Soren POV

Ayla's movements increase the pressure and I can feel Strïth almost losing his mind, his instincts are speaking louder, and I can see him holding Ayla's waist, squeezing and helping her move.

Each time she goes backward, the tip of his head slips into her entrance and this makes Strïth squeeze Ayla downwards, almost forcing a penetration, but it only slips and this makes them both scream with pleasure and frustration.

I'm controlling his instincts as best I can, but I know that if this goes on any longer, he'll lose it.

'Strïth! You can't penetrate her!' I shout at him.

I know he's lost in the sensations...