LordLuck
The Wicked Historian
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Socothbenoth felt her lack of confort himself. Damn, for a demoness of lust, Nocticula's asshole was very, very tight. Perhaps not as tight as some chaste ladies he had seduced, but clenching against his girth all the same. The Archfiend considered if that wasn't her meddling with her appearance in order to be the best she could be towards her brother.
"I see that... you have not been... bending over your servants for... your backside. I like that."
He commented as he ground his hips against her ass, spreading her aside fierce and viciously. Every time they did it, Socothbenoth would leave his sister gaping. Today, it would be no different. The Demon growled is delight as he watched her fair, juvenile features shaking in pleasure, her sharp teeth out as a vampiress.
"I see that... you have not been... bending over your servants for... your backside. I like that."
He commented as he ground his hips against her ass, spreading her aside fierce and viciously. Every time they did it, Socothbenoth would leave his sister gaping. Today, it would be no different. The Demon growled is delight as he watched her fair, juvenile features shaking in pleasure, her sharp teeth out as a vampiress.