Succubus, satyr, slave, sex, sadism
The cold winds blew over a stone platform at the edges of a dark looking valley. The air was chilled not only by the airflow through a cleft in the mountains, but also the small amount of water spray coming off of a nearby waterful. This slab of stone bore no immediate sign, other than having been worked and a stone arch at the back of it leading into the region beyond of being there for a specific purpose. From within the archway, a woman dressed in dark purples and reds emerged, her slinky and form-hugging dress swaying with each step. Here, her power still existed, but by proclaiming it a 'neutral' ground of sorts, it would allow someone to come and speak with her, as would happen today. Something about a ... toy. "Now, now... what are they bringing me ...?" she purred softly, curious at the opportunity.
*As the distant view of a figure began to grow, it was soon visible by a second, smaller figure also approaching from the distance, and as the 2 approached, there was a chain between the 2, on one end of the "leash" was a large male holding onto the end of it with just one hand in a grip. On the other end of the leash was a collar, around the neck of a satyr girl. After the 2 stopped in front of the other, The man just let off and pushed the girl by her shoulder down to her knees on the ground, then tossed his end of the chain to the person in front of them before turning and walking away after he spoke. "Just make sure you bring her back in one piece now."
Abrienda laughed, her eyes practically shining with a sick sort of mirth. Her hand took hold of the chain tossed towards and she looked at him with an evil smirk on her lips. "Oh my. Such latitude. Oh, I assure you, she'll still be alive and in one piece," she purred, not giving satyrius a single glance as her hand tugged the chain, indicating what the satyr was expected to do. "She will be deposited at the arranged location tomorrow."
*She moved her hands in fists behind her with her arms behind her back, quickly moving up and standing up on her hooves before she began to walk forward, keeping herself quiet and her gaze down, following the chain connected to the collar around her neck as the little tug guided her. Though she was practically exposed, she still wore a skimpy black outfit that barely covered her breasts, and did even less to cover her ass with an even skimpier skirt.
Abrienda yanked on the chain once the two of them were alone. Stepping through the gateway, she pulled her through and into what looked nothing like the valley seen from the platform. This small place belonged to her, and its pathways and secret lairs were hers to command and move. The dank, dungeonish look of the hallways might have had a familiar feeling for satyrius, the smell of filth and blood littered the halls, stronger from each room along the walls. "Tell me your name, toy," she said in a cold, distant tone. "I would know it before we begin."
*She kept her head down, but as she went through and realized her, somewhat more familiar surroundings, she couldn't help but look around a bit with her eyes. Though she kept from showing any resistance and just kept following along, the feeling of a steady growing of intimidation hidden well with all her experience, she was very obedient, and answered in an almost casual tone. "satyrius"
"A lovely name," she said as she stopped at the third door, opening it and stepping through. Within, a low wooden table with ropes attached to a turncrank on one side and the base stood at the center of the large room. Racks of bladed, rusty looking weapons and tools stood everywhere, chains on the walls and other implements reminiscent of a proper inquisitor's chambers. "Undress yourself, satyrius. I want to have a look at what it is I have ... acquired for the day."
"Yes, mistress" *She said as she nodded slightly, then moved her hands in front of herself and onto her outfit, then began to unbutton it, before letting her breasts completely revealed, and what was an obvious piercing in each of her nipples. As she let it fall down past her legs and down to her hooves, she then put her hands against the sides of her legs as she began to wiggle her furred ass and legs out of her skirt, before letting it go past her knees and falling to the floor. She then stepped out of them and turned herself around before facing the other and stopping with one hand on her hip, the branding on her ass, the words on her collar and the piercings on her body clearly visible to the other.*
"Excellent," she whispered, walking straight forward towards satyrius and looking the beautiful slave over with a critical eye. One of her taloned fingers reached down between her legs, boldly and lewdly rubbing over that pierced bit of flesh below, twinging at it while she smiled and licked her lips. "Give me a little whimper. I want a taste of what I'm going to hear once I have you strapped in properly," she whispered, beginning to walk backwards, her fingers coiling up to the base of her collar and dragging at her, pulling towards the rack one step at a time. "And tell me... how has your master punished you in the past?"
