Lucretia’s hand snaked down her violet body, grazing across the heart-shaped rune on her abdomen before scaling her smooth mound. Her fingers tested the bulb’s suction for a moment. She grunted as her digits popped inside and toyed with the nub that the tentacles had pardoned for far too long.

While the succubus’s abdomen hollowed from the touch, her other hand kneaded a perfect breast. Every fondle poured its flesh between her fingers as her work traveled deep. Beads of sweat smeared across the demoness’s chest, and the watery sheen made her endowment even more noticeable.

Soon, the air filled with a hypnotic taint that drowned her lungs with every breath. Pure beings, vile beings—it didn’t matter. One whiff could have turned even the holiest nun into a dripping wreck.

After swallowing a flood of drool, she thrashed her heavy wings until the pristine scent of the lake and forest returned. A long drag of air brought back just enough clarity.

When she concentrated on a sensitive spot within, the bulb’s appendages thrust against the rough walls beneath her demonic marking. Each drive against the area jittered her hips toward the shimmering sky as Lucretia’s fingers circled her clit, leaving a wet trail in their wake.

“Haaah… almost there…!”

Lucretia’s horns gored the vegetation below as her cries reached for the heavens.

She sucked in a breath.