Try to stop her.

"As fun as that sounds, the fact that you trapped both Amara and I in here doesn't bode well. Are you here to kill us?"

"How cruel of you to say," the succubus replies. "Why would I want to kill you~?"

She draws her finger down your chest. While you're distracted, however, you notice Amara's warning call far too late. Another succubus enters in through the other door and dashes across the room at incredibly speeds. She yanks the sword from your scabbard and tosses it across the room. You pivot around to see a woman with long white hair, but otherwise looks similar to the first. She grab you by the shoulders and licks her lips.

"Can't have you fighting back, can we?" she says.

Amara struggles against her bindings. "Let us go!"

The two succubi strong-arm you over to the chair beside Amara and **** you to sit. They press your arms down over the armrests, and just like with your companion, they wrap you in manacles. Now both of you are stuck. Your demonic mistresses seem happy with themselves. They step up to one another, and kiss each other on the lips before looking to you with a wink.

You pull up on the metal around your wrists, but it's no use. "Why are you doing this if you're not going to kill us?"

The one with white hair crawls up your body. You can't help but look down at her cleavage hanging within the tiny bikini top, so close to your body. She bites her lip, and takes your cheek with one of her hands to look longingly into your eyes.

"He wants you alive," she says. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun first."

Your attention turns to Amara as you hear a whimper escape her lips. The redhead succubus has her by the ankle once again, but this time, things aren't just an innocent massage. She drags her tongue up the back of the elf's slender foot. Amara shudders hard, which is a reaction you didn't expect. Pink flushes her face as she leans back, trying to ignore the sensation that's clearly overtaking her.

"What's happening over there?" your succubus asks. "Is she that into having her foot played with?"

"No," the other replies. "I don't think that's it. There's something more... I think she may have that mutation."

"That's crazy. What elf wouldn't cure that?"

"A real pervert," she says with a grin. Once again she drags her tongue over the elf's foot, causing her to moan out loud this time around.

"What's going on?" you ask.

The succubus on top of you turns your head back to her. "My companion here has a lot of talent with her tongue. So much so that it disrupts the flow of mana in one's body. If this girl really does have that mutation, then every stoke of her tongue... oh my. That must be amazing."

You watch her mouth wrap around Amara's big toe and suck. In response, Amara tilts her head back and whimpers in a **** attempt to not moan, but it's inevitable. She lets a loud one escape as soon as the tongue glides up from her foot, and all the way up her right leg to stop at the knee. Watching it happen is enough to cause a bulge to grow in your pants.