<b>The Dungeon</b><br/><br/>“You are<i>mine</i>,” Kerelith purred in the girl’s ear, “Have no delusions about that. What makes you special is that you have something I want that no one else has, and I’m willing to give you as much as I can in return. This,” she whispered, and once again helped herself inside the girl, body shivering, pupils dilating, and cock hardening in Melony’s warm embrace, “This is what I want from you. I’m not even talking about the sex, but how it makes me<i>feel</i>. We’ve been blessed with something wonderful. Can you feel it too? Do you want it? I can give it to you...”<br/><br/>The demoness went on sweet-talking the girl while they spent another half an hour bringing each other yet to another intense climax, convulsing on the dimly lit couch in each other’s arms. As always, there was a mess, a sticky pool all over the seat, and so they had to spend more time cleaning themselves up in a bathroom before they could properly begin the day.<br/><br/><br/><b>A long time ago...</b><br/><br/>Whenever her servants were present, the young succubus had made an effort to maintain composure like a responsible adult, and had promised herself only to break it with controlled bursts of anger, so the maids would learn she wasn’t just some eighteen-year-old girl that she looked like, and would treat her with proper respect. Then again, while this silly backwards deduction about existing as a duck put a brief smile on her face, she thought it was alright since she was not with her servants right now.<br/><br/>“Well, you’re in trouble now, mister. I don’t believe you’re a duck. Else you would have wings.” The girl took a jump onto a large stone by the low-hanging branch of the willow, stood tall and looked down like she owned the place, dangerously close to having the drying pair of pants within her reach. Drawing his focus there made it easier to maintain the illusion of standing bare-footed on the stone rather than on a pair of black hooves. Then, as she lowered into a crouch that lifted up the short hem of her red sundress, his focus would still not be on her legs, but rather between them, where from that low angle, he’d have a view of the smooth fabric of her white satin panties, had she decided to put them on that morning.<br/><br/>“I could sit here all day,” Sheritrix said, and then instead of explaining whyever she would, gave him a playful smirk.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>