Like fitting a hand inside a puppet and beating a drum

My eyes line themselves up towards a perfectly clean asshole. I knew damn well that Cass had never bleached hers, so that meant that the cloning was selective on what skin markings got transferred. I grab the ass cheeks surrounding it with both hands, and it blinks at me. I'd have to learn later if both Goths had such control of those movements or if only the lewd Beta could do it.

The idea of maybe starting with my tongue came to my head. I've never rimmed or been rimmed by anyone before, and none of my partners had suggested it even once. Having a pristine tunnel for my first time was an unique opportunity, and it would likely take this cocky girl by surprise.

As I dwell on it, I started stretching the entrance for whatever I would enter it with. My thumbs hookers themselves inside and pulled on opposite directions, remembering what Goth Alpha had said over when similar pressure affected her ass. A quiet moan was heard, but Beta quickly drowned it out by forcing a smug laugh. Whatever pain she could feel from this was negligible, she wouldn't cry a single whine even as I pulled far enough to make a five inch long oval out of her hole.

"Don't let the darkness there fool you, nothing bad is going to happen if you jab your little fingers in there." She mocks me for not having penetrated her already. "Though if I had your best interests in mind, I would advice against trusting the word of a succubus. We are the same kind of tricksters than other demons, just more attractive."

This is provocation enough for me to enter my tongue into her rectum. The experience is unlike what I had expected it to be, I feel the taste to be the same flavor as skin if maybe a little saltier. And the lack of limits means that I don't feel the tightness of muscles in the area reacting to my invasion and trying to fight it back. However, the response I get is just what I was hoping for. From one moment to another, all the boasting goes away and Goth Beta melts under my touch while letting out a well merited 'Fuuuck' that lasts for a short eternity. Human limits prevent me from going even a tenth of the depth my arm could reach inside her colon, but the wet sensation is enough to already put some pressure on her resistance. I'll have to keep that in mind.

Not a second after I remove my tongue, I deliver another powerful smack against Beta's ass. The results from this one are even better than with the first, and I follow it up with two similar blows from the same side and a trio of spanks on the other one. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the submissiveness Goth Alpha displays is also present in Goth Beta, even if its hidden from plain view. The elevated quasi-satanist qualities have masked it and combined it with masochism. The mere fact she made a challenge to tear her up was a big clue, and the enjoyment she was getting from having her ass lit up sealed the deal.

"Ladies, if you wouldn't mind." I invite them to spank their derivative while I prepared the next part of my plan. Cassandra, to my complete lack of surprise by this point, pounced on the chance. Her spanks were somewhat weak, but their near-immediate succession compensated for the lack of power behind them. After first looking at me for approval, Goth Alpha copied the method on the neglected cheek. I make a quick inspection, and once I feel confident that the fast and loose method is not as effective at keeping Beta crying out with her tongue out, I order a slower methodical process with more weight thrown into each strike. Alpha follows that to the letter, while Cass makes more of a slight adjustment. I'd say something about her not being able to control herself to get on her nerves, but it feels wiser to not make the only other human in the room feel like I'm going to boss them like a clone.

During this time, I suck on the fingers of my hand before going as far as spitting a considerable amount of drool onto it and rubbing it around. I want it as wet and slimy as can be before I slip it in. "Last chance to say you yield." I taunt Beta, finally feeling like I'm in full advantage over her. Mainly, because I know two things: She knows that she should quit right now if she doesn't want to be brought to orgasm and humiliated; and she won't do that.

I hear no response from her, so I tell the ladies to back off so I can finish the job. Goth Beta is laying on her stomach, head to her side and her eyes are unfocused. I use my wet index finger like a hook as I lay next to her, dragging her ass up past the point where her spine (if she has one) would be well bent and as far as it touching the back of her head. I can see her finally being able to look at me eye to eye. I steal a kiss from her, and ask a question. "Are you ready to declare me as the dark lord and ask to be my servant, or do you still need a little push to get there?" She shakes her head, which I'm taking as her choosing the latter. Shrugging my arms, I get behind her and set her ass down. Can't say I didn't give her options.

Four more fingers come inside her, and I drive the rest of my hand in before she even gets a breath out. I close my fist and dig deeper, hearing her go wilder with every single inch that enters. I find myself elbow deep withing fifteen seconds, and it only takes ten more to find myself up to my shoulder in her. She's came, of course. She probably already did it more than once during the spanking, as my position made me feel a puddle against my chest that couldn't have just sprung up in a few seconds. My lack of attention prevented me from knowing if I was the one who gave her first orgasm or not, but when I go as far as shoving my other hand inside her vagina and rub my fist against the thing barrier between it and my arm, I can rest sure that I've given her the most intense one she's ever experienced. She screams like a madwoman at it, a true song of incomprehensible pleasure composed by a lustful soul. The beauty of the music obscures the nonsense of the lyrics, which just sound like a bunch of vowels spoken by someone whose brain was malfunctioning.

A wet SLORP sound is heard when I back away to admire my work. Goth Beta is fully out of it, likely sent into a deep sleep by her post-orgasmic bliss. Goth Alpha and Cassandra seem to be both turned on by what they saw, and my erection is back, but our stamina has been drained already from previous events. Can we really stay here and fuck all night? We should probably start thinking about how we're going to traffic some clones home, shouldn't we?

Responsibility and desire are driving me to opposite courses of action. Which one to follow?