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Zel wearing Mike's underwear

“Agreed.” Abella put a hand on his shoulder. She smiled, the fused crack in her face glinting in the sunlight. It was the stone equivalent of a scar, yet somehow the flaw looked good on her. It traveled down her forehead, across her eye and then along her cheek. “We can’t bail you out if we don’t know where you are.”

He smiled but didn’t feel good about it on the inside. “Well, at least I know I can count on you.”

She smiled, her azure eyes glittering in the daylight.

Zel stepped out of the backdoor, her hooves clomping on the pavement.

“Check it out!” She lifted up her skirt to reveal that she had put on a pair of Mike’s boxers. “There’s even a tail hole in the back!” She spun around to reveal that she had practically destroyed the fly of his underwear by pulling her tail through.

Naia laughed, the sound snapping Mike out of his funk. He stood up and gave Zel a hug. “You can keep that pair. I don’t need them anymore.”

Lily Calls Home

Her cell phone rang and she was tempted to let it go to voicemail until she saw that her phone was displaying a picture of a young woman with red and black hair with a cartoon halo over her head giving the camera the finger.

“Lily?” she answered. “When did you put your picture on my phone? Hell, when did you get a phone?”

The succubus chuckled on the other end. “When you were sleeping, of course. I put myself in the night before I left.”

Abella Rides the Lightning

“What… what did you do to me?” She was squinting, her eyes going lazy. She leaned back, sliding two fingers inside of herself. “Oh my god, what did you do?”

To be fair, he had no idea. He had figured the magic would have upped the eroticism, but not to this degree. Her natural lubricant dripped onto the roof and formed a small pool while she fingered herself. It didn’t seem to be hurting her at all.

“Just a trick I picked up.” He winked at her.

A growl formed in her throat and he watched as several black sparks came out of her body.

What the fuck?

She grabbed him around the waist and used one hand to aim his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He slid in, his cock parting her stiff folds. Once he was close to bottoming out inside of her, he felt his magic jump back into his cock.

Abella cried out a string of words in French. His whole body was tensed up and he could see the magic mixing now, the dark and white sparks briefly forming yin-yangs on their skin. It occurred to him now that electricity and stone probably weren’t meant to mix, but it was too late. He locked eyes with the gargoyle as he pounded her, his hands on her sturdy shoulders.