The hide tent smelled of musk and magic. Kira, with her petite frame, couldn't hide the thick, veiny monster of a cock that curved up from her groin, already leaking pre-cum. Across from her, Zayra’s fuller hips swayed as she fingered her own tiny, pink pricklet, no bigger than a thumb.

“Caught you, you desperate little slut,” Kira purred, her green eyes gleaming.

Zayra jumped, her tiny dick twitching. “I was just… itchy.”

“Bullshit.” Kira was on her in a flash, pushing Zayra onto the furs. She pinned her sister’s wrists, grinding her own heavy, meaty shaft against Zayra’s flat stomach. “Let big sis take care of that ‘itch’.”

Kira’s hand, rough and skilled, wrapped around Zayra’s miniature member. It was like a hot, slick pebble. She used her thumb to smear the bead of fluid at its tip, then began to jerk it with fast, cruel twists of her wrist. The tiny cock was impossibly sensitive; Zayra’s back arched, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.

“See? Pathetic,” Kira whispered, her own massive tool throbbing against her sister’s thigh. “This little nub can’t do anything. But this…” She guided Zayra’s hand to her own monstrous length. Zayra’s fingers could barely wrap halfway around the girth. The skin was hot velvet over solid, pulsing