The courtyard had turned into a fever dream of bodies and rhythm.
The first cries of pleasure had given way to louder moans, gasps, and slaps of skin against skin. Sweat-soaked backs arched, hips bucked, and hands gripped silk and flesh with rising urgency.
Every bed was a battlefield now.
The two boys were still locked in a deep, frantic rhythm, one riding the other with breathless cries, hands braced on the other's chest. His thighs trembled, but he kept going.
Nearby, the two girls had shifted, one now sitting on the other's face, moaning wildly, her hips grinding down with raw desperation as the other clutched her thighs and devoured her like worship.
The trio of two men and a woman had lost all rhythm and turned chaotic, one man thrusting hard into the woman from behind while she kissed the second, begging between moans to be filled deeper, harder, faster.
Then came the six.
