«Ren, let me go! Let me go right now!»
I think that's what Elaine is mumbling as my hand presses against her lips, just enough to stifle her furious cries.
I can't blame her—if I didn't know why Melania is doing what she's doing, or about the sinister violet aura wrapping around her, I would have reacted the same way.
The little succubus wraps her arms around Tyler's neck. Her tongue slips into his mouth as she straddles his lap, his erection sliding completely inside her.
Melania's muffled moans rise above Elaine's protests, and that only makes her thrash harder. Even with my inhuman strength, I'm straining more than expected to keep her pinned.
«Elaine, Elaine, calm down…» I whisper into her ear, trying to soothe her rage.
But my words do nothing—if anything, they only fuel the fire.
