Fall from grace Stories

The Corvid Queen squeezed her powerful, dark thighs against the cold hips of Night Terror. She could hear him panting as she bounced herself upon his prick. She found his ridiculous stitched leather mask bothersome. He never took it off, thinking it added to his menacing aura. She knew this, of course, because her dark magics penetrated his mind. “Oh, Night Terror! Fuck, your cock feels like it’s tearing me apart!” His he...