“Damn,” Kei mutters, half in disappointment, half in appreciation, as Guan’s fine, toned, dripping ass walks away from her. Then her eyes slide to Elias, like a shark seeking it’s next prey, and she hesitates. He really is a sweet boy, she really ought not to…<br/><br/>Oh.<br/><br/>The moment she steps through it, the doorway to the sauna is shrouded in darkness. She’s not, actually, much older than him, if at all, but her Dark Mistress has pressed thousands of hours of sex upon her, and whether it was training or not, it’s impossible not to have learned something.<br/><br/>Casually, she trips Elias, catching him as he staggers from his feet, shoving him back against the wall as her body folds at the waist, breasts dangling, the curve of her ass glistening in what little light escapes the shadows. Tentacles sprout from a shadowed spot at the base of her spine, more ethereal than solid, yet they’re firm enough when they clutch his butt, cup his balls. Her full lips approach his cock, even as a thin tendril slides between his bath-clean asscheeks...<br/>