Vespera took position between his spread legs, her violet eyes locked on his as she lowered her mouth to the exposed head of his cock protruding from Lisa's titflesh. Her forked tongue swirled around it with devilish precision—cold, wet, and relentless—while her tail slipped beneath to press and massage his prostate through the perineum with external rhythmic pressure. The illusions made it feel like multiple tails and tongues were everywhere.
The chamber filled with wet, obscene harmony: the squelch of Lisa's pussy on his tongue and lips, the slippery glide of her milk-slick breasts around his shaft, Vespera's cool sucking sounds, and Trevor's muffled, ecstatic groans. Power surged again—not the raw explosive ascension from before, but a deeper, more sensual infusion that sharpened every nerve ending, making each lick and slide feel like pure ecstasy.
