Hi folks,
It's been a while and I wasn't sure if I'd ever find the time to make it happen but here are the first chapters of the next entry in this series.
As usual this one includes a huge amount of plot in addition to all the titfighting, sexfighting and cheeky jokes and this time it is much more entwined with the previous parts. While you still should be able to follow it without prior knowledge, I'd recommend to read the other parts first if you haven't already:
1) Sukkubus P.I. Dark Temptation
2) Sukkubus P.I. The Purple Rose
I have the whole story finished although the later chapters are needing some more refinement. If all goes well, I'll post them over the course of the coming weeks in this very thread. In the meantime, I highly appreciate any feedback! What did you like, what could be improved, what are your spontaneous thoughts? These are super valuable for us writers.
Without further ado: enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Unresolved Tension
It was one of those damp, foggy mornings at the tail end of winter when her alarm clock yanked her out of her dreams. While the man beside her groaned sleepily, Aya slid gracefully out of bed and stretched her tired limbs. She was completely naked. Although it was still dark outside, enough artificial light from streetlamps and store signs seeped in through the slats of the blinds to gently outline her feminine curves. Her long, toned thighs, her curved hips, and her full, perfectly rounded breasts formed a silhouette capable of giving any man wet dreams. Her bedroom had cooled down overnight, and her dark brown nipples were stiff and hard.
The room suddenly grew a little brighter as Chris turned on the bedside lamp with a soft click. “Come back to bed,” he invited her. “It’s still early.”
Aya's full lips curved into a smile. She could sense his gaze on her shapely rear. “I'm going to be late for work,” she replied in a sultry voice.
“Blame it on the traffic.”
With deliberate calm, she turned to face him and tossed her long, black hair provocatively over her shoulder. “I already did that last time. And the time before that.”
“Traffic on the streets of Berlin is getting worse and worse,” Chris murmured dreamily as he admired her naked beauty. After his gaze lingered briefly on her breasts, it wandered down her right arm, tattooed with Arabic patterns and floral motifs, and followed the similar tattoos on her hip down to her carefully shaved cunt.
“Then maybe you, as a cop, should take care of it,” she teased him, even though she’d already made up her mind. Her detective agency could wait; her business partner would come in and handle everything. Moments like this were too precious to just pass up. With a seductive smile, she slipped back under the covers and straddled him.
She could feel right away how hard he was. If she really wanted to, he’d come in seconds, but she wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible, so she slowly traced the contours of his defined muscles with her long fingernails. He was in impressive shape and didn’t fit the stereotype of a doughnut-eating cop at all.
She grinned mischievously down at him. “I’m surprised you haven’t had enough after last night, Tiger.”
Chris grinned back, flattered. “Not bad for a mere mortal, huh?”
As a four-hundred-year-old succubus, Aya had met few men who could keep up with her in bed. Finding someone who could and wasn’t afraid of her after learning about her demonic nature was a rare stroke of luck. It would have been easy for her to spellbind him, render him helpless and rob him of all his life force when he came under her. Of course, she would never do that, and fortunately, she didn’t need to, since these days she could meet all her nutritional needs with magic potions.
Aya leaned forward so that her heavy dangling tits brushed lightly against his strong, masculine chest with their nipples. She loved to build his arousal to the point he couldn’t take it any longer before she really got going, and judging by his eager gaze, he was quite close.
“Not bad at all,” she confirmed. “But no one shall ever accuse Aya Al-Sabi of leaving her boyfriend wanting.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down towards him gently but firmly. “I would arrest anyone who dared for defamation.”
=======It was late when she arrived at the detective agency. She was wearing skin-tight black leather pants and a matching leather Jacket. Underneath, she wore a belly-free, low-cut, white top that revealed more of her breasts than it covered. As usual, she had gone braless, since her magnificent, voluptuous breasts didn’t need one to hold their shape. She arrived on her Harley and, given the season, felt a little chilly, but was sure that her business partner Elena Lyons wouldn’t show any less cleavage and she didn’t want to be mocked by her as prudish. Despite working together, their rivalry was far from over. It probably never would be. Two succubi like them would always try to outdo each other in terms of sex appeal, and both of them enjoyed this little game between them.
Her prediction proved accurate: Elena stood up from behind her desk, her arms crossed. She was dressed in the skimpiest red office attire that didn’t quite qualify as a stripper’s costume. The blonde with the long, wavy hair was pretty much the only woman in town who was Aya’s equal in almost every physical way, and she loved to show off what she’d got. The tattoos covering her left leg from ankle to hip were perfectly showcased by her sheer tights. Just like Aya’s own tattoos, they were manifestations of random thoughts that had crossed their summoner’s mind when he had called them into physical reality. The only difference was that, in Elena’s case, they were Christian-inspired motifs.
