Feurian may realize Vena’s in control, but that knowledge is, very quickly, becoming wholly unimportant. It’s simply burning away under the taste of the incubus on his tongue, of that perfectly tender skin beneath his lips. And of course that mind-numbing friction Vena’s body provides with every move they make. Maybe they’re both fortunate that Feurian’s had previous experience with the resident succubus so he’s not so lost in the sex demon’s spell to be an embarrassingly unsatisfying partner.

The elf’s fingers knead at Vena’s ass cheeks even as he continues to bounce the incubus up and down on his cock. It won’t be much longer before he seeks out some surface to stabilize Vena so Feurian can have a fuller range of motion. But for now, he’s content to move his body as much as this position will allow. He can’t complain about the perfect depth that lets him bottom out every time Vena drops back down on his aching length.

And, yes, he is challenging himself to see if he can suck a bruise into existence, however briefly on Vena’s throat. The hands in his hair demand it! Well, even if he can’t leave a mark on Vena, Feurian’s sure to leave a little something behind inside him when all is said and done.