I stood there for a moment, catching my breath as Isabella greedily licked the last stray drops of cum from her lips. She was completely intoxicated, her crimson eyes blown wide, her tail swishing lazily against the hardwood floor.
"You know, Master," a deadpan voice echoed from the corner. "If you break your new demonic toy on the very first day, the World's Will does not offer refunds."
I looked over my shoulder. Sol was floating there, her arms crossed. But instead of her usual indifferent expression, there was a faint, predatory gleam in her glowing eyes as she looked at Isabella's naked, shivering body.
"Jealous, Sol?" I smirked, casually tucking my half-soft dick back into my pants and leaving the zipper down. "You've been awfully quiet while she was doing all the work."
