Lyla stared at them in shock, slowly regaining her senses from the pulsing, gentle afterglow and aching emptiness of her own deflowering. Niarra's reaction had been striking, and it completely stunned her. The other woman had been so resistant, and now she'd<em>begged</em>? And the sound she'd made...Lyla shivered at the cry of pleasure. But the command made her blanch, and she whispered a soft. "No, no..."<br/><br/>"Ah, ah..." Niarra panted, shivering as she began to come down from the orgasm. The command seeped into her mind and she shuddered, her hips twitching as the tail began to thrust, penetrating her tight, wet folds with ease, causing spikes of pleasure with every one of them. And her poor nipples...they were like large, warm pebbles in the demon's hands, and pleasure shot out of them with every caress. Her voice was a soft moan as she spoke unthinkingly. "Oh, goddess...harder...I want more...make me feel like that over, and over, and over again, please!"