Hours had passed.
Hours of moaning, gagging, sucking, drinking, licking, tasting, and devouring each other's nectar until their bellies felt swollen from the sheer amount of lust poured into them.
Nightfire lay on top of him, her lips stained with his cum, her stomach visibly filled, round and soft—almost obscene with how much she had swallowed. Her skin shimmered faintly, glowing with a wicked, otherworldly light.
A dangerous, seductive hue—succubus pink and black—that pulsed like a heartbeat over her bare skin.
Her dark nipples stood hard, her breasts heaving, sweaty and full. Her thighs were wet, trembling, soaked in her own juices that never seemed to stop flowing.
But the fire in their eyes... never faded.
Aether was still hard.
"Insatiable," She said with lustful eyes.
And she was still needy and added,
"I am too~"
