<em>Maplepink quivers in her mistress' grasp, wings flexing and moving back and forth as they shrink and slowly vanish into her back, her tail expressively curling into a corkscrew then unfurling, swaying back and forth as she tries her utmost, unlike Lemonscent did, to hold still for the punishment and surrender complete control of her body to Atelia. Still, her breathing quickens helplessly at the caresses, her nipple hardening under the fiendbinder's deft touch, and she shudders involuntarily in anticipation of the coming spanking as her mistress' words pour around her, surrounding her, binding her as surely as if she were held with leather or chains. Her response sounds like the cooing of a dove, soft, gentle, yielding, telling Atelia that the succubus is completely in her mistress' thrall, and never wants to be let go, her eyes widening with feigned fear and far-from-feigned desire as she sees the raised hand.<br/><br/>"No, mistress, not enough, never enough."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the two other fiends have finally gotten measure of each other, their eyes locked on each other's with an intensity hard to discern as hatred or desire. Then, at the same moment, they leap at each other. Reaver's limbs move to catch Lemonscent's in an embrace, and her limbs, tail included, do manage to wrap around the succubus, however, the tanari will not so easily be caught, as the magic of her belt makes her close enough of a match to the deviless that by luck, she manages to slip out of the hold before the hamatula has a firm grip, smirking at her victory. Not hesitating for a second, the demonic temptress lunges forward, only to find the baatezu's reflexes too quick, slipping from the impotent claws of the lithe, succulent fiend, as now her barbed counterpart is the one to smirk. Apparently, neither means enough harm to the other to think Atelia will stop them, however, there is a certain edge in their almost dance-like combat.</em>