“You’re late,” Elena remarked disapprovingly.
“Yeah, I know,” Aya apologized. “The traffic…”
Her partner smiled with amusement. “Give Chris my loveliest regards. If you’re having trouble satisfying him properly, feel free to invite me for the night, so I can show you how it’s done.”
Caught off guard, Aya’s cheeks flushed red. Before she could come up with a snarky reply, Elena continued, “By the way: you won’t believe who’s back.”
She gestured toward the kitchen, from which another woman emerged at that very moment, a cup of hot coffee in her hand. The tall, athletic brunette wasn’t a succubus, but she could easily rival them in the looks department. She was wearing a cream-colored business outfit that was only slightly less revealing than Elena’s, and she looked absolutely stunning in it. Long, firm thighs encased in nylon merged into a perfect hourglass figure. Only her slightly prominent nose didn’t quite fit the modern ideal of beauty, but that just made her even more attractive in Aya’s eyes.
“Katrin!”
The visitor quickly set down her coffee cup before Aya embraced her and held her close. The slightly taller woman returned the gesture with equal warmth. Their lips were drawn to each other like magnets and met in a long, tender kiss. Aya could feel her nipples harden, as if her boobs were also happy to be reunited with their counterparts. Although Katrin hadn’t been gone for months this time, rather just a few weeks, it had still felt like an eternity.
“Once again you didn't call a single time,” Aya complained as they reluctantly pulled apart.
“You know how things are, “Katrin apologized. “We caused quite a mess last time, and the Cherubim High Command doesn’t like that at all. I had to smooth things over and explain a lot.”
“You angels always make a mountain out of a molehill,” Aya said, rolling her eyes. Secretly, however, she felt relieved to see her friend again at all. It could have been worse. The media called it the Blood Moon Riots. Officially, it was explained as mass hysteria triggered by a rare celestial phenomenon combined with hallucinogenic gases from the sewers. Yes, Katrin really had a lot to explain. Fortunately, the public’s attention span was short. After all, there were always riots of some kind in Berlin.
“If only it were that simple,” Katrin sighed. “Working with demons is still viewed with skepticism in the Bastion of Light. But at least they had to admit that we were the first in centuries to confront Lilith and live to tell the tale.”
Aya growled involuntarily as she recalled her very intimate encounter with the ancient, powerful succubus with a mixture of pride and dread. “That was good teamwork.”
The angel nodded in agreement. “And that is why High Command has decided to follow up by investigating Lilith’s contact list, which Elena received from her former slave Erik. Anything that gives us a clue to her plans or whereabouts would be of crucial value.”
“That’s great!” said Aya. “Does that mean you’ll be staying longer this time?”
“Yes,” confirmed Katrin. “On the condition that we’re absolutely discreet. If we cause another mess like last time, my human identity will be revoked, and I’ll have to spend the next two hundred years stuck behind a desk in the darkest corner of the Bastion. ”
Aya’s eyes widened in shock. That would indeed be a terrible prospect. Of course, she would do anything to spare Katrin such a punishment, if only for the sake of spending more time with her. But there was another matter weighing on her mind.
“What about Jolie?”
At the mention of her evil ex-girlfriend, Katrin’s expression froze. “She was in Rahel’s custody when she managed to escape. The High Command demoted her for it. I can't help but feel guilty.”
Aya placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. “I understand, but what’s done is done. The question is, what are we going to do about her? She’s probably already planning her revenge.”
Katrin sighed. “Nothing for now. If we run into her, I’ll arrest her of course, but Lilith takes priority. She is a man-eating demon who has been scheming for millennia and, on top of that, possesses dangerous magical powers. Jolie did some terrible things as well, but ultimately she's just an angel who strayed from the right path. The lesser evil so to say.”
Aya nodded thoughtfully. She wasn't sure if she agreed with Katrin's assessment of Jolie, but decided to leave it at that for the time being. “Then let’s not waste any time. Elena has already put together a dossier.”
They gathered around Aya’s desk. Elena sat down in a chair to her left, and Katrin took a seat to her right. On the screen, the raven-haired succubus ran through a long list of people and organizations Lilith had contacted through her former sex slave, Erik. Unfortunately, she had kept him in the dark about her plans, and the messages he had delivered were, in most cases, surprisingly innocuous. Consequently, they found it difficult to decide where to start.
As they went through the file, Aya noticed that the other two women were moving closer and closer to her until they were practically leaning against her shoulders. The screen was certainly big enough for them to see everything clearly, but who was she to complain?
“Phew, it’s pretty warm in here,” Katrin remarked at some point. “Glad your heating is working again.” As she spoke, she undid the top button of her blouse and brushed her long light-brown hair back over her shoulders. The glimpse into her cleavage she gave Aya was magnificent.
