The Gathering (Closed for Pywakit)

Syren

Syren sighed in delight, enjoying the feeling of the Master's immense cock against her tongue and the delightful, almost intoxicating taste of her spit mixing with that of her companion Aravah's. The other succubus had a flavor of her own, one that Syren found almost addictive in its sultry taste, but against her Master that addiction abated. His cock was her true addiction, and as the two of them serviced him, alternately tonging against his heavy balls and sliding up to the tip to worm tongue tip against dripping come hole, Syren shifted and wriggled on her knees, enjoying how her dozens of piercings hung and swayed.

Yet at the same time, she was eager to learn why He had called the two of them to his side. They had arrived and immediately began to suckle him, without word, knowing that he would not reveal his thoughts until he wished... likely not until he had come. And so she and Aravah had been playing this game, each sliding up to take his cock into a wet, sucking mouth for one heartbeat at a time while their hands explored each other's bodies... whichever mouth the Master chose to come in would doubtless be the succubus he had chosen for his latest mission.

Syren hoped beyond all reason it would be her.

"That's it girls, show me just how well you can use those tongues on Master's cock. Let me see what those whorish little mouths can do."

It was apparent in the way the two Succubi reacted that they had been wrought of the same wicked soul, polarized and split perfectly in two. They had a magnetic attraction to one another, because they were designed to work in delicious tandem, and looked gorgeous together, swaying sensuously at the foot of his throne, as alike and different as they could be.

Aravah clung adoringly around the right calf of her Master. She was a deceptively pure looking thing, skin almost snowy white, seared with ancient symbols and characters so ubiquitous across the topography of her body, they were like the tiny crisscrossing roads on a road map, which gave her skin an enticing, lacy appearance. Her silvery white hair flowed to the small of her back, often elaborately braided, and her flashing, wide eyes were a smouldering charcoal gray.

Where Syren's outer appearance utterly reflected her wonderfully sinful essence, Aravah looked almost as if she could be an innocent, unspoiled. Which worked to her favor at times... those who did not weaken at even the most vulgar of temptations could occasionally be driven to madness by the thought of ruining such a pretty, seemingly sweet thing as Aravah.

Indeed, for every perverse soul they had the delight of collecting, there was none so resilient that the two of them together could not bring them to their knees...

Settling together at his feet in unplanned symmetry, the two succubi sat knee to knee, the nipples of their large round breasts pressed together, and their cheeks laid adoringly to either of their Master's thighs, the attentions of their skilled velvet tongues lashing maddeningly around the vulgarly enormous cock between their identical noses, their eyes cast up to watch their Master's face for signs of pleasure.

Syren

Syren gasped as she felt the Master's tail slide deep up inside her pierced, dripping pussy. She clutched at him, then sucked at him almost as if she were trying to swallow his entire tail whole, but through half-closed eyes she saw that she would not be able to do so. Her Master's other two tails had turned their attention to her companion, and for a moment Syren felt a surge of jealousy that Aravah would get two tails of attention. But then Syren realized that left her an opportunity... distracted by the double assault, Aravah had slumped back somewhat, leaving the Master's cock untended.

Striking swiftly, Syren lunged forward and engulfed him, swallowing his enormous length to the root, taking his cock deep into her throat. She rubbed at his nuts with one hand while her other stroked the length of his tail, all the while gulping at his shaft and massaging it with the taut muscles inside her neck. She paid close attention, hoping to feel the sudden pulsing in his nuts that would announce his imminent ejaculation, for she wanted to be ready to pull back so his seed would fill her mouth instead of her belly... she wanted... no, she NEEDED to taste his come, and hoped she could coax him to ejaculation before Aravah realized what she was doing.

As one of the prongs of her Master's tail probed softly at first against her asshole, Aravah wiggled her hips back into the sensation eagerly, until the pointed tail pierced into her deeply. As his other tail wound around one of her succulent breasts, Aravah could not help but slump slightly as pleasure racked her form. Her arms clung adoringly around her Master's thigh, breath ragged in her throat as his forked tail-flesh writhed within her.

She was momentarily distracted from the delicious task of slurping at her Master's immense cock, but Syren eagerly took up her slack, swallowing around her Master's cock and massaging his balls eagerly. It was quickly apparent to Aravah that Syren meant to finish him, but regaining some composure, Aravah went not directly for her Master's cock again, but instead, she leaned forward to take one of Syren's pierced nipples between her teeth, burying her slender fingers between Syren's pierced lower-lips, finding the burning nub of her clit and flicking against the tender nub until Syren had to pull away from Master's cock to gasp with pleasure.

