Welcome to Hell.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Getting up, balancing the shot glass and the cold tequila in one small, strong hand. The other reaching for, and finding, a stash of pre-cut limes. Wolf makes her way to the pretty, and eases down into place beside her. Taking the shot, the wolf drops everything...and is not the least bit amazed when it floats at hand height.

Low voice insinuates itself into the pretty's ear...

Lean back, sweetness...This promises to be very entertaining.

Strong arm curls around her, tugging her slightly into the gravity well of the petite Wolf woman.

 

[Britwitch]

The pull on her wrists eases and she finds she can move them. She listens to his words, her sex already aching for his touch...any touch...thanks to the clamps and his words. Damn but his words have power over her.

Thank you...

She whispers before doing as she is told. Dropping onto her knees on the warm stone, body turned towards the Ladies watching from a distance. A hand stealing between lewdly spread thighs to part already moistened lips.

A finger slips inside her wetness and is rapidly joined by another. Knuckles nudging the clamp and making her fidget, increasing the waves of excitement that are already coursing through her.

This toy hopes not to disappoint...

She murmurs in a voice growing rapidly more husky in tone as faint sounds of arousal rise up between her legs, hips rolling ever so slightly against her hand.

 

[ShyMystica]

She smiles softly as he waves towards her, her mind taking note that he seems to enjoy the audience.

As the wolf settles beside her, she smiles brightly. As the wolf's words float through her mind, she complies; cuddling closer, her head falling to rest upon the wolf's shoulder as emerald eyes study the woman now kneeling towards them, her mind ticking with thoughts of the scene at hand.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hand reaches for tequila, fills the floating shot glass, grabs it. Takes the shot. Low voice speaks, directing her remark toward the Witch who is slowly writhing from her own ministrations.

Very nice, Witchy...

 

[Seranova]

He doesn't even watch.

He turns and walks away as soon as she sinks to her knees, and is already on his way to the bar when her fingers dip in to her sex. Stepping behind the wooden top, he grabs a clear glass bottle containing brown liquid and pops the seal quickly. A glass is placed on the counter, and two fingers of whiskey poured inside, straight, with no ice to dull the flavor. Sure, he could have snapped his fingers in this place. But this method was more dramatic, and time consuming. By the time he returns, sipping on his drink, her hips are already rocking needily while her fingers dive into her core.

Having fun, toy?

He chuckles and reaches around her to tug on the chain between her heavy breasts, and the flesh stretches in response to the hardened nubs being pulled simultaneously.

Don't you dare cum, by the way. You're not allowed yet. If ever, in my care...

Another slow sip is taken, as he stands behind her.

 

[ShyMystica]

......

 

[Britwitch]

Yes, I am...thank you...

Her voice is little more than a groan as she replies, hand moving back and forth with a steady pace between her legs. Although it falters when the clamps are pulled, stretching breasts, pulling nipples. Back arching, trying to ease the pull whilst almost presenting them to him.

N-no, I won't...

She sets her mind on the task at hand. Trying to slow her body's excitement. To keep it at a rapid simmer rather than letting it boil over.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Tucking the Shy one close, I allow my eyes to focus upon the scene before me, my brain ticking over with ideas for the next time I have a pretty little needy one in my hands.

Hand drifts from her shoulder to her waist and back again, slow, soothing, repetitive.
And from time to time, I refill my shot glass with Cuervo, thinking on Raven and Cherry, each time I do so...I really need to write them back.

His voice interrupts my thoughts, and I grin at the slow cadence. Heh. He is in fine form today.

 

[Seranova]

His hand wraps in her hair slowly, methodically, as he takes another sip of his drink. Suddenly, the fist yanks to pull her head back, but he doesn't look down yet. Instead, he just downs the last of his drink and releases it, allowing it to float away. A wink towards the Wolf, acknowledging the idea as hers, and rather fun.

Well, lets make things a bit more interesting, shall we?

His sneer is downright wicked when his eyes finally fall on her face, and his free hand reaches down to free his manhood and the heavy sack below from the confines of pants and boxers. With a turn of his hips, he holds her head even further down so that his scrotum can rest easily on her forehead, and semi-hard member sits along the length of her nose. He almost wished he could will out drops of precum to fall just above her lips, but even his powers weren't that good here. It was a fun idea, though.

Are we still having fun? Spread those legs wider, little witch. I don't think they can see your dripping little cunt well enough yet.

 

[Britwitch]

Fingers hesitate once more as hair is pulled, hesitate but don't cease their motion entirely. She knows better than that.
She can hear the rustle of fabric and then warm, firming, flesh rests upon her upturned face. She can smell the masculine scent of him, the musky hint of arousal. Thinking of tasting it, feeling it, being taken by it all making her own excitement so much harder to rein in.

Yes...thank you...

She replies, shifting her legs until they are widely spread. Her soaking sex easily seen by anyone choosing to look. Lips dewed with need, fingers slick with droplets gathering on her palm.

 

[Seranova]

He glares evenly down at her, his own member resting upon her face. A tilt of his head as he watches, and then his eyes rise to see Luna and Shy still there, also watching. A smile touches his lips, and an idea forms. He doubts they will both take the offer, but that wasn't the point.

Are you dripping yet, little witch? Why don't you offer the audience your fingers to taste? Its only polite, isn't it? Or maybe, if they would rather drink right from the source...

