"Ehh... Yeah we kinda do... Wanna help or leave it to me?" Jackal asks, walking in front of her, the Lizan in a fireman's carry over his shoulder.
He sees a succubus wearing a black shirt that reads "Fuck you!" and tight shorts that hug her curvy ass. She's sitting near the center of the bar, idly flipping through a book.
"Hah!" She smacks the side of his head. "You think you can satisfy me? Please. I know how to get myself off just fine without the aid of a horny demon." She says, chuckling. "You're persistent, I'll give you that..." She muses, pouting as she looks at him. "Alright... Fine." His restraints fall away, and she stands before moving away slightly. "Try anything funny, and I'll bury you. Alive." She says, narrowing her eyes at him.
She groans in pleasure as she's filled up with cum, her holes continuing to wring him dry. After he's done, he has about a minute of rest before she delivers a massive slap right to his face that sends him back onto the bed. "That... Was for disobeying me." Then, she leans in and plants a kiss on the slapped cheek. "And that... Was for a good fuck." She says, chuckling.