<em>Maplepink shudders under the fiendbinder's skilled hands, letting out a whimper that half sounds like a sigh of relief and pleasure. <br/><br/>"Thank you, mistress. Your words are very kind."<br/><br/>Unlike her "sister," the more submissive succubus never toys with Atelia during the spankings (or, at least, never in the same way), completely submitting to the will of her mistress, and only being so bold as to pleasure her when requested. Still, her pliant, supple flesh proves more resilient to the assault than Lemonscent's, and though the hand prints temporarily mark her delectable bottom, the skin quickly returns to its unblemished, alluring hue.<br/><br/>In contrast to her complacency, the two other fiends present hardly seem so peaceable. Instead, Atelia sees Reaver, a look of iron determination on her sharp, angular features, pounce once more on the succubus, striking with the quickness of a serpent and, with almost like a boa, she manages to enwrap the demoness in a hold that, however she may squirm, she can't escape. Lemonscent's arms are held behind Reaver's back with the wrists tied together as their torsos are held together, legs interlocking in what could only be described as a tangle. Smiling as she lightly bites into the flesh of the tanari's neck to distract her, the hamatula's hands snaking down, one skillfully stroking the thighs of the temptress, teasing her with the sharp tips of her talons, even as the other move to slip between her nethers. Obviously having picked up a few tricks, and quickly managing to find the demoness' g-spot, surprise, horror, and lust cross the succubus' expression as an orgasm overtakes her body, leaving her helpless to the depredations of the deviless.</em>