Gushing Succubus

by Kinathis

What if it wasn't only Utena's magical girl outfit that looked like a succubus? What if her powers themselves leaned more the demonic creatures of seduction and domination as well. Her name is Baiser after all, how can resist living up to her name and kissing such cute magical girls.

13. Blossoming bonds

The sound of a straw broom gently scraping against stone mixed with the light breeze through the nearby trees as Sayo Minakami tended to the grounds of the shrine her family cared for. She let out a sigh of relaxation as she let her mind focus on the task at hand. Her duty here at the shrine was a welcome distraction from the many thoughts that had been clouding her mind as of late, chief among them now was a worry for her friend Kaoruko. After she had blown on school and flown away from them the day before and she had missed that day as well. She knew all too well about what was troubling her blonde friend.

She was filled with guilt when she realized she had been envious of Kaoruko and Baiser's intimate moment after their battle, especially when the footage of their meeting leaked online. Despite trying to offer comfort, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had failed as a friend. She couldn't help but imagine herself in Kaoruko's position, exposed and vulnerable to public scrutiny. The mere thought sent shivers down her spine. The humiliation, the fear, the shame of being watched by everyone. Even watching the video of herself being overpowered and kissed by Baiser was painful enough; if it had been her in that studio room, the backlash from both videos would have been even worse. And she knew that neither she nor Haruka were immune to the aftermath of this scandal.

After their last intense battle, she made a conscious effort to be more aware of how they were perceived and what people thought of her. It was a harsh reality check. With her defeat by Baiser publicly broadcasted, and coupled with Sulfur's controversial sex tape, rumors began to swirl once again about her personal life. People speculated that Baiser had some kind of power over them, both figuratively and literally. They even suggested that she and Kaoruko were secretly involved in romantic relationships with Baiser behind closed doors. Some even questioned the authenticity of their fights, wondering if it was all just an act.

It was an undeniable truth that they were real. She knew it, and so did everyone else, but that didn't stop the constant speculation. It was understandable, especially with two instances of Baiser making romantic advances towards her and others. However, she was grateful that Baiser had put a stop to anyone recording the encounter between herself and Magenta. If there were videos circulating of all three of them, it would only add to the already difficult situation.

A deep, weighted sigh escaped Sayo's lips as she gazed upon the tranquil energy of the shrine. She desperately tried to bury the memories that haunted her mind - memories of the succubus who had been in this very place. Her eyes couldn't help but flicker over to the spot where Baiser had pinned her down with unearthly strength, where the demon girl had delighted in indulging in sensual touch and playing with Sayo's body for what felt like hours on end. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of both fear and longing, as if the remnants of their encounter lingered like a shadow upon the holy grounds.

She inhaled deeply, willing herself to push away the tumultuous memories that always seemed to creep into her thoughts. She tried to banish the memory of Baiser's firm hand spanking her, or the intense rush of emotions when the succubus stole her first kiss. The sensation of a corrupted Inari mask clinging to her face, numbing all her senses except for hearing and touch, was still vivid in her mind. No matter how hard she fought against them, these memories persisted, adding to the weight of worries that burdened her every day.

The distractions that plagued her would not feel so all-consuming if only Baiser had followed through with her teasing and provocations. Despite the enjoyable moments she spent in the comfort of her own home, they did not satisfy the deep desires of her body. Every time she watched the video of Sulfur and Baiser together, a twinge of guilt tugged at her. She couldn't help but imagine herself in Sulfur's place, experiencing the intense pleasure and passion that consumed them in that room. What would it have been like for Baiser to touch and kiss her, to explore every inch of her being and bring her to that ultimate state of euphoria? The thought alone made her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation.

"I need to stop... these thoughts are overpowering. I shouldn't let her consume my mind. But I can't seem to escape her grasp. Inari Okami, please give me the strength to push through this." She silently pleaded with the god of the shrine, hoping that her words would be heard and bring her some solace during this difficult time.

