“Now me!” Aingeal moaned. I jumped. It had me moaning and groaning. The columns that held up its porches’ roofs were utilitarian, no design or carvings to them. Usually, Sven could help me. My breasts pressed into her stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she trembled beneath me. She lapped and licked and nuzzled. Another aroma, a fresh delight, filled my nose mixing with her honey. CRACK! My tongue flicked up to Aingeal’s snatch, fresh delight turning into honey passion. The eighteen-year-old Nathalie whimpered, hugging me so tight. Aingeal’s body had fallen over mine. My wings fluttered as I turned around. I collapsed on her, quivering atop her as she tongued my snatch. Oh, wow, pound me! I felt that. “Okay,” I said, rolling onto my back. My father. Her juices coated my cock, soaking my bush. “Ooh, yes, yes, such a naughty princess!” I moaned. Somewhere in the distant past, the Krab, God of Crafting, had sex with some women. Keep licking me!”
“And doing this?” I asked before latching onto her clit. Us!”
“Yes!” I moaned. I’d lose her with Kora. To be continued…
