The succubus dipped her small hands in the bowl of water on the bar counter, but let most of the liquid drip off. The water was applied on her arms, neck, and thighs, and after taking off her silk clothing, also on her chest, waist, and hips. The flaccid horse-cock and her scrotum that were squeezed between her thighs on the warm leather of the bar stool demanded a bit more water to get clean, and she had to rub the glans for a while to get the jizz out of its microscopic folds. The demon’s pointy tongue stuck on the lower lip of her open mouth as she stared at the thick shaft that had slowly began to harden once again. Just as she was about to finish washing her face, a deep voice right next to her spoke in such a tone that it caused the cock to thicken even further and spring free from the grip of her thighs.<br/><br/>The draenei was huge in comparison to the demon, who was rather short for a succubus. Gwenda’s first reaction would’ve been to pounce right at the holy creature, scratch and bite her, but the warlock’s commanding presence kept her frenzy at bay. Instead, she only gave her mistress the finger over to the other end of the long counter, and finally calmed herself down.<br/><br/>“What’s it to you?” Gwenda sneered, straightened her pose, and leaned back. The cock still wasn’t in its full eight-inch erection, but she gently parted her legs to boast of her meaty equipment, and with hands clasped behind her neck, pushed her chest forward for a clear view of her small, soft breasts and their pointy, dark-pink nipples. A single flap of her wings made her red hair wave in the brief gust of air, and with a subtle tilt of her neck, the succubus made a serious attempt at presenting herself as the most exciting thing that the voluptuous draenei would see in a while.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>