Gasping and trying to hold on just a little longer, Atelia can feel herself coating the tip of Lemonscent's tail, and almost loses her strength, needing to gold onto the succubus for a moment. Breathing heavily, she steadies herself, then continues, focusing her smacks on the soft undercurves of the fiend's pert bottom, where the thighs start swelling out and becoming buttocks. A few smacks land on the wayward fiend's thighs, and perhaps one or two even strike her wet mound.<br/><br/>"Yes, you... ah... you are a... naughty, naughty girl, Lemonscent!"<br/><br/>She pauses again, squirming about helplessly, and slowly inserts a finger into the nether folds of the succubus, gathering some of the sticky nectar. She then extracts it, inhaling deeply to smell the wonderful, fresh scent, then licks her finger, savouring the almost sour tang, before finally continuing the "punishment", determined to keep going until both have reached their climax.