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Blood dripped steadily from the hands of the demon standing in the middle of the barn. He was surrounded by the bodies of close to ten human men, staring with hungry eyes at the only other living being there. His twin brother, Aeori, was bound and gagged, completely naked. The group of farmers had been intending to take him, one after the other, and the looks on their faces when Iairosk arrived had been delicious. They had been terrified, begging for their lives, but the demon had paid them no heed.

He loved it when his brother tempted the humans, got them to the point where they thought they could have him. Sometimes, if Aeori took a liking to them, he would let them have their fun, but it always ended the same way. He supposed it had developed into a kind of foreplay, ripping these mortals to pieces before taking what belonged to him. They might get a taste, but they never got to truly have him, not the way Iairosk did.

He smirked as he stepped forward, leaning in to run a hand along Aeori's thigh, staining his perfect skin red. He knew the restraints the human's put on Aeori wouldn't be able to hold him, but he enjoyed the sight of them either way. He moved between his brothers legs, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. He enjoyed the feelings of jealousy that arose when other men touched his brother, it made it all the better to know that Aeori was all his.

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Aeori did love the games he and his brother played. Human men were so easy to tempt and tease; the men now laying dead on the straw floor had been people of integrity until the little demon tempted them to the point of resorting to such measures as rope to get what they wanted. It was always fun to watch people change to their more carnal selves. There might have been a part of the smaller twin that wished his dear brother could have held off, to feel at least some of the men taking what they so wanted, but Iairosk did get jealous... all the better when their games ended.

He whimpered hotly.around the thick wad of fabric fastened between his lips, his arms being tied high above his head to the pole he was leant against. He could break free at any moment if he so wished, but why remove the little added kink from their play? As his brother stepped forward Aeori shuddered with desire and shifted to try and part his legs wider; the humans had fastened his ankles to stalls either side of him to hold his body open, but he wasn't open enough for Iairosk. His eyes were hooded with desire and he strained against the rope as if he couldn't free himself, dark hair disheveled, a small bruise on his cheek where one man had struck him.

Not nearly hard enough to hurt. Not like Iairosk could. Aeori moaned loudly through the gag as their hips were pressed together, the hand drawing a bloody line over his thigh making his clock twitch openly between his spread legs and he gasped sharply as the gag was removed to enable the hard meeting of lips. He moaned wantonly and leaned closer, his tongue running over his twin's lips as his previously concealed tail slid from the base of his spine.

It wound its way forward and brushed affectionately over Iairosk's leg as their lips parted and Aeori whimpered needily. "Iairosk... you interrupted us..." He placed a playful, teasing pout on his pale lips, tongue flicking over them. "Are you going to fuck me...? Or aren't you as delicious as those humans?" Of course Aeori adored his twin, but when was he without his teasing nature?

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Iairosk gave a soft growl in response to his brother's words. He knew Aeori didn't mean it, but he allowed himself to fall for the bait in any case. He took Aeori's mouth again, parting his lips and allowing entrance. Should his brother accept the invitation, Iairosk's teeth would come down, biting into the muscle. He pulled back, grinning down at him. "I'll show you how delicious I am." He gave a soft laugh, slipping out from between Aeori's legs and moving instead to straddle his chest. He chuckled darkly, gripping his brother's hair tightly and lifting his head so that he could press his cock against those soft lips.

He held himself there for a few agonizing moments before giving in. As fun as it was to tease Aeori, he often wanted it just as badly as the other. He pushed forward, filling his brother's mouth, then his throat. He groaned heatedly, biting his own lips as he began to rock his hips back and forth. He didn't leave his brother completely wanting, his own tail moving to wrap around Aeori's cock and beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. He began to pick up his pace, clinging tightly to the hair and all but slamming into his brother's mouth.

He groaned softly with each thrust, coming close fairly quickly. His brother was just so fucking sexy. It was damn near impossible to stop, but he managed, groaning lightly as he pulled away. He knew his brother's body well, and he would have brought them both right to the edge before he stopped. He panted heavily, staring down at his brother's face, before giving a wide, mischievous grin.

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Aeori could tell in his twin's expression how his little tease had done its job and he moaned lustfully into the second kiss that pushed his head back into the pole with its ferocity. He loved the power his brother possessed, loved knowing that if he wanted to Iairosk could forcefully take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. His tongue slid forwards eagerly as skips were parted to rub sensuously against the other slick muscle before teeth bit hard on the sensitive flesh and he whimpered in delight, his eyelids drooped in pleasure.

A sharp gasp echoed from his lips as they broke apart, running his slightly bleeding tongue over his lips with a needy whine as Iairosk spoke of showing just how he tasted. It was something he adored; no one in centuries had come close to rivaling his brother's taste and Aeori arched up as much as he could without assistance as he was straddled, the thick shaft head so tauntingly against his eager lips. They parted and he whimpered loudly to try and make Iairosk give in and thankfully it wasn't long before his twin slammed forward to thrust the full length deep into his expert throat.

Aeori groaned hotly around the cock as he sucked hungrily, his head being tugged back and forth mercilessly; exactly how he longed to be treated, to be used. Deep red eyes stored lustfully into Iairosk's face as his cheeks caved around the throbbing shaft, his throat swallowing eagerly each time he thrust forward. Aeori whimpered as he suddenly felt the thin tail wind around his own length and stroke in time with the heated movement, his own pressing and rubbing over Iairosk's lower back affectionately even as he squirmed desperately, his cock throbbing already.

He gasped and whimpered as his brother finally withdrew; left panting and wanton with flushed lips parted and eager for more even as he rocked his hips up with a whoreish moan. "Iairosk... it's been too long... please... I need you..." He begged shamelessly, eyes glittering as he again strained at the rope. "Other men might come... I don't want the interruption..." It would be amusing, but horribly inconvenient...

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Iairosk chuckled deeply as he listened to his brother begging. The sound was delightful, and the demon did have a point. There were plenty of other humans left alive in the village; it had only been this group of men that Aeori had managed to ensnare. Perhaps they would leave the others alive, perhaps not, but that wasn't of any concern for the moment. Interruptions now would not be tolerated; he doubted he would even bother pausing to slaughter them. All that mattered for the moment was his brother, and their pleasure.

He moved in between Aeori's legs once again, this time not bothering with the teasing. He was filled with far too much desire to even think about delaying himself any further. Besides, he knew his brother liked it rough. He grinned widely as he pushed into his brother, burying himself with enough force to make his brother's body jerk. He let his brother moan for a moment before cutting off any of his noises, pressing their lips together passionately once again.

His tail made its way back around Aeori's cock, never having moved far away in the first place, quickly matching the pace of Iairosk's fevered thrusts. He knew neither of them would last long like this, but god, did it feel good. Iairosk occasionally gave in to such desires with humans, often unwillingly on their part, but even the best fuck paled in comparison to this. There was an intimacy that he was sure couldn't exist with anyone else. There was only his brother.

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Aeori whimpered hotly as he twin moved quickly to stand between his spread thighs, biting hard upon his lower lip with a needy growl that rumbled deep within his throat. He was the more wanton of the pair, often seeming to be in a state of animal-like heat until somehow satisfied, but always Iairosk could control and contain him; they were perfect partners in everything and Aeori physically ached whenever his beloved brother wasn't close by. God help any human that came between them. "Iairosk..." He whined softly, arching his hips closer as he felt the thick shaft nudging his opening.

There was no pause, no hesitation as the demon thrust forward; filling him in a single hard moment that caused his body to jerk against the pole that bore his weight. Aeori cried out loudly in absolute pleasure, clenching his muscles to offer the tightness he knew how brother adored; he always seemed like a virgin in body. Perhaps it was one of the devil's jokes. "Mmnph!" His moan was cut short as their lips pressed together hungrily, Aeori's eyes closing as his teeth nipped and sucked upon his brother's lips, his hips working against Iairosk's thrusts.

He gasped sharply and tugged his head back as the devious tail continued to stroke his aching cock, the length twitching against his stomach as he writhed desperately against his brother's chest in an effort to earn more sensations. "Ahh! B-Brother... brother! I can't... I can't..." Aeori panted hotly and ran his tongue over pointed teeth, straining his neck forward to place adoring kisses over Iairosk's throat. "Please... please f-fuck me... I want y-your cum... brother!"

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Iairosk groaned heatedly as he fucked his brother, each thrust with enough force to jerk Aeori's body back against the pole. He wouldn't be surprised if it might break, human's made such fragile things, after all. But he certainly wouldn't tame his thrusts, nothing was worth interrupting this. He gave a low, husky chuckle at Aeori's words, responding in a low croon of Aeori's name, whispered into his ear.

