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Petrified, Crucified, entirely deconstructed. Seolf’s lips wrap around Charlotte’s shaft. Her mouth is like an oven, burning hot, devouring everything with its heat. The human girl is rock hard and slowly getting shoved further and further back on the bed until she has to let go of everything. She had to leave Seolf in control. Her cock twisted, played with, nibbled with small, slightly protuberant canines… A tinge of pain, sharp claws digging deep into her thighs. And still, the eyes. Her eyes, hypnotic. Fifteen concentric circles, dancing and twirling around like the gears of a hellish machine, all devoted to make her fall, fall deeper. Deeper and deeper and deeper again. Deeper in the molten rocks, melting, melting.. Melted.

She’s so full of this weirdly relaxing feeling that even her raging hard on starts to soften a little bit. Not as a sign of de-escalation, more so a full-on abandonment.

Seolf is a strong woman. That was established earlier ; but the way she takes hold of Charlotte’s hips and effortlessly turns her around to make her face the wall, arched on the bed, rear end easily accessible, makes the small woman shiver a bit. She feels completely dominated. Under control, total control. She is prey and Seolf's the predator.

One finger enters her. She can feel the heat of her skin inside. Her dick twitches and leaks molten magma onto the bedsheets. The smithy slowly finds each of her weak spots as if she knew her from the beginning… And while she explores Charlotte’s ass thoroughly, she continues to milk her cock like a clock. Steady ticks of the wrist like the hands of the timekeeper. Albeit a bit faster.

Sometimes, her hand wraps around her glans and squeezes it with a very slightly excessive strength. Her prey whimpers and bends over even more, arching her back right at the cusp of it being painful. She changes position and goes up on the bed, sitting on her knees at Charlotte’s side. Her right hand tightly gripping her cheek while her left keeps playing with her pathetic cock. Stuck with a half-chub, Charlotte feels completely trapped by the two-sided **** on her. Her entire skin reddens and she suffocates when Seolf inserts a second finger.

If one was scalding hot, two are like fiery prongs, sizzling her from inside out. Seolf breathes fire, marking her flesh red-hot each time her lips part closer and closer to her spine. After fiddling with her prostate, the fire girl stops moving and kisses between Charlotte’s shoulder blades ; once again, the soft traces of her drool burning like a softly scrubbing acid on her skin. She quietly licks along her scapula and glides with her own magma towards her shoulders, then her neck. She drops a soft kiss on the side of her jaw and chuckles softly. “ So. Are you going to stay the night, love? ”