Nightfire's breath came in shaky bursts, her chest heaving, nipples still hard and glistening with sweat. Her whole body was still trembling from the climax he gave her—just from touching, licking, and playing with her tits and neck.
But her hunger hadn't faded.
If anything, it had sharpened.
She turned slightly in his arms, her tongue slowly sliding over her lips, smearing the traces of his kiss as her pink eyes flicked downward.
And then she smelled it.
The thick, musky scent of his precum—hot, strong, and maddening—filled her nose. That smell... it hit her like a lightning strike, sending her succubus instincts into overdrive.
Her pink pupils dilated.
Her eyes burned with need.
Her tail swished wildly behind her.
Without a word, Nightfire twisted around, her body moving with an animalistic grace and wild erotic rhythm. Her soft curves rubbed against him as she crawled on all fours, pushing Aether backwards with surprising strength.
He let her. He didn't resist.