*She just kept as still as possible as the other teased at her, unable to keep from making a little whine under her breath as she felt the rubbing right on her sensative clit, over that even more sensative spot where she was pierced. As her collar was gripped and she was guided forward, she hesitantly walked forward. As she answered, she just lowered her head and closed her eyes, almost whispering as she spoke as she put her hands up to her own chest and very gently cupped her own breasts as she showed her piercings as she spoke. "He did this to me."
"Please... complement him on his choices in piercings when you have the chance. You must always be in discomfort," she purred, stepping up to the table and motioning towards it. "Be a good girl and get onto the rack. There are new experiences you should know." Unlocking the chain from her collar, she turned towards the doorway and nodded towards it, the wood closing and latching locked by the power of her will before she took hold of one of the ropes set at base of the table's corner.
*She couldn't do anything to such a harsh remark but keep her mouth shut and take it. After the tense moment passed, she just climed up onto it and closed her eyes, then laid down onto it, putting herself on her back. Then she forced herself to put her arms above her head, and spread her arms apart above her head. Even harder was forcing herself to spread her legs apart, the cold slab against the warm fur on her legs as she just closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself as best she could.*
Coils of rope animated almost as soon as satyrius was in position. Even as she obeyed, they were snaking once, twice around her wrists and pulling tight while the demoness handled one of those hooves personally, allowing the rack to handled the other. The satyr would feel her body being yanked into position and held, spread eagled there. "Now then," she said, purring while she began to remove her dress and collect a small metal object that looked almost like an ornate metal pear with a crank on one side. Silk slid to the ground and the demoness walked up to the side of the table, gripping the crank and giving it a single, savage tug to net the first pull at her victim's arms before reaching out and flicking one of her nipples. "I think you're going to remember my name soon. I am Abrienda... and if your screams please me enough, perhaps we will see each other again..."
*She just breathed faster as she felt those restraints tighten around her wrists and ankles, As her arms began to tug tighter, she just gripped her hands into fists and her whole body quickly stiffened, leaving the fur on her legs standing straight and her mouth to close tightly, for the moment, the only sounds she made was increasingly rapid breath with every inhale and exhale she made into the air. It was quickly becoming apparent that whatever the demoness had planned, it was going to include being tortured. She let out another whimper under her breath as her nipple was flicked against, sending her chest rising and falling some as she quickly took another, somewhat louder breath.*
"A little resistance, mmm?" she sang in a soft, sibillant voice. She reached over and turned the rack another two cranks, locking it in a point where the girl's body would be stretched like she was in the middle of hard preparations for a workout. As she attempted how ... loose the girl had kept her body, she reached down, plucking up the small pear and waving it in front of satyrius' face while her taloned fingers ran slowly down the girl's arm. "Tell me. Do you know what this little toy is?" she asked, a wicked grin in her features.
*She breathed faster as the tense pulling and grip on her limbs went tighter, causing her to make a little yelp under her breath as she tried to straighten her back and take it as best she could. After another moment of whatever she could get to relax, her eyes looked up at it, studying it slightly before she spoke, her voice somewhat heightened by her rather, tense state of those powerful binds on her ankles and wrists. "No, I have never seen that before." *She answered, speaking somewhat fast as she quickly breathed.*
"This was a favorite toy of the inquisition," she said, resting it on satyrius' belly and stroking it once. "It was called the pear of anguish, and was used to torment and pull confessions from those guilty of sexual crimes, little sluts... just like you." And her fangs showed as she lifted it reaching down and pushing hard against with the palm of her hand against the barbed prick in the satyr's clit while prying at her labia. Her other hand, waisting no time on foreplay, proceeded to shove the pear, a cold metal prong not all that smaller than a thick man's cock into her canal hard, not pausing until only the crank was visible. The crank turned once more on its own, a jerk at her joints coming as the demoness smiled up at her.
