Chapter 129- Truly strange
Margaret seemed to need him so much.
Pale as moonlight, the elven figure shuddered slightly as she swallowed shaky breaths. It felt as though an invisible force was pounding heavily on her calm chest, causing the flesh wrapped around her bones to pulsate and throb with a noisy tumult.
Harrison held Margaret's sweat-drenched body tightly. He hugged her fiercely, squeezing her flesh until it distorted. Saint Sebastian, in the midst of his struggle, had to adjust his position, gripping Margaret's hips as he thrust upwards, each movement bringing them closer together.
The three of them were now pressed tightly against each other.
Harrison clutched Margaret tightly, while Saint Sebastian knelt, gritting his teeth as he thrust in and out, his forehead pressed against the nape of Margaret's neck. With each thrust, wet petals would envelop the elf's cool shaft, while the slick tip nestled snugly into the crevice, repeatedly teasing the engorged bud.