The sun shone down in golden beams, piercing through the veil of clouds and casting warm light upon the small community garden. Amidst the rows of neatly arranged plots, two figures could be seen diligently tending to their own patches of land. Utena Hiiragi and Kiwi Araga were clad in practical attire for their "date" today, with protective gloves covering their hands and gardening tools in tow. Their focus was solely on the task at hand - planting delicate flowers in one of the plots. For Kiwi, this wasn't exactly the type of date she had imagined when Utena suggested they spend time together after school. And yet, there was something oddly satisfying about working alongside Utena, their shared efforts bringing new life to the once barren plot. As they carefully placed each seed into the soil, Kiwi couldn't help but see this as a special moment between them, a chance to connect on a deeper level amidst the beauty of nature.

Kiwi smiled as she gently planted a small purple flower in the dirt next to the red one Utena had just placed. "This is actually nicer than I thought it would be," she commented. "But did we really need to buy so many of them?" She gestured towards the abundance of flowers they had brought with them.

Around them sat small plastic holders of purple, red, and soft blue flowers that they had gotten at a gardening store just an hour ago. There were dozens of flowers here well enough to fill the entire plot with their chosen colors.

Utena's cheeks flushed a rosy hue as she nervously fidgeted with the stems of the delicate flowers in her hands. "W-Well... I thought it would be nice to fill a plot with our colors," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Purple for me, red for you, because of your umm, your pretty eyes... A-And blue for Korisu too." She couldn't believe she was saying such silly things, but the warmth blooming in her chest made her bold. Looking down at the two neat rows of purple and red flowers nestled together, Utena couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Her gaze was suddenly interrupted by Kiwi, who nearly bowled her over as she lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Utena in a fierce hug. The unexpected display of affection left Utena momentarily stunned, but she couldn't help but smile as she hugged Kiwi back just as tightly.

"Awwwww! That's so precious, Utewa." She cooed as she leaned in to rub her cheek against Utena's, revelling in the softness of her skin. She couldn't resist giving the dark haired girl a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You're just too sweet for words. And for the record, I think your gold eyes are absolutely stunning. It's such a shame there aren't any flowers that match their unique hue."

Utena chuckled softly. "Yeah... I could have gone with yellow, but something sunny like that just doesn't feel like me. I wanted a color that reflects my personality - something dark and moody, like purple." Her voice held a hint of self-deprecation, but also a sense of pride in her individuality. As she spoke, she absentmindedly twirled a strand of her long, violet hair around her finger.

With a gentle squeeze, Kiwi turned Utena's face to meet her own, their eyes locking in a moment of intense connection. The warmth of her palms pressed against Utena's cheeks, sending a tingling sensation through her skin.

"Kehh Hewhh?" Utena's voice was muffled as she tried to speak with Kiwi's hands still holding her face.

But before she could say anything else, Kiwi leaned in and captured her lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. A faint taste of sweetness lingered on her lips from the crepe they had shared on their way here. As they pulled away, Kiwi gave Utena one of her trademark lazy smiles, her rosy tinted lips curling up at the corners.

"I think you're more dark and sexy than dark and moody," Kiwi said, running a finger along the edge of Utena's purple hair. "And isn't Purple the color of royalty? I think it fits perfectly for my queen."

Utena's cheeks burned bright red as she spluttered and stumbled over her words. Kiwi's teasing had always been able to fluster her without fail.

Her laughter was like a sweet melody, filling the air with joy and warmth. With a deep breath, Utena composed herself and tried to regain her composure. But Kiwi wasn't going to let her off that easily.

"No more gloomy talk," she declared with a playful glint in her eye. "Utena is all sunshine and rainbows, not darkness and despair." Her words were like a ray of sunshine, melting away any trace of negativity.

"Now, let's get to work on this garden plot for Enormita. This will be our first step towards ultimate domination!" The two friends set to work, their laughter echoing through the garden as they planted colorful flowers and claimed their territory with childish glee. It was a new adventure for them, full of promise and excitement. And together, they would conquer it all.

Utena let out a contented sigh, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she reached for a nearby trowel. "I may not have any aspirations for world domination, but the thought of creating our own garden together is quite appealing."

"I don't really care about world domination," she said with a chuckle, "but I like the idea of us having our own little piece of paradise. Something we made together."