*As she looked down at it as best she could with her eyes, she couldn't keep from a little shudder as the demoness began to discribe it to her, then she closed her eyes and turned her head, trying as hard as she could to keep herself still as it was roughly shoved past the lips of her sex and inside her. She quickly raised her head back up and let out a yelp as the as her arms and legs stiffened even more, but for the moment the increasing discomfort she felt in her knees and elbows was not as alarming as what she now felt, cold and large, wedged inside her pussy. She quickly raised her head up slightly and began pleading with the demoness with her words. "I can submit to you as much as you'd want, you don't have to resort to this."
"I know that I don't," she practically cooed. "I know that if I asked you to get on your knees and let me piss in your mouth, you would do it without hesitating... and soon enough, i will do just that. However, I love watching a beautiful body break just a little bit. I adore hearing pretty girls suffer at my hands. I want to hear you scream." And, as she said it, nimble fingers turned the crank inside of satyrius twice. The first turn didn't feel like anything, but the second.... had the pear expanded? Was it starting to baloon bigger? True, it was still a normal size, but if it kept getting bigger, it would be as bad as if she really had shoved a bladed cock right into her body. "Besides, you need to be held like this, because your legs are going to want to be as stretched as much as possible very soon." She crawled up on top of the Satyer, her tail reaching around behind her while she straddled her hips, turning it again while talons dug into soft orbs of flesh and she leaned up, lips less than an inch away from her own. "Prove you'll submit. Beg me to spread your whore pussy until it can't spread anymore
*She could only just listen to those horrible words, She could barely hide her emotions as the tears began to fill up in the corners of her eyes. But as soon as that even more horrible device began to spread her sex tighter, It took everything she had to keep herself from panicking as the fear began to set in. As those talons touched her once again and dug into her, her hands were in fists so tight her fingers were practically white. As the demoness spoke right in front of her face, she could only force herself to obey and submit to such a demanding request, her voice almost breaking as she fought back the tears and tried to prepare herself as much as she could, speaking in barely a whisper.* "Please, ..more"
There was no preparation for what began to happen when the tail slid further down, twisting its length around the crank and began to turn it in a slow grind. Sliding further down, she pressed the sharp, barbed spade of her tail-tip against the Satyr's pucker and whispered. "Your wish will be granted, in spades," she said, ramming her tail into that tight sphincter while the size of the metal structure was starting to spread larger than a man's cock could have been. It was like a plated metal baloon was starting to pry her open while that tail fucked her ass hard. The demoness siezed her lips in a kiss, grinding her breasts against those piercings and squeezing her flesh painfully with ehr clawed hands.
*As the lips of her sex began to spread even tighter, it only got worse as she felt the spade like tip of a demons tail actually push against her tailhole. Her whole body was stiff, but now she was trembling, as she felt more and more, she bit her lip harder and harder, and squinted her eyes tighter and tighter. But it didn't take long, as it spreaded even more, it felt like she was going to tear, and as that barbed tail tip began to thrust in and out of her ass, as soon as she felt the lips meet hers, the false affection of such a sadistic kiss was met with lips of the satyr girl gasping so fast, she didn't even have time to beg, and could only scream out at the top of her lungs, as loud as she could into that kiss as their lips met and tasted eachother.*
Abrienda pulled on satyrius' lips greedily, drinking in the feel of her screams while she continued to turn at that crank, using it to punctuate every one of her thrusts. The young Satyr was about to learn just how much the body could stretch. She would be shocked by that fact that, no matter how much it hurt, a child was supposed to fit through it. The pear would take a while before it really tore apart, even if every crank stretched the spot where her barb held her clit. "What a lovely little whore you are," she crooned, looking down at her victim. "Please tell me you can endure more..."