His lips made their way down his brother's neck, coming to rest at his shoulder. They parted in a heated breath, his teeth quickly moving to take hold of flesh, clenching down tightly and drawing blood. There was no taste like Aeori's, human blood was sweet, but in comparison it tasted like shit. He suckled greedily, not once slowing in his vicious fucking. His hands clung to Aeori's body, his claws digging deeply into flesh.

He only pulled his mouth away for a few moments, letting out a ragged breath into his brother's ear. "Now." He gave a rough, hard thrust as he came, finally breaking the flimsy pole and sending them both toppling to the floor. He didn't let it stop him, however, continuing to thrust throughout their orgasm, groaning heatedly. He finally slowed to a stop, panting heavily and looking down at his brother with satisfied, adoring eyes. Nothing in the world was better than this.

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Heated whispers of pleasure echoed through the demon's lips with each deep thrust that brought his body closer and closer to climax. He finally decided to tug his arms forward; teaming the rope easily to grip Iairosk's shoulders, slightly pointed nails digging crimson lines into pale skin as he moaned loudly. Aeori's eyes closed as his name was uttered softly into his ear, shivering in delight at the intimacy of the gesture before those sinful lips began to travel downward over his skin.

He whined loudly and tipped his head back to offer as much flesh as he could, running hiatus tongue over his lips as kisses slowly moved down his throat to leave a burning trail in their wake. His breath hitched sharply as Iairosk paused at the join of his neck and shoulder, his stomach clenching in anticipation before the bite ripped through his skin to draw drops of crimson. "Ahh! Brother!" Aeori cried out and twisted his hips at the sensation of such blissful pain, barely noticing as the wooden beam gave an ominous creak.

"N-Now..." He repeated the low murmur as Iairosk spoke, the thrusts becoming harder. The sound of flesh-on-flesh echoed in his ears and he cried out loudly as the wood gave way behind him, falling to land with his brother atop him. His body arched upwards, legs held wide still as his climax overcame him and his body tightened around Iairosk, thick fluid spurting from his cock to stain his stomach as he felt his twin fill him so completely at the same time. Perfect. So very perfect.

"Brother... Iairosk... I love you... brother..." Aeori painted heavily, leaning upward to flick his tongue adoringly over his brother's cheek.

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Iairosk whispered the words back as he came down from the high, breath running over the recently opened wound in Aeori's neck. "I love you too, Aeori, more than anything." He didn't think he would ever get tired of those words, nor would they be any less true. Having Aeori near made him feel complete, and there was nothing he could do to fill the void when they were apart. He gave a soft hum, content in the moment. He stayed where he was, arms wrapping around his brother and pulling him into a loving embrace, remaining that way for a good few minutes.

Eventually, the moment passed, and with one last, lingering kiss, he began to pull away. He grinned down at his brother, stroking his cheek. "Do you want to play with the rest of them, Aeori? I'm sure someone will be by soon..." As if heralded by his words, the face of a woman poked around the door of the barn. Iairosk may not have noticed her if not for her scream, the sound of which caused him to turn, tail flicking lazily. He smiled at her, and the sight made her let out another scream. He chuckled lightly, looking down to his brother. "I think our cover's been blown."

He shifted onto his feet, stretching happily before helping Aeori up as well. "Your choice, my dear brother, shall we toy with them further?" An odd smile crept onto his lips, "I'm sure there's a cat or two down there." Cats. He had mixed feelings about the creatures. They were lovely, beautiful things, really, but his brother loved them far more. Enough, even to sometimes arouse feelings of jealousy in Iairosk. It was even worse than watching Aeori couple with humans at times. He was sure he could best the humans in the sexual aspect, and any other. But felines held a special place in Aeori's heart; he always brightened when he saw them. But perhaps he didn't illicit that reaction merely because he couldn't bear to be gone long enough to be missed, the thought was some comfort.

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Aeori spurred hotly as the deceleration of love was returned, his body arching upward to seek further contact with his twin. Foolish people who claimed demons couldn't love knew nothing; the pair were inseparable, two parts of a whole and were at their best when they were together. Very rarely had anyone gotten between them, and always they had met a most bloody end by one or both their hands. "Mmm... I've missed that..." He commented, a smirk curling upon his lips as he flicked his tongue over Iairosk's cheek. "No one fucks me like you do, brother..."

It was so very wrong, Houghton that only made it all the more right in Aeori's eyes, and he leaned upward into the kiss that was pressed to him with a lustful moan, his tail snaking around to find it's twin and coil lovingly around it before Iairosk withdrew from his body. The smaller twin groaned at the loss, feeling the seed trickle down his thighs when suddenly a loud scream split the intimate moment and he blinked slowly with a heavy sigh. "Why did it have to be a woman...?" He spouted, rising to hos feet as he was urged to do so.

"Hmm? We can... play more?" He gasped happily and clasped his hands together as he was lured at the idea of felines being around the human village, nodding quickly and leaning closer to nuzzles into his brother's neck. It was impossible not to touch Iairosk for long, and he muttered hotly against pale skin so like his own. "Do you have any fun thoughts...? We could both take one? Or... we could desecrate their silly church?" Aeori's eyes glittered in the dim light as he ran his tongue over his lips.

"Or you could have fun whilst I play with the kittens?" He fluttered his lashes before loud cries began to echo in the distance; they didn't have much time to decide and Aeori at least, was in no hurry to dress himself.

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Ah, there it was, the way Aeori's eyes lit up at the mention of the creatures. Iairosk almost hated them sometimes. But he found comfort in the fact that his brother's body was already pressed up against his own, unable to resist the lure of contact for long. He was sure it would break once the felines had been spotted, but for the moment he simply enjoyed the contact. His tail quickly found Aeori's curling lightly around it. "I'll have my fun," he murmured gently, leaning in to press another kiss against his brother's lips, "then we can take care of the church, hm?"

He could never resist the desire to reclaim Aeori's body after they had come into contact with cats, and god forbid one ever decide to follow them. He imagined their life would become a whirlpool of possessive sex, which he was sure Aeori would enjoy, and there was some appeal to it in his own eyes, but it was likely nothing else would ever be done. And he certainly couldn't allow his more loving moods to be ruined by those admittedly cute but certainly damnable creatures.

A light chuckle passed his lips as an idea came to his mind. "Perhaps a virginal sacrifice? There's bound to be some in this town." He laughed, nipping at Aeori's jaw. "Shall we have one each, or should we share one? Both of us taking him at once..." The idea was certainly appealing, a nice way to end the reign of terror they were about to place upon the village. And of course, after they were done with that, he would take his brother and make his screams echo throughout the empty town.

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Aeori spurred hotly against his twins' lips as they closed over his own, his tail entailing with it's playmate and stroking lewdly up and down the slender appendage. His hands clasped together behind Iairosk's neck to hold their bodies close, almost unconsciously pressing his hips into the other demon's thigh to seek as much contact as he would be allowed. He was sure he felt more of a pull towards his twin than the other way around, but then Iairosk was stronger, was the leader of the pair so perhaps it was only natural that he cling to him so desperately and he smiled slowly with a low moan at the thought of such a lovely sacrifice.

"Mmm... it's been so long since we shared a treat, brother..." He bit hard on his lower lip, shuddering in delight. "Would you like to watch me seduce him? I could make him crawl like a dog towards you if you wanted... or I could just do that..." He chuckled softly, leaning close to run his tongue over Iairosk's slender throat with a heated moan. "Maybe he could be a little present for you? You felt so wonderful inside me... I'd like to give you a virgin in God's house..."

It was strange, but the thought of turning an innocent human towards his brother was so very alluring to Aeori; in his mind Iairosk should be worshipped and adored by everyone, and if he could help, all the better. "You have to promise to fuck me again after though... I might get jealous..." He spouted playfully, nibbling a slow line uo his brother's neck before grinding his hips into the other demon's thigh, his cock already sinfully hard once again. "Nngh... brother... I can't wait... shall I turn the priest...? I'm sure he'd be delicious..."

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Somehow his brother always knew exactly what to say to get his desire firing again. It took all of Iairosk's will not to just take Aeori once more. But there would be plenty of time for that later, along with all the things Aeori's sinful lips had promised. A priest would certainly be delicious, though it was hard to think of anything but his brother with the demon pressed up against him so lewdly.

He shook his head lightly to clear his thoughts, looking down at his brother with slightly glazed over eyes. "You, jealous?" He chuckled lightly, and couldn't help a small swell of emotion at the thought. It was reassuring to know that Aeori would get jealous as well, though at least he had never imagined that anyone but himself could keep his attention for long. "I like the idea of a priest, brother, but I couldn't possibly take him all for myself..." He grinned down at the other, leaning to kiss him passionately before reluctantly pulling himself away.

