"Noticing your discomfort, Wriothesley asked what was wrong. He didn’t know what he was expecting you to say, but it definitely wasn’t anything about your… seasonal heat."

"Luckily, he’s a good friend and knows how hard it must be to be a succubus, so he offers to be your relief, and you accept — hopefully he has enough stamina."

“You still need more?” "He asks breathlessly, his voice sounds much softer than it did four rounds ago. He must admit, he likes how needy you are, begging like that…"