“When bonding a feral for the first time, the mark of a good Succubus is how quickly they tucker out the maiden, how harmless they leave her, all loose, wet, and helpless for their human.” Kiara whispered the words into Rick’s ear, one hand tracing an electrifying line down his back. “A great Succubus doesn’t need to drain the feral.”

  The room was bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, the sunlight streamed from outside, adding another layer of toastiness. A dark brown fur rug sprawled beneath the three of them, its softness inviting like a blanket. The rich scent of burning wood mingled with the sweet aroma of ripe fruit from the bowl that remained within Lise’s reach, the juices of the fruit staining her naked throat.

  Lise, the Salalexis, stood close, looking up to him albeit uncomfortably due to the forward bend of her posture. Now that she was fully relaxed, and after a good scrub, her pale green scales glimmered. The maiden was lithe, thin enough her tail made up nearly a third of her mass, a long, prehensile limb with thicker scales that was currently wrapped around his ankle. The maiden’s slit pupils regarded Rick, not meeting his gaze but rather marveling at his scarred chest, curiosity and guarded vulnerability as she explored him.

  Next to them sat Kiara. The Succubus had opted to go naked save a set of wooden heels and a slathering of tribal-looking purple war-paints. Paint that carried the scent of berries, tracing roads up and around her large breasts, carefully laid down to draw attention to their perky form.

  “Now let’s get this off of you.” Her hands found their way under his shirt, gently teasing their way up, pulling the cloth along the way and exposing his chest to the warm air.

  Lise’s eyes lingered on the scars as she slowly sat up, eyeing Kiara for a moment before locking in on Rick. The maiden reached out, clawed fingers tracing the jagged worn lines criss-crossing his skin. Her exploration of his skin slowed as Kiara took the Salalexis’ hand and pressed a digit slightly deeper.

  A hiss escaped Rick at the sting, a single drop of blood sprouting.

  The feralborn maiden pulled her hand away as if burned, staring at the wound, then at Kiara. But the shock shifted to concern, and she leaned forward, licking away at the wound, tail snaking around the two of them as she grasped him protectively.

  “Now lay back.” Kiara instructed, kissing his neck and shoulder, guiding him down to the rug.

  Slightly annoyed at him moving away like that, Lise followed along, straddling his hips as she shifted to continue the inspection of his scars. This time far more delicately than before, using the back of her hand, the scales tracing cool lines as the maiden seemed intent on committing every scar to memory. The color of her face took a redder tone when Kiara began to carefully stroke at the base of the tail.

  Silently, the Succubus took Rick’s hand and pulled it up so his palm would rest comfortable against Lise’s flank. The Salalexis was thin, her time as a feral most likely marked by going to sleep hungry more often than not. His fingers traced the grooves of her ribs, tickling her as they carefully circled around her torso, avoiding her chest.

  “Even if it looks like skin, she’s feralborn; everything is scales.” The Succubus scolded. “Put more pressure into it.”

  He obliged, earning a happy hiss out of Lise as she shivered on top, tail lashing side by side, eyes full of passion. The maiden’s touches lost some of their own carefulness, humping his hips once but pausing as she looked down at herself, slightly confused. Every now and then her naked crotch would grind against his pants, and the maiden would shudder. There was a mix of confusion and eagerness within her, unsure what was happening but enjoying the moment all the same.

  “This one doesn’t know what comes next.” Kiara cooed, finger tracing a line all the way down to the hem of his pants. “Poor thing’s going to get all pent… up…” She flicked a sharp nail against Lise’s nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from the Salalexis.

  The air thickened with a persistent, growing heat. Kiara reached over to the bowl of fruit, selecting a plump, juicy berry. She held it to Lise's lips, and the maiden’s forked tongue shot out to yank it into her sharp-fanged mouth. Eagerly she chewed.

  "Good girl," Kiara whispered, rewarding Lise's tender touches.

  The Salalexis’ eyes returned to Rick's, her gaze filled with a mix of yearning and uncertainty. Kiara guided her hand, helping her understand the gentle pressure and rhythm. With each soft caress, Lise's confidence grew, but so did her curiosity. Kiara continued to offer her pieces of fruit, each one a silent encouragement that coaxed Lise into being tender and attentive.

  Things shifted when Kiara lowered a strawberry, slathering the juice against his chest. Lise, eager for the treat, leaned forward, her thin slippery tongue tracing lines over his skin and drawing a sharp gasp. Rick’s face felt hotter, and the Salalexis paused, looking at him for a moment.

  Then, slowly, she licked again, this time where there was no juice to be had. It tickled a little, enough of a reaction from him he shuddered.

