Calypso's long, demonic tongue, tipped with a slight, mesmerizing fork, flicked out. It was hot and rough in the best way as it enveloped the head of his cock. She began to work earnestly.
She was the Infernal Matriarch, a cruel, sadistic, and horrible demon who'd lived for such a long time she long had given up counting.
But her actions in this moment were oddly amateurish.
Her movements, while sensual and eager, were a little fumbling.
She was a Level 100 Boss Monster who had never even touched a male member before, let alone tried to do her utmost to service one. She was used to being served - not sexually - not serving.
Calypso tried her best to caress and pamper his cock, evidenced by the fact that her hands soon lifted from the ground, enveloped the shaft where her tongue didn't reach, and began moving along its length with a bit of hesitant reverence.
