Not long after, Zhane returned with two ointnts in hand and made his way straight to the bathroom.
Knock, knock.
Zhane rapped lightly on the door. When he heard Leo’s voice granting permission, he opened it and stepped inside.
Leo was rummaging through the bag of clothes, sorting them out, while Hera sat nervously on top of the sink, still adjusting to the situation.
Without a word, Zhane knelt down in front of Hera, his movents brisk and professional. He gently parted her legs to inspect her injuries, causing Hera to yelp in surprise.
"W-What are you doing?" she stamred, her face heating up as she instinctively tried to close her legs.
Zhane, initially focused in his "doctor mode," paused. As his eyes t Hera’s flustered gaze, his professional deanor cracked slightly. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes, and his lips curled into a teasing smirk.
"What do you think I’m doing?" he teased, his tone light but suggestive.
Hera’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening.
She wasn’t wearing anything beneath the bathrobe, and the bright lights of the bathroom illuminated every contour of her body.
Unlike the dim lighting of the previous night, which had veiled much of her form, the stark brightness now left nothing to the imagination. Every curve, every detail, was on full display.
Her cheeks flushed deeply, heat spreading across her face as a wave of shyness and embarrassnt overtook her.
Instinctively, she raised her hands to cover her eyes, as if doing so could shield her from their gazes—or at least hide her own flustered expression.
Zhane chuckled softly, his voice warm with amusent. "Hera, you’re just so cute," he said, his tone carrying both affection and teasing admiration.
Her innocence and inexperience when it ca to intimacy were evident, and it flattered him in a way that made his smile linger.
Without waiting for her response, he gently lifted her right leg, resting it on his shoulder, while pushing her left leg aside to open her posture.
His movents were calm yet deliberate, giving him a clear view. Hera’s face flushed crimson as she instinctively wanted to protest, but her eyes caught the ointnt in his hand.
Slowly, realization dawned on her, and she began to understand his intention.
"I-I can do it myself," she murmured softly, her voice trembling with a mix of shyness and hesitation.
"It’s alright; you wouldn’t be able to apply it properly. It’s better to let the doctor do his job," Zhane said with a reassuring smile.
However, as he spoke, there was an unintended softness in his words that gave them an almost seductive undertone that left Hera feeling even more flustered.
As he glanced down, his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.
In the bright light, he could clearly see what had been obscured the night before—Hera’s pink, slightly swollen folds.
The sight left him montarily breathless, but he composed himself quickly.
Taking a small amount of ointnt on his clean finger, he leaned closer and began to gently apply it to her sensitive skin.
Hera shuddered at the cool sensation of the ointnt against her warm flesh, her body tensing slightly.
The thought of Zhane seeing her so intimately sent a wave of heat coursing through her, her face burning with a mix of embarrassnt and vulnerability.
Zhane felt a familiar warmth stirring deep within him as his fingers grazed Hera’s sensitive folds.
The trembling of her legs resting on his shoulder only heightened the tension building inside him. A thought flashed through his mind, unbidden and insistent: ’I want to slide my fingers inside.’
Despite himself, his movents slowed as he rubbed her folds gently, testing her reaction.
"Hmmm," Hera let out a soft, involuntary moan, her voice barely above a whisper.
The sound was enough to send a jolt through the room. The two n with her froze, their gazes snapping to her.
Their eyes darkened, filled with unspoken desire, as their bodies reacted instinctively to the sound and the intimate scene unfolding before them.
Zhane instinctively set the ointnt aside, his focus entirely on Hera.
His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it gently yet deliberately, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.
The sound was cut short as Leo, quick to act, leaned in and caught the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep kiss.
His lips claid hers with urgency, muffling her moans as they lted into his mouth.
"Hmmm," Hera whimpered against Leo’s lips, her voice trembling with both pleasure and surprise.
Her body reacted instinctively, her legs quivering as Zhane’s skilled fingers continued their work, teasing her clit and folds.
The sensation made her legs twitch involuntarily, as if to close around him, inadvertently bringing her thighs closer to Zhane’s face.
The proximity made Hera acutely aware of his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive skin, heightening the intensity of her sensations and leaving her utterly breathless.
"Wifey, don’t be too loud," Leo teased, his voice low and playful. "The hungry wolves outside might catch a whiff and co crashing in." He gently traced the sensitive area of Hera’s lower lip with his thumb, watching her reactions closely.
Hera’s eyes were clouded with desire, tears threatening to spill as she gasped for breath.
Without realizing it, her hips began to move, grinding against Zhane’s touch.
A knot ford in her stomach, tightening with every stroke. Leo’s words were ant as a warning, but they only heightened her anticipation, leaving her even more stirred than before.
Leo reached for the ointnt that Zhane had left beside Hera’s thigh, opening it with deliberate care.
Hera’s breath was heavy and shallow beside his ear, sending a wave of heat through him.
Despite the reaction stirring low in his abdon, Leo forced himself to focus.
He scooped a small amount of the ointnt and gently applied it to the marks on Hera’s shoulder and neck—the hickeys and the bite mark from the night before.
His touch, though tender, felt far more intimate than intended, and Hera looked up at him with eyes that seed to silently beg for more.
Leo swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat.
His finger trembled slightly as he continued his touch, wanting nothing more than to give in to the desire building between them.
But a quiet concern lingered in the back of his mind—he wasn’t sure if Hera’s body could handle it.
Zhane was clearly struggling, his senses overwheld by the sweet scent and the temptation to continue where they left off last night.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his gaze rising from between Hera’s thighs. He could see the desire swirling in her eyes, mirroring his own inner conflict.
"Don’t," Leo interjected firmly. "If we push her body too hard, she might end up with a fever."
His words grounded Zhane, reminding him of the delicate balance they had to maintain.
Only then did Zhane recall that it was Hera’s first ti—her body was still not used to this.
The last thing they needed was to let their desires overpower her well-being.
With a heavy exhale, Zhane finished applying the ointnt to her sore folds, his hands moving with gentle precision.
He stood up, Hera’s legs still draped around his waist.
The sight of her closeness stirred his desire even more, and he groaned softly, struggling to reign in his emotions and the intense pull he felt toward her.
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