The succubus keeps lapping at the elven slut, her tongue plunging deep inside as she tries to ignore the tight sensation of her ass being violated deeper and deeper with every thrust. She whines into the elvish whore's cunt, the high-pitched sound buried in her folds and covered by the deep rhythmic slapping of the man's hand on her ass as he pushes even deeper inside. The tight bonds of her shibari rope prison constrict even tighter around Astraotte's curves, the rope biting into her cunt and teasing her bound breasts more and more even as the magic makes it impossible for her to get off. Astra's brain fizzes, frying itself in the lust and pain as she pushes deeper against the elf, tongue letting up on its lapping to kiss and suck on the clit, warming it with her hot breath even as the pressure against her ass forces her closer and closer to the elf.<br/><br/>Her body twitches impotently, bound hands desperately trying to move, to touch, to caress or grope or push or finger or fight or<em>something</em>to bring this to an end, but her strength is too feeble to break through the bonds. She rocks her hips back, trying to push the knight away and only impaling herself even deeper on his thick cock, filling her up even more as she hisses and tries not to scream from the sensation. The elf grips her hair tight and pushes her face down, burying her deep into her cunt and Astraotte's tongue obediently flicks out, sliding into her warm core with reckless abandon. The succubus is barely conscious, tonguing and licking and lapping, fucking and rutting and being fucked, drowning in the sensations and the torture and<em>not being able to cum</em>that drives conscious thought out the window.