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Lace glanced at Morrigan, her breath still uneven, her lips still slick from her task. Morrigan’s golden eyes glimmered with a quiet amusement, her lips curling into a sly smile as she regarded the scout. “Well, now,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with sensuality. “It seems the Herald’s appetite is insatiable. Perhaps you and I should… entertain him further.”

Lace’s eyes widened, but before she could protest, Morrigan’s hand was on her shoulder, guiding her down onto the fur-lined rug in front of the Throne. “What are you—?” Lace started, but Morrigan silenced her with a finger to her lips.

“Hush, little scout,” Morrigan whispered, her voice a velvet caress. “You’ve already proven your dedication. Now, let us show the Herald just how cooperative we can be.”

Your grin widened as you leaned back in the Throne, your fingers lazily stroking your still-hard cock. “Go on,” you murmured, your voice thick with anticipation. “I’m curious to see how this unfolds.”

Morrigan’s hands were already moving, trailing down Lace’s body with a practiced ease. The scout’s breath hitched as Morrigan’s fingers found the laces of her tunic, tugging them loose with deliberate slowness. “Relax, darling,” Morrigan murmured, her lips brushing against Lace’s ear. “This will be… enlightening.”

Lace’s tunic fell open, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. Morrigan’s hands cupped them gently, her thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her nipples. Lace let out a soft moan, her body instinctively arching into Morrigan’s touch. “That’s it,” Morrigan purred, her voice a low hum that sent shivers down Lace’s spine. “Let yourself feel it.”

You watched, transfixed, as Morrigan’s hands continued their exploration, sliding down Lace’s torso to the waistband of her trousers. With a deft movement, Morrigan undid the fastenings, pulling the fabric down and exposing Lace’s smooth skin. The scout’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as Morrigan’s fingers trailed lower, parting her folds with a gentle, teasing touch.

“So wet already,” Morrigan murmured, her voice thick with approval. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

Lace’s cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t deny it. Her hips moved instinctively, seeking more of Morrigan’s touch. The mage chuckled softly, her fingers dipping lower, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core. Lace’s back arched, a strangled moan escaping her lips as Morrigan began to stroke her with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Beautiful,” you breathed, your hand still idly stroking your cock as you watched the two women before you. “Go on, Morrigan. Show her what she’s been missing.”

Morrigan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned down, her breath warm against Lace’s skin. “If you insist, my lord,” she purred, her tongue flicking out to taste the moisture gathered at Lace’s core.

Lace gasped, her hands tangling in Morrigan’s dark hair as the mage’s tongue began to move in slow, deliberate circles. Her body trembled with each stroke, her hips moving in time with Morrigan’s rhythm. “Oh, Maker,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Morrigan’s hands moved to Lace’s thighs, parting them further as she deepened her ministrations. Her tongue plunged inside, lapping at the sensitive flesh with a hunger that made Lace’s breath catch in her throat. “Morrigan,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in the mage’s hair. “Please…”

“Please what, darling?” Morrigan murmured, her voice muffled but no less teasing. “Use your words.”

“I… I need you to—” Lace’s words were cut off as Morrigan’s tongue found her clit once more, circling it with a speed that made her toes curl. “Oh, fuck!”

You chuckled, your hand tightening around your cock as you watched the two women. “That’s it,” you purred, your voice thick with desire. “Take your pleasure, Lace. You’ve earned it.”

Morrigan’s lips wrapped around Lace’s clit, sucking gently as her tongue continued to flick against the sensitive nub. Lace’s body trembled, her moans growing louder as she approached the edge. “Morrigan, I’m… I’m going to—”

“Then come,” Morrigan commanded, her voice firm but gentle. “Let me taste you, darling.”

Lace’s back arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her release crashed over her. Morrigan continued to work her through it, her tongue coaxing every last drop of pleasure from the scout’s trembling body. When it was over, Lace collapsed back onto the rug, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Morrigan sat back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You taste divine, darling,” she purred, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

Your cock twitched in your hand, aching for attention. “Beautiful,” you murmured, your voice thick with desire. “Now, it’s your turn, Morrigan.”

The mage turned to you, her smile widening as she crawled toward the Throne. “As you wish, my lord,” she purred, her hands moving to the laces of your trousers.

You leaned back, your eyes half-lidded as Morrigan’s skilled hands freed your cock from its confines. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip with a teasing slowness that made your breath hitch. “Take it,” you growled, your fingers tangling in her hair. “Take all of it.”

Morrigan’s lips wrapped around you, her mouth engulfing your length with a practiced ease. Her tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing the sensitive underside as she took you deeper. You groaned, your hips bucking slightly as she began to suck you off with a rhythm that made your toes curl.