Succubus Sexfight

[jamieth]

Two half-succubusses have a sexy encounter in a club, both wanting to show each other who the better seductress is.

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“And then she falls down, but she remembers everyone who is cheering her on, and slowly rises up, more determined than ever!” The nervous mage girl kept on rambling about her favourite show, clearly not used to flirting. Lucy couldn’t blame her though, her beauty could be overwhelming at the best of times, but with the way she was dressed, she was just impressed the cute girl could say anything at all.

It was Halloween, so the club they were at was more packed than usual, with everyone there seemingly competing to show off as much skin as possible, but Lucy didn’t mind this. In fact, she quite enjoyed the sexual energy that was permeating the space, the club filling up with more and more pheromones as the night wore on. Clearly, this had gotten to her friends as well. They were supposed to be here for a girls night out, but all of them had already split off to find someone to dance with, leaving Lucy to meet the adorable girl in front of her.

She was wearing the costume of her favourite character from some anime, the one she was currently explaining to Lucy, having opted for personality instead of appeal with her costume choice.

Lucy, meanwhile, had chosen a cheap succubus costume that came with a miniskirt that barely covered her ass and a top that consisted of two triangles and four straps, two going over her shoulders and two going around her back, with a little string tying the two triangles together in the front. The black garments had been accompanied by a pair of black horns, which Lucy had already discarded, not liking the way they sat on her head.

She had then completed the ensemble with a pair of panties and some heels, foregoing makeup like she always did, her natural beauty not needing any enhancement. Even though the fabric of the costume was a bit thin, and it made her look like a slut, Lucy always picked a succubus costume for halloween, no matter what.

This is because she was a succubus herself. Well, half-succubus technically. Her mom was a succubus, but her dad was just a human. She had always wondered how her dad had convinced her mom to settle down, but either way she was thankful for it, as she had always felt that being a half-succubus was like being a succubus with none of the downsides.

While she didn’t get her mother’s iconic horns or wings, she had still gotten her tail, and thankfully, enough perception magic to hide it when needed. Her mother had also passed on her stunning looks, Lucy having her to thank for her full lips, large breasts, toned tummy, grabbable hips and plump ass.

Her natural allure made it very easy to tempt any person she was interested in. As a half-succubus she could “charm” people just by looking at them or realising special pheromones, instantly turning them on and filling them with feelings of lust, need, love, attraction and so on, but she usually didn’t need to use this as it was trivial for her to seduce anyone.

Succubusses also needed to suck sexual energy from humans regularly, which only gave her more respect for her dad. Lucy, with her human half, didn’t need to do this, but she still had the ability to drain other’s, converting the stolen energy into pleasure instead of nutrition.

All these perks did come with a drawback however. Whenever she got horny her “charm” would activate automatically, which could be a problem in crowded areas, but she had learned to control this a long time ago.

“That’s incredible, I think it’s amazing how passionate you are,” Lucy interrupted as the girl kept rambling. It was a cheap line, but the mage seemed to appreciate it, her eyes going wide and a blush washing across her cheeks.

“Thanks, I was kind of nervous to go out dancing with this many people,” the girl started, taking a short break to scan her eyes across the dancefloor. Lucy's eyes naturally followed hers, glancing out into the club where her eyes were stopped by another pair of eyes.

Suddenly she was making her way toward those eyes, being compelled forward by them before her brain even realized it, and even when she did, she continued, too intrigued by them to stop moving, no longer caring about the cute girl or hearing the end of her sentence.

As she made her way through the dancers on the floor, passing catgirls, firefighters, and nurses, she could see the eyes getting closer to her, clearly being possessed by the same need to meet as she was, which only made her more excited.

Eventually both pushed through the crowd and Lucy finally got to see who the eyes belonged to. And to her surprise the girl looked exactly like her, same long black hair, same hourglass body, same graceful legs with plump thighs, but what caught her most off guard was the fact that they were wearing the same costume.

This surprise was not enough to stop her movement however, her eyes quickly flicking back to meet with this mystery “succubus’s” eyes. Lucy felt a wave of annoyance hit her as she saw her surprise mirrored in the other woman's face.

“This bitch. She’s looking at me like I copied her look,” she thought, but kept moving toward the girl as if she was being pulled against her will.

Finally the two girls crashed into each other, their tits meeting first, cushioning most of the impact as they gave way to each other, flattening against one another. Next their hips met, both feeling the impact reverberate through to their pussies and wombs, before being replaced by the soft touch of the other's midriff, the edges of their belly buttons touching, but not having enough force to stick to each other.

Finally their foreheads came together softly, with their noses lightly brushing, their breaths teasing each other underneath while their eyelashes teased each other above. For a moment they looked like one woman pressed against a mirror before their arms crisscrossed, grabbing ahold of the other’s back and pulling them together strongly, their belly buttons entering into a deep kiss.

Lucy was taken aback by how intense this first contact was, she was used to taking charge and being aggressive when flirting with someone, but this was more than she expected.

“You’re quite the aggressive one, aren’t you?” The girl asked in a breathy, amused voice.

“Usually I’m more reserved, but something about you caught my eye…” “Bella,” the girl offered freely. Lucy smiled at this before continuing. “Something that just makes me want to feel every inch of your body,” she finished, as she squeezed Bella’s body against her own, feeling the beauty's body soften against her own, a content moan spilling from her lips, before Lucy let go of the squeeze, thinking it cute how Bella needed a moment to collect herself.

“I have to admit there’s something quite alluring about you too…” “Lucy,” your whole body is just begging to be touched.” Bella said, as she returned the squeeze. Lucy could feel how practiced this woman was at manipulating the female form, her figure practically being forced to open up.

Her belly button was stretched open like it was begging to be played with, plastering itself against the other girl's skin to feel as much of it as possible. Her boobs were being compressed against the overbearing force of the other girl's tits, her erect nipples, she hadn’t even noticed when they had gotten hard, practically pulsed with energy as they reached out begging to be caressed and teased.

Her breath hitched and her lips pushed forward, seeking a kiss, but before they could find their target all the need she felt gathered in her throat and got released as a moan, accompanied by a throb from her clit, as it suddenly made itself very pronounced, straining against her underwear.

The moan seemed to satisfy Bella as she loosened her grip, Lucy's eyes refocusing as she came down from pleasure of the contact.

“What’s with this girl,” Lucy thought, “I’ve never felt this good just by touching someone. I need to take this girl home and sap her of every ounce of her sexual energy,” already excited, thinking about how much fun it will be to ravish the would-be succubus. To show her what a real succubus could do.

This excitement quickly turned to annoyance though, as Lucy’s eyes fully refocused and she saw the smirk on her partner’s lips that was clearly conveyed in her eyes.

“She’s looking down on me! She thinks she can play with me however she wants just because she made me feel a little good,” she fumed, not realizing she was contradicting her previous thoughts. “I’ll show her how to actually make somebody melt for you.”

“I think you’re just desperate for my touch,” Lucy replied, keeping her deliberate, teasing tone, moving her hands down toward Bella’s ass.

“Maybe you’re the one who's a little obsessed,” Bella responded in kind, moving her hands downward in tandem with Lucy's.

Before either of them could get to their destination, they were interrupted by something protruding from the other's skin.

““A tail?!”” Both girls let out in surprise, before realizing what had happened. It looked like Bella wanted to say something, but Lucy got there first.

“But no wings or horns. I didn’t expect to ever meet a half-succubus like this.” Lucy said, as she gripped the tail and gave it a little tug to make sure it was real, eliciting a yelp from the mouth breathing down her throat to her smug satisfaction.

“It sure is a surprise, but I don't mind getting to wear out half-succubus. Maybe you will actually last a little before you give.” Bella teased, the breath that accompanied every syllable having gone from a nice tease to annoying bother, making every word even more irritating to Lucy than their contents already did.

Before she could dwell on this, a flash went through her head, and a yelp snuck it’s way out of her lips, as her tail was pulled on, turning her annoyance into rage, calming herself quickly even as she was looking at the infuriating, unearned, smugness in Bella’s eyes.

“How do you expect to ‘wear me out’ when you can’t even get my attention without charming me?” Lucy shot back, having put together why she had had such a strong reaction to the cheating seductress.

“I don’t have to resort to cheap tricks like that, unlike you, you’re simply experiencing what everyone does when they see me.” Bella answered confidently, clearly gearing up for more before suddenly losing steam.

Not letting the opportunity pass, Lucy pushed, “Clearly you’ve never seen a beauty of my caliber before, or you’d be familiar with what you're feeling, cause I don’t need to resort to charming anyone.” Lucy then wanted to flash her charm for a moment to show Bella how it really felt, but realized that she couldn’t do it.

She then realized Bella must have tried to use it as well, only for nothing to happen for her either. After a moment of confused looks between the two succubuses, Lucy remembered her mother telling her about what happens when succubuses meet each other.

Whenever a succubus encounter would happen, both of their “charms” would be automatically activated, but instead of the usual effect, the charm would instead inspire disgust, hatred, dismissiveness, and a feeling of superiority over the other. It was thought that this was an evolutionary trait to ensure survival, as if two succubuses were to wind up having sex with each other their proficiency in bed would be so great that neither of them would be able to stop, and since succubuses can’t feed on each, they would keep going until they eventually fucked each other to death.