*As the perverted affection of such a greedy and lust hungry kiss went deeper, All she could do was scream long, loud and hard past those cruel lips. Pulling against her restraints did nothing, even with her limbs so stiff she didn't care, what she felt in her arms and her legs was suddenly nothing compared to the head rushing pain that was shooting through the nerves through her lower body from the most sensative areas between her legs and through her chest as the demoness dug into her breasts and kept rubbing against her nipples so harshly. Her sex spreading more and more, the lips of her pussy going so tight it felt like her legs were on fire inside and out. She shook hard, almost violently against the slab, though it meant nothing with those restraints on her, and that sadistic creature on top of her. Breaking the kiss as the tears just began flooding from her eyes and pouring down her face so fast it blurred her vision as she looked up at the demoness with wide pupils that expressed unimaginable pain and torment. All she could do was scream out one word at the top of her lungs into the females face "PPLLEEAASSEE!!"
"More? Oh, you rancid little slut. I'll give you more pain than you can imagine," she said with a joyous tone. She gripped both sides of the rack, holding the poles and winking down at her. She yanked another pair of notches tighter, enough to threaten at dislocation almost while her tail rammed in time deeper into the woman's body, harder and harder with each cram. She glanced back, waiting for the first indication that there was any blood leaking from satyrius' pussy. That was a good indication that she was about at her limits.
*She just kept screaming into her face, again and again and again, the loud cries echoing throughout the room. Her eyes rolled back she was breathing and screaming in such unrelenting pain. That pear spread so tightly in her pussy, as her wrists went tighter, there was so much strain on her body that the hole where the piercing went into the left of her clit pratically squirted out a line of blood, then the right of her clit finally ripped, tearing her flesh around that horrible spreading "peach" inside her, sending more blood to come out as it began leaking out and running down into the fur between her legs. The following was such a loud, painful, percing scream it could have hurt the succubus's ears, For that moment, it was all she did, she couldn't even beg for mercy, and couldn't even keep up with her breath, instead, she just kept screaming as she cried like she had never cried out before.*
Abrienda carefully released just a little bit of pressure, easing back. The pressure was just enough to keep her spread, but not at risk of actually tearing that fishook out. Oh no, that lovely work needed to stay. Roughly yanking the tail out of the girl's rear, she reached down and took a two-pronged fork. she affixed it to the ring in the girl's collar, jabbing two tines into the space between her collarbones and forcibly yanking her head back to jab the things into her chin. So long as she was careful not to turn her head while the demoness flipped around and began slipping her tail into that screaming mouth, the cuts would only be very shallow. "You're so lovely. I want to taste a little of your body's essence," she whispered, grinning back. "Hope you like the heretic's fork. It's a favorite of mine."
*For a quick moment the rush of pain was so intense she actually stopped screaming, her eyes glazing over as the lips of her sex were so abused. But the quick moment passed as soon as another wave shot through the nerves through her whole body, going up her back and into her head, and down her legs all the way down to her hooves. The fur on her legs stood straight as she felt the jab into her chin. Keeping herself as still as she could with that in here, on top of that pressure she felt on her limbs, and the pressure still so intense between her legs, as that speared tail shoved its way into her mouth, she just muffled around it and began sobbing as she finally got a moment to catch her breath.*
It gave her the chance to breathe mostly through her nose. The damnable spade was cramming its length straight along her tongue, uncleansed from its previous deed, right up to the back of her throat with each thrust and forcing her to time those precious gasps for air very carefully. She could feel the licking of the demoness all along her crotch, one finger playing at her clit cruelly while her other replaced her tai with a pair of knuckles prying at and working their way back into her, heedless of a few nicks in the process. "Such delicious blood," she whispered while the crank of the rack began to ease very slowly towards the next notch. It didn't quite pull over just yet, feeling whether or not those joints could tolerate it without pulling right outbefore a dull click echoed amidst the wet sounds of her abuse. "How much more can you give me ...?"
