The demoness shuddered
and cried as she came again. The mage's tongue was indeed very talented
as his mouth pressed down on her sex like he was devouring a piece of
watermelon. "Maybe he's too addicted to my sweet nectar." The demon
mused before being rocked by another orgasm. She had existed for
centuries but she could not recall ever having it this good before. His
hunger was unrelenting as his tongue continued to penetrate her depths
with such speed and strength like a flick of a whip to consume even more of her intoxicating fluids.
Artwork commissioned by Omega519.
Caption by Omega519.
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