LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS
She lost count after the tenth.
By the time the first gray light of dawn crept through the curtains, Elara lay limp and destroyed on the bed, covered in sweat, come (his and hers), and her own squirt. Her holes twitched and leaked obscenely. Bruises in the shape of claws decorated her hips and thighs. Her clit was so swollen it peeked out from its hood, red and glistening.
The incubus had faded back through the veil, but his presence lingered like a brand.