Kiwi grinned mischievously and flexed their fingers, teasingly brandishing their powers. "I don't know, I think we could run the show just fine. And if anyone doesn't obey, I'll just blow 'em up!" They looked down at the flowers around them, admiring the vibrant hues and delicate petals. "Shame Korisu isn't here to help."

Just as Kiwi spoke, a movement caught their eye and a soft blue color appeared on the edge of their vision. Utena followed their gaze and spotted Korisu walking towards them with purpose. Excitedly, she called out to her friend who was also their missing teammate. "Hey Korisu! Over here!"

Utena wiped her brow, feeling the damp earth clinging to her skin as she dug deeper into the ground. She paused at the sound of Kiwi's high-pitched scream and looked up, squinting against the bright sun. She saw Korisu, a slender figure with long blonde hair, passing by the entrance to the community garden. The quiet girl seemed to be holding a grocery bag in her hand, but she turned to look in their direction when she heard the commotion.

Intrigued, Korisu jogged over to where Utena and Kiwi were working. Her curious gaze swept over the rows of colorful flowers and plants before settling on Utena.

"Hey Korisu, did you go shopping?" Utena asked.

The blonde nodded and then looked around again at all the different blooms and sprouts. She gave Utena a questioning look, clearly wondering what had caused Kiwi's outburst of excitement.

"Ahh, we are planting flowers for ourselves... The purple ones are me, the red and Kiwi's and we got the blue ones for you. We were just getting to the blue ones. Would you... Like to join us?"

Korisu's bright red eyes scanned over the neatly planted rows of flowers, a splash of vibrant color against the backdrop of greenery in the community garden. Two rows of delicate purple blooms stood proud, flanked by an equally orderly row of red flowers. Next to them was open space, as if waiting for something or someone to fill it.

For a moment, the usually silent girl marvelled at the scene before her. A group of villains, known for causing chaos, quietly planting flowers instead of wreaking havoc or picking fights with its magical defenders in order to lewd their bodies. It was a strange sight, but also oddly peaceful and heartwarming. Maybe they weren't so bad after all.

The thought made Korisu smile as she looked up at the other girls. Without hesitation, she joined in on their task, grateful for this unexpected moment of tranquillity amidst their chaotic lives.

She lifted her gaze to the two girls beside her, still uncertain if she could consider them friends after only a few days of knowing each other. They were more like comrades, allies in their current situation. But the thought of them becoming her first real friends filled Korisu with warmth. She couldn't help but smile as she looked at the delicate blue flowers representing her in the patch.

Her deep crimson eyes scanned over the area, taking in the vibrant hues and lush greenery surrounding them. With a determined nod, Korisu placed her small bag of groceries in the shade and joined Kiwi and Utena in their task.

Together, they worked in harmony: digging holes, preparing the soil, and carefully planting each flower in its designated spot. As they stood back to admire their handiwork, six neat rows of purple, red, and blue blooms glowed in the sun's rays. The three of them shared a moment of pride and satisfaction at what they had accomplished.

Despite being covered in dirt and sweat from their hard work, Korisu couldn't be happier to have these two girls by her side. It felt good to work together towards a common goal, and she knew that this was just the beginning of their friendship.

Korisu gracefully lowered herself to the ground, careful not to disturb the delicate flowers surrounding her. Utena and Kiwi wandered off for a moment to tidy up their tools and stow them away, leaving Korisu alone with her thoughts. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of the vibrant blooms, each one a representation of herself and the two girls who may become her friends.

Lost in contemplation, she took a moment to think about Utena and Kiwi. Utena was reserved and shy, much like Korisu herself. She suspected that Kiwi was Utena's only friend, as they seemed to spend most of their time together. Or perhaps it was because they were dating.

In contrast, Kiwi was a ball of energy, radiating loudness and chaos wherever she went. Her ash-blonde hair stood out against Korisu's own dark locks and Utena's quiet demeanor. But despite their differences, Utena was drawn to Kiwi and the two had formed a bond strong enough to enter into a romantic relationship. Korisu couldn't deny that Kiwi's wit and animated reactions never failed to entertain her. And beyond her boisterous exterior, Kiwi seemed to genuinely care for those around her.

