She's in deep...deep...deep...trouble?

Angelina came back to reality and she immediately realized she was tied to something. The prospect both terrified her and ignited her smoldering fire in her pussy at the same time. Coupled with that, she was blindfolded, the material binding her eyes was both soft and tight. She was out of the rain and out of the cold; the smell and sound of a hearth fire crashed into her senses.

Her demoness womb felt full, like she was still full of cum, and it took her a minute to realize that was still the Soulless's vitality in the deepest recesses of her malleable fuckbox. That alone got her juices flowing as she was tied, spread eagle.

Angelina could feel someone in the room with her, just as she could feel that the fire was on her left. The feeling was a tingle in her nipples and on her clit; a human was in here with her, and it was a human with a cock and its owner was rapidly filling with lust just as it was filling with blood getting harder and harder. The succubus' clit was responding in kind and she felt her pussy clench down, trying to crush against the cock that should have been impaling her.

The Giant and the blonde were around, but not in the room. Angelina could feel them as well, their pheromones caressing her skin like a silk tongue.