Ruth
"Ahhh—" Tayler starts to get quite vocal once more. She enjoys the sensation of the plump breasts being pressed up against her smaller ones. Her own tender breasts easily felt the pressure of the piercings and they felt quite nice against her own sensitive nipples despite the barrier of her own bra. Oh how much she wanted to rip it off, now rip everything off, so that she could feel the full touch of the demon. Being clothed seemingly didn't stop the demon from making deep contact with her skin. Sweet pain reverberates through her neck as she feels her skin be mildly peneatrated by the other woman's teeth. The pleasant yet slightly painful feeling of harsh summer rays peirces through her throat, she can fill her eyes narrowing until the room gets blurry and her eyes fill with salty tears of pleasure. 

Once her vision clears up she decides to look down at Amara's handiwork. Each dark eye of hers gets equally treated to the site below, finding the pattern Anara created along her throat a dazzling and alluring one, with each shade of pink created by her skin resembling the ones you'd see in a sunset. "I'll be your good girl... I'll be your *Anything*" 

The idea of being completely owned, to completely belong to such an extravegant being was one she found quite glorious. Which was why pure euphoria fills her as the royal purple hand grips her throat. A loud high pitched whimper is let out in response to Taylor feeling her airway close slightly, not one of distress or pain, but one of joy and longing for such rough treatment for such... Control... Taylor finds her hands reaching for the incredibly supple ass of the demon. She uses it as a means to push the woman deeper into her, wanting the Succubus to completely tear into her, to devour her, to even dictate her every move. She was already showing such willingness as she allows herself to be easily shepherded to the bed, she feels the edge of the bed touch the back of her t

Highs. Without breaking away from the divine union created by the kiss she does what she knows she must. Like a cheap pop up table, her back folds onto the bed, dragging Amara down with her, down on top of her.
Judy
Every word that dripped from Taylor's lips was met with the utmost delight. Whether intentional or not, the human knew *Just* How to pluck at her demonic counterpart's strings — every shaky utterance and whimpered plea echoed in the space between them like a siren's call, magnetizing the demon's hands to the tantalizing body beneath her. Taylor's display of complete submission filled Amara with a predatory hunger. **God**, she was going to eat this woman *Alive*; she'd ravage her until she couldn't even remember her own name. 

She obliged the hands that crept needily to her ass, its ample curve filling the woman's palms. Deep, torturous kisses, punctuated by passionate sweeps of tongue and the sensual sounds of lips colliding — it was as if Amara aimed to steal every molecule of breath from the human's lungs. When Taylor toppled onto the bed, the succubus was mere milliseconds behind. A knee forced Taylor's thighs apart, allowing the demon to situate herself between them as she stretched out across the smaller woman's body. Her free hand burrowed beneath the hem of her shirt: nails, *Almost* Sharp enough to be claws, scraped along the skin of Taylor's midriff. Rather than taking the easy way out, upon reaching the human's chest, Amara simply yanked up the fabric of her bra, baring her petite breasts to the demon's greedy grasp.

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Fingers cupped the divine flesh, squeezed firmly with an air of possessiveness. With only one hand to work with, Amara doled an equal amount of attention out to both of Taylor's pert breasts: pinching and massaging her nipples, reverently groping each delicate mound. Having uninterrupted access to such a mouthwatering body aroused her beyond belief — despite having gone untouched, for the most part, she could sense her panties growing damper by the minute. Desperate for *Something* To take the edge off, Amara used her knee once more to force Taylor's thighs further apart. Pressing into the smaller woman's body, she ground her hips firmly down on her, rutting their clothed cores together. Despite the layers separating them, the friction was still almost too much to bear.
Ruth
Taylor's breaths were taken and turned into muffled moans as her mouth became full of Amara's. A warm yet powerful tongue silences her. All she can do is enjoy and savor it like it is her last meal on earth. Her thighs were easy split, spreading her legs wide open and causing the inside of her pants to get more moist by the minute.Soon off came a thin lingerie top, a choice Tayalor had made due to having a lack of other undergarments for the day was about to serve to her advantage. With her back arched in complete and total bliss as the demon grabbed onto her small yet plump breasts, she puts her arms over her head for just a moment, letting the white tee slide down her arms to give Amara complete and totally access to her breasts. Even though they were small they both jiggled as they were grabbed and massaged in all sorts of ways. 

Each of the motions sent waves of delight through her chest and all the way down into her nether regions. Much tension was felt down there as that area longed to be touched. It seemed as though she would soon get her wish. The hard friction caused the material of her panties to scratch against both of lips while she felt deep pressure making on and off contact. "Hnng..." 

She could hardly take it, her eyes almost shut themselves and her mouth twisted down to cry out once more as she felt herself secreting even more wetness deep down. She was also very aware of how moist and ready her partner was, having found out from going for the woman's bare rear by reaching under the hem of her pants. Even from the back she could feel warmth and stickiness. "L-let me help..." She utters, desperate to please.Her hands reach around the front of Amara's pants, tearing thr

Ough any barriers in her way in spite of the constant and intense movement. She digs her hands under the sides of the hem of both her pants and underwear, trying to slide them off as much as possible. Making the woman's hips and crotch almost bare made Amara pressing into her feel so much better. A sneaky hand slips between the two of them, going in-between Amaras slit. Her gentle artist hand carefully massaged both of the soft and wet lips, up and down, hoping to be a source of pleasure to the woman on the of her.
Judy
Articles of clothing were stripped and strewn aside faster than Amara could keep track of, all a testament to the two women's shared desperation. After an eternity or two, the demon broke their ravenous kiss, only to lower her head piously to Taylor's chest. She smooched and suckled at the delicate flesh, scattering another trail of hickeys and love-bites further down the woman's chest. Plump, swollen lips sealed around each of Taylor's nipples, tongue lathering all over their rounded peaks. The woman's skin had more or less become a debauched canvas for Amara's arousal: the huntress seemed intent on leaving her mark on every last inch.

A breathy sigh breached her lips as she felt cool air tease at her core, once Taylor's hasty ministrations paid off. The succubus paused for a moment, lowering a hand to ease her bottoms the rest of the way down, baring impossibly long legs and more stretches of royal purple skin. Amara obliged her plaything for the time being, parting her thighs to allow the woman's hand to slip between them. Taylor's fingers were met with mesmerizing slickness, the demon's core practically *Oozing* With arousal. She bit the woman's nipple, lips sealing around it in a particularly hard suck, the lewd sound muffling her groan as Taylor rubbed betwixt her needy lower lips.

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Though a part of her was tempted to just continue like this, Amara knew better: in order for her game to have the most satisfying ending possible, she'd need to push sweet Taylor quite a bit farther. The woman pinned beneath her body *Begged* To be debauched, to be **Thoroughly** Dominated — as such, Amara wouldn't be letting her off the hook any time soon. "-If you're going to pleasure your mistress, do it *Right*, pet." The succubus lazily made her dismount, crawling alongside the sprawled out woman. Her intentions became quite clear as she passed Taylor's torso: without much warning, legs swung to either side of Taylor's head, shapely thighs squishing her cheeks as the demon's dripping wet pussy hovered mere centimeters over her mouth. Amara had mounted Taylor's face backwards, allowing her to reach back down to her well-loved chest: lightly pinching and slapping her breasts, rolling her nipples in lascivious circles. "If you can make me cum with that sweet tongue of yours, I'll give you a *Niiice* Reward."