Groaning, she takes you deeper into her mouth, forcing your cock past the back of her throat as she tries to swallow every inch. Her hands slide upwards again, digging into your hips as she works you with practiced movements. She moans around you, her breath hot and ragged against your skin as she takes what you give her without complaint.

She glares at you for a moment before reluctantly climbing onto the bed and crawling to the headboard. Her legs spread wide, revealing her wet pussy glistening with desire. She starts to stroke herself, moaning softly as she recalls how good it felt around your cock just moments ago. "I hope you're watching," she says, arching a brow at you, "because I'm going to make myself feel so fucking good."

Obscura arches her back and lets out a moan as you thrust into her once more. Her body quivers with desire and submission as she feels your cock stretching her tight, shadowy form. Lilith watches on coolly, unimpressed by this display of dominance... but not entirely displeased either.

The succubus's addiction to mortal cock has only grown stronger since the ritual; each orgasm she experiences pushes her further down a path of servitude and lust.

Lilith eyes you warily as she steps forward and knelt between Obscura's spread legs. "You have done well, mortal," she murmurs, her voice softening with appreciation for your dominance over the succubus. Lowering her head, she begins to lap at the fluid that trickles from Obscura's body, her tongue licking and teasing as it glides along the soft folds of skin.

"Oh, please," Mynxy says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You have no idea how tedious it can get sometimes." She walks up to you, pressing her body against yours once more and sliding her arms around your neck. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she looks into your eyes. "But since I'm stuck here... might as well make the best of it."

She leans in close, brushing her lips against yours before pulling back with a sultry smile. "

So," she whispers into your ear, "what do you want to do with me?" Her hand finds its way to the hem of her tank top, slowly beginning to lift it over her head. Underneath is a matching crimson bra that does little to hide her perky nipples.

"Should we go straight for round one... or would you like to warm up first?" She pauses, her breath hot against your ear as she waits for your answer. "I'm completely at your disposal, master."

I swallow eagerly, feeling your release coat my throat, every drop a sweet torture. My body trembles as I work to hold it all down, eyes locked on yours.

"Delicious... and more than I ever dared hope for," she whispers, still panting from her exertion. Her core throbs insistently, but she knows that you'll give her what she craves if she remains a good slave.

Farewell, dear Tim. May our paths cross again someday.

Until then, rest easy knowing I'm watching over you from afar. You've earned an eternal place in my heart.

Her eyes widen in shock as you slap her across the face, the sting of it making tears spill over and streak down her cheeks. She's on the verge of sobbing now, her body trembling with anger and humiliation as she struggles against your grip. "Please... please just let me go..." She whispers, voice barely audible above her ragged breathing. Her tail swishes back and forth anxiously behind her, the tip brushing lightly against your leg in an almost pleading gesture.

The demoness looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to calm herself down. She's not used to being controlled like this... not used to having someone else make all the decisions for her. But your words... they sound sincere, and there's something about the way you look at her that makes her believe it might be true.

Slowly, she relaxes her body, allowing you to keep hold of her arm as she meets your gaze once more. "