The Fall of Marigill (closed for Poprockz)

Gods, it was coming soon. Just a little more and-

Y'Sennia let out a disappointed little noise when he denied her, her hips squirming as that swell of pleasure backed off from the edge. Such a tease... It only made her want it more.

The demon tilted its head slightly before acquiescing to his preference. As they kissed, she shifted forms once more and assumed the form she had been reborn in: one of an average-height woman with curves to spare, with pouty lips, almond-shaped eyes, and a long tail just above her ass. As her form had changed, any scraps of clothing she might have been "wearing" melted away, and instead she had round nipple piercings and a piercing that dangled from her belly button. Wings had emerged from her back, though once materialized they were folded back behind herself. In addition, two horns had grown from her forehead, framed by her short, chin-length hair.

When the fingers were brought up to her mouth, Zandy leaned forward and sucked on them. Her agile hand slipped and glided on and between each of those digits. It was obvious that she could manipulate her tongue much in the same way that Y'Sennia could, though perhaps her own skills surpassed the vampress since her form was changeable at will.

Her eyes flicked up and she didn't have to stop tasting his fingers to reply into his mind with, "mistress prefers to play." At that, her eyes crinkled slightly in mirth. "But she prefers to see you pleased more."
 
Orson cocked an eyebrow down at Zandy as she immediately went to work on his fingers, noting the dexterity of her tongue. That was tantalizing. His cock going wild at the taste of her on his tongue. Succubus, indeed. Removing his hand to wrap it around the back of her neck to bring into his kiss once more. He felt his passions continue to rise. His free hand wrapping around her hip to take a handful of Zandy’s ass.

“Is that so?” He whispered against Zandy’s lips, a slow smile coming across his face and he stepped away to release her. Reaching down to the table, he picked up the lit candle. “Well.. we wouldn’t want to keep her waiting, would we?”

Making his way back before Senni, he took her by the throat and claimed her kiss next. A woman so strong willing to stand here and take from him; it was so enticing. Perhaps they’d find her limits this night. “Mm..” He felt his cock rubbing against her stomach beneath the kilt. Releasing her, he brought the candle close.

Catching a nipple, he pinched it and gave a small pull. While pulled, he brought the candle over her breast, holding it up and allowing the wax to run along the side of the candle… It was a test of patience, he found, even for himself. The wax cooling and slowing before it finally reached the bottom.

And, after a moment, the creamy skin of her breast was rewarded with the heated wax falling from near her head level and landing on her skin to cool.
 
When he pulled her closer for a kiss, Zandy readily met his lips with sensual enthusiasm. She pressed herself close, her body rolling teasingly against him in a slow, enticing manner. Every move seemed to be fluid, as though she was but a relaxed ocean wave that was in no hurry to get to its destination.

Y'Sennia could only watch as the two of them kissed, and she wished she could join them. It was an understatement to say that she was relieved when Orson returned to her, his kiss promising that he wouldn't leave her wanting. Not forever, anyway. That big cock of his wasn't going to fuck or such itself, and she could feel how it roared like a beast trying to burst from its cage.

What was he doing? She watched curiously as he turned away, only to see him with a candle in-hand. Oh my, he was feeling kinky tonight, wasn't he? Candles were something she used sometimes, but typically it was on other people.

Zandy looked very interested in what he was doing, hovering near him as they all watched the wax finally grace the vampress with its bite. Y'Sennia sucked in a breath and bit her lip, while Zandy simply watched hungrily.

"May I remove your kilt, master?" the succubus asked in a silent smile.
 
“Hmm…” Orson moved the candle over Senni’s other breast, his finger and thumb taking that nipple next and watched as the wax began to drip. He considered Zandy’s question; did she deserve to take his kilt off? Had she been good enough? He did remember the feel of her tongue on his fingers; his balls in her mouth.

He supposed he couldn’t see the harm - the candle wax fell onto Senni’s breast a second time. Wonderful. “You may.” He answered Zandy, letting her do away with the kilt as his finger pinched Senni’s nipple harder, wanting that reaction from her. Wonderful.

His free hand left Senni’s nipple to trail back down to her mound, feeling the hunger and the moisture and the heat. Giving it a light spank with his fingers, he tilted his head to gaze down at the glisten of her thighs. It hadn’t made it to her knees yet; she wasn’t quite ready. He delved two fingers inside Senni once more, keeping eye contact with her as the wax began to streak down the side of the candle again. Coming for a third drop.
 
The succubus immediately went to her knees and removed the kilt, unbuttoning it and pulling it down for him to step out of. Her mouth watered at the sight of such a ripe cock. It was practically begging, no, demanding to be sucked as it defiantly stood at attention.

