The tension in the room shifted, moving from silence to something heavy, intimate, and deliberate. The air seemed thicker, the space between them smaller.

Strax, still leaning against the wall, felt his weariness give way to a heightened alertness—not the combat alertness, but that of prey surrounded by predators who knew his every weakness.

’I’m going to be devoured... the three of us together is incredible, but I really wanted to rest a little...’ Strax thought, smiling.

Scarlett was the first to move after seeing his predatory smile. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Her smile was a sharp blade, her eyes fixed on his as she knelt on the firm floor, without ceremony. Her hands found his belt, her nimble fingers working the buckles with a familiarity that allowed no hesitation. Strax let out a low sound, almost a growl, when his pants gave way, and Scarlett’s warm palm enveloped his already semi-erect member.

"Still tense," she murmured, her voice hoarse and close, as she began to massage him firmly. "Let’s take care of this."

Meanwhile, Tiamat approached from the side, her slender body fitting against his. She didn’t smile openly like Scarlett—her expression was one of intense, almost analytical concentration. One of her hands slid across Strax’s stomach, moving up to his chest, while the other gripped his wrist with silent determination.

"This hand is mine," she declared, in a tone that didn’t ask for permission. Guiding his hand down, she pressed her fingers against the warm moisture that already soaked the thin layer of his underwear. Strax breathed deeply, his fingers involuntarily contracting against the wet fabric, feeling the warmth and the outline of her body through the cloth.

And then came Ouroboros. Quieter, more hesitant, but no less determined. She approached from the front, her large, serious eyes meeting his. Without a word, she placed her hands on his face, pulling him down. The kiss was initially gentle—a test—but quickly deepened into something voracious and hungry. Her lips were soft, but her insistence was firm. Strax responded to the kiss, his mouth moving against hers as a muffled moan escaped his throat, trapped between Ouroboros’s lips.

He was completely immobilized, not by force, but by surrender. Scarlett’s warm, skillful mouth enveloped him completely, her tongue tracing circles on his head before she sank in, taking him deeply. The wet, low sound of her exertion filled the air around them. Meanwhile, Strax’s hand, under Tiamat’s firm command, was busy. She rubbed against his palm, guiding the rhythm, a stifled moan escaping her own lips as her hips moved in small, urgent circles.

Ouroboros shifted her kisses to his jaw, then to his neck, nibbling at the salty skin. "You smell of battle... and of power," she whispered against his skin, her voice trembling with desire.

It was an overload of sensations—the moist, sucking heat of Scarlett’s mouth, the rhythmic pressure and muffled moan of Tiamat against his hand, Ouroboros’s lips and teeth on his neck, her taste still lingering in his mouth. Strax threw his head back, hitting the wall with a dull thud, his eyes closing for a moment as a wave of pure, undeniable pleasure began to build at his base, propelled by Scarlett’s relentless skill.

His abdominal muscles contracted. His fingers dug deeper into Tiamat’s wet tissue, feeling her shudder. A low, guttural growl tore from his throat.

Scarlett felt the shift, the tension that precedes the fall. She sank even deeper, taking him completely, her hands gripping his hips to hold him in place. Ouroboros captured her lips again, swallowing her moans. Tiamat held her breath, her movements becoming erratic and desperate.

The rope stretched—and snapped.

Strax exploded into Scarlett’s mouth with a violent tremor that coursed through his entire body, his legs almost giving way. At the same time, Tiamat buried her face in his shoulder, stifling a sharp cry as her own body was shaken by waves of convulsions, the warm moisture flooding Strax’s palm. Ouroboros pressed him against her, kissing him furiously, as if she wanted to consume every sound, every tremor.

For a long moment, the only sound was that of panting, hoarse breathing.

Scarlett slowly recoiled, wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. Tiamat released her hand, her body still trembling slightly against his. Ouroboros rested his forehead on her chest, panting.

Strax opened his eyes, his vision slowly focusing on the ornate ceiling. His body felt heavy, satisfied, and the accumulated tension of days had dissipated like smoke.

"I think..." he began, his voice incredibly hoarse. He cleared his throat. "I think this settles the tension issue."

Scarlett laughed, a rich, satisfied sound, as she stood. "Now you have to put out our fire," she said, her eyes gleaming with a red glow.

