<strong>Name:</strong>Anatas<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Demona<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Pick, VIP Room<br/><br/>Being a beastman, one would have thought the lady-loving Jersey Devil would have been able to sense the danger that he was quickly putting himself in, but if there was one thing that led an animal more than survival instinct, it was mating instinct. Perhaps calling Demona over into his lap was his body's attempt to deliver his seed into one more womb before the life was either sapped or cut out of him. Maybe he saw what was coming and knew no way out, and he was just looking for some last-minute fun before his time was up and the grim reaper came to collect his filthy soul. But the more likely answer was that he was just a very horny bastard, easily led by the succubus' irresistible abilities, even when she made him feel like he was the one in control.<br/><br/>He hardly need to tell such a seasoned veteran what to do once he had her in his lap, leaning back against the cushion and breathing in even more of her demonic essence in his pleasure as she ran he skilled figured against his chest and ground her clothed womanhood against his leg, humping him as if she was an animal herself, though he wouldn't disrespect her by making that comparison out loud. He didn't mind letting her have a good feel of his lean yet hard chest muscles before she started moving her hands down to the main attraction, working their way into the underwear he wasn't wearing and taking a hold of his member, which was already almost fully hard from the demoness' mystical air, not to mention big. Of course it was big; he was a beastman, after all, which meant he had a natural advantage over the statistically smaller human males, plus his race had a lot in common with satyrs, just sporting tiny wings, smaller horns, and a more tolerable sex drive, though that wasn't saying much here.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Demona's veteran fingers to make the Jersey Devil's thick rod twitch and throb like her own personal plaything, making the target lean his head back against the couch with an elated smile from the incredible pleasure he was getting just from the warm-up. "Oh, I'll give you something to work with..." the beastman moaned back at her, so caught up in her presence that he almost didn't notice the other two sluts he had brought in starting to make out (he did, of course; he wouldn't dare miss out on such a sight). Her aura was affecting all three of the vulnerable minds so much that by the time she made her call to Ayr and returned, Anatas would already be bottomless and receiving vigorous head from the lighter-skinned woman, the dark-skinned one crawling along the floor toward Demona and winking up at her as she tried to unzip the succubus' pants. Getting that bead on her target would almost be too easy, now.