*She was absloutley horrified and appauled at the same time, now, after all that abuse, the succubus was actually tasting the fur between her legs, and as that tongue and those lips began to molest her most private area, it only sent even worse feelings shooting through her. As fingers began to touch her underneath her tail and between her legs, she just began crying harder. Soon, another scream, this time a somewhat covered one, escaped out of her throat, around that dirty tail and past her lips. As she just trembled, her thighs just shivering as she could do nothing to close her legs. She finally got enough strength to speak a few, heightened, voice breaking words that only a mean and sadistic creature like that succubus could never show compassion for* "Please, anything, just stop hurting me please"
"Perfect," she whispered, gasping as she could hear the desperate pleas. Her tail ramed down, gagging and throttling the girl as she cried out, feeling satyrius in such agony that she was barely capable of movement in the first place while a thick sort of liquid seemed to slip out of her tail. It was almost like her tail was climaxing, gobs of 'seed' pushing thickly into the satyr's throat while the demoness shivered hard, her taloned hands grabbing her rear and panting for a moment before she relaxed, inch by inch. She began to slowly unwind and unlock the rack, the pressure at the girl's limbs receeding while the tail slipped from her lips and shot a gob straight onto her pretty little horned face, yanking the heretic's fork with a few nasty scratches away from her neck. "Mmmmm, I think I'm going to have some fun with you. No more little toys. I know exactly what I'm going to do, and you're just going to love every minute of it."
*As the unexpected feeling of what felt almost like gobs of seed began to fill into the back of her mouth and her throat, she gaged around that tail crammed into her mouth and throat, causing the nasty fluid to almost shoot out of her mouth, up into her nose, and down her throat. The demon like seed leaking out of her nose, coating her lips and running down her chin, and gushing down into her stomach as she was forced to take an agonizingly large swallow of the fluid down just so she could take a breath. As it left her mouth and a last squirt sprayed out against her face, She was actually thankful that the succubus finally climaxed, or whatever it was the demon released from her tail, because afterwards, she finally felt some hope and relief as the succubus stopped tormenting her for that moment, even if it was just for a moment.
The ratcheting back eased the pressure until such time as satyrius' arms and legs were basically free of teh loops of rope coiled around them. Slowly, but surely, she could feel the pear easing back until, still a little swollen, it was roughly yanked out of her and the demoness hopped off of the table, walking towards a worktable on the back. "come with me," she said, chuckling. "It's time for us to play a little game. Don't dawdle too much now," she said, reaching over and grabbing hold of rope on the way, her hand reaching down to her own clit and initiating a rather twisted transformation.
*She just about collapsed on the slab, very gently moving a hand onto her self on her own stomach as her other hand wiped the tears from her eyes. Afterwards she turned to her side, then weakily sat up and forced her legs down and very slowly stood up on her hooves with a whimper.*
As satyrius stood, the image that she was treated to wasn't exactly... cheerful. The demoness had turned around partway, and there was a thick, knotted and fel looking cock sticking out of her crotch. It was barbed and a bit too large for comfort, though the girl had been stretched roughly already today. "Come over here," she said as she tossed rope over a heavy, iron studded beam at the ceiling. Once it was down, she began to tie a knot that was almost immediately obvious in intent. It was a hangman's noose. There was a tall stool that came almost to the top of the bench there and she was smiling over at satyrius. "If you please me enough... you're going to live to return to your master. If you refuse, or you displease me... these will be the last walls you ever see. Do you understand?" The way she smiled said that she meant every word of it.
*At first she could barely walk, her legs almost collapsing underneath her, But she quickly pushed herself even more and walked to in front of the succubus. She was almost shaking at those words, and she quickly offered her abused wrists out and could barely keep from just sobbing as she cried to herself. "I can please you, however you want to use me, please take my body mistress" *She then moved herself a bit forward and pressed her lips against the demon's own and placed a hand against her face, then began licking her tongue out against the lips that met her own.*
Abrienda chuckled, smrking down at satyrius. Her lips did indeed yield to that desperate kiss, enjoying the taste of those lips while she took a pair of handcuffs from the table and shackled those wrists together in front of her toy. Reaching up and grabbing her by the hair, she yanked that head back from the kiss and pulled the rope around her neck, tightening the noose carefully just under her chin. With her hands and strength, she carefully set the girl up on the stool, roughly pushing her there at her knees. She gave those hooves a second glance to be sure that the height was just right to make it possible to hang her. Tying off one end of the noose, she smiled and twinged over one of her nipples. "The game is simple," she purred. "With your legs, you will please me, or I will let you hang until you're dead."
