"Watch and learn, Kate. This is how a Succubus makes love to her beloved," said Princess Xynalia with confidence.
"Wow." Kate gulped. "He's bigger and harder than the time we did it."
Both of them were sharing one body, so she was also feeling what the succubus princess was feeling and enjoying every second of it.
Princess Xynalia's movements were deliberate, each touch calculated to both overwhelm and soothe.
Her body pressed against his with an intoxicating rhythm, flowing like silk over steel.
Heat and softness mingled, teasing every nerve, coaxing him into a state where resistance was not only impossible—it was unthinkable.
Kate's breath caught as she watched, her own skin prickling in sympathy with every shift, every motion that made the young man tremble beneath them.
Her gaze stayed on his chest, watching it rise and fall rapidly.
She listened to his ragged breaths as though he were drowning in a tide of sensations he had never known before.
