Cortney worthy

Cortney’s fingers twitched at her sides, her nails digging into her own palms as Bridgette’s words coiled around her thoughts like venom. The succubus’s claws lingered, teasing the fragile boundary between pleasure and pain, and Cortney wanted to cross it. Bryce’s whimper cut through the heavy air, weak and pleading. His devotion had been enough to break him, but not enough to keep him. Not like hers.

Cortney’s fingers uncurled from her palms, the sting of her own nails still singing in her skin as she reached out. her hand traced the sharp line of Bridgette’s jaw—slow, deliberate. A mockery of tenderness. Bridgette’s lips curled, a predator’s smile, but her breath hitched—just once—before she leaned into the touch. Bryce’s whimper turned ragged, his devotion unraveling further as he watched, bound by something far stronger than chains.as he was losing Cortney to them..to lilith.Lilith.

Cortney’s fingers uncurled from her palms, the sting of her own nails still singing in her skin as she reached out. her hand traced the sharp line of Bridgette’s jaw—slow, deliberate. A mockery of tenderness. Bridgette’s lips curled, a predator’s smile, but her breath hitched—just once—before she leaned into the touch. Bryce’s whimper turned ragged, his devotion unraveling further as he watched, bound by something far stronger than chains.as he was losing Cortney to them..to lilith.Bryce's sobs hitched as Cortney's fingers traced idle patterns across Bridgette's crimson skin, her touch lingering just long enough to make his stomach twist. The succubus's laughter was a silken purr, her lips brushing the shell of Cortney’s ear—so close, too close—before she whispered something that made Cortney's breath catch. Bryce thrashed against the unseen **** pinning him, his voice raw. "Cortney, please—" Bridgette's fingers curled possessively around Cortney wrais, pulling her back just an inch, just enough to smirk at the way Bryce's throat worked.

Bridgette’s smirk deepened as she guided Cortney’s hand lower, her claws leaving faint red trails along the inside of her wrist. “You want to prove yourself?” she murmured, her voice thick with dark amusement. “Then kneel.” Cortney didn’t hesitate. The hardwood floor bit into her knees as she sank down, her pulse roaring in her ears. Bridgette’s thighs parted before her, the scent of her—heady, unnatural, intoxicating—flooding Cortney’s senses. Bryce let out a strangled noise, his fingers clawing at the air as if he could reach her, stop her.

Bridgette’s fingers tangled in Cortney’s dirty blonde hair, pulling just hard enough to make her gasp. "Good girl," the succubus purred, her crimson eyes gleaming with wicked approval. "Now show me." Cortney’s lips parted, her breath hitching as she leaned forward— Bryce’s voice cracked like splintering bone. "Don’t—!" A flick of Bridgette’s wrist silenced him mid-plea, his jaw snapping shut with an audible click. His body arched off the floor, veins standing stark against his skin as invisible forces wrung a silent scream from him. Cortney didn’t look back.Cortney's tongue traced the seam of Bridgette's thighs, her mouth watering at the electric bitterness of infernal flesh. The succubus sighed, her claws tightening in Cortney's hair as she arched against her lips. Bryce's muffled screams vibrated through the floor, his body convulsing in useless protest. Tears streaked his face, but Cortney only moaned against Bridgette's skin, the sound vibrating through them both. "Deeper," Bridgette commanded, her voice layered with something ancient and ravenous. Cortney obeyed without thought, her fingers digging into the succubus' hips as she drank her in—not just flesh, but power. The demonic sex juices from her vagina further preparing Cortney’s body for the extraction of her soul.

The moment Cortney's tongue delved deeper, the air itself seemed to shudder. Bridgette's back arched off the wall with a gasp that wasn't entirely pleasure—there was triumph in it, the sound of a hunter watching the trap finally spring shut. Her claws scraped Cortney's scalp in reward, drawing thin beads of blood that sizzled against her fingertips. "You taste like damnation," Cortney panted against her skin, the words slurred, drunk on the thick, otherworldly musk coating her tongue. Bridgette laughed—a sound like breaking glass—and yanked her head back by the hair, forcing Cortney to meet her gaze. "Its time" the succubus mewed.mowed.

Bridgette’s lips crashed against Cortney’s with violent hunger, her tongue forcing its way past trembling flesh. The kiss burned—not with heat, but with the icy precision of a blade sliding between ribs. Cortney gasped as something pulled deep within her chest, a sickening, glorious unraveling that made her toes curl against the floor. Bryce’s muffled screams turned wet, ****, as he watched Cortney’s soul—a shimmering, silver-blue wisp—curl from her parted lips and into Bridgette’s mouth.