Before I knew it, I found myself in the weird throne room again. Memories of my first time coming here, when I had been led away to be tortured flashed back. I tried to shake them away. For my own sanity, I had to hope that wasn't happening again. I looked back. Amaya was gone. When had she left?

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" Mistress's voice called from across the room. I tried to reply, but couldn't. I was breathing too quickly. I took a deep breath. Calm down. It's okay. 

"No, mistress." 

I walked forward, head bowed subserviently. The floor was waxed marble, perfectly smooth, yet I felt my ankle give out beneath me. With yelp, I started to topple to the side, arms waving frantically. Just before I hit the table, my eyes squeezed shut. But there was no impact. A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me upright and steadied me, letting take time to rebalance on the ludicrous heels I was wearing. 

I opened my eyes. 

Mistress's breasts stood inches from my face. They were covered by velvety red silk that blended seamlessly with her skin. They weren't as large as Cinila's, but they had a certain appeal to them that you just didn't find in a natural set off boobs. They were, simply put, perfect. Not too large, but not too small. They were round like no others, and had the same shape and rested at the same level (because yes, many boobs aren't identical). 

"Enjoying the view?" Mistress asked, humor lacing her voice.

I blushed. With great effort, I tore my eyes away from her breasts to look at her amused face. I'm pretty sure that her body had some sort of magical aspect that captivated the eyes. Or I was just getting horny. 

"I-it's nice," I mumbled, my voice barely even carrying halfway across the empty room. 

Mistress laughed, the sound like the twinkling of wine glasses. It was beautiful.

"Well don't you know how to make a girl feel good about herself," she purred. The succubus ran her hands up her body until the cupped her breasts. She gave them a little squeeze that almost made them pop out. I was a little disappointed they didn't. 

Mistress's eyes glanced downward at the source of my sudden loss of balance. Then she looked up, taking in the rest of my outfit.

"Tsk, of course Amaya would do that," Mistress said. "Those really aren't your colors, though. Let's take this off."

I looked at her, eyes wide. Mistress looked at me with an expectant look. "Well? Turn around."

Naturally, I did as she said. I don't know why I expected any better of her. 

Mistress's nimble fingers undid the crimson laces of Amaya's corset. The rigid leather fell to my feet and my breasts breathed a sigh of relief.

Warm hands caressed my skin from behind, nails leaving gentle tingles in their wake.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this sight," Mistress growled. One hand slid upward to tease my nipple, while the other crawled ever so slowly down to my nether regions. My moans came easy, as I had gotten used to not fighting them anymore. 

Mistress nestled her head in the crook of my neck and sniffed. "You have such a unique smell, did you know that? I don't think I've met anything that smells like you." Her pillowy lips pressed against my neck, softening the not-so-gentle love bite that came after. 

My breath caught in my throat. I pressed my hips back against her silk-covered groin. Her hands gripped my hips, her claws pressing into my sensitive flesh, and spun me in a 180. The alluring succubus caught my waist with her hands her her lips caught mine.

The taste of Mistress's lips was hard to describe. It was less of a taste and more of a feeling. A desire that burned beneath the red. It was intoxicating. I wanted more. 

Her hands pushed my against the table. The chill of the table seeped through my back, adding to the shivers of pleasure wracking my body.

Mistress cupped my groin through the lace skirt, and my dick throbbed in response to her touch. She pressed her palm tighter against it while dragging her claws along the outer lips of my pussy. I cried out as my pleasure tipped over, small spurts of pearly white liquid decorating the inside of the skirt. 

Mistress giggled. "Gods, you're so adorable."

She tugged down the skirt. The sensation of the softness dragging down my legs was almost as pleasurable as Mistress's fingers, all the way down to where it pooled at my feet, soon joined by the fishnet leggings. The cold air revitalized my girldick. 

"Now now, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves cutie," Mistress said as she flicked my pecker with her claws. "I've been gone for quite a long time. I imagine you've levelled up some."

Nodding, I focused on manifesting the status screen. It had been a while since I last checked it, and I was actually a little curious about what it looked like now. 

"Someone's been busy," Mistress said in a sing-song voice. "Why, you were just level two when I left!"

She pinched my cheek and shook it like an old grandma. 

"You're simply insatiable!"

I blushed. Secretly, I was thankful that she was apparently attributing my gain in level to sex. In truth, my training with Hanina had significantly helped increase my Masochist skill. 

"And you must have gotten another skill, yes? Ooh, I can't wait to see!" 

"Yes, Mistress." 

I focused on expanding the table revealing the rest of the information.

 

Mistress grinned. "That is an interesting skill. And you've already used it, too! Tell me, my dear slave, what helpless soul have you seduced?"

I shifted uncomfortably, not wanting the reminder of my actions. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to ignore a question from Mistress. 

"Uhm, a-another slave named Layla and... Amaya," I replied meekly. 

Mistress silently stared at me for a second. Two seconds. Three. Then she threw her head back and laughed. Even though I knew she was laughing at me, I couldn't help but smile. I had actually made her laugh.  

