“Yes, we should tease him.”

No sooner then the words had been said, then Fri raised her succulent cunt from his face. Phil almost whimpered in disappointment as she pulled away from him.

Both the succubi laughed before Ma’ said, “If we lie beside him, he can see everything.”

Fri didn’t hesitate. She rolled over onto the bed, her head adjacent to his and shortly after, Ma’ rolled on top of her facing the other way. Phil craned his head to see what was happening as Fri stretched out her long tongue. He moaned quietly as he realised the two succubi were about to 69.

Fri’s tongue was long, and Phil groaned as he watched it snake for several moments as Ma’ knelt over her sister’s head. Then, as Ma’ brought her crotch closer Fri pushed her tongue into her sister’s cunt. They both moaned and arched and Phil, subconsciously, humped the air watching them.

As they tongue fucked each other, Ma’ reached out to Phil’s cock and gently started to stroke it. Her textured hand slid up and down his shaft, lingering over his dripping head. “Oh God, I love your hand,” Phil moaned.

His left hand could just reach Ma’s foot, and in a moment of mischievousness, he stretched his fingers out to tickle the sole of her foot. She jolted quickly and pulled her head back from her sister’s cunt. “Do that again, and I will have to pay you back.” She said, looking in his direction. Phil could not help but notice that Ma’s horns had grown, each now protruding about as long as his finger.

As Ma’ lowered her head again, Phil couldn’t resist. He reached his hand out and tickled the sole of her foot again. Ma’ yelped, her wings furling, and she quickly rolled off her sister. “What happened?” Fri asked.

“He tickled my foot,” Ma’ said with a stern face.

Fri laughed as Phil looked at Ma’, her breasts leaked creamy milk, and her nipples stood firm. Fri smiled at Phil, “Well, I guess Ma’ is going to make you scream,” she said as she rolled off the bed.

Phil hesitated a moment, a sudden fright in his chest, “In pleasure, right? She’s going to make me scream in pleasure?”

As he spoke, Ma’ stepped over to a cupboard and pulled it open. Inside was all manor of whips and chains, cuffs and canes. “Probably in pleasure, maybe not,” Fri said with a smile.

Fri stepped over to a chair, and Phil was surprised when she stepped up onto the back of the chair to perch and watch. As she did, her sister pulled out a long glistening black multi-strand whip. “What’s that?” Phil asked.

Ma’ smiled; it was almost predatory. He looked towards Fri, who gently nodded in his direction. “Ok, I guess,” Phil said, a little unsure.