The whitish mess of Vale's squirt was still warm against my skin, a physical testament to her lack of restraint. She lay there, chest heaving, the light flickering against her damp skin. Her eyes were unfocused, trapped in the hazy chemical afterglow that only a high-level succubus could generate. I didn't give her time to settle. My hand remained clamped over her thigh, my thumb digging into the sensitive inner muscle to remind her who owned this moment.
Faevy didn't stop. She was a predator in her own right, her tongue swirling around the crown of my cock to clean off the stray droplets of Vale's essence. She looked up at me, her green eyes shimmering with a mix of submissiveness and a desperate need to be the one who finally broke my composure.
I wasn't interested in her teasing games anymore. I wanted depth.
"Don't just lick it, Faevy. Swallow the pride you have left along with it," I growled.