The younger girl's mind was jolted out of its reverie with the return of Utena and Kiwi, carrying a filled watering can and a trio of sodas from a nearby vending machine. Kiwi presented one of the cans to her with a shy smile, causing the blonde to look up in surprise. After their earlier teasing, she had doubted if Kiwi harbored any genuine affection towards her. But as she held the cold can in her hand, she couldn't help but wonder if her fears were unwarranted.

Kiwi observed as Korisu rose to her feet, drink in hand, and reached out to lightly grasp the hem of her shirt. The taller blonde gazed down at her with confusion, while Kiwi turned to Utena for guidance. Korisu's expression was serious and unreadable, leaving Kiwi perplexed. Korisu was a difficult person to decipher, with her quiet demeanor and guarded nature. Yet something tugged at Kiwi's intuition as she watched Korisu's gaze fall to the ground – almost as if she was ashamed or embarrassed about something.

Kiwi's mind raced as she tried to make sense of Korisu's apology. What could she possibly be sorry for? And then it clicked - was she apologising for her flirty and clingy behaviour towards Utena? A wave of relief washed over Kiwi at the thought of having one less rival for Utena's attention. She reached down and took Korisu's hand, squeezing it gently to reassure her. As their eyes met, Kiwi gave a small smile and a silent thumbs up, signalling her acceptance and bringing a visible sense of relief to Korisu's features. The tension in the air dissipated as they both realised that there was no need for competition when it came to their shared feelings for Utena.

Beside them, Utena watched the silent exchange with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She couldn't decipher what had just transpired between the two blondes, but there was a sense of understanding between them. "Is everything alright?" she asked tentatively.

Kiwi's grin widened, her hands resting confidently on her hips. "Everything's fine, don't worry about it," she reassured Utena. Turning, she reached for a can of Sulfur Citrus and handed it to her. "Korisu was apologising for flirting with you, that's all," she explained nonchalantly. The air around them seemed to lighten as the tension dissipated and Kiwi's carefree energy filled the space once again.

Utena's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she slipped her soda into a pocket. It wasn't until her gaze shifted to Korisu that she understood the situation. A sly smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she ran her fingers up Kiwi's arm, eliciting a visible shiver from the other girl. Turning towards Korisu, Utena took a step closer and extended a hand, offering the watering can with a playful wink.

"Korisu, would you like to join me in watering our flowers?" Her voice was light and inviting, causing the delicate blonde to immediately accept the invitation. Together, they moved about the garden, carefully pouring water over each newly planted flower while Kiwi relaxed under the shade of a nearby tree.

As they worked, Utena couldn't help stealing glances at Kiwi and remembering her words about Korisu's supposed flirting. "Korisu," she began, her voice laced with curiosity, "is it true what Kiwi said? Were you really flirting with me earlier?" The question hung in the air between them, adding a layer of tension to their otherwise peaceful afternoon.

Uncertainty pulsed through her as she considered the intentions of this girl. Would she be a threat to her relationship with Kiwi, or were her sights set on adding the members of Tres Magia to her collection? She couldn't deny her desires, but the thought of handling all four of them, let alone five with Korisu, seemed overwhelming. And she hardly knew the slender blonde girl, though that was something she intended to change. The lack of familiarity only heightened her curiosity and desire to get to know her more.

Korisu paused in her watering and looked down at the flowers, their vibrant colors filling the small bed with life. Purple, red, and blue petals intertwined and reached towards the sun, much like Korisu and the other two members of Enormita that she knew of. As she watered, she pondered the question at hand. At first, she had simply wanted to playfully tease Kiwi, but as she watched the girl's reactions, a mischievous delight overtook her. However, she also didn't want to risk losing a potential friend, especially since she had been longing for one for quite some time now. Utena, on the other hand, was a complex mix of qualities - cute yet intimidating, kind yet mysterious. Korisu couldn't help but think back to the footage she had seen of Utena's fierce battles against Tres Magia, as well as the scandalous whispers circulating about her and Sulfur's post-battle encounter. It all only added to Utena's enigmatic allure in Korisu's eyes.

Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she looked to the side, unable to deny the allure of the succubus next to her. There was something undeniably captivating about her presence, whether it was her seductive nature or something else entirely. The thoughts of what she had witnessed between Sulfur and the succubus lingered in her mind, stirring up feelings she wasn't sure how to process.

Tentatively, the blonde girl raised her hand and waggled it back and forth, unsure of her own emotions towards the de facto leader of their trio or the voluptuous bomber, Kiwi. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was exactly that drew her to them, but she couldn't deny that there was a magnetic pull towards their unorthodox companionship.

"Ahh... I see... Well, just try not to get on Kiwi's bad side okay. I want us all to get along and be friends." She turned back to the slender girl in front of her, reaching up to give her a gentle pat on the head, her hand lingering there for a moment before rubbing softly. Her delicate fingers curled and scratched lightly at the scalp, massaging the fine layer of muscles just under the skin. It was a comforting gesture, one that showed Utena's care and affection for her new friend.

The contact made tingles run over her skin and down her back. Korisu blushed and hurriedly returned to watering the flowers. 'What... What was that... All she did was touch my head...' Is this her power? Is this how she had Sulfur wrapped around her finger?' Her large red eyes looked up at Kiwi who was sitting under the tree and watching them. The older girl had made it abundantly clear that she and Utena were together. But from the footage she had seen Utena was also obviously going after the magical girls of Tres Magia as well.

Those girls were really pretty. Magenta had fought against her and put up well against her living dolls. Riding atop her cheshire cat as it fought gave her plenty of time to observe the magical girls and even watch Leopard fight. They were all strong in their own right, each girl was cute and beautiful. From what she had gathered, Utena was after all of them. Her eyes trailed over the blue flowers and wondered if that meant that she herself was in the dark haired girl's sights. Kiwi didn't seem to like that, but there had been something different about her today, she seemed less bothered by her presence near Utena.

Korisu's eyes flicked up to Kiwi once more, her mind racing with thoughts. She appeared to be more serene and content, leading Korisu to wonder if something had changed between them. As she continued tending to the flowers, their vibrant colors caught her eye: purple, red, and blue, each one representing a different aspect of their complicated relationship. Utena watched her with a curious expression, causing Korisu to glance at Kiwi before returning her gaze to the flowers. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration ignited within her as a realisation struck her like lightning - these three flowers symbolising all of them together. Her eyes widened in excitement as she turned to share her idea with Utena and Kiwi.

The apartment door clicked as its lock turned and the door opened. Three girls stepped inside and promptly took off their shoes as two of them looked around.

"Please excuse us." Utena said as she looked around the empty apartment. After finishing up with the gardening, Korisu had gotten them together and quietly convinced them to come over and play for a while.

Korisu led them inside and briefly looked at the note and money on the table before pocketing it. Her mother was going to be working late again and she would have to order something for dinner. She let out a long breath through her nose and turned away from it. She had barely seen her mother in the last month. It was always deadlines this, emergency that, and an apology before her mother left for work. It was something she had gotten used to, being alone. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had any friends, but the others she went to school with treated her like she was invisible, she was just that creepy kid that never talked and just stared into your soul with those big red eyes. No one had paid her any mind all she ever had were the toys her mom left for her to fill the void. She cast a look back at the girls she brought home and blushed before making for the door to her room. Maybe she didn't have to be quite so alone anymore.

Utena and Kiwi exchanged a concerned glance as they looked at the note and the empty apartment. Despite its cleanliness, there was something missing, a lack of warmth that made it feel less like a home and more like a temporary lodging. The air felt stale and still, void of any personal touches or signs of life. As Korisu nonchalantly took the money and barely spared a second glance at the note, Utena couldn't help but feel like this was a common occurrence for her.

"Hey Kiwi, do you mind keeping an eye on Korisu for a minute? I need to use the washroom." Utena asked, trying to hide her unease.

