Andrey kept Morgana pinned beneath him on the bed. His free hand moved to her large, full breast, squeezing it firmly through the thin violet fabric of her new Magical Girl dress. The softness and weight of it filled his palm perfectly.
'So soft…' he thought, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh. 'Even though she's a demon, her body feels incredible.'
He pulled the fabric aside, fully exposing her breast. Her nipple was an inverted type— shyly tucked inward, only the soft pink areola visible. Andrey brushed his thumb over it gently, coaxing it to emerge.
Morgana's breath hitched. The curse inside her was growing stronger with every touch. A deep, throbbing heat pulsed in her womb, making her body burn with unwanted arousal.