"Ah!" Y'Sennia gasped as his fingers entered her again, and she couldn't help but try to move her hips to encourage him to push deeper. After having taken a cock like his, her pussy craved to be truly filled. At this point though, she would take what she could get. Anything he decided to afford her would be welcome when she was aching so strongly to be granted release.

He would feel a wet tongue make contact with his thigh teasingly flicking up before darting back down. "Your cock looks lonely, master... Do you want Zandy to help you with that? My tongue craves your sweet milk..." Her tail swished back and forth languidly, occasionally shivering as a display of excitement.
 
Orson watched as the wax dripped onto Senni’s skin again, feeling the wetness on his fingers before he felt a tongue on his thigh. He stepped out of his kilt and looked down to the pretty little succubus as she loomed near his proud cock, rigid and at attention.

One spanking, and Senni was being so good for him. She was hungrily riding his fingers and trying to take them deeper. His thumb brushed over her clit and he listened to the noises that came from it. Another drip of wax.

“Not yet.” He denied Zandy as well, with a small smile on his face. “Face your mistress, see how lonely her nipples are? We can’t have that.” He directed her elsewhere; for now. Stepping behind Zandy as she went to work, he crouched a bit to get his cock between her thighs and allowed her to stroke him with them.

He more fervently worked his fingers, just waiting for Senni to tighten up and quiver; he so looked forward to denying her again.
 
No more instruction had to be given for Zandy to understand. She turned and eyed her mistress's breast like a wolf would eye a sheep that had wandered off from the herd. Upon getting up, she leaned over and let her long tongue come out to delicately flick Y'Sennia's nipple. The wetness of it made the vampress twitch, though a moan soon followed as the succubus latched onto her breast and began to lap and suck sensually upon it. The suction of her mouth would pull her breast toward her when her head moved back, only to push back into the breast in her fervor. All the while, her other hand groped her other breast, squeezing the large plump mound and its pert little nipple with effortlessly erotic movements.

Zandy didn't neglect his cock though. Despite having been denied her request, she was just as happy to tease him with the warmth between her slick thighs. They were so soft, as though she used moisturizer religiously to make every inch of her skin enticing. With each movement of her hips her ass would push back on him, and occasionally she would wiggle her ass against him playfully.

"Fuck..." Y'Sennia growled as she trembled, feeling her climax approaching once more. This time perhaps he would allow her to cum. She wanted it so badly, she hoped he would allow it.
 
Another droplet of wax. The room grew hotter as Zandy expertly teased his cock. He’d been so tempted to deny Senni and himself and continue their games. But she was the perfect oil to throw on his fire; and Senni knew it when she gave him permission to command her. The candle reached out again with its heated bite. Clever minx that she was; placing such a distraction in his way. His heart continued to pound as the thighs and moisture of Zandy continued to spread over him. His fingers picked up their pace in Senni as he watched her hips tremble and shake. As he examined Zandy’s hands and mouth on Senni’s perfect tits. One more drop of wax.

His lips came down on Zandy’s shoulder, placing playful bites on his way up her skin, pressing his hips forward and back as she rocked on him. It was more than any one man deserved to feel. Wax. Her scent was so good in his nose; particularly when it was mixed with Senni’s perfume and dripping arousal. He was a man that had reached for the comfort of a lover when he’d arrived in these chambers. Now? He was a man on a mission. His cock throbbed with desire. His moans as Zandy grinded down on him, feeling the top of his tip against her entrance. Inviting, enticing, free for the taking. He was a Chieftain that would be King. It was all his. They were his tonight. He intended to take full advantage. It wasn’t Senni’s fault if she didn’t know what she’d brought out in him. It was Senni’s fault because she knew exactly what she’d done.

Drip. Drip.

Finally, as his fingers brought Senni over the edge? He pulled his fingers in and and out rapidly, getting the most out of it until his soaked hand pulled back and slapped lightly on the lips and clit. He wanted her to buck, he wanted to hear her scream until she was hoarse. To take all the pleasure and drink of it until she was lost in a maddened haze; he rather enjoyed her that way. When all that she focused upon was his cock and his will. He slapped, time and again, until her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

“She’s been so good.” He whispered, finally, pulling the candle away and his soaked hand rose from Senni’s pussy to interrupt the ministrations of Zandy’s mouth, diving his fingers into it to straighten her back against him. Keeping eye contact with Senni, he blew the candle out and tossed it to the stone floor where it could do no damage to his palace. The head of his cock protruded out from the front of the break in Zandy’s thighs, slickened by her heat and shimmering in the firelight. “You’ve been so good.” He whispered to Zandy. “It makes me not want to spank you.”