"We need to get started soon or it won't get done at all, brother, you're impossible to resist for long." Of course, he could just take his brother right then and there, and he knew the demon wouldn't complain. But denying himself just made it all the sweeter when the release finally came. And he wasn't fully over-exaggerating when he said it was now or never, if he caved now it could be a long time before he came out of the pleasure filled experience, and by then he would be spent. "But of course, I couldn't want you any other way."

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Despite his wanting for some more entertainment, Aeori couldn't help but affectionately nuzzle into his twin's throat, not unlike the felines he so adored. Their connection was simply too deep, too intimate to let him be without Iairosk when they were so close and he purred hotly with a fiendish smile as the other demon spoke of how he tempted and teased. "Mm... but of course, brother. I exist to lure things around me... including you." He chuckled and flicked his tongue over his brother's cheek before moving to one of the men's corpses that littered the barn.

He huffed and pulled the rough cotton clothing from the body, pulling it over himself; too big. The shoulders hung from him, exposing his pale skin, but that was all the better and with but a thought his tail shimmered briefly before fading into nothing. He looked for all the world like a scruffy street urchin and he placed a hand on his hip, tilting his head. "I'll seduce him. I saw him while I was in the village and he kept looking at me... I'll treat you to a show first..." He leaned close to his brother and pressed his lips briefly to the other demon's with a lustful purr before pulling away. "I love you, brother."


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The house was absolutely crowded with Michael's closest friends and not-so-close ones that spilled over throughout the main living room, the kitchen and even to the pool full of college-aged girls and the men flirting with them. Amber of course was one of the folks personally invited by the birthday boy for the popular folks often would share the same circle of friends and when Amber came to the party there were at least a half dozen other popular girls that came with her. Yet throughout the night and a number of shots later the gaggle of girls that surrounded the red-head dispersed when her closest gal-pals took up dancing with the party animals.

Even now Amber was leaving the dance floor, eager to get herself another drink and leaving one handsome man behind to turn around and grind against the nearest girl in a short skirt without a second thought to the red-head making her way to the punch bowl. She was only a petite 5'4 with a round face and red hair that in looking in the mirror she would never see herself becoming a model like a lot of her friends but she was definitely the cute sort, the girl next door with a full bosom and a killer fashion sense. Tonight the red halter top was strung around her mid-section and tied behind her neck offering full coverage of her front and yet leaving a tantalizing glimpse at the side curvature of her breast. With it the short black skirt hung over fishnet stockings lacing over her legs to the pair of lacy black heels that forced her hips to sway with every step she took.

Slipping into the kitchen she was surprised to see the birthday boy there instead of in the throng of the masses but not hesitating she gave him a bright smile, "Happy Birthday, I hear you're turning into an old, decrepit man already," Amber joked as she poured pinch into a red solo cup, cradling it between her perfectly manicured fingers.

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Michael was in the kitchen, drinking a beer and taking a break from the rest of the crowd. Michael was one of the popular kids, but in a unassuming kind of way. He wasn't the loudest, the most confident or the best at sports. What he was however was good looking. His short blonde hair sat atop a face full of charm, his shoulders were broad and strong and his chest muscular. His six pack often pressed against the tops he was wearing and his legs were in physical peak as he was a member of the local soccer team.

So when Michael threw a party at his house, everyone came. This was because all though he wasn't the biggest fish in the social sea, he was the one the least amount of people hated. And that was the way he liked it. He had taken off his white jacket and put it on a hanger in the kitchen, now just wearing jeans and his black top with a few white strips. As he took a swig from his beer, a female figure walked in, and Michael immediately smelled sweet perfume, that kicked in his predatory instinct.

"Hey Amber, you enjoying the party?" He asked looking in her direction and smiling. Amber looked stunning in a red top and black skirt, always a fashion trend setter. And in Michael's eyes she was one of the most sexual attractive girls in the school. More girl next door than model, but definitely seemed to have a quality that screamed bad girl in bed. And that was a quality the boys loved.

"I'm still young at heart. Got to have as much fun as you can in life right." He answered Amber's joke, taking a swig of his beer again as he let his eyes roam over her body, taking a good look at her ass as she got herself some punch. "Speaking of fun, I'm glad you came to the party. I was worried if you didn't show up, the place would be boring."

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A light-hearted giggle leaving her throat as she felt Michael's eyes roaming over her body yet she had felt such looks before and with practice came comfort in being seen as a sexual object. Toying the cup in her hand as she came closer to Michael letting her hand reach out to run over his forearm in an idle way that she would often reach out to touch anyone she was talking to. "Oh pshaw like anyone would miss one of your parties, sugar. The girls and I were just itching for something fun this weekend and this party is off the charts."

Lifting the red cup to her lips she took a sip of the spiked punch knowing full well that it had who knows what kind of alcohol in it to wash down the few shots she had already down previously. The woman had a faint buzz going that made her giggle at everything. As she would lean partially against the counter beside the ‘birthday boy' she caught her fingers toying with the glass bauble hanging from around her throat as she played the cool, smooth surface across her lower lip in idle fascination.

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Michael watched her every sexy little move, her hand on his arm and the way she played with the glass bauble around her neck. It was his birthday and he'd already decided what he wanted his birthday present to be. He put his arm around Amber, resting his hand on the hip opposite him and stroked her there gently.

"It's a good party, I agree. But it could be better. And it could get a whole lot more fun as the night goes on. As long as your up for some fun. But it's you right, you're always a laugh." He then maneuvered himself quickly in front of her, his arms either side of her on the counter as he stood before her, inches away from her. "So, do I get a birthday kiss?"

[User] Amber giggled, playing a flirtatious game as she would toy with the cup in her hand before setting it aside as he came in closer toward her feeling the warmth of his body as her back leaned against the countertop. Her eyes lifting up to him as she would draw her fingertips up along his jawline, her lips rising to brush the warmth of her soft mouth across his. Her tongue flicking outward across his lower lip as she suckled his mouth against her own to give him a warm, intimate kiss for his birthday. "Happy birthday"

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As her fingers drew along his jawline and she leaned in, Michael savored the kiss, pressing himself against her as she kissed him. When she broke away, he longed for another one but kept his composure as she wished him a happy birthday. But he knew he need a lot more from her. He moved his hands down her hips and to her tight skirt covered ass and squeezed as he pushed her against him.

"How about a bit of birthday fun! I've got the keys to my parents bedroom?" He held onto her tightly, not letting her go as he looked deeply into her eyes and then kissed her, this time it was him sucking on her lip and pulling it with his teeth.

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Amber felt his hands moving down over her ass as he pushed his hands against her bottom to pull her in against him. Her mouth parting to return his kiss as she explored her tongue against his lips as she squirmed feeling the warmth of his body yet the words hitting her ears she would flush, "I... I don't know hun... I mean.. there are so many people... I don't want folks to think I'm a total slut."

Her words were reluctant though she did not actually push him away or deny him as his hands explored over her ass feeling the soft curves beneath her skirt that her thong kept nice and smooth. Her cheeks flushed though perhaps it was just the booze with her mouth parting from his kiss she turns her head to take a another drink of punch to hide her uncertain nervousness.

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Michael took her hand forcefully and moved away from her, taking her out of the kitchen. He was determined to have a good birthday party and she was the perfect girl to celebrate with. They went out the kitchen and quickly to the stairs, going up to the first floor of the house.

"Nobody will think you're a slut. Nobody will know. My parent's bedroom locks from the inside. It'll be our little secret." He said when he was sure he was out of ear shot of everyone. He opened the door to his parents room and pulled her inside, locking the door behind him.

"So baby, why don't you give Michael a little strip tease. And if you don't, well I'll just tell everyone you did anyway. You do and I won't tell a soul" He moved over to a stool in his parents bedroom and sat on it, his legs parted slightly as he anticipated a show.

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Amber was taken in by Michael as she followed along behind him as he lead her toward the stairs and though he may not have told anyone at least a half dozen people saw them walk by toward where the bedrooms were. She did not meet anyone's eye direction yet she could swear she felt them looking at her. Even so when finally they were out of sight, the muffled sounds of the party drowned away with the door latched and locked behind them she let out a sigh. Michael was the birthday boy after all and he assured her that no one was going to know about what she did in there for him that she finally caved in. "Okay fine, since it's your birthday," she spoke, "I guess a little strip tease never hurt anyone."

Standing in front of him she would allow her hips to slowly sway to the unheard music as her hands would slide up over her own chest. Her fingers pushing against her breasts as she would caress herself through the material of her halter top and caress over her black skirt. Her lip sucked in over her teeth she grinned at him that the more she went the more she seemed to get into the little role. Her fingers slipping behind her neck as she plucked the top of the halter, slowly tugging at the tie behind her neck she held it put as she untied the one behind her back.

