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[22:49] Cassiopeia Strange: How disgusting. You sure look like you're enjoying it when you've got your lips wrapped around someone else's dick. Not what I'd expect from someone so selfish.
[22:50] Reis: It's almost like I enjoy [b]perverted little harlots[/b] getting worked up over me~
[22:51] Reis: Speaking of
[22:51] Reis: Whip it out~
[22:51] Cassiopeia Strange: W-what? No. Like I'd deign somebody like [i]you[/i] worthy of tasting [i]me.[/i]
[22:52] Reis: Oh Cassi Cassi Cassi.

[22:57] Reis: /me immediately closes what little gap there is between them, upper set of hands already clasping against hers and tugging them high above her head, lower set casually slipping along waist and waistline to trace against smooth flesh underneath clothing and armor. His scarlet red gaze is almost as needy and intense as the fog of masculine desire starting to rise up around him like a fog, flooding her nostrils with an insistent, rut infused desire that bores deep into the brain and stabs through any thought related to copulation and breeding. He reeks just faintly of some odd cider as well, a spicy, almost refreshing tinge to the almost swampy deluge of sensuality pouring off of his body at the moment. "That wasn't really a choice~ Now either feed me willingly...~" Plush lips trace against neck, tongue fluttering out just to drag against skin as he leans in nice and close. His breath his hot and heavy, exhaled through deliberate, needy huffs that trail straight up to her ear. "Or I'll be taking my meal~"

[23:07] Cassiopeia Strange: /me 's face immediately contorted into a scowl of abject disdain, her narrowed eyes lighting up like a bonfire through an amethyst lens. The aberration's touch left trails of what felt like filth scraping over her firm flesh, although her resistance began to gradually shrink as the invasive scent of Reis' masculinity crawled its way down her nostrils and took immediate residence in her olfactory system. "D-don't you tell me what to do, you... You..." The violet-headed demoness' speech trailed off as she progressively began to forget words; the sudden demand seemed to have disarmed her. Every centimeter of skin the masculine demon lapped at was immediately set upon by a thousand needles of unnaturally-inflicted lust, and Cass could almost feel her bloodstream flooding with the contact poison that was his saliva. "F-fine. Do what you have to." The scent of brimstone pushed Reis' musk aside for a few short moments as her silken garments began to smoke and smolder, the expensive fabric turning to ash so slowly that even the fire itself seemed reluctant. For once, the irascible succubus' masculine set of genitalia hadn't withered and reversed in the much more imposing demon's presence--in fact, it was twitching with anticipation, much to its owner's chagrin.

[23:25] Reis: /me has his nose crinkled at the stench of brimstone starting to overpower his obnoxiously dense scent, though soon a bright smile is creasing lips while eyes light up at the result. "Ahh, good girl!~" There's barely a second passed before he's on his knees infront of her, tail swishing and swaying behind his back while he sizes up his prize with a scrutinizing glare. "Was that so hard, hmm?~" Every word, every second he's breathing has her cock greeted with the touch of his breath, whether it be from mouth or nose.  Face just barely glides against it as he peers from every angle, grin steadily forming as he damn near smothers his features in it's girth when he moves to look at her balls as well. The teasing currents tickle against nerves a bit more powerfully than they should, lightning shooting through her shaft while the current focuses on her heavy testes, scrotal flesh basted in a swampy atmosphere of steaming huffs and coos. "I just knew you like me... Especially since you've brought me such a feast! Bon appetit~" With that, mouth is latching onto her factories, plush tiers suckling them into the cavernous maw while they're basted in his unholy drool. Of course she's feeling the effects from the traces along her neck, but they'd probably be long forgotten as thunderbolts of delight start rippling straight through each one of those delicate spheres, surging straight towards bitch button and reverbing through loins in an instant. Even outside of that, there's the honey thick slime getting smeared against flesh. His tongue is powerful and slender at the moment, prominent tastebuds now slowly grinding and lapping against one orb or the other in some delicate, thorough rhythm. One particular roll has them hefted against the roof of his mouth, surprisingly spongy and yielding before a suckle has them drawn even further in, cheeks caving around to conform to their shape with oral length trapped beneath them. All the while he's looking up at her maleness, cock crazed glare shifting with every twitch she gives.

