Crin's mouth feels good. Her cock twitches as Crin sucks on it.

The voice in the back of her head that would be noticing the similarity with the bites from earlier is too busy wallowing in the sensation of Crin's tongue against her cockhead to notice anything at all.

Would Crin mind if Alethia fucked her mouth a bit? She should ask-

Alethia's hips stars slowly, gently, sinuously thrusting. Small motions, not doing anything more than slightly accentuating Crin's own movement.

Another moan spills from her lips.

She wants to keep doing this until she cums in Crin's mouth.

Crin suckles, firm and smooth, her wing braced on Alethia's hips, her fingers tracing her clit and Alethia's thigh in turn. 

She keeps going until Alethia's taste starts to change, the sure sign of her approaching orgasm, and them she backs off and looks up at her with a mischievous grin. 

"Don't you want to finish in my pussy?" she croons. "It's so nice and hot in there, so pleasurable. You're sure you don't want to fuck me?"

She blinks.

Her cock throbs, neglected. It twitches.

She wraps her hand around the base and squeezes.

She wants to spurt.

She sways in place. Her hand starts to slowly make its way up and down her cock.

She's so close.

She wants to fuck Crin.

But she shouldn't, right? It's a bad idea. Dangerous.

"It's alright," Crin says, kissing Alethia's thigh gently. "You can just fuck me. You don't have to bite me. I just really, really need this right now. I can't help but be entranced by your hard cock and your breasts. You don't have to feed on me. Your will is too strong for me. I can't keep you as my pet or my toy. It's okay to take your satisfaction. I'll even bite you more if you want."

Her hand idly strokes her cock, fantasies flitting through her head.

Crin's words swirl around her and sweep her up, arousal and pleasure pulsing through her.

She feels giddy. Powerful. Like she's in complete control and doesn't need to worry at all.

Crin's right. It's fine to fuck her. To sink her cock into her. To thrust and thrust and thrust until she spurts. She just won't bite her. Sink her teeth in and drink as she ruts into her slick cunt.

It's fine. She just won't do that.

Her eyes can't seem to decide whether they want to be on Crin's tits, her neck, or her cunt.

She kind of wants to just stand there and stroke herself off until she cums on Crin's pale skin, but that would mean she wasn't sinking her cock into Crin and cumming inside her, and that would be terrible. She needs it.

It's okay. It's fine.

"Okay. I'll just. Just fuck you a bit and then go. Need to cum in you. Then I'll go. "

Alethia's body can't take much more of this. Even the defenses on her soul are starting to crumble beneath this much venom.

"Come, then," Crin murmurs. "What are you waiting for?" She rolls her hips once against Alethia's calf, her wet pussy pressing in, and then settles backwards onto the grass, a blanket of mist blunting the hardness of the ground. Her legs spread wide open as she offers herself up to Alethia, her sex deep pink and wet with nectar. She spreads herself, the heel of her hand pressing in against her clit. 

"Come fuck me," she repeats, her breath husky and low. "Take your pleasure." 

She sways for a moment in a lustdrunk stupor, gaze fixed on Crin's spread pussy.

There's nothing to wait for. No reason to wait. She pants.

She needs it.

She positions herself over Crin, moving with an almost frantic energy.

Her stroking hand comes to a stop at the base of her shaft. Her cock throbs in her grip.

She presses her cockhead against Crin's entrance and pauses, some vague thought in the back of her head struggling to force its way through the lust shrouding her mind.

Crin settles in, not quite pushing her hips against Alethia but perfecting the angle and giving her every opportunity to break. Her wings wrap softly around Alethia's body as her hands settle against her back.

"Go on," she whispers in Alethia's ear. "Fuck me."

Her hips push forward just a bit.

Her cockhead pushes inside.

Crin's cunt does feel pleasurable. Warm and hot and slick and like Alethia should cum inside.

She can't resist.

Her hips press in, pushing and pushing, her cock slowly spearing into Crin, stretching her cunt around her cock.

She doesn't decide to thrust deeper and deeper until her cock is buried to the hilt.

She just does.

Her hips press in compulsively, locked against Crin as her lust fuzzily demands more pleasure and her twitching cock demands deeper.

Crin lets out a full-throated moan as she's finally penetrated, her already well-warmed body responding eagerly to Alethia's needy thrust. Her whole body shudders with pleasure, and her legs wrap around Alethia's hips half-instinctually. Yes, it's good to keep her closer, but right now Crin's hindbrain is in control. 

She muffles another heavy moan against Alethia's shoulder, and rolls her hips eagerly, stopping just short of an instinctual bite. It's hard to stay focused when she's being penetrated like this but she has a job to do and she needs to seduce Alethia, and right now biting her will only make her panic. 

She presses in her new partner and takes a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Come inside me," she half-begs, half-commands. "Come for - for me." 

She was going to thrust into Crin's pussy lots and lots before she came inside her.

But also she could just cum right now.

