by Eric Vall
As Ira obeyed, the Sister of Pride slid her fingers underneath her crimson torso wrap, loosened it delicately, and then tossed it to the side. She was facing away from us, so all I could see was the succubus Madame’s delicate, petite back and her flat shoulders.
Next, Sia slid the band of her loincloth down to her feet and then kicked it playfully to the side with her right leg.
My cock rose to attention as I watched the succubus, and my eyes were firmly focused on her cute, small ass.
Finally, Sia turned around, and my dick grew even more solid.
She stood there in all her naked glory, with her small breasts and tender slit in full view.
“Holy fuck,” Mirage gasped, “I was not expecting that body under those clothes.”
“It’s a mistake most people make,” Sia winked at the illusionist, “but it’s a mistake they only make once.”
The Sister of Pride backed up to the edge of the table, hoisted herself up onto it, and laid back as gently as she possibly could. Then she took one last deep breath, closed her eyes, and stretched out her arms and legs so she was spread-eagle.
Ira didn’t waste a single moment. The dark-haired beauty went to work, and she moved around the table and fastened each one of Sia’s wrists and ankles with the leather straps. Finally, once all was said and done, she leaned in close to the redhead’s ear.
“Are you ready to have some fun?” Ira asked in a deep, seductive growl.
My cock was now nearly aching to break out of my pants. I wanted to walk over to that table, whip out my manhood, and fuck Sia until neither of us could walk.
Luckily for me, Mirage had other ideas.
The short-haired brunette was already licking her lips excitedly as she got down on her knees.
“We’ll let them have their own fun over there,” she cooed, “besides, if I’m remembering my experience with the BDSM succubi, Superbia’s climax will need to be built up slowly over time and teasing. In the meantime … ”
I stared down at the sexy woman, and her violet eyes stared back at me hungrily.
Mirage’s fingers fumbled around on my belt for a moment, and then she yanked down my pants and moved her head to the side as my erection nearly slapped her in the face.
“Watch it,” I joked, “this thing’s a lethal weapon.”
“I knowwwww,” the brunette moaned, “I can’t wait to make it go off.”
Mirage grasped my cock by the base and held it so firmly I wondered if it was going to lose its circulation. Then she gave my shaft a once-over with her tongue, but she stopped to make sure she licked off the precum that had accumulated on the tip.
“Oh, fuccccccckkkk,” I moaned, and then I gripped Mirage’s horns to steady myself.
The succubus leaned back, gave me a devilish smile, and then slid the fabric of her dress off her shoulders. As the emerald fabric fell away, it released the front of her garment. Mirage’s pert breasts bounced free from their fabric prison, and she jiggled them teasingly as she gripped my cock intensely.
“Just a taste of what you get to see later,” she purred.
Before I could even think of another snappy comeback, Mirage thrust her mouth forward and took my erection halfway into her mouth. The tip of my cock tickled the back of her throat, and her tongue slurped around with the chaos of an out of control firehose.
I gripped onto the succubus’ brown horns even tighter as my legs threatened to collapse underneath me, but that only seemed to make Mirage go harder at my cock.
Meanwhile, Ira was watching us with excitement on her face. The Sister of Wrath had one hand tucked inside of her snakeskin leather panties, and she pleasured herself as she bit her lip. Ira slid her other hand up her back, unfastened the crisscrossed straps that held her breasts in place, and then stuck out her tongue as her massive jugs were exposed.
“Mmmmmm,” Mirage moaned, and then pulled herself off my cock. “You got harder. Good job, Ira!”
“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” the Sister of Wrath purred.
“What’s going on?” Sia asked from the table, “I can’t see anything…”
“That’s the point,” Ira said as she placed her elbows on the side of the table and looked down at her Madame, “you only get to do what I want you to do. It’s part of your punishment, remember?”
“I thought Mirage is supposed to be punished too?” Sia protested, but Ira just shook her head.
“She will be,” the dark-haired woman purred, “she’s not going to be taken to a whole new plane of pleasure like you’re about to be, though.”
