Aya and the ghostly Christine glanced at each other and nodded. Immediately Fey would feel a surge of pleasure going through her that would cause the pleasure until then to feel like a small insignificant pat on the head. Likewise, Korrie would feel a pleasant and constant rhythm of pleasure like that of a lover.
If Korrie glanced back, she would now be surprised to find that it was a ghostly Christine that was having her way with her. While Fey would find that partway through one of her kisses, she was now kissing Aya.
The tentacles that until then were playing with Fey kept up their administrations as well, even as new ones emerged to slowly bind Korrie too. with a thin tentacle wrapping around her neck gently, as if it was a collar and leash holding her in place.
Aya released her kiss and cupped Fey’s cheek. “You are always so resilient, and the sheer amount of energy being drained is astounding, yet you’re just fine. Mistress hit the jackpot with you, little pet phoenix.” She resumed kissing Fey slowly moving down her bound body, pausing at her nipples for a moment to give them some loving attention, before she moved on, only for a pair of suction cup tipped tentacles to take her place.
She moved past Fey’s belly button and stopped at her clit. “Such a cute little button, let’s give it some attention, shall we?” As she leaned into kiss it, Fey could feel the pleasure, increase again.
As this continued, the tentacle that was pounding away at her slowly disappeared, though Fey’s love canal wouldn’t remain empty for long. In came the enchanted, and promised dildo from earlier, surging up the pleasure yet again.
If Fey was still conscious after that, she could feel how the pleasure was eating away at even her energy reserves, and if she glanced over at Christine, she could see that with every pulse of pleasure through her own body, the ghostly Christine would seem a bit more solid. She never would become completely solid, but that was a good indicator that each surge was helping.
Korrie’s legs and arms were now bound snugly and lovingly by Christine’s tentacles, while she too received a pair of suction cupped tentacles to pleasure her breasts. It was a more intimate and loving form of pleasure than what Aya provided.
The dildo that Aya used slowly faded away, but was quickly replaced by a keen tentacle. there was also one poking at Korrie’s backdoor, should she desire it. But Christine took her little pet’s desires into account for this sort of thing and if Korrie seemed uncomfortable, it would be removed.
“As always Korrie, you’re such an eager little pet. You know, when we get back to the waking world, I have to see about getting both you and Fey a proper collar. Do you prefer leather? Or maybe you want one of steel, so it has some weight to it, reminding you of your proper place at your owner’s feet, hmm?” With the mention of the collar, Korrie would feel the tentacles pleasuring her wiggle happily, sending some extra jolts of that nice relaxing pleasure surging through her, reinforcing the idea that such a thing was something good.
As she spoke, Christine embraced Korrie the same way Aya did earlier, and resumed the massage of Korrie’s breasts though her was a slow sensual massage meant to tease the pleasure out. A slow burn, rather than the somewhat hard and demanding massage Aya gave before, meant to wring pleasure out of her, whether or not she wanted it.
If Korrie glanced back, she would now be surprised to find that it was a ghostly Christine that was having her way with her. While Fey would find that partway through one of her kisses, she was now kissing Aya.
The tentacles that until then were playing with Fey kept up their administrations as well, even as new ones emerged to slowly bind Korrie too. with a thin tentacle wrapping around her neck gently, as if it was a collar and leash holding her in place.
Aya released her kiss and cupped Fey’s cheek. “You are always so resilient, and the sheer amount of energy being drained is astounding, yet you’re just fine. Mistress hit the jackpot with you, little pet phoenix.” She resumed kissing Fey slowly moving down her bound body, pausing at her nipples for a moment to give them some loving attention, before she moved on, only for a pair of suction cup tipped tentacles to take her place.
She moved past Fey’s belly button and stopped at her clit. “Such a cute little button, let’s give it some attention, shall we?” As she leaned into kiss it, Fey could feel the pleasure, increase again.
As this continued, the tentacle that was pounding away at her slowly disappeared, though Fey’s love canal wouldn’t remain empty for long. In came the enchanted, and promised dildo from earlier, surging up the pleasure yet again.
If Fey was still conscious after that, she could feel how the pleasure was eating away at even her energy reserves, and if she glanced over at Christine, she could see that with every pulse of pleasure through her own body, the ghostly Christine would seem a bit more solid. She never would become completely solid, but that was a good indicator that each surge was helping.
Korrie’s legs and arms were now bound snugly and lovingly by Christine’s tentacles, while she too received a pair of suction cupped tentacles to pleasure her breasts. It was a more intimate and loving form of pleasure than what Aya provided.
The dildo that Aya used slowly faded away, but was quickly replaced by a keen tentacle. there was also one poking at Korrie’s backdoor, should she desire it. But Christine took her little pet’s desires into account for this sort of thing and if Korrie seemed uncomfortable, it would be removed.
“As always Korrie, you’re such an eager little pet. You know, when we get back to the waking world, I have to see about getting both you and Fey a proper collar. Do you prefer leather? Or maybe you want one of steel, so it has some weight to it, reminding you of your proper place at your owner’s feet, hmm?” With the mention of the collar, Korrie would feel the tentacles pleasuring her wiggle happily, sending some extra jolts of that nice relaxing pleasure surging through her, reinforcing the idea that such a thing was something good.
As she spoke, Christine embraced Korrie the same way Aya did earlier, and resumed the massage of Korrie’s breasts though her was a slow sensual massage meant to tease the pleasure out. A slow burn, rather than the somewhat hard and demanding massage Aya gave before, meant to wring pleasure out of her, whether or not she wanted it.