Bahiyya squealed in absolute bliss, her back arching heavily against the rock-solid chest of her attacker. Her breasts bounced merrily at each forceful thrust of his capacious member, and the bitter-sweet sap of her nethers splattered onto Tamaskas face with unrestraint. The two demons felt a silk-soft tongue stroking along their joint nethers, eliticing a groan from the bigger demon. Bahiyya took the new sensation to heart with all measures of lurid glee.<br/>Her voice was huskier than normal, eye lids twitching and breath staggered. Suddenly, for a brief moment, she only let forth a deep, deep inhale, feeling the pressure build up rapidly after a series of particularly deep thrusts: Her mind felt like it melted in intense sensations, her muscles milked his shaft and finally, another harsh release caused her to shriek out her wanton lust with force. Emberspike groaned satisfied, feeling her inner muscles tightening achingly around his offensive cock.<br/><br/>Small jets of her love juices shot out in all directions, splattering up her backside, against his groin and – as expected – streaking across Tamaskas beautiful, lusting face. The succubus kept wailing and trashing involuntarily and Emberspike habitually remained ruthless in his approach, thundering into her without respite.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“HRRRNHhhh, someone’s bein’ naughty!”</span>Tamaska suddenly heard the deep, grinding voice of Emberspike snarling out in what could best be described as hardly hidden joy.<br/><br/>The squelching sound of Emberspikes cock impaling the hapless, sweaty and winded succubus diminished as two flaring red/orange eyes peered down at the blue trolless with her guilty hand between her guilty thighs. A forked tongue instinctively licked across the gasping succubus’ shoulders as the large imp revelled in the sight of Tamaskas self-administering.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“Then we’ll.. *pant*.. we’ll have… to *sigh* teach her a lesson….”</span>Bahiyya drowsily spoke forth, her body doing an involuntary spasm – the feeling of his mighty prick buried in her sex was intoxicating.<br/><br/>It was a grotesque beauty, seeing the almost monstrous Emberspike having a nearly perfect being of lust and corruption nestled on his dick – Bahiyya murred a desire to just wait a moment, partly to catch her breath and partly to enjoy the feeling of his twitching cock inside her. Then she slowly was let down onto her booted feet. With a flick of her feet, she got rid of said boots.<br/>Suddenly she was behind Tamaska, peering down on the guilty trolless while biting her underlip – Emberspike stood on her other side, one firm hand lazily stroking his engorged member. She was the prey between these two wolves, feeling the weight of both their maliciously anticipatory glances.<br/><br/>Bahiyya fell to her knees and forced the trolless to face her, exposing her blue back to the large demon behind her; one slender hand effortlessly collected Tamaskas wrists and held them together in what communicated as an iron grip. Her vacant hand began toying with her own perfect mound in a teasing fashion, emerald eyes keeping a firm glance on Tamaska.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, pet.”</span>She murred through a voice still scarred by her former screeching and howling.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“When your master says you ought not to touch yourself, you must obey him, kitten.”</span>she whispered ominously into the attentive ear of her pet.<br/><br/>Emberspike rummaged into their stock-pile of travelling gear, fetching a large, vicious-looking bullwhip. However, its end had been split into smoother strands designed to reduce pain slightly, but more importantly to remove the risk of carving into skin. Apparently, they wanted her to remain pristine.<br/><span style="color: Sienna"><br/>
“You see that little thing, dearest? He’s going to toy that across your wonderful, sweaty, deliciousssss skin.”</span><br/><br/>Tamaska could see and hear the whip uncoil languidly onto the floor, the naked imp with his wagging, spoiled cock wagging in anticipation. His large, strong hands curled around the handle of this instrument, his rock-grinding voice snarling with a hint of delight:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Will you obey your master, fuck-toy?”</span><br/><br/>She wasn’t given time to answer immediately before a loud CRACK was heard and a stripe of pain manifested in a shock across her back. Emberspike knew how to use his whip with a worrying precision: Tamaska knew he hadn’t really let much force go into the swing, and yet still the searing, actual pain was more than obvious.<br/>Bahiyya squealed giddily when the crack was heard across the poor trolless’ back – her mouth shot down to her right pert breast and let a warm, oozing tongue gently caress across her nipple, before her sweet, warm, sultry silken-soft lips wrapped around.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Will you do whatevers I say whenever I wants?” </span>his voice asked through a grin.<br/><br/>Again, before - and regardless of her answers or pleads -  a second CRACK was heard across her naked back, causing Bahiyya to murr lovingly while toying with the trolless nipple expertly; this shock of pain tinged with shocks of pleasure was conflicting in Tamaskas brain, presumably.<br/><br/>The end of the whip landed softly onto Tamaskas shoulder after a brief flick of Emberspikes wrist. A lions growl rattled continuously deep within his throat while he let his wonderful plaything feel the weight of the situation.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Disobey your master and mistress again, and we’ll not be so kind.”</span>Emberspike said as he slowly came closer with heavy steps.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Obey our tiniest whim and we’ll take you further and higher than you ever thoughts possible.” </span>His voice grumbled.<br/><br/>She felt the end of the bullwhip slowly, almost gently slide down her bruised back.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Now, pet, tells us how bad you want to be fucked. Tell us whatta’ whore you’ll be for us. If we go and like what you say, A’ won’t have to use this anymores.”.</span><br/><br/>Bahiyya moaned and whimpered in delight at the prospect of hearing Tamaska word her own desire to be thunder-fucked, letting go of her nipple, a bridge of thin drool connected between her bottom lip and that sensitive flesh for just a second. The succubus peered directly into her victims eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>