Bliss woke at the same time as Durzai's dream ended. She believed that it had been a dream, not real in the strictest sense, but the exchange of words and caresses had been experienced by both of them. Her actions had seemed a bit strange to her; it had been more instinctual than logical for her to do what she did.
On the other hand, after she reasoned out the results of such actions, she realized that they made sense. Durzai would bring her to his dreams once again, and she could give him the knowledge to summon her to the mortal plane. She had seen in his mind that he would be a powerful ally against Ailztirea.
The knowledge that she needed to give Durzai was not something she had yet acquired herself, however. Penitent would have to help her.
"Mother, there may be a way out of Hell for me after all."
The succubus roused herself at the sound of Bliss' voice. She had been dreaming of sex, of course, and perhaps her connection with Bliss had been affected by it. The words registered, but her mind was back where it had been when she first seduced Bliss to curb her anger and inadvertently awakened her mind-reading powers.
"Think with your head, not your cunt. We need to talk."
Penitent's smile did not indicate that she had any intention of talking, or that she had even heard. Halfway across the room, she stopped her approach as Bliss used her telepathy to send her a vision of the dream she had just shared with Durzai. Bliss sent it as strongly and quickly as she could, stunning Penitent for a few moments as she assimilated what now seemed like memories to her.
"Th-that's... dangerous," she stammered. "And hot."
The succubus' arousal was obvious as she continued her walk towards Bliss; even without the her scent spreading through their abode, she seemed to move as if her groin itched, and it did, in a way. She wanted to be touched so badly it caused discomfort, and it couldn't come from her own hand.
"Mother, I can read your thoughts, now. Don't try that."
Bliss never understood how Penny could reach the state of raw animal lust so quickly and so often, but she was nearly insensible again. She could tell from the thoughts emanating from her mother that she was not prepared for any useful conversation.
"A single orgasm, then. Then we talk."
Pentitent got on her knees a pace from where Bliss stood, earning her name once again. Bliss' tail lashed out, the spade-shaped tip striking Penitent like a slap.
"Do you think I want this?" Bliss growled.
Her tail lashed out again, doing a quick figure-eight and slapping both cheeks in rapid succession.
"Yes, abuse me..." Penitent whispered.
"I know what you want," Bliss replied. She used her tail like a riding crop, moving down to the succubus' torso, striking the upper sides of both breasts, then the tender undersides. Moving closer, Bliss planted a rough kiss on Penitent's lips, using the closer range to curl her tail all the way around to strike at her mother's taut buttocks. She began questioning her demon mother, using her telepathy to get her answers. Whatever Penitent wanted, Bliss gave just short of it, whatever she didn't want, she pushed just beyond. The sex-demon was reaching her limits, her arousal being teased and pushed to greater and greater heights, her affinity for abuse being pushed a little too far. Bliss twisted her nipples a little too hard, fingered her pussy not quite long enough, slapped her a little too hard, ended her kiss a little too early. The teasing was bringing on the succubus' curse, that level of lust that could break any creature, could leave them unable to ever reach climax, to be locked in a state of want and need.
However, Bliss knew exactly where that line was. As it approached, she pinned Pentitent's wrists and stopped pleasuring her, except for her tongue lightly stroking the demoness' throat. Slowly, she released her grip on one of Penitent's hands, which dove immediately to her burning groin. At this stage of the curse, every touch of her own hands was like fire to Penitent, but she was so lost in lust that she kept trying to stroke herself to climax.
Soon the damage would be irreversible, and Penitent would never reach orgasm, never do anything but try to pointlessly pleasure herself. Just as that moment came, Bliss plunged her hand into the succubus' hole, filling its greedy depth with four fingers, then squeezing in past the palm. Penitent's hips bucked and jerked, bringing her off instantaneously, an orgasm that may have been twenty small peaks of pleasure, or one long continuous ordeal. Bliss opened her mind fully, sharing in the pleasure that her mother felt, but not the pain and frustration that had built up to it. She also shared the feel of her fist being squeezed by the rhythmic pulses, and Penitent kept on having more and more muscular contractions until all the tension was gone. Eventually, she simply lay there and shivered.
"Now, can we talk?"
At first, Bliss didn't think Penitent would answer. She knew that as dangerous as that had been, Penitent had enjoyed it and would take that risk again.
"Yes. I may be satisfied for days from that." Bliss felt the fear that emanated from Penitent's mind at what they had just done, and felt the shiver that accompanied it through her embedded fist.
The she-demon was quiet a little longer, then added:
"If you do that to Mischief, we could trust her. Any succubus would gladly do anything for the promise of more pleasure like that. Nothing that she could gain by revealing you would be worth losing that."
Bliss' eyes narrowed, and she checked Penny's mind again. It seemed from what she could read that Penitent would still try to help her escape from Hell, but she would be even sorrier to see her go now.
"Where will you get such pleasure when I am gone, mother?"