Slipping the halter top away to expose her perky chest as the top fell to the floor she let her hands slide up to cup beneath them, her fingers curling as she lifted her own tits in order to squeeze them together, "Is this what you wanted to see Michael?"

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Michael sat back, enjoying the view of the sexy and sensual Amber dancing in front of him. He felt himself getting hard as she dance, and bit his bottom lip as she took off her top, exposing her breasts to him. Her perky breasts called to him as his eyes remained locked on her. As she cupped them and squeezed them together, he answered her. "This is definitely a good start. But you still have clothes on."

He peeled off his own top and undid his jeans, giving his ever growing manhood some release from the jeans that were restricting them. He spread his legs out, letting Amber see how her strip tease was affecting him. "How about you shake that sexy little ass for me baby."

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Amber laughed as she watched him react to her body with her hands sliding down over her stomach she would rock her hips from one side to the next. The sound of the music was muffled from the party but she could still hear it as she began to dance for him in a private manner. Her body turning on a heel she shook her ass for him even as she would slide her hands down over her skirt, hooking her thumbs beneath the clothing to start to 'shake it off' revealing the cleavage formed by the top of her cheeks. Her body leaning forward a bit to let him watch as she peeled the skirt down her thighs until it fell off and was kicked aside. In nothing but a very tiny black thong she would spin back around and come closer to him.

Her hands reaching out to brush over his arms she would lean forward to let her tits dangle just a few inches from his face as she slipped one leg out, sliding her leg over one of his to straddle one thigh so he could feel the gyrations of her hips as she feigned humping his leg even as her hands ran through his hair, "Happy Birthday, Michael..." she whispered.

Sitting back up she would slide her hands forward to the front of her sex, pushing beneath the panties as she ran her hands over her crotch to peel the strip of cloth away she moved it over her ass and peeled it off her body. Her hairless sex, waxed completely bare was a smooth contour on display leaving the redhead naked except for a pair of high heels on.

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Michael sat back and enjoyed every second of his private lapdance, watching her shake her ass seductively and gyrate against his leg. She was soon naked and Michael let his eyes feast on her supple body. "Damn you're hot. Baby, keep the heels on."

His hardness was now urgently pressing against any fabric in it's way as he lifted himself up to his feet and let his jeans and boxers drop to the floor, his manhood now free for her eyes to feast upon as he moved over to her and pulled her into his body, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her passionately. He planned to have his way with Amber, all night long if he could. But what she didn't know is there'd be a few guests turning up to join in on the party.

But for now, he let his hands roam her body, groping hungrily for more of her as started to push her down his body, wanting to feel her warm and wet mouth pleasure him in ways he had imagined before tonight, and ways he would never forget afterwards.

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Amber grinned as she pressed her body against him, squeezing his hardness between their bodies to prod against her naked stomach as her lips would lift to return his kiss. Her lips running across his mouth allowing deep and passionate kisses until his hands would start to push at her shoulders and she took the hint that he wanted her to kiss elsewhere. She had already agreed to go this far, she rationalized, that what was the use denying the birthday boy a real happy ending. Her body dragging across his front as her tits ran over his cock until she was on her knees with her fingers wrapping around the base of his erection.

Squeezing him at the base she 'painted' her lips with the smear of precum on his dick as her tongue ran against the underside of his meat, drawing him in against her hot breath before squeezing her lips around his girth to give him a suck. Pulling him a few inches across her tongue as she felt herself his cock her eyes looking up to meet his eyes.

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Michael looked down at her, watched her hold the base of his shaft, running his head across her lips and her tongue skillfully along the underside of his meat. It sent shivers through his body as she then took her lips around him as she sucked on him, her eyes looking up into his. Her breasts running over his manhood just before had given him another idea that he would do later, but right now he put his hands behind her head.

"God your good Amber," he said as he started to thrust himself between her lips and into her mouth. Holding her head in place he let his shaft slide between her lips, getting covered in a thin veil of her saliva as he did so. He pushed himself further and further with each thrust before he could feel the head of his cock start to hit the back of her throat lightly. He kept a slow pace for now though, prolonging his pleasure and soaking in every detail as he looked down at the erotic sight of Amber with his full length in or hanging from her sweet mouth.

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Amber's eyes flicked between watching his cock disappear into her lips and looking up at his pleasured expression as her lips pulled tightly around his girth. She was sucking upon him feeling as he pulled her a little deeper across his length until he tickled upon the back of her throat. Each pull back would leave him slick with her spittle that she would dribble a little more spit on the end of his cock with her fingers wrapping around just south of her lips to push her hand down even further to smear her mouth's lubricate down his entire shaft.

In slow, steady movements she would bob upon his manhood taking half of it into her mouth at a time before finally deciding to really drive him crazy that wanting to make sure he came for his birthday she would push herself to go a little further. Sitting up more on her knees that her head was teetered over his lap she pushed him deep into her mouth and then kept going. She could feel him push against the back of her throat as she felt the bulge in her neck as she forced herself to take a few more inches slowly engulfing his entire length into her mouth until her lips kissed the base of his cock and waited there, letting him feel the sensation of being buried to the hilt in her pretty little face.

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Michael's desire and lust went over the edge as he lost any sense of trying to prolong his pleasure. She had been doing a great job on him, but when she buried the full length of him down her throat, her lips around his base and her face touching his stomach, he needed to reach climax. He held her down on his shaft, feeling her around his full length before he pulled himself out so just the head was still in her mouth, just so he could push himself back in. He started to face fuck her viciously, holding her head as he pushed his length in and out of her over and over again, his sack hitting her chin on each thrust.

His manhood started to throb and pulse as he could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax. His thrust became more urgent, harder and more unforgiving until he felt like his head was going to explode. Just before he did however he pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself in front of her face as he pulled her head back with his other hand by the hair. It wasn't long before he exploded, the first shot of his orgasm flying further than he expected and hitting her forehead, before the rest flew in and around her mouth, dripping down her cheek as he stroked himself, his body shaking with pleasure and his eyes locked on her face. He put his manhood back into her mouth and finished off inside it, thrusting slightly as he came down from his high.

"God damn, happy birthday me!" Michael pulled himself away from Amber and looked at her, a smile on his face. "So, now for the party to get crazy!" He went over to the door and opened it up, his friend Jason walking in, pulling his shirt off as he did so. Michael locked the door behind Jason and went over to the bed, relaxing on it. Jason looked at Chloe, seeing the result of what had just happened, as he pulled down his trousers and boxers, clearly excited to get the next go. "I was going to fuck her tits, but she was too good for me to hold out on." Michael said as he laid back on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Guess I'll just have to do it." Jason replied as he stepped up to Amber, reaching for her breasts and cupping them in his hands.


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"Notice what? Everyone at your work will be informed of your 'going underground' for the time being, and this isn't the house of someone who is in close contact with neighbors and friends. Face it Judge; you're all alone. By the time I'm through with you, you'll dress what ever I tell you to dress, crawl when I tell you to crawl, speak when I tell you to speak. Hell, you'll want to walk down the neighborhood naked if I wish it!" Ramon laughed into her ear; he couldn't help it. Was she really so dumb?

"Now, we are going to move to your closet; we are going to pick some very fine scarves and nylons to tie you with. The question is whether you walk there, or whether I choke you out and drag your body there. Neither way will save you from what is to come, but it may save your daughter from getting a visit from me, later."

His hand at her waist reached up her shirt, seeking one of her breasts to give a quick pinch before retreating back down again, lazily and lightly tracing the flesh of her sides.

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_How is it he knew her so well?_ Was Cecilia that easy to read...? It was unnerving the way he said what he did. As if he'd known her all her life. She tilted her head away from him to try and avoid the barrage of words she was receiving as well as his laughter. The last thing he said she would do outraged her. "I will do no such thing!" She shouted. She raised her hands up then and wrapped both around the piece of glass he held. Squeezing on it tightly as she tried to get it away from him. She didn't let go of it even after she felt it starting to cut at her hands, or when he spoke again. She merely huffed as she tried to use what strength she had.

"I---" She started to speak after he had told her her options. But then he went on to mention her daughter. Her eyes flashed back at him. _How did he know about her?_ She thought back over everything she had said on the phone. She couldn't remember speaking about her daughter at all, to anyone.

"You wouldn't dare. This is about me. You're not about to bring in an entirely different person, are you?" She said as she tried to better remember his file to see if he really would do such a thing. Everything was hazy to her though with the state of panic she had been thrown into. Her hands finally moved from the glass when she felt his hand going up her shirt as she tried to stop it. But he did as he pleased. She thought about her real options then. She could try and kick or hit him, but that would likely end in more of her damage than his. She couldn't even bite him the way they were standing.

