<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The both of them were trying to outlast each other, it seemed, but the both of them were also having a lot of fun. Neither of them would let up in their race to see who could get the other to cum first, and the interaction of their bodies was turning into one of the most impressive mating dances ever enacted. Hazeel's black scepter was the perfect tool for breeding, for stuffing Goddesses full and filling their wombs with seed until they were firmly and unequivocally bred. Hazeel's cock had experience with numerous women not only before his wife, but apparently after them as well as both Irelia and Iris fell before the might of his manhood.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Azalea's pussy was mysterious, but worked its absolute hardest to try and coax cum out of his body. With the way that her walls grabbed at his cock and massaged his length like some sort of second life or toy that fashioned itself perfect to his length, thrusting inside of her was soon easily done. Her womb would be a perfect receptacle for his seed once their mating dance was done and he had finished breeding her like a sow. But keeping himself from blowing in her too soon was hard, and with each deeper thrust into her body, it only got harder as the waves of pleasure that didn't assault him last time were now doing so in full force. He groaned out with each jab of the head of his cock against her cervix, which only prompted Hazeel to give her more of his energy and stuff her full of even more cock.<br/><br/>The head bashed against her cervix over and over, desiring entry to her womb as she wrapped her legs around his hips and somehow pulled him even closer to her body. His thrusts were dictated by her pace now, and breaking out of this position was soon becoming impossible as he bucked back and forth into her pussy and milked her walls for everything that she was worth. While his lower half was busy, at least one of his questions were answered. But the words registering in his mind took longer than usual as she begged for another kiss, and he was all too happy to oblige. With his arms now free, he pressed her shoulders against the fancy rug as he plowed her into it, their juices leaking down Azalea's ass and onto the fur as their mating dance continued. He pressed his lips against hers once again, opening his mouth and sucking on her tongue so that he could have that divine taste filling up his mouth once again. He could get addicted to her taste... and probably already was. He remembered some stories of succubi back in his home world, and he had a faint wonder if Azalea could be one. With how amazing her body was, she certainly felt like one as she drained his energy and coaxed even more seed from his churning balls. But he didn't focus on that thought, instead just focusing on swapping spit and seed with her body while they mated like rabbits.<br/><br/><em>Hazeel Pleasure Roll: 1d20 = 17</em><br/><br/><em>Hazeel Change Positions Roll: 2d6 = 7. Fail.</em></span>