“That’s right,” Elena chimed in immediately, “It really is quite warm.” She demonstratively copied the brunette’s gesture and managed to draw Aya’s attention to her own spectacular cleavage for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, Aya thought she saw Katrin giving the blonde a fierce look, but as soon as she turned back toward the angel, the latter was just smiling warmly.
“This looks interesting,” Katrin remarked, pointing to an entry on the screen. At the same time, the succubus felt Katrin’s calf brush against hers under the table. It was a pleasant, promising touch that made Aya’s breathing quicken involuntarily. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt Elena’s calf against her other leg. That was certainly no coincidence. The two seductresses on her left and right were playing a game for her attention. The most responsible thing to do would surely have been to appeal to their professionalism, but Aya was enjoying it far too much for that.
All in all, it took them several hours to go through the dossier. Aya found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. The alluring scents of the two beauties mingled in her nostrils, and their constant little touches had long since made her nipples stiff as little tent poles, clearly visible beneath her tight top. The only thing that ultimately kept her from grabbing one of them and making out with her was the fact that she was actually torn between which one to choose. Katrin and Elena, on the other hand, seemed increasingly annoyed with each other, even though they were trying hard to maintain a facade of professionalism.
“The most important thing,” the angel finally concluded, “is that we proceed with caution and don’t draw attention to ourselves.”
“On the contrary,” Elena objected, irritated. “The most important thing is that we act quickly. I’ve already checked a few of these names. They’ve all moved away recently, and no one knows where. If we waste our time on tedious stakeouts, Lilith will have covered all her tracks. I say we grab the first man on this list we can get our hands on and seduce him.”
“You went ahead and started the investigation on your own?” Katrin asked indignantly. “What were you thinking? That could have tipped her off!”
“Hey, I don’t need your permission,” Elena snapped back. “And you went radio silent anyway.”
“Ladies, this isn’t getting us anywhere!” Aya interjected. She looked from one to the other with disapproval. “I thought you two were on good terms.”
“We are,” Elena confirmed, crossing her arms. “I don’t resent her for wanting to behead me. I just have a problem with her barging in whenever she wants and acting like everything here belongs to her.”
“And I’m not holding it against her that, until a few months ago, she was robbing innocent people of their life force,” Katrin retorted, “just that she thinks she knows everything better, despite having absolutely no experience. Being an investigator involves more than just shoving yourself into a slutty outfit and wiggling your butt a little.”
Elena pushed her chair back, stood up, and planted her hands on her hips. “Yeah, maybe if it’s your skinny butt. It tends to work great, when I do it. And what do you mean by ‘slutty outfit’? Take a look at yourself! Are you copying my style to get Aya’s attention?”
Katrin stood up as well and mimicked her posture. “As if I needed to. I’ve known her much longer than you have.”
“Yeah, like a week,” Elena replied dismissively. “I know the story. Yet I fucked her first!”
“Yeah, by about an hour,” Katrin snapped back, “I know the story…”
It was quite a sight to see these two angry beauties snarling at each other, but Aya decided it would be better to step in before they started pulling each other’s hair, so she stood up as well. “Enough is enough! If we keep arguing over every little thing, Lilith has already won.”
After a brief moment of defiant silence, it burst out of both of them at the same time: “Then explain to her why she’s wrong!”
She spread her arms and placed a hand on each of the two fuming women's shoulders. Someone else in her position might have tried to force them into a compromise, but in Aya's experience, it was sometimes better to let off a little steam. Especially when the argument was just a pretext and the real issue was something else entirely. So she announced, "You both have a valid point. Acting too hastily carries a risk, but so does hesitating for too long.” Turning to Katrin, she added, “Do you know what Elena and I do when we disagree?
“You discuss it like adults?”
“Not quite,” Aya revealed conspiratorially. “We fuck each other until one of us gives in.”
The brunette angel shook her head vigorously. “I realize that you succubi have to lock horns every now and then, but I’m a guardian angel, and I’m on duty.”
Elena laughed sarcastically. “You may be an angel, but we all know you’re no saint. The truth is, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Katrin’s eyes flashed and a lustful smile appeared on her face. “On second thought, I’d love to fuck some sense into this jealous little brat.”
Aya turned her gaze to Elena, who returned the smile in kind. “And I’d love to fuck that stuck-up bitch senseless.”
“How about this,” Aya suggested, “we close early today and throw a little private party. Let’s call it a team building exercise. Do we have any appointments scheduled for this afternoon?”
“Let me just check,” Elena said, walking back to the table and leaning over her laptop. Her skirt rode up so high that the other woman could confirm her tights were see-through all the way up to her hips. Out of the corner of her eye, Aya noticed Katrin baring her teeth.
