Her cheeks flushed deeply, heat spreading across her face as a wave of shyness and embarrassment overtook her.
Instinctively, she raised her hands to cover her eyes, as if doing so could shield her from their gazes—or at least hide her own flustered expression.
Zhane chuckled softly, his voice warm with amusement. "Hera, you’re just so cute," he said, his tone carrying both affection and teasing admiration.
Her innocence and inexperience when it came to intimacy were evident, and it ttered him in a way that made his smile linger.
Without waiting for her response, he gently lifted her right leg, resting it on his shoulder, while pushing her left leg aside to open her posture.
His movements were calm yet deliberate, giving him a clear view. Hera’s face flushed crimson as she instinctively wanted to protest, but her eyes caught the ointment in his hand.
Slowly, realization dawned on her, and she began to understand his intention.
"I-I can do it myself," she murmured softly, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and hesitation.
"It’s alright; you wouldn’t be able to apply it properly. It’s better to let the doctor do his job," Zhane said with a reassuring smile.
However, as he spoke, there was an unintended softness in his words that gave them an almost seductive undertone that left Hera feeling even more flustered.
As he nced down, his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.
In the bright light, he could clearly see what had been obscured the night before—Hera’s pink, slightly swollen folds.
The sight left him momentarily breathless, but heposed himself quickly.
Taking a small amount of ointment on his clean finger, he leaned closer and began to gently apply it to her sensitive skin.
Hera shuddered at the cool sensation of the ointment against her warm flesh, her body tensing slightly.
The thought of Zhane seeing her so intimately sent a wave of heat coursing through her, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.
Zhane felt a familiar warmth stirring deep within him as his fingers grazed Hera’s sensitive folds.
The trembling of her legs resting on his shoulder only heightened the tension building inside him. A thought shed through his mind, unbidden and insistent: ’<i>I want to slide my fingers inside.’</i>
Despite himself, his movements slowed as he rubbed her folds gently, testing her reaction.
"Hmmm," Hera let out a soft, involuntary moan, her voice barely above a whisper.
The sound was enough to send a jolt through the room. The two men with her froze, their gazes snapping to her.
Their eyes darkened, filled with unspoken desire, as their bodies reacted instinctively to the sound and the intimate scene unfolding before them.
Zhane instinctively set the ointment aside, his focus entirely on Hera.
His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it gently yet deliberately, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.
The sound was cut short as Leo, quick to act, leaned in and caught the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss.
His lips imed hers with urgency, muffling her moans as they melted into his mouth.
"Hmmm," Hera whimpered against Leo’s lips, her voice trembling with both pleasure and surprise.
Her body reacted instinctively, her legs quivering as Zhane’s skilled fingers continued their work, teasing her clit and folds.
The sensation made her legs twitch involuntarily, as if to close around him, inadvertently bringing her thighs closer to Zhane’s face.
The proximity made Hera acutely aware of his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive skin, heightening the intensity of her sensations and leaving her utterly breathless.
"Wifey, don’t be too loud," Leo teased, his voice low and yful. "The hungry wolves outside might catch a whiff ande crashing in." He gently traced the sensitive area of Hera’s lower lip with his thumb, watching her reactions closely.
Hera’s eyes were clouded with desire, tears threatening to spill as she gasped for breath.
Without realizing it, her hips began to move, grinding against Zhane’s touch.
A knot formed in her stomach, tightening with every stroke. Leo’s words were meant as a warning, but they only heightened her anticipation, leaving her even more stirred than before.
Leo reached for the ointment that Zhane had left beside Hera’s thigh, opening it with deliberate care.
Hera’s breath was heavy and shallow beside his ear, sending a wave of heat through him.
Despite the reaction stirring low in his abdomen, Leo forced himself to focus.
He scooped a small amount of the ointment and gently applied it to the marks on Hera’s shoulder and neck—the hickeys and the bite mark from the night before.
His touch, though tender, felt far more intimate than intended, and Hera looked up at him with eyes that seemed to silently beg for more.
Leo swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat.
His finger trembled slightly as he continued his touch, wanting nothing more than to give in to the desire building between them.
But a quiet concern lingered in the back of his mind—he wasn’t sure if Hera’s body could handle it.
Zhane was clearly struggling, his senses overwhelmed by the sweet scent and the temptation to continue where they left offst night.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his gaze rising from between Hera’s thighs. He could see the desire swirling in her eyes, mirroring his own inner conflict.
"Don’t," Leo interjected firmly. "If we push her body too hard, she might end up with a fever."
His words grounded Zhane, reminding him of the delicate bnce they had to maintain.
Only then did Zhane recall that it was Hera’s first time—her body was still not used to this.
Thest thing they needed was to let their desires overpower her well-being.
With a heavy exhale, Zhane finished applying the ointment to her sore folds, his hands moving with gentle precision.
He stood up, Hera’s legs still draped around his waist.
The sight of her closeness stirred his desire even more, and he groaned softly, struggling to reign in his emotions and the intense pull he felt toward her.