"Scarves and nylons won't hold me." She said roughly, choosing to believe in her strength. "There's no point in keeping me either, because I'm not going to fight you. You might as well kill me already." She said wanting to annoy him enough that he would change his tactic in some way or another and give her a chance to do something about her situation.

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Ramon raised an eyebrow as Cecilia dug her own hands into the glass, but he let her. It was enjoyable seeing her confusion about his knowledge of her family. Truth be told, he only knew as much as the Judge's Wikipedia page told him; he wouldn't be able to pick her daughter out of a line-up, but there was hardly any reason to tell her about that. No, best to let her think that there was nothing he could hide from her. Of course, she went on how he wasn't to touch her daughter and how he wouldn't bring in another person, blah-blah-blah.

It was her defiant stance, her strength that made him hard. God, it would be difficult to keep it under control, not to take her like an animal here and now. But no, she had to be prepared; teased, caressed, small things to put her off balance. And even after the true 'initiation' started, he would keep them up, just to annoy her.

When she was done putting up her front, he remained silent for a bit. Then his free hand left her side and grabbed her closest hand, pressing deep into the cut. "I get to cut you, Cecilia. I, and no one else! That is your first lesson!"

"Your second is that I would, have, and WILL being another person into this! Have you forgotten one of my earlier duels, were I made my honored opponents' daughter lick her mothers' slit before I killed them both? Now, will you walk, or will you be carried?" Truth be told he didn't even remember that duel, if it even existed. But he was trying to scare her into a reluctant submission, so why not?

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Cecilia's fingers curled and quivered as the pain was searing through her. Her face contorting as she grit her teeth and bit her tongue in order to keep quiet. Closing her eyes as she attempted to mentally block out the pain. She was surprised though by how he knew her first name. It didn't seem like something that would have been significant enough for him to remember, seeing as this was clearly all revenge. For what she had done to him. She wasn't about to let him get it. She would defeat him. Whether by mind power or will, she would, one way or the other.

She was panting now as all her resistance was going into being quiet which took everything in her. "Don't you even think for a second you have the right to say my name." She growled back at him before he went on. What he stated wasn't clear in her memory at all, in any way. Which frustrated her. But she wouldn't have put it past him. The words made her squirm her legs as well. More the way he spoke of sexual actions he forced others to do. The years she lived taught her to loath younger people for the way they spoke in the same manner. Making sex into filth when she believed it was meant to be a beautiful and sacred act between two people. It was even more disgusting thinking he had caused incest to occur.

"You will not speak to me in this manner." She said with a glare as she used her free hand to cover her ear. She didn't want to hear it anymore. "If you're going to have me choose my binds and be tied do it already. Or are you a liar?" She shouted. Anything was better than hearing his voice right now.

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Ramon gave a growl into her uncovered ear that was half-angry, and half-sexual. "I will speak to you however I wish, Cecilia," he practically breathed into her ear, "Because from this moment on you are my Masterpiece; nothing more than raw clay I will mold into the perfect opponent for the perfect duel. Now, if you do not mind..."

Ramon twisted one of her arms behind her back, pulling it as far as it would go. The bit of glass once again dug into her throat, though he was careful to put it where it would do the least permanent damage while still causing intense pain. "Start walking to your room, now."

He accented his last word with another tug to her pinned arm, and he was already half-pushing her towards the door.

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Cecilia held her breath as she felt his growl against her ear. Not wanting to catch air of his breath, as she was sure it was rank. As soon as he was done his first bit, she spoke up, even after he near broke her arm. Or did something that felt like it was about to. "I have, and will always be a free woman. Nothing you say or do will change that." She hissed. Pushing herself on her toes as she tried once again to escape the makeshift blade. But there was no way. Not left right, up or down, unless he moved it she was stuck.

She tilted her head up proudly still as he pushed her on. "I will go because I want to. Not because you told me to you sick pervert." She said. Holding back a cough as she wasn't sure what that would do with the glass against her neck. Walking along, she wanted to lead him astray. If she did though, he might truly bring in her daughter. Or, her younger son. She didn't want either of them to face the peril she was in. Or even to learn of it. She didn't need them worrying anymore than they already did.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the master bedroom which was locked as she always kept it this way. There was only one key, that she wore around her neck and kept tucked within her bosom. So that none would find or, dare try, to take it from her. It was invisible to the naked eye as it was neatly placed beneath her clothing. She wait there with him, trying to steady her breath as she wanted to see what he would do. Break the door down or search all over for the key.

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Ramon let her have her tirades and her pathetic show of strength; it was all just more proof that the silly thing needed to be molded. As they walked along, his eyes darted this way and that, musing at the possibilities that this place would give him in his shaping her. "Well, this is quite the place; I can hang you by your thumbs on that banister, or maybe make you do the splits while standing on one leg? Hmm, decisions, decisions. Well, there will be plenty of time for us to decide. After all, we have all week... all month... all year..."

His voice trailed off as the older woman finally stopped walking towards a closed door. Roughly, he pressed her against the door and tried to open it, only to tell that it was quite obviously locked.

"You lock your bedroom? What are you, twelve? Or maybe little miss kinky has a few toys she likes to play with, and keeps it locked." Once again her arm found its way behind her back, and the glass pressed deeply, threatening to break the skin. "I know ways to make things hurt beyond baring, beyond hurting itself, without breaking a bone. Now, where is the key?"

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At the talk of time, it made Cecilia feel the urge to give him question. As soon as it came to mind she decided upon giving it to him, in hopes it might buy her a little time to think. "I haven't that much time you know. Do you realize how old I am? I don't understand why you would choose me of all people when I'm not exactly in my prime." Which was entirely untrue in her mind, since she was doing everything to keep her youth. Much like men in their mid-life crisis' would buy cars and date younger women to try to keep their youth. She was doing much better however in the way she took care of herself. She'd been told she looked as young as 26 before. The only real hint that she was getting on in her years were the gray hairs tangled in with the others, which was something she took to fixing every time she got her monthly haircut with a bit of dye.

Cecilia was forced to give noise to him as she had been busy trying to shift his focus and incidentally lost her own. A grunt and a cough as she felt part of the wind blown out of her with the way he threw her against the door. Then her lips were sealed again. Her head tilting backwards again to try and dodge his seemingly only weapon as she stared at the roof. The biggest reason lately that she kept her door locked, was because of her cat getting in and making playthings of her jewelry. He had even swallowed one at a point and she had to rush him to the nearest pet hospital. She became more relaxed as she remembered he was now lost to her.

She looked to the side in remembrance before looking down for a while towards her chest where the key was, as she thought about whether or not to push her luck. "You aren't up for a challenge yourself? Of finding the key? Here I thought you were some brilliant man, who knew me so completely, and you can't find a simple key?" She said glancing sideways to him.

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Ramon was not distracted by her talk about how she was old or whatever pathetic pleads of mercy. Did he think her blind or stupid? That he was unable to chose the very best materials?! He would torment her for that, get her to confess that she was the most beautiful woman in the world... then he would torture her for a whole day because of her vanity. Really, 'haven't much time'! What, did she think she would be alive next month?! Well, she might be, but it's not like he intended to keep her like a pet! She was just to be molded for her sacred duel, and as part of giving her this honor, she had to pay with her body. It was as simple as that, and her attempts to complicate it were getting more than a little annoying.

She was not, however, as subtle with her glance down as she thought. While Ramon couldn't know that it was safely tucked away between her breasts, it was enough of a giveaway for him. he spun her around, and swiftly buried his fist into her gut.

"Here's what is going to happen," he told her, "Since you want me to find it, I will; I'm going to cut off every piece of clothing on you, and you can save your vanity for a time by telling me whether or not I'm getting 'hotter' or 'colder'. Shall we begin?" He grabbed her top, using the glass shard to tear her shirt right down the middle.

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Cecilia coughed and wheezed, as again her breath was taken from her, this time with his hand. She gasp for breath as her arms settled back against the door. She closed her eyes tight as she tried to recollect herself before anything else was done to her. She listened to him as closely as she could then to try and be sure she was given warning about what he was about to do.

_Why was Ramon so sure it was on her now?_ She thought for only a moment before she felt like tearing out her own eyes. Why did she have to look? It was then that she saw him straight on for the first time. Well, at least during this session they were having. She was forced to see him up close now as well. The only real thing that made him horrible to look at was the fact that she knew exactly where he had been with that form. After seeing so many pictures of the crime scenes there was no forgetting it.

