<em>Even as the archivist asks her submissive succubus about the Temple of Kord, the fiendish temptress subconciously licks her lips, eyes wide and mouth all but watering at the thought of all those strong, strapping priests and warriors, so lush and ripe and full of life. Still, she can hear from the tone in her mistress' voice that the fiendbinder expects she answer that she wouldn't follow Lemonscent there, and, for a long moment, she squirms, wide eyes darting demurely downward before finally making their way back up to Atelia's loving gaze as she lets the truth fall from her lips, an ashamed whisper almost softer than the lovely demoness' flesh.<br/><br/>"Yes, I would..."<br/><br/>Besides, if it led to punishments like this... Maplepink shivers and nearly melts at the thought, before being brought back rather sharply by the hand hitting her pert, succulent buttocks, which, despite the abuse they take, show only the most temporary marks of the punishment, proving far more resilient than Lemonscent's now-crimson butt. Still, in one regard at least, the savage spanking proes too much for the lovely succubus, and, crying out softly, almost like a dove, Maplepink's back arches as Atelia traces the lips of her blossom, orgasming onto the hand of her mistress.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Reaver continues to hold Lemonscent in her powerful grasp, her skillful ministrations drawing out the lusty demoness' orgasm and leaving the furious, embarrassed, and lovely tanari writhing in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every bucking of her hips against her rival's meticulous claws.</em>