Jun the Devil Lady vs Yeldo

"Mnf... stop struggling and go with it. I know what my scent does to you." The demoness was also pointedly aware of the centaurs own arousal, though she kept that to herself, the only clue being the sharp inhale of breath as her nostrils flared, an instinctive, animalistic reaction.

Jun struggled to keep Yeldo under control, tightening her powerful thighs, flexing them around his head every now and again, trying to slowly work him closer until his face was practically pressing against the heat of her sex. It was risky, she knew, putting herself in range of his mouth, but she also saw only too well the effect of her pheromones had on the stallion. She wanted him so sexually charged that he'd burst with very little urging when she *did* finally focus her attention on his cock. She needed only protect herself in the process.

The Centaur is trapped in the thighs hold. His nose is pressed closer to the Demoness' wet sex, the source of those cursed pheromones that drive the Centaur crazy. One moment, Yeldo loses his mind and wildly licks at the sex, like an instinct. He continuously groans like a rutting stallion. His equine cock tenses up against his belly.