"Amaya?! I don't think she needs any more encouragement to fuck someone's brains out," Mistress said. I couldn't agree more.

Mistress cleared her throat. "Anyway, how has the manor been in my absence?" 

I told her everything that had happened since she left, doing my best do exclude the parts she shouldn't know. When I was finished, Mistress sat silently, gaze distant. I didn't blame her. For the most part, everything was fine. But then there was the assassination attempt. There was anger in Mistress's eyes. Fear, too, though I hadn't seen that from her yet. 

"Maybe I should have Amaya start taste-testing my food. Few would be able to find a poison capable of properly killing the undead... Nevertheless, I assume the would-be assassin is still being held by Shiva?" Mistress asked.

"I don't know. I'm not allowed to see that."

I had to admit, there was a slight curiosity. I had heard Shiva being mentioned a few times, yet I knew nothing about her except that she was Mistress's torturer.

Mistress hummed. "Basa and Amaya are smart enough to know what I'll want. She'll still be down there," Mistress turned her gaze back to me. "In the meantime, I've been gone a while, and I've got something right here that I've been missing."

Her hand dragged along my navel to circle my belly button. Mistress leaned forward. Instinctively, I leaned back, but there was nowhere to go. Mistress's scarlet red hand pressed down on the table beside my head. Her warm breath caressed my ear, causing a different warmth down below. 

"Did you miss me too?" Her whispered words dripped sensuously from her lips. 

"Y-yes, Mistress," I whispered back. And I wasn't lying.

"That's my girl."

Her tongue slithered out and probed my ear. She traced warm circles around my ear canal, leaving a trail of warm saliva behind. Simultaneously, her thigh pressed between my legs. Despite her overall soft appearance, I could feel the strong muscles in her thigh, so unlike my own, forcing itself against my sensitive flesh. 

I whimpered up at my Mistress. She pinched my nipple with her free hand, which only made me whine louder. My hips tried to thrust forward, but Mistress's thighs prevented too much movement. Instead, it merely resulted in my rubbing her pussy (which I now realized was bare beneath her dress) with my thigh.

"Gods, you're such a slut," Mistress said cruelly. Her words fed the fire inside me. I nodded vigorously, hoping to be rewarded for my emphatic obedience. 

And she did reward me. She dragged my tiny titties out by the piercings, stretching my flesh until the pain was unbearable, and the she let them snap back into place. I cried out, the pain trying to swim to the surface in my sea of pleasure. 

"Open your eyes," Mistress commanded me. I don't know when I closed them, but I listened. Mistress stared down at me lecherously, the pink hearts in her eyes glowing. Did they always do that during sex? I had never paid enough attention to notice. 

Hovering beside her head was Mistress's spade-tipped tail, quivering with anticipation. The command didn't need to be spoken. I opened my mouth eagerly and the tail dove in. I gagged when the tip slammed into the back of my throat, but I was undeterred. I worked my tongue around the smooth limb, eager to show Mistress how much I had learned. 

Her tailed wormed itself backwards, the edges of its tips millimeters away from my teeth, and thrust back in. Mistress sent it farther in this time, as I felt the spade slide along the walls of my throat.

Mistress groaned, a deep rumble emanating from within her body. "Yes, that's my good little slut. You love being my slave, don't you?"

I responded unintelligible words around her tail. The actual content of the words didn't matter, just that the soft vibrations they sent along her appendage made her happy. 

Mistress thrusts increased in tempo, and I did my best to keep up, but we reached a point where I might as well have been a lifeless doll. Her hands pushed down on my breasts to support her weight on me, causing the little nipple piercings to dig into my sensitive skin. She rode back and forth on my thigh, smearing her pussy juices on it as she suffocated my dicklet. 

"Oh yes, I can tell you love this even more than I do!" Mistress groaned out as she used my like a sex doll.

I got lost in the rapid rhythm of pleasure until I was drawn out by Mistress changing the pace of her thrusts. Her tail switched to slower, more forceful pumps. In contrast, her hot breaths came quickly, evidence by the way her breasts pushed against her skimpy dress. 

Realizing I still had two free hands, I reached up like the dutiful slave I was and went to work on kneading her boobs like a soft dough. 

"That's it. Oh, Cali!" Mistress cried out as she tossed her head back. Her thrusts into my throat stalled, and her snatch spasmed on my thigh. Caught up in my mistress's pleasure, I basked in my own orgasm. Small spasms wracked my body, just as the beautiful vixen above me. 

When she came down from her high, Mistress laid herself against me, mashing the bottom of her boobs against mine. The side of her chin rested against my forehead, which might have been uncomfortable to some people, but I was content with my position. 

A metal tinkling sound drew my attention to the fact that she was playing with my ears. 

"Amaya's even got you wearing her earrings, hm? I suppose the silver kind of goes with your gold hair," Mistress said softly. I nodded breathlessly. 

Mistress pushed herself back up and locked eyes with me. Her gaze was hungry. My limp dick tried to swell back up, but it had no luck. Not that that mattered though. Mistress simply grabbed my waist and spun me around so that my front now pressed against the cold table. Her fingers rubbed my vagina.

"Let's go again."