Bahiyya growled in barely bridled satisfaction seeing her living toy almost devour her newest hapless victim: her body ground vehemently against the bars, delicate teeth biting into an even more delicate underlip.<br/><br/>Tamaskas “customer” song out his hoarse praises in moans, legs shuddering as he relished in sensational administrations by mouth and hands. All his initial objections had been kindly asked to leave him alone for his groins were on fire.<br/><br/>Johanneson managed to stammer a weak:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray">G-g-goodness..</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Goodness, YES! Hrrrrmmm, Tamaska, you delightful slut.. look at you –go-!</span>” Bahiyya cheered on through a hellish smile as she saw the alluring trolless force her mouth down his capacious shaft.<br/>Her own legs were wrapping around one metal bar, forcing the bell to fold in a rather silly fashion.<br/><br/>She didn’t give a nether; her entire body felt like lava and the show was too good to curb reactions to.<br/><br/>The young man’s legs twitched and flexed as Tamaska was coercing his climax to emerge with marathoni speeds: His mouth fell helplessly oven, the young body squirming under the warm touch of Tamaskas fingers and mouth working in unison. Then, Bahiyya just had to spoil the fun, saying:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">No, no, pet, slow down. Slow down plenty…</span>”<br/><br/>Johanneson interjected with a surprised: “<span style="color: Gray">N-no-no-no-no, -don’t- slow down, -don’t slow down-, by all the Skies of Azeroth!</span>”<br/><br/>Bahiyya ignored his feeble pleas with criminal ease, smiling a small pouty smile at her toy while sinking to her own knees, hands caressing along metal bars with the same perverted intonations as the trolless’ treatment.<br/>The succubus was about to say something, but caught her tongue: For a moment, Bahiyya just glanced at the servicing trollish slut, as she thought her as, before commenting with a broad grin:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Why, dear, you’re –purring-: Oh this is more than I thought to ask. You –are- really getting into this, aren’t you?</span>”<br/><br/>The succubus cooed through a chuckle and forwarded her demand:<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Unbutton your vest button – stop sucking him off: massage his shaft and balls only with your hands.. Gently and slowly. If he releases before I tell you to allow him, I won’t allow –you- to screw him senseless. You’ll just have to live with the arousal a bit longer then, -AND- judging upon your performance, the notion of prolonging THAT isn’t pleasing, is it?</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray">M’lady, -puh-puh-please-!</span>” Johanneson begged, his mind shouting at him to initiate whatever it takes to push him over the edge.<br/>Tamaska could visibly see the delightful shiver running through the succubus when the word “please” rolled haggardly off the mouth of the young man. She spoke through a husky sigh:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">..tell me, pet, how it feels to suck and stroke his nethers. I want every filthy, delicious detail of how heated you get, how the touch feels, how he tastes and how –bad- you want to have it all yourself.</span>”<br/><br/>Johanneson, or the parts still trying to act conscious, was horrified to see how much pleasure the woman took in acting so.. so profusely lewd! She was practically grinding against the bars like they were a naked lover and she but sexual puddle in his hands. Her chest heaved and sunk in harsh motions and that purr in her throat.. oh Light, that purr. He knew she was a socialite employed in the Barons court because she had excellent people skills, but this was just.. wrong.<br/><br/>In so many sinfully right ways, an afterthought commented.<br/>He tethered on the edge of an explosive orgasm: It would take some careful handling of him to meet the demands of Bahiyya.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>