Bahiyya bucked her hips back and forth while the adorably dangerous succubus cooed and moaned at the mere words of her prey; torrents of mind-induced pleasure boiled in her entire body at the desperation of Tamaskas pleads, her underlip quivering almost uncontrollably. For a moment, this lack of restraint might rob away her dominant streak, reducing the otherwise maliciously beautiful demoness to a subservient, almost-kind hearted being. Atleast, that impression was present until one remembered what thoughts had spurred this almost raw, lustful expression.<br/><br/>An unbridled perversity bloomed in her again, distorting her face back into that worrying smile of hers: before Tamaska knew what was what, those soft, soothing lips found her nipple again, a tongue flicking across the aching skin teasingly, her honey-swathed voice murring lovingly into the chest region of her victim.<br/><br/>The imp lowered his head down the ear of Tamaska and murred a pleased growl that slowly unfolded into an almost menacing comment:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“We’ll deny you s if you don’t please us. We’ll fuck you when we wants it, and we’ll use ya’s as we see fit. But its goooooood..”</span>his voice rumbled like thunder, even for what should pass as a whisper..<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><br/>
“.. . too see you beggin’ so much.” </span>He finished, a forked tongue dragging along her ear-lobe like that of a serpents.<br/><br/>The large being rose again, letting the head of his juice-glittering cock touch briefly between the trolless shoulder blades in a lurid display of haphazardness. Then the large imp trotted backwards, yet again uncoiling the bull whip. In a slow, boring fashion, he began swinging the long instrument of painful administration through the air, the distinctive “woosh-woosh-woosh” heard clearly. He didn’t strike immediately, no: Instead, he began building torturous anticipation, speaking over his skilful control of the thing:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Ya’ll fuck who we please and be the subservient little bitch we need for everythin’ we want – if A’ want my prick sucked clean, ya’ll jump to the task with pleasure. If A’ want you to screw a possible ally, you’ll whore yourself knowin’ how much it pleases us. Your needs are always second to ours..”</span><br/><br/>Across his monologue, the constant “woosh-woosh-woosh” sound was heard. No crack happened yet, but the poor trolless knew that this man wouldn’t just put the thing down, ohno.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“We’ll be ya’ world from hereon out, my delightful harlot. And we’ll paint the walls of the world with your moans and wails. The more you suck, lick and please us, the more you’ll moan in pleasure and not..”</span><br/><br/>CRACK! Another lash struck down over her flesh like the assault of a thousand daggers, added just an ounce more power with sensationally devastating results: Only so small an effort to elicit just stabbing pain? One could wonder whether she would have been better off actually getting carved by a knife.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“..hnnngggh.. –screaaaam-.. in pain.”</span>Emberspike said through a rattling sigh, his dick twitching at the sight and sound of Tamaskas reaction to his ruthless disciplinary example.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“The last was a little reminders, my horny bitch. Just so you know the ground-rules.”</span>The demonic imp chuckled.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“A’ consider myself a man of courtesy to even informs you like this.”</span>He continued, even mocking a bow with his head, before concentrating on the succubus so gingerly toying with the trolless pert breast.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Bahiyya. Lick her to release.”</span>He simply ordered, finally.. –finally- discarding his whip. She had been let off easy! His voice carried an almost cordial tone, signalling that throughout the entire ordeal, it was him in total control of both. His voice was one chiselled in the expectations of the recipients’ unconditional obedience.<br/><br/>The succubus underlined this notion, instantly releasing her victims’ nipple again. The succubus purred like a kitten as she flopped onto her back, wings spread across the soft underlay, head closest to the kneeling troll. The succubus’ firm hands directed Tamaska to turn around and instead kneel her sex down across the succubus’ expectant face.<br/>The damp bitter-sweet scent of Tamaskas nethers mingled with all the other signals of arousal in Bahiyyas mind; Oh, she was going to have fun now, she was!<br/>An impossibly, uncomprehensively soft tongue slowly curled out and stroke lazily across the trolless netherlips, toying with damn well every nerve-ending down there: she could smell and taste Emberspike so deliciously. The tip of her tongue initially flicked across the hardened, ever-so-sensitive knob once before the succubus applied the entire length and breadth of her velvet-soft tongue against the aching sex of her quarry.<br/>Her two vacant hands worked on their own devices, shooting down between her widely spread legs beginning a ravenous self-pleasing session causing moans of drunken lust to spill into the sex she craved to please.<br/><br/>Emberspike accosted a stool near the table and his heavy, ripping frame moved closer to the two. He sat down, spreading his own powerful legs, his cock planted firmly against his own stomach due to its taughtness: it hovered chesthigh by Tamaska and it wouldn’t come as any surprise when he ushered forth his demand:<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">“Now suck me’s the best you know, pet. Use your breasts , toy with my balls, lick my prick squeaky-clean. Make me explode hard, you filthy little lovable thing.” </span><br/><br/>His eyes burned with an inner fire, orange dots shimmering deep within his red sclera – it was her time to shine, evidently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>