No, Arta is In Her Way

Julia smiled looking down at her boss, the bitch had the audacity to think she was above pleasing Julia. Unfortunate for her, Melissa decided differently. Glancing over her shoulder Julia grinned at Melissa, then flicked her now almost raven hair behind her shoulder.

Suddenly she grabbed the platinum blonde hair and directed the bitch to gaze up to her. With strength she didn’t know she had she held Arta there, resisting the two arms that tried to pry her arms away.

“You aren't worthy of anything more than your meager taste.” Julia cussed with venom that was uncharacteristic of her.

“Like you are,” Arta replied struggling to break free of Julia's hold, finding a foreign arousal growing within her at each bit of pain from the tugging on her hair, and the suddenly emergent rival.

“Yes, I am,” Julia replied throwing Arta down and circling the platinum blonde, relishing the daggers being glared at her. Julia ran her hands alluringly across her corrupted body, fondling herself, cupping down along her sides and stomach, crossing the ridge of her hips. “I'm not here just hungering for their power and pleasure. They know all my desires.” Pausing for a moment she fingered both her pussy and ass lewdly, glancing about to the chuckles and catcalls of her audience.

Arta couldn't believe the audacity of this little bitch. To think herself more deserving or entitled to whatever they had stumbled upon here. Arta had tasted the power and hungered for it even more, every aspect of it fulfilling her actions through her entire life.

The depraved slut portion aside.

“You are INSIGNIFICANT,” Arta shouted, starting to rise back up from the floor intent on attacking this bitch who dared to not only cross Arta for something Arta wanted. But to think she was more worthy. “You know nothing about power, how to gain it, use it. How to manipulate people. Now get out of the way, you can have your turn when I AM done.”

The demons mockingly laughed in a chorus in the room, draining the confidence from Arta's poise, and body language. As Arta questioningly looked around all she saw other than the amused demons was the succubus on the throne nodding a slow stern affirmation to Julia.

Arta cried out in surprise. Struggling she quickly found herself pinned to the floor, tackled by Julia while distractedly trying to figure out the mocking laughs aimed at her trying to put Julia in her place.

Julia seemed to smoothly wrestle herself on top, her arms and legs effortlessly pinning Arta down

As Arta struggled she found her body moving against her, trying to be pressed and ground against, spasms of pleasure permeated her. The warm, sweat and cum glazed body atop her radiating not just heat, but an electrical surge of pleasure.

Arta gasped in shock at how much sensation her breasts suddenly felt.

“Do you want to know why they find me worthy over you?” Julia tauntedly whispered to Arta, having managed to now pin both the platinum blondes wrists in the grasp of on hand, rearing herself up from breathing heavily and licking across Arta's cheek she began to circle one of Arta's erect nippled with a finger.

Arta just glared, adamant that she was above answering to the naked woman atop her, asserting dominance.