LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
“Such a good little weaver. Kneeling. Waiting. Already leaking for your owner.”
Clawed fingers slid into her hair, gripping tight but not painfully, tilting her face upward. She felt the heat of his enormous body looming over her. The brush of leathery wings against her shoulders. The heavy, ridged length of his cock, thicker than her forearm, scorching hot, slick with pre-come slapped heavily against her cheek, leaving a wet streak of demonic essence across her lips.
Elara moaned, mouth opening instinctively. Her tongue darted out, licking the underside of his shaft, tasting salt and smoke and pure sin.