>>5627590As orgasm takes the Princess, she can only cry out in agreement—wordless, but unmistakable. To her, now, consumed with this fleeting dream, this is real anything ever could be.
“Come with me,” you beckon her thereafter, stroking talon-nails across her skin in the afterglow, setting her to shuddering. “I will come for you. Will you be mine?”
Princess Ekaterine can only shiver, and mutter indistinctly… But her small, human hand clings to our great, clawed one. You tilt your head a little, hoping for a better answer. Perhaps another round—a chance for YOU to find your OWN release—will grant you the answer you seek?
“Babycakes...”
You look away from Ekaterine for a moment, following the ethereal voice. You see no form to match the sound, but when you look back upon Ekaterine, in is instead Irinnile entangled with you, cooing gently, stroking your still-inflated heimpenes.
“She woke up,” the succubus explains, before comforting you “woke up wet, ready, still THINKING about you…”
“She will leave with me, if I request it?” you ask.
“…Maybe,” Irinnile says, with less certainly, hand’s motion halted for a moment. “If you move quick.”
You nod again, considering your options. Before you can think too deeply, you are interrupted by a provocative contraction around your split-tipped genitals—Irinnile, hand squeezing both shafts, while her other massaged the base. Her eyes meet yours.
“Took a lot of juice to keep her under, AND Ricky,” she says pointedly. “Only seems fair you give me a bit a’ yours… An’ smart, right? Don’t want anyone waking up an’ spoiling the plot a’ your little bodice-ripper, amirite?”
