The day was far too hot for any form of physical activity, but the teal-haired goblin girl behind one of the side tables seemed to disagree. Her pastel-green skin had gotten all shiny as she bounced up and down on the lap of a red-haired succubus whose wings were pressed against the wall and legs parted wide under the table. If one were to kneel and take a peek (or otherwise happened to have their eye-level low enough), they’d see a pair of bald testicles hanging between the succubus’ thighs—far in front of the wooden bench that she slouched on. The balls took a forward swing every time the goblin’s wet, wide-stretched labia plunged down along the demon’s shaft and squished against the thickest part at the bottom of her massive horse-cock.<br/><br/>While the goblin did all the work and made a lot of noise, the succubus seemed almost too relaxed. Her hands moved steadily behind the girl’s back and calmly undid the thick knot of her black shirt-wrap that was the only thing to protect her upper body. The goblin’s pants had disappeared a while ago, and as the succubus now tossed the shirt somewhere unseen, far away into the crowd, all that the stripped Booty Bay bruiser had left on her were her black, toeless leather shoes and fingerless leather gloves. She didn’t appear to realize what the demon had done with her clothes, but when her jiggly breasts began to brush their nipples against the succubus’ nearly flat chest, a red blush appeared on her green cheeks as a sign that she’d realized to be fully in the nude.<br/><br/>When the succubus pulled the goblin closer for a wet tongue-kiss with open mouths, somebody else, too, burst into an embarrassed blush; on the opposite side of the tavern, buried deep under a hooded robe, the warlock felt a ripple of that touch. The soul link was weak, yet the sensations it transferred between the mistress and the minion were stronger than she had dared to let herself feel. Iranna leaned forward on the bar counter, her left flank comfortably against the wall, and alienated herself from the crowd by her silent presence and her unusually buxom body shape. In the end, it was all cloaked from sight underneath her elegant, dark-purple robe that was embellished with black stripes and gilded patterns, and made her feel safe enough not to jet straight back into her room. She took a deep breath and savored the echoing feelings of the goblin’s warm tongue entwined with Gwenda’s, the stimulation on Gwenda’s perky nipples against the goblin’s sweaty breasts, and the intense friction on Gwenda’s cock inside the goblin’s pussy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>