When Bahiyya noticed the defeated, pleading face peering helplessly enthralled towards her moments before the succubus forced the trolless to eat her out, she knew that they had another willing soul to toy with at their leisure. Victory! Absolute, undeniable victory! This thought alone send a massive chill up her spine and forced her bottom lip to quiver in ravenous anticipation.<br/><br/>A deep sharp inhale escaped Bahiyyas devious lips, one eye shutting firmly as waves and utter waves of blissful raced through her immaculate body; her vacant hand slammed onto the wooden table firmly, nails clawing against the silk fabric while a rattling sigh let her captured air elope from her lungs.<br/>The trolls tongue was unbearably soft against her sensitive skin down there – it felt like a lewdly damp feather-bundle with enough pressure to drive her up the wall. Her hand, curling around the trolless crown of hair, tightened its grip, pressing her victims’ lips and tongue even deeper.<br/>Her nethers were absolutely soaked, and the rest of her shapely body drenched in sweat that not solely could be accredited to the crackling fire in the aforementioned fireplace.<br/>Her eyes drooped with a perverse, open mouthed smile spreading gingerly on her gorgeous face. By the Nether itself, this was good! Finest corruption at work between her legs, willingly lusting for her juices like a mutt in heat.. She’d pat herself on her shoulder weren’t it for the fact that her mind was having a field-day with the flooding arousal.<br/><br/>Nails scraped lightly against the bottom of her scalp as the blood elf succubus ground her sex against the warm, plush lips of her trolless captive; yet it was the moan that Tamaska murred into her soaked delicious lips that gave her a good push in the right direction – Bahiyyas mind was aflame as she forced herself to see Emberspike toy with the same lazy precision he prided himself with. She didn’t initially prevent or constrict the trolless when she threw her head up and shrieked forth her release; such libidinous beauty in a face grimacing during an orgasm was too precious to waste. Every single jerk, trash, whimper and moan was like the finest music to the succubus’ ears.<br/><br/>Emberspike’s veiny cock invaded the trolless with this habitual laze. He was massive enough for her sex to be tested near its limits, but he was intent on giving her enough pleasure to serve his needs for total submission; An example what could happen if she obeyed their whims.<br/>A burning, pulsing sensation ran through his mighty body originated in his groin – his devilish grin became more of a snarl while demanding eyes feasted in the sight of his two playthings whimpering and moaning: he wanted to thunder into her but their little rehearsed act (a rehearsal he enjoyed thoroughly), while often improved, demanded he just keep at bay a little longer. He couldn’t help but up the pace just a bit, however; the squelching sound of his pricks defilement would send anyone into a fuck-frenzy.<br/><br/>He snarled in a deep thunderous voice when Bahiyya traced a finger along the chin of their mutual fuck-toy lovingly, coersing him to thrust harder just a single time out of pure instinct. Oh, he was communicated quite clearly what a ride Tamaska could earn if she left all inhibitions concerning submission.<br/><br/>When Bahaiyya felt scorching hot fingers trace along her folds, sending sparks of electric warmth through her body, she pondered for a second whether she should just let the troll do her best: But then, one hand squeezed around the probing fingers of Tamaska while the other hand, still having fingers curled around her braids, yanked just slightly. Tamaska should pay attention, it seemed:<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Ohnonononoooeh…… Beg..”</span>Bahiyya snarled through a raspy, roused voice as her face came closer to.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Beg to be called a slut. Beg to please me. Beg to be fucked harder, my little fucktoy.”</span>She continued.<br/><br/>Having outplayed the need for her illusions, smoke lazily manifested from the stark-naked blood elfs back; as the illusion was dispelled, the smoke solidified and presented two graceful batwings that, despite their inherit alien nature on the back of a humanoid, were devilishly alluring for unknown reasons. They could fit into a nightmare just as well, really.<br/><br/>A tail manifested, protruding from just above her butt-crack, swishing gingerly behind the succubus: She still wore the unmistakable guise as a blood elf, and she vouched to let her feet remain humanoid as well, but by now, there was little doubt.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“You’re a harlot who can’t wait to have his throbbing member screwing you until you’re barely conscious. You can’t wait to please me and make every moan I give your willing duty to extract. Say it! So he can hear it!”</span>She purred lovingly, placing a warm hand on the flustered trolless’ cheek, eyes burning into Tamaskas.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“And you –will- please me until I see fit, or so help the Nether, you’ll regret you ever lived.” </span>She added in the same loving purr, eyes squinting just slightly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>