Turning Zandy next, he brought his lips down to place a furious claim to her kiss. To taste Senni on her lips and his hand reached down, taking a handful of her ass and he lingered here for a moment. Fully enjoying her deft tongue and her enthusiasm. Oh, how he intended to fuck her. Hard, soft, everything in between. He’d fuck her while Senni recovered, then he’d fuck Senni while she recovered. It was going to be wonderful.

For now, however? Zandy deserved to be rewarded. While her kiss was wonderful? The burning of his lungs’ demand for air finally made him raise his head. Taking a deep breath, and another as he felt Zandy’s body still against his raging hard cock. “Fuck..” He leaned down to the side, wrapping his arm around to Zandy’s opposite hip and lifted her effortlessly so that her mons was beautifully in his face. Parted thighs slick with anticipation. Stepping forward so Zandy’s ass was presented to Senni, he brought his free hand up and gathered the back of Senni’s head to bring her lips to that beautiful puckered star. Then his tongue gave a long, luxuriant lick of Zandy’s wonderful pussy. And the taste was unlike anything he’d been expecting. He was intoxicated. Immediately. He took a sharp breath through his nose at how fragrant it was. How sweet the taste! A forbidden nectar that no man could resist! He eagerly began delving his tongue as far as he could get it into her pussy, feeling lips on his cock as he granted Zandy’s request; it would be lonely no longer.

“Mmph!” He groaned into Zandy’s warmth, his tongue finding her clit to begin working on it, his free hand moving to wrap around her hips to keep her secure as he held her up whilst he and Senni brought her great pleasure.
 
The vampress practically writhed as she orgasmed, struggling to stay on her feet as her legs felt weak beneath her from the pleasure. Wax drops littered her chest, each of them a love-bite of pain and bliss. When the final smack to her pussy came, she trembled and panted, slumping slightly against her restraints as she caught her breath. As always, she was not going to go to sleep unsatisfied. She watched as the other two shared a passionate kiss, and she wondered what his next move would be.

Zandy hadn't had a threesome like this in a long time. How long had it been now... 100 years? While she was Y'Sennia's shadow, she wasn't usually allowed more than a few licks of the vampress's guest, or perhaps even a fondle or two. There were times where the vampress would take her into her bed in various forms, and those were the times she enjoyed the most. However, while she very much enjoyed fucking with the night enchantress, she missed cocks and she missed threesomes and orgies. Not the ones that demon had her participate in, but the ones with regular demons who respected her art.

She found herself flipped upside-down- a classic standing 69 position. It was one of the positions she favored, so she was pleased he had similar inclinations. The succubus moaned, a sound as sweet as a harp being strung, though it was only in their minds. Zandy had watched him eat her mistress out on many occasions, and now she was excited to experience it herself.

This human had a large cock- quite impressive. It was right in front of her face now, and he hadn't told her that she couldn't suck it. Before he decided to change his mind, she eagerly snaked her tongue around his cock before pulling it into her mouth. While Y'Sennia could accomplish many feats as a night enchantress, she simply couldn't do all of the things a succubus could do, especially one who could change their shape. She inhaled his cock right down to the base with no problem whatsoever, not even a retch. Her throat was tight and warm, and her tongue... her tongue wasn't satisfied staying on his cock as she sucked on him. It instead snaked down to play with his sack, fondling it slickly.

Y'Sennia smirked to herself at his guiding hand, knowing what he intended and knowing that Zandy would be thrilled. Her long tongue travelled from the top of the demon's crease down to her perfect star, working its way inside before tasting it deeply.

Oh gods... the succubus very much enjoyed being eaten out on both ends at once, though she figured that Y'Sennia herself could do with a little reciprocation. Her tail lifted until it found the source of Y'Sennia's wetness. It rubbed against her petals for a few passes before moving past it to play with her ass, making the taller woman squirm slightly. Squirming wouldn't prevent her slick tail from entering her tight hole though, and soon she was stuffing it inside in deep, rhythmic strokes. Assplay for as splay was fair game, she figured.
 
Zandy’s sweet, aromatic sex was unlike anything he’d ever tasted before. It burned with a heat that seemed to raise vapors off of it that fogged his mind with want. His entire body seemed to react to it. His heart sped up and thundered; nearly in protest of being confined to sit within his ribs and do its duty of pumping blood through his body. His grip on Zandy tightened, possessive and wanting more of her. His mind clouded with the sounds of her pleasure. A soft echo as his vision blurred and contrasted down to a single minded tunnel. This was a ledge even the strongest of wills likely had a hard time stepping away from. A point of no return. His cock jumped in time with his heart with the fury of its work. He-

The sensation of Zandy on his cock made him tighten his grip on her further. “Oh!” The immediate consumption and inhalation made his fingers go white knuckled on Zandy where he held her; likely bruising her soft skin. Every nerve of his cock, all at once, lit up as though slow, sensual lightning was dancing between it all. The suction of lips was usually the best part, but he could feel that on every part of his dick. As though her cheeks and throat were a wet pocket consisting of warm softness; tightly constricting around him and the head received attention that threatened to buckle his knees. One leg did shake a bit. “Fuck..” He groaned against her sex, having forgotten what he was doing for a moment.

