((A long one to compensate weekend inactivity. *puts typing fingers in a bucket of ice*))<br/><br/>It was Bahiyyas turn to feel invading fingers setting her sex ablaze: Crashing waves of intense sensation rolled through the groaning succubus, her wings twitching in raw lust in accordance with her drooping eyes.<br/>Muscles clenched hungrily at the trolless fingers, communicating quite clearly her desire for more; Crooning sounds eloped from her throat while her shapely hips bucked against the slender digits of her new sex-toy. Bahiyya bit her underlip hard, revelling under the touch of Tamaska as her incessant, almost curious probing of the succubus’ sex became more engrossed. She felt her breath go haggard, occasional “Ngh!”’s and “Hrnnrhrr”’s forced through clenched teeth, but spread plush lips.<br/><br/>As her pet willingly, enthusiastically shot her tongue forth and wrapped her mouth around the pert, tested nipple, Bahiyyas jaw fell slack into a broad open smile and her shapely head rolled back, exposing that slender neck of hers – an utterly gaudy, long-held, rattling moan escaped her throat with abandon, bouncing deftly off the walls of the room: Her breast was shot towards the warm slick tongue of Tamaska.<br/><br/>This was replaced with another, slightly surprised shriek of intermixed pain when teeth clamped around the sensitive skin: Her hand instinctively clenched around the braids of her troll prisoness, forcing the blue beauties face harder against her breast. Her own release was running towards her, which resulted in every muscle occasionally tensing like it was a spasm.<br/>When Emberspikes triumphant.. erhemn, “statement” was heard, a part of Bahiyya was set on immediately chastising her prey for not keeping focus: Yet just as the two made eye-contact a second before Emberspike let all Nether erupt in her sex, it was evident that Bahiyya –drinked- in the mixed expression of helpless desire added fear of what was to come.<br/><br/>Then Emberspike broke into his fuck-sprint: The sound was like a symphony of violins, sweeping across Bahiyyas mind and – from Emberspikes perspective – punctuating their triumph over this beautiful tool they’d found: When the trolless buried her head between the mounds of Bahiyya, she immediately seized both and pressed inwards, her own fingers seizing each her respective nipples. She ravenously toyed with this sensitive skin through hard-pushed, suppressed whimpers. Whatever Tamaska was doing with her comparatively inexperienced fingers, the succubus enjoyed it greatly.<br/><br/>As the trolless’ cry pitched upwards in the release, Bahiyya once more let her mouth go open, gasping “Haaaaah!”’s rolling off from a tested throat: The wild pumping fingers of Tamaska – it was too much! – soared into her sex to compensate for the blue womans own release – too much! – the wanton wails and cries of her broken spirit..<br/>A hand clutched around the back of the trolls head when Bahiyyas emerald eyes sprung open, staring straight ahead: For just a sliver of a second, it was as if her entire body became like molten lava, only to have that feeling replaced with a vaguely definanable feeling of fire rolling through her from the very tips of her toe to the absolute crowning point of her scalp. Breathing suddenly required a herculean effort, and each lung full of air tingled soothingly, playing into the crashing sensational waves of her orgasm.<br/>Bahiyyas scream was if possible the loudest, uneven, staggering and completely unbridled – it kept on going only broken by the absolutely necessary inhales. It stinged in the ears of both Tamaska and Emberspike, but who really cared by this point?<br/><br/>The trolless’ hand received approximately the same treatment as Emberspikes cock, getting positively drenched in harsh sprays of the succubus’ juices; her hip bucked forward each time another spasm rolled through her: The silk sheet was drenched in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>Emberspike growled in victory when he felt the trolless’ lewd juices splatter across his dick and scarcely smiting the rest of his groin: Her tight, convulsing muscles wringing around his veiny shaft gave him a dangerous immediate surge of sensation – he used a bit of his mental reserve to suppress a sudden release, but all the while he had to give the troll some credit. She was delightfully fuckable, a real keeper for his sexual games.<br/><br/>He wouldn’t let her orgasm fade lightly. His cock hammered into her like a steam piston, the squelching sound of her soaked sex continuously impaled joining in chorus with the two womens cries and whimpers. One hand landed on her lower back, his claws pointing slightly into her blue skin. The other kept its place around her hip, pulling said hip backwards at every forward thrust he made.