It seemed like the girls' half-and-half nature meant that they automatically activated their charms while around each other, and while their succubus half was responding to this with hostility, their human half’s lust was overpowering it, with no way to stop charming each other short of leaving. Lucy could see that Bella had come to a similar conclusion.

“I guess I can’t actually show her how easy she would be to break,” Lucy mused, thinking that even if she quickly fucked Bella to unconsciousness, she might not be able to stop raping her body, already realizing on a subconscious level how comfortable Bella’s body was from being pressed against it the entire time.

Even though their hands had moved off their backs onto their tails, the girls' bodies were still plastered to each other. Their eyes had not broken their connection since they had been brought close enough to give each other butterfly kisses; somewhere along the way they had even begun to blink at the same time in order to maximize their time together, though neither girl had noticed.

Their noses had gone from brushing against one another to actively teasing each other, giving each other bunny kisses and occasionally sliding forward length to length, which had the added benefit of bringing the mouths under them closer to each other.

While their mouths had been busy talking, they could still sense the heat from the lips opposite their own whenever they got close, and especially the constant breath they were being forced to breathe in was an infuriating, constant reminder of the surely delicious kiss that was only a few centimeters away.

Further down their tits were still shouldering the brunt of the pressure between the two succubuses, both sets of tits pressed tight, clearly waiting for the smallest imbalance of force to overtake the other completely. However, this would be tough to achieve as their nipples had found each other through their thin tops, and seemed intent on sticking to each other until one set overpowered the other through sheer hardness, though all this had accomplished so far was equal and simultaneous waves of pleasure to pass through their owner’s bodies with every push.

Their belly buttons had both tried to eat each other, both wanting to taste as much of the smooth abdominal skin on the other body as possible, only to be met with another equally hungry mouth, leading to them being suctioned together, the only way to break the stalemate being if one belly button let the other overtake her completely, which neither would allow, instead opting to suck each other deeper and deeper.

This mutual suction was being aided by the sheen of sweat that was now enveloping their bodies, acting like a soft glue that was holding them together, transporting pheromones through their pores and into contact with each other.

Also enforcing their mutual bite was their wombs’ contractions, sending shockwaves through the soft tissue of their stomachs in hopes of letting their belly button overpower the other, always being met by an opposing throb, only helping the vicious maws hold each other even tighter.

That was not the only thing the wombs’ pounding was accomplishing however, as they were also sending pheromone packed juices to their pussies and sharp electrical currents to their clits, both straining against the wet panties and now-suffocating miniskirts as if they were trying to reach across the four layers of fabric, somehow sensing each other and desperately trying to entangle in the same way the nipples were doing, but not being able to bridge the gap.

The legs had tried to help, attempting to entangle the girls even more, but every time they had attempted to move, they had been met by an enemy leg pressing against their own, being forced to back down before trying in vain to twist together again, only to once again be blocked by their mirror counterparts, working in perfect disharmony to keep some distance between the adversaries bodies.

Their feet, tired of the constricting heels they were in, also wanted to match against their opponents, but both were currently needed to keep the girls upright, forced to wait until their owners decided to bring them together.

While pleasurable, this entire war of their bodies was resulting in a lot of frustration in both of the girls, as their clearly superior bodies were somehow being matched by the ugly body of the other.

This had led to their forms trying even harder to defeat each other, the war of the bodies pumping out as much charm as possible to overpower the other, not being worried about who would be caught in the crossfire.

Normally, charm would direct all the lust and need toward the succubus using it, but Lucy’s and Bella’s pheromones were seeking each other out and tangling together, attempting to overpower the other, but only managing to fuse together, creating a potent aphrodisiac that was slowly infecting the dancefloor.

Everyone around them was now following their lead and were pressed together as tightly as possible, although most had already surpassed them, slowly grinding their bodies together and making out as deeply as they could. The two causes of this wave of lust were completely oblivious however, only focused on each other.

Lucy continued her thoughts, “Even though it would be a bad idea to fuck her, the least I could do is clear up this silly notion she has of being better than me, that is so clear to see in those pretty, disgusting eyes.” But as she went to resume their conversation…

“Even though I can't personally show you how thoroughly I can saturate you with pleasure, I would be cruel to leave now without at least giving you a taste.” Bella taunted, giving Lucy a teasing smile, but this was lost on her, as the sheer rage of getting her words stolen a second before she could say them almost made her jump the other girl right there and then.

She realized that this would be playing into her hand however, so she composed herself as best she could and answered in kind

“It’s so cute how you keep insisting you're better than me, when your body is being honest about how much you need me, Bella,” whispering her name into the girl's mouth as seductively as possible, daring her to give in and kiss her.

Before she could react to this provocation, Lucy squeezed Bella’s tail, seeing her focus instantly switch to her tail as the girl realized she had been wiggling it. First swaying her base to one side with the rest of the tail slowly catching up, before the end of the tail shoots out like a whip, being followed by the base shifting to the other side as the movement continued.

The slow then fast rhythm hypnotizing to watch, before it abruptly stopped, Bella clearly embarrassed by what her tail was doing without her permission.

Bella opted to respond by giving a squeeze back, Lucy mortified by the realization that her own tail had been matching Bella’s for who knows how long, instantly stopping it.

“Clearly, you can’t be honest about your feelings, Lucy,” Bella whispered into her mouth, pausing for a second to blow on her lips, eliciting a twitch from Lucy’s tongue and an annoyed flush to fill her cheeks, “so maybe we should have a proper test so you can see it clearly.” Every word spoken against Lucy’s lips was only causing her to hold on to Bella’s tail tighter and tighter. It had started moving again, but Lucy was already too lost in Bella’s words to notice.

“I agree, we should let our tails settle things between us,” Lucy somehow instantly understood what Bella was getting at. ““But first-””

Both were interrupted as hands left tails and smacked into asses as fast as they could, finally completing the journey they had set out on. Sadly, neither girl was able to enjoy this accomplishment, as twin moans were forced from the ‘dance partners’.

““Hmmf! ❤”” The shockwave starting in their asses shot through their hips, pushing them together enough for their clits to give each other a faint brush, almost managing to force an orgasm from them before their hips separated again, both now panting.

““We need to add some stakes.”” Both finished, moving their hands under the short skirts and getting a feel of their panty clad cheeks.

“Good girl,” Lucy purred condescendingly, “I can’t believe a slut like you actually wears underwear.” She emphasised the last word by pulling up on the back of her panties, giving Bella a small wedgie, and feeling her hips thrust forward like a pathetic bunny in response to the fabric cutting into her pussy.

“I can see why you wear panties…” Bella quickly recovered, though not quite managing to get all the annoyance out of her voice. She then moved her hand to the front of Lucy’s panties and started tracing her drenched lips, “You would leave a snail trail everywhere you went if you didn’t.”

As her fingers neared the neglected clit, Lucy’s hips swayed down, looking to get the poor clit some stimulation, but the teasing fingers deftly dodged around it, leaving Lucy to look like an idiot.

“You pathetic slut, your clit was chasing a piece of cloth, clearly you’re the desperate one.” Lucy fumed, angered by how much the soft touch had affected her.

“Either way,” Lucy practically sneered, not trying to conceal any of the anger she was feeling, “You’ll have to go without this skimpy excuse for modesty.” Both girls moved their hands to the top of the other's panties.

“Let’s hope you don’t regret wearing such a short whore-skirt” Bella shot back, not realizing she was insulting her own outfit as well.

Fingers hooked around the panties and started pulling down, but this was easier said than done. The girls' firm bubble butts were stretching the inadequate fabric on one side, while the now hard as steel clits were pulling the fabric to the other, making it a struggle to slide the panties down their crotches.

This was not being aided by the pleasure from their own crotches trying to distract them. The clits were finally getting some actual stimulation, and combined with the promise of being freed from the underwear holding them back, the clits were seemingly doing their best to overwhelm each girl with pleasure.

This was not being helped by the sensitivity of their asses. While the spanks each had received had been over the skirt, they had still been full force, so all four cheek’s nerves were now primed, meaning the pleasure from their asses was competing with that of their clits.

The half-succubuses should have collapsed into a heap of pleasure by now, but their mirror legs and tits were cooperating to keep them upright. This mutual leaning had brought their lips close enough to touch.

Top lip teasing top lip, and bottom lip teasing bottom lip.

This nearness, accompanied by their now synced panting, meant that their tongues were now twitching in tandem, every breath causing a mutual jolt, in their mouths.

Meanwhile the friction from the underwear being dragged down was causing the girls to let out little yelps and moans, each sound from their opponent causing a mini burst of pleasure which would inevitably lead to a whimper.

Lucy was deliberately going slow, wanting to prolong the humiliation Bella should feel at getting her underwear taken off by her superior, wanting to see the embarrassment fill her eyes. This had backfired however, as Bella was doing the same thing to her, the lowly bitch somehow thinking she was better.

This meant that instead of embarrassment, the succubusses were instead being filled with anger, and an accompanying wave of pleasure, increasing their determination to imprint their superiority on the other even more,

Eventually the top of their panties reached their clits, stopping all progress as the clits refused to bend to let the waistband pass by. After a few seconds of this both girls were forced to give a small yank to the underwear, flicking the clit with so much force both girls finally came. Not content with just one orgasm, however, both clits shot forward at full force.

