The soft, reassuring coos that emanated from Bahiya's lips were at odds with the way she brazenly groped the squirming troll's breasts and heated feminine flesh. Tamaska blushed as she heard the elf behind her inhale deeply, clearly enjoying the scent of arousal that hung thick in the air. Soft, pleasure-strangled sobs were barely audible as the disguised succubus forced her to thrash in sexual torture all the while under Emberspike's calm, steady gaze. Both the fact that he watched so intently and that he seemed unphased made the situation worse for the priestess. Not only was she being forced to bare her soft, pure flesh to him in ways that a very few others had seen but the most overwhelming carnal act of her young life seemed only to generate a bemused smirk. At least if the way Bahiyya's nipples dug insistently into her smooth back and the moans that she felt tickle across her ear were any indication, the elf was enjoying herself.<br/><br/>Tamaska could not lie to herself either, she was loving every forbidden section every depraved act as she submitted herself to each of Bahiyya's whims. She tried to deny it, but the wetness running out of her around those insistently stroking fingers made the denial hollow. She shook her head no as the fingers seemed to pause their movements. She was so close that she almost broke completely in their jarring absence. Then all three were suddenly deep inside her. Tamaska had no feeling of penetration, just suddenly her tight, slick lips were painfully spread around three slender fingers. The force of their entry lifted the mewling girl up onto her tip toes her back arched hard as the pain and pleasure surged through her. The wet squish that accompanied each near-savage thrust was enough to make the troll squirm. She tried to free her hands, to cover her face and hide from yet another degradation but Bahiyya easily held them pinned to her sides. Each thrust of those devilish fingers seemed to touch new spots within her, some causing pleasure enough to take her breath away and some just enough pain to hold her back from release. Just when she thought she would be shown mercy and the pleasure built to a crescendo Bahiyya's teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her neck, send the perfect amount of pain to distract her from her impending orgasm.<br/><br/>As Bahiyya's tongue soothed the hurt of her teeth, the minute part of Tamaska's brain still capable of thought began to wonder if one could die of pleasure. With her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her throat hoarse from screaming, her muscles already aching from the strain of containing all the raw sensation and how slick with sweat her skin was she believed it was possible. Bahiyya's hand slid away from the breast it had been abusing to lightly grip the troll's chin and turn it so that she could see Emberspike's thick bulge. The sight sent a lightning bolt of primal lust and fear through Tamaska. She did not think that she could possibly fit that in her anywhere, but the slutty side that had been awakened in her wanted to try very very badly.<br/><br/>The blush that had suffused Tamaska's smooth cheeks had deepened to a vibrant violet at the hissed command. She subtly nodded at being called a whore, wanting to be for her captors if it meant the pleasure would continue. She was so drunk on the lust Bahiyya was forcing into her body that she did not realize why Emberspike seemed to be growing larger until her shapely hips collided with the edge of the table and she was forcably bend at the waist. Her head was close enough that almost her entire field of vision was the thick bulge in Emberspikes trousers. With her hands finally released, Tamaska did not try to push her way free. Instead her hands gripped the silk cloth, gripping tightly as Bahiyya shoved her down against the table with a strength that seemed far beyond what her slender body should have been capable of. Tamaska's firm round breasts were flattened against the hard surface of the table with only the thin silk cloth cushioning her from the hard surface.<br/><br/>Again the three fingers rudely spearing her sex made Tamaska squeal in equal parts agony and bliss. The teasing had ended, it seemed, as Bahiyya fingers shoved hard enough to almost lift Tamaska's feet off of the floor. When Emberspike rose, leaning into Tamaska's field of vision to get her attention, the troll cringed. His silent smirk and the way he looked at her spoke volumes. She was unclean, a dirty, naughty little harlot that was letting such things be done to her. The worst was that as more and more of these thoughts entered her mind she could not seem to tear her gaze away, try as she might. Mercifully he saved her the trouble as he straightened up, walking slowly around the two writhing, moaning women. Tamaska felt everywhere his eyes lingered and the occasions when his breath cooled her heated skin. The unfamiliar scent of his own arousal made the troll's whole body throb. It was like a drug, instantly ingraining itself in her senses and all the while those agile, ruthless fingers drove in and out of her, making sure that her brain would forever associate that smell with mind-numbing pleasure.<br/><br/>The sound of ripping cloth was lost on the troll, so wrapped up was she in her own torment. The pleasure reached another new plateau and Tamaska wailed in frustration as the pleasure built to a level that had every muscle in her body tensing, her hands gripping tightly to the table cloth and even her head drooped to bite onto the fabric, desperate to stifle her wanton cries. Still, Bahiyya would not grant her what she needed. The sound of Emberspike's hand cracking sharply on the elf's ass and the ecstatic cry managed to pull her from her fog just in time to hear Bahiyya tell her what awaited her. She felt a wave of panic push away the haze of lust she felt. "B-but Miss... I've only ever... once." Tamaska admitted, biting back onto the cloth as Bahiyya ground her bare mound against the lush curve of Tamaska's ass. The poor priestess had no notion that this information would more likely spur them to more debauched heights than turn them to leniency. Tamaska did however realize that she did not have the will to tell them to stop or to push them away. The sound of cloth rustling and buttons popping free resonated in Tamaska's mind and her body braced for what she was sure was about to happen. Unconsciously, her back arched and her legs spread into a wider stance. She pushed her ass out more, against Bahiyya's grinding crotch. Instinctively the priestess had presented herself for her own destruction, offering her body to her captors.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>