A slow, predatory smile crossed his lips. "Put out the fire?" he murmured, his voice still hoarse, but now charged with a different kind of energy. "No. I’ll feed it." He didn’t move physically. Instead, a wave of dense, controlled magical energy emanated from him. It wasn’t raw or violent magic, but a manifested force of will, a web of power that stretched and enveloped Scarlett, Tiamat, and Ouroboros simultaneously.

The three felt the pressure—not a repulsion, but an irresistible pull. Their legs moved without their command, their bodies lifted off the ground as if carried by a concentrated wind. In an instant, they were propelled toward the large bed in the center of the room, lined up side by side on the luxurious sheets.

Scarlett let out a surprised grunt, but her smile widened. Tiamat arched her back, her eyes closing for a second as she felt the magic manipulating her body with relentless precision. Ouroboros let out a small sigh, more of fascination than alarm.

Strax finally moved from the wall. He walked to the bed, his member already recovering, rising again firm and demanding under the fixed gaze of the three. The same magical energy that had brought them to the bed now manifested as subtle but inescapable pressure.

Scarlett’s legs parted, fully exposing her still-damp nudity. Tiamat’s opened similarly, revealing the same moisture that had soaked Strax’s hand. Ouroboros, more timid, felt her own legs being gently but firmly positioned, her vulnerability exposed to the environment and to his eyes.

Strax stopped beside the bed, dominating the space. His hands didn’t move—his will was enough.

"You want attention," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I’ll give it to you. To each one of you."

He positioned himself between Scarlett’s legs first. With a mental command, her body adjusted, her entrance aligning perfectly with his. He then advanced, not with a brute physical movement, but with a controlled and slow penetration, guided by the same magic that underpinned the scene. His penis entered Scarlett with agonizing deliberation, each millimeter of advance intensely felt by both.

Scarlett arched her back, a long, deep moan escaping her. "Fuck... like that..." she breathed, her fingers gripping the sheets.

While maintaining this slow, penetrating rhythm with Scarlett, Strax turned his attention—and his magic—to Tiamat. A telekinetic force, precise and palpable, materialized between her legs. It wasn’t her physical fingers, but a projection of her will, of her desire, that began to touch, to explore, to penetrate.

Tiamat screamed, a louder and less restrained sound than before. Her hands flew to her own mouth, muffling part of the moan, but her body trembled violently. Strax’s magical "hand" knew every curve, every sensitive spot, moving inside her with an intimacy that was both physical and psychic.

And then, for Ouroboros, who watched everything with wide eyes and an open mouth, Strax simply leaned his body over her. He didn’t use magic for it—it was a direct, human movement. He captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss, while his physical hand finally moved, drifting to caress her clitoris with knowing fingers.

Ouroboros swallowed her moan in the kiss, her body writhing under the double stimulation—his mouth devouring her sounds, his fingers teasing her nerves.

The room was now filled with a symphony of pleasure. Scarlett’s guttural moans, mixed with Tiamat’s muffled cries and Ouroboros’s hoarse sighs, all intertwined with the soft, steady sound of magic in motion and Strax’s heavy breathing.

He maintained all three rhythms simultaneously: the slow, deep penetration of Scarlett, the intense magical manipulation within Tiamat, and the kissing and hand-touching of Ouroboros. His concentration was total, his power sustaining all three experiences without faltering.

"This is the attention," he whispered, his voice echoing in the space between the moans. "No one will be left out. No one will be ignored."

He increased the pace within Scarlett, still guided by the magic, now faster, deeper. Scarlett responded with a cry, her hips rising to meet each thrust.

The magical projection within Tiamat multiplied—not one, but two "presences" now explored her, stimulating her simultaneously. Tiamat nearly fainted, her eyes rolling back, her fingers digging into her own arms.

The kiss with Ouroboros grew wilder, his fingers finding a firm, rapid rhythm that made her legs tighten around his hand.

Strax was the center, the controller, the provider. His magic wasn’t just a tool—it was an extension of his desire, of his promise. He was giving attention to each of them, as he had promised. And he was doing it with an intensity neither of them could have imagined.

The bed trembled. The sheets tangled. The air grew heavy with heat, the scent of sex, and palpable magical power.

And Strax showed no signs of stopping.