<em>The succubus' orgasm only continues under the skillful ministrations of her mistress as they switch positions, her slender arms holding her close to Atelia, clinging to her almost as she groans loudly before quickly biting it back, an embarassed and aroused blush painting her cheeks a lovely dark shade of pink, only allowing herself to moan when the fiendbinder kisses her, finally allowing herself to vocalize her desire, her pleasure as her juices pour forth onto the beautiful young mortal's hands as her breasts, nipples harder than a tarrasque fang, rub up against Atelia's.<br/><br/>The devil and demoness continue to tangle, however, once more as the baatezu plunges her claws into Lemonscent and strokes the thighs of the succubi, biting down lightly on the gasping, squirming, writhing fiend's flesh, the tanari, helpless, finds another unwilling orgasm ripped from her, pleasure shooting through her body and leaving her helpless, unable to fight against the waves of bliss that crash into her and, swirling, drag her down into their sweet embrace, causing more of her tangy nectar to spill forth onto the deviously grinning hamatula's hand. It would seem, in this contest, at least, Reaver has a distinct advantage.</em>