Legs forces into a lewd splayed posture by the creature that once again began to solidly.  A gasp of heat arousal would escape her.  As it pushed and tore the small hole of her panties.  Working it even wider and then piercing the velvet folds of her nether lips to begin impaling into her depths.  Amora's own hands are busy, not with push or attempting to pull the creature off of her.  No in her drug induced euphoria. She has thrown upon her long coat.  Her pert breasts now with swollen engorged nipples.  Poking through the harness she wore.  Her fingers would capture those thick engorged nipples.  Pinching and pulling on them in lewd application.<br/><br/>While the mark, that is the curse.  Flared on her small of her back.  With a burning heat of desire as it is fed with the actions.