In the grassy plains of the Exchange.
Dona touched Mark's nose with hers and the wild scent of the demoness inundated him. Dona was under Mark, her back against the ground.
Their faces were so close they could feel each other's warm breaths.
"I like Mark's smell," she said, biting his lips and playing with his tongue using hers.
She smelled sensual too. Like a fresh wildflower.
He found his hand subconsciously roaming around her chest. He squeezed and she let him squeeze. With a breath, they broke the kiss and he moved to kiss her neck instead. She tilted her neck, giving him a wide entry as he bit gently into her.
"You like kissing," she said. Seeing him continue, the demoness began kissing his neck in turn, gently biting as her mate did.
One of her arms wrapped around his waist. And she used her other hand to wrap around his manhood, running a finger along a bulging vein.