“AAAAHHHH- IIEEEEEHHH ?! ❤❤” Before the girls could even process the first spike of pleasure, a second one shot through their bodies, the combined pleasure frying their brains for a second, shooting their heads back, immediately followed by slamming their heads back into each other, the cum-high covering the pain this should have elicited.

This caused their noses to meet again, but not content with just rubbing each other anymore, they met head on, upturning each other and combining nostril to nostril. This intimacy allowed their lips to fully overlap, their tongues sadly too fried by the orgasm to capitalize on the opportunity, twitching uselessly in their now shared cavern.

Further down, the shock from the hips crashing into each other and the electricity from the finally combined clits, only separated by two layers, now reached the wombs at the same time instantly triggering hot girlcum to shoot out of their just barely exposed urethra, every drop meeting its counterpart in the space between them, as eager to entangle as the rest of them, surging into each other before becoming a mixed puddle on the dancefloor.

As both girls came to and saw the pleasure drenched look in the other’s eyes, both instinctively pushed forward, wanting to experience as much of the other as possible, but nothing happened, as both were already pushing into each other as much as they could.

This shook both girls from their reverie, remembering their goal again, and realising how humiliating this orgasm was. Instead of any complicated insult, both to furious to think straight, they instead opted to separate their lips and spit out a single, ““Bitch!””, knowing they would settle this with their contest.

Lucy wanted to go back to pulling down her adversarie's panties, but realized her hands had let go of the panties, slipping into them, and were instead squeezing the girl's ass into herself, noticing Bella was doing the same to her.

“How does she keep copying everything I do!” She cried internally, most of her anger coming from how comfortable she found her opponents touch.

The girls shared a look before slowly letting go of each other's asses. It was the first time Lucy had groped such a soft and springy ass, the cheeks enveloping her fingers, practically begging to be groped again, but Lucy resisted, determined to finish her mission.

After a few more soft gasps, the hands dislodged themselves from the tempting asses and grabbed hold of the panties again. Curiously, they left their clits and noses pressed together, neither separating them to how they were before, though whether they were conscious of this is unknown.

Resuming the pantypulling, both girls found it easier now, not having to contend with their clits fighting against them, though this was slightly counteracted by their asses being even more sensitive from being squeezed full force.

Against the protests of their asses, the girls managed to pull the panties down to the thighs, before unceremoniously letting them fall to the ground with a splat, this time moving their hand to their opponents upper back, seemingly wanting the most compressed parts of their bodies to feel even more pressure, their nipples giving them an appreciative thrum as they got to settle against each other even tighter.

It seems the girls' orgasms had opened their floodgates as both were actively dripping fresh precum out of their slits, leaving a puddle of juices for their underwear to fall into, while some of their honey ran down their legs, pooling into their heels and only agitating their feet even more.

Lucy could see that Bella dropping her underwear was meant to be a taunt, just like her own act of disrespect was, but instead of feeling slighted, she was more than happy to play along this time.

“Bella,” she said in a mock chastising tone, as if she were talking to a child, “couldn't you tell from the feel of my underwear that, unlike your gutterpanties which belong on the floor, my lingerie needs to be treated with proper care.” She felt a spike of rage radiate from her mirror before she calmed down, and both lifted a leg to step out of their underwear, clearly knowing where this was headed.

Surprisingly, however, the mirror symmetry that had kept their legs from entwining was broken, opting instead for rotational symmetry as both succubuses lifted their left foot to step out of the panties, before proceeding to lift their rights.

“I should have known your filthy hands wouldn’t be able to tell good underwear from bad, seems like I’ll have to show you the mistake you made.” Bella responded, both right feet landing back on the drenched dancefloor, before taking their right feet out of their heels and hooking them under the underwear, soaking up even more juices as their feet slid through the puddle on the floor.

They had separated their lips after their orgasms, but they were now back to touching each other, every word felt not only through sweet tantalizing breath, but also from infuriatingly soft brushes of lips against lips.

“I just hope seeing will be enough for you, otherwise I’ll have to rub your nose in the mess you made like a little puppy.” Lucy taunted, their right feet now having hooked their underwear and beginning to move upward.

“Sadly, that won't work on you, being such a dirty little dog, all that would accomplish is you making another mess.” Bella taunted right back. Lucy would have responded but-

““Aah! ❤”” Both girls let out a yelp as their feet made contact. Each had decided to lift her foot through the space between their bodies, resulting in the soles of their right feet being pressed together in opposite directions, each girl's toes cradling the other's heel, while each pair of panties hung from their respective ankles.

While the toes were disappointed in not being able to match with their counterparts, they made the most of it by gripping, pinching and caressing the enemy heels, doing their best to combine the already mixed juices they were drenched in even further, all the while continuing their ascent.

This came to an end all too soon as the feet moved up far enough for the girls to reach, both separating their feet and taking their underwear with their right hands. Not quite ready to be done with the footplay, both slammed their feet back into each other, the jolt running through their legs and up to their pussies, where it caused twin eruptions og boiling pre-cum to shoot out over their combined feet, both clearly ready for another orgasm.

They then proceeded to lower their feet and slide them apart, at least letting their toes brush each other briefly as they pulled back, but neither set wanted to accept this, gripping each other tight and not letting the feet separate. The girls tried to yank them apart a few times, but all this accomplished was to make their toes squeeze even tighter, eliciting needy moans from the girls, as if the toes had hijacked their vocal chords to express their desire.

Realizing this wouldn’t work, both girls moved their feet forward instead, sliding them past each other once more and even further as they aimed for the abandoned shoe they knew was awaiting them. Never losing contact with the other leg, they both slid forward, sensitive ankles meeting first, followed by toned calves, until the feet had slid forward far enough to let their soft, meaty things come into direct contact.

Despite not being able to see, their eyes still locked together, both girls hit their targets, guided by each other’s thighs and their own right feet’s desire to try on the other’s heel, knowing its opponent had been basting in its own sweat and the juices both could feel dripping on them currently.

The angle of entry was a bit off though, so in the process of maneuvering their feet, both girls' thighs tensed against each other, leading to matching throbs of their wombs and even more precum being shot out, now cooperating to glue their thighs together.

Sadly for them this did not work, as feet slotted perfectly into heels and returned to their station, accompanied by the satisfying sound of their thighs unsticking.

This entire interaction would normally have mortified Bella, their every thought having been in sync and the desire their toes had displayed causing her immense humiliation, but the lust from their charms was slowly overtaking her mind.

With their legs and feet calmed for now, the succubusses were free to move their focus back to their panties, now at eye level, with their own pair on their tight, and their opponent’s on their left.

For the second time since their eyes had met, Lucy willingly looked away to compare the panties, unsticking not only their eyes, but also their noses and their mouths, both being hit by harsh cold air as they no longer shared a space with their counterpart, instead letting their left cheeks test themselves against each other, as both turned toward their own panties first.

The intricate lace design was just as she remembered it, showing off exactly enough of her ass to drive anyone she was kind enough to flash crazy, loving to bend over in front of someone and seeing their priorities shift from whatever they were before to ripping off the teasing panties.

The only thing different was the color, going from a confident and seductive maroon to something darker, soaked by her own juices. She was annoyed by just how wet her panties were, the separation of their eyes allowing her anger to return, but she continued with the comparison and turned her face to the left.

This was accompanied by Bella doing the same thing, leading to them scraping their noses and mouths against each other as neither girl let up the pressure between their faces, eventually managing to turn their heads, now right cheek to right cheek.

What Lucy saw stunned her. The exact same pair of painties, with the same pattern and size as her own, the only difference being the color. It was difficult to tell with the painties being darkened and drenched by girl-juices, much like her own, but they seemed to be a bit more violet than her own, probably burgundy.

Suddenly, Lucy was overcome with visions of Bella wearing these panties, catching a glimpse of them when Bella turned around or reached for something up high. Both of her hands instinctively made groping motions at the thoughts, sad that she had moved her left hand up to the succubus's back instead of keeping it on her delicious ass, as it uselessly tried grabbing taut back flesh.

Her right hand was having a bit more luck, as every squeeze of the soft and wet panties in her hand at least rewarded her with girlcum dripping down her forearm. The parts of her mind not fantasising about Bella faintly noticing some pinching on her back and juice flowing down Bella’s arm.

These sensations were being overpowered by her visions however, imagining Bella lifting her skirt, flashing a sly smile over her shoulder and smacking her own ass, the ripple passing through the panties and creating all manners of alluring colors and patterns as the light shifted over the fabric.

““What a slutty color.”” Lucy let out in a daze, taking a second to register that Bella had said the same thing by the sensation of their cheeks moving in tandem.

Suddenly she became aware of just how similar they were. She had forgotten they were wearing the same costume, as their eyes had been locked together since the beginning, but the matching underwear wasn't even part of the costume and it was still the same. Then she remembered how they had switched heels effortlessly, both sliding into the other’s footwear like they were a matching pair.

More importantly than their clothing was the similarity between their two figures, but before she could be filled by a furious, burning rage, a different kind of heat overtook her, assaulting her, starting from her womb, and shooting out toward the rest of her body as she became hyper aware of every point of contact between the two.

Their clits were still pointed against each other tip-to-tip, like spears trying to pierce each other, both trying to break through the skirts holding them apart in the same way they had tried to break through the panties earlier.

