There will be time for more. Of that Feurian is sure. The residents of this place have little but time on their hands. And, well, he's at least passingly familiar with the appetites of sex demons. Vala and her seemingly divine cunt have been the downfall of a many a man. She certainly provided Feurian with more than a little comfort in his early days here. She always seems to restrain her powers with fellow residents, more so than with clients.

For a moment, a few blessed seconds when time seemed to go soft and stretch long around them, Feurian's mind went completely blank. In that moment, nothing exists but the hot body against him. Those deceptively strong limbs wrapped around him, the heat and grip of Vena around his cock making him desperate for movement. The sound of Vena's sighed moan helps to pull Feurian back out of the sensations alone.

If there was going to be movement, Feurian has to initiate it. Perhaps some other time he would take the time to simply enjoy warming his cock inside Vena, but now is not that time. Once his brain remembers that it controls his body, the elf's hands move to grip Vena's legs just beneath his ass. He wastes no time in lifting the incubus, then letting gravity aid in pulling him back down, dragging his tight hole along the full length of Feurian's aching cock.

You belong to me now. Is that really Vena's decision to make?

Probably. It very probably is. It's well-known how easily anyone can become addicted to sex demons. If Vena wants Feurian, Feurian he'll have.