Violet remained mute as she was displayed much as one would display turnips, or perhaps poultry, in a county town market. It was a little uncomfortable for a moment or two but then she glanced at how engrossed Aleister was. Truly there were worse things than being stripped in preparation for a session of undefined, but hopefully indescribable, intercourse. Mara had assured Violet that anything she may do would not have a detrimental effect on her figure, or her social standing, and so that was enough for her. There were some boring admonitions about a price having to be paid elsewhere, but there always were …show more content…
She had been rather intrigued as to whether or not he was going to loosen the ribbon garter of her stockings. Now she'd have to wait much longer to find out. He wasn't idle, however, and Violet almost giggled at the rigid and jerking movements that Lorelei briefly suffered at the hands of her 'companion' as he no doubt untied her dress for her. No words were exchanged, and Violet fought to submerge a very unwelcome (and inappropriate) feeling of jealousy that he and Lorelei might well get up to this kind of thing all the time for all she knew. So what if they did? One of the many things Aleister had taught her was that sex was for enjoyment more than it was for procreation. Lorelei was a most beautiful woman, and it would hardly be a surprise if a beautiful man and a beautiful woman who together were in the employ of a near-immortal demon didn't occasionally step outside the bounds of what society considered as 'acceptable behaviour'. Violet was rapidly coming to the conclusion that 'acceptable' meant 'acceptable' to po-faced stodgy old maids and worry-worts. 'Acceptable' to her had a much more inclusive meaning. 'Acceptable' to her included having her breasts massaged by someone while that someone had their own massaged by yet another. She found that very …show more content…
She had to commend his ingenuity in having breasts both above and below his hands, rubbing one set and being rubbed by another set as he kissed and licked his way down his companion's neck. He switched easily between Lorelei's neck and Violet's own mouth. The moan she let out as they kissed was partly because of his hands, partly because of how he was sandwiching the other woman between the pair of them, and partly because Violet was imagining just how much force his large and throbbing cock was pressing against Lorelei's backside and its environs. As to that, Violet rather hoped to benefit from it herself