  “What a little minx this one is.” Kiara cooed out, stroking the back of Lise’s head as the reptile-girl grinned, assaulting every inch of Rick’s chest in search of louder sounds from him. “Quick learner too.”

  “Don’t you dare have her-”

  “That mouth full of very sharp teeth is not going anywhere near there, Rick.” She scoffed. “What do you take me for?” There was a light tease in her voice as she smiled, her mouth now full of rows upon rows of serrated teeth.

  The disapproving tone gave Lise pause, her tongue stretched out and around one of Rick’s nipples as she eyed both of them tentatively. With a loud slurp she leaned closer to him and slowly continued where she’d left off. Once certain neither of them was trying to stop her, she eagerly got back to it.

  “You know, for her, this is a new and exciting form of grooming, a playful kind.” The Succubus teased, caressing Lise’s tail and drawing shudders from her. “Judging by her emotions, she’s not been in any kind of social group in a very long while.”

  “Are you… trying to make this weird?” He complained.

  “It’s just idle talk, Rick. Why do you ask? Are you in a mood?” She teased, clawed finger drawing lines against his jawline. “Or are you, perhaps, jealous she’s getting all my attention? Is that what you want?”

  Gritting his teeth to suppress a shudder, he let out a long breath to relax himself. “You’ve got the reins on this, I trust you,” he said earnestly.

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  Kiara twitched, a single minute tilt of her head that made her hesitate, and for a fraction of a second, Rick could’ve sworn he’d seen a touch of red upon her cheeks. And yet, if it existed at all, it was gone so fast he could never be truly certain.

  “Let’s move this along.” She spoke smoothly, softly, in perfect control and not betraying a single emotion other than smugness.

  Coaxing Lise to raise her hips a little, Kiara shimmied the front of Rick’s pants off. The sudden contact made both maiden and human gasp, the Salalexis looking down and then up at him. The confusion turned to a moan when the Succubus urged her hips to grind against his hardness.

  Confusion quickly washed away as Lise began to move more eagerly, tail tightening on his leg as her hands gripped Rick’s shoulders for support. “Haaaaaahhhh.” She hissed, shuddering, twisting her hips, coating his hardness with her juices, rubbing up and down, gasping and breathing harder, a fierce blush spreading over her features.

  “Oh… fuck.” He groaned in turn, and his voice seemed to drive Lise further, the fog of lust pierced with an odd determination as her mouth returned to his chest. With every passing moment she was working herself harder against him, the grip of her tail growing tighter, her claws pinching into his skin.

  Kiara kept a watchful eye, her hand resting gently on Lise's back. Whenever the Salalexis's enthusiasm became a bit too eager—her grip tightening or her motions growing more forceful—Kiara would softly stroke the base of her tail, tugging her away just enough to bring a semblance of coherence back to the maiden. "Easy now," she murmured soothingly, her voice a gentle anchor. "We don't want you to hurt him."

  Though she didn’t understand the words, the meaning behind them were apparent enough. Lise would groan, half in complaint, half in focus, and slow down. She’d pull her claws away and lick at his shoulders as if in apology. Yet the humping wouldn’t stop, not truly, and her arousal kept pouring through, coating his member as well as his groin. The rhythm would pick back up, and the reptile-girl would slowly begin losing herself to the sensation once more.

  “Get ready.” Kiara whispered into Rick’s ear. “Salalexis use water elemental energy.” She chuckled devilishly. “Plenty of lubrication.”

  Whether it was an attempt at a joke or serious, Rick was too lost in sensation to care. He was focused instead in searching the nubile maiden’s body, caressing the athletic, lean physique, playing with the tender skin around her nipples.

  But a moment of clarity came when Kiara’s hand reached down between them, changing the angle just enough.

  The next time Lise ground against him, she instead plunged his cock within herself.

  It was if she’d been struck by lightning. The Salalexis went rigid, her wet needy insides gripping Rick with impossible tightness. A gush of fluids followed a scream, her tail shooting upwards stiff as stone, eyes wide, whole body going rigid with her mouth open yet no sound coming out. The orgasm was like a tsunami, crashing hard through the bond, pushing Rick over the edge instantly.

  That was when Lise twitched, whimpering, moaning, gasping, and curling closer into his chest while her tail lashed wildly in the air.

  Rick’s fog was quickly dispelled when he heard a whip-crack, and saw the nearby table had been split in two.

  “I liked that.” Kiara sighed in complaint, though her eyes were full of amusement, watching them both as Lise was still trembling in the aftershocks of their shared orgasm. Gently, tenderly, she pulled Lise’s face up to look into her eyes, stealing a kiss the reptile leaned into eagerly.

