Emberspikes murrs continued unbridled; while her inexperience could be felt, her enthusiasm apparently made up for any potential “wrongs”; his hips gyrated on his stool as her velvet soft tongue toyed and doused his manhood in hot spittle. The dirty sound of her slobbering bounced coyly off the walls, presumably coercing more and more high-pitched whimpers from the servicing succubus plundering the sexual treasure of Tamaska. Her tongue had lost particular directions, simply trying to do everything at once with a sexual fervour worth comparing to storms.<br/><br/>Her mind had long since drowned in the warm embrace of her continued orgasms, a dizzy, preposterously warm lust directing her every motion.<br/><br/>The large imp continued directing her gentle suckling, only occasionally pushing closer to her limits – Emberspike knew that this took practise, and he knew more than anything that the process of learning said skills was half the fun. He let the tips of his black claws scritch against the scalp of Tamaskas head, again with that almost abusive gentleness which mocked his former spurs of brutality. He liked to keep his prey tethering between a perverse love for his caress and a very real fear of his disciplinary lectures. Uncertainty made them more impressionable, he often found.<br/>Right now, his immediate concentration was on her handywork, however: She could feel his powerful legs twitch in absolute delight and the more sloppy and noisy she got, the better a reaction she could feel in this large demon. His forked tongue licked across sharp teeth, spread to facilitate his raspy gasps and murrs.<br/><br/>When the trolless’ release struck, Emberspike groaned dizzily as Tamaska forced her tits around his shaft: their joint smoothness drove him up the wall. And it didn’t help the slightest when her swirling tongue carried whimpering moans from her explosion.<br/>Bahiyya squealed in glee; A squeal that was caught short when the trolless: Immediately, two hands flung up, slapped against each her victims ass-cheeks and drove nails into the flesh gentle enough not to cut, but with enough weight to incite nerve-reaction.<br/><br/>Emberspike felt an all too familiar tingle press through his sense-scape, eliciting harsher inhales – he mustered mental strength to prolong this little trip, his other hand scraping against the stool.<br/><br/>Bahiyya cooed lovingly as she lapped juices into her mouth, relishing the bitter-sweet tang of Tamaska smothered across her impeccable face. Her legs ground against eachother with the same affectionate body-language heralding her love for orgasms, whether her own or her preys.<br/>She slowly slid out under the whimpering troll and kneeled besides her, peering hungrily at the cock sliding into her mouth.<br/><br/>Tamaska could spot something as profound as a deep, deep red blush on a soothed expression and a giddy, almost child-like smile smeared on her face. The succubus looked like she could explode into spontaneous giggling at any one moment, breathing deeply to keep herself and her still shuddering body in check.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Isn’t it wonderful?”</span>she asked Tamaska through a husky sigh – the demon relinquished his hold around Tamaskas backhead , apparently as eager to hear the trolless speak.<br/><br/>Bahiyya folded one arm around the shoulders of her victim, finger tips stroking along her neck and up across her ear in an almost affectionate display. Her other hand caressed down the sides of Tamaskas undulating breasts, across her stomach before beginning to stimulate her aching sex, with a special mention going to her clit.<br/>The succubus peered with scorching hot eyes into the abused trolless, relishing how sweat, saliva and her own juices had treated Tamaska.<br/><br/>Bahiyya then began licking across the side of the demons cock facing his stomach in a long, languid fashion, still enjoying a steadfast glance on the trolless in said process.<br/><br/>Emberspike could feel himself growing taught, the subtle tingle almost pervading his entire mind; Both women knew he was just tethering over the edge, ready to explode…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>