Their belly buttons had gone from trying to eat each other to working together to trap as much sweat in their shared cavern as possible. A peaceful lake of sweat between them, until two womb throbs would disturb the sweat, mixing it together, sending it to be tasted and savored by the enemy belly button until it was ultimately conquered by it, the cycle beginning anew as two new throbs were sent out from their wombs.

The tits and nipples were still at a stalemate, now desperate to get the fabric between them removed in order to battle even deeper, the nipples beginning to twist against each other, trying to drill through the tops to connect to each other.

Even the hand on Lucy’s back felt like it was burning her, contributing to the heat in her body.

““MMMMMMMM?! ❤❤”” Both girls involuntarily let out through closed mouths, struggling not to scream on a crowded dance floor. Their thick, viscous cum did not care about where they were however, as it spurted it with so much force that it looked more like they were pissing rather than cumming, like it was trying to cut through the opposing stream, struggling in vain for thirty uninterrupted second as the mixed cum managed to rapidly expand the puddle under them before running out, even while their orgasm continued on, urethra still throbbing in vain.

After the longest orgasm of their life ended, both pulled back their heads to look at each other. This was a mistake however, as their eyes locked again after taking a break, their mutual charming effect making them slam their heads together for the second time, forcing horny groans out of their lips.

Bringing their eyes together also had the secondary effect of bringing their noses and mouths back into contact, once again getting to breathe in the sweet pheromone laden air the other breathed out, their mouths and nostrils starting to tingle from the aphrodisiac effects.

Still recovering from the first orgasm, a second one hit them, albeit a much smaller one, but still humiliating nonetheless. Their bodies hadn’t yet recovered, so instead of shooting out cum, both only managed a sad dribble, and without any air in their lungs, all they could manage to choke out were some pathetic gasps.

After these back to back displays most people would have a tough time continuing on, but a combination of both charm effects and their natural confidence and stubbornness meant that both girls were as ready as ever to prove their superiority, certain they could prove their superiority.

“Your underwear is better than I expected, but at least you seem to realize that mine is the better color” Bella teased, slipping back into her old role effortlessly.

“Slutty doesn’t mean good, but I can’t expect you to understand that.” Lucy replied, followed by a mutual wince as both of their clits throbbed against each other, the aftershocks of their orgasm not done embarrassing them.

““Either way,”” both added, realizing the other was talking but not caring, the lust once again overtaking their minds, ““there’s one way in which my panties are way better!”” Left arms quickly left backs as they swung back then forward into waiting right hands, joining together in a lover’s hold with soft, drenched panties between them.

““They aren’t soaked in whorejuices.”” Both concluded, tightening their left hands for extra emphasis, rights responding and both succubus getting lost in the pleasure of holding hands for a few seconds, Lucy recovering slightly before Bella.

“Really, cause it seems like part of you really wants to taste my ‘whorejuices’.” Lucy emphasised her point by squeezing Bella’s left hand.

“You seem pretty eager as well,” Bella also squeezing Lucy’s left, “but I wonder if that’s the only part of you that’s thirsty,” flicking her tongue against Lucy’s open mouth, catching her lips, causing both girls neglected pussies to squirt out some love juices, clearly already ready for the next orgasm, even though they had been completely drained only moments ago.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you sample a little as well” Lucy offered as she flicked her tongue against Bella’s lips, eliciting another spurt from their twin twats.

They then loosened their mutual grabs and moved their right hands toward their mouths, leaving their underwear in their enemy's hand.

As Lucy’s hand approached, Bella’s tongue dutifully slipped out of her mouth, eager to quench her thirst. Lucy took her pointer and middle fingers and pressed them on the front of the waiting tongue, coating it in her juices, before pulling away.

Bella’s tongue then flicked against Lucy’s lips, forcing another mutual squirt, and returned home, summoning a pleased moan from Bella as she reveled in the taste of her opponents girl-fluid, audibly swishing it around in her mouth, to Lucy’s smug delight, until she swallowed it, letting out a soft “Aahhhh,” to show she was done.

Lucy then let out her tongue, getting it coated in Bella’s juices by her dainty fingers, waiting until they pulled away to lick Bella’s lips, eliciting more squirts, before pulling it back home, letting out a moan at the taste, it being the sweetest thing that she had ever tried. Lucy should have been embarrassed by this admission, but right now she didn’t care. Still, under that sweetness there was something else, a combative taste she couldn't quite fully grasp, swishing the juices around her mouth, trying to bring it to the forefront, but eventually giving up and swallowing with a soft “Aahhh,” to match Bella’s.

Both right hands moved back to the underwear, and were replaced by their left counterparts, wanting to give their mouths a chance to compare flavors.

This time Lucy let out her tongue first, but instead of smearing it with juices, Bella’s fingers opted to slide past the tongue and into Lucy’s mouth, clearly wanting her to scrape off the girl-fluid herself, to which she happily obliged, closing her mouth around the fingers and using her tongue to lick off the familiar liquid from every direction, using the opportunity to show off her blowjob skills, screwing her tongue around both fingers individually and sucking on them with her lips, until Bella removed them.

Instead of instantly swallowing it, Lucy kept manipulating the mixture of her own saliva and juices, amusing her opponent, until she had gathered everything and spit it into Bella’s open mouth, eliciting a drawn-out, vulgar groan from the girl.

This caused both girls to squirt precum again, Bella from the taste and sheer filthiness of the act, and Lucy from the eroticism of a beautiful succubus like Bella letting out such an obscene sound. Unlike their previous quick squirts, these ones lasted as long as the groan did, high-pressure streams of love juice meeting only to kill each other’s momentum when they fused, every drop being met by a matching one, the urethras being worked to their limits as they eagerly anticipated orgasms.

After finishing her groan, Bella spent a few more seconds spreading the intoxicating mixture in her mouth, but eager to return the favor, quickly swallowed it and rolled out her tongue, which Lucy promptly ignored, placing her fingers into Bella’s wet, hot maw.

Bella then licked and sucked the fingers every which way, until Lucy was satisfied enough that she had gotten all of her juices, pulling her fingers out with a pop. Even without being able to see, Lucy knew what was coming, opening her mouth wide, but this knowledge still didn’t stop her groan, letting the same low, unlady-like sound she had just heard, their bodies seemingly using any excuse to try and overpower the other with their jets.

Clearly, both girls' bodies craved another orgasm, doing anything to mimic the feeling, but their owners seemingly had no interest, only focused on each other.

Following Bella’s actions, Lucy tasted and swallowed the gift, feeling her throat twitch in response to the mixture slitting down it, before both girls switched hands again, forgetting the original goals of comparing their flavors and getting lost in tasting each other.

But before they could continue this game for however many rounds, both were jolted awake by their tongues touching each other, both so eager to taste their enemy’s juices that neither had waited her turn.

This caused embarrassed flushes to run through both figures, realizing how pathetically they had just acted. Unfortunately, the girls wouldn't get a chance to recover their pride as need once again overtook them, two appreciative hums being released as tongues finally got to meet their sworn enemy, ready to prove their superiority before they were cruelly pulled apart.

Neither girl said anything though, both waiting until every strand of saliva binding their tongues snapped before continuing.

““Seems like you quite enjoyed my ‘whorejuice’.”” Both taunted, unfazed by how much they had just debased themselves.

““It was better than expected, but at the end of the day, that’s exactly what you taste like, a whore, ””They spat, once again dropping their partner's panties in time with the last word.

Infuriated by the provocation, both latched their arms around the small of their backs, trying in vain to pull them closer than they already were.

““Enough with the distractions, it’s time to prove I’m better than you!”” Both whisper-shouted, but this was easier said than done as neither moved an inch. They had wanted to put their heads on each other’s shoulders, but the eyes knew how it felt not to be connected and weren’t eager to repeat it. Their mouths had also gotten much more intimate, not wanting to be torn away from the delicious liquid just centimeters away. Throughout all their mouthplay, they had also been forced to breathe through their noses a lot more, the mashed snouts tingling with the charm and pheromones they had been forced to breathe in.

Luckily, each was aided by a right hand, smeared in their partner's thick discharge, pushing against their left cheek, letting the two faces slide by each other and come to rest on opposing shoulders, both immediately forgetting their previous statement and getting distracted by the strap slightly cutting into their chins.

“Let me just take care of this for you real quick,❤” Lucy offered, none of her previous anger was apparent in her voice, seemingly having been replaced by excitement for what’s to come, her remaining hand letting go of the back it had been just desperately clinging to and joining it’s sibling as they made their way toward the shoulders.

“No problem, I’ll get these out of the way for you too,❤” Bella answered, her hands following Lucy’s as both lifted their heads slightly and pulled the straps over each other’s shoulders, gracefully pulling their arms out of their garment. Their tops were now only held up by the string tied under their chests and overwhelming pressure between their tits.

This close to finally meeting unobstructed, their tits had swelled, ready to overtake the mounds that had been taunting them for the entire encounter, while the nipples had locked their tips together through the fabric, not willing to let up a single moment, even if it meant getting the direct connection they craved.

Oblivious to what was happening between their bodies, both girls reached under the other's cleavage to her top and gently pulled it downward, but not getting any movement, not managing to overpower their tits at all. Even trying a few yanks, as that had worked wonders with their clits, the fabric still wouldn't budge, only managing to jiggle the tits in synchrony, increasing their determination to defeat each other.

