Strike two

You shake your head, trying to get past your nerves with false bravado, mocking “nope! That’s two down, and another step towards me getting you lovely ladies on your knees before me.”

Emma’s face sours at your mocking, while the gothic Raven calms her. They whisper more, trying to go over everything they had said to get the most out of their last guess. Once they seem certain, Raven stands and walks behind you, placing her long deep black nails on your shoulder close to your neck. Meanwhile Emma has sensually stood and moved before you, bending at her waist while placing her hands on your knees and spreading them. Even though the game was still on, and they were not yet touching anything sexual, you felt completely surrounded and **** before these succubi.

Emma speaks softly and seductively, adding to your tension while she gives their final guess. “Well then, I think we know what it has to be then, don’t we Raven?”

“Mmmm that’s right. Little Cory here has only one other thing we mentioned that he hasn’t done. And I can see why he’s so... flustered” she leans forward as she speaks, her plump lips grazing your ear, her breath down your neck.