"Wait! Wait! Wait! That place is forbidden you bitch!"
Rae thrashed, flailed, flopped around like a drowning goblin in a sea of shame and confusion, but that wicked little succubi was glued to him like a horny barnacle.
Her thighs clamped tight around his big green head like a vice made of smooth sin, upside-down and giggling like she was playing with her favorite toy.
"Why the fuck did I give this damn tentacle form a booty and a booty hole?! What was I thinking?!"
And he could feel it now. That delicate but evil little index finger, prying at his rear like it was trying to unlock the most cursed treasure chest in the dungeon.
"Gay! I'm not gay! You stupid bitch!"
But she didn't care. She giggled harder. That high-pitched, smug-as-hell sound that made him want to both cry and cum at the same time.
Yeah, sure, he'd read about this—rimming, fingering, backdoor wizardry.
But that was supposed to be a someday maybe, a wild night with a willing elf in a bathhouse, not today.