Ira bent over, took Sia’s small nipple in her mouth, and began to suck on it tenderly. Then the short-haired beauty put her teeth around her Madame’s nipple, pulled back, and yanked it softly.
Sia let out a short gasp, but then immediately followed with a moan of excitement.
Ira let the nipple slip from her mouth, and then she began to go down the petite redhead’s body, and she gave soft bites to her tummy as she went. Finally, she got down to Sia’s legs, and I could see the Madame’s pussy quivering with anticipation.
Ira moved over so she stood between Sia’s legs, and then she started to nibble up and down Sia’s inner thighs.
“Holy fuck,” Sia gasped softly.
“They’re really giving you a show, aren’t they?” Mirage giggled, and then she licked me up and down again, starting from the tip of my cock and going all the way down to my balls.
“He’s about to blow, Mirage,” Ira called out, “just watch this.”
Suddenly, Ira buried her face into Sia’s pussy and ate her out with the intensity of a pie-eating champion.
“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh, fuccccckkk!!!!” the redhead on the table moaned.
Sia’s body tensed up as she tried to brace herself for Ira’s love, but the straps wouldn’t allow her to move. Instead, her tiny body began to tremble, and she laid her head back against the table.
She was at Ira’s mercy, and the Sister of Wrath was going to tease her into a typhoon of an orgasm.
But Ira was right about one thing. I was about to fucking explode.
The coil in my abdomen tensed at an alarming speed, and I felt my balls tighten up so strongly that I didn’t even feel them anymore.
Finally, I gave Mirage’s horns a tug, and her head pulled back as I unloaded myself onto her.
The brunette stuck out her tongue as I came with the force of a geyser, and her entire face and chest was plastered with my semen. Finally, once I had let it all out, I stumbled back and nearly fell over.
“That was quite impressive,” Mirage purred, “but what am I going to do now? I’m all dirty.”
Ira yanked her face away from Sia’s love mound, turned back to face us, and smiled from ear to ear.
“I can help with that,” Ira offered, and then the busty, black-haired succubus crawled over on all fours to Mirage.
The Sister of Wrath looked over the mess, licked her lips, and then began to lick her sister clean.
“W-Why did you stop?” Sia demanded through an exasperated pant. “I wasn’t even close to done.”
“And it’s going to stay that way for a while,” Mirage called back as she watched Ira’s tongue flick around her chest.
When Ira finally reached Mirage’s face, she wasted no time in pulling the madame in for a passionate kiss.
My erection must have enjoyed the sight of the two topless, beautiful women making out, because it quickly throbbed back to life.
Ira finished cleaning off Mirage, gave her a small peck on the lips, and then glanced over at my half-mast.
“You must have blown him really well, if you got all of that out of him,” Ira teased, “but I bet I can do better.”
“Not a chance, Sister,” Mirage shot back, “but go ahead and try, if you’d like. And while you’re doing that, I’m going to go see to it that Superbia gets what she needs.”
Mirage stood up, shimmied herself all the way out of her dress, and then tossed it nonchalan
tly to the side. Then the illusionist strutted over to where Sia was tied to the table, and her thick ass bounced with every step she took.
“Mmmmm,” Ira cooed as she watched my dick practically turn to stone, “the best is yet to come, you know.”
“Pun intended?” I said with a raised eyebrow.
“Very funny,” the Sister of Wrath joked as she stroked me and stared longingly at my erection.
Finally, Ira went in for the kill. The dark-haired beauty placed her hands against my hips, laid her lips against the head of my penis, and then forced herself onto it as far as humanly possible. She made a loud gagging sound as my erection went down into her throat, and her eyes watered intensely as she stared up at me.
But she still wanted more.
Ira let out a muffled groan as she slapped her hands against my bare ass and pulled me in even closer.
Somehow, some way, I was pulled even further into the Sister of Wrath.
My eyes rolled back in my head as a wave of intense pleasure shot throughout my body, and I could already feel myself inching closer to the edge.