Knowing this was supposed to work, their half-lucid, lustaddled minds decided to pull with all their might, their combined force enough to overcome the tension between them.

“Ahh- NNNNNN!!!! ❤❤❤” Both girls somehow managed not to scream again, some part of their minds knowing that would be a bad idea. Just the friction of the tops scraping their nipples was enough to give them orgasms, that pleasure being eclipsed moments later by their bare breast coming in to contact, the four nipples instantly grabbing on to their opponent, sending four harsh jolts of pleasure toward their wombs as they felt their partner grab onto them as well, not willing to let go again until their feud had been settled.

The yank had also caused their tits to shake, waves of soft titflesh storming against each other, every meeting bringing intense pleasure, threatening to drown their opponent, but neither quite managed, ebbing and flowing in tandem as they seemed cursed to keep their symmetry, the momentum eventually settling down, now back to just pushing against each other, hoping that they would be able to overpower their foes now that they were skin-to-skin.

Their urethra, not wasting the opportunity this orgasm presented them, pumped out as much boiling, viscous fem-cum as possible, widening as much as they could to beat their unseen, but hated opponent, every throb of the womb above them forcing out some cum with extra pressure, hoping this would break the stalemate, but these bursts of power were always met by an equal and opposite one coming from their rival.

Their tops, now inside out, were already stuck together, glued by the sweat and faint amount of discharge from their nipples, even their essences doing their best to overpower each other.

The girls were rapidly getting used to mind shattering orgasms, needing just ten seconds to recover from their minute long orgasm, only acknowledging the experience with a simple ““Thanks. ❤❤”” Even though their bodies were fighting more viciously than ever, lust had completely fried their minds.

Looking down, Lucy saw Bella’s tail slowly wagging from side to side, creating a horizontal wave-like-pattern just begging Lucy to grab it.

“Cute, I bet she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, ❤” Lucy thought, not realizing her own tail was currently doing the exact same thing to Bella’s delight.

She moved her hands down, past the tail and under Bella’s skirt, for once not getting distracted by something else, before her hands proximity to the round ass made her sink her claws into the bottom, her own ass being overcome by a mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time.

““Focus, ❤”” they softly chastised each other, the words not having any effect on either girl, both slowly dragging their nails up the thick assmeat. The spanking and crushing each cheek had received, had left their nerves frayed, even a light touch would be enough to draw pleasure, the merciless scratching causing each girl to hiss, the delicious sound only causing each girl to press harder.

Having reached the top, and satisfied with having left yet another mark on their partner's soft ass tissue, their hands reached up past the waistband of the other's skirt and took a hold of the tail, which each girl had coiled for the other.

““Good girl. ❤”” Both murmured, bringing the tail through the gap and hefting the skirt up slightly to cover the base of the tail, the already short skirts now revealing the bottoms of their cheeks with the slightest shift in posture.

With their tails now coming out under their skirts, they were finally ready to prove which one of them was more seductive, so both removed their hands from the soft asses they had instinctively started cupping, and moved them to the other's sides.

The contest both had seemingly telepathically agreed to was based on how succubus tails work. Normally a succubus has full control of her tail, but if she isn’t actively trying to control it, it will start moving on its own, like the seductive dances Lucy’s and Bella’s tails had performed for each other.

However, even if the tail was being actively controlled, it would still start to “erect” in response to hornyness, the tail shifting upward, pointing toward the sky unless it was actively reset by its owner.

Both girls thought this would be a great way to prove the other was turned on, the loser getting the added embarrassment of flashing everyone behind her, as her skirt got turned up. At the time it had seemed like a reasonable idea, but by this point it felt rather quaint.

The two contestants had already experienced multiple new peaks of pleasure in the form of earth shattering orgasms, both were standing in a puddle of their mixed love juices and girl-cum, tits out, having just waved their panties around. It was safe to say both girls were turned on and had lost all sense of shame.

There wasn’t even anyone left to look at them. With their eyes no longer locked together, a simple glance forward would reveal this fact to either girl, but they only had each other on their minds, not even noticing the effect they had had on everyone around them.

Everyone in their vicinity had been affected by the girls' combined charm, each person only having eyes for the person in front of them, with the effect being more potent the closer they were.

Curiously, the combined charm-pheromones seemed to also have the otherwise succubus exclusive effect of inciting aggression, as all the closest couples who hadn’t already left to find some place to fuck, were being quite rough with each other.

Two chubby girls, who had dressed in slightly conservative fairy and nun costumes respectively, had been swaying together, occasionally brushing their noses together while they talked, earning an embarrassed smile from them both at the beginning of the succubus encounter. Now, the shy and sweet girls had their hands in each other's hair, both pulling their mouths into a deep kiss as hard as they could, saliva spilling from their sloppy union, a little pool of mixed spit having formed in their cleavage, soaking into their costumes.

The hairholds were necessary, as the rough kissing would easily have their mouths slide past each other if not for the added pressure. The girls quickly moved from one attack to the next, twisting their tongues into a corkscrew and squeezing as hard as they could, accompanied by the strongest suction either could achieve, before moving on to shallow tongue-fencing. The slippery organs licking hard at whatever they find, punishing each other and any stray gums or teeth they happen to hit, sometimes even slipping out of mouths and licking lips before shooting as deep into opposite throats as possible, trying to choke one another.

The girls would only break occasionally to get air, only giving each other a few seconds of reprieve before each combatant spit the mixed saliva into the other’s face with as much venom as she could muster, and pulled her opponent back into herself, their kissing accompanied by face rubbing, spreading their spit across both faces, causing strings to form the next time they pulled apart.

A mixed couple without costumes, both dressed in t-shirts and jeans, had started out their night with some dry humping, the woman slowly grinding her ass into the man while he thrust back in a slow deliberate rhythm. This had progressed into some rougher humping until turning into full on slamming, the woman thrusting her ass back as hard as she could, only to be met by an equally hard thrust forward from the man, their jeans around their ankles as they now met underwear-to-underwear.

On some particularly hard slams, the two would stay glued together, trapping the mans cock between the womans asscheeks, switching back to grinding with long and hard vertical strokes for a little bit, sometimes even succeeding in getting the cock to slip past the cheeks, pressing it against the covered pussylips, switching their movement again to a sprint of quick, rutting movements, trying to make the most out of the pleasurable contact. In this position, the man would lean forward and the woman would lean back, letting them exchange words like “Fucker”, “Bitch”, and “Give in!”, switching back to slamming whenever they got too annoyed by the other’s voice.

The whole time their hands were on each other’s waistbands, occasionally pulling up on them to elicit a grunt and a particularly hard slam from their partner, but by the way they were gripping the underwear, both clearly wanted them gone. Neither was quite ready to outright fuck in public however, and the argument that had gotten them here was about who could make the other cum only with dry humping, though judgeing by the still wet cum stains on both sets of underwear, their confrontation had changed into more of an endurance match.

There was also a pair of short, cute, androgynous lovers clad in matching bunny outfits. They currently had one hand gripping the other's throat while their free hands were lower, punching into opposing abdomens in sync, forcing pained and pleasured grunts past their lips.

After every punch the two would bring their lips together, mouths fitting together perfectly as their tongues worked together to bring them as much pleasure as possible. This was only added to by their fists, still firmly embedded, grinding the tender skin and muscle, the excitement caused by the contrasting sensations plainly evident in the lover’s eyes.

Seeing their excitement reflected back at them, both get the urge to crush it, tightening their grips while pushing into the other’s throat, ripping their mouths apart as they choke each other with all their might, loving the feeling of their own air being cut off. Doing the only thing either could think of to stop the other, both drew their fists back and drove them into each other again, repeating the cycle.

All of their exposed skin was covered in bite marks, scratches and hickies, some new, but some clearly having been made way before the succubusses started spreading their charm. The lovers were obviously well versed in ‘combative’ play, and by the way they were eyeing each other's prominent nipples through their tops, they were far from done with each other.

These entanglements would normally have shocked Lucy, but right now she wasn’t even noticing them, her full attention being captured by Bella.

““Ready…”” Lucy asked, not really noticing her opponent speaking at the same time, her world having narrowed even further, now only aware of Bella's ass and tail.

““Go!”” she commanded, shooting her tail down as the one in front of her did the same.

When they had first agreed on the challenge, Lucy was confident she would win, but she had still expected it would take a few minutes to prove her superiority. Now, after everything they had been through, this assumption was almost laughable, the tail only needing about ten seconds to expose the perfect ass that the skirt had been working to hide.

““YOU LOSE! ❤”” She almost yelled out in excitement, the perceived win shooting through her like an orgasm, bringing with it a similar amount of pleasure.

““I can't believe you would show your dirty ass to the whole club,”” She added gleefully, not realizing nobody was looking their way.

““I’m just worried that this punishment isn’t getting through. Considering how short your skirt is you’re probably getting off on this,”” a bit of anger entering her voice, before once again being overtaken by the lust, “but don’t worry I’ll make sure the lesson sticks! ❤””

Making good on her promise, Lucy reached down to Bella’s cheeks, and added stretching to the forms of abuse the assflesh had been subjected to, as she grabbed ahold of it and pulled it diagonally upward and outward, exposing the buthole and pussy that the ample ass had been protecting.

