Crying out in ecstasy, Esanna gripped Viatrix’s buttocks tighter and shoved her clit deep into her mouth. She hoped to hide her uncontrollable screams of enjoyment, but could barely muffle them, let alone mute them completely. Her back arched as she struggled desperately to regain a measure of self-control, but it had been longer for her than she cared to admit, and the power of lust’s hold on her was just too strong. She let out a loud neigh as her body twitched, convulsing in the throes of pleasure. Despite her apparent victory, Viatrix was not finished. Before Esanna could regain her wits and come down from her sexual high, the crimson-haired mare turned over and maneuvered herself into a new position. Her grace was astounding. It was almost impossible to notice her weight shift on the table; it did not wobble at all. She reached down and took Esanna in some sort of leg hold, pressing her dripping sex against the centurion’s. Esanna reacted instantly.

"I’m going to put it in now." His words dripped with sensuality and confidence. Looking back, his expression was dangerously alluring. His stare was not quite sexual, but still erotic, which turned her on all the more. She couldn't help but squirm her hips as her already perpetually wet pussy began to moisten further. To be romanced… seduced. What an interesting feeling. No mundane had ever dared try such a thing, and neither had her kin, though they certainly weren't this skilled at it. In fact, the idea that one could seduce an incubus or succubus at all was almost laughable. But here he was, doing the unthinkable. It'd been a long time since she’d respected anyone, particularly some mundane male, but, as he held her gaze and pressed into her, she realised she respected this one. What nerve, what audacity. She had to admit, if only to herself, that she was impressed by him. She attempted to speak, but as she did his tongue licked out and drew itself across her lips. She blushed as he cooed, "Shhh... we're just getting started."

Desmond squirmed and shuddered under Jonah’s efforts. Jonah was encouraged to know that she could still play the boy like a flute. Taking the rest of him in her mouth was easy work, and she barely gagged as she went down, reaching his full length to the back of her throat. She slurped and sucked greedily, unconcerned about the messy tendrils of saliva gathering at his balls. With a single hand, Jonah pumped Desmond’s shaft as she lapped at her prize, immensely enjoying herself. If Desmond had anything to say about it, any compliments or cautions to mutter, she didn’t hear them. She continued single-mindedly, methodically bobbing her head until she felt the tell-tale jerk and shuffle that signified she’d managed to push him past his limit. He came in her mouth and she eagerly accepted it, chugging cum like warm, thick, creamy milk on a cold winter's morning. It was bitter and flavorful, and exactly as she liked it.