It had felt like ages, but the three of them were finally managing to find the rhythm they'd been seeking. Poe was reluctant to admit it, but having this slow, sensual ride was actually enjoyable. Feeling Scrooge tighten around him made him moan quietly, but he kept the steady pace, not wanting to ruin things when they were so close to perfection.

Magica tilted her head back, eyes swimming. "So close," she breathed, the combined heat finally getting to her. "Almost, darling...!"