Her eyes went wide.
Then filled completely.
Then she made a sound that was not a moan and not a laugh and not a cry but contained elements of all three, her hands coming up to cover her face with her fingers spread like she needed to see through them but also needed them there.
The succubus laughed.
Full and warm and genuine — her boobs bouncing with it, her wings spreading briefly with the amusement, her golden horns bright in the lamplight.
"I like him," she said to no one in particular.
Soha said something behind her hands.
It came out entirely muffled.
He pulled one of her hands away from her face.
Looked at her.
She looked back at him — red-faced and wet-eyed and comprehensively undone and still trembling from the orgasm and with his cockhead pressed warm and slick against her folds and the succubus laughing warmly in the armchair.
She opened her mouth.
"Y-you... don't, not in front of her, it's embarrasing."
Her tear fell.