He reaches down to tug on the chain that connects her nipples and clit once more, then release it and her hair at once. His member is shoved back into his pants and zipped up, and he leans over to smack her bum nearly as hard as possible from the angle.

Crawl over and make your offer, toy. I know you won't cum.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sits up slightly, and watches the Witchling with a dimpled smirk.

 

[Britwitch]

With hips swaying, rear high in the hair, glistening chain hanging from gently swinging breasts, she slowly crawls over to the two Ladies watching events as they unfold. Cheeks pinked as she kneels before them, thighs parted wide, and pushes fingers back inside herself before withdrawing them and offering them up with bowed head.

Please...if you wish, do taste this toy...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Full lips circle one small digit, tongue tip swirling round and round, tasting girl musk and sweetness.

A nibble...a quick bite.

Thank you Witchy woman.

 

[ShyMystica]

She watches; her usually expressive features now cold as she watches the scene unfold. His words surprise her; cheeks blushing deeply before looking up to see Luna's reaction.

She shuffles aside, and watches the woman crawl towards them; her emerald gaze intent on the severely reddened nipples from where the clamp painfully bites. She offers a polite smile, before shaking her head.

No thank you, dear woman. That is very sweet, but I will decline. Thank you.

Her eyes return to gaze at him with slight surprise and heat...her mind curious as to the psychology behind such a move. Then her eyes return to the woman.

 

[Britwitch]

A gasp at Luna's suckling bite. A shy smile at Shy's polite refusal.

As you wish...and thank you...

She pauses before turning and crawling back to him, cheeks burning a little brighter think of the view now afforded their audience. She reaches him and takes up her former position, knelt at his feet, thighs lewdly spread and fingers deep inside herself.

 

[Seranova]

When she returns to his feet, he turns away, arms crossed and seemingly no longer interested in her in the least.

I am done with you, toy. Go back from whence you came. When you return tomorrow, you had better already be dripping, and ready for me to use you, if I choose.

With that, he slipped off and made his way behind the bar once more to pour himself another drink.

 

[Britwitch]

As you wish...always as you wish...

She replies softly.

Rising silently, she offers the Ladies a slight bow before heading out the way she came.

Shackles and chains vanishing just as she steps out of the Hellish world...knowing they'll return to claim her flesh as soon as she steps back in.

Which she will do.

Soon.
Very soon.

After all, part of her belongs down here now.

 

[ShyMystica]

She watches him retreat; his words confusing her slightly. Then she watches as the woman leaves as well, a part of her hoping that the woman was alright. Then her eyes dart back to him as he settles behind the bar, her gaze curious yet hard to read.

She slinks back into her chaise; willing a fan into existence to cover herself in mildly cooler air than the horrid heat that exists in this place.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A small grin as the Witchling disappears before I stand up, stretch and move away from Shy, back to my spot on Plexy's feather bed. The tequila, the ice, the limes, the shot glass? They all follow along, a row of ducklings.

The Wolf retreats, to the bed and flops down upon it, her mind quiet, withdrawn. She...is ok.

 

[ShyMystica]

She stands; delicate footsteps carrying her to Luna's side. Kneeling upon heated stone, she strokes the hair softly from the wolf's face, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. She whispers softly...

Thank you for being my cuddle buddy.

With that, she nods with a knowing smile towards him; her eye gazing at the liquor curiously before smiling up at him again.

Then she and her chaise dissappear; vanishing amidst pure white clouds and beaming angelic light.

 

[Seranova]

He moves out of the shadows, stretching dramatically and yawning. Tired. But awake. A good morning in this dreadful place he was starting to think of his second home. He grabs a cup of coffee and picks up a copy of the paper, Demon Times, and slips into his chair to begin to read.

Hmmm... Why is there never any good news?

 

[Britwitch]

The witch re-enters Hell, with a gasp. Clamps materialising instantly upon her nipples and clit, their connecting chain dangling and tinkling as she walks. Shackled wrists once more behind her back. She winces as sensitive flesh quickly awakens under the tight bite of the clamps, sex growing wetter by the second just at the thought of what this visit might entail.

Without another sound, she moves to kneel beside his chair.

Head bowed.

 

[Seranova]

He barely even glances at her, before taking another sip of his coffee.

Back again, are you? Better be careful, else people are going to start thinking you love this sort of treatment...

A small chuckle, and he tilts his head slightly to look at her. The paper is set down, and he closes his fingers around the chain connecting her clamps. Pulling, guiding, so that she would move between his legs. As he began trying to guide, he spoke low.

Take what you want out of my pants, and start sucking like the needy little slut you are...

He smiled wickedly, knowing that with only her mouth, it would be quite the task. Luckily, with simple slip-on pants around his waist, it wouldn't be impossible.

 

[Britwitch]

Cheeks redden at his words, but she doesn't refute them. Back arches as she shuffles on her knees, warm rock scraping the skin, clamps biting painfully on soft tissue.

His instructions caused a brief flash of confusion to cross her features before she focused on achieving the task set for her.

Thank you...

She murmured, face already buried in the fabric of his trousers. She nuzzled at the flesh beneath while her teeth tried to gain purchase in the material. Breathing hard through her nose and leaning her body as close as she could, she eventually managed to get a fairly firm hold on the waistband and began to draw it down.

She was rewarded with several snappings of elastic against her face before she managed to pull the clothing low enough to finally wrap her lips around the head of his shaft and start sucking greedily.