<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/b1/b5/29b1b527e567ff6e104d0b5391202cd1.jpg)</div>As Diabelle steps down from Norg's hands, he drops his arms to his side and grabs onto the stone roof, his claws digging into the rock as he pushes his crotch upward. A growl of intense desire rips out of him as he tears up bits of the roof followed by a shiver moving through his entire body. "Tempered yearning," he grunts out, turning to look at Diabelle, "Tempered yearning is not something I've ever been terribly capable of." His voice growls out deeply from his chest, though he does relax his body at her command. Or perhaps he relaxes his body as a second set of tits wraps around his cock, the dick thick enough to truly take advantage of it and long enough to peak more than it's tip up from the squeezed flesh.<br/><br/>The swirl of magic at Norg's cock is met with a thrum of some other magic within; Diabelle is able to feel how he has been magically modified already with similar needs. Indeed, the enchantments upon him are a relatively open system to the magically inclined. He groans with pleasure as she kisses his tip, the taste of pre already wet on his tip leaving a string to her lips. Big clawed hands reach down to the back of Diabelle and Ho's necks, stroking them gently as increasingly desperate sounds of pleasure escape the magically enhanced kobold. He grunts with incredible pleasure, staring at Ho and Diabelle kissing first above and then around his cockhead.<br/><br/>Both mages will feel a thrum of magic, Norg hitting upon the shield put up by Diabelle, as his hips begin to rise and fall of their own volition. His hands tighten on them, taking care not to scratch or harm, but desire clear through his grip. "Mmmm, fuck," he grunts out, "Tempering." His leg begins to grind up between Ho's thighs, rubbing against the elementalist's panties while his tail flicks around to wrap around Diabelle's thigh.