He held his cock. The shaft — tender from Helena's ass, now coated with Clara's virgin blood — was still nine inches. Still hard. The 100x stamina, combined with the incubus regeneration, kept him ready.
He looked at Nora.
The demoness lay on the edge of the pool. Chained. Collared. Her body — the thick, demon-pale form — was trembling. Her crimson eyes — rolled back, glazed — were barely visible beneath half-closed lids. Her pussy — barely covered by the war dress panty — was soaked. The fabric was transparent with arousal. The demon-kin musk filled the bathroom.
She had watched. She had felt. The loop — Clara's screams transmitted through her clit, Clara's pulls transmitted through her collar — had put Nora through two orgasms without being touched by Viktor directly.
'How is he taking that thing?' Nora thought. Her crimson eyes — barely focused — tracked the cock. The nine inches. The thickness. The cum and blood. 'She's — the maid — she's a virgin and she took—'