“No, all clear,” reported the blonde succubus, turning back to them. “How about we go to my place? I just moved into my new house and have a brand-new bed to try out.”
“If you can live with the humiliation of being bested in your own bedroom while Aya watches …,” Katrin replied confidently. Returning the favor, she bent forward to pick up her purse, which she had placed under the desk, thereby granting Elena an unobstructed view of her deep cleavage. The blonde licked her lips eagerly.
Aya couldn't wait to see what these two amazing women would do to prove their superiority over the other.
Chapter 2 – Team Building
Elena’s new home was a small Wilhelminian-style villa in the upscale neighborhood of Lichterfelde. Katrin’s suspicions were immediately aroused. With the money the detective agency brought in, the succubus certainly couldn’t have afforded this place.
“It looks pretty expensive,” she remarked as the three women approached the front door. “We agreed that you’d donate the proceeds from the sale of your company to charity, didn’t we?”
“I did,” the blonde assured her. “I paid for the house out of my own pocket.”
“Money you took from helpless men before you sucked the life out of them?” the angel presumed.
Elena stopped and gave the brunette an arrogant smile. “Believe it or not, my company was successful, and I paid myself a salary. You’re welcome to check my tax records while I try out my new bed with Aya.”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but unlocked the door and led the way, her hips swaying seductively.
“I’m going to enjoy shutting that sassy mouth of hers,” Katrin grumbled. She didn’t regret sparing Elena’s life at Aya’s request. The blonde succubus had proven to be a valuable asset. But she was also a goddamn slut who really needed to be taught a lesson. And the language succubi understood best was sex.
“Don’t underestimate her,” Aya warned her, “Elena can do a lot more with her tongue than just spout snarky remarks.”
“Just like me,” Katrin claimed confidently, boldly stepping into the den of the lioness.
The women took off their jackets, slipped out of their high heels, and followed their hostess upstairs to her spacious bedroom. In the center of the room, surrounded by soft sheepskin rugs, stood a round bed draped in red sheets. Dim daylight fell through the curtains and mingled with reddish ambient lighting. Abstract works of art hung on the walls, all inspired by the female anatomy. Supposedly, a succubus’s bedroom was something like her temple, reflecting her personality. To Katrin, the decor made the same superficial impression as its owner.
Aya, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind. “It reminds me of your penthouse,” she remarked approvingly.
Elena nodded affirmatively. “I’m going to have a hot tub installed in the basement. Right next to the torture chamber. There we can relax after I’ve given you a good whipping.”
Aya grinned mischievously. “Sounds good, but we need to have another talk about who’s whipping whom.”
Katrin had meanwhile stepped up to the bed and was looking up. A large mirror hung from the ceiling.
“That suits you,” the angel remarked when she noticed it. “In love with your own reflection.”
“I just want to give my guests a good view of my gorgeous backside while I’m lying on top of them and riding them into submission,” Elena replied with a smug smile. “Ask Aya – she can’t get enough of my ass.”
Katrin felt a surge of jealousy rising within her. The blonde really did have a great ass. Firm and plump, without looking fat, and on top of that, those tattoos on her left buttock … This might well be the one category where the Angel had to admit defeat in a direct comparison, but she certainly wasn’t going to do so without putting up a fight.
“Oh yeah? I bet she’d love to watch me give it a proper spanking.”
They both stood facing each other, looking ready to pounce on one another without further ado. Aya stepped up to them once more and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.
“Remember,” she reminded them. “We’re just settling a disagreement here. No matter how it turns out, we’re still a team. No hard feelings.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Elena assured her. “Once I’ve brought Miss Holier-Than-Thou back down to earth, she’s more than welcome to join us both in our team-building activities.” She winked. “If she’s not too exhausted by then…”
Her hostess led Aya to an armchair. “Why don’t you sit here for a while and enjoy the show. The minibar is in the dresser next to you.”
Katrin hated how Elena never missed an opportunity to hit on Aya while she was standing right next to her. She had come to terms with the fact that monogamy wasn’t in a succubus’s nature, and if she was honest, she actually found it exciting to be in an open relationship. She didn’t mind that Aya had a mortal boyfriend in Chris, nor that she occasionally shared the bed with the other succubus. But she wouldn’t tolerate disrespect! Ever since her lover Jolie had turned rogue and broken up with her, the occasional sex she’d been having had felt hollow and empty. Aya was the first person in a long time she felt something deeper for, and she wasn’t going to let Elena ruin it.
“Let’s get this over with,” Katrin urged her blonde rival, and began unbuttoning her blouse challengingly. “The sooner I put you in your place, the sooner Aya will get what she really desires. If you ask nicely, maybe we’ll let you join in.”
