(Amaia)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
Like the unfurling of black masts of some spectral ship, his wings spring from his back.
Wings? His incubus form had fucking wings.
Like elongated shadows with a silver lining, they expand above us, moving without a sound. A ripple went through them like a wave of energy when his tongue invaded me deeply.
My pleasure shoots as my eyes observe them and how they communicate, his feelings in that instant.
The silver around the edges brightens with every stroke of his tongue. Every slurp he takes is followed by my shivers and moans which makes his wings excitedly flap behind him.
It's like being stuck in a wet dream where a handsome demon sucks me off, drinking away my womanly juices.
My body finally convulses, and the pressure builds up in my lower regions. I come gripping onto his horn and staring at his magnificent wings, the silver glistened from the reflected orange light of the candle.