"Hmm? Oh sure. Come on Korisu! Show me your room! Do you have any fun toys?" Kiwi eagerly followed the shorter blonde into her room, her eyes widening in amazement at the array of colourful toys and trinkets scattered around the room. "Woah! Damn you have a lot of toys!"

Utena smiled and giggled at her girlfriend before turning her attention back to the apartment. The washroom could wait a few minutes. She took a slow wonder of the main room, looking at the shelves and the things on them. Upon first glance, the apartment appeared to be clean and organised. However, upon closer inspection, she noticed a fine layer of dust coating most surfaces. The only items that seemed to escape this dust were the remote for the TV, the sleek rice cooker on the kitchen counter, the spotless fridge, and the shiny eating utensils neatly arranged in their designated drawer. It was evident that not much in this home saw regular use or attention. The faint scent of bleach lingered in the air, suggesting a recent cleaning attempt. Despite its pristine appearance at first glance, it was clear that this apartment lacked the warmth and lived-in feel of a true home.

As she peered into the wastebasket in the kitchen, a wave of worry washed over her. Take out containers overflowed from the sides, joined by crumpled wrappers and discarded notepad notes with similar messages scattered across the table. She plucked one from the pile and read it, feeling her heart sink. It seemed that Korisu was often left alone at home, surrounded by disposable convenience store containers and hastily eaten meals. Utena frowned and turned to inspect the contents of the refrigerator, already knowing what she would find. A few meagre leftovers, some quick-to-eat snacks and drinks from a nearby convenience store, and just a handful of condiments. She couldn't help but look towards Korisu's room, wondering how long this lonely lifestyle had been going on for. As an only child who often felt isolated herself, Utena couldn't imagine enduring such solitude without even the comfort of parents' presence. How long had Korisu endured this?

Utena's concern for Korisu grew with each passing moment. She reflected on their short time together and couldn't help but worry about the girl's well-being. Her mind replayed moments where Korisu had clung to her, made advances, and remained silent when perhaps she should have spoken up. Was she simply desperate for companionship? Utena closed the fridge door with a small thud and made her way to the restroom with hurried steps. As she washed her hands, she silently resolved to be a good friend to her new companion. No more loneliness for Korisu, not when Utena and Kiwi were here for her now. The sound of water running over her fingertips was calming, and she hoped it would bring some peace of mind to both herself and Korisu.

As she peeked into the room she saw Kiwi running around with a couple of worn looking toys in her hands as Korisu chased after her.

"Waaahhhh nnnrrrrrrrrraaaaa. Kiwi coming through! Look out Korisu, we're flying into a warzone! Neeerrrraaaaa... uhoh..."

Utena's eyes widened in horror as she watched one of the stuffed dolls in Kiwi's hands lose an arm. The limb, filled with clouds of fluffy cotton, detached with ease and plopped to the ground in a comical fashion.

A hush fell over the group as all eyes turned to the severed arm lying on the ground. Kiwi hesitantly lifted up the doll, its remaining arm now raising in defeat. "Medic! We have a woman down! We need a doctor stat! I'm sorry Korisu, I didn't mean it."

The demure girl's head shook slowly, her long hair swaying with the movement. She delicately picked up the severed arm from the ground and then reached for the doll, cradling it gently in her arms. With a determined expression, she strode over to her desk and pulled open a drawer, revealing an assortment of knick-knacks and supplies. From within the clutter, she plucked out a roll of duct tape and skillfully peeled off a long strip of it. But before she could apply it to the doll, a hand with slender fingers stopped her mid-action. The young teen looked up at Utena, her eyes filled with curiosity and uncertainty.

The dark haired girl smiled and looked in the drawer to see a number of arts and crafts supplies.

"Tape won't do for fixing stuffed animals, but if you have some thread and a needle, I can attempt to sew it back on," she offered with a determined glint in her eye. Her delicate fingers reached for the supplies, ready to work her magic and bring the damaged toy back to life.

Korisu's eyes widened in realisation, and a small smile graced her lips. She reached back inside her bag and retrieved a pristine sewing kit, still untouched and waiting to be used. With a nod, she held it out for the other girl to see, excitement shining in her eyes."Nn!"

