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Rissa wails in bliss, writhing and clenching just like an imp would as the two cocks and tail take her holes without foreplay. "Good..." She whines, tongue hanging from her mouth as she urges them to start fucking her.

"Serious as I've ever been." Shauna states. "It's natural, hun. No need for the eyes, nothing lewd about it. Just getting a little full up and in need of a good milking. Is that a yes or a no?" Ethel's tail swishes excitedly behind her. "Yes!" She blurts out, before turning bashful. "If that's...

"If you wouldn't.... mind." Rissa groans, looking a bit shy as she stumbles over to join the three imps.

Still gasping to catch his breath, Rod put a hand to his neck and felt the collar. "What? O-oh no..." He muttered in sudden dreadful realization. "Your queen? I want to be my own queen." From there, he hung his head, still blushing crimson from the rough fuck and as the slime's words set it...

Rissa is panting heavily as well, still furiously fingering herself as a look of pretend shock takes her face. "S-So-rry!" She impishly squeals. "Couldn't stop my moaning after watching you three! So... close to... getting off." Rissa says with a slavering whine.

With a silent grumble, Dahlia screws up her face and crawls over to face the bull. Her hands are quick to yank away his shorts, or whatever's easiest, so that she can get this over with.

Just teasin' you, pal.

Honored to be here, but who're you calling mate, bud? :P

The pretty little female piques her interest the most. She ducks back behind cover, shedding her smoke form to disguise herself as a beautifully buxom, purple haired female imp. Moving so that she's a little bit ajar of the rock and not as well hidden, she plunges two fingers into her own wet...

On the topic of smoke, Rissa's back in her illusive Djinnic form in an instant, moving in on the rising pillar as quick as she can til she's behind the rock. From there, she turns invisible, lips curling into a grin at the discovered curiosity. She holds her breath out of nervous habit, poking...

She switches back to her demon form, suddenly liking the idea of a lazy stroll through the barren lands as she crosses her arms behind her back. Above all else, she has her eye on any imps to be found, but if there are any hot water springs cool enough for her not to boil in, she wouldn't mind...

Sitting cozily at the foot of her bed, Rissa dons her signature hat, uncrosses her legs, and finally rises. Her apartment's been drearily lonely ever since her brother moved out, and though the city is cursed with the same hellish heat in the air as always, a hopeful smirk announces her will to...

Hey guys! Looks like I'm joining the legendary fuckfest here, too! Name: Rissa Rook Mayfair Demon Type: Djinn Appearance: At 5 foot 7, Rissa's not the tallest in all of Sin City, but frankly, as part of preserving her sweet demeanor, that's just how she likes it. Her cherubic face is...

Shauna's still smiling evilly, bearing down on Codi with her stare, before laying off with a hearty chuckle. Ethel's suppressing a giggle in her bed, and Jasmine swears she can hear a snort of laughter from Maynard. "That it does, Jassy, but who am I to keep a boy from his rest? Speaking of...

Codi's quick to close his legs, laying down to rest, and to hide the sure spark of arousal Shauna's touch incited in him. "Hmph. Well that's over. Goodnight!" He quickly says, burying himself in straw and throwing the blanket up over his head. "Though, you must have taken it like a real pro...

Codi pales, backing off and settling into his bed. Though fidgety and shy about it, he finally hangs his head in defeat as he realizes it's the only thing to do. "No more beating around the bush?" He murmurs, and Shauna nods. "Yes, hun. I've got to take a look. If nothing else, a motherly touch...

A look over her shoulder shows Maynard watching them all, his eyes welling up with tears as well, before he sharply turns his head the other way. Ethel eases up first, scanning Jasmine and Codi's faces to make sure they're really okay, and finally, after Codi wipes his eyes and settles down...

Shauna's patting both of them on their backs, squeezing them tight in a warm, motherly hug as she rocks them gently back and forth. Ethel, a bit teary eyed, joins as well, her skinnier frame pressed up against Jasmine's back, while Codi just buries his face in the warm crook of her neck. With...

Maynard still stares at the ceiling, frowning sadly with the story, but offering no words. The soft, dainty hands of Ethel tentatively work to massage her shoulders, while Shauna looks about ready to put a hole in the wall. "Petty bastard of a queen! Pulling people out of their own lives just...

Ethel gives her an empathetic look, not understanding the situation, but hoping to lend her support nonetheless. She takes the bed to Jasmine's right, between her and Maynard. Meanwhile, from the strain in his voice, Codi's face is probably beet red about now. "I... guess a tender touch...