““Uuuggghhh ❤”” An indecent groan spilled from her lips. The sound of the wet ass being pulled apart assaulted her ears, filling her mind with images of the exposed butthole twitching and the sweaty asscheeks connected by strands of sticky ass juice.

These visions were only magnified by a similar sound of engorged pussylips parting, planting visions of the tempting cunt baring itself for her. It even caused her to push her head forward and lick the air, hungry for a taste of the viscous honey spilling out of the parted slit.

Her ears were not the only source of her pleasure however, as her own ass had been parted the same way. The cold air hitting her asshole caused it to pulse, sending yet another source of pleasure straight to her womb. Below that, the poor, neglected pussy finally made itself known. Having not gotten any direct pleasure since being touched by Bella’s fingers, it had nonetheless been teased by all the action happening around it, as everytime Lucy’s urethra, clit or ass had been stimulated, a little bit of the pleasure had found its way to her cunt. This persistent teasing was responsible for the constant dripping of hot precum onto the dance floor. It had also caused the thick folds protecting her pussy to puff up even more.

These puffy cuntlips were now ripped apart ruthlessly, further teasing the pussy without touching it, the cold air being the only stimulation it got. This also meant that all the sticky love juice trapped in the tight twat spilled out all at once, landing with a loud “Splat” on the ground.

All of this pleasure caused their bodies to shoot out a stream of love juice from their urethras, once again primed for another world altering orgasm.

This mutual abuse briefly reignited the girls’ competitiveness, leading them to pull even harder, both tugging the asses farther and farther to try and inflict as much pain as possible, until their stretchy asses gave in, snapping back into place with an erotic wiggle and a meaty slap.

Taking a few seconds to recover from this, Lucy grabbed Bella by the shoulder with her left hand and used her right to get a strong hold of the soft black hair that had gone untouched till now. Using this leverage, she dragged Bella’s head back, her own hair being used for the same purpose, until their faces met once again, eyes and lips joined together like how they were supposed to be. Noses struggled a bit more, pushing into each other side to side before cooperating to upturn each other, once again connected in their favorite position, an embarrassing mutual pig snout.

““There, aren’t you happy I taught you your place, ❤”” both girls spoke into each other’s lips, having lost all connection to reality.

““Now you know what a slut you are,❤”” they exclaimed excitedly, both seeming to think they had truly bested each other. Satisfied with what they had accomplished, both started to pull apart.

First they began to pull their hips back, trying to disconnect their clits, but this ended up taking longer to do than either had anticipated, as when the two hips started to pull apart, their clits stayed connected. One centimeter. Two. Three. Even with the hips putting four centimeters between them, the clits were still stuck to each other and single mindedly trying to drill through the fabric keeping them apart. After two more centimeters the clits finally parted, having more than doubled in length since first meeting just to conquer the other.

This growth hadn't been able to manifest until now however, as both had grown in tandem, holding each other back and turning this potential size into pressure, compressing them beyond belief.

Not caring about what was happening with their clits, the girls moved on to their navels, struggling to pull these apart as well. While the suction between the bellybuttons was hindering the girls, the bigger problem was their wombs.

The way the wombs had been contacting each other was through their toned tummies. Everytime one throbbed, the shockwave would travel to their connected skin, inevitably meeting a mirror reverberation, bouncing off it and ending up back where it came from, the pulse reassuring each womb that they were still connected to their counterpart, before, like insecure lovers, each sent out another thump, needing to make sure they hadn’t somehow lost contact.

Desperate to keep flirting with their lover, the wombs contracted trying to freeze the girls with pure pleasure, elated to feel that their partner was equally scared to lose their connection.

““Ooohhhh ❤❤”” Two soft coos competed for space between the rival’s connected mouths, the distraction working wonders as the girls lost all the strength in their torsos.

Unluckily for the wombs, their owners were determined, letting go of each other’s hair and grabbing each other by the hips. Each girl instantly understood what the purpose of these hips was, knowing how pleasurable it would be to hold the girl in front of her by these handles while fucking her pussy into the slut, leaving her a broken, shattered mess, imagining the defeated girl at their feet with tears in her eyes begging for more abuse.

Somehow they resisted the urge to slam their pussies forward, their clits straining against their bindings at the mere thought, instead opting to slide their thumbs between their sticky stomachs. Now each hand was properly gripping the soft flesh of the other girl, their thumbs naturally coming to rest on the skin above their foe's ovaries, before digging in.

““Hhhngggg ?!❤”” As succubuses, the girls were well versed in pleasure, but neither had ever had her ovaries stimulated, so even though their stomachs absorbed most of the energy, the little bit of pressure that reached their most sacred organ thrust both girls to the edge of cumming.

The thumbs were aided by hands, pushing into hips with enough force to separate their lip-locked belly buttons with a wet pop that neither girl heard over their shared moans. The sweat that had been trapped in the cavern had now fused, having been traded back and forth so many times the liquid no longer contained any trace of Bella or Lucy.

This thick and viscous fluid slowly slid out of the belly buttons, coating their underbellies in the honey-like aphrodisiac.

Further down, their urethras tried to communicate how much the girls' bodies were aching for an orgasm the only way they knew, sharp streams of pre meeting between their legs, but the girls simply didn’t care, effectively edging their own bodies in the process.

Recovering from that, one would think they would separate their bloated mounds next, finally alleviating the pressure between them. However, the size of their tits would make this impossible without also putting some distance between their faces, which both girls knew would just lead to another slam of their foreheads.

Therefore, they decided this was enough preparation for them to fully part with each other.

““Bye… Have fun… Bitch,❤”” the girls struggled to articulate, their conscious minds barely working any more. The girls then spun away from each other, Lucy turning to her right and Bella to her left.

Unfortunately for her, Lucy’s exit threatened to fall apart with just her first step, her right foot, which had been bathing in the girls’ mixed sweat and love juice, too weak to properly hold her weight. Relying on her left leg to catch her momentum, it also failed her, the multiple mind shattering orgasms having left it without much strength, only furthering her tumble forward.

Whether she would have managed to catch herself she wouldn't get to know, as her tail was yanked back with the most force she had ever felt, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“-----------------???!! ❤❤❤❤❤” Her voice completely failed her as the searing, uncomfortable pleasure almost burned every nerve in her body. Sadly, she would not get to enjoy the delightful aftershock along with her body, as she blacked out, only coming to, when her muscles got too overwhelmed by the pleasure and collapsed.

As she woke up face down on the dancefloor, the first thing she noticed was the sticky, wet fluid under her.

“Uhhhg ❤” Her throat forced out a weak groan as she realized it was her and Bella’s combined cum, marveling at how big of a puddle they’d made.

Suddenly she tensed up, her mind throwing off its grogginess, now fully awake.

“What happened! What did she do to me!” Lucy panicked, her thoughts racing to figure out how she had been bested so easily. Feeling an awful mix of horror and embarrassment, she turned around, expecting to see her superior towering over her.

Instead she was greeted with a pathetic sight, Bella collapsed on the ground like a discarded cumrag, the look on her face mirroring Bella’s.

In an instant, all the embarrassment caught up to her. How they had spoken at the same time, how she had let Bella spit in her mouth before swallowing it, how they had actually tied at every step, neither managing to prove she was the superior succubus, only proving that they were in fact perfect equals.

Humiliation seized her body, her mind, still weak from having just passed out, was overwhelmed by the sensation. She was filled with conflicting desires of running away from the terrifying succubus in front of her, and jumping the whore, raping her in front of the whole club untill she became her pet.

She ended up doing neither, as her mind was too overwhelmed to act, instead being forced to ride out the awful feeling.

When the feeling finally passed and she managed to come down a little, she spotted the cause of their predicament, or rather causes. The repeated ignoring of their bodies had at long last bit them in the ass, their tails having spiraled together like two snakes, so tightly entwined it looked more like their tails had fused. Topping this union, their spade-shaped tips had embraced each other, looking like a flower bud about to bloom.

Trying to suppress the still lingering feelings, she started slowly and meticulously uncoiling her tail from Bella’s, with her doing the same thing.

Apparently, Bella agreed with Lucy about trying to minimize the friction between the rogue agents, both too afraid of how sensitive they could be after the orgasm. After fully freeing the traitors from each other, Lucy pulled her tail behind her and turned over all the way, her legs stretched out in front of her and her arms behind her for support, landing on her ass with a splat.

She did this in order to move her tail as far away from Bella as she could, but focusing all her attention on the tail backfired on her, as the state of her abused ass briefly slipped her mind. The combined pleasure from the stinging caused by smacking her cheeks against the hard floor and the cool fluid soothing her sore skin being the perfect catalyst to force out a humiliating moan out of her lips.

Refusing to embarrass herself in front of her rival any more than she already had, however, she forcibly held back the sound, closing her eyes and stretching her toes forward to divert the pleasure, her body twitching a few times as it processed the pleasure.

As the threat passed, she felt something push back against her toes. Instinctively looking toward the sensation, she saw Bella’s heels touching her own, but the thing that caught her eye was the heels she was wearing. They were identical! This meant that both had in fact worn the same shoes.

Luckily she was saved from having to think too much about this as her eyes slid up to Bella’s crotch. The skirt covering her privates should add dignity to her appearance, but the prominent clit tenting against the garment completely erased any modesty.