Eventually, however? After two deep breaths, Orson blinked and looked back to the shimmering invitation that was Zandy’s entrance. Oh, he wanted her to cum. Hard. And often. He brought his tongue back to its beloved work, sucking Zandy’s perfect little clit into his lips and began carving his name into it with the tip of his tongue. Over and over, and going in reverse process. His arm snaked around her better, securing his grip so he could free one hand. Bringing it up, he slid his fingers across Zandy’s thigh until he could tease a finger at the lips of her entrance.

His hips pushed back and forth in rhythm with Zandy’s work on his cock when he felt his balls suddenly having a wonderful time, too. His finger rewarded her by diving inside. Feeling how welcome and inviting it was, he hardened in Zandy’s mouth, somehow, even further. The tip engorging against her throat. Every nerve engaged at once all over it. His toes curled, another finger finding her entrance and diving in. It all felt so good; it was beyond all reason. He was beyond all reason. Pulled into a tryst of three the likes of which many men would never dare dream of.

He was fortunate that his desire for Zandy to cum was taking up much of his own mind’s capacity. It gave him something else to focus on; for if Zandy wanted to simply suck him off? She, quite likely, could do it in less than ten minutes. A being designed, perfectly, to bring pleasure to others on any plane of existence; yet focused on a mortal man? The limits of pleasure she could bring were likely mind breaking to those weak of will; leaving a man a drooling mess, so in love he could focus on nothing else. She’d become the object of obsession.. And Orson could understand why.
 
Zandy was having a very good time being sandwiched between two hungry mouths. The tongue in her ass was long and agile, while the tongue against her clit was unrelenting and eager. The tongue in her pussy- wait, no. Those were his fingers. Regardless, she was glad to have something stimulating her there. It didn't matter whether the fingers were long or big (though that certainly helped), it more mattered whether they knew how to please her. It seemed as though he didn't have any trouble in that department though, as his curled fingers massaged her velvet tunnel.

She moaned salaciously before pulling off his cock to switch things up a little; her mouth engulfed his balls in their entirety while her tongue wrapped around his shaft like the horniest of snakes. The wet appendage jerked his cock, the tip of it playing with the very head of his penis. Sometimes she would rub it against the slit of his mushroom, while other times she would merely trace it teasingly along the frenulum.

Her nails dug into his hips as she felt her orgasm approach, though she didn't let up her own actions in the slightest. A succubus was a professional at embracing pleasure while concentrating on her own goals. When it came, she squealed and groaned as her eyes rolled up, her thighs shivering. Ah... that was it... An orgasm was as more proof that there were benevolent gods in this world than anything else. There was nothing more fulfilling, nothing more delightful.
 
Orson all but growled into Zandy’s pussy as she changed her methods on his cock and balls. The sensations causing his arm to wrap tighter around her; making the veins in his bicep curl in effort and pleasure. His knees shook a bit. He and Senni worked on her until efforts were rewarded and he only believed she was sweet before she came. The release of fluids from her womb to lubricate her was heavenly; or something far, far more sinister. Something a man could be lost in.

Bringing Zandy’s head up as he righted her, he sat her upon her feet with her back to Senni. Leaning over her, he brought his lips to Senni’s kiss; wanting to taste Zandy’s ass whilst offering up Zandy’s sweet pussy to her. His free hand took another handful of succubus ass. His fingertips turning white. He was losing his ability to be gentle and kinky and patient. They were bringing out a monster that had been buried for all of two days; since they left the White Peaks.

“Fuck.” He finally needed air again, and backed away from the two of them. His breathing ragged and his eyes were clouded over in want. Reaching over, he snagged the chaise lounger as though it weighed nothing, his raw strength brought it close so it could be laid upon and look on Senni’s form from her restrained perch at the foot of the bed.

He’d not leave Senni wanting for long, but he did grab Zandy again, lifting her and depositing her onto the chaise lounge on her back. The palms of his hands pushed her legs apart at her knees. “These are always open for me.” He instructed, then hooked her knees to pull her closer and he looked over to Senni, making sure she could see Zandy’s beautiful pussy, the head of his cock that dripped precum onto Zandy’s mons.

