Madeleine’s body went rigid. Then she shouted, “Oh my God!” as she throbbed around Hæra’s fingers, coming so hard that if Hæra curled her fingers and went faster, right here, right now…

Warm liquid squirted around her hand, splashing her wrist while Madeleine screamed like a banshee and curled her own fingers hard enough to scratch the paint.

Then Madeleine collapsed forward, nearly knocking her head into the wall before Hæra caught her about the waist. She wheezed, sounding as if she were trying to talk but couldn’t.

Hæra ought to ask if she was all right, but she couldn’t manage to speak either. She could only place her sweating forehead between Madeleine’s shoulder blades as she clung to her and slid her fingers out. They were so coated that strings of fluid trailed between them.

Madeleine whimpered and managed to turn her head. Her hands were still pressed to the wall, although the depths knew how much work they could do to keep her upright. “Oh…oh, Hæra, my Lord…did I, again?”

For answer, Hæra showed Madeleine her coated fingers. Then she pressed them against Madeleine’s mouth. “You’ve tasted me.” Hæra’s voice sounded as if it had been dredged up from the bottom of the ocean. She pulsed between her legs as desperately as if she’d been waiting to come for hours, not minutes. She needed Madeleine’s touch, but first… “Now taste yourself.”

Madeleine must still have been wrecked from her climax, because she opened her mouth without protest. Hæra pushed her fingers in, past another pair of soft lips, into another sort of wet heat, and sobbed when Madeleine eagerly licked her own juices.

Hæra yanked her fingers away. Her hands shook and she could barely breathe as she unzipped her own pants. Even the pressure of the zipper nearly finished her off. No, she couldn’t—she had to wait⁠—

“My turn?” Madeleine asked breathily. She still looked dazed as she turned around, as exposed as ever, but relaxed and flushed with satisfaction. “My turn to give it to you?”

“Yes,” Hæra choked. She was nothing but one long, hungry throb between her legs, and she couldn’t live like this a moment longer. “Hurry, give me your…your…”

Madeleine’s full mouth gleamed as she licked her lips. “Pants down. Not off. Same as me.”

Then, as Hæra watched, she stripped off all her clothes and went to her knees.

Hæra stared at her breasts again, fully exposed now, along with her shoulders and arms and all the rest. Madeleine smiled beatifically, looking far too serene for a naked woman who’d just gushed all over the place.

“Remember how I told you about my dream?” she said. “How you knelt in front of me?”