Ira moved her head back a few inches, gagged, and then went back down. She was a glutton for punishment, but I could tell she was enjoying every single minute of this.
I heard Sia’s innocent, soft moans from across the room, and I forced myself to look away from Ira for a moment to see what was going on.
Mirage was standing at the foot of the table, with three fingers inside of Superbia up to the base. The brunette thrusted them in and out of the woman on the table slowly, while at the same time she had her tongue flitting across the redhead’s clitoris passionately.
“Wow,” I gasped as I watched the two women’s throes of passion.
Ira tried to say something snarky in response, but all that came out was a muffled slur of words. She kind of had her mouth full at the moment.
After a few more passes, Ira pulled herself free from my dick, wiped her lips, and sighed.
“Whew,” she panted as she summoned gold Hellfire around her body, “I think I need a break. I’m pretty sure you fucked up my vocal cords.”
Fine. Ira wanted a break? I’d give her mouth a break.
But I wasn’t anywhere near done with the Sister of Wrath.
“Turn around,” I commanded the succubus.
“Jacccoobbbbb,” she grinned, “I like it when you’re all dominant and shit.”
“Are you gonna talk, or are you gonna obey?” I growled.
Ira waggled her eyebrows at me, but she turned around with a spring in her step. Then the dark-haired beauty bent her body forward, laid her head onto the floor, and arched her back so her curvy ass was in the perfect position.
I slid over, wrapped my hands around her thin waist, and then slid my cock inside of her warm tunnel.
We both let out a moan in unison as I bottomed out inside of her, and then I began to pump in and out of her sopping-wet pussy. I started off slowly, but I knew that wasn’t going to be enough for the sadomasochist that was Ira.
If I wanted to show her the time of her life, I needed to go harder. Much, much harder.
So, slowly but surely, I increased the pace of my thrusts until I was pounding the Sister of Wrath with the intensity of a jackhammer.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as my pelvis slapped against her ass. “K-keep doing that! Don’t fucking stop!”
The sounds of Ira’s pleasure made my cock turn to iron, and I rammed her even harder.
Ira’s hands tried to grasp at the ground, but all she did was leave fingernail trails in the hard brimstone. She let out an ear-shattering moan as her pussy convulsed around my dick, and then she laid her head into the ground and prepared for the release.
The Sister of Wrath screamed as she orgasmed around my cock, and the sound of her pleasure rocked me to my very core.
I grabbed Ira’s waist even tighter, pushed myself inside of her as far as I could go, and unloaded my warm seed into her. Then I pulled out, fell over onto the floor, and tried to catch my breath.
As was usually the case with Ira, our love-making session had completely taken it out of me. We were both panting like animals as we laid there in our own musk of love, and my knees buckled every time I tried to stand.
“Y-You can’t give up yet,” Ira wheezed, “there’s still one more who needs your attention.”
Ira pointed over to the table, where Mirage was still going to town on Sia.
She was right. Sia had been teased this entire session, and she deserved to finally get her release.
And that release was going to come in the form of my rock-hard cock.
If I could get back to full mast, that is. I was so exhausted from pleasuring Ira, I didn’t even know if I could walk.
Thankfully, Mirage noticed our plight.
“Oh, dear,” she teased as she glanced back at us, “it doesn’t look like Jacob has anything left in the tank.”
“What?” Sia gasped. “Don’t you dare tell me he’s done. I’m sitting here, tied up and wetter than a monsoon. This only ends one way … with Jacob’s seed inside of me!”
“So demanding,” Mirage giggled, and then she shoved her fingers back inside Superbia.
The petite redhead responded with a hurried moan, but then Mirage was done. She slid her hand away from Sia, stood up, and shrugged.
“Where are you--Where are you going?” Sia whined.
“It’s not my turn anymore,” Mirage explained. “Now, Jacob’s in charge.”
Maybe it was the way the sexy brunette said her words, or maybe it was the fact I was staring at the naked, sweaty body of Ira laying on the ground next to me, but I felt myself regaining my energy.
Actually, it was probably just excitement over the fact that I was about to make love to the beautiful madame strapped to the table.
