The succubus' eyes sparkle, at the request, and Amara barely even gets a chance to finish her command, before the succubus pounces, having to finish her requirements as she's being roughly groped on the floor. "I haven't had<em>anyone</em>in centuries," she complains. "So this is going to be rather rushed."<br/><br/>Her hands, lips, and tail all immediately begin to hunt down Amara's most sensitive spots, a rushed, almost frantic energy to Xandria's actions, her tail thrusting inside the elf's sex almost as quickly as she could manage it, pinning Amara to the ground and lavishing attention all over her body.