Lightly, he began to caress her lips; gently stroking her swollen lips. Stephanie strained to get him to push deeper and harder into her, but the more... she tried, the more he pulled back.The bound woman felt his hard, hot shaft against her as he leaned into her. The smell of own need filled her nostrils as he wiped his finger on her upper lip of the hood.His fingers began caressing her again, this time a little harder. Stephanie was so close to the edge. She could feel the hot rage about to. Her other hand grabs the back of my head to pull my mouth to hers. The woman’s tongue slides past my lips, going further than any woman’s tongue has gone before, deeper than any natural tongue should.I grasp the woman, running my hands over her strangely smooth, slightly clammy skin. I pull her against me, feeling her softness.She slips from my grasp to sit on the end of the bed. Now I see her tongue, long and prehensile like some kind of tentacle. It circles my cock, drawing it between her. "I need to taste you," he continued.Pulling up, I stood, slowly pulling my tube top off, exposing my firm, rigid tits for Dad's gaze. "Beautiful," he breathed softly. Grabbing my shorts, I turned away from him, pulled the shorts down slightly, just far enough to see my crack. I bent at the waist, dropping my shorts and panties in one movement. Spreading my feet, I shifted my weight back and forth, looking at my Dad from the side. His eyes never left my ass or slit peeking from between my legs.. Jowan gasped; Conrad, seeing that he wasn’t needed anymore, turned to the slight mage, put one hand on his shoulder, and turned Jowan away. Alistair nodded at the redhead gratefully. Solona gripped Jowan’s hand as he allowed himself to be pulled a few steps away. I sighed, saddened by Jowan’s obvious distress, but thankful that someone had been compassionate enough to give him the support he needed – because I wasn’t able to at that moment. I needed to see the end of this ritual myself, needed.