That night Alan made sure to love every woman equally.
But some of them were very greedy going for the second round.
At the same time,
Inside the softly glowing tent, the air was warm, not just from the enchantments, but from the heavy, unmistakable sounds coming from the other side of the cloth divider.
Selene lay on her back, staring at the ceiling of the tent as if it might grant her escape.
"Ughhh... She's really going at it tonight…" Selena muttered, voice low but painfully clear.
Selene didn't respond. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her face was stone.
But her ears twitched slightly, she was listening too unsure of how to answer.
The moaning was a great problem for their sanity and sleep schedule.
"Nghhhh!!!"
Another soft moan filtered through, muffled but distinct.
Selena groaned and buried her face in the pillow.
"I swear to the stars, I'm going to rip this tent apart... I can't sleep,"
