Sweet, Sweet Reparation II

To sell her point, Zaida afforded Marisol no conclusion to her fingering, only a lull in the tempo. As soon as she judged the courier capable of taking it, she raised her back to the rigour from before her climax. She then added the requested second digit.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Marisol matched the bravado. Her full recovery lent credence to her claimed stamina. She used her hand to draw Zaida's face to meet her at her shoulder and they shared shallow kisses while the knight's digits had an easier and easier time slipping into Marisol's folds.

"Ah, fuck. Keep doing that," Dvorah huffed. It was anyone's guess whether she was referring to the display between Zaida and Marisol or the way the former fucked their pussies together, but it was not unlikely that the answer was both. All were happy to oblige, and Zaida mixed up her gyrating to keep Dvorah from falling into the familiarity of a consistent rhythm.

The larger woman almost lamented that she could not commit her hands to driving the forewoman higher. Any potential regret was dashed by the wet warmth and heartbeats that surrounded her fingers. Lord's throne, how long had it been since she had been in this position? At the centre of a small party of remarkable women, working them toward some of the greatest pleasures of the flesh. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed this. Focusing on fitting into her new role and avoiding suspicion, plotting toward the exposure of Dyna and her spies, she had spared little thought toward her own pleasures. Perhaps it was ironic given the spirit of the town, but she had not been lacking for things to keep her out of the bedroom. After all, she had only recently opened herself to the possibility of bedding a human. It was true that she had appreciated the beauty and sensuality of them since her first week in Merridian, but that was different; a detached, almost clinical recognition of their appeal. It was not entirely dissimilar to discovering a new kink. At first it seemed outlandish and perhaps even a tad frightening. Demons and humans were such different races - surely only the most depraved and uninhibited servants of the Demon Lord would fancy sleeping with them.

Then what does that make me? Zaida mused.

Powerful. Satisfying humans as well as my own kind is a demonstration of capability... as well as those other attributes.

And that is a good thing?

Always. Power is never something to be forgone. It is true that the humans have been warm and welcoming, but not to me. They respect and admire the lie I have presented them. If they were to know my true nature there would be no question of the need for power over them.

Then I should... not be bedding them?

I should be bedding them. My own gratification is a bonus to the emotional attachment they will feel for the pleasure I give them.

I don't think I like this line of reasoning...

Just keep fucking them. Dvorah is about to come.

"Don't... stop..." the woman at Zaida's loins **** out the words. Her features were set in a hard look aimed directly at the knight's face. They conveyed all the fierceness left out by Dvorah's tone.

Zaida welcomed direction from her partners, especially when it concerned what they wanted from her during a romp, but the bedroom was no place to forget about humour.

"What was that? I could not quite make out what you said." The top subtly eased her thrusts; the sort of change that did not look like much, but would make the near-orgasm Dvorah feel like she had been robbed of air.

"You- Ahn," she grunted in frustration. "Keep bloody going!"

"I am attending to several matters at the moment, dear," Zaida said gaily. She made a show of fingering Eposi and Marisol on her thighs. "Please be as clear as you can."

"Agh, you bitch..." the forewoman muttered darkly before raising her voice. "I said don't slow what you're doing with your hips!"

"And what was I doing with them again?" Zaida smirked, pushing the matter well beyond the point she could be afforded by the benefit of any doubt.

"GAH! Keep fucking your cunt to mine so I can get my O!"

"Please and thank you? Why, I'd be happy to." Zaida nearly snickered. With experienced aim, she landed her own clitoris upon Dvorah's and granted her genteel appeal for sustained stimulation. The kiss between their folds sparked an initial jolt from Dvorah, then the renewed grinding elicited prolonged cries of approval.

"HAH-HAAAAGH!" Dvorah wailed, eyes crossing as her neck went slack.

The forewoman's song of ecstasy prompted the realisation in Zaida that, while just as delectable, there was something about human sounds of pleasure that was different from those of demonkind. She decided that it would be best to expose herself to more melodies of this sort... for investigative purposes, of course.

Back to the moment at hand, it did not escape her attention that her thrusts against Dvorah left the ladies on her thighs bouncing right along with her. "My apologies for the- ngh, turbulence," she said to both of them. "It's not too much, is it?"

"I d-don't mind..." Eposi sighed. Even now she seemed entirely content with Zaida's digits stroking at her entrance.

"I do, though," Marisol stated. "If you're going to be bumping into me like this, I'd prefer you'd do it with something affixed between your legs."

"Are fingers not cutting it for you?" Zaida smirked understandingly.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, darling. They're lovely fingers." She made sure to pour on the sensual tone lest Zaida remain unconvinced. "But, like I said: appetite."

"I'm certain I can find something to fill that void," Zaida said, glancing at the virtual storehouse of implements that lined the room. "But for now, I'd ask for your patience as I finish with this first..." Heeding Marisol's displeasure with her thrusts, she pulled her hand from the courier's sex and allowed her to disentangle herself.

