<b>Below <br/>
</b><br/>Melony lay there an orgasmic wreck in the leather seat.  She clutched onto thst fleshy tail stroking it softly even as her legs and pelvis convulsed uncontrolably.  If not for the supportive hands of Kerelith on her rear, she would slump right to the floor.<br/><br/>She could feel something had happened, not unlike that night so many days ago, and yet not like it.  There was never the soul wrenching release from deep inside hwr, and yet there was still something from the same deep rooted place that had been tapped and fed upon.  It left her feeling weak and violated, somehow still stimulated... why?<br/><br/>She looked down at the demoness, looking no better.  Covered in cum both, Melony's comparatively modest squirt and Kerelith's own made her look like she'd been the center of atrention in some orgy.   Still the woman had a look on her face at one time exhausted and in many other ways envigerated.<br/><br/>Melony shuddered again.  Kerelith's breath on her open pussy was enough to make her juices flow again and she began to squirm.  No, she couldn't handle it again!  Ah!  Stop breathing on it!  She thought even as she heard herself mewing like a kitteb as she stroked and and nuzzled the constricting tail about her...<br/><br/><b>Above...<br/>
</b><br/>Souris had honestly thought she charmed the succubus queen again for a moment there.  But then the hand had gripped her by the neck.  Fear and shock gripped her as she was lifted, her eyes wide as primal emotions sent her into a full panic.  No! She screamed in her mind.  Not like this!  Not today!<br/><br/>Her mouth opened and closed but she was too terror struck to form sounds past the pressure on her throat.   Her eyes began to water and beg the demoness even as her tongue began to slip out.  She was double shocked the way she licked her face, taking a tear no doubt sweetened with fear.<br/><br/>She kicked and struggled, her hands trying to reach Sheri's arm but panic overrode a rational mind and she made no progress.  She continued to struggle all the way to the wall.  She was too busy catching her breath to resist being bound to the rope.  She looked on helplessly as she realized she was being hoisted up.<br/><br/>She swung and twisted there a while where the demoness had put her, feeling like some mad pendulum as she gritted her teeth against the preasure burning already in her arms and shoulders.<br/><br/>As her twisting swing finally slowed,  she looked at the queen demon, breathing heavy as she tried to find some hit of compassion or that this was some game.  Her head leaned back as she groaned, feeling the leather holding her wrist in check, fully aware of how exposed her body was, how vunerable, especially that naked breast.  She had seen what the demons her liked to do to breasts...<br/><br/>She tried to calm herself, but had to xlose her eyes and turn away from the cold viper like expression on the top demons face.  She started struggling to free herself again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>