As the party begins to disperse, Maisy grabs Racheal and drags her to a nearby portal. “Come with me, “Maisy grinning; “we’re going to have some fun.”
Racheal feels a warm electric feeling as Maisy leads her through a set of doors, hallways and passages. Leading her to a large bedroom complete with a double king sized bed. “Welcome to the guest quarters,” Maisy coos; sensually drawing her fingers on Racheal’s shoulder. “Thought it best you head to a place to rest and recuperate. You’ve had a trying day”, Maisy grins. Pulling loose a shoulder strap; causing Racheal’s dress to sag.
“You refer to me becoming a demon, nearly killed,” Racheal counts, “attend a party, possibly hob nobed with some Iron Knights assassins...” Racheal tried to continue but was shushed by Maisy when she planted a kiss to her lover’s lips. Tongues dancing in each other’s mouths; they pull back to take a breath. Passionately exhaling; they each stare into each other’s eyes.
“Shush,” Maisy flicking the other strap off of Racheal’s dress. Watching it crumple to the floor; Maisy’s eyes trail up Racheal’s scaly white and blue legs. Pausing as she stares at her nethers; Maisy licks her lips longingly as she see Racheal’s moist folds glisten with her juices. “Want to eat you out,” Maisy croons, “so get on the bed.”
Racheal suddenly embraces Maisy. Pulling het towards the bed, they both fall onto the large mattress and start rolling around as hug passionately. They pause as Maisy finally on top turn around to stare at Racheal’s entrance. Proudly displaying hers to Racheal; Maisy wastes no time and plunges her tongue into the inviting folds. Racheal’s gasps as she feels Maisy’s tongue and repays the pleasure by nibbling on Maisy’s clitoris. Both soon begin to alternate between thrusting, twirling and other activities in each other’s twat. Picking in tempo and getting louder with the sighs and moaning; it wasn’t long before started to cum their vaginal juices on each other.
Maisy collapses on Racheal. Gasping, she slowly begins to like her face of Racheal’s dew. Managing to crawl back around, Maisy is quickly hugged by Racheal. Their ample breast’s mashed up on each other; they each begin to finger each other as they start drifting off asleep
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Beelzebub paces across a circular room with a large pentagram carved in red stone in the center. Beelzebub contemplates the risks and the rewards of his latest gambit. A plan that was originally conceived, by his treacherous daughter. A plan that was petty in nature inspire by simple jealousy.
“Only a child could conceive of such idiocy,” He mutters as he continues his pacing. “Why target the small fry,” Beelzebub pauses, “when you can hook the king fish.”
Usurping Cruciata feeble plan to assassinate a human turned demon was simple. Appeal to the Iron Knight’s sense of pride. “Instead of going after the daughter, of some unimportant holy man”; Beelzebub smirking at the thought of Rev Church believing he was holy. “Give them a more tempting target. Give them Lucifer.”
“But first”, Beelzebub staring at the pentagram. “Awake!”
A pillar of smoke rises from the middle. An ethereal shade of smoke hovers silently waiting for its purpose. Beelzebub grins at shade. A remnant of an eldritch being; A creature now trapped to serve its master’s bidding.
“There is a human turned demon that need to be removed,” Beelzebub begins “Her name is Pava,” Beelzebub snarls. “I want her dead by morning.”
“Make sure Cruciata is not harmed,” Beelzebub adds. “But do let her see you in action, so as she gets the message.”
Beelzebub watches as the shade leaves the confines of the pentagram. “My whelp will learn her place”, Beelzebub thinks. “Cruciata needs to learn the price for betrayal.”