The whitish mess of Vale's squirt was still warm against my skin, a physical testament to her total lack of restraint. She lay there, chest heaving, the dim 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 or reclaim a shred of her dignity. My hand remained clamped over her thigh, my thumb digging into the sensitive inner muscle to remind her exactly who owned this moment of her weakness.
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, burning need to be the one who finally broke my composure. She wanted to prove she could handle more than her leader.