Whatever it was, I felt rejuvenated. I pulled myself back to my feet, walked over to Sia’s table, and hoisted myself up onto it. Then I leaned over so I was sitting right above Sia’s body and was staring straight into her violet eyes.
“There you are,” she purred, “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“Oh, he’s been coming, alright,” Ira panted from the floor.
I laid my left hand tenderly on Sia’s face, and then pressed my lips against hers. The succubus’ mouth was soft to the touch, and her kiss tasted sweeter than the sweetest fruit.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as I slowly began to grind against her pelvis. My semi-erect dick rubbed against her clitoris, and the sensation sent a sharp tingle up my body. Slowly, but surely, my manhood grew back to full mast.
As soon as I was hard enough, I positioned my cock against Sia’s pussy lips, pulled my hips back, and then slowly thrust into her.
Sia was definitely telling the truth. She was so wet, I glided into her without so much as an ounce of effort. The petite redhead was tight as a new glove, and I felt my cock throb intensely as it pushed through.
“Fucking hell,” she moaned, and then she tried to move her arm to no avail.
“Uh-Uh,” I chuckled, “I’m in control here.”
I pulled back and began to nibble on Sia’s neck as I thrust in and out of her.
“Oh, Jacob!” she gasped as her petite body tensed up.
Eventually, I let my mouth wander up her face, where I kissed each of her cheeks, followed by her nose, and then her ears. Finally, I moved back down to her neck and began to suck on it passionately.
Sia’s pussy lips quivered at my action, and I wondered if all the prep work the other succubi had done was going to pay off. Superbia was already wetter than I’d ever felt her before, and she seemed to be reaching her orgasm much quicker.
At the same time, the sensation of her warm, tight pussy around my cock was something else.
This was fucking amazing.
Sia’s large, violet eyes stared up at me longingly as she bit her lip in anticipation.
“You should try this one,” I heard Ira o
ffer from across the way. “I call it ‘The Jacob.’”
“Really?” Mirage scoffed. “That’s not even close enough to the size of Jacob.”
“It’s the largest one they had,” the Sister of Wrath shot back. “Now, do you want to cum, or not?”
I looked over and saw Ira was holding a massive vibrator in her hand, and she was waving it in front of Mirage’s face like a bone in front of a dog.
The illusionist shrugged and reached for the sex toy, but Ira refused.
“Ohhhhh, no,” she purred, “I get to use it on you.”
Mirage raised her hand to say something else, but Ira was already on top of her. The Sister of Wrath laid her naked body down on top of her Sister, moved the vibrator onto her pussy lips, and then slid it into Mirage as they kissed passionately.
Mirage let out a whimper, and I felt myself approaching the side of the cliff.
“Oh, my god … ” Sia whimpered as her body began to tense up, “you’re so fucking hard.”
That was the last straw.
I wrapped my arms underneath Sia’s, pressed my lips against hers, and then moaned as my entire lower body tensed up.
Sia’s body followed suit, and the two of us came together as we continued to make out like lovesick teenagers.
I finally pulled away, slid my cock out of Superbia’s dripping tunnel, and turned my attention back to the other succubi.
“How was it, you lovebirds?” Ira asked.
“F-Fucking incredible,” Sia whistled, “I want to do to this again. Soon. Very, very soon.”
“What about you, Jacob?” Ira giggled as she continued to pleasure Mirage with the vibrator. “Was that satisfactory for you, my King?”
“I dunno,” I admitted, “I’m not done yet.”
“W-What?” Ira gasped, and her eyes went wide.
“Take that thing out of her,” I demanded and pointed to the vibrator. “She doesn’t need it.”
“Hmmmmm,” Ira licked her lips, “I guess she doesn’t. Not when she has that fucking hog on standby.”
Ira pulled the vibrator out of Mirage with a wet shlock and then tossed it to the side.
“Awww,” Mirage moaned, “I was just about there.”
“And you’ll still get there,” I promised as I came over, took her legs, and raised them up to my shoulders.