*She just nodded and showed no resistance, desperate and now stricken with fear she just continued trembling. As her hands were cuffed together, she just let a little whine to herself, then moved a bit, her knees onto the stool. As it went over her nipple she whinced and closed her eyes, keeping herself upright while she was bounded again. She moved her legs apart slightly and turned her head, looking back over her shoulder with an eye at the succubus as she moved behind her. The fur between her legs still showing a trail of blood that was slowly leaking down her left inner thigh from her torn and ripped side of her clit*
Abrienda positioned herself so that she was right in front of the fur. Grabbing hold of her hips, she kicked out the stool from under her and chuckled. "grab hold of my hips if you value your life, satyrius." As she said this, her taloned fingers gripped the satyr by the rear and spread her cheeks as much as she could before she grabbed her by the hips and thrust upwards. As she started to work that barbed monstrosity into her body, each thrust gave the girl one more chance at breath, the tight grip around her throat very close to choking her when she slipped lower.
*She quickly and wildly wrapped her legs around the succubus, a mixed whimper and yelp escaping her lips as she held her breath and closed her eyes tightly, opening her legs she had no choice but to offer herself right to that horrible barbed shaft in past the lips of her already abused and sensitive pussy. She was trembling and shaking against the other, desperatley wanting to scream in her throat, but instead she just grunted underneath and took another quick breath through her nose as she sank lower.*
It raked up into the satyr's body with a brutal thrust, the barbs raking all along the already tortured space of her vaginal canal. It spread her, just a hair's breadth away from being fisted in the process with its girth. Ramming up and into her body, she left those goat legs to keep her alive. Grabbing hold of her victim's breasts, she fucked into her, licking at the edge of the noose pulled tight to her throat and winked. "Tell me that you love me, my little toy."
*She whinced and whimpered with every agonizing inch into her abused sex, it felt like a cactus moving inside her, and it just sent her grunting loudly again and again under her breath. As she was rammed up into she could only look almost straight up and tighten her furred legs around the succubus. If the last tears weren't already running down her face, they just began to gush from the corners of her eyes as the demon spoke and demanded such a sick and twisted demand. But even as she felt so horrible and so used in so many ways, the fear was constant and she just as quickly responded as she ignored the tears that began dripping off her face and running down her shoulders and the front of her chest.* "I... love you."
"I love you too," she lied, licking more at the girl and thrusting into her with remarkable abandon. One of her hands grabbed hold of her shoulder and yanked down on her with each thrust, throttling her for a moment and pulling the noose tight over her playmate's throat enough to keep her gasping. She kissed her, watching and gauging for the moment she would be fighting consciousness. Feeling her in this situation was really turning her on and making iher grow more arroused by the second.
*She could do nothing but take it, even though she knew it was a lie, it still sent her crying harder at just how brutual and abusive the demoness was with just her words. Every time she was forced down she was left choking and barely wheezing for air, some of the gobs of seamen like fluid from the succubus's tail that was in her stomach came up with a gag, sending her choking harder as she was thrusted up and pulled down into again and again. As hard as it was, as much as the pain went through her whole system physcially, mentally and emotionally, She held on with her legs as much as she could, it made her the lowest whore in the world, she was letting the succubus practically destroy her, just so she could survive.*
She pushed up just enough, easing the pressure at satyrius' neck long enough for her to breathe while she leaned down, sluping over one of her breasts and sinking her fangs in. It was a shallow bite, meant just to leave more pain in her and a little bit of a taste of blood. Flicking her tongue over the satyr's abused and tortured nipple, she began to pant. She pulled back just a little and sighed. "so... close. Do you want me to cum in you?" she gasped.
