Two Topless Tieflings

“Press them together. In fact, press yourselves together. I want to see you whores making purple.”

The girls glance at each other, Zeya giving Lavorra a small, sympathetic smile. She knows she’s landed herself in this, and the only way out now is to do as she’s told.

Each of the soldiers have dropped or opened their trousers now, four hard thick Daemon cocks throbbing in the air before their faces. Lavorra hears Zeya’s breath catch at the same time that her own does, and feels a little better for knowing that she, too, is experiencing confused reactions to the row of members.

Reluctantly, she cups her full, wobbling breasts, raising them up against Zeya’s, Red and blue flesh pressing tight together. They are very nearly the same size, both full and round; she bites back a soft murmur as she feels Zeya’s warm flesh against hers, shuffling in closer to her, their thighs touching as they kneel before the soldiers.

Zhalk and Kurn sit before them now, the other two stood to either side of the girls - a hierarchy seems to have formed here. Zeya leans forward, taking Kurn in both hands, her nose wrinkling a little, before she composes herself, and looks up at him with large doe eyes. Her wrists twist as she pumps him, sliding over his veined length.

Lavorra steels herself, and leans forward, letting Zhalk’s cock rest against her tits. She gasps at the heat of him, combined with the cool metal of his piercings, and parts her expansive blue breasts, wrapping them around his shaft. It’s not the first time she’s pleasured a man this way - a girl isn’t built like her without being lusted after and lusted for her assests - but the circumstances here are different. Beside her, Zeya drops a wad of spit onto Kurn’s member, and fastens her own tits around him, starting to bounce her upper body as she pumps him.

Lavorra flinches as Zhalk grasps her, clawed hands digging into her sensitive tits, pinching her erect nipples. He gropes her roughly, thrusting up at the same time. “Spit.” He commands, his hand moving to her horns again. With another rush of **** arousal for the man-handling, she obeys, letting a line of drool lubricate his cock, keeping her tits tight for him, as he thrusts into the warm nest of her cleavage.

The other two step closer, cocks in hand, stroking themselves as they watch Lavorra and Zeya take their comrades between their tits. Lavorra catches herself glancing at Zeya, who keeps Kurn appeased with her efforts, and glassy eye-contact. As Zhalk thrusts, rutting with her breasts, Lavorra feels a tingle in her thighs, aroused against her will by the sensation of servicing their captors alongside Zeya. She looks back up into Zhalk’s ink-black eyes, and he caresses her cheek, prodding her with a sharp nail, but not enough to break the skin. “You like watching you devil-sister do what she was made for, don’t you?”

“Yuh - yes.” Lavorra murmurs, and his thumb slides into her mouth, probing. She latches onto it, sucking, eyes - she wonders if they are still green - on his.

I’m doing this to help Zeya. I’m doing this to keep them from harming us. I’m doing this to appease him.

She bobs her head, sucking on his fingers, which replace his thumb, sliding into her warm wet mouth. He chokes on them, eyes watering and her grip on her tits slackening for a moment. She lands a slap for her trouble, cheek stinging, and redoubles her efforts, replacing his thrusts by rolling her boobs against his meat, his piercings running against her sternum. She spits again, not wanting to risk another slap, leaning over his lap as she fucks his cock with the meat of her chest.

The fourth, unnamed Daemon’s cock bumps against her cheek, rubbing as he pumps himself furiously. She glances to her left, and sees that Zeya is now on her knees between the other two, hands around their members, her curly black hair gripped in cruel fists as Kurn forces her mouth to the base of his cock, his mottled orange balls slapping her slickened chin. Her muffled whimpers and grunts fill Lavorra’s ears.

“Eyes. Here.” Zhalk groans, dragging her back by the horn, “so you can -“

He lets out a breathy roar, his cock pulsing between her breasts, catching her off guard as he cums without warning. Lavorra yelps, just about having time to shut her eyes, as her face is painted with rope after rope of foul-smelling Daemon-seed. It decorates her from forehead to chin, running down to splash into her still-fastened cleavage.

At least it wasn’t inside me. At least it wasn’t inside me.

She doesn’t have much time to celebrate before the other Daemon yanks her away from Zhalk by the hair, pressing her face into his musky, reeking balls. Her eyes water, his sack pressed tight against her lips, and she whimpers in unison with Zeya as behind her, her new friend chokes and splutters on Kurn’s erupting load.