Ariadne tilted her head back, the softest sea breeze of a sigh escaping her parted lips. She changed the cant of her hips a little, to greet Dionysus, the hardness of his cock joining Much's fingers between her legs and oh, kind fates, she was wet. She felt Much's hand slip down a little more as he ran his warm, slick fingers under Dionysus' cock, pushing it a little firmer against her, stroking them both. "Oh, good boys" she praised, grinding against both cock and fingers, her breathing growing faster as the flush of heat rose through her body.
She squeaked a little when Much pushed forward, leaning across her shoulder to kiss Dionysus with a desperate and infectious hunger. His fingers grew clumsier between her legs as he did, but it was hard to complain, especially not when she was perfectly capable of grabbing Much's other hand and guiding it to her breast, whimpering at the hard squeeze he gave her. It shot a needy heat through her body, and she pressed her hips back against Dionysus. "Baby, please, fill me up," she gasped. "Much, don't stop touching me, oh gods, don't stop, please."