He leaned down over Zandy, claiming her kiss for a moment. His hand came to run through her dark hair and down over her breasts to take handfuls. Eventually, he leaned up and sat on his knees. “It’s time.” He announced it, bringing the head of his cock to the wonderful velvet folds before him. And his eyes immediately closed as he slid inside. It was tight personified. Every inch was welcomed with what could only be described as bliss inducing pleasure and friction.

She was amazing. He sank into her until he felt his balls against her ass. “Oh.. Oh fuck.” His hand reached up, taking Zandy’s throat as he began slowly stroking her. But it wouldn’t be long, he was quite sure, until he was fucking her like she owed him something. It was entirely too good not to. He was only a man. He only had so much restraint.

And all for Senni’s viewing pleasure. Though.. She only had so much control herself.
 
"Oh yes..." Zandy purred when he entered her. Nothing could compare to a man's cock, not a metal dildo, not a tail, not even a fist. There was just something so satisfying about the way a cock felt and moved while inside her. It was as though her body craved it like a man in a blizzard craved heat. And his cock was just right- thick and long, attached to a man with strong hips that could drive it into her with purpose.

Her eyes were fixed upon him, the demon welcoming the fingers around her neck. It was a collar of lust, appropriate for one who was a slave to such things. She raised her arms above her head in a relaxed way, giving her breasts more room to jiggle from his movements.

"Yours is the first cock I have felt in many years," she cooed into his mind. "It is a glorious cock. Powerful... strong... just like the Chieftain King of the Kota."

Meanwhile, Y'Sennia wished she was the one lying on her back on the lounge. instead, she could only watch as he sank into the succubus with each thrust. It was a wonder, that pussy. By what she could see, it gripped him as tightly as a pussy could grip a man, and yet it was lubricated enough to let him pull back again. She bit her lip. Now that her hands were free, she could touch herself once more.

One of her hands went to play with her breast while the other started rubbing at her wet pussy as she watched. She wanted to see him cum all over her. Or perhaps it would be hotter to watch the look on her face as she received his seed. Both were delectable options.
 
Oh it was good. Itwassogood. Orson’s hips picked up in pace as Zandy’s arms went over her head and her breast bounced and jiggled with his thrusts. One hand held her hip at such an angle that Senni could watch as he did. As he looked down to the pussy that coated and gripped and massaged while he was inside her. His grunting intensified as his thrusts did. His hand tightened around her throat as he took her.

“Senni.” He spoke the name of the Night Enchantress, pulling his gaze away from Zandy’s pussy. “Kiss.” He spoke the command, turning his head towards the approaching woman and he felt the lips on his as his cock sank into Zandy once more. His kiss was filled with a furious passion; burning hotter than he knew he had. His tongue dancing with hers and he only barely remembered Zandy needed air. He heard the gasps as he let up on her throat. “You’re next.” His whisper was a promise against Senni’s lips.

Looking back down to Zandy, as though to check on her as his hips continued driving into her. He brought his hand from her throat to grope wantonly at her breast, pinching her nipple before he spanked the side of it. Testing her want of pain with her pleasure. “Fuck.” He said, breathless, and took Zandy’s throat once more. “So tight and..” He didn’t have words. There weren’t words; none that he knew, anyway. The way her hips welcomed and gave a bittersweet goodbye with each stroke? It caused his breath to quicken. His hand releasing to give her breath before he took it away again.

Sweat began to sheen on his chest and down his abs. His powerful thrusts sending her breasts careening in his merciless passion.
 
He would find a pair of legs wrapping around him, her ankles locking behind him as he continued his thrusts. She had no intention of letting him pull out of her, not after she had gotten a taste of what it was to fuck a man again.

"You know..." The succubus mused, "unlike my mistress, my womb is lush and fertile. Any man could cum inside me and make me with child... With his child."

Her arms came down so that she could let her fingers drift down her stomach and back up, finally cupping her breasts and squeezing them. Leaning forward slightly, her head came down so she could lick one of her nipples, her long tongue playing with the little rosebud. It was partially performative, but part of the fun of it all was seeing how one's partner reacted to such teases.

"Would you like to try to breed me as your slut? Gush inside me to sow your kingly seed within this unworthy body? Mmm..." She hummed in his head, her words seeming to enticingly caress him even without a physical presence. "I would like that. To feel your cream find its mark and grow inside me, to have my breasts swell with milk..." Zandy sucked her nipple into her mouth and suckled at it, her tongue occasionally circling around between her lips and the breast itself.

Y'Sennia found the suggestion to be very hot; there were times where she would pretend to herself that her own womb wasn't barren, and that his cum would spark the fire of life within her. It was a mere fantasy, but it turned her on to daydream about. The woman moved behind him and kissed his shoulders before licking his neck, sucking on it between licks and kisses.
 
