<div class="floatleft">(https://s22.postimg.org/t5zdc0k4h/Jensen_Ackles_2004_by_John_Russo_-_12004.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Velen Fortensa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13131617#msg13131617)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Making good on his promises<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Oral, Enjoying Semele</em><br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Velen was drinking in her pleasure on both a very physical level and an emotional level. Her pleasure was a sweet nectar for him. He believed that he would find this much the same even if he wasn't an incubus but his demonic nature, surprisingly, brought him closer to people rather than pushed them away. The glimpses of thoughts in her mind helped him push further than he already was. Between his tongue and his tail he felt no need to hold back against this woman. She was the owner of another brothel meaning she was well used to the delights that a courtesan could bring so he needed to bring his top game not that he ever really brought anything less than that on a regular basis. To do anything less would be a slap in the face the people who hired him.<br/><br/>Semele's body arched under his touch and her hands moved from his head. Yes, this was the vision of perfection as far as he was concerned. Her hips began to lightly buck against him letting him reach just that little bit deeper when she moved towards him. Legs wrapped around his head allowing no retreat as her heels pushed into his back. It would seem she was quite enjoying what he was doing to her. Looking up he caught the biting of her lips and he could sense the pressure of her oncoming climax building up.<br/><br/><em>Try? You'll find I rarely fail anything that I try,</em>he thought to her as he casually let the tip of his tongue flick her clit.<br/><br/>Velen didn't much care if people were watching them, he somehow doubted it with the show going on behind them, as he continued to devote his attention to the woman he was currently pleasuring her. She taunted him and that earned a smile from the incubus as his eyes continued to glow red. Inside her his tongue began to twist and curl pressing against various points along her sweet inner walls seeking the point that push her over the edge. Velen wanted to watch her body shake by his own touch. His tail took over vigorously teasing, flicking, and caressing her clit while the half-demon hoped to see what this woman looked like writhing under his attentions.<br/><br/>All of this was having the additional effect of making Velen more than ready to progress on to something else when she was done, when the lady requested it, since it didn't require much to make an incubus aroused. His pants, formerly quite comfortable, were now host to a bulge that made the pants seem far tighter. If his hands hadn't been on her thighs holding her in place he might have indulged himself a little bit. Instead he would allow her to indulge in him when he was done.