It was obvious, in the over-eager, uncoordinated movement, that Sereven had never experienced such treatment before, and that made Lasciel snicker inwardly, with almost savage glee. It probably wouldn't have it again, but that was a good reason to make this count.<em>Pity fucks...</em><br/><br/>Her braids slid and twirled around its fingers like living things as she upped her pace. He was providing the harder bucking while she offered speed, and the way he jolted and groaned every time her throat clenched around the throbbing shaft, he wouldn't last too long.<em>As soon as he spends his essence, he's all yours</em>, she thought, sure the unseen observers would feel the thought. Then she cupped its balls in one hand and massaged them, beckoning release closer.