ASTRID I shared a smirk with Mistress as I watched her dominate the Heat Bringer. Sister Julia Glendian may have lain with Passion, but Mistress was possessed of Corruption, and there was no denying the Sentient her due. Both Julia and Lucilla had undoubtedly thought themselves experienced women before they came here, and maybe they were, but the residence of the Screeching Siren were a different breed of beast. “What should we do with our captive princess?” Tera prompted me as she sucked my sullied fingers clean. I traced a wet finger along the patterns that glowed from Lucilla’s flesh, admiring their complexity, how the flaming lines never touched, and I felt an odd sense of guilt. My own body had become a canvas for illustration, and I loved how it looked on me, but this was something else entirely; something divine, something that should be worshiped. Tera could have her fun, but I would not be a blasphemer; I hadn’t fallen that far yet. “I will only do what the Bound asian One asks of me.” I replied, giving Tera an apologetic smile. “And what,” Tera grinned at Lucilla, lifting her chin up, “does the ‘Bound One’ want?” “Whatever you want, Master.” Lucilla whispered at Tera, violet eyes full of adoration. Tera’s delighted smile broadened. She reached around Lucilla and grasped Brandon’s forearm, slowly withdrawing the limb, causing the enslaved princess to moan, and press her japanese body deeper to her master’s. “Your enthusiasm is commendable, Your Highness.” Tera whispered lovingly as she did her work, “You have the sprit and the potential, but your experience is still lacking. In my world, words like ‘disgusting’ and ‘abhorrent’ are just synonyms for ‘fun.’ Astrid learned this the hard way,” Tera gave me a wicked grin, “but I think you are much more receptive than she was. After I’m done with you, Sister Julia won’t know what hit her the next time the two of you jump into bed. Now, breathe slowly, and relax; this might feel strange at first.” Tera stopped Brandon’s withdrawal at the wrist, then pressed her fingertips against either side of Lucilla’s gape, indenting the pale flesh around the pulsing protrusion of her prink rim. The tendons in Branon’s arm flexed as he balled his penetrating hand into a fist, causing the princess to whimper, her back to curve into a deeper arch, and her porcelain breasts to flatten against Tera’s bronze chest. “When I say push,” Tera breathed into Lucilla’s pointed ear, “I want you to push as hard as you can. Can you do that for me?” Lucilla nodded, her violet eyes wet, but her pale lips smiling. Tera gave her a reassuring kiss on the nose, and Brandon pulled. Lucilla’s body wrenched, the muscles along her spine forming twitching shadows, her head flying back to yield a primal scream. Her pelvic floor jutted to a convex stretch of glistening flesh, the hole at its center dilating as it birthed Brandon’s exiting fist. Tera pressed on either side, her fingers japan massaging the contracting muscles around Lucilla’s gape, easing the tension, loosening the places where Lucilla was clenching in pain. The princess growled through gritted teeth, spit leaking from the corners of her mouth as Brandon’s hand stretched her to its maximum girth, and then came out. Her scream waned and sputtered, her body lurching as though cut from a great tension. Lucilla’s hole relaxed into a pathetic contraction that didn’t close, her body shuddering in abject relief. “Push.” Tera whispered, and Lucilla complied, her pelvic floor popping with her exertion. She pushed, relaxed, and pushed again, the crease between her glutes distending, indenting, and distending again, her hole opening, constricting, and opening again with each effort. Tera worked the sides of the princess’s gape with deep, circling massages, and Lucilla’s ruined innards did the succubus’s bidding. They bulged from the flushed hole for a moment, a shy coil peaking from its home, and then came flowing out of her, flowering into a glistening rosebud of deep red. Lucilla melted into her master’s arms, grateful moans flowing from her lips, her body languid with euphoric teen exhaustion. “Oh my god!” she sobbed, “That feels so good! Please Master, please touch me there!” “Patience, Your Highness.” Tera chuckled, “Now that I have taught you, you must practice. Astrid, would you care Sweet to help the Bound One perfect her craft?” "I don't know. “Don’t talk rot,” she snapped, “You are not serious surely?” Doris is half Chinese, and very attractive, with typical oriental dark hair and brown eyes that always look mischievous. I gave Ashley a Sweet curious look. I heard a creak from near the bedroom door. Then, I stood up, and walked into the water. 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