Darcia's heated kisses are plagued with urgency, showing to Khallyon how addicted to pleasure the Dragoness is.
A debonair smirk appears on the Rogue Cadet's face, introducing his long, soft tongue, deep down into Darcia's hungry, slutty mouth.
Finding no resistance from the Dragoness, Khallyon proceeds to employ the trick he learned from Thá'Ïtza.
Moving his right hand to be in front of Darcia's left nipple, the Rogue Cadet snaps his fingers, trapping with the index and his palm, the stiff knob, bulling it with a harsh discharge of static electricity.
Said flow is released in concordance with Khallyon's tongue mercilessly assaulting the Dragoness uvula with a second electric shock.
Overwhelmed by the weird stimulus, the Headmistress can't help but to squirm with the intense bliss, trembling and humping her body against Carildia, interrupting the make out session with Khallyon, just to freely moan to her hearts content.
