His Prejudice 6

Was she a succubus? Was that the strange enchantment that came over him when he'd devoured her pussy? He'd lost all track of time and space and thought with his face buried between her legs. A thousand demons could've stormed his fortress and he wouldn't have had the wherewithal to remember his name let alone defend himself. But would a succubus scream 'Enough'? A succubus fed on pleasure and Rowen knew he had delivered plenty. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind he'd felt the tremors of her body, known the tightening grip on his tongue for what it was. He'd simply been unable to stop, unable to consciously lift his head from her heated core. She was mana on his tongue, paradise in his mouth. In the long, lonely centuries of his existence he had never tasted a woman so divine, so consuming -- so innately succulent he'd forgotten even to breathe. Now she disturbed his sleep. She disturbed his every waking moment. For all his meditation in the temple he found no respite from the b