Could the demoness not stop kissing? It drove Renithia mad, making her squirm and wiggle all the more fiercely. At last it stopped, Candra pulling away from the gasping princess. The virgin's eyes followed the demon's movements, again wondering what was happening. The succubus proved hypnotizing, the sensual, sexual movements intoxicating. Renithia's eyes bore into Candra's flesh. Her own hands mimicking the motions, if slightly, moving to grasp the hem of her thin covering. Delicate, trembling finger traced along quivering, hot flesh, and a pink tongue extended to moisten drying lips. The simple removing of clothes had become something so inherently primal that it overwhelmed the princess.
Renithia moaned, trembled, gasped, and finally let out a coo. The shudder felt so delightful, so wonderful. and her eyes never left her captor, watching as that inhuman body was exposed. No mortal could hope to look that appealing, that wanton, that sexual. Not even the princess, long touted for her celestial beauty, could hope to match that. Every bit of Candra looked built for that which she performed. As if to further prove that point, Candra shifted and made demands.
The princess watched. She could do nothing else but stare. eyes were glued upon the sex, noting the familiarity to Renithia's own. That familiarity ended in an instant, however, as the clit erupted into a full grown cock. the princess gasped, her hands flying to her mouth and her eyes widening in shock. Such a member! Something such as that would enter her? Now the princess's lust was tinged with terror, with unease at the thought of such a thing. She swallowed, looking to her captor.
"Y-y-yes," she managed, licking her lips. "I w-w-want it."