Emberspike coolly unbuttoned his exquisite shirt, hearing the triumphant moans of Bahiyya mixing with the delightfully tortured whimpers of Tamaska; the man even had the audacity of folding the cloth neatly in some mockery of the situation. Continuing this bizarre behaviour, he neatly laid the shirt on besides the two sweat-soaked women.<br/>Large hands coiled around the edge of his trousers and pulled down, letting his fulsome member spring into the open, rock-hard and pulsing with distinctive veins extruding slightly from the skin. An equally unmistakable gloss on the exposed forehead told tales; the barely white, transparent hint of pre-cum caught both Tamaskas and Bahiyyas scent; in this case eliciting a deeper moan from the succubus. Oh, how she wanted to go first! How she desperately craved the harsh impaling of his prick to fill her out – but it was too early, still. She hated and adored her ability to postpone immediate pleasure in spirit of building her desire, but it was getting increasingly hard whatnot with the sweaty, shapely trolless beneath her practically handing them a front-row invitation.<br/><br/>With a mixture of frustration and glee, the succubus accosted the braids of her victim, put a hand around her chest and forced the troll upright before sliding around her. Then she let go.<br/><br/>For a second, Tamaska was given a hint of freedom: No molesting hands, no pinning pressures. Whether she treated this as a salvation or simply a massive gush of frustration could be debated.<br/>But that fleeting second was gone in an instant; the imps massive, red hand slowly coiled around much of her back neck. Again, his calm demeanour seemed a contrast to the feisty succubus because he only applied just enough pressure to make sure she didn’t go anywhere. The force in his hand – or lack thereof – could be compared to the gentle, but firm hold of a dominant lover; Tamaska noted, however, that behind the hand lay an innate strength much starker than what she experienced.<br/><br/>Another of his hands slowly traversed around Tamaska and found her left mound, two fingers applying a light pressure around her rock hard and tested nipple; he’d begin to massage with the palm of his scorching hot hand against the surrounding flesh, but most of his effort was concentrated on teasing and toying with her most sensitive spot.<br/>His capacious prick pressed against her back, occasionally twitching with mean anticipation.<br/><br/>Bahiyya used the short moments disconnect to sit up onto the table stark naked with the exception of her brown leather boots reaching halfways up her lower leg; facing Tamaska and Emberspike, the succubus in disguise spread her legs, exposing herself starkly perverted glee shining in her expression.<br/>Naked, Bahiyya was almost incomprehensibly desirable: What she communicated in innocence when dressed down at the bar was now communicated in raw sexual appeal.<br/>Her nethers were positively dripping, and a profuse rosy blush was evident on her cheeks; again, this could have been a sign of innocent anticipation, but the perverse parting of her sultry lips and the lioness’ stare in her emerald-green eyes twisted any perceived innocence into malicious perversion in a heart-beat.<br/><br/>Bahiyyas hand shot forward and accosted the top braids of the trolless. With force, she pulled the trolless down between wide-spread legs, her alluring, husky voice commanding something incoherent through a throaty purr; Bahiyya found it hard to speak in the heat of her corruption, her chest rising and falling quite noticeably. Her mind was swimming with glorious thoughts of how this priestess wanted her dignity stripped away so readily for the promise of pleasure.<br/><br/>This was Bahiyyas greatest outcome from her sexual conquests – she didn’t mind the ear-blasting orgasms, oh no. But the mere thought that she forced people into their own moral undoing send waves of unbridled sexual pleasure rampaging through her shapely body, sending nerves aflame. No loving, consenting caress in the world could ever replace this delightfully filthy sensation. She sought it so bad that even soft, considerate lovemaking with a necessarily cheating husband gave her plenty despite her desire for rougher and harder.<br/><br/>Her damp sex was enhanced, as was most of her due to her nature: Should Tamaskataste, her juices were quite uncannily like the sweetest honey-like ambrosia. It would send overwhelming signals to the trolless brain, demanding that she took more and more and more. Nerves would cry out in gratifying unison from the corruptive signals which in turn would enhance whatever stimulants applied to her.<br/><br/>Emberspike chuckled for himself as Tamaskas shapely posterior was presented lavishly for him; again, his patience was noteworthy as he settled not to attack her immediately, but let ten full fingers scratch lightly from her shoulder blades all down along her back ending just below the hips. He exercised full control over his claws, making sure they only left a tingly, prickling feeling without actually carving flesh. This might come as a welcome respite compared to the rather harsh treatment given by her other captor.<br/><br/>Then, slowly, the imp took his pulsing cock and placed the head against her wet sex, one hand on her buttocks to make sure she wouldn’t spontaneously attempt to move back against him; no, he waited –still-, instead using the warm, soft head of his prick to caress up and down along her netherlips in leisurely strokes. The imp spread his devilish grin, expecting a frustrated desire expressed by the troll.<br/><br/>Finally, however, he got to the point: the rock solid cock began an oozing inwards motion into the damp sex of Tamaska, spreading her lips ever so gently. The imp paced it well enough to almost exclusively incite pleasure which ought to push the poor trolless over the edge.<br/>Irregardless of such an occurrence, he wouldn’t stop his forward motion until he was buried within her as deep as possible, a long rattling groan produced in his animalistic throat. She could feel his mass press against her butt as he buried his prick deep in her, indicating the amount of ease he could control her physically.<br/><br/>Then, the imp began a lazy fuck. His prick slid out and into her with a tormenting pace – Emberspike made sure to enjoy every single inch of her scorching hot sex while his hands made sure to control her hips: It was evident that he controlled the pace and she had to settle with accepting her submissive role, no matter what protests she might have..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>