He stepped in behind them both.

Stood under the spray with complete indifference to the cold, water running immediately over his hair and down his shoulders and chest and cock, and looked at both women with the same flat expression.

He reached forward.

And turned the temperature up by one increment.

One.

Waited ten full seconds.

Jenny pressed herself against the far glass wall making sounds through her teeth.

Vivienne stood perfectly still, eyes still closed, jaw working. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He turned it up one more increment.

Waited.

Another.

Until the steam began and the cold was fully gone and both women stood under the now-hot spray with their hair plastered flat and their skin flushed pink and their earlier argument about temperature having been rendered entirely irrelevant.

He pressed Jenny against the glass wall.

Back to him, palms finding the surface on instinct, her breath fogging the glass in front of her face.

The same position as the fountain alcove the previous night. Her body recognised the configuration before her mind did, her hips already shifting backward fractionally.

He entered her cunt in one long, continuous push, not stopping until he was seated fully, and her forehead hit the glass with a soft, wet sound.

"Aahhh~!! Hngh~!! Oouugh~!!"

Vivienne stood two feet away, back against the opposite wall, arms crossed loosely below her breasts, watching.

Her expression was complicated.

’She is my daughter and he is inside her three feet from me and I can hear it and I can see the way her shoulders drop when he bottoms out and I know exactly what that feels like and I—’

His hand reached out sideways without looking.

Found her left ring.

Pulled.

Vivienne stumbled forward on the pull, feet sliding on the wet tile, and landed against Jenny’s back with both hands going to the glass on either side of her daughter’s face.

Pressed between them now.

Her chest against Jenny’s spine, his chest against her own back, and the three of them in a complete, closed sandwich with his cock driving into Jenny from behind while every thrust transferred through Vivienne’s body and into her daughter simultaneously.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Oungh~!! HIIEEK~!! ’Too deep’~!!"

"AAHHH~!! NNGH~!!"

Vivienne’s heavy breasts smashed between his chest and her daughter’s back with every thrust, the water making the skin-on-skin contact loud and slick, the rings dragging twin red lines across Jenny’s spine with every rock forward.

Jenny felt the rings on her back.

Felt her mother’s breathing against her neck.

Felt her mother’s bare skin against her own in a configuration she had no name for and no desire to name.

His hands came around all of it from behind, one long arm reaching around both women to find their respective cunts, two fingers each driving into both of them simultaneously from the front while his cock worked Jenny from behind.

Both women’s hips buckled forward at the same moment.

"AAANGHH~!!"

"HIIEEK~!!"

Jenny’s leg came up.

His hand caught it behind the knee without missing a single thrust, lifted it, braced her foot against the glass wall so her leg was spread and pinned at a ninety-degree angle, opening her from behind at a new angle that made his cock press against a point inside her that had been untouched until this exact second.

Vivienne stayed sandwiched behind her, no room to move, just pressed forward by his body, her breasts dragging against Jenny’s back, her own hips rocking backward against him on every withdrawal as if trying to take what her daughter was currently getting.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! MMMPH~!!"

"OUNGH~!! NGH~!! ’PLEASE’—"

The two voices met in the steam and layered into one continuous, overlapping sound.

The glass under Jenny’s palms was completely fogged.

She was printing it with her handprints and her forehead and her breath, marking the glass the way the night had marked everything else.

He pulled out of Jenny.

The withdrawal was slow and deliberate, and she felt every ridge of him on the way out, and her cunt chased the exit with a small, involuntary backward push of her hips that she was immediately mortified by.

He turned Vivienne to face the glass.

Her palms hit the fogged surface and slid, squeaking loudly down the glass, fingers spreading to catch, leaving long smear marks as she found her grip.

He entered her from behind.

And reached around with his free hand to grab Jenny’s face.

His thumb and forefinger closed on her jaw, turned her head sideways to face him.

Two fingers pushed between her lips.

Not rough. Just present. Occupying her mouth the way he had occupied everything else tonight — with complete, unhurried authority.

Jenny’s jaw closed around them on reflex.

He worked Vivienne’s cunt with his hips while his fingers worked Jenny’s mouth, both women occupied, both women present, both women entirely accounted for.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!! ’Cruxius’~!!"

"Mmph~!! Nngh~!! Hnn~!!"

Vivienne’s forehead hit the glass hard on a particularly brutal thrust and left a fog-print there that stayed long after his hips pulled back.

He sat on the built-in shower bench.

The tile was slick under him, the rain head still running full pressure over all three of them, steam thick enough to blur the far glass wall.

He looked at both women standing in front of him.

Both soaked. Both flushed. Both with hair plastered flat against their necks. Both with the specific demolished look of women who have been used past any reasonable endpoint and told to keep going.

He said nothing.

Just looked at their chests.

Both of them understood.

They knelt.

Jenny went down first, knees on the tile, pressing her smaller breasts together around the base of his cock with both hands, the water running over her shoulders and down the inner curves of her chest between her palms.

Her skin against his cock felt softer than anything had felt all night, warm and smooth and wet, her hands squeezing herself tightly around the shaft.

Vivienne came in from the outside.

Her full, heavy breasts flanked Jenny’s from both sides, pressing inward, so the configuration was Jenny’s breasts at the centre with Vivienne’s wrapped around the outside of them, both sets pressed together around his cock in a thick, layered sandwich of wet flesh.

His cock vanished completely into the combined press of four breasts.