Krem groaned into the kiss, his fingers sliding filthily into the young woman's cunt. She whined and writhed on the ground, pressing up toward him. He had to pull back, rest his head against Gannicus's shoulder, and consider the arrangement, consider the question. Oh, but he did.

He scraped his teeth against Gannicus's shoulder. "If you want to give him that luxury. He certainly seems to want it."