<em>The succubus shivers pleasantly under the ministrations of her mistress, moaning, no longer biting her lip, a little at the teasing of her twin entrances, one of which is already becoming slick and damp from the spanking, which they both know she enjoys more than any of Atelia's other "charges". With each smack, she lets out soft, dove-like cries and pleading whimpers... though whether to continue, or to stop, Lemonscent doesn't make clear, though they both know the truth of how much she's enjoying this, her bottom, having been tendered by the earlier, harder smacks, turning a shade of pale pink.<br/><br/>"Please... Mistress... please..."<br/><br/>With a gasping, shuddering sigh, the stimulation proves too much for Lemonscent to resist, and a distinct wetness coats the thigh over which the succubus is bent, even as her tail tip swirls in her mistress' blossom, pushing the archivist to higher arousal.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the devil and the demon seem to be getting along surprisingly well, Reaver allowing her hand to slide down Maplepink's spine before slipping around the succubus' waist, and dipping her clawtip into the submissive seductress' cleft, stroking teasingly, even as the magenta-haired beauty's tail teases the lips of the hamatula's nethers, both of them letting out soft, pleased sounds as they lean in to kiss each other.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Atelia's peaked.