<em>"Gnyah!"<br/><br/>The succubus cries out sharply as the strokes hit her, causing her to tense and spasm, the treatment only lengthening her orgasm and making her groan in pleasure as her juices coat the archivist's thigh and the sheets beneath her blossom, her pert bottom now a darker pink as the spanking has the desired effect. She squirms especially enthusiastically against the fiendbinder when her mistress' hands land on her thighs or her cleft. Lemonscent's soaked petals clench desperately to the archivist's probing fingers when they enter, silently begging for more as she pants and moans. Mewling almost pathetically in protest to the removal of the fingers, the succubus begins pumping her tail in and out of her mistress' womanhood, making sure to tease her clit with the outside of the tail's point, trying to encourage the lovely mortal girl to continue her heavenly punishment, plenty skilled enough to push Atelia over the edge, unless she tries to resist.<br/><br/>Maplepink and Reaver seem to be getting along quite well, but, upon consideration, if Atelia's mind isn't too clouded with lust, she'll realize that's probably because Lemonscent's so distracted right now. The more dominant succubus has always been rather possessive of Maplepink with anyone but Atelia and Nightshade, becoming deeply jealous whenver a situation when Maplepink's seduction skills required she toy with or pleasure others, and, unlike Nightshade, who, by her draconic blood, has a moderate respect for law, has always been distrustful of the deviless.<br/><br/>The magenta-haired succubus seizes up, her breath catching as Reaver leans in, nipping gently at her ear as her free hand moves to play with Maplepink's breast. The mix of pleasure and pain as the hamatula works in and out of her three rather wicked looking claws pushes her over the edge, causing her sweet, thick, sticky nectar to coat the baatezu's talons and hand. Skillfully swirling about her long, thin tail in her partner's cleft, Maplepink returns the favor, nipping lightly at the barbed devil's neck as her carnal adeptness wracks her more lawful counterpart with extraordinary pleasure, not unlike the aftereffects of Reaver's favorite drink...</em>