Vena tightens his arms around Feurian's shoulders to pull himself closer to the elf's body, as well as tightens his grip on that blond hair. Each small movement draws out a moan or pleasured sigh. Each time he drops back down onto Feurian's cock, it's like the whole world drops away, like there's nothing else beyond just the two of them. The two of them and their combined pleasure.

Shame on Nagare for keeping this creature here where Vena couldn't find him sooner.

It's times like this, when he's being so easily and effortlessly manhandled by Feurian, when he has real appreciation for his human form. Even without his innate abilities, a staggering number of men gravitate toward a smaller, somewhat effeminate young man. It makes them feel powerful. It makes them feel more comfortable about sticking their dick in a partner who appears to be male, until they're fully taken by the incubus' power and it no longer bothers them. But so rarely does he have the pleasure of having a partner who is significantly larger than him. A partner who can make him feel as small as he appears. A partner who can make him feel as though he's entirely at their mercy, even though that will rarely ever be true.

"I'd like," he sighs into the elf's ear, the words followed closely by deep, sultry moans.