Finally letting go of Jargal’s now-thoroughly milked tits, Xentia pats her stomach in satisfaction.  It wasn’t nearly enough to truly satisfy her, but a bellyfull of sweet honey straight from the tap would do well to take the edge off her hunger until they found something more significant to make a meal out of.  Jargal’s continued squirming and twitching brings her attention back, and Xentia leans back against Jargal’s back, cupping her breasts gently and resting her chin on Jargal’s shoulder.<br/><br/>“Of course I’m doing this to you, dear.  Lalia isn’t the only one who’s had experience with those of different species after all.  That being said, it’d be rude to just tease you like this.”  Flicking one hand, Xentia changes the makeup of her constructs, making them more than solid enough for Jargal’s innards to get a firm grip on then, and then lets go of her hold on them, letting Jargal do what she will with them.<br/><br/>“And yes, you have my word that I will take the first suitable girl we find and personally see just how quickly your flower can suck her up.  Until then, I can at least help with how pent-up you are right now, though…”  Reaching around, she pulls Jargal into a tight kiss, and draws on just enough of her demonic magic to send it flooding through the needy centauress.  With as tightly-strung as she was already, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge and give Jargal the release she wants.