When his massive shaft, glistening with her twin's spittle, sprang out from between Syren's lips, Aravah abandoned her attentions on Syren's beautiful body. Her eyes glittering sweet and evil at once, she took advantage of Syren's momentary distraction to swallow down the throbbing flesh of Master's cock into her eager mouth, until the girth of it caused her to gag and choke, and then, she didn't stop. She forced the thick meat down her convulsing throat until tears sprang into her charcoal eyes, her asshole still clenching around the tip of the tail that had invaded her bottom. She knew she would not have long before Syren pushed back between her and the eye-rollingly delicious taste of her Master's cock, so her tongue lashed desperately against it.

Syren

Syren smiled wickedly. "Perfectly, Master."

Her arm shot out like a snake's tongue, her fingers winding through the hair on the back of Aravah's head, and with a sudden push she forced the other succubus's head downward. When Aravah opened her mouth to squeal in protest, Syren adjusted her aim so that open mouth slid right onto the Master's waiting cock.

"That's it, you slut," she growled. "Take him deep! Can you feel his cock down in your neck yet? Pressing deeper? Plugging you completely? Good... now SUCK!" She slid her hand under Aravah's neck, not quite strangling her but rubbing her throat enough so that the Master would feel the massage through the flesh that separated Syren's hand from his shaft. As she did, she began to pull back and forth on the back of the other's head, fucking her Master's cock with the other succubus's mouth and throat.

"Are we clear?"

Aravah nodded her understanding, her throat still impaled on his throbbing meat. She could feel her sister's fingers in her hair and opened her mouth slightly to try and squeak her uncertain protest. Her throat already full of hot cock, she wasn't certain her slender neck could accommodate another inch of him. But Syren knew Aravah's limits were much farther than Aravah often gave herself credit for, and forced another inch, then two, into her choking throat.

"That's it, you slut," Her sister's seductive purr intoned. Aravah loved it when her twin succubus brought out her most impressive potential with a few growled words of filth.

"Take him deep! Can you feel his cock down in your neck yet? Pressing deeper? Plugging you completely? Good... now SUCK!" Aravah nodded with each prompting, she could feel his massive cock not only blocking her airway, but with every pulse of blood through his veiny organ, her throat ached as if his girth might burst it. Syren's fingers pressed into the aching muscles of her throat, giving their Master a handjob through Aravah's flesh.

His tail continued to flick within her bottom, occasionally eliciting a purr of appreciation that hummed deliciously around the cockflesh in her throat. Aravah's eyes were overflowing with tears now, but under the tears, her eyes glowed hot and content. She loved to have her body used like this. Just as the pain/pleasure was about to send her into a shuddering orgasm, Syren's fingers, still laced in her hair, wrenched her head backwards, freeing their Master's pounding cock into the air with an audible pop.

Though momentarily disappointed, Aravah quickly rearranged herself to kneel behind Syren's body, her lacy white fingers wrapping around Syren's plump breasts, pushing them together to create a delicious little valley between the soft mounds of flesh for Dakhan to fuck. Aravah rested her chin on Syren's shoulder, so she would have a perfect view of his cock pounding between her sister's tits, and hopefully, when he came, it would splatter both of their faces.

< Just thought I should mention that I recieved a PM of enjoyment from a fan that's entirely enjoying this thread and our work on it. A female. So just wanted to throw that out there to boost your ego's heh....good work both of you. We'll get to the storyline on my next post.....at quite a dissapointment to Dakhan for being interrupted, mind you >
Dakhan moaned out in utter delight as Syren, without any hesitations of forcing her sisters throat to take more cock, pushed Aravah's head down farther, choking her with his meat. Dakhan could feel Aravah's tight little throat convulse around his shaft as her lungs desperatly tried to find air until Syren yanked her sisters head back, fiercly.