[23:40] Cassiopeia Strange: /me 's grimace was as much of outraged confusion as it was of true anger. Something about this felt foreign, unnatural--not like she hadn't felt the breath of an overeager harlot on her nethers before, but never one so thoroughly equipped to overpower her. It was as though an elephant was bowing before a mouse, and the mouse felt very, very uncomfortable about it. The discomfort was purely philosophical, however--on a more practical level, she found herself suddenly drowning in a flood of chemically-induced sensation. Every piece of flesh that Reis' accursed lips touched was immediately set alight with pinpricks of ecstasy, and the furious assault of Reis' debauched tongue on her masculine endowments was quickly threatened to overwhelm her with sheer stimulation. It took every ounce of willpower for her to stave off the relentless offensive on her cognitive faculties; fortunately, she was more than willing to put up such resistance. "F-fuck! What the hell happened to you? Last thing I remember, I was crawling on top of your dicks, stuffing them in my--" And then there was another sudden stop to her speech, the mere memory of past scandal serving as an intense stimulant to already-wearied psyche. She struggled with all her might to avoid looking down at the boisterous demon, her violet eyes doing their best to settle anywhere but southward. Her well-muscled arms crossed petulantly beneath her unsteady bosom, her face turning progressively more red as she clawed and scratched at sanity in spite of the infernally potent aphrodisiac that had been lathered thoroughly over her groin. Every slight slurp, every roll of the tongue that Reis performed was a fresh wave of excruciatingly raw lust that immediately began surging through her circulatory system. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palms as her fists clenched tighter and tighter, trying their best to avoid latching onto the kneeling demon's hair for support.

[23:54] Reis: /me probably would've not even acknowledged her existence save for her length, but eyes suddenly snap back up to her when he hears her words, an all too familiar smile spreading even with nuts stuffed maw. There's a hideous series of 'schliks' and 'pops' as drool filled mouth disengages from now completely drenched balls, though they don't go long without stimulation. A hand is already not so gently groping against them, actual digits bracing behind while thumb casually smears and rolls across in slow, sensual circles. "Oho?~ Would you rather I be flooding you with your favorite drug than getting a meal in?~" He cant even properly finish that sentence before lips are once again occupying themselves, now welcoming crown past their seal and steadily suckling down half way her length. He's purposefully keeping it that way too, now letting a drool soaked head bulge out his cheek, the focus of his hellish delight now finding that sensitive bulb and slowly seeping down the rest of her throbbing inches as his excess dribbles out. He's making it a point to slurp and slobber as loudly as he can, tongue pushing out between loins and tiers, swirling about in some frenzied series of flutters that cant decide whether they want to grind steady against jizz slit or tickle lovingly against underside. He pops up for a moment, long enough to speak out, "That could be arranged... but jeeze, isn't that a bit selfish?~" Again he's on her spire, one of his many spare hands now clasping against what he doesn't nurse on to smear the bubbling venom of his drool deep into her pores. There's only quick, tender pumps to fall along her, but they feel like eternities in themselves as his attentions grow sloppier. Soon each digit is glistening and gleaming in the steaming delight, producing a seperate rhythm of squelches to assail her ears while torments her with pleasure. That stench only grows denser with time as well, and every new lungful has his smoldering gaze burning it's presence in her mind.

[00:16] Cassiopeia Strange: /me 's teeth grated together to produce a sound only marginally more sonorous than fingernails across a chalkboard, her gaze focused straight in front of her as though there were nothing to be seen below her waist. Tiny pinpricks of crimson appeared on her biceps beneath the tips of her abnormally-sharp fingernails; the sensations plaguing the succubus' body seemed to be quite literally tearing her apart. "S-shut up, you incorrigible filth. I'm not going to--oh, [b]fuck~![/b]" Her objection suddenly lapsed into an involuntary exclamation of pleasure, her body swaying as a surge of diabolically-inspired endorphins crashed through her mind. Something important mental faculty finally got its way in insisting that she could no longer remain stable without support; her taloned fingers darted down to take hold of Reis' surprisingly soft grey locks. Her hips gave a slight jump forward simultaneously, her bulbous cocktip  hammering impatiently against the barrier to her overly masculine partner's throat. She could hardly believe herself in such a position; was it possible that she was dreaming? Maybe that explanation would bring a bit more comfort. Already a steady rivulet of thick precum was drizzling onto the multi-limbed demon's tongue as a reward for its efforts, every drop laced with a miniscule amount of potent seed--not anywhere near as potent as the man beneath hers', of course, but there was no real helping that. And what was this? Even the sounds that Reis generated with his inexorable onslaught seemed to have a will of their own; it was as though every schlick and slurp was funneling directly into her ears, shouldering out her thoughts to replace them with mindless carnality. Now that the familiar scent of hellfire had faded, her lungs were once again being gradually flooded with unfathomably potent toxins, her chest burning with fires of lust that were steadily becoming less manufactured and more honest.