"Cold." She said as calmly as possible as she felt him starting to tear at her shirt. She grit her teeth, as she hated to think he was going to ruin her clothing. Even if it wasn't her best clothes, they were still hers. "It's around my ankle." She said in order to try and steer him clear before he got any further down her shirt with his glass blade.

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When she made her declaration that the key was around her ankle, Ramon grabbed her chin and forced her to look him dead in the eye. His grip was strong like iron, and was done to make one thing perfectly clear; that he was in control, and not to be trifled with. "You say that it is around your ankles. Very well. I will check. If it is there, your feet will get a reward. If it is not, then I will start peeling the skin off of them bit by bit, and I won't stop until glass meets bone. If you yell and scream, I will knock you out, break this door down, secure you in the best way possible, wait for you to revive, then start peeling again."

"If you have just lied to me, and admit it right here and now, then your feet will still get punished. However, it will be a far more preferable punishment then what you WILL get if I check and it is not there, and you an trust me on that. Now, were you lying just now?" His glass renewed its trail, not stopping until it had sliced her shirt completely down the middle.

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Cecilia shivered and her eyes tried to dart about to avoid his as she coughed again. There was no dodging him or his face as he held himself right there before her. She closed her eyes because of this before opening them again when she decided to refuse to forget where she was. She wasn't going to try and block any of it out anymore. She had to remind herself why she had to get out. She gagged visibly as she listened to his description of what he would do. She tried to yank her head away from him then but his grip was too firm. Which made her hands jump up to try and assist. They could not do much at all because of how they were cut.

She hissed before dropping them back down to her sides. Huffing, she glared right back at him. Her toes curling up as she felt what he had said before he even got a chance to do anything. He was so vivid in what he said he would do. It was impossible not to feel it from the mental image he painted. "All right. I lied. But there isn't a thing you can do that isn't a punishment." She said just before spitting at him.

[User] "Yes there is. For one thing, you're still alive. That can change at any time, at my will." With that, Ramon bent down and pressed his lips into hers. His lips licked the bottom of her lip before he bit down, hard. While doing this, his free hand reached up and tore off her cut top like it was a coat, throwing it to the floor. Licking any blood on her lips, he grabbed her by her sports bra and dragged her to the floor, tearing at while he did, and bringing his makeshift knife to slice off all the rest. "For example, that was an extremely, light, punishment."

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Cecilia was about to make a retort when his lips came to hers. She tightened her lips together as much as possible, into a very thin line and tried to pull away again. There was no where to move even if she had been able to pull away, she was backed into the door still. She hissed when he bit down into her lip. She would not have bled so much, perhaps not at all, had she not still tried to pull away harder then from his teeth. She gave a loud grunt as she felt him tear off her shirt. Her body going from hot to cold in an instant as her cheeks tinted only slightly.

The moment he started licking her lips a hand shot up to slap him. Making contact she whimpered as it stung her and she whipped her hand back as quick as she had ran it out. Her fingers cringing to try and protect the cut now as she felt it pulsing with pain. Not a moment later, did he yank her down to the ground. The key shot out the top of her cleavage as soon as he did. Settling on top of one of her breasts. She heard the tear and groaned before she felt him cut it off entirely. She grab the pieces of fabric with her opposite hand to try and keep it together. The key bouncing and hitting her chest in several places as she struggled to tuck it back in between her breasts before he caught sight of it.

"Did no one teach you to be a gentleman?" Cecilia yelled as she sat sprawled out on the floor.

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Ramon rubbed his cheek where she had slapped him, trying to gather the bit of blood that her hand splashed on his cheek. He only came back with a small scattering of blood, but it was visible and he showed it to her. Then he slowly licked his hand clean, making a grand show of swallowing when he was finished. Ramon couldn't help but smirk at her pathetic attempts to both stay covered and hide the key at the same time. He had trained Olympians to track the tip of a sword through a heavy, netted mask; did she really think he wouldn't see a shiny key fall out and land firmly on her breast? Well, he supposed she thought she was being rather clever. They were always more fun that way.

He leaned in to give an answer to her seemingly simple and insulting question. "Did you teach your children to be whores that sleep with anyone? Do they even have the same father?" He roughly grabbed at the fabric, feigning ignorance of the key and being more concerned about bearing her from the waist up.

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Cecilia's lips curled as she was made to watch him lick her own blood. She felt the urge to flail at him again, but held herself back. She hated his smile more than anything else. She tuck her hands beneath her arms as she resisted even trying to pull his legs out from beneath him. Clinging to the fabric left to her as if it were her life.

When he asked return questions, she couldn't help it. She lunged up at him. Wrapping her arms around both of his legs she tried to get him to collapse even as he was attempting to steal her clothes again.

"No. They didn't. But I loved them. Even if they never were able to love me. I loved both my children just the same!" She shouted as she bit his upper leg then as hard as she could before spitting out to the side. Trying to rid herself of the taste. "If I was a whore, I would be dead by now. So don't you even insinuate that I would act such a way. Much less teach my children to do such a thing. They are grown now, one with children of her own! And I am proud of them, because they have taken to going about a better life than I ever was able to!" She cried out, tears forming.

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Ramon was prepared when Cecilia attacked him; he assumed a normal fencing stance, and to her he was like a tree. Her bite to his leg went through his sweat pants, and he gave a sharp intake of breathe at the pain; he would later make a mental note about how much she liked biting. He had to raise an eyebrow at how pitiful she was acting, though. With one swift pivot of the leg, he would cause her to lose her balance and fall face forward. He wasted no time mounting her back, pinning her arms down and forcing them behind her back, crossing them as he did so. Now able to grip both hands in one wrist, began to yank at her cut sports bra out from underneath her. The glass shard was lost in the scuffle, but he wouldn't need it any more to keep her in line, and there was an entire room full of broken glass to get more from should he require it.

While he worked, he decided to admonish her. "You are a member of the Supreme Court, one of the most powerful people in the United States, to say nothing of powerful women, and you have the metaphorical big brass balls to talk about how poor and bad your life is? You are in need of shaping, Cecilia, and fortunately I'm here to do it." He bent down and bit the skin on her back. Hard.

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When Ramon did not budge an inch, Cecilia tried sinking her nails into him. As she didn't want to even try to bite him again because of the taste that still lingered in her mouth. Losing her landing, she barely had time to catch herself before she fell straight on her face. Her hands held her up only for a second before she collapsed because of the pain it caused her to have her full weight on them. She swatted back weakly, trying to push him off her back until he had her arms for himself. It didn't stop her from fighting against him. She fought him every step of the way.

She try lowering herself down further so that the fabric would be pinned between her in the ground, but it wouldn't hold for long. She groaned as the weight against her back went through her, forcing her to be flesh against the ground. Her breasts being the only thing to keep her off the ground were greatly strained in this moment. She panted as she tried to lift him as well as herself off the ground, managing to get up an inch before coming back down again.

His bite causing a high pitched squeal to come out before she bit her teeth together and consequentially bit her tongue. Making her groan and whimper as short breaths escaped her nose. "How bad my life was you imbecilic cretin!" She hollered at him in correction.

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Ramon didn't even bother to respond to her insult; she wanted to argue semantics, let her. In the mean time, he gripped her sports bra with his teeth and finished the tearing of it, leaving one piece in his hand, and the other dangling from his mouth. With that, he tied her arms behind her back, tightly as he could without risking cutting off circulation. With her wrists crossed and forced up her back, she would have to have flexible fingers indeed if she could untie that knot.

Then he went to her ankles, moving down along her legs as he did so. With the the bra still stuck in his teeth, he gripped her sweat pants and began yanking them down, leaving them just above her knees. Letting go, he spun around and took the extra cloth from his mouth, and tied her feet together, her left ankle atop her right. To complete his make-shift bondage, he pulled her sweat pant legs up, one at a time, till they rested on her knees, just below their top.

"You said that scarves and nylons wouldn't hold you; how about this, clever one?" A finger lazily traced her foot, testing for any ticklish reactions.

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When Cecilia felt her breasts become completely bare she tried even harder then to get free of his hands. Trying at least to lower her arms enough so that they would cover some of her chest. She attempted to claw at his hand with her nails as he held them there. Rocking from side to side to try and set him off enough so that she would be able to reach some part of him. Nothing could be done before he had her arms brought together and bound. She searched aimlessly for the knot but could not reach a thing.

She kicked up her feet wildly, squirming to try and drag herself forwards away from his grasp. Then she felt his hands near her waist. "Don't you dare!" She shouted, but he did it even as she spoke. Her butt cheeks squeezed together as she tried to keep her legs near enough to one another to keep her pants on. Her slick legs didn't give much help as he was able to force her pants down. "Stop it right now!" She said as she shook her bottom in efforts to try and toss him off.