*She went wide eyed and gasped so fast, only to be left almost screaming out into the air, the constant thrusting that was so rough from such barbed thrusting just cut and tore into her most sensative flesh again and again and again. As those fangs nipped at her breast and that tongue tortured her abused nipple, she cried out again, letting a scream up into the ceiling, the only reason she didn't scream, was when she could barely breathe, or was being choked by such a brutual fucking. A single word escaping into the air with an almost sheirking cry. "YYESSSS" .before her eyes rolled back and her legs almost went weak and it felt like her whole body was collapsing.*
The process of the demonic cock's orgasmn was nothing short of horrific. It was like every one of those vicious little barbs gripped at the walls of her vagina and started to pulse and twitch, tearing a little even as thick gobs of semen fired into her, enough to cause the spasming, throbbing horror to spurt out of her cunt hideously. While the white and red was mingling over the satyr's thighs, she lowered her to the point that the throttling would begin again, letting her partially hang there for a moment before her talons sliced through the rope.
*Just as she felt some sort of an escape, it all came rushing back as that sadistic orgasm of the demon finally climaxed inside her. She almost choked herself as she began to squirm her whole body wildly, her legs unable to do anything but squeeze even tighter against the succubus's sides. Her heart raced so fast in her chest it felt like it was going to explode with the most intense and unrelenting pain she ever felt every barb dig into the walls of her sex. The mix of cum and blood running down and soaking into the fur all over her ass and drenching her tail as it began to slowly drip down and string to the ground.*
It was with a wet, unceremonious 'plop that she was cast onto the ground, the rope left there just above her collar like a second leash. Abrienda was laughing down at her, the cock having been torn out of the girl's body roughly and allowed to drip down onto her with the leavings of their session. "So, then," she said, smiling and stepping down onto satyrius' back. "Have we enjoyed ourselves, my little slut? Will we ask to be given the chance to come back and play another game with me?"
*She just collapsed to the ground, she felt like she could barely move, the sticky mess between her legs webbed easily thick in her fur. As she took as much as she could to regain as much composure as she had left in her, she wiped the tears from her eyes and lowered her ears as she answered with a desperate, most convincing yes she could let out between her little whimpers.*
"Good girl. Tell me how good a mistress I've been," she said, leaning down to whisper in the goat-furr's ear and panting softly there, nipping at it for a moment and laughing there. "Tell me all the things you enjoyed most about your little night with me." As she spoke, satyrius could feel the chain slipping around her collar, a finger coiling over it and holding tight.
*She moved her hands up against the succubus's face and raised her head up against the exhaustion she felt, even as she felt the chain slipping around her collar, she just ignored it and continued.* "This much" *Then she held the demoness's face and pressed her lips against the demons, turned her head and pushed her tongue out as far as it would go, sliding her tongue back and forth slowly into her mouth as they exchanged saliva against eachothers warm lips, licking along her tongue, her lips and her fangs.*
Abrienda chuckled softly, letting satyrius get away with the twisted little kiss. She allowed it to linger for a moment before she rose to her feet and tugged once on the chain, not caring if the satyr was really up to walking much. "Tell me. When does your master expect you back?" she said, beginning to walk back towards the door. Opening it, she smiled. "Your body can't handle much else before you lose consciousness, and breaking you just yet... seems a waste."
"I think sometime tonight." *She said as she followed along, her upper body almost swaying a bit as she forced herself to walk as best she could, one hand gently holding onto the chain that was connected to her neck. Maybe it was just the experience of something so tramatic, but now that she was going to go back, she was thankful that the succubus only didn't do more, and actually told her a bit of a tearful and true thank you to the other.
"You're quite welcome, though keep up that nice, obedient attitude of yours, satyrius. I can be ever so ... violent with my toys," she said while they walked down the hallway. As they stepped through the archway into the cold of the air outside, she tossed the satyr her outfit and smirked. How and when she herself had dressed in her dress was impossible to say. It was like it came into being around her. "Well then. Until next time, where shall I drop you off?" There was a finality to that 'next time' that was a reminder that she fully intended to have her again.
*The satyr girl just say down, even if it was on the ground outside, She shuddered at those emphasised words, then when she finally got to be alone and the succubus finally left her presence, she just laid down and began crying almost uncontrollably.