The succubus cooed through what almost manifested as a surprised chuckle, hearing the whimpering and libidinous statements rolling through her prey; her utter cry of forbidden pleasure served as a auditory caress, a lewd verbal act of groping in the mind of Bahiyya. She heard herself moan in unison with her toy, the very thought of this corruptive pleasure driving the succubus wilder and feistier. The bitter-sweet smell of Tamaskas soaked sex had the succubus’ nose flare in delight, each hint of her preys arousing scent adding to Bahiyyas own aching anticipation. By now, her own nipples stook rock solid and the tantalizing pressures and caresses coming from the squirming troll send small shocks of delightful, tingling pleasure through the succubus’ body.<br/><br/>She wanted to use this sexual doll for her own aching desire; oh, how she’d relish forcing the troll to ravage her body, grope and scratch and lick and kiss: She’d adore grabbing the back of her head and shove her mouth and tongue to her own soaked sex and moan audaciously and unhindered, speaking her malicious lust into the air and give Nether in who heard what. But not yet!<br/>Not yet! Her victim moaned and lusted for more, but Bahiyya could drive her wilder.<br/><br/>Her middle and indexfinger collected once more plunged into Tamaskas sex, the lewd, subtle sound of wetness whispering in her ears; the fingers boldly began probing, caressing, toying, searching; years of careful practise gave an impression of dangerous skill in this department;<br/>The succubus bit into her shoulder hard enough to incite that pricking, slight pain while her tongue lavished in the salty sweat that teased her tastebuds.<br/><br/>While the squelching sounds, intermixed with the choir of moans rang out, Emberspike murred satisfactory. His keen, red eyes took the sight in with arrogant arousal, himself knowing full and well that Bahiyya loved to make a show for the lucky spectator. His bulge within pants suggested he was “armed” and endowed quite copiously: Tamaska knew it just was a matter of time before she’d get a closer encounter with this man.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Onto the table, you whore!”</span>Bahiyya snarled in her honey-coated, sultry voice.<br/><br/>The succubus let her fingers leave the aching sex of Tamaska. Instead she was forcefully shoved forward and bent across the silk-sheet covered wooden table just besides Emberspike who followed the entire ordeal with his broad, toothy grin. The silk would have felt soft and welcoming to the sensitive skin of Tamaskas breasts weren’t it for the fact that a hand pinned Tamaska down harshly by applying pressure on her shoulder blades. Bahiyyas feistiness was ramping up, her own body slowly growing warmer and clammier by the second.<br/>The succubus relentlessly collected three fingers and drove them hard into Tamaskas sex, pumping harshly into her warm and soft depths like an improvised cock. The succubus said forth in a harshly lewd voice:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Moan, you slut! Moan and squirm!”</span>. Her breath was staggered and her lush lips wet by anticipation.<br/><br/>Emberspike slowly rose, keeping his eyes fixed on the full-blooded scene unfolding before him; He made an active effort to get eye contact with the trolless, as if he wanted to communicate how delightful he found her embarrassing but arousing situation to be.<br/>The large imp lazily trotted around the two, taking in all angles while his compatriot probed and toyed harshly with the helpless troll. Tamaska could smell his own building arousal and feel the heavy breaths of his now broader lungs occasionally sweep across her shapely, sweaty back like chilly waves.<br/><br/>As Bahiyya persisted in shoving her fingers into the trolls sex – again up to her third knuckle – Emberspike began slowly uncoiling the strings on Bahiyyas dress; he had this patient way going about it, as if he acted more in bemused curiosity than ramping arousal; between the moans of Tamaska and the lecherous verbal urges of Bahiyya, Emberspike seemed like a hurricanes eye: Calm, collected, calculating.<br/>His own black-clawed hands worked effortlessly, and when he was about to actually pull the dress down, he simply extended one said cat-like claw and slowly, unwearyingly ripped a long, irregular line from the edge of the dress downwards. It came open exposing impossibly well-proportioned shapes under neath; a naked perfect representation of the female body to almost any humanoid. The olive skin was so enticingly flawless, one could only marvel at the self-control exercised over Emberspike.<br/>Bahiyya herself purred through hefty breaths, her own body squirming in lewd anticipation as she heard the characteristic ripping sound; there’d been times when Emberspike was much more ruthless, often carving into her flesh in the process – not something she minded, honestly – but she found this almost ruthlessly calm approach to be so much more enticing. So much lust was implied in the slow movements.<br/><br/>This only spurred her to up-pace her molestation of the unfortunate – or fortunate – troll beneath her. Her fingers raced into her sex, Tamaskas juices presumably making a right out mess on the silken sheets and definitely leaving the air heavy with the scent of arousal.<br/>Emberspike continued his almost artistic removal of the succubus’ clothes, ripping two clear lines around the frilled sleeves; Soon, he accosted the remaining pieces of clothes and slid them away between the two naked women. Bahiyya squirmed in unison with the troll beneath her, strutting her ass invitingly towards the perpetrator, her own mind begging for more unhindered.<br/><br/>Emberspike let a whipping hand slap across the succbus’ butt with a deft, deep grunt: The pain exploded in her mind and mixed into a dangerous cocktail with her anticipatory lust, causing the demonesse to let out a sharp, howling:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“YESSSS!”</span><br/><br/>This only spurred Bahiyya on, panting heavily into the ear of her own victim:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Mmmmrrrrhyesss, he’s going to have his way with us, toy. We’ll be his little fucktoys and we’ll be squealing for more! You’ll do exactly as we say because you LOVE how we abuse you.”</span><br/><br/>She punctuated her statement by licking a long stroke along the trolless ear gingerly, her own crotch grinding against Tamaskas ass impatiently.<br/><br/>Emberspike slowly began unbuttoning his leather trousers and made an effort to make sure the girls heard what he was doing…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>