It seems like their clits had kept their exaggerated lengths even after separating, clearly overpowering the fabric meant to hold it back, the lack of panties not helping matters either…

“Panties!” Lucy remembered, shifting her gaze to the garments both girls had planned to leave behind in their shared soup. She was once again saved from having to dwell on an embarrassing decision as she realized what Bella being pantiless really ment.

Her eyes shot back to the bitch’s crotch, this time to the edge of her skirt, wanting to crane her neck to get a better angle, but catching herself, holding on to what little pride she had left. Her pride didn't stop her staring apparently, but the skirt and closed legs didn’t even reveal a glimpse of delicious pussy.

“Why can’t she move those shitty legs out of the way!” Lucy fumed, tempted to use her own legs to forcefully clear a path, but she ultimately decided against it.

Giving up on seeing Bella’s cunt, she thought it was a shame that she wouldn’t be able to see all the marks she had left on her juicy ass, feeling quite smug about the damage she had caused. This smugness was quickly extinguished as she remembered the state of her own sensitive flesh, quickly moving her eyes along her foe’s body to distract herself.

The next thing that caught her eye was a smooth tummy, distinctly shinier than the rest of the surrounding skin, but before she could search her memory to figure out what had happened, a throb robbed her of her thoughts.

Bella’s belly button had jumped forward, biting at the air in front of it and taunting her own hungry hole to lock up with it, but Lucy knew it was hijacking the message for its own ends, the throb actually stemming from the womb behind it, reaching out for its lover.

One would think that such a blatant display of the desire from the woman she now hated most in the world’s body would make Lucy feel good, but she had realized by now that in their current state they were perfect mirrors of each other. Everything she could potentially make fun of Bella for was also true about herself, her own clit clawing at her skirt and her own womb calling out in vain.

At this admission of similarity a jolt passed through Lucy’s lonely cunt, but she did her best to ignore it. Her gaze continuing, she felt a particularly deep pang of humiliation when she saw Bella’s top hanging around her waist, both having tried to leave their confrontation tits out.

Until now, what she had seen had been embarrassing, but not surprising. That changed however, when her eyes reached Bella’s nipples and she saw milk dribbling out of them! Again, the two had been punished for ignoring their bodies. Instead of slowly massaging their nipples apart, weaning them off of each other, the two had opted to rip them apart, causing the floodgates to open.

The sight of angry, engorged nipples pumping out rich, white cream caused a mixture of competitiveness and lust to shoot through her own nipples, manifesting as two squirts of milk bursting out of the stiff rods. This was matched by Bella’s nipples, the synchronised movement causing another jolt to shoot through Lucy’s pussy, her eyes ripping themselves away from the sight before they got fully mesmerised by it.

Still reeling a bit from the milky surprise, another one greeted her as she saw Bella’s lips. While it was true that Lucy didn’t wear makeup, preferring to let her natural beauty do the talking, she would occasionally put on a coat of lipstick to accentuate her already beautiful lips.

Tonight she had chosen to wear a maroon shade that matched her panties, her own naughty secret, which was now plastered against Bella’s lips and cheeks, mixed with what she could only assume had been her dirty burgundy secret.

It seems that the two succubuses hadn’t just dressed the same, but even accessorised the same. Their symmetry once again sent a shot of pleasure through Lucy’s quivering slit, but all her attention was on Bella’s lower face, scanning every pore to see whose color was more prominent.

While she was happy to see her juices still hanging from her opponent’s left cheek, the lipstick spread was regrettably completely even. This caused her to click her tongue in annoyance, Bella’s matching movement informing her of the situation on her own face.

Above the lips a runny nose greeted her eyes, their nostril to nostril contact having brought out their juices, snot now plastered on the space between Bella’s nose and upper lip, Lucy knowing that it wasn't all Bella’s, but that some of it was her own.

She sniffed up some of the mucus plastered on herself, feeling a shiver running through her nose at the foreign substance, content with at least confirming that some of Bella’s mucus had made it over to her, even happier with the fact that Bella had also felt compelled to confirm the same thing.

Not thinking, Lucy moved her sight upward one more time, carelessly following the precedent she had set for herself, but this small lapse would prove catastrophic, as her eyes once again locked onto Bella’s.

Lust once again clouded their minds, as both girls suddenly got a great idea for how to punish the other for the humiliation they were currently suffering, shame and frustration quickly being replaced by excitement. They both spread their legs to get onto their feet, inadvertently flashing each other their gaping pussies. Even though Lucy had been obsessed with seeing Bella’s cunt only moments prior, this was completely forgotten as Lucy’s eyes had found a much better target to stare at.

The lovers struggled to get onto their feet, needing a few attempts as their leg still hadn’t shaken the previous orgasm, but they eventually managed to stand, albeit with their legs shaking like newborn baby deers’.

““Mmmgfff!❤”” The moment both reached their full height, they slammed into each other again, undoing all the work they had done to separate their bodies.

Tits, nipples, navels, hands, lips, noses and foreheads all smashed into their rival/lover, happy to be reunited with their counterpart where they belonged. Only their clits were displeased, throbbing in protest at still having to contend with two layers of fabric between them, but the succubuses had gone back to not caring about their bodies, now only focused on one thing.

““I can’t believe you would pull a cheap trick like that after already losing, looks like I’ll have to punish you, ❤”” the girls breathed into each other's mouths, both trying to flick the taunting lips with their tongues, only to be blocked by each other, a soft hum following the contact. Their tails, which were already on their way to entangeling with each other again, were instead redirected downward, along with their hands.

The girls then pulled their hips back, cruelly severing the newly reestablished connection between wombs before they had a chance to protest. They were about to punish the wombs even more, but first their tails arrived at each other’s pussies.

Each slit was ready for some real stimulation, but neither tail offered any friction. Instead, they softly pressed against weeping maws, molding themselves against the folds like liquid latex, taking on the shape of the disobedient loser's cunt for a few seconds until they regained their spade shape and pushed in deeper.

The tails reached their targets the same time as the hands did, tips touching cervixes, while fingers brushed bellies, now extremely sensitive after having been glued together by the extra thick sweat, before being peeled apart. Lucy then proceeded to do something unthinkable, as she shifted her focus away from their still locked eyes, and down to her fingers.

The digits started to glow, and Lucy very carefully brushed them against the skin covering the womb hidden underneath, marking it as her fingers traced out an intricate pattern. When her fingers reached the flesh covering Bella’s ovaries, she was tempted to dig into it again, but knowing how important it was to not make a mistake, she safely completed the pattern.

The whole thing now apparent on Bella’s skin, it was clearly a ‘womb tattoo’. Meanwhile, the tail had also been hard at work slowly tracing a straight line across the womb's entrance with its tip, and then tracing out another one orthogonal to the first, creating a giant X.

All the preparations complete, Lucy pressed her thumb against the center of the pattern, marking Bella with her fingerprint, before whispering the magic words ““Be mine, ❤”” seductively, right against Bella’s synchronized lips.

If only Lucy’s mind had been slightly more awake, she would have recognized that Bella had marked her as well.

Both girls then retracted their thumbs and tails, panting against each other as they needed time to recover from the sheer intimacy and eroticism of what they had done.

““There, this should help you behave,”” The girls chided, still slightly out of breath while they said this, but their strength was quickly returning.

““But first I need to make sure it works,❤”” They teased, already back at full energy.

Both girls knew exactly how to test their magic, thinking of the other’s poor underappreciated asses, that had been stretched, raked and groped directly, but only spanked through to layers of clothing, both wanting to right this injustice.

The asses were also in perfect condition to be slapped, the previous abuse raising the sensitivity of the nerves to their highest level, while the cool cum mixture still sticking to their cheeks had relieved them of their stinging, priming them for fresh mistreatment.

With the tails holding up their skirts and their underwear swimming about their feet, both girls once again slapped their palms full force into waiting ass flesh with a wet, meaty smack.

The shocks inflicted as much damage as they could to the soft meat before continuing toward the wombs, but instead of eliciting a deep, orasmic throb, they instead fluttered against their owner’s stomach.

Further down the urethra were also feeling the effect of the mark. Both frantically clenched and unclenched trying to shoot out hot cum with as much force as they could, but none was coming!

The holes had been left out to dry, only comforted by the fact that their rival seemed to be having the same problem, and the notion that if they spasmed even harder they could summon the orgasmic juices.

While their lower bodies struggled in vain, the two girls had lost their connection to reality. Neither had ever had her orgasm forcibly contained and the new sensation was forcing their eyes shut, the most important connection between them severed by the overwhelming stimulation.

The girls, looking for any way to burn the excess energy between them, slid their heads past each other, biting into right shoulders with all their might, sinking in their teeth and plastering their lips against the skin, the pain this caused only strengthening their pleasure, while also managing to muffle the screams they let out.

As the pleasure dissipated through their bodies, slowly flowing out of them instead of explosively shooting out, the girls unlatched their mouths and brought their faces back into contact, the skin on their asses now burning with pleasure.

Neither girl saw the mark she had left on the other’s shoulder, as they kept their eyes closed until their faces were once again smushed together, opening their eyes into the other’s alluring gaze.

““Good, now you get to see what it’s like.❤”” Both girls were content that they had successfully branded each other, the little cheater in front of them now unable to orgasm.