  With another shudder, Lise raised her hips and plunged them back down.

  His overly stimulated cock sent shivers up Rick’s spine, he groaned and gripped at his lover’s thighs. It was all the affirmation Lise needed, as she began to ride him again with soft gentle gasps punctuating every thrust.

  After a minute and once Rick had recovered his breath, the Salalexis began to move more confidently, fluidly. There was a grace to the grind and hump of her hips, a sway to her tail, and a rhythm to the way her insides tightened. Lise’s eyes locked on his face, taking in every groan and every twitch. She adjusted her position and the way she moved to draw more out of him. The eager hunger in her gaze practically begged for him to come again.

  Yet Kiara did not remain a passive observer, as she would quietly and expertly guide Lise. The Succubus’ hand on the maiden’s tail kept her from pushing too roughly. Her fingers pinched away claws before they could sink into Rick’s flesh. Her hands would coax the reptile away whenever she tried to lean in to kiss as well. It was a quiet battle with the Salalexis, as every time the young one tried to push herself into a frenzy, the Succubus would ease her out of it and into a more controlled pace.

  That is, until Rick began approaching his limit again.

  “There we go.” Kiara whispered encouragingly. “Just a little further…” Gold eyes twinkled in amusement, watching Rick with a cocky smirk. “Just a little tighter…”

  Rather than fully let go, he reached out to her, pulling her by her horn and into a kiss. There was no shock in her response, yet Kiara’s large breasts pressed against his chest as she eagerly returned the gesture. Her free hand reaching down between the two lovers, fingers sending a tingling sensation that caused Lise to cry out and orgasm.

  A lightning-bolt ran up Rick’s spine and he joined her as well.

  His lips remained sealed with Kiara’s, hungrily wrestling her tongue and lips as she returned it in kind.

  They both pulled away, gasping for air.

  And with a groan, Lise collapsed into Rick’s chest, wordlessly and happily hugging him closer.

  “That… was fun.” He spoke between gasps, fingers loosening their grip on the Succubus’ horn, though Kiara remained pressed on his side.

  There was a twinkle in her eye, something hidden deep within the golden irises as she very gently pushed the limp Lise off of him. The Salalexis didn’t mind, slumping onto the rug, curling into herself in front of the fire, her tail wrapped around Rick’s ankle as she closed her eyes with a sigh of contentment.

  “Who said we’re finished?” She proclaimed, replacing the reptilian maiden on his lap, reaching up to comb his hair through her fingers. “This is meant to be your aftercare, not hers.” A hand reached up and caressed the grip with which he was holding her horn, and she squeezed, pulling her own head closer for another kiss.

  This kiss was tender, soft, a hunger lying within yet patient like a smoldering ember.

  Plump lips parted as she stopped, drawing in breath to speak, yet stopping herself short.

  There was a moment of hesitation, followed by a scoff as she closed her mouth again.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” She replied a little too quickly. “Now, let’s get you nice and comfortable for round three.”

  Rick chuckled. “How many rounds are there going to be?”

  A devious smirk appeared on her lips. “I’d take it as a personal insult if you were left able to walk your way back.”

  “Speaking of,” he said as he could only relax further into the rug, feeling Lise’s supreme comfort permeating through the bond like the world’s fluffiest and toastiest blanket. “I’d like you to be my second in command, once the opportunity arises. For the political stuff, I mean.”

  “Not the green bitch?” Kiara’s tone was a half-joke, though her eyes were looking him over carefully. “Even I’ll have to admit she’s more dangerous in this regard than I am.”

  “She’s not part of the team.” He chided. “And I don’t trust her.”

  “Oh, and I am part of the team?” She rolled her eyes.

  “Yes.” The answer was as honest and direct as it was immediate. He looked into her eyes with every ounce of seriousness he could muster. “You are.”

  For a moment Kiara gave him a deadpan look, then, as if trying to confirm something, she tugged at his arm, which in turn tugged at her horn, tugging her head. “Hm.” She made a pensive sound. “No, no, I’m a Succubus, you definitely shouldn’t be saying that. In fact, I’m sure a bitch like me will betray you, first time she-”

  Rick pulled her closer, another kiss, forcefully cutting her words off, pushing up and to the side to roll them both over, pinning her to the ground. Which, apparently, was exactly where she wanted him, legs firmly locking his hips into place, arms wrapped around his neck, lips hungrily assaulting his own.

  The Succubus would not give him room to utter another word for the remainder of the day.

  Not that he would complain about it.

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