Before my eyes, Aivena took off her undershirt and threw it to the ground. Then, she went to all fours, bending her back like a cat in heat, and scenting of arousal with the same intensity. It was a drastic difference from her usual prim and collected self.
She even wiggled her butt in the air, as if waving a tail she didn't have. From my position behind her, I had a prime view of her glistening with wetness cunt. What a sight. I wondered if I could actually forget about the soul in that body and treat her like I'd do if that was any other woman in her place… but no.
I was more interested in freedom than in sex right now, so the fact that I could only imitate any attraction to Aivena was only for the best. Fewer distractions that way.
She looked at me over her shoulder with half-parted lips. "Now mount me like a bitch, Devourer," she ordered in a rough voice.
