Soha's mouth opened around his balls.
The taste of the succubus still on them — the slick and the warmth of a demon's arousal coating the sac, arriving on Soha's tongue as she took both balls into her mouth.
She understood, at that moment, exactly what she was tasting.
She made a sound.
"Mmh — mmphhh—"
Not stopping.
Her tongue working the sac, both balls heavy against it, the taste making her eyes water — not from disgust but from the specific overload of a sensation that lands somewhere it wasn't expected to land.
He healed.
The pulse of Seleyena's ability moving through him in a warm amber wave — the succubus's energy drain running against it like water against a current, her demonic absorption pulling at his sexual energy and finding it immediately replaced, the ability generating fresh vitality at the exact rate she consumed it.
A perfect equilibrium.