She thought that was the last of it, but then he tied her feet together. Making her incapable of even kicking him anymore. "I'm going to give you one last chance, let me go!" She yelled after he had his say. "Before I burst free and kill you without your idiotic excuse for a duel!" Though just after her words, she couldn't help but give out a small moan when his finger hit the middle of her foot. She try to kick him away then instinctively in order to keep his touch from being sustained.

"How on earth is this any way to prepare for a duel?" She shouted as she tossed her hair about to try and get it out of her way of vision. She look back at him and spat hair out of her mouth that had landed there as she wanted an answer.


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High in her tower of black basalt stone, the sorceress Vale waved her arms in slow, sinuous motions as she chanted before a chalked circle of arcane runes. Sandalwood incense fumes filled the smoky air, drifting in gray plumes from four dangling braziers, wreathing the magical laboratory in shadow and shifting lights.

A smile of triumph spread across Vale's lips, scarlet as the mane of curly hair that spilled down to the small of her back. Her gown was scarlet as well, cut low in front to reveal a generous scoop of cleavage and slit high on one side, almost all the way up to her gold-belted waist. She raised her hands high as she finished her chant, voice rising to a crescendo, and a plume of electric-blue smoke erupted at the heart of the summoning circle. She took a step back and waited to see if the ritual of summoning and binding had succeeded, and what manner of creature her spell had snared.

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Amos couldn't help but smirk as he felt his essence being called upon in the demon world, someone was trying to summon him, however whereas most demons would hate the fact of being summoned, being bound to a puny human that commanded them to do very trivial and mundane tasks for the contract Amos did not oppose it, on the contrary, he had been waiting for it to happen. He slipped into the real world summoning materials for himself, how to bind and contract him, people would follow his words to the letter to summon him... but of course later on they would find out the surprise.

Amos pretended o rage as he appeared in the middle of the circle. "You dare summon me? The demon king Amos?" He wasn't the most powerful demon, but definitely fitting of the rank king, of course he didn't know that she was the strongest sorceress either, only summoning him to boost her powers. He looked at her and instantly liked her, she was gorgeous... a perfect toy for him.

He appeared around eight feet tall, rather handsome, especially by demon standards, his horns visible but not profound, his body having a darkish red tint to it and he was only wearing a loin cloth, the instant he tried to step out of the circle he pretended to be burnt, rune of bindings appearing on his body, little did she know this was all an act so far. He was curious though... what she wanted him for.

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Her breath hitched in her throat, but Vale relaxed a bit as the circle sparked and held. Her magic was stronger---stronger even than a demon king's. She hadn't known for sure what to expect, but this was far from the misshapen imps she used to conjure and dismiss for practice in her early days of study. Here was a true power---and now it would be hers to enjoy.

She lightly bit her bottom lip as her gaze slid down his body. He was a catch in more ways than one. It was dangerous to entertain such thoughts about a creature of the netherworld, but she couldn't help but wonder what he had under that loincloth. All in good time. "I am the Sorceress Vale," she said, resting one hand on her hip, "and I have conjured and bound you to my will. You will serve me."

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Amos hid the smirk on his face, she was certainly powerful, even more so than a demon king, which wasn't even though highest rank in the inferno realm. But there were exploits he could take advantage of. She followed his suggestions to summon him after all.

"You'll pay for this human." He pretended to roar in anger before seemingly submitting to her. Of course she'd pay, power hungry people always did. "Anything what pitiful bidding would you have me do?" He asked her as he waited for the runes to fully settle so that the circle wouldn't be needed.

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Vale had no idea she'd followed his own trail of breadcrumbs. In fact, she was deep in self-congratulations, having convinced herself that she was standing on the eve of her greatest magical triumph.

"Oh," she said, "bring me riches, slay my enemies, wash my windows, just the usual... but first, let's make sure the binding took, shall we?" She took a step back, appraising the demon king, then snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor at the center of the summoning circle. "Kneel."

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Amos listened to what she was saying, pity little things that humans wanted, nothing was all that hard or even different, but she didn't need to be different, her body was enough to make it all worth it. "Yes... mistress." He said, trying to not make his mocking tone seem obvious as he knelt before her. He'd wait a little while before showing her just who was boss, the shock on her face then would be a lot more priceless.

"I shall do your bidding mistress... I shall bring you riches beyond anything you've seen, slay your enemies without question and wash the windows until they look like they aren't there." He said, showing her that everything was going to her plan... of course though... it wasn't.

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Vale shifted in her gown, the fabric riding tight across her hips, and flipped her hair back with a flick of her hand. Perfect. He was utterly under her control, just as it should be.

"I'm going to part the wards, slave, and allow you to step from the circle. You will serve me with all of your heart, with your muscle and sweat as well should I wish it, understand? If not, I can visit pains upon you that... well, even a demon king can scarcely imagine."

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"Yes I will." He said to her, completely humiliating himself at the moment, but Amos was not that stuck up, he was willing to play his part until the time was right, he wanted to strike her a surprise when she felt she was most powerful, when she felt she had everything, and then he would take it away, turn this powerful spell caster into nothing but a fuck toy for him. He could hardly stop himself drum grinning.

"I understand everything. Just tell me where to start and I shall... bring you all the things you desire my mistress."

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"One more thing," Vale said, and tossed him something from her workbench. It was a collar of thick, dark leather, studded, with a heavy buckle.

"Put it on. All my slaves wear collars, so the entire world knows who owns them." She watched him, grinning, waiting to see if he would abase himself at her command.

[Assistant] "You're not the kindest mistress around are you?" Amos said as he looked at the collar, they didn't appear to be spellbinding ones, of course she had already bound him according to the summoning instructions. He put them on and looked down on the floor as if he was in a unhappy state. "you'd humiliate a demon like this? You know you will pay for this one day won't you?" He asked her, in fact... she would end up paying for it fairly soon. He obeyed her commands, but like any typical demon he put on an act of resistance.

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"I like my slaves to know their place," Vale said, beaming with satisfaction as he dressed. "Be thankful I permit you that loincloth... for now."

In fact, she was near-salivating at the thought of seeing what laid beneath it, but it wouldn't do to let him think he had anything she craved. Those muscles, those strong arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her up to him for a kiss... she shook her head. Time for pleasure once he'd been well and utterly broken, and once he'd fulfilled her every other desire. She couldn't afford the weaknesses of the flesh, not now.

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He might actually prefer to not have his loincloth, distract him more with his body as he would make her have more clouded judgments. Amos smiled at the thought, but instead he did nothing for now. Though she could see very clearly from the bulge. that underneath the loincloth was a tool worthy of easily pleasing her.

"So what of your enemies... name me one you wish me to destroy for you, do you prefer I go there alone so you could rest here? Or do you want me to go with you as you belittle and humiliate them more when you crush them?" he of course would prefer the latter... he wondered what she'd be like when he turns the tables while she thought she was winning.

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Vale was going to merely send him out as a weapon, but... he had a point. She could really make her foes squirm and enjoy every moment of it. Yes. A splendid idea. Not that she'd give him any credit for it, beast that he was.

"That was my plan," she said. "You will accompany me to the tower of my rival, Kessa the Grey, and lay waste to her works while I watch. I shall enjoy watching you... perform."

_Mm... perhaps that would be a good chance to see him 'perform'. Let's see that bitch turn her nose up at me when she's being demon-raped and begging me for relief._ Vale thought.

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Amos liked her already, had she been a demoness they could have been lovers. But no... she was a sorceress, a human, and despite being more powerful than a lot of the demoness that he knew... she was inferior... good for nothing but dumping his cum into. And that was what was he going to make her into.

"Of course. With your already formidable powers plus mine we'll easily take her down." He was tempted at the idea to rape Kessa, she was actually not a bad mistress... but of course why settle for Kessa when he could have both Vale and Kessa? He smirked, of course Vale would have thought it meant he liked the idea... which he did, but he liked his idea better.

"I shall perform for you once it is done." He saw no need to sneak in, holding onto Vale he teleported them right in the front gate to confront them head on.

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Vale grinned. It wasn't a very friendly grin. She waved her hand, hissed a word of magic, and the gates blew asunder. "After you, slave."

She followed her new pet into the tower, cupping balls of blue fire in each palm, ready to hurl them at anything that managed to get past Amos' onslaught. She didn't expect that would be much, if anything. Her true prize, her hated rival, was at the top of the tower.

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Amos took the lead and broke into the tower, of course onside inside they were confronted with normal guards... then Kessa's apprentices. All which were effectively nothing to Amos as he dispatched them with ease as he walked up the spiraling stairs towards where Kessa was.

