The troll could feel a sharp, whipping inhale against the delightfully sensitive skin on the side of her neck, effectively underlining a not so unsurprising arousal occurring with the assailant.  Radiant warmth spilled from Bahiyyas body through the back of the damp trolless’ robe as the succubus pressed against the arching and squirming body that so willingly longed for her demanding touch.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Hmmmmyessss..”</span>the succubus exhaled, slithering her s’es like they belonged to a serpent.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Now that’s a good girl.”</span>She growled into her ear, following up her snarl with the simple gesture of both her hands suddenly and abrubtly seizing both the trolls’ breasts in a firm, demanding hold that tethered on the brink of pain.<br/><br/>Letting her victim settle in the possible shock, Bahiyya began drawing her own selfish enjoyment out of feeling the soft flesh spill slightly between her fingers; while Tamaska was still robed, the distance between exposed flesh against flesh seemed so, so small.<br/><br/>Bahiyyas scorching hot lips found rest on the side of Tamaskas neck, a wet tongue dashing out to lay against the skin, flickering back and forth in lazy strokes while lips undulated to massage the skin carelessly.<br/>Then, the woman added teeth into the equation, applying just a tiny bit of pressure around a section of the trolls flesh to dance a careful dance between pleasure and bearable pain; A husky moan was heard even so early from Bahiyya – she relished in teasing just as much as the actual act, and the continual build of anticipation was something she strove to perfect.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“I hope ya’s like cinnamon tea!” </span>Emberspike said from the other room. The absurdity in his delivery – that of plain courtesy – stood in stark contrast to the sinful undertaking that happened just beyond his scope of sight. He could walk in on them any moment and Bahiyya did nothing to prevent it.<br/><br/>Before Tamaska was given too much time to consider this – if she even was in a state to consider anything – the succubus sidestepped, had one hand seize the trolless’ chin and turn her head to meet in a feisty, demanding, succulent kiss that, while maybe lacking in the romantic department, bore the full lustful intention of this mistress of sin.<br/>Her other hand let fingernails dig against her breast, again adding enough pressure to mix pain into the mix; a pain that, if all went well, would be reinterpreted as even more pleasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>