Orson was lost. For all her words were crass? His cock throbbed at the thought of watching a woman swell with his child; it awoke something primal in him that caused him to lose whatever mercy he had for Zandy’s pussy. As well as the feeling of buttery soft thighs on his hips. Delicate ankles that became strong in their lock around the small of his back.

The velvet kisses of the Night Enchantress on his shoulder as she seemed to work in tandem with her succubus. His hand gripped Zandy’s hip harder. He knew Senni was going to bite him when he got close. He’d be hard pressed to stop her in his current predicament. He couldn’t even get his cock all the way out of Zandy with the grip she had on him.

And he didn’t want to get out of her. His eyes followed her hands over her perfect tits. The squeeze that made his hand release her throat so could get her tongue to the perky nipple. He used that hand to reach up and placed it on the back of Senni’s head as she licked his skin; got a taste of his sweat. His balls began to burn. His breathing became ragged.

As he thrusted, it got closer. The pressure spreading caused him to nearly fall forward, only catching himself on the hand that released Zandy’s hip. His hand was over her head, staring down into her eyes as her moaning in his mind became a real and tangible caress at the edges of his sanity. It was with a single minded purpose that he drove his cock into her with ferocity. The sound of wet slapping and.. She’d not find him so easy; the same as Senni hadn’t.

His hand on the back of Senni’s head had pulled her with him. And he guided Senni down to Zandy’s neck. “Bite her.” He wanted Zandy to cum so hard she forgot she wasn’t allowed to scream. He didn’t know what a succubus coming on his cock felt like; and he found himself rather curious.

And he was a man of enough will and fortitude to find out. Though.. He was quite sure his own seed would fire out in droves if it felt too good.
 
Zandy's hold around his hips didn't weaken even when he picked up the pace, but that was the only form of control she exerted on him at the moment. Instead, she was enjoying him taking her for a hard, rough ride. Her pussy was being jostled so forcefully, her insides practically being subjugated into pleasure. It was amazing. At one point she simply laid back with her long tongue lolling out as she panted, a look of deliriousness on her beautiful features.

Y'Sennia didn't hesitate to move herself into position, kissing the woman's neck where it met her shoulder as she waited for the right time to strike. As the succubus's telepathic moans escalated, the vampress finally pounced and sunk her teeth into her shadowy neck.

"Aaaaaah!" It was a scream and a moan at the same time, the sound actually coming from the demon's lips this time. The candles in the room flickered weakly, the very fire in the hearth sputtering at the sexual energy she let off in the throes of her orgasm. There could be felt a vibration in the air, something that shook the room and could be felt vibrating against their feet from the floor. It permeated both Orson and Y'Sennia as though seeping into their minds and bodies. It was a blissful high that tightened one's balls and quivered one's pussy.

The succubus's pussy spasmed and squirted, milking him in such an exquisitely tight and chaotic way. It was as though thousands of tiny tongues were servicing him within her even as he was gripped.

Y'Sennia found her legs feeling weak and she let herself drop to her knees as she licked the wound shut. None of them were aware at the time, but anyone sleeping in the vicinity had just orgasmed in their sleep; many would wake up with wet or sticky sheets in the morning.

The vampress's eyes glanced around the room nervously, and she couldn't help but feel concerned about this development. Surely one orgasmic moan wouldn't draw her former tormentor to them? She had to hope that this was the case as the clock could not be turned back now. As much as she was willing to try to protect Zandy, such things were hard to do when faced with a powerful demon. While vampires were formidable in their own right, one of the things that kept them alive for so long was the wisdom to know that picking fights with the wrong people was a good way to end up dead, and that subterfuge was a much safer tool than combat in getting what one wanted.
 
And felt too good, it certainly did. Orson’s cock was almost in pain at the near bulging of how much cum burst out of him with the first throb of it. He didn’t even notice anything in the room; he couldn’t have. He felt the milking movements of a quaking pussy that wanted everything he had to give. His thighs and abs soaked with succubus squirt and cum. He felt it dripping off of his balls. His seed didn’t stop at one throb, no no.. Oh no.

It was as though someone pulled a mighty dam from a river. He felt his balls shaking as his entire body tightened up; every vein on his vascular muscles bulged and throbbed at the mind-shattering power of it. The pleasure was almost too much. And his breathing finally restarted with a ragged gasp, while Senni was on her knees on one side of Zandy? He’d collapsed to the other. Mostly on top of Zandy, sweat mingling and he had an arm over her, leaned on his elbow as he felt the rocking of hips to coax and milk and take and drink.

