“Faster, Zyair… increase your pace…
“That’s Bluey’s voice,” Iridessa muttered, a chill running down her spine. “Is she… is she having sex with someone?” Her throat tightened as she swallowed hard.
“Faster, Zyair… oh goddess, yes…” the moan came again, louder this time.
“Zyair?” Iridessa bit her bottom lip, anxiety tightening her chest....