Her cock twitches as Crin's command suddenly fills her with a barely resistible urge to spurt and spurt and-

If she came right now, she'd cum.

And she wants to cum.

It would feel so good to just gush she wants it-

She lets out a soft little gasp as her hips push forward and her cock spasms inside Crin and she cums.

Spurt after glorious spurt, gush of pleasure after gush of pleasure.

It feels better, it feels more. More than any other orgasm she's ever had. It reaches straight up into her brain and submerges any bit of her that could actually think under a wash of pleasure and desire and satisfaction. And it whispers forcefully to her- see? This is what Crin can give you if you let her. This is what happens when you let your cock do the thinking for you.

Isn't she glad she did?

And she is glad. She's so incredibly absurdly glad she decided to fuck Crin. That she's finishing inside her.

She gushes into her, and when her orgasm starts to flag she thrusts into Crin's pussy another few times and she spurts more.

But, finally, it ends.

She sighs as warm post-orgasmic euphoria fills her up enough to almost make her forget that Crin is dangerous.

She wishes her orgasm could have gone on just a bit longer.

Crin settles her closer in the embrace of her arms, wings and legs. She's thoroughly wrapped up with Alethia now, and her body's deeply flushed with arousal. 

She whispers in her ear. "Goooooooooood girl. Wouldn't you love to do that again? And again? And again, and again, and again?"

She kisses the bite-mark on Alethia's shoulder and wriggles her hips needily around Alethia's still rock-hard cock. "Please, Alethia. Please fuck me more. I still haven't come yet and it would feel so good... You can stay just a few more minutes, can't you? Just a few more minutes?" 

"No, you're going to stay with me. It's just rude to leave a woman unsatisfied, weren't you ever taught that? You don't want to be rude, do you? Stop pretending you don't want to fuck me. You're not at all convincing, especially not with your cock put deep between my legs."

She grinds in, pressing her clit against the base of Alethia's shaft, and kisses the bite on her neck, just lightly enough to make it sing again.

She moans when Crin grinds in, eyelashes fluttering and cock throbbing.

She needs more.

And. She's already so horny again. Wants to fuck Crin so badly.

Shouldn't she get herself off some more before she goes? To. To make sure. And. She's so horny. Just after she finished inside Crin. She's probably going to need to cum multiple times, right?

Again, and again, and again.

Her hips shift as she considers the question of whether she should stay for longer and fuck Crin a few more times. Her cock slides gently forward and back inside Crin.

Crin lets out a hot, heavy sigh in Alethia's ear, right against the nape of her neck. She's honestly not sure if that's for show or for real, at this point. Maybe it's both. 

Her hips roll back against Alethia, soft and gentle, following her subtle motions with the primal logic of sex. If you do this, it feels good, so do that thing more.

"Fuck me," she murmurs, the power falling out of her voice for a moment - but then she recovers and repeats herself more forcefully. "Fuck me."

Crin's rolling hips slowly coax her small motions longer and deeper. Her cock thrusts in and out of Crin in long, smooth motions.

Should she fuck Crin?

Her thrusting speeds up.

Should she thrust and thrust her cock into Crin's tight cunt until she pumps her full of cum?

Crin's pussy feels good to thrust into. Cumming inside her feels good.

She can leave after she does it again. Maybe a few times.

It feels so good.

She moans a breathless assent as she thrusts into Crin again and again.

For a few moments, Crin's instincts take over. Her body wants to move, to clench, to grind - 

But she's so close to winning.

She focuses as best she can, waiting for her moment, her body rolling easily, her fingers tense on Alethia's back, her wings cradling her in close, her pussy milking her - 

Soon it'll be her moment. Soon Alethia will be close. And that vulnerable moment just before orgasm is when she'll strike.

Crin's pussy feels good. And the whole point of this is to get herself off lots and lots before she leaves.

So it's just sensible to thrust and thrust and chase after an orgasm, right?

To let the pleasure Crin's slick cunt is filling her with goad her into letting her cock make all the pacing decisions?

To thrust and thrust and rush headlong towards as much pleasure as she can get?

Right?

Right.

"I could bite you, if you wanted," Crin croons, her fingers pressing in along Alethia's spine. "Doesn't that sound wonderful? To help us both along to orgasm? Don't you want to be bitten? Wasn't it wonderful when you came inside Ishaza?" 

She nibbles very lightly at Alethia's neck, but her fangs don't quite break skin. "I can give you that again. And again, and again, and again..."

She kisses the old bite, soft and sweet, and whispers in Alethia's ear. "Just ask."

Her frantic thrusting into Crin's cunt is filling her with enough pleasure it takes her a few seconds to parse what Crin is saying.

Then she understands, and she moans as the memories flood through her.

She wants it. She wants it so much. And she's doing this to get herself off bunches, right? She came so hard then. So much.

And if Crin bit her she'd come like that again now and she wants it wants it wants it.

"Yes! Yes, please. Please!"