Myra and Viora stayed on their knees, their bare breasts rising and falling with their breaths, their faces flushed.

"Is that… it?" Myra asked, her voice hesitant, her brown eyes searching his face, a hint of disappointment flickering.

Viora's green eyes narrowed, her tone sharper.

"Yeah, the Light's pleased, right? We're done?" Her words carried a challenge, as if daring him to end it there, her competitive edge still simmering.

Lor's grin widened, sensing the opening.

"Not quite," he said, his voice low, teasing.

"The Light wants you both satisfied too. I'm not leaving you hanging." He crouched slightly, his eyes flicking between their flushed faces, reading their mix of curiosity and nerves.

Myra's blush deepened, her fingers twisting together.

"Satisfied… how?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting to Viora, the tension between them flaring again at the thought of sharing more in front of each other.

Viora's lips parted, her green eyes wary but intrigued.

"Yeah, what's that mean, Lor?" she asked, her tone cautious but edged with anticipation, her bare shoulders tensing as she glanced at Myra.

"Lie down," Lor said, his voice smooth, commanding, as he gestured to the dusty floor. "Side by side. Let me show you."

They hesitated, their eyes meeting, a silent conversation passing between them—nervousness, rivalry, but also a shared curiosity driven by the ritual's pull.

Myra nodded first, her freckled skin glowing as she lowered herself to the floor, her black lace panties clinging to her hips.

Viora followed, her red lace stark against her frame, her ponytail fanning out as she lay beside Myra, their shoulders brushing, the contact sending a shiver through them both.

Lor knelt between them, his hands steady as he reached for Viora's panties first, his fingers hooking under the red lace.

"Lift up," he murmured, his voice low and coaxing.

Viora's breath hitched, but she raised her hips, letting him slide the fabric down her thick thighs, revealing the soft, pink curls between her legs, her skin flushed with arousal.

He turned to Myra, his fingers brushing the black lace of her panties, and she mirrored Viora's movement, her hips lifting as he pulled them off, exposing her, her freckled thighs trembling slightly.

"Relax," Lor said, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he knelt between them, one hand resting on Viora's thick thigh, the other on Myra's freckled one, his fingers warm against their flushed skin.

The dusty classroom air was heavy with the scent their mingled musk, the faint gray light casting soft shadows over their bare torsos full breasts swaying slightly.

Their discarded panties lay in a heap nearby, leaving them exposed, vulnerable, and hyper-aware of each other's presence on the cold, gritty floor.

Viora shifted, her green eyes darting to Myra's bare body, a flicker of discomfort crossing her sharp features.

"This feels… so weird, with you right there," she muttered, her voice low and strained, her body as she glanced at Myra's curves, her own exposure amplifying her unease.

Myra's brown eyes widened, her hand twitching as if to cover herself before dropping back to the floor, her freckled cheeks burning.

"Yeah, well… it's the ritual, isn't it?" she whispered, her tone a mix of nerves and reluctant excitement, her eyes meeting Viora's in a tense, fleeting glance that sparked with rivalry.

"You're not backing out, are you?"

"No way," Viora snapped, her green eyes flashing, her ponytail fanning across the floor as she leaned back slightly, her thighs parting hesitantly. "Just… don't stare, alright?"

Lor's hazel eyes glinted with amusement, catching the electric tension between them.

"Focus on me," he murmured, his voice smooth and coaxing, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on their thighs.

"The Light wants you both to feel it. Let me make it good." His tone was reassuring, but the heat in his gaze betrayed his own arousal, his cock still half-hard from their earlier efforts.

He leaned toward Viora first, his lips brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh, his breath hot, tasting the faint salt of her sweat.

"Just let go," he whispered, his voice vibrating against her skin as his kisses trailed upward, slow and purposeful, each one lingering longer than the last.

Viora's breath hitched, her hands fisting in the dust, her green eyes half-closing as his tongue finally reached her clit, circling it with gentle, exploratory licks that made her gasp, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"You are not watching... right?" Viora asked, her voice shaky, her eyes darting to Myra, a mix of embarrassment and defiance in her tone.

Her thighs trembled as Lor's tongue flicked faster, his lips closing around her clit with a soft, sucking pressure.

