Ayla's muffled whimpers grew more desperate as Mira deliberately ignored her, focusing entirely on the women beneath her touch. Her eyes—pleading, burning with need—remained locked on Mira's face, but the Blackthorn heiress merely smirked and turned away.
"Mmmph!" Ayla strained against her bonds, her thighs slick with arousal, her body trembling from neglect.
Mira's fingers curled deeper into Onyx's dripping cunt, drawing out a broken cry as she hit that sweet spot inside her.
Onyx's back arched off the bed, her legs shaking violently as Mira worked her toward another brutal climax.
"Come for me, Onyx," Mira commanded, her voice low and husky. "Let me feel you shatter."
Onyx obeyed instantly, her body convulsing as she came with a scream, her inner walls clamping around Mira's fingers in rhythmic pulses.
Mira didn't slow, didn't relent—she kept fucking Onyx through her orgasm, watching with dark satisfaction as tears spilled down the raven-haired woman's cheeks.
Meanwhile, her other hand worked Luna's pussy with merciless precision, her fingers pumping in and out at a punishing pace.
Luna gasped, her head falling back against Mira's shoulder as pleasure overwhelmed her.
"F-Fuck—Mistress, I'm—ahh!—I'm close—!"
Mira chuckled, withdrawing her slick fingers from Onyx's quivering cunt and bringing them to Luna's lips. "Open," she ordered.
Luna obeyed instantly, her tongue darting out to lick the sticky arousal from Mira's fingers. Mira shoved them deep into her mouth, watching with amusement as Luna sucked them clean, her moans vibrating against Mira's skin.
"Good girl," Mira murmured, her other hand still working Luna's clit in tight circles. "Now come for me."
Luna's climax hit her like a tidal wave, her back arching violently as she cried out around Mira's fingers. Her thighs clamped around Mira's wrist, her body trembling as pleasure consumed her.
Through it all, Ayla watched, her own arousal a maddening, unrelenting ache.
The sight of Mira's fingers—glistening with Onyx's wetness—being shoved into Luna's mouth made her whimper behind the gag. She was dripping, her thighs slick with need, her mind reduced to a single, desperate thought—
Touch me. Please. Please.
But Mira merely leaned back, spreading her legs wider for Ruby, who was still lapping eagerly at her core. "Faster," Mira ordered, her voice thick with pleasure.
Ruby obeyed immediately, her tongue flicking against Mira's clit with renewed fervor. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, each one sending fresh waves of torment through Ayla.
Mira's crimson gaze flicked to Ayla, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Poor, desperate Ayla," she mused, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"Watching everyone else get what they want… while you remain untouched."
Ayla's muffled sob was lost beneath Luna's moans and Ruby's eager licks. Tears spilled down her cheeks, her legs clamped together trying to ease the heat between her legs. Discover more novels at NoveI★Fire.net
Mira laughed—a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down Ayla's spine.
"Maybe," she purred, "if you beg prettier… I'll consider it."
But she made no move to release Ayla. Not yet.
First, she would make her suffer.
Mira stretched luxuriously, her naked body glistening with sweat in the candlelight as Ruby's tongue continued its relentless assault between her thighs. She couldn't stand - not with Ruby's talented mouth working her core - but she didn't need to. A flick of her fingers sent a pulse of magic through the room.
The gag around Ayla's mouth dissolved into shimmering particles that scattered like fireflies. Another subtle gesture and the ropes binding Ayla's wrists to the ceiling untied themselves with supernatural precision, though the brunette's arms remained suspended in their former position - now held by invisible bonds rather than physical ones.
"Look at her," Mira murmured between breathy moans, her fingers tangling in Ruby's fiery hair as she ground against the redhead's face. "So desperate it's pathetic." The wanton noises Ruby drew from her made Ayla's suspended body twitch with need.
Ayla gasped as the magical restraints allowed her to finally speak, though her arms remained spread-eagled in midair. "Please, Mistress, I—"
Mira's eyes gleamed as another wave of pleasure from Ruby's tongue made her shudder. "Ah-ah," she panted, using her powers to float a single finger that pressed against Ayla's swollen lips. "On your knees first."
The magical bonds shifted, forcing Ayla downward until her knees hit the floor with a thud, her arms still stretched unnaturally above her. The display of Mira's power - pleasuring herself while effortlessly controlling Ayla's position - made the brunette whimper.
"I beg you, Mistress," Ayla whispered, her voice rough from disuse. She strained against the invisible restraints. "Your worthless slave needs your touch."
Mira's magic lifted Ayla's chin with an unseen force. "Better." Her toes, guided by tendrils of energy, traced Ayla's lips. "Clean me."
As Ruby continued her ministrations between Mira's thighs, Ayla's tongue darted out obediently, licking the salt from Mira's skin. The humiliation burned almost as much as the arousal - being magically compelled while watching Ruby pleasure their mistress.
With a gasp, Mira suddenly pulled away, her powers leaving Ayla panting on her knees. "But I wonder..." She used her magic to drag Ayla closer by her hair, the invisible bonds maintaining their hold. "Are you truly sorry?" Her magically-enhanced nails scraped down Ayla's stomach without Mira needing to move from Ruby's mouth. "Or do you just want to come?"
"Both," Ayla admitted shamelessly, her body arching toward Mira's phantom touch.
Mira's dark laugh was punctuated by a moan as Ruby's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. "At least you're honest." With another flick of power, she sent pulses of energy through Ayla's core, making the bound woman jerk violently.
"Yours!" Ayla screamed as the magical stimulation continued. "Your plaything! Your—ah!—fuck!"
The other women watched in awe as their mistress maintained perfect control - being pleasured by Ruby while magically tormenting Ayla, her powers working in tandem with her physical enjoyment.
"Exactly," Mira purred between gasps. Her magic formed invisible fingers that plunged into Ayla while real fingers tightened in Ruby's hair. "And what do toys deserve?"
"Whatever their mistress pleases," Ayla sobbed, her body convulsing from the supernatural stimulation.
The room filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy - Ruby's muffled moans against Mira's core, Ayla's desperate cries as she was brought to the edge by magic alone, and Mira's triumphant laughter as she orchestrated it all without ever leaving Ruby's devoted mouth.