<strong>Lydia and the Horson triplets</strong><br/><br/>Feeling Lydia's lips wrap around him, the lucky Horson - which one he was, was practically impossible to tell now that they had stripped off their telltale colored clothes - leaned back and groaned. The muscles of his chest and abdomen visibly tightened as he enjoyed the privilege of being sucked off. He ran his fingers through her hair and guided her gently up and down his thick shaft. It throbbed in her mouth, all except a few inches fitting in before the swollen head rubbed against the back of her throat. He was too much of a gentleman to force himself the rest of the way in her, letting her set her own pace.<br/><br/>The half-elf's presentation of her rear certainly didn't go unnoticed by the other two brothers. Her ass cheeks were each given a few quick, playful spanks until they were red even under the pale light. That sensation was soon contrasted by the feeling of moist tongues, cool against her inflamed flesh compared to before. Fingers traced the outlines of her nether lips, paying particular attention to the nub at their apex, which was rubbed, pinched, and tugged with increasing intensity as her sex moistened. Occasionally they would slip in her passage but never deeply and never for long, teasing her and keeping her on edge more than anything else.<br/><br/>While the man in Lydia's mouth was helpless putty - rather hard putty, true - under her attention, the other two separated with a parting pat of her rear. One worked his way towards her breasts once more before they were left neglected for too long. He played with her hanging tits, pulling them down and pushing them up together seemingly at random. The other spread her buttocks to expose her rear entrance. He leaned in and prodded her rosebud with his tongue, licking for a little while before pushing the muscle into her ass, slowly but insistently. At the same time he worked two fingers in and out of her pussy below.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>Oriana, Silas, and Marisa</strong><br/><br/>While Silas was off doing... whatever he was doing, Marisa's attention was wholly focused on Oriana. She pounced upon the exposed skin of Oriana's breasts and sucked on the inviting flesh hard enough to surely leave a mark. It helped that her diminutive stature meant that she didn't need to crane her neck. She began to slide the blouse down further to expose more of those lovely orbs, but looseness aside, the sorceress' arms were getting in the way.<br/><br/>"Off," the redhead growled and switched tack, pulling the offending garment up and above the blonde's head. Once it was removed, she guided Oriana's displaced arms back down to her hips, one around back to her ass and the other in front to touch her sex through her undergarments. To say that the fabric was moist would be an understatement. Marisa's moans were muffled as she ground her crotch against Oriana's hand, her lips latched and sucking on a nipple. She reached up to her neck and released the strap of her dress; the cloth peeled off her chest and pooled around her waist. Her own breasts were small, less than a handful, but perky, and her nipples pressed against Oriana's body as little hard nubs.