Dvorah croaked out an interjection amidst Zaida's distracted humping. "If you're quite finished making me wait-"

"Oh, right," the knight interrupted. She bore down on Dvorah's clit, giving as much as she deemed her recipient capable of enjoying.

"FU-FUCK!" the forewoman exclaimed as she was ripped back up the hill Zaida had been so casually nudging her along. Her words were chopped into a staccato by the bed-trembling vigour of the knight's grinding thrusts. "You snea-eaky-y bi-i-i...!"

Zaida's lips, parted for rushing breaths, pulled back in wicked appreciation for the way Dvorah's tongue abandoned her as she neared her precipice.

Now take it slow as we make our crest...

Noting the tension in Dvorah's body and rhythm of her breath, Zaida reduced her pace to leave the lady wanting at the final second.

...Then give her everything as she makes the plunge.

As Dvorah's orgasm hit her, Zaida pushed her as far as she could, curious how deeply her back could arch, how much her body could tremble, and how high her squeal could go.

"EEEEEEEEEKK!!!" Dvorah vocalised long enough, and loud enough to test whether or not the room could be properly called soundproof. When enough of the dopamine left her system to afford her a sense of what was going on around her, she saw Zaida yet poised smugly between her legs while Eposi and Marisol gawked with looks of envy and desire. "I... am NOT... an afterthought..." Dvorah panted resentfully. "We need to... to work on your... obedience. You're not... half as good a listener as you... make yourself out to be."

"I never said I was a good listener," Zaida objected with a remorseless snicker. "I said that I could realise your dreams." After a final, easy brush of her sex against the light-skinned woman's, she pulled away, drawing strands of their mixed nectars apart until they dripped under their own weight into the sodden patch on the bedsheets.

"And who are you to assume that my dreams only go as far as a decent climax?"

"Oh hush, Dvorah," Marisol interjected. "You looked as if you were experiencing a higher state of being. Give the girl some credit and let us have a turn with her."

The forewoman begrudgingly moved aside, silently promising herself a different outcome next time.

"If I'm not mistaken," Zaida said, reaching for Eposi, "You have yet to get your own share."

"I don't mind waiting longer," Eposi said. Her voice positively oozed need and desire, and yet there was no uncertainty in her words. The other three each reacted with some form of surprise at this. "I... don't tend to recover much in the wake of my climaxes," she confessed with a hint of indignity. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather hold out yet."

"We don't have to rush to the finish line," Zaida pointed out. Rather than withdraw at Eposi's declination, she had stayed close; taking the older woman's hands in her own comfortingly. Zaida's voice fell to a sultry timbre. "If you'd like, we could build you up, then switch to something else while you cool back down. You know, really draw it out for you." She gave a small and alluring grin.

"Ooh..." Eposi sighed with longing. "That sounds positively enthralling, and that's just the issue: I don't quite trust myself hold back very long. Just give me a while longer. Soon I'm not even sure I'll be able to turn you down."

"Mm, I do enjoy making enchanting women come to me," Zaida said somewhere between a purr and a growl. "Very well. It's your night and we'll do it your way." Seemingly unafraid of muddling her message, she left an enticing peck on Eposi's lips. "Now then," she transitioned, turning to Marisol. "What does this 'appetite' of yours demand exactly?" She ran her tongue between her teeth from one side to the other.

"Give me a moment to select from the menu." Marisol left the bed and moved to examine the many shelves stocked with utensils for their frolicking.

This recess evolved into a proper intermission with the others taking the opportunity to refresh and rehydrate. By the time the courier had made up her mind, all four were renewed in their stamina and composure.

"Here," Marisol declared, holding up a leather strap-on harness triumphantly. "Put this on."

Fixed in place was a smaller, textured phallus. As she supplied it to Zaida, she set a second toy aside - a flaccid snake of a shape, about half a metre long. The shape of both ends did away with any doubts about its intended destination.

Oh, thank the Demon Lord, Zaida internally sighed with relief. Seeing that humans had privates similar to those of demons had given her hope, but she had still been apprehensive that the trio would insist on her making use of some bauble commonplace to their own kind, but entirely alien to herself; something that would all but out her as an imposter. This though, this she could work with. It was something of an understatement to say that she was acquainted with most instruments of intimacy, never mind strap-on dildos. To be frank, the dual-phallused strap was more familiar to Zaida. Many of the succubi she had spent her nights with were so voracious in their sexual appetites that a single source of penetration was regarded as foreplay.

"How do you want it?"

"The way I figure," Marisol said as she made herself comfortable on her back, "You're still making up for lying to us. Therefore, I think it'd only be fair for you to do the work." Her tone was one of kind firmness rather than unforgiving avarice.