He couldn’t speak. It would require the panting to stop. He closed his eyes, bearing his hips down on her again. Grinding as deep as he could go in the absolute mess he’d made. His hand trembled as it finally moved, coming from the edge of the chaise and he reached for Senni’s cheek.

Guiding them close together, he took a moment to kiss the both of them at once. Cock still throbbing inside of Zandy and he couldn’t move yet. His legs felt useless, his arm shook from the effort just to hold him up and not lay entirely on Zandy. Her skin was so smooth beneath him; against his heaving chest and quaking abs.
 
Oh glorious cum! The Succubus could feel his balls emptying into her in a gushing torrent. She could only twitch underneath him with a far-off look in her eye. She had so much cum inside her now... Perhaps she would ask her mistress to drink it out of her pussy and share some of it with her so she could drink from it. Or maybe if Orson was preoccupied with Y'Sennia after this, she could curl up and let it drip out of her pussy and into her own mouth. That sounded delicious...

She was pulled from her thoughts as she felt their mouths against her own and the succubus gratefully kissed them back. She was grateful that he had sought to give her such a pleasurable night, and grateful that her mistress had allowed it. Though... she supposed she could give back a little since he had given so much of himself.

Her tail snaked around his leg and gently lifted his balls, the tip glowing where it contacted him. His once drained balls started to refill themselves, and soon he was completely restocked. She was a greedy one, she could admit. But mainly she knew it would feel better for him if he could unleash his full torrent of cum once he was ready for another round.
 
Orson tasted the sweet tongues sliding against his, but he eventually felt the burn in his lungs that said he needed air. Desperately. He felt a strange energy on his sack. A strange tingling unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He groaned as he sat up, eyes half lidded as he looked down at Zandy and Senni.. And the feeling of his balls.. What had been a contented, empty, happy sack? He felt the heavy fullness all over again.

And he took a deep breath, his hand gathering the back of Senni’s neck and he guided her over Zandy’s velvety skin. Slowly, he wanted to see her tasting his sweat off of Zandy’s nipples. He wanted to see Zandy squirming from the post orgasm sensitivity. He wanted it all. He wasn’t sure when he’d ever make it back; but he knew one thing was certain. He was still lost. Guiding Senni past Zandy’s navel, he got her face close. He wanted her to see the mess.

He slowly backed his weakening cock out of Zandy, looking down past Senni at what spilled out of her. What a mess, indeed. He guided Senni to his cock, only briefly. The sensation of her lips and tongue making him shake, the nerves still too hot. He bit his tongue so as not to cry out at the feeling. He backed away and let Senni do what she would to Zandy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took a deep breath, a hand running back through his hair as he watched them. He hadn’t forgotten his promise; his eyes moved over the dark hair and the side profile of the Night Enchantress that would get the best of any man..

She was next. He was a man of his word. He just needed the fire in his body to die down.. Just a bit.
 
Zandy mewled telepathically as his cock withdrew from her, having regained enough of her senses to return to her silence. Even such a simple movement made her shudder. Though a normal woman would be sensitive as well, a succubus was built for sex and thus was hyper-aware of every caress that might grace her. Every kiss the vampress made down her body was felt acutely, and she found herself at the other woman’s mercy.

When Y’Sennia had cleaned his cock as much as much as she was allowed to, she found herself between the succubus’s legs. He was right- there was quite the mess there. Part of her felt just a little jealous that Zandy could have Orson’s child if she wanted to from all that cum. It made her want to take it from her.

Her head dipped down and she started to clean the other woman’s thighs, then the puddle between her legs on the lounge, then the cream on her labia. That wasn’t what she really wanted though; what she really wanted was hidden away, trying to swim its way up to greener pastures. Her ruby lips pressed against Zandy’s entrance, parting to let her long tongue snake out and then slip between her petals and further still.

It was obvious from the way the other woman squirmed that Y'Sennia's tongue was going deep inside like a hummingbird trying to get every drop of nectar out of a bountiful flower. Though it was not nectar she sought: it was Orson's thick cum. Her throat would move as she swallowed each mouthful that she greedily licked and slurped.

“Y’Sennia! I’m sensitive! Ah!” Zandy moaned, her thighs trying to close only for a pair of insistent hands to grab them and hold them apart.
 
Orson felt something from Zandy’s juices still on him. It stung a little at first, but it also, as it entered his bloodstream? With his balls so full from the succubus’ tail? He could feel the heat radiating off of him, a bead of sweat following the lines of his face and jaw and down the curvature of his chest and along his abs. He was incensed and possessed by the sight before him. As Senni ran her tongue over Zandy’s skin and eventually wound up between her thighs.

