A moist warmth enveloped Nikolai's lower body.
The soaking softness desperately clung to him like soft tongues coiling around him.
"Ngh!"
He couldn't move an inch as something held him in place. Yet he found himself wanting to remain captured, as he drowned in the overwhelming euphoria that washed over him. The tighter its slippery clasp held him, the more he felt the squishy flesh squirm and contract around him as it also became slaves to this pleasure.
Inside this strange dream, he was mounting Zara in his werewolf form, holding her legs high in the air so his cock could plunge even deeper.
The elegant Djinn stared up at him, covered in beads of sweat, pouring down her cheeks as she hugged his back with all six arms.
"Nikolai... that's it, let it all out on me, I can take anything, as long as it's for you."
Her sweet words trembled inside his ears.
"Annngh~ It's okay, slow... slow... Haaaa!?"
Each time he drew back her beautiful face, twisted in a pained bliss.