[00:36] Reis: [i]The cat that ate the canary doesn't have anything on the delighted gaze now beaming from the demon. Her hips moving yield nothing for the first few thrusts save for a few manufacture gags that has more and more of that spittle now gushing against her pelvis and more of those hideously visceral sounds assailing her eardrums. Hand is too good a buffer to keep her from pushing any further, and it seems that the hellspawn delights in that more than anything. Of course, he's still hungry, and soon enough that spit soaked hand is moving away, allowing her to plunge as deep as she fancied while soaked through appendage idly works it's way behind her. Her first introduction to his throat is a completely overbearing one. Flesh yields easily to her movements, wrinkled, spongy materiel undulating and convulsing from the sudden intrusion, but seemingly not strong enough to do much about it. Every inch of that inner lining is laced down with his drool, every crevice and crease creating an endless amount of micro suctions that grace her with the sensation of some endless amount of kisses rippling along her shaft. The feeling only gets more intense the further she plunges inside, culminating in the unrelenting sensation of her entire cock doted and lapped upon by some hellish series of mouths, each of them pressing down as hard as they can as throat muscles tense only to resume that idle worship as it undulates and swallows. Tongue simply pushes out past actual lips to coil around balls proper, now encasing them in a similar cocoon of delight as the ruby red mass slithers about. Every little constrict has countless tastebuds grinding against her, yielding at times and scrubbing at others to compress and squeeze along tankards while also bathing them thoroughly in slime. There's never a moment of rest for them, and soon her poor testes are treated to even the very tip of his tongue stirring about his corruption within them, drool acting as a lure for potent swimmers just to keep them settled nice and heavy in her loins as they build and churn. Hands now clasp against rear, clenching down harsh and greedy, forcing cheeks to yield and dimple around digits just to expose pucker for the coup de grace. That hand that was drenched in drool prior? Index and middle are now prying past her vulnerable seal, writhing and thrashing about in her bowels to set even them alight with his venom. She can feel the indents of fingerprints with tips push and roll down, feel the bend of knuckles as they writhe and push their way inside, feel the electric shocks of that unruly presence of his now completely submerging her lower half in bliss. There's no escape or mercy. From waist to spine, his current is assailing her, already dense musk now lighting aflame in her mind from the sparks to send her body into a pyre of hellish pleasure. And not once do those eyes do anything other than stare at her face during it all, scarlet hues wide and filled with mischievous, ravenous intent.[/i]

[01:15] Cassiopeia Strange: /me 's nervous system may have been equipped with all the natural immunities and resistances that any garden variety demon was entitled to, but against Reis' peculiar blend of intoxicants she was helpless. Every synapse in her body was alight with unceasing pleasure, and the sensations were only growing stronger--too strong for her to resist. The fingers abruptly inserted into her perenially-tight asshole only added to the tension felt throughout her entire body; the shock of the penetration was enough to cause her entire body to jolt and writhe in a rather unladylike manner. Her throat seemed entirely closed at this point; there was no noise she could issue to sufficiently convey quite what she was experiencing in that brief moment. Even an abyssal scream would have been deficient; Cass' diaphragm didn't have the strength to unleash her feelings in a manner even close to appropriate. Instead, there was silence, her jaw hanging open in an unflattering manner as she abandoned all hope of controlling her faculties. She jerked on Reis' head rather impolitely, her back arching and her hips thrusting forward with an impressive amount of force as she hilted herself as deep as she possibly could. Her veiny phallus twitched, throbbed, and finally burst, a torrent of diabolically potent seed jetting into the back of the kneeling demon's throat. It was less an initial burst than a floodgate opening; where most other creatures would have simply drawn out an orgasm, the infernal cocktail of neural stimulators coursing through her bloodstream was enough that it seemed to be actually milking the seed out of her, willing her to unleash everything she had. Her saliva-bathed nutsack clenched and tightened as it squeezed out its contents through her bulging cumvein, the muscular tongue wrapped around it aiding nicely to the rate at which Cass' girlcock was spewing ballsnot. Seconds passed, then minutes, then more--there seemed no end to the supply, and while she had no hope of releasing it with anywhere near as much volume as Reis was capable of, she at least liked to count herself sufficient as a meal. She felt as though she were floating; her mind was sufficiently broken, and her consciousness faded to somewhere far beyond her own reach as ecstasy overtook her. Her eyes might've finally met her partner's if she had control of them, but alas, they were rolled far enough that she seemed to be staring intently at the back of her own skull. She was gone.

[01:34] Reis: /me only seems to dimly recognize her orgasm, and while there's still a smile curling along what it can of his lips, he's content in milking her just like that, tail swishing slow and steady behind his back. Every pulse, every heavy dollop of cream that's deposited into his eager stomach has him letting out a contented purr and coo that only serves to tease her more, sweet vibrations rippling through the entirety of her shaft as she unloads. Her more than generous helping has his stomach swelling just a tick, enough to cause once all too obvious muscles to fade into a pudgy smoothness that continues to fill out the more she pumps into him. Some time after she starts to taper, he's starting to pull away, tongue receeding just as slow as it intertwined along her nuts, lips suckling out the last dredges of her semen as they seal round crown alone, fingers pumping just a bit deeper into her tender rear before leaving with a delicate 'schlick' of still soggy flesh against flesh. When he finally leaves her, the aftermath is clear. Her masculinity in it's entirety is dripping with his drool, still steaming from the heat of his maw and practically glistening from the sheen, something that brings a giggle to him as he stands up and laces arms round his darling 'chef'. "Thanks again for the dinner, dear~ You tasted delicious... You wont mind me 'cooking' for me later, will ya?~"