Tamaska was almost drowning in the sweet, musky wetness that gushed onto her questing tongue. It tasted so amazing that the priestess never wanted to stop. Even as she sagged slightly as her body recovered from only the second orgasm of her life she was crying out wordlessly for more pleasure. Her body was desperate for more and thankfully they seemed willing to give her all she could handle and more. Even with Emberspike's slow, methodical movements inside of her, Tamaska felt her body jolt and her inner muscles bare hard down onto him, trying to find some way to return the pleasure he gave. She knew now that she must surely be damned, trapped in this pleasure until her mind burnt out and all that remained was her need for pleasure. Each movement Emberspike made seemed designed to fill her with so much pleasure that there would be no place for anything else.<br/><br/>There was no longer any shame at the wet noises her sopping, overfilled nethers made as they stretched down over that thick rod again at a pace that ensured Tamaska would feel every vein and bump as they pushed inside. Wicked sensation, like that of Bahiyya's fingers early seemed to stroke along her skin, making her tingle. They were everywhere at once and knew every little tender spot she had, every physical weakness to exploit to further fuel her lust. She was sure this was just another phantom sensation until her eyes managed to look up as her mouth still feasted. Just in time, Tamaska lifted her gaze to Bahiyya's face. Just in time for the succubus to seem her eyes widen and a muffled shriek of agonizing pleasure to burst from her throat. Emberspike's single hard thrust was enough to lift the little troll clear off of her fete and she howled against Bahiyya's slippery slit as he teased further by pulling back slowly and not giving her a continued hard pounding.<br/><br/>Tamaska was desperate to earn her pleasure and found her advances denied again when her hand was tugged away from Bahiyya's sex. As the elf chided her and degraded her, telling her what she needed to do to get what she wanted, Tamaska felt Emberspike moving at the usual, measured pace. His pulsing shaft kept up, to the troll seeming impervious to the tiny, trembling, tensing treasure that he was so effortlessly plundering. Watering eyes stared up into those of Bahiyya and again she got to see the wonderful look of confusion fear and disbelief mingle with the constant glared look of pleasure. As the succubus had to anticipate, once the illusion was dropped, Tamaska became frantic. The illusion dropping seemed to affect her much more than when Emberspike had dispensed with his. Tamaska had heard stories of what happened to those a succubus lured in and it both terrified and intrigued her.<span style="color: indigo">"Light, preserve me, Light forgive me!" </span>the troll murmurred with her lips still so close that they whispered over the sucubus' aroused nethers. Each word Bahiyya said rang with a horrible truth and she cringed as through each phrase was a physical blow.<br/><br/>She was right, every word Bahiyya said. She was a harlot, she did want Emberspike to stop her devious teasing and just let her have him take her over the edge again. Despite herself, Tamaska nuzzled her cheek against the hand that stroked her cheek softly and her eyes lifted again to the succubus staring eyes. The threat made her whimper nervously and she wondered dismally if it were even possible to satisfy a succubus' sexual appetite.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"P-please... Mistress Bahiyya, please may i be your slut?"</span>The strain, the struggle with what she was submitting herself willingly to was evident in every stammered syllable that slipped from between Tamaska's plush lips.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please, please let me pleasure you, please show me how." </span>She could not pull her gaze from that of the brightly smiling woman spread so invitingly before her.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Most of all, Mistress, please I beg you let me have more of him. Please let him cease his teasing. I cannot handle another moment!" </span>The emotion in her voice made it clear that to her this was the pure truth. She was theirs now, so desperate for the sensations they were showing her that she could not live without more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>