“You’re really in a hurry to get into my panties, aren’t you?” Elena taunted as she mimicked Katrin. “I bet you never encounter women like me in your stupid little bastion. That would explain why you’re throwing yourself at Aya so desperately.”
Katrin grinned sarcastically. Succubi were the embodiment of their summoner’s sexual fantasies and extremely proud of their looks. But when humans ascended to angelhood, they transformed physically into their idealized selves. There was certainly no shortage of beautiful women in the Bastion.
“Don’t make a fool of yourself,” she retorted. “You’re not ugly, I’ll give you that, but with those puny breasts, you’d be average at best where I come from.”
“Puny, huh?” Elena growled menacingly. “If you think your girls are better, why don’t you let them come out and play?”
In silent agreement, the two rival beauties positioned themselves facing each other so that Aya could watch them from the side. They took off their blouses and tossed their hair back defiantly. Then they both thrust out their chests and reached behind them to unhook their bras almost simultaneously, letting the garments fall carelessly to the floor.
For a moment, Katrin stare mesmerized at Elena's bare breasts, taking in every detail. Of course, she had seen those full, round breasts with their pert, perfectly centered reddish-brown nipples on previous occasions; their pairs had even touched before. But now, for the first time, they stood facing each other as adversaries, ready for battle. Like combatants in duels of honor, which at the time of their birth, a good five hundred years ago, had been fought with drawn steel. Often, just like now, to win a woman’s favor.
She looked up and met Elena’s gaze, which until just a second ago had been fixed on her own breasts. She could see a mixture of desire and jealousy in those crystal-blue eyes. Without a doubt, Elena saw the same in her brown ones.
The angel cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them provocatively a little higher. In direct comparison, it was clearly evident that hers had a slight size advantage, and her thick, long, light-brown nipples were every bit as impressive as those of the succubus. “Do you like what you see? I bet you do. Aya, for one, absolutely adores these heavenly orbs.”
Elena pursed her lips haughtily and took a determined step toward her rival. “They’re decent, but they look a bit soft and flabby compared to my beauties. I bet they’d yield to them quite easily.”
“Let’s find out!”
They pushed themselves against each other and audibly gasped as their breasts touched. Without a moment’s hesitation, they smashed them together. Because of Katrin’s height advantage, her mounds pressed down slightly on Elena’s, but the succubus rose up on her toes to align their nipples perfectly. Both sought direct confrontation, wanting to crush their rival’s twin bastions of femininity in a frontal assault, but after the first few minutes of grinding and rubbing against each other, no winner emerged.
“You should have backed down while you still had a chance,” Katrin hissed, wrapping her arms around the succubus.
“Did you really think you could just flaunt your overrated body in front of me and I’d cave in?” Elena retorted, doing the same.
Both women began to expand the battlefield and groped each other aggressively. Hands found their way under skirts and painted fingernails dug into plump buttocks, eliciting soft moans from their respective adversary, while firm thighs intertwined and nylon rubbed audibly against nylon.
Their foreheads touched, and they locked eyes. Every lustful moan from one was met with a triumphant grin from the other. Their breasts were still locked in battle, but now they were no longer the sole focus of attention; rather, they were part of a larger whole, an all-encompassing contest in which each woman threw everything she had into the fray to outdo the other. There seemed to be only one unspoken taboo left; only one battlefield that both still instinctively avoided.
“Don’t be so shy,” Aya urged them. “I want to see which one of you is the better kisser.”
That was all Katrin needed. Her lips pressed against those of the succubus, and her tongue darted forward to gain entry into the female demon’s wet mouth, determined to claim the territory for herself. But Elena’s pink muscle blocked her halfway and, after a brief but intense bout of probing, slid past her to stake its own claim. A wild duel erupted in the arena of their fused mouths as both sought to dominate the kiss. Their long, nimble tongues entwined like oil wrestlers, repeatedly trying to pin each other down, only for one to wriggle free from the other’s grip and turn the tables.
Katrin had never expected it to be easy to subdue Elena, but the succubus’s aggressiveness still took her by surprise. Friendly competition or not, the pride of two women was at stake here – both of whom were used to getting their way.
When Elena had risen onto her tiptoes earlier, she had compromised her balance. Without hesitation, Katrin grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. That gave her the control she needed to change their position. She turned the succubus around so that she was standing with her back to the bed before finally breaking the kiss and pushing her away. With a surprised gasp, Elena landed on the bed, where she paused to catch her breath.
“Not bad,” she purred. “For an angel. But can your lower lips deliver what your upper ones promised?”
“Lean back and let me show you.”
Slowly, Katrin leaned over her rival and began to pull down the blonde’s pantyhose. To Katrin’s satisfaction, Elena didn’t resist. The bare, smoothly shaved pussy that was revealed glistened with moisture in the dim light. It was a sight that made Katrin’s mouth water. Smooth, swollen labia, deep, inviting folds, crowned by the pink pearl that was her aroused clitoris. The angel was just about to remove her last piece of clothing as well when a better idea occurred to her. She beckoned Aya over to her.