"That was good, Syren. What a way to show your sister here just how to choke on dick....I'm sure that will come in handy once our mission is finaly granted." Dakhan was about to remind them of his second part of instructions when Aravah beat him to it. She moved around behind Syren and fondled her tits a bit, tugging on the nipple rings, gently, until they hardened into rock hard nubs again. She rested her chin on the shoulder of Syren and pushed her sisters tits together to form the perfect valley of tit flesh for Dakhan to slide his cock between. "Good girls....that's perfect." Dakhan, pleased with the attention they were giving to his directions, kept one of his 3 appendages inside the tight ass of Aravah, sliding it deeper even, so that the thickness of it began to stretch her ass. He entwined the remaining two tail-like appendages together and inserted them inside Syren's dripping cunt once they finished they're spiral, joining in a nice thick tip on the end. As he stuffed her fuck hole with it, he moved forward, his wings expanding as he stood, and slide his cock up between the soft skin of Syren's tits with a moan.

"Now, Syren my slut, fuck this cock of mine while you ride what I have deep inside you." He reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and looking into her eyes. "And do it slowly at first....make no mistake, my whore, if you are not mindful and forget to pace yourself, you get nothing; and I'll make Aravah here swallow all of my cum, without sharing it with you first." He let go of her hair and, while waiting for her to begin her task of fucking his cock with her tits and his appendage with her cunt, he changed his attention to Aravah. "And you, don't think you get off so easily either, cunt. You're job is to make sure those tits of hers, and this cock of mine, stay nice and lubed with your spit; and that those tits stay firmly together. Do this for me, and you can clean your sisters tits of my seed after I paint them with it. How does that sound?"

Syren

"I will do as you command, Master, never fear," Syren purred as she slowly slid down onto his dick. With Aravah doing the work pressing her tits together, Syren's own hands were free. With her right hand, she reached around to take hold of the Master's tail at the base, and began stroking it as if giving it a handjob at the same, slow, deliberate pace she was setting with her tits. And with her left, she reached behind, sliding fingers across Aravah's ass and down along the inner contours, her fingertips seeking and finally finding a tender hidden pucker to tease and stroke.

She could feel her breasts parting at the inexorable advance of that spit-slick shaft between them, could feel his huge head buried deep between them as it plowed along the flesh just over her sternum. And then, like a purple whale surfacing from a sea of pale flesh, his cock emerged between her tits. She smiled, then dipped her head down to lick it in greeting. The pearl stud in her tongue slid across the crown of his cock, then slipped into the gaping hole at its tip, fitting perfectly. Syren wriggled her tongue against him, the stud anchoring it in place so the rest of that wet pink muscle worked his tender flesh. Then, as she felt her sister craning forward over a shoulder, she leaned back to give Aravah room to lubricate with her own spit before she slowly began to rise, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding back down into the hidden folds of her tits.

Aravah wiggled her hips in delight as Syren's fingers joined one of their master's tails to attend her own pleasures. She showed her appreciation for her sister's probing fingers by kneading at the full breasts in her hands, her thumbs and forefingers zeroing in on her pierced nipples to tweak them to full hardness, and continue teasing them until they were burningly tender, and caused Syren to jump a little when she gave an especially rough pinch. Syren's bottom was nestled between Aravah's spread thighs, the two of them working as a trained unit for their Master's pleasure.

When he began to bounce his cock between her juicy breasts, Aravah squeezed the orbs of flesh together with each stroke, so that his massive cockhead had to squeeze through the luscious, creamy flesh. With her chin over Syren's shoulder, Aravah's tongue strained forward in hopes of getting to flick the tip of it across Master's cock, for she was terribly missing its taste already, but it was just out of her reach. So she let her spit drip from the tip of her tongue into the valley of Syren's breasts to lubricate it for Dakhan's pounding cock.

All the while, his tail and her fingers were at work between Aravah's thighs, making her impending orgasm draw ever nearer. Her hips began to rock sensuously against her twin's bottom.

Syren

Syren moaned softly at the sensation of Aravah's sex grinding against her ass. She could feel the Master's tails wriggling between them, particularly the two that had coiled and knotted deep inside her own pussy. She squeezed against them, leaning forward as she slowly began to pick up the pace of her titfucking. And behind, she was rubbing her fingertip along the distended rim of Aravah's asshole. Filled as it was with the master's tail, she couldn't get her finger inside, and after a bit, she slid her arm forward and then down between them, against her back. Pressing backward, her palm finally cupped Aravah's pussy, finding it wet and dripping. Here was an empty hole, and her she slid her two middle fingers up into the other succubus's body. She smiled as she heard Aravah squeal in delight, felt her body pressing harder against her. Syren was drooling as well now, both of their spit cascading down into her cleavage and soaking the master's cock. By now, the titfuck was moving quite quickly, and she could feel their shared spittle running down her belly after it had run the gantlet of cock-filled-cleavage.