What a sight it was, watching that agile tongue over Zandy’s lovely petals and clit and then the seal of Y’Sennia’s lips to the entrance. His cock stirred. His eyebrow cocked, however, as he watched Y’Sennia’s throat work once.. And twice.. And then a third time. She was.. His hand came down across Senni’s reddened backside. “Don’t just swallow it all.” He rubbed Senni’s ass cheek gently. “Make sure you share.”

He’d smirked while he said it. His hand moving up Senni’s back, the backs of his fingers touching her cheek and then his palm flattened over Zandy’s stomach and he reached for a pierced nipple, giving it a pinch. “And you; how dare you close your legs for your mistress. I’ve a mind to spank you next.” He lifted a leg and planted his knee on the chaise, his other leg staying planted on the ground. Taking Zandy by the shoulders, he guided her to turn just a bit so that her head hung off the side. His hand cupping her chin to crane her neck and show her the cock that had just ravaged her.

Hard and ready. Again. By some Succubus and Night Enchantress shaped miracles.

He cupped Zandy’s chin to part her lips, though he doubted he needed to, as he brought his cock to them. He waited a moment, allowing Zandy’s agile tongue to work and oh.. There it was. He fed her every bit of his cock until his balls were against the bridge of her nose and the muscles of Zandy’s throat bulged, displaced by his girth.

He held himself there for a moment, then brought his hands to the sides of Zandy’s face and began a slow throat fucking; intently watching her hips and legs and Senni. Eventually, he bore down on her and waited. Wanting her hips to squirm as her air was cut off and Senni was deep in her sensitive pussy diving for cum.
 
The smack to Y'Sennia's ass brought her back up for air, and she licked her lips as he chided her for her gluttony. She surmised based on his words that he wanted Zandy to be afforded some of his cum. While she felt entitled to drinking his cream, she supposed she could share if that was what he wanted.

Begrudgingly, she stopped swallowing the cum that she gathered, instead letting it build up in her mouth. Though this ended up causing some of it to leak out and drip down her chin, moving further to slowly trickle down her neck. As she glanced up, she could see Orson teasing the demon with his cock. The thing was the stopper that prevented any air to pass if he pushed down on her just right. The woman smirked; she knew this game.

Withdrawing a bit, her tongue curled so that whenever she thrusted her tongue into that wet pussy or pulled it out, her tongue would also rub against her clit.

The two of them working on her caused Zandy to make a muffled cough, her hips writhing as she put her hands on his hips in a silent plea for air.
 
That muffled cough? Oh. Oh how Orson loved that sound. He shouldn’t and he knew it, but he did. He stayed buried until her hips wiggled just enough and he pulled back, letting her choke and cough and he nodded Y’Sennia the go ahead to come share. He took a step back, knowing from how deflated his balls had been and how much he’d spurted inside Zandy? There would be plenty more.

What was getting into him? He felt this insatiable lust inside. Just hours ago, he’d been ready to tell Senni that he needed to focus on his wife. That he needed to start a family and there would be no room for nights like these. Not while his mortal life still lingered and he had children to raise. Now? Now he wasn’t sure he could walk away from it. The Iron Vale still needed conquering. Still desired a King.

His mind was snapped back to reality as he watched Senni’s approach with the mouthful of cum for Zandy, his hand coming down to Zandy’s wrist that had been on his hip begging for breath, and he guided that hand to his hard shaft. And he was ready to drive it back down Zandy’s throat once Senni departed for the next load. But he wanted to see this, too.

He wanted it all. These two, the Iron Vale, even Dremara. And he would take it all.
 
She coughed and sputtered as she was finally given reprieve, gasping for the air she had so desperately lacked. Her eyes were wide, but there was a breathy chuckle in between her coughs. As far as she was concerned, this was child's play in comparison to the torture she had endured when in that devil's cage. At least he allowed her to breathe when he knew she had reached her limit. At least he didn't bring out his knife and carve into her. At least he didn't-

There was a shudder before she felt a hand on her cheek, Y'Sennia's lips coming to meet her own. She relaxed as the vampress's cum-soaked tongue slid into her mouth, and soon she found herself being fed Orson's cum as though she was a baby bird seeking sustenance from their mother. Her eyes closed as she swallowed gratefully, allowing just a little to remain in their mouths so they could pass it back and forth between them.

Meanwhile, her hand jerked Orson off slowly, her wrist aiding in her practiced movements. It would be a long night for this long cock, but she was in no rush to have him cumming once more. After all, this hard cock needed to satisfy them both tonight.

The Vampress pulled back at one point, a long, gooey strand of cum and saliva stretching between their tongues before she kissed her again. Though that had been enough time for Zandy to notice the sloppy drippings. She broke the kiss and licked up Y'Sennia's chest, gathering the white trails for herself as the vampress sighed contentedly.
 
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