“Please give me a hand,” she requested seductively.
Eagerly licking her lips, Aya stood up, stepped behind her, and helped her out of her tights. Slowly and with obvious pleasure, she pulled the fabric down her long, toned legs while Katrin crawled onto the bed. The touch of the black-haired succubus’s sharp fingernails aroused her even more, but Elena’s jealous glances were worth it. Lying on her back, the blonde spread her legs to welcome the brunette.
“So you’re really letting me have the top position?”
“What kind of hostess would I be if I didn’t?” Elena smiled slyly. “But starting on top doesn’t mean you’ll end up on top.”
Katrin confidently returned the smile and draped her left leg over Elena’s right, wrapping her arm around the blonde’s tattooed left leg. “I’m going to drive that sass right out of you,” she announced.
“Others have tried that before,” Elena replied, unfazed, as she reached out her hands toward the brunette’s hips.
The angel made sure the succubus had a good view of her pussy before finally lowering it onto her counterpart. For a brief moment, it flashed through her mind just how incredibly depraved she was behaving. Engaging with demons in the most intimate way possible contradicted everything the cherubim stood for. But the thought vanished the moment their sexes touched and their bodies shuddered as if struck by an electric shock.
The beauties adjusted their positions until their wet, hungry pussies were perfectly aligned. Both women instinctively fell into a slow, grinding rhythm. Elena’s sex organ felt incredibly warm and juicy. Oh, she would squeeze it with her own like a ripe orange. Really slow and sensual. Her dominant position let her set the pace, so she gradually picked it up. Elena’s breasts started bouncing up and down, her abs flexing with every move. She kept up with ease, matching every thrust of the angel’s hips with a counter-thrust of her own. Soon, both women’s skin was covered in beads of sweat.
Fucking Elena was like riding a wild mare that kept rearing up, but Katrin held on tight in the saddle. Drunk with lust, she glanced over at Aya. The other succubus had returned to her chair and was shifting restlessly back and forth, her hand fiddling impatiently with the zipper of her pants.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” Katrin cooed. “I’ll be there for you as soon as this bitch is finished. She’s on her last legs already.”
Aya grinned playfully. “Don’t underestimate her.”
Katrin blew her a kiss and then turned her attention back to the blonde beneath her. “Not so sassy now, are you?” she teased. “You’ve been a naughty girl and you know it. I bet deep down you yearn to be dominated and punished.”
“Shut up and meet my clit with yours,” Elena replied after a deep, lustful moan. “Or are you afraid?”
“You’re on!” Katrin replied immediately and complied with her request.
Their clits had avoided direct confrontation until now. Circling each other, always staying close to their counterpart, they had teased and reminded each other of their presence. But just like two champions on the battlefield, a clash was inevitable. Katrin was certain that if she overwhelmed Elena’s cheeky clit with her own, the blonde would be as good as defeated. She would have no choice but to submit and acknowledge the angles’s superiority.
The long-delayed contact between their most private, most sensitive body parts sent shockwaves through both women. Their throbbing pearls pressed against each other like crossed swords, eager to drive their counterpart back into the depths from which this upstart had emerged. Finally, when neither clit would yield, they slid along each other’s full length, and a wild fencing match began. Moaning with pleasure, Katrin threw her head back. Her gaze was captured by the incredibly erotic image in the mirror above the bed. The sight of Elena arching ecstatically beneath her as she rode the hot blonde to climax, while her own full breasts bounced wildly back and forth, was so captivating that for a moment she forgot she hadn’t won yet. And that moment was all Elena needed.
With a startled squeal, the angel landed on her back as the succubus flipped her position and now looked down at her triumphantly. Katrin watched, fascinated, as horns as long as a finger suddenly grew out of the sexy demoness’s forehead. They were as wide as a cup at their base and red in color. At the same time, red bat wings unfurled from her back. Katrin knew this transformation from Aya although her demonic assets were as black as her hair. Elena revealed her demon form, something succubi usually did to drain the life force from their prey.
“You want to feast on me? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Both knew that an angel’s seemingly inexhaustible life force could easily overwhelm a succubus and render her senseless. Instead of trying to regain the upper hand, Katrin settled comfortably onto her back. Elena had willingly let her take the lead, so it was only fair to give her a chance as well. She was curious to see what the blonde temptress had in mind.
“According to Lilith it is just a matter of self-restraint”, the succubus claimed.
“Then go ahead, try your luck.”