<br/><br/>He felt drops of sweat roll down his temples as his gluttonous eyes ate the spectacle; A forked tongue licked across exposed, pointy teeth. The warmth that originally started in his aching groins slowly spread throughout his entire body.<br/><br/>He treated the poor trolless like this for what might seem ages. A scent of profuse lust hung thickly in the air as the three writhed in unison, causing his nostrils to flare alarmingly. He loved this reckless fuck. He loved to use women like this. But most of all, he really got off on when they wanted to be degraded to his personal slaves like this.<br/><br/>Eventually, he slowed down – it was time to play a little game, he mused in what conscious parts of his mind still active. From buried deep in the aching burning sex of his recipient, he made an effort to slooooooowly pull out so she once again was reminded the full length of her attacker. His head slid out with a lewd, almost slimy pop, dripping with her sap.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Hrrrrmmm.. lets sees how good the little fuckable troll is at self-discipline.”</span>He rumbled menacingly.<br/><br/>He took charge and more or less carried the troll away from a still gasping succubus who by now lay flat on her back, her wings sprawled haphazardly across the silk-covered table.<br/><br/>The large imp more or less let Tamaska drop onto the white bear skins rug in front of the fireplace. Leaving her to her own devices for a spell, he slowly turned back to his succubus compatriot, pulling her down from the table. The woman could barely stand on two feet as she was coerced towards the sweaty troll on the bear skin. A blissful, lewd smile was etched into her gasping face indicating that Tamaska might have given her a surprisingly good run for the money.<br/><br/>The monstrous Emberspike pulled the well-proportioned demoness in front of himself, having her face the trolless. The succubus now stood well within arms’ reach, her damp crotch just before Tamaska. Then he squat, forced her right wing behind himself, wrapped his hands around her thighs from below and rose, in the same motion spreading her legs wide. An anticipatory mewl rolled from Bahiyyas chest, willingly spreading said legs peering with a  weathered glance down at the troll.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“On your knees, harlot.”</span>Emberspike calmly said with his cock standing out straight, spasms twitching it into a small waving motion.<br/><br/>As he used one hand to fetch his cock, he spoke his conditions:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Y’as going to sit and enjoy the show, bitch. You’ll spread ya’ knees when kneeling and not say a damn word. You can moan and whine, howevers, like a mutt in heat. If ya’ try to stimulates yourself in any ways, we’ll have to..”</span><br/><br/>A howl of desire cut his monologue as his mighty cock slid into Bahiyya, her head flying back, one arm gripping around the neck of the huge imp, the other surging down to touch and grope around both the invading shaft as well as caress across her aching clit.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“…discipline you…”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“HNNGGHYESSSS..!”</span>Bahiyya once again interrupted - almost as if reacting on the word "discipline" - when he bucked upwards in his hips, a firm squelch heard when his dick impaled her deeper.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“I want to see you beg and whine for this, mah’ little slut.”</span>He punctuated and began a preposterously lurid spectacle in front of the trolless’ eyes.<br/><br/>He kept his pace down so Tamaska had every opportunity to enjoy every inch sliding into Bahiyya – her sex coated his already wet cock in her sap. Tamaska could see the straining muscles occasionally twitching under her perfect skin, usually in accordance with each of his thrusts. She could see and hear how Bahiyya pleaded and begged to be fucked harder, her eyes shut, her mouth open, her nails scratching lightly across his cheek and her other hand groping incessantly at her breast, pleasuring herself all the while.<br/><br/>All the while a large, malicious grin akin a wolves snarl was etched into the face of Emberspike who kept a firm eye contact with Tamaska. From her subservient angle, she got full access to all this and was in danger of catching a few droplets of the pairs mixed juices.<br/>Whether she had the discipline to not pleasure herself was the question: A delightfully perverse thin-ice situation.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>