"With diligence," Zaida promised. She crawled into the space where she would meet the courier's invitation.

As Marisol spread her toned legs to admit her, the knight once again wondered how the ladies could even joke about this all being a punishment for her. Between stretched adductors, beneath a dark forest, and shining with her own desire, Marisol's pussy lied welcoming to Zaida and her toy - moderately relaxed after the attention she had given it with her fingers. It was practically a gift with her name on it.

Laying the dildo along the mature woman's folds, Zaida eased herself down to press her lips to Marisol's. While their mouths worked their passionate union, the larger woman consciously rolled her hips - rubbing the textured body of the phallus between her partner's labia. Marisol only grew so excited from the grinding. Zaida read this plateau and cautiously fed the rod into the courier's sex. Before they knew it, she was rolling her hips; stirring up Marisol's sex and excitement alike.

The knight reached her desired rhythm, and maintained it for a generous share of minutes without seeing much rise out of Marisol. Zaida experienced the mildest of indignities before pushing on to her next level. Marisol's breathing eventually grew heavy, but out of exertion rather than ecstasy.

This would not do.

To the surprise of all the others, Zaida pulled herself off Marisol, extracting the shaft from her loins. Before any words of inquiry could be uttered, she replaced the rod on her harness with an alternative and retrieved a simple one-hand device. The new dildo sported a tiny appendage at the top of its base; where it could be expected to meet the peak of one's vulva. As for the device, it was little more than a spring-loaded bulb with a grip and lever. However, when the lever was compressed in a closing grip, the mechanism inside would turn, jarring the entire instrument to produce a tremble.

The knight swiftly mounted the courier once more, and - after lubricating it - eased the new phallus into her. Marisol felt the difference when it bottomed out and her pearl felt a weight on its hood. This rod was shorter than the first, so this would be happening much more often.

Only a few tentative thrusts had passed and Zaida could see the improvement. Even this early on Marisol's enjoyment was rivaling that of the profuse pounding with the first tool. She cracked a smirk in spite of herself and set the device upon Marisol's mons. A few squeezes familiarised her partner with the tool's nature, as it buzzed the older woman right down to her core.

"Ha!" Marisol exclaimed in a sharp intake of breath. The light in her eyes flared with renewed interest and enthusiasm.

"Enjoying the combination?" Zaida asked with more than a little cheek.

"You could say that..." Marisol responded; voice tight, and eyes glued to her own sex.

"Oh," Zaida cooed tenderly, "but it's you I want to hear it from."

Marisol chuckled. She had shared a bed with this sort of lover before. "Yes... I do so enjoy this combination." Her delivery was so performative that it came off as sarcastic.

"Hm, I don't know that I believe you..." Once again, she lessened her ministrations almost imperceptibly.

Dvorah caught the attention of Marisol and shared a look with her. Now you know what it's like.

Marisol looked back to Zaida, and repeated herself with slightly less mockery. "I enjoy the combination."

The knight rewarded her with a pair of frenzied squeezes on the device that sent it buzzing through her sex. Marisol flinched at the spontaneity.

Zaida's smirk, dark and mirthful, widened. "How do you feel about it?" Her hips drifted in and out from her partner's legs.

"I enjoy it," Marisol said, bracing herself.

Instead of raising the vibrating this time, Zaida escalated rhythm of her thrusts. "You what?"

"I enjoy it."

Faster still.

"You what?"

"I enjoy this."

More vibrations.

"Again."

"I enjoy this."

There was a clapping where their legs met.

"Again."

"I enjoy this."

More vibrations.

"Do you like it?"

Marisol's voice was halfway to an ecstatic sob by now. "Yes."

Faster thrusts.

"Say the words."

"I like it."

Zaida moved her free hand to massage Marisol's bosom. "Do you like it?"

"I like it."

More.

"Do you like it?"

"Y-Yeah."

Zaida was a flurry with the toy, her hips, and her hand. "You do?"

"Yeah!" Marisol moaned.

Even more.

"You're enjoying it?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Still more.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marisol exclaimed as she was launched over her edge.

Zaida made no effort to stabilise, much less ease off. She only maintained her climbing vigor while her partner spasmed and wailed. She was attentive to the tells that she would be going too far, and was gratified by how long they took to appear.

It was perhaps a full minute of climaxing for Marisol before Zaida's efforts waned. She was spared the shock of total deprivation by a gentle motion in the knight's hips, and a hand upon her pelvis to match.

"How's that appetite?"

Marisol could only give a breathless, amused scoff at this. "Certainly not sated, but I will take a time-out."

"Absolutely." Zaida leaned in, propping herself up on an arm above the courier's shoulder. Her mouth joined Marisol's in a fiery kiss, occasionally affording the other woman a breath. Meanwhile, she pulled the shaft out with a noise befitting an oil massage.