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Couldn’t she?

No. we’re here for Vera.

Running a hand through my hair, I tug, pulling the insanity from me... If only it were that simple. When I peer back at where Dulce was once seated, she’s gone, but the two playing are still there.

The one underneath writhes as the one in leather above rides their partner’s face. It makes me think of Vera and the exact thing I want her to do to me.

Once more, I shake my head and head toward the door, hoping for clarity. Maybe I need to approach Dulce with honesty?

Tell her I need to help my queen find love...

Chapter Eight

Dulce

Me Quiero Ir – Lusillón

I lean back as they move in front of me. My body swelters as goosebumps and sweat lick my skin. All the while my eyes wander across two women, beautiful as ever, moving slowly in the center of the room in front of me. They invited me to sit in on their scene.

Cecilia and Loz. Cece, as she called herself, is an Elae. They live in a place called Solera, where there’s sun all year round. Her eyes are orange, bright like the end of a burning candle. She has an almost seaweed-like layer of skin on top of her body. It covers her arms, legs, and almost appears like an extension of her, but bright red against her soft orange skin.

Whereas Loz is a Succubus, hot pink, with horns atop her head. They’re short and pointed, like she filed them that way to appear more menacing. Her eyes glow as if there’s a pink fire burning behind them, and she has a tail. It’s long and red, with a barbed end. I’ve heard Succubi use their tails as if they’re extensions of their sexes. That their tails have tons of sensors for them to use for their partners and their own pleasure.

The leathery outfit Loz sports reminds me of a glove. It’s almost suctioned to her skin, showing every curve and dip. Her heels are tall and pointy, black with little bats on them, and there’s a part of me that wants to have her step on me to see how it feels to exist beneath a queen.

Undressed, Cece whimpers as Loz wears only a corseted top and fishnets, holding Cece’s collar. From the waist down, Loz’s bare and hovering over her playmate.

“Please, Mistress,” Cece cries as Loz waits for the perfect moment. Her pussy hovers so close to Cece’s mouth, the biggest tease for a starving person. And the naughty bottom flicks her tongue out, risking a taste.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Loz tsks, her eyebrows narrowing in disappointment. “My little doe will wait to be fed.” Loz reaches back between Cece’s spread legs and slaps her clit.

Arching upward, Cece cries out, but the wobble to her lip isn’t the only thing quivering. Her entire body shudders as slick leaks from between her thighs, and her Mistress smiles with pride.

“I’ll be good. Please. I’m so hungry, Lozzy,” she begs, and the way her needy voice is merely breaths and sighs tells me how much she’s enjoying this.

“It’s Mistress, doe. Don’t make me punish you.”

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