His fingers followed, sliding into her wetness, curling slowly, probing with a careful rhythm that drew a low, throaty moan from her.

Myra watched, her brown eyes wide, her own arousal evident in the way her freckled thighs shifted, her breaths quickening.

Lor's other hand moved to her, his fingers parting her folds, stroking her clit with slow, deliberate circles, dipping just inside her entrance to tease her.

"Oh… gods," Myra whimpered, her voice high and shaky, her hips rocking slightly against his hand.

"Viora, you're… so loud already," she teased, her tone breathy, her eyes flicking to Viora's flushed face.

"Shut it," Viora gasped, her green eyes narrowing, her hips bucking as Lor's tongue swirled faster, his fingers thrusting deeper, hitting a spot that made her moan louder, her voice raw and unrestrained.

"You're… not exactly quiet, Myra." Her words were ragged, her thighs clamping around Lor's head, her body arching as the pleasure built, the rivalry between them fueling the moment's intensity.

Lor grinned against Viora's skin, his tongue relentless, sucking her clit with a hungry edge, his fingers pumping in a steady, curling rhythm.

"Let it out," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent shivers through her. His other hand worked Myra's clit faster, his fingers sliding deeper, matching the pace, her moans growing sharper, more desperate, her freckled skin glistening with sweat.

"Is he… doing it right for you?" Myra asked, her voice trembling, her brown eyes locked on Viora's writhing form, a mix of envy and arousal in her gaze.

Her hips rocked harder against Lor's fingers, her breaths coming in quick, needy gasps.

"Fuck, yes," Viora panted, her green eyes fluttering shut, her hands clawing at the floor as the tension coiled tighter.

"Lor, don't… stop." Her body tensed, her moans peaking in a sharp, shuddering cry as she came, her walls clenching around his fingers, a warm gush coating his hand, her thighs quaking as she rode the wave, her ponytail a tangled mess against the dusty floor.

Lor eased off, kissing Viora's thigh softly, his fingers lingering inside her, stroking gently to keep her sensitive, drawing soft whimpers.

He shifted to Myra, his lips brushing her inner thigh, his breath hot against her skin.

"Your turn," he murmured, his voice rough with focus, his tongue finding her clit with a slow, languid lick that made her yelp, her freckled hips bucking up.

His fingers slid inside her, curling gently, exploring her wetness, while his other hand returned to Viora, circling her oversensitive clit with a teasing touch.

Myra's hands gripped the floor, her brown eyes wide with shock and pleasure.

"Lor… oh, fuck," she gasped, her voice high and desperate, her hips rocking against his mouth.

"Viora, he's… so good," she whispered, her eyes flicking to her friend, a competitive edge in her tone despite the pleasure twisting her features.

Viora's green eyes were hooded, her breaths still uneven as she watched Myra writhe, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Louder than me, huh?" she teased, her voice breathless, shifting closer until their shoulders brushed, the intimate contact sending a jolt through them both, amplifying the awkward, heated tension.

Her hand reached out, almost instinctively, brushing Myra's arm, a fleeting touch that made Myra gasp louder.

"Stop… talking," Myra moaned, her hands tangling in Lor's black hair, pulling him closer as his tongue lapped faster, his lips sucking her clit with a hungry rhythm.

His fingers thrust deeper, curling against her sensitive spot, drawing sharp, desperate moans that echoed in the classroom.

"Lor, I'm… I can't…" Her body arched, her release crashing through her, a shuddering, pulsing wave that soaked his fingers, her freckled skin slick with sweat as she collapsed, trembling.

Lor pulled back, his lips glistening, his hazel eyes dark with satisfaction as he sat back on his heels, looking at Myra and Viora sprawled side by side, their breaths syncing in ragged exhaustion, their bare bodies flushed and glistening.

His grin curled wider, his black hair falling messily into his eyes as he leaned forward, his hands resting lightly on their thighs, his touch warm and teasing.

"You two look very sexy right now," he said, his voice low and husky, carrying a playful edge.

He tilted his head, his gaze flicking between their flushed faces, reading their reactions—Myra's shy curiosity, Viora's guarded intrigue.

"That was the Light's toll, and you paid it beautifully. But…" He paused, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on their skin, his hazel eyes gleaming with a new kind of mischief.

"This next part? It's not about the Light. It's just us."

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