Another failure for the candle... but the three imps don't really seem too upset by it. Instead, they just start being more active participants, each thrusting slowly forward as your body rocks in their direction. You can feel each demon's tool sliding further and further into you with each shift in weight, until finally they're all driving in to the hilt...<br/><br/>And despite all you might have been told about demons and idle hands, they are anything but sedentary. The one in front of you grabs hold of your hair and uses it as a set of reins, tugging with every thrust into your throat. Behind you, you feel the imp's hands wrap around your waist, and he begins pushing you forward and back, forcing you to speed up a bit as you rock. And beneath you, you feel a pair of clawed hands grabbing a hold of your breasts, squeezing roughly.<br/><br/>"Hmm... I think the elf enjoys this, boys... she's practically dripping around me..."