"What all do they have ya doing? I hope they're not running you too ragged...!"

Understandable, shit's fucked over there! I know there were some work arounds like posting as gifs, but it really seems to be more trouble that it's worth

--firm to his body as he hilted himself one last time in their lower lips, his tip kissing her cervix like a long-lost lover.

While he went flat atop her, trapping her as he bit into her shoulder, stiffling his moans as his seed began to flood her womb almmost endlessly.

'Life force' in excess.

--nothing more than mere animals did cause that pit of heat in his stomach to drop.

Realization washed over his face all at once. He was about to cum hard. Raw. Inside someone he didn't know. Should he pull out?

No. She'd requested life essence, and he couldn't back down now. His balls pulled--

// tbh I think there are, most just don't want to admit it lmao

her affection.

"You, ah, really like tails - huh?"

He asks as a soft, muted laugh leaves his lips, trying to distract from his earlier moan. Aamon's claws, meanwhile, massage her tail tenderly - having never touched a lamia tail before, he wondered what it had felt like!

Now that she was up close, Ivy realized something - he was terribly warm. Demons like Aamon ran over ten degrees hotter than humans, making him quite the effective space heater.

His cheeks flushed, and a soft mewl of a moan escaping his lips as she stroked a specific spot, before he reciprocated--

Aamon, to his credit, doesn't back away. Albeit his tail does start flicking on instinct as she gets closer, 'til he holds it still with one of his chitinous claws.

"It's got a few sensitive spots, yeah... just don't tug on it or anything and ya should be fine...!"

He says, his tone soft but warm.

How about an Incubus?