Being an incubus seemed to lower your inhibitions because the dark-skinned boy set to work immediately. He was weak, and so was his erection; not that it mattered. It was all about intent. "What a lovely picture you make. I wonder how you would look on your back, with my cock up your arse. Your legs would look so pretty wrapped around me when I fuck your hungry hole." The incubus groaned and closed his eyes, working himself up, getting more excited by the minute. "You would like that, wouldn't you? Tell me, little snake, what do you want?"