“Maybe later,” Elena decided. Katrin let out a protesting moan as her rival slid forward on top of her and their wet, hot pussies parted with a loud smacking sound. Elena lowered her upper body onto Katrin’s until their full breasts touched again. As amazing as it felt, it was no adequate substitute for the intimate clit-to-clit contact they had enjoyed just a moment before.
“I want to save some appetite for Aya,” the succubus told her. “I love nibbling on her, and she loves nibbling on me. Too bad you can’t offer her the same experience.”
As she spoke, Elena had interlaced her hands with Katrin’s and pinned the angel’s arms to the bed. The blonde’s beautiful face now hovered close above hers, her seductive scent filling Katrin’s nostrils, and their upper bodies began to rub against each other involuntarily, moving in unison to a slow rhythm.
Katrin sensed what her opponent was up to. Elena had been closer to climax and had now deliberately slowed down to give herself a chance to cool off a bit. Reluctantly, she had to admit that she had underestimated the demoness’s self-control and tactical awareness. And not only that – her words had hit a sore spot.
“You’ve already had a taste of what I have to offer to Aya,” she retorted defiantly. “Apparently, it was more than you could handle. My clit is already starting to feel lonely.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Elena assured her, “It won’t for much longer.”
Katrin flinched in surprise as something warm and soft began to slither along the inside of her thighs toward her pussy. A glance up at the mirror confirmed her initial suspicion: it was Elena’s demon tail, now sliding like a snake through her well-lubricated slit, slowly rubbing back and forth along her aroused, hypersensitive clit. It felt incredibly good.
A loud, desperate moan escaped her. “That’s not fair,” she protested weakly. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and tried to somehow bring her rapidly rising arousal under control. She was sure she was the physically stronger of the two but the sexy succubus had her pinned pretty good. Throwing her off was out of the question for the moment.
“Not fair?” Elena teased her. “Do you think Lilith would treat you fair? My bedroom, my rules. And I prefer to devour my prey slowly.”
While Elena put her words into action and planted a gentle love bite on her neck, Katrin reached deep within herself, searching for the strength she needed. She had to hold on, she had to find a way out – she couldn’t just give in to this cunning bitch!
Meanwhile the Succubus continued to tease her, whispering into her ear, “Admit it: You secretly love being subdued by a bad girl. That’s why you always fall for them. Jolie, Aya and now me.”
Katrin clenched her teeth. There was some truth in Elena’s words. She had to resist the urge to give in, to hand herself over to this devious seductress. There it was, the spark of the holy flame that gave the cherubim their power. She reached for it and felt composure and calm flooding through her.
“Dirty cunt,” the angel replied resolutely. “You want to fuck me slow? I wrote The Book of Slow Fucking.”
With that, she manifested her own wings and spread them out over the bed. Unlike Elena’s, they weren’t leathery and bat-like, but white-feathered and soft.
Elena, who was watching her transformation with curiosity, gave her a scornful look. “What do you think those pathetic flapping things are good for?”
Undeterred, Katrin wrapped her wings around Elena’s lower back and began to tenderly stroke her sensitive sides.
“Ohh,” the succubus gasped in surprise. “You want to play tickle games? That won’t save you.”
Contrary to her bold claims, however, Katrin noticed that the movements of her tail became increasingly uncoordinated and the stimulation of her defenseless pussy began to wane, so she intensified her efforts. They continued to exchange gentle caresses and soft teasing kisses as their moans slowly grew louder. This wasn’t a race, but rather a test of patience; yet the longer it went on, the more uneasily Elena slid back and forth on top of her, grinding her crotch against Katrin’s abs unable to deny her own needs. Finally, the brunette seized the opportunity and rolled them both over so they were lying side by side.
“Slut,” Elena cursed. “Let’s cut the crap and get back to business. No tails, no wings. Just our tongues and our pussies. I want to go sixty-nine with you!”
“Oh,” Katrin replied, filled with anticipation. “I thought you’d never ask. Your bedroom, your rules, after all.”
By mutual agreement, they shifted back into their human forms, and their extra body parts vanished into thin air. Katrin turned around on the bed so that she was facing Elena’s crotch. Wet, glistening, and inviting, it awaited her. She would slurp up Elena’s gorgeous twat like an oyster. She would give this hot demon slut the orgasm of her fucking life and wouldn’t stop until her rival whimpered and admitted her defeat.
Without wasting a moment, the two women embraced each other and buried their faces between each other’s legs. The intense scent of Elena’s womanhood nearly overwhelmed Katrin. It was the scent of a dominant queen who was accustomed to getting her way. But Katrin considered herself even more dominant. She would best and tame this spoiled brat. Once and for all.
