What happens next, do other legends join,do they keep going

One does

Sara withdrew her glistening fingers slowly, letting Zari feel every inch of movement before reaching into the small bag beside the chair. The leather straps slithered through her hands as she pulled out the harness, the dark silicone catching the light as it swung heavily between them.

Zari's thighs trembled when the cold tip brushed her inner knee, her breath hitching as Sara leaned forward to fasten the buckles with deliberate, teasing slowness. The harness creaked as Sara adjusted the straps across her hips, the weight making her movements more predatory when she stepped between Zari's spread legs.

"You're going to watch," Sara murmured, pressing the thick head against Zari's dripping entrance without pushing in.

The cold silicone tip pressed harder against Zari’s entrance, making her whimper as Sara held her gaze—until a sudden gasp tore from Sara’s lips instead. Warm hands gripped Sara’s hips from behind, and Zari’s eyes widened as Amaya’s naked body pressed flush against Sara’s back, the glint of a second strap-on brushing Sara’s thigh.

"You’re not the only one who gets to play," Amaya purred into Sara’s ear before thrusting forward in one smooth motion. Sara arched violently, a choked moan escaping her as she was filled, her fingers digging into Zari’s knees for balance.

Zari's fingers instinctively closed around the thick heat suddenly pressing into her palm, her breath hitching as she looked up to see Nate's smirking face. His free hand tangled in Sara's hair just as Amaya gave another rough thrust, making Sara moan against Zari's thigh. The scent of sweat and arousal thickened the air as Nate guided Zari's fist in slow strokes along his length, his other hand sliding up her trembling stomach to pinch her nipple.

Sara's hips jerked between them, her body strung tight between Amaya's relentless thrusts and the way Zari's thighs clenched around her waist.