A long-born, purring whimper was mumbled into the sex of Tamaska from the succubus toying so terribly skilful with her tongue: A tongue that caressed this frightfully sensitive skin in just the right fashions. Occasionally, Bahiyya concentrated her plush, silken-soft lips around her knob, suckling and massaging the smooth surface like it was a lovers kiss. Then her tongue flipped to Tamaskas opening and swirled in an oozing fashion along that openings edges. Then the tongue invaded her as much as now capable, probing her inside walls gingerly. Suddenly it’d slip out and flick across her netherlips horizontally in fast, teasing strokes. This was interjected by lusty moans and wails onset by Bahiyyas reckless, almost ruthless fingers plunging into her sex.<br/>Her world was a haze – when shocks of pleasure came not as shocks but as constant, intense waves of unbearably tingling warmth, the conscious mind had a hard time keeping check. Every muscle was tensed, every nerve ending was screaming in delight, every sense peaking as she threw herself into release after release, each orgasm having her squirt helplessly and leaving her body trashing. But she didn’t stop, no – her hands drove herself onwards, probing with the same efficiency as Tamaska had experienced. The bear rug beneath her was naturally soaked with her sweet-smelling juices, their rather special properties suffusing the environment, that including both Tamaska and Emberspike.<br/><br/>Emberspike’s lusty growl gave allusions to that of the great lion; feisty eyes feasted in the subservient gesture of the trolless while impressions of her soft tongue shot up through his spine originated from his crotch. Tamaska might note with some measure of glee that her long, trailing stroke from between his shafts’ end and his (rather weighty) balls elicited a longer, more pleasurable murr.<br/><br/>A deep, menacing “Yeeeesssss….” was mumbled through a broad, snarling grin as her silken, warm tongue began an initially gentle caress along his underside: Those lips were wonderful, he found himself admitting: their pillow-like texture was feathery against his sensitive head, and he treasured the first few gentle suckles.<br/><br/>A measure of sinful indulgence spread on his facial features when she desperately attempted to take his cock as deep as possible; while the gag sounds were like angel-whispers in his demonic ears, a natural conclusion struck him that this victim had some tricks to learn before that could happen.<br/>Giving up in her gagging undertaking – correctly spurring thoughts of punishment in his mind – she wrapped her breasts around either side of his twitching and pulsing manhood. By the pits of the nether, they were soft. If possible, softer than her lips, but that left room for debate.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Goooood, pet.. I like yours pleading eyes.”</span>He said through a tested, rattling breath.<br/><br/>A hand slowly curled around the top of her head, his malicious grin shimmering almost:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Ya’ll need some trainin’ on the throat-work, though.”</span>He chastised her in a coo.<br/><br/>He slowly began forcing her head a bit deeper, his monstrous strength working against any attempts: As her plush lips rolled down across his glistening cock-skin, the demon stopped at the very first indication of another gag – his fingers then coiled around her teal braids and gently began pulling, again adding just a sliver of pain into the pool of pleasure originated from Tamaskas sex; again, this hint of pain wasn’t off-putting, but simply enhancing.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“First… slooooowly..”</span>the demon commanded in the warmest voice he mustered yet. It still carried a malicious, arrogant undertone, but the most sinister edges had been shaven off.<br/><br/>Having found her limit, he slowly directed her to suck close to said limit, avoiding the unpleasantries of her gag reflex but getting as much leeway as possible. He controlled her speed, keeping it slow and teasing, loving, caressing, and most of all left her with the opportunity to experiment with her tongue.  It was odd how one moment they tethered on being inhumanely ruthless and the next helped her avoid discomfort and give her the opportunity to please them with her best devices.<br/><br/>Simply by controlling her speed and keeping her within her limits made him groan in coarse desire, his hip bucking gently upwards between her soft, light blue breasts when she was at the apex of her suckling.<br/><br/>Tamaska was in the clear: twitches of animalistic pleasure danced on the monstrous imps face and she could feel strong twitches in his shaft within her mouth and between her legs. The punctuation of her near-victory was an actual moan rumbling in his chest, eyes drooping shut for a few seconds as he bathed in the forbidden pleasures of her administration…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>