<em>Lemonscent's eyes glitter deviously with dark mischief when she hears what her mistress desires of her, though exactly what is running through the succubus' mind is no doubt quite naughty. Nodding subtly to the fiendbinder, the temptress slides from Atelia's grasp, eying Reaver almost hungrily.<br/><br/>The deviless, however, is a little distracted. Affectionately running her claw one last time through Maplepink's hair, the hamatula kisses her lightly on the lips before gently untangling herself from the succubus' lithe limbs, knowing how much the magenta-haired beauty has been yearning for her "punishment." The tanari leaves the grasp of the baatezu somewhat reluctantly, and smiles somewhat nervously at Lemonscent, who returns with a possessive, almost feral grin, smacking Maplepink's lovely rear once, teasingly, with her own tail, leaving some of Atelia's juices there.<br/><br/>The most submissive-- and most insatiable-- of the three succubi climbs up into Atelia's lap silently, her eyes wide and fearful, but with desire simmering, barely restrained, somewhere in those fathomless lavender depths. Warm and pliant in her mistress' hands, she waits eagerly to be abused, though her gaze turns even more fearfully towards the other two fiends as Lemonscent, on all fours, virtually stalks towards Reaver, her tail swishing back and forth as she gazes at the hamatula up and down, as if sizing her up before pouncing on her.</em>