Pull harder, Ianthe wanted to say but kept to herself, not wanting to disrupt the flow of the moment. They were pets playing together, wrestling, or whatever euphemism Rogier wanted to use. If the game of this scene meant that she'd end up drawing the first orgasm from Dawn through frottage, then that's what was going to happen considering how much the other woman was liking it, the heat of her arousal filtering through Ianthe's necromantic senses.

Kissing deeply, wetly, without care for delicacy - primal and hungry - Ianthe fell into the easy dance with Dawn, working knee and hips together, to give Dawn all the friction and stimulation she needed while taking pleasure in the hard muscle of Dawn's thigh herself. If she bothered to think about it, it was funny how they were practically rutting like the animals their shared Dominant wanted. Fabric soaked through and moans slipped from between their lips as they writhed against each other, driving and seeking that peak.