By now, the master's thrusts were powerful enough that by dipping her head, Syren gave the tip of his cock a soft, wet, welcome hole to nestle in with each upper thrust. She wriggled her tongue against his dick each time, and gave enough suction so each time he pulled back, his cock popped from between her lips. Yet she didn't lose sight of her goal; as soon as she felt him about to come, she would open even wider.

"You like having that ass filled, don't you, Aravah my fucktoy? Show me just how much you can take in that ass."

Aravah purred in pleasure even to be addressed by her Master, "Yessss, Master." She arched her back vulgarly, pushing her hips against the immense thickness of His tail. The truth was, she had already taken more of the length of it than seemed possible, or pleasurable, or sane, but all she needed to grind her teeth and swallow inches and inches more into her clenching bottom was her Master's bidding for her to do so. She ached as if she would split in two, but His look of approval eased the ache, and made the pain feel as good as pleasure.

There was a disturbance as someone entered, but every piece of Aravah's body and mind were trained on tasks of pleasure, which she didn't even think to abandon for the sake of her curiosity. Her fingers continued to knead her sister's breasts, her sex continued to grind against her sister's round ass, her tongue continued to lathe hungrily against the taste of her sister's flesh and send rivulets of spittle between her swollen breasts. And her asshole continued to spasm uncontrollably around the delicious invasion of His relentless tail. So Aravah didn't even flinch when she heard Him say "As for you two sluts, don't you dare fucking stop. You focus on your task while we talk; and keep your mouths shut unless filled with dick."

"So, are you going to stand there and stare, or are you going to get over here and help me with Aravah here?" She heard her Master say moments later, and she couldn't help herself now from craning her neck around and taking in the soldier demon that stood behind her in a state of shock. She had not worried or cared who he was until her Master's words, as if his will had summoned the other demon from thin air for her pleasure. "Get on your hands and knees, slut, he's going to fill that cunt of yours with his cock while I keep your ass stretched and cover Syren's tits with my cum....then we can leave."

Aravah fell to her hands and knees the moment the command left His lips, her stretched bottom waggling in the air delightedly. "Yes, Master." The demon lowered his garments hastily, to free his bobbing cock inches from Aravah's beautiful face, and without another thought, she laid the tip to the center of her velvet pink tongue and took it into her throat in one movement of her head. After sucking her Master's cock, this was child's play, but she was created to crave the taste of any cock, and worked her skilled mouth around the already shuddering demon's organ as if she could not wait for him to fill her tummy with cum. But as the demon tangled his hands roughly into her hair, as though he were about to release in her mouth right then and there, she realized she would have to restrain herself if she wanted the fucking her Master had promised her.

Syren

As she felt Aravah's hands fall away from her tits, Syren's hands immediately slid up to replace them, keeping the master's cock trapped between them. But now, she had more control. She began moving them up and down, causing her large breasts to bob and bounce and adding an entirely new element of friction to the dick trapped between them. She did as she was told and kept her mouth shut except on his upthrusts, when she opened to let him in, worming with either the tip of her tongue or the metal stud against his comehole each time. She was ready to move into any position he demanded as soon as he began to come, and wanted only to be something for his seed to land on and coat at this point. That, and to continue being fucked by the coil of tail in her pussy.

Syren

She sighed loudly, wetly, a thin trickle of drool running from the corner of her slack lips as the incredible pleasure of the Master's two thick entwined tails coiling so deep up inside her continued to do their incredibly satisfying work. And at the same time she felt Aravah's body rubbing and sliding against her as the soldier repositioned her to his liking. Syren felt delightfully at the center of a vortex of lust and desire, and began to pump her tits against the Master's cock even faster.

Yet now she'd been given permission to speak, and so she looked up at him, into his eyes, trying not to glance down with each of his thrusts upward so she could gaze in adoration at the turgid head of his cock each time it surfaced from between her tits.

