With or without persuasion on her part, he had to admit there were few reasons to deny himself the pleasure that was savoring them until the end. Phoebe couldn’t think of training with him anywhere close by in his current state. The same could be said for him, no matter how great an enigmatic mind he had. There was a reason she happened to be a distraction, and every waking moment reminded him of the why’s and how they refused to let him be.

“And to think you were going to call an end to this ..” She mused over the fact they ended up where they drove each other up the wall earlier, their bodies wanting in times of need though even in the depths of their mind he could taste that cruel tease, that knowledge he himself wished for more as much as the shapely blonde wished to give it to him. “How disingenuous ..”

Phoebe lacked the energy to give him another ride, but there was nothing to keep the agent from drawing on remnants of power to torment the senses with what could be had if they lasted that little bit more. Luna would have her share, but there was no telling how much more the once bound brunette had left to offer. Just how far gone were the two of them at that point?

It did not matter. Submerged to the waist in that familiar river, Phoebe stayed close and pulled Luna close until their lips became one right where that trembling beacon of masculinity began. Warmth pervaded chests that pressed into one another, making even their humble stature seem that much grander as they met just beneath Aegir’s indomitable scepter. Smoldering tongues washed over the throbbing spire as both women indulged in the marvels of their virile host. She gathered Luna did not particularly fancy what they were up against, but when beckoned to embrace their loving union, the masterful telepath wouldn’t be denied the continuous dance of their flesh over that needy phallus. Lips mashed and molded to him amidst ever more feverish dedication to the task, either one or both losing themselves to thrills beyond rhyme and reason thanks to the altered cells lining Phoebe’s tongue.

There used to be those capable of outlasting her. Such specimens were common, even to a trained body like hers. Coupled with the innate excitement that came with serving a far more powerful individual, someone who towered over her with little effort, there was nothing to hold the smaller agent back when it came to initiating what might turn out to be the final round for today’s training session.

Knowing fingertips cradled the spasming behemoth. She administered long, drawn out strokes to heated veins while whorish lips smooch and moan over the man’s molten tip. Handling the trio of members became an exercise in futility though her fingers spread wide, attempting to cover the imposing three pronged manhood all at once.

Her hand reached for the back of Luna’s head, pulling her close to the slit of that delicious central cock where their tongues intertwined from the start. Again, her half lidded eyes did not relent. The slow buildup that had him carry them here amalgamated into a feast of writhing muscle rolling around and over that tingling sex, goading him to give up the sacred seed with which he’d stuffed her many times over by now.