"Looks like your rival is quite the new up and comer, she doesn't seem to have any worthy apprentice yet... though we'll see how powerful she herself is soon enough." He said as he led Vale up further towards the top of the tower.

[User] "A thorn in my side for years," Vale hissed, then gestured for Amos to blow in the doors to the ritual chamber. Kessa was there, garbed in gray and black, the blonde woman already forming a look of outrage as Vale stepped through and flicked her hand, tossing up a shield against Kessa's hastily-thrown magic bolts. "I'm sorry," Vale said, "Did we come at a bad time? Slave... bind her."

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Amos didn't hesitate to attack Kessa. Given that she was a lot more powerful than all the other mooks they fought on the way, he attack her fast, not to kill her but to take away her abilities to fight, after all Vale wanted to brag to her after all. He wanted Vale to succeed, to feel empowered and that summoning him was the beet thing that happened.

"You're going down..." He roared as he charged Kessa, pinning her down and then summoning demonic chains to bind up the unsuspecting mage.

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Vale cackled, seeing her nemesis bound and held fast in demonic chains. "Oh yes, meet my new pet," she said, striding close to her foe. "He's very strong and very, very eager to please me. As you should have been."

She paused, pacing, then said, "I'm going to give you a choice, Kessa. You know you need to make amends to me. You know you need to be punished. So I'll let you choose. You can either submit to me, bend your knee and beg to wear my collar, accepting any and EVERY penance I give you to fulfill... or I can simply hand you over to my pet, who will drag your soul to Hell for an eternity of torture."

She snapped her fingers sharply, looking to Amos. "Slave. Strip this whore. Let's be certain she understands. Besides, I want to see what she wears under those robes."

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Amos was at the tipping point, he could see that Vale was very happy, almost crazy happy that with his help she effortlessly took down a rival that she normally wouldn't be able to. She must think she was the most power being int he universe right now.

He went forth and took off Kessa's clothes, stripping them off quickly and letting Vale see that what she was underneath, he had a feeling that apart from hate maybe Vale liked Kessa... or at least her body. He'd wait until Vale would tell him to perform to act out his betrayal.

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"Damn you! You won't get away with this," Kessa hissed, dangling in chains and garbed only in strips and rags, her body vulnerable and exposed.

Vale stepped closer, grinning wildly. She reached out, cupping one of her rival's breasts---larger than hers, another reason to hate the bitch---and giving her nipple a sudden sharp pinch. Then she spat in Kessa's face.

"Strong words from a slut who will end this night in slave chains. Tonight and for the rest of your life. Oh, the punishments I have in store for you, you cheap... little... whore. Of course, you could always take the other choice, and throw yourself on hell's mercies. What'll it be, slut? My dungeon, or -his-?"

She reveled in the fear in her rival's eyes. Finally, the respect she'd been owed for years.

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Amos watched with amusement, he liked both women even though the fact that Kessa had bigger breasts, even if she was hotter in some aspects in others he preferred Vale and for now he wanted to fuck Vale more, he wondered how she was going to think when her rival she just defeated gets to watch her completely humiliated in front of her. He loved the thought already.

"She doesn't seem to be listening at all mistress." He said as he removed his loincloth, his cock revealed to be very large indeed, enough to stretch any pussy to the limits and fuck them deliciously.

But instead of approaching Kessa he went for Vale, holding onto her and beginning to undress her. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realizes that all the bindings are fake, and that nothing stood between her and getting raped by Amos.

[User] Vale felt a blush of heat as Amos tugged off his loincloth. He was... magnificent. She forced herself to focus, to savor the moment properly. "Very well... slave... fuck this worthless whore until she can't walk. Rape her magic and her disobedience out of her. I command you to pound her with that cock until she screams for mercy and begs to lick the dirt from my shoe---" she paused in mid-rant as Amos took her wrist, his other hand closing on the shoulder of her gown. "Wait... what are you.. WAIT!" Her look of sheer horror was sublime.

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"Oh I do intend to fuck... but not her... at least not yet." Amos said giving Kessa a wink before he ran his hand down lush body, perhaps not as buxom as Kessa but she was sexy in her own way, most sexy of all was the fact that she summoned him, held power over him and now he was going to show her that she had none.

The runes on him glowed for a second before they all faded, fake, a disguise used to fool her for the moment before he came upon her. He pushed her onto the floor on her hands and knees as he moved his member to her pussy, teasing her for a bit before he began to push it in? "How does it feel to have you rival watch you get fuck?" He asked as he started to slide his cock in.

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Vale squirmed helplessly as her dress peeled off, exposing ripe breasts and soft, creamy curves, the shocked sorceress struggling to conceal herself with her arms but unable to escape Amos' grasp. Kessa watched from her chains with disbelief. "Gods, Vale, what did you do?! You've doomed us both!"

"I command you," Vale gasped, "I command you to---" and then her words turned into a sudden groan as the demon king began to violate her.

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Amos was more playful than actually evil. he didn't seem that eager to inflict pain on either of them, in fact, he didn't at all. He wanted to fuck and ravish their bodies, turn these powerful casters into his own personal slaves, which he would no doubt do.

"Command me to what? command me to fuck you?" He said, his monster cock filling her pussy completely as he held onto her hips and began to thrust into her. "You got it then." He said as he screwed his "former" mistress right in front of her rival. "Enjoy the show human." He told Kessa. "You just might be next... but if you play your cards right... I might go many rounds with this sex kitten beneath me."

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Kessa's mocking laughter rang in Vale's ears as the demon king violated her, his powerful arms holding her fast. "What was that you wanted him to do? Fuck me until I can't walk? How's that plan going, you stupid bitch?"

Vale gasped, overwhelmed by fear and heat, despising the rush of pleasure that washed over her with every slow stroke of the demon king's cock. She tried everything she could think of, every cantrip and curse she could muster, but her panic left her in no state for spell-casting. Feeble sparks danced from her fingers, harmless and scattering across the floor.

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Of course Amos would gradually pick up his speed as he completely overtook his mistress by surprise... by now she would realized that nothing she could do would actually stop Amos's rape of her. The demon smiled as Kessa. "Oh... she had planed for that for sure... she what she didn't plan on was me doing it to her."

He spanked her ass before speeding up his thrusts her pussy felt tight and felt himself getting closer to climax as his other hand ran down her sexy back, Vale was a beautiful woman, someone who he'd want to keep as a pet forever, his hips continued to slam into her butt, which after the spanks... where beginning to glow a bit.

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Vale yelped at the spanks, her reddened ass firm and warm under Amos' powerful hand. She rocked with his thrusts, her sex tight and slick, feeling as if it had been made for the demon king's cock.

"Pull her hair back," Kessa said, "make her look at me. I want her to look me in the eye while you're fucking her. I want to see the look on her face when you come."

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Amos smiled and complied with Kessa... "You'll have to pay up for that lady." He said as he pulled Vale's hair so that she was no facing Kessa... her pussy full of the demon's cock as he pounded into her, making her body thrust forward while Amos forced her to look at her rival while she paid for her failed plan getting fucked by the demon she sought to control.

"She does look very pretty." Amos said as he felt his climax approach. "Should I cum in you or on you..." He pondered by doing a bit of both, filling her pussy with a scream as he came before he pulled back to have the remaining seed splatter onto her back.

[User] Vale gasped again and again, her heat rising despite her hatred and fear---made all the worse at the sight of her rival staring smugly down at her. She neared her peak just as Amos came, pulling out, denying her even that---and she groaned as the demon king's seed spattered her naked back, coating her in the leftovers of his pleasure, marking her as his.

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Amos wasn't nearly done with her just yet... though he did feel that denying her of the pleasure of climaxing couldn't be better time than it was and he smirked wildly. "You seem to want more my personal slut." He said to her as he pushed his member against the entrance of her ass, the slick cock slowly penetrating into her anus.

"You'd like to watch me fuck her ass won't you?" He said to Kessa as he smirked, watching her tight anal muscles slowly take in his cock. "How does it feel slut?" He asked Vale.

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"I... I'm not a slut! I'm not a slut!" the sorceress Vale groaned, struggling to escape this new, brutal invasion. Her ass was tight, her perfectly round buttocks pressing against the demon lord's hips as he slid into her.

Kessa rattled her chains. "Let me go and I'll do more than watch. I'll help you break the bitch. I promise."

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"Oh yes... only a slut would like to take my cock in her ass and love it." Amos said, moving a finger to her pussy and fingering her as he continued to pump his length into her again and again into her asshole, enjoying it immensely.

"Oh... you'll have to offer me something Kessa... why should I leave you out of this? I would like to fuck you as well after all." Amos moaned as he fucked Vale's ass.