““But before I let you go, we have to do something about this, ❤””, brushing their fingers on their foe’s covered clit as twin twitches ran through their bodies.

““We can't have you looking like a slut! ❤”” Their tone of voice contradicting their words as both said slut like it was the most wonderful thing a person could be.

The succubusses bent down, reaching for the dripping underwear on the dancefloor and holding out their panties in front of each other. This time the girls lifted their right feet first, putting them through the leg hole and dipping them back into the bath of mixed essence in their shoe, almost tumbling over as the feet twitched in response.

Next they repeated the movement with their lefts, but this time they kept their feet suspended in the air as they rolled their panties up to just under their asses. Their left legs finally got to experience the pleasure their sibling already had, rewarded for their patience, as the sticky sweat and cum clinging to their partner made their slide against each other feel even better.

Every new centimeter of skin that came into contact would send pangs of pleasure toward their wombs, but neither womb could respond, uselessly straining against their bindings.

The feet then found the ‘gifts’ they had left for each other, sliding into the mixed liquid and bringing it back home under their owner.

The lovers shifted their focus back to their underwear and, flashing matching smiles, pulled up as hard as they could, giving each other a lethal mutual wedgie. The pussies finally got to experience the stimulation that they had been denied for so long as drenched, cold fabric cut into their lips. This came too late however, as the cunts were denied their celebration, not being allowed to release the pleasure they had stored up into a surely world ending orgasm, the pleasure trapped in the puffy folds, ultimately only serving as yet another tease to the desperate slits.

““Eeeii---------??!❤❤”” Both girls squealed, the pitch so high it became inaudible, once again saving them from screaming full force on the dancefloor. They almost fell down, which would have given their tight twats some relief, but their perfect symmetry kept them upright,, Lucy’s body leaning on Bella’s, and Bella’s body leaning on Lucy’s, forcing them to ride out the wave of pleasure.

Eventually the girls came back down, letting go of each other's underwear but leaving it wedged into assholes and pussies.

““Almost done❤”” they moaned into each other. They then yanked their tits apart again, seemingly not caring about what had happened last time, and while the nipples did stay latched on to each other, stretching their boobflesh and summoning a happy moan from the girl’s vocal chords, they were eventually ripped apart without leaking out any more milk.

More surprising than the lack of milk was the fact that they had willingly separated their eyes, their faces now only connected by thick strands of mixed mucus stretched out between their nostrils, but neither girl seemed to care.

They quickly put their arms back into their tops, and then grabbed the straps they had taken off their rival and pulled them back up. This proved harder than taking them off however, as the breasts had grown significantly since the start of their encounter, the girls struggling to wrangle the mounds into the inadequate fabric as titmeat spilled out wantonly in every direction.

““There, now you finally look like a proper lady- Mphff❤”” The enemies teased each other, emphasizing their last words by pinching each other's obviously erect nipples.

Before they could split apart again they had one more thing to take care of, their unsupervised tails having re-locked themselves together. This time neither Bella nor Lucy cared about being delicate, ripping them apart with full force.

““AAAAAHHHHH!!❤”” Finally screaming their voices across the club, competing with the loud music to be heard by every single person in the building, as their minds teetered at the edge of consciousness, the pleasure reverberating up and down through their systems, urethra not understanding why they had been abandoned as they kept pulsating, hoping some cum would be sent their way again.

The nipples were equally distressed, a full tits worth of milk was trying to push out of the narrow hole causing a sharp pain, but no matter how hard they tried they were unable to release it.

This denied orgasms that were ravaging their bodies, while clearly much harsher than the previous ones, were thankfully shorter, the noise cutting out as they recovered, needing a full minute to figure out where they were.

““See you soon❤”” With these final words, Lucy once again turned around, stumbling slightly on her first step. This time she was ready for it, managing to catch herself and continue walking.

As she put some distance between her and Bella, she passed a couple of tall, beautiful girls dressed as a pure angel and a fallen angel. This was quite difficult to figure at this point however, as both sets of wings had been viciously ripped into, and where feathers still remained, they were mixed in with their counterparts, black and white feathers sharing space on both girls' backs.

They had also switched their headpieces, the fallen angel wearing the halo and the pure angel sporting the dark wreath, as if they were trying to change each other, purifying and corrupting their enemy in tandem.

The girls were currently ass to ass, slamming and rubbing against each other. Their panties were still on, having ridden into their asscracks, allowing their battered cheeks to batter each other even further unobstructed, their skin even brighter red than Lucy’s and Bella’s. Sadly, their assholes could not touch each other, both reaching and straining to latch on to the other, but the bunched together fabric had created a wall for the two would-be fighters. The front of the panties hadn’t been jostled as much, covered pussies kissing each other on every smack, drawing silver threads between the panties before slamming back into each other.

They had locked their elbows to make sure they didn’t separate, but the angels were now regretting this, as neither could reach down and pull their panties off while in this position. Both were aching to let the poor assholes devour each other, but they understood that letting go of the other would count as a loss, so they were stuck like this until either one chose to give in, though clearly neither one thought it would be them.

Lucy passed by them without noticing, but as she got further and further away from the succubusses’ puddle, her mental faculties started to kick in again, suddenly realising that her modest appearance wasn’t quite so modest after all.

While she at least had her top and panties on, the encounter she had been through was still quite obvious, so she tried to use some of her tail concealing magic to make herself less noticeable, but this resulted in a warm sting emanating from her marking.

“The seal is blocking my magic?!” Her mother had never informed of this, only telling her that they stopped humans from being able to experience orgasms.

“I guess she’s never used it on a succubus before, at least it seems to have stopped milk from spilling out of my nipples.” Gathering herself she decided to rush back to where she had abandoned the mage girl, happy to see she had left but that her purse was still where she had left it.

Rifling through it to make sure nothing was missing, she headed toward the bathroom nearest to her, hoping that all the people she was making her way through didn’t look at her.

Entering the relatively empty room she stepped up to the sinks and looked at herself in the mirror. Her brain had been in survival mode as she rushed through the club, but now she was forced to once again take in what had happened.

The sight of the womb tattoo sent an electrical current through her pussy. There were many different designs all with different meanings, but Bella had chosen the same one as herself:

‘Whore’

This brand signalling to the world that she was willing to fuck anyone and anything.

This time she couldn’t ignore the rush that shot through her at the admission of their similarity. They had marked each other simultaneously. With the same mark. Bella’s thumbprint claiming her womb, just as her own was claiming Bella’s.

Another orgasm attempted to shoot through her again, but now further removed from the lingering effects of Bella’s charming pheromones the experience was way worse, the trapped pleasure mixed with pain as her body struggled for release, forcing her to bend over on to the counter as she tried to process the feelings.

Thankfully no one tried to help her, seemingly understanding that she needed some space, until she could once again think, going back to looking at her body in the mirror.

Reinspecting the brand, the only difference from her own was the color, the black ink accentuated by a faint purple glow, as opposed to the red light she had left Bella with. On her shoulder, teeth marks were prominently showing off, claiming her body while the surrounding lipstick was once again evenly mixed, neither shade covering the other.

Looking up further her hair was in disarray, the grabbing and multiple orgasms, combined with having been dipped into their puddle when she fell, made it look very messy and sexy.

All this, combined with the runny nose, smeared lipstick, overflowing breasts, flushed and sweaty skin, tenting nipples, fluttering navel and still prominent clit all screamed one thing:

‘Freshly fucked slut.’

Horrified by this realization, she did her best to clean herself up, splashing cold water, cleaning off lipstick and so on, but ten minutes later she still hadn’t managed to make herself much more presentable.

She had only succeeded in cleaning off the smeared lipstick and snot, but nothing else she attempted really worked. Splashing her skin with cold water hadn’t reduced the flush at all, and trying to readjust her top to somehow hide her tenting nipples hadn’t born fruit.

She hadn't even attempted to clean off the shiny fluid sticking to her tummy, too afraid to touch the tattoo beneath it, and her tail was also too sensitive to smuggle back over the skirt, meaning she had to keep forcing it down, lest she flashed the entire bathroom her ass.

The most cumbersome part had been dislodging the wedged panties from her pussylips and asscheeks, slowly pulling them further down as she was forced to take frequent breaks to make sure the pleasure didn’t overwhelm her. Worst of all, her reward for this excruciating process had been a glimpse of burgundy panties she was wearing. Bella’s panties!

Lucy was furious at the revelation, in contrast to her pussy that began leaking even harder, the bitch’s drenched underwear not helping contain any of the lovejuice, letting it freely roll down her legs. She wanted to take them off, but realized that would require getting the fabric past her clit, so she left them on through gritted teeth.

Seeing she still wasn’t presentable, she gave up, instead texting her friends that she was heading home on her own, and catching the first taxi she could.

“Bella, you bitch, this is far from over!” She raged, humiliated by the fact that she was forced to run away, replaying every embarrassing moment of equality, not having any way to distract herself during the long drive home, but sure that she would settle her grievances the next time they met.

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It was really fun to finally write a sexfight story after only reading them for so long.


This chapter was originally supposed to be a quick prelude for a future encounter, but it ended up being pretty sizable. Hopefully I'll be back with the next part pretty soon, as I already have a lot of fun ideas.


Also, I think Lucy for Lucifer might be kind of obvious, but I wonder how obvious it is that Bella is a reference to Beelzebub.