Bliss

Some days later, Penitent and Bliss lay entangled on their couch and were awakened at the same time by voice almost exactly like Penitent's, but terrifying in its implications.

"So this is where you come when you're not with me."

Mischief stood at the entrance to their abode. Her eyes danced over Bliss' body while her mouth formed a crooked smirk.

"And this is why," she said, finishing her thought and nodding towards the half-demon girl.

Bliss leapt up, her reflexive response to maim and kill the threat before her, but Penitent's entwining limbs slowed her long enough to allow a warning to get through.

'Stop, Bliss! You can't kill her fast enough to stop her from telling the Black Prince!' came Penitent's thoughts in her head.

Bliss halted two steps from the couch, and three away from wringing Mischief's neck.

"Yes, I puzzled it out as well. You know what will happen if I am displeased. Who I will tell. And He will not be pleased."

Mischief's succulent body writhed for a brief moment as she thought fleetingly of the Master. Her returned composure took the form of her continuing smirk.

"I do live up to my name sometimes, don't I?"

"What do you want?" Penitent asked, with a slight tremble of fear in her voice.

However, her thoughts in Bliss' head were not so timid.

'She'll demand that we pleasure her. Or maybe just you. Either way, it will be her undoing. Do whatever she says. For now.'

"Why Penny, there's no need to make this unpleasant! I may be able to demand anything you have, but you don't have much to lose anyway."

Her false courtesy faded instantly, and she next spoke much more coldly.

"Bind her hands behind her, Penny. I can see she's dangerous."

"Bind her with what?"

"Don't play dumb with me. I know you have some shackles of some kind around here."

Penitent slowly stood up, and made her way around the couch, stopping to pick up some chains that were indeed nearby. Bliss stared straight ahead impassively as her mother threw two loops of chain about her wrists, then fastened them securely.

"Has your mother taught you well?" asked Mischief, her tail coiling around Bliss' neck.

"Yes."

"She speaks! But not nearly respectfully enough. Yes what?" The tail tightened.

"Yes... Mistress?" Bliss growled.

"Very good!"

Mischief headed to the couch, pulling Bliss along. She sprawled, legs spread, and to keep from being choked, Bliss quickly knelt between her thighs.

"Your skin is quite lovely, dear. Such a rich dark shade. Like the Master Himself!" Mischief ran a hand along Bliss' cheek. Her hand moved from her cheek to her pointed ear, caressing it, and then raked through her white hair, finally grasping the slightly curved horn and pulling Bliss' head towards her dripping pussy. Bliss dutifully stuck out her tongue, laving it over the erect pink clit. The hand left her head and traveled down her neck and shoulders before coming to rest on her ripe breast, where it was soon complemented by Mischief's other hand on the opposite breast. At first, she rolled Bliss' dark nipples between her fingers, but soon after they hardened, she began to cruelly twist and pinch them. Bliss moaned into Mischief's pussy.

"Yes, keep that up! Penny, come here!"

As Penitent stepped towards the couch, Mischief's tail uncoiled from Bliss' neck and moved to hers. Mischief pulled Penitent's face to her left breast. It was leaking again, full of life-energy.

"Suckle."

Penitent did as she was told, and Mischief's head fell back on the couch. Her hips began to buck, but she thought of a better game than simply cumming on Bliss' tongue.

"You too, slut." She pulled Bliss' head up to her other breast.

Bliss took Mischief's almost-familiar nipple between her lips and swirled her tongue around it before drawing deeply of the energy that seemed so eager to rush forth. She opened her mind to Mischief's as she did so, feeling intense arousal and pleasure that was still rising to even greater heights.

Mischief's mind was a dripping, melty mess. Pillars of pride and confidence stood firm in a sea of hazy lust and gloating. Bliss was fascinated at this new mental landscape. Missy was lost in the moment, her entire being focused on her throbbing clit. She wanted it pleasured, but wanted to savor the building pressure for a few moments longer. She could tell it would be explosive, volcanic as the climax let go. It was madness. Agony. Pleasure. A shrill laugh escaped her.

"Yes! Such good sluts!"

Bliss and Penitent suckled, feeling spurts of Mischief's energy fill them. Working together, they brought her right to the razor's edge of the deep plunge into orgasm, using only her nipples; her clit twitched and begged. The slightest touch to that pulsing button would do it.

Or so she thought.

Mischief was proven wrong as Bliss' tail stung her clit with a sharp slap. She screamed, a long piercing shriek giving way to a strangled grunt of astonished frustration.

"No! How? Again!"

Bliss' tail curled and whipped again, drawing out another shriek, another moment of mind-breaking intensity that somehow still did not give release, and Mischief plunged her hands towards her crotch, forgetting the curse of her kind.

Penitent decided to prevent even that pointless attempt; the cruelty of hope would be given to her sometime friend. Her tail coiled around Mischief's wrists.

"More! Slap her again, Bliss!"

Bliss had mostly retreated from Mischief's mind; it was risky to be too closely connected when it snapped. Her tail cracked again. Another shriek. Babbling. The pillars of pride crumbled. A whirlpool of need sucked reason and perception away, perhaps irretrievably.

Snap. Mischief's entire body lurched. She could not form words. Sight, hearing, taste, smell, all her senses failed. Only the need in her clit remained, the pain of the continuing slaps just barely enough to overwhelm the pleasure and keep orgasm and relief out of reach.

Penitent released her. One hand clawed at her clit, the other plunging into her sopping hole. Frantically, Mischief mauled her own body, unable to cum, unable to stop, the last shred of sanity draining from her utterly broken pussy.

"Stop! She's trapped. We did it!"

Missy gave one last tortured wail before succumbing fully, but the last coherent thought she managed was the only one that could change her fate:

"MASTER!"