Some other time, Vena will simply enjoy some time sitting on the elf's cock. He'll take pleasure in the way it stretches out his body and presses against his insides, he'll delight in how it makes him feel almost too full. Some other time, Feurian will have his chance (plenty of chances) to warm his cock inside the incubus, but not now. Now, Vena craves movement. His greatest desire is to be fucked by the beautiful elf. He wants to see if Feurian really is worth Vena's claim over him. Does he have it in him to satisfy the sex demon? His dick, alone, is already making a pretty compelling argument.
When Feurian lifts Vena and allows gravity to do the rest, it's time for Vena's mind to go a little blank. Just a flash of nothing but pleasure. There's a full-bodied moan followed closely by a grunt of effort as he tries to pull himself back up, back along the full length of Feurian's impressive cock. Keep going, Feurian. Don't stop. Keep putting your strong arms to work.
Vena tangles one hand in Feurian's long hair as his moans become a little softer, more breathy. Feurian belongs to Vena now. He fully believes that is his decision to make. The one he has his eye on rarely has a say in the matter and Feurian's human master can't possibly compete with the allure of an incubus. So that leaves the decision solely in Vena's hands, does it not? Vena certainly thinks so.
"You'll stay here with me until morning?" he asks when his pleasure allows it. "Or longer?" Though it's posed as a question, it isn't meant as one. They have some time before Nagare opens the doors to clients again, and Vena intends to spend as much of that time exploring Feurian as he can.
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When Feurian lifts Vena and allows gravity to do the rest, it's time for Vena's mind to go a little blank. Just a flash of nothing but pleasure. There's a full-bodied moan followed closely by a grunt of effort as he tries to pull himself back up, back along the full length of Feurian's impressive cock. Keep going, Feurian. Don't stop. Keep putting your strong arms to work.
Vena tangles one hand in Feurian's long hair as his moans become a little softer, more breathy. Feurian belongs to Vena now. He fully believes that is his decision to make. The one he has his eye on rarely has a say in the matter and Feurian's human master can't possibly compete with the allure of an incubus. So that leaves the decision solely in Vena's hands, does it not? Vena certainly thinks so.
"You'll stay here with me until morning?" he asks when his pleasure allows it. "Or longer?" Though it's posed as a question, it isn't meant as one. They have some time before Nagare opens the doors to clients again, and Vena intends to spend as much of that time exploring Feurian as he can.