Round 35 Transcript

My breath catches in my throat as the doll demon climbs down from my shoulder and begins its sensual assault on my breasts. Its tiny fingers pinch and tug at my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight between my legs. The feeling is overwhelmingly intense, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. When it sucksle me, drawing hard on one nipple then the other, a wet warmth floods my pussy.
"I can't believe this is happening," I gasp, trying to keep my voice low so the others don't hear my distress. "It's too much, too fast."
The demon's ass wags back and forth as it straddles me, its slick cunt pressing against mine in a rhythmic motion that makes me want to scream. I feel a sudden, powerful urge to taste it, to run my tongue over those tight, wet folds and plunge deep inside.
"Please," the doll demon moans, its voice high and sweet, "won't you please have a taste of my tight little honey hole?"

The doll demon carefully opens Abby's mouth with her feet, sliding up between Abby's breasts, placing her drooling pussy on Abby's eager tongue. The demon grinds back and forth on Abby's tongue, her tiny doll pussy leaking into Abby's open mouth. The doll moans as she reaches orgasm, squirting her sweet juices down Abby's throat. "There you go sweetie, Dolly came for you. Please put your tongue inside me" she pleads, begging Abby to make the next move.

I step forward, my wings unfurling slightly in a slow arc behind me—less a threat display and more an expression of barely contained power. The doll's performance on Abby is… distracting, to say the least, but I keep my focus on Silra. Her question about terms is exactly what I was hoping for. "Binding has many forms, little one," I purr, letting my voice weave through the air between us like silk. "The kind I offer isn't shackles and contracts in blood—at least not how you might imagine." My eyes gleam with something ancient and hungry, but also genuinely curious about her interest. "What I propose is… an exchange of experience, a sharing of sensation magnified beyond your wildest dreams."

I take another step closer, my naked body moving with predatory grace despite its soft curves. The movement draws attention to the heavy sway of my breasts—lactating now, as always when aroused—and the thick, already half-erect shaft between my legs. "You saw what I can do," I continue, gesturing casually toward Abby's moaning form. "But that was mere… demonstration. The real art requires active participation."

My eyes flick briefly to Halie and Hera standing guard behind Silra—their protective stance almost amusingly naive given the circumstances. But then my gaze returns to Silra, more intense now. "The terms are simple: you allow me access to your body's pleasure centers through demonic art—no lasting marks, no permanent damage—and in return, I grant you sensations so profound they'll redefine what it means to feel alive."

I don't mention the price—not yet—that sliver of her life force I'd need to sustain the binding. That's a detail for after she's too deep in my magic to back out. "What do you say? Shall we explore ecstasies your mortal flesh wasn't built to contain?"

I step past Halie's protective arm without touching it—no need to antagonize her further—and face Jeane directly. The succubus's wings unfurl with deliberate grace, a display meant to impress or intimidate. I'm not easily impressed. "You say 'binding' like it's a love poem," I respond, my voice dry and skeptical. "Demons don't gift power without demanding something in return. So tell me—what exactly are you offering? And more importantly, what do you want from me?" My eyes narrow slightly as I watch her wings shift position. "Because I'm not signing any contracts with blank spaces."