"Oh fuck yes... I need your cock, Master... I need your seed even more. I can smell it in you, Master, and it's making me drunk with fucklust to know how close it is... I want you to coat my tits with your fucking seed, master. Paint me with your cocksnot, debase me with your white-hot nutjuice so ropes hang from my fucking face and I'm choking on it. And then you can watch as my sister sucks my tits clean and we share your gift between our lips. Please... Master... please come on me... please come for me... please... please... oh fuck squirt on me until I'm drowning in your white sticky gift..."

"Put that fucking cunt in the air, I want to see that ass and pussy, not your face."

The soldier demon growled. But succubus demons are not easily offended, in fact, even as he palmed the side of her face roughly to shove it to the cold stone floor, Aravah grinned and giggled seductively, raising her bottom, stretched with her Master's tail, and her juicy little cunt into the air and wiggling it as if begging for him to pound her. His hands roughly grabbed the spheres of her ass, pushing them apart so the dripping crevice between was bared. Grinning lasciviously, he lined the head of his cock up against the clenching pucker of her pussy.

"Now push back, let me feel that cunt of yours."

Aravah obliged him, pressing herself back onto his impaling meat, her warm, wet heat so tight around him he howled as he pounded into her. But in spite of the delicious pumping she was getting, she was ever tethered to her Master, not only by his probing tail, but in her intense focus and devotion, and of course, her thoughts were never far from her sinful twin. The sounds of Syren's juicy tit fuck made Aravah purr in delight, and as Syren began to plead outright, Aravah joined her
"Please... Master... please come on me..."
"Yes, Master, paint her tits white so I'll have a lot to lick up."
"Please come for me... please... please...,"
"Please,"
"oh fuck squirt on me until I'm drowning in your white sticky gift..."
"And give me that big load in my fucking pussy," Aravah growled softly to the demon servicing her insatiable cunt. "My sister is hungry."

Syren

Syren let the two male demons talk. She had little interest right now in their issues... she knew only that she thirsted to have what her master had squirted on her into her mouth. She sat back and lifted one heavy breast and licked, her expert tongue flashing as it cleaned up the white from the soft flesh of her tit. Her nipple piercings jingled softly as she cleaned herself with tongue, filling her mouth with seed and tasting the warm sticky musk, her head spinning almost as if she were becoming drunk from the stuff. She looked over and saw Aravah lolling on the ground, catching her breath as she lay on her back. One tit still wet with come, she crawled over to the other succubus and leaned in to kiss her, allowing her load of come to drain over lips and tongue into Aravah's mouth.

"mmmm..." she murmured as she ran her fingers down along Aravah's body. "Delicious, is it not? Hold it in your mouth for a bit... enjoy the taste... and I see there's more to gather down below..."

With that, Syren slithered in between Aravah's legs, eager to suck out the come the other demon had deposited inside her body.

Syren came into view over Aravah as she lay prone, still gasping softly in, enraptured with her defilement. Syren was crawling over her, a languid droplet of cum wavering on her nipple before dropping onto the center of Aravah's chest. It felt like fire, it ignited a demon's hunger in her. Syren's sticky breast was like a wet stamp against Aravah's pale bosom as she leaned to press their lips together, a stream of cum ushered between their lips.

"Delicious, is it not? Hold it in your mouth for a bit... enjoy the taste... and I see there's more to gather down below..."

Her sister's voice wove through her pleasure-addled brain as her tongue soaked in the flavor of their Master's seed. Their sharp, bright, beautiful eyes connected as Syren floated her way down Aravah's bare stomach, their gaze only broken as Aravah threw back her head in pleasure at the feel of her sister's lips and tongue...

Syren

Aravah had done a nearly perfect job holding the other demon's deposit in. As Syren settled in between the other succubus's thighs, she saw that only the tiniest white pearl had formed at the juncture of Aravah's sex. Syren's long tongue flicked out, licking that droplet away, and that was enough to trigger a reaction. As Aravah threw back her head, she relaxed, and Syren had a split second impression of the demon's come squirting from her as she lunged forward to meet those other lips with her own.

Syren drank deep, sucking at first, and then sending her incredible and agile tongue up into Aravah's secret places to fish out anything that was left. She did so enjoy Aravah's flavor, and the smoky taint of the other demon's come was a perfect compliment to the feast. Finally, as Syren pulled the last of that banquet into her mouth, she swallowed and stood, helping Aravah to her feet as well. Still a little shaky from their climaxes, the two succubi leaned against each other and watched curiously as Dakhan turned his attention back to them.