She ran her tongue along the smooth labia, penetrating the hidden folds and savoring the salty flavor. Every woman tasted a little different, and Elena definitely was delicious. She withdrew her tongue from the dark depths for a moment and closed her lips around Elena’s throbbing clit, sucking on it like it was a lollipop. Every move she made, however, was met with equal measure by the succubus. She seemed just as determined and, much to Katrin’s frustration, just as skilled at what she was doing. Both women moaned louder and more uncontrollably under the onslaught. For both of them, the inevitable climax was not far off; the angel could feel it. The only question was, who would manage to push the other over the edge first.
Desperately, Katrin dug her fingers with all her strength into Elena's round, firm buttocks squeezing the dense muscles underneath the smooth skin. She wasn’t afraid to use her nails since the demoness's regenerative abilities would heal any scratch she caused in an instant. Damn that perfect ass she always showed off so arrogantly. It would be hers, just like the rest of the body it was part of. She would give it the spanking it deserved. The blonde slut would never dare to flaunt it in front of her again. Or in front of Aya for that matter. She might as well get started right away.
A resounding spank echoed through the bedroom as she put her plan into action, followed by a deep, lustful groan from Elena. Yes, that slut liked it, Katrin noted with satisfaction. But her triumph was short-lived. A second resounding spank followed as the succubus returned the favor and immortalized her handprint on the angel’s plump ass.
Katrin moaned loudly in ecstasy. How dare she? That bitch would pay for this, she swore to herself starting to alternate between greedy squeezes and sharp spanks. She loved how the firm buns bounced and rippled under her touch and Elena’s needy moans confirmed that she loved it, too. But the sexy succubus wouldn’t just lay there and take it. She responded with just as much skill and determination, reaffirming her claims on the angel’s buttocks with possessive squeezes and commanding spanks. Quickly the mix of pain and pleasure became too much for Katrin. She could feel that she was just seconds away from a massive orgasm. She couldn’t stop it anymore. All she could do was try to make the defiant demoness explode first.
Like possessed, she went to work on Elena’s slit. She licked, sucked, chewed, using her tongue, lips, teeth – everything at her disposal – while delivering another, even harder slap. It worked: the succubus let out a stifled scream, and hot, sticky girl juice suddenly gushed into Katrin’s open mouth. But at the same time, she herself began to twitch uncontrollably beneath Elena’s demanding lips. Her dam broke, and she, in turn, poured herself into her rival. It was impossible to say who had come first, but at that moment, she didn’t care. Like women dying of thirst, they clung to each other and swallowed as much as they could, determined not to waste a single drop of the sweet nectar they offered each other.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally pulled apart, reluctantly, and lay down on their backs. Both panted heavily.
“That was… incredible,” Katrin whispered. “Maybe your investigative methods aren’t as ineffective as I thought.”
Elena let out a long, lustful sigh. “And maybe your hours-long stakeouts aren’t as boring as I thought. I, at least, could think of ways to pass the time.”
Both of them propped themselves up on their elbows and gazed at each other. The blonde succubus looked sexier than ever with her tousled hair, beads of sweat on her skin, and traces of Katrin’s cum on her chin. A glance in the mirror revealed that she herself looked just as ravaged. She thought she saw newfound respect in Elena’s blue eyes, but certainly no shame or submissiveness.
“This isn’t over between us,” she concluded.
“Not by a long shot,” Elena confirmed. “But that can wait. After all, we’re not alone.”
She turned her head toward Aya, and Katrin followed her gaze. The black-haired succubus was still sitting in her armchair, having listened intently to their conversation. Her pants were unbuttoned; she had definitely been fondling herself. The angel couldn’t blame her. Watching the two of them must have been an incredibly arousing sight.
“Why don’t you come over here,” Katrin urged her, clapping her hand on the bed between them. “We’ll help you out of those tight clothes.” She exchanged a quick glance with Elena to make sure they were both on the same page. “Right?”
“Absolutely,” confirmed the blonde succubus. “What you’re wearing really looks uncomfortable.”
With a satisfied smile, Aya stood up and walked over to them beside the bed. “So I guess the team-building exercise was a success.”
“We’ll get back to that,” replied Katrin, as she and Elena pulled down her pants together. “Don’t think you can just pit us against each other, enjoy the show, and get away with it.”
“Exactly,” Elena confirmed. “In a team, everyone has to contribute, and now it’s your turn.”
With gentle pressure, they led Aya to sit down between them on the edge of the bed. Both put an arm around her back and, in silent agreement, reached with their other hands toward the small triangle of fabric that was her thong.
“Slow down, girls,” Aya protested playfully. “I never planned on you two teaming up against me.”
“Too late,” Katrin whispered, pressing a wet kiss on the black-haired succubus’s lips, only to pull away immediately and hand her over to Elena, who did the same. “I hope you’re ready to make it up to us twice over.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Aya replied, “I’ll show you treacherous sluts who’s in charge here. Just you wait!”
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