Reciprocation and escalation

"Sister," You try out the word as a term of endearment for the duplicate that you're becoming increasingly enamored with. It doesn't quite ring true, but close enough, and the insinuation that you're family instead of copies gives you a forbidden thrill. "We have an, mmm but that's good... we've got an audience."

Sabine's tongue darts into your clenched pucker and slides up the soft flesh of your taint while she closes her lips around the entrance to your bum. She slides her hot little mouth underneath until she can just reach your slime-slicked groove with the tip of her tongue before pulling away with a light pop. "Let the prick watch. Or have you had enough of me already, hmm?" Her question turns into an amused moan as she dives in again for more, and your own pleasured noise joins with hers.

Now that you're aware of the voyeuristic daemon's presence, you find it difficult to ignore. You can imagine him licking his slovenly lips, detritus escaping his maw and collecting in the rolls of his fat while his hands pleasure the fat tits of harem slaves and his own body alike.

Your imagination does a sufficient job of conveying your natural disgust for Bulgarmet, yet with your twin's skilled mouth eating her fill of your rear, the pleasures she's giving you blend into your imagination and you feel a need for further debasement. It might have been what the fiend's plan was all along - who better to seduce you than yourself? - but it doesn't matter. As satisfied as you are pleasuring yourself, there's just no substitute for a powerful daemon dick burrowing inside you, and there's no one you'd rather share the experience with than yourself.

Still, you don't pull yourself away from Sabine's attentions. Hell, you might as well give the daemon a show. You gently rock your body back into your copy's mouth and arch your back just enough to present your dangling breasts. You exaggerate your moans just a bit. A hand runs through your hair to shake some of the slime out of it and then slides down your body, smearing the ooze over your skin. Whenever you make eye contact with one of Bulgarmet's many stalks, you lick your lips like a wanton whore and mouth the words "fuck me."

The Sabine buried between your ass cheeks doesn't seem oblivious to your act and starts to get into it as well, slurping enthusiastically and moaning loudly into your bottom. Maybe its just a play, but you're having an effect on one another as much as on your captor. You can't keep it up much longer though - your thighs quiver and your body collapses under the strain of climax.

You're granted a couple of minutes of reprieve while Sabine curls herself around you. You each get to enjoy the mix of your flavors on one another's lips and hand casually roaming across the slick skin of your tightly pressed bodies extend the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"I can't believe what sluts we are. We're actually going to pleasure that bastard, aren't we?" The quiet words finally end your intimate moment. You're pretty sure it was your double that says this, but you were thinking the same thing, so it could be that your lips moved without realizing it. You exchange a girlish giggle and rise to your knees. "Bulgarmet," you coo in perfect unison, not unlike the chorus of his slaves before. You both stretch your sinuous bodies for his enticement and crawl on hand and knees toward the shaft straining through the door.

"I'm going to suck your cock," you purr and rise up on one side of it. "And I'm going to suck your cock," the other you agrees, rising to meet you. You bend slightly to wrap your lips around the tip of him while your twin does the same, and you meet each other in an obscene kiss with the head of his phallus squeezed between both pairs of your luscious lips. This isn't a plan, not really, but if you're in this together, you might as well try to get out of it together.