Utena's face lit up with a smile as she eagerly took the toy from his outstretched hand. "This is perfect! I'll have it fixed in no time," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with determination. She surveyed the scene around her, taking in the state of all the toys scattered on the ground. Some were clearly well-loved and worn, with spotty repairs scattered across their surfaces. Others appeared almost new, possibly recently acquired or meticulously maintained.

As she knelt down to begin her work, Utena couldn't help but wonder about the young girl who owned all these toys. Did she spend all her time at home playing with them? Or did she have other interests and hobbies as well?

"Hey, how about you two find something else to play with while I fix this one?" Utena suggested, gesturing towards the vast array of toys spread out before them. "It might take me a little while." Her voice was filled with warmth and kindness, a true caregiver's nature shining through.

As Kiwi opened the drawer, her younger sister Korisu's hand reached out and grasped hers in excitement. The older girl was surprised at the sudden energy radiating from Korisu as she led them over to another drawer. With a grin, Korisu pulled out a pack of playing cards and held them up triumphantly.

"Card games, huh? I like your style," Kiwi chuckled. "But just a fair warning, I happen to be pretty good at these." The corners of her mouth tugged upward mischievously.

Utena settled onto the floor with her back pressed against the smooth, polished wood of Korisu's dresser. She carefully opened up the sewing kit and spread out its contents in front of her, making sure to keep an eye on the other girls as she worked. Her gaze then shifted down to the Cheshire cat doll in her hands, noting its worn and tattered appearance. 'Hmm...Wasn't this the same doll Korisu rode into that intense fight the other day?' Utena thought to herself, a sense of admiration filling her as she finally understood the true extent of Korisu's abilities. She could animate dolls and toys to do her bidding in battle.

Lost in thought, Utena absentmindedly ran her fingers over the scratches and scuffs on the Cheshire cat's face before snapping back to reality as Kiwi's voice rang out.

"Huh? Poker?" Utena repeated, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You know how to play poker?" She couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about what other skills and talents Korisu possessed that they were not yet aware of.

Utena smiles at the sight of them getting along. It was good to see Kiwi trying to get another with other girls. She was worried about what she would do if someone else on their team wanted to take part in their relationship. 'It's not that I'm totally against it, Korisu is super cute in her wonderland dress, and her eyes are so big and pretty and I would really like to run my fingers through her long blonde hair...' She sighed inwardly at her own thoughts.

'Am I really that much of a horny freak now? What happened to me... Oh right, the whole succubus thing. She is a magical girl too, they are so so pretty, I just can't help myself when it's a magical girl. I just want to touch them all over and make them whine and moan. I have to control myself. Just because Kiwi said she would be the head wife and that I could have pets does not mean I should just pick up every girl I see.'

With a deep, outward sigh, she retrieved a needle and thread and set to work mending the tears in Korisu's beloved cheshire cat doll. The dim light of the room cast shadows on her face as she delicately stitched each seam with care.

Suddenly, a shrill and annoyed voice cut through the air. It was Kiwi, glaring at her cards with frustration. "What the hell! How did you manage to get a royal flush? You must have cheated!" With narrowed eyes, she begrudgingly tossed a dollar towards her opponent. "Don't look so smug about it," she grumbled before storming off in defeat.

Kiwi's voice filled the room, filled with irritation as she lost the first round of poker to Korisu. Utena couldn't help but smile and stifle a giggle at her girlfriend's competitive behavior. Kiwi always had a way of bringing joy to her life. 'I wonder, between her and the girls of Tres Magia, who do I love more?' It was a question that constantly niggled at her. She had been drawn to the members of Tres Magia since she first laid eyes on them, but her love for Kiwi had grown through their time together; going on dates, sharing secrets, and building trust. Despite all the fun and games she played with the girls of Tres Magia, she never had those same intimate moments with them. She yearned for a chance to take them out on dates, hold them close and have meaningful conversations with them. She promised herself that if they ever needed someone to talk to, she would be there to listen without judgement.

'I could never say no to them, unless they asked me to stop being a villain... Then I would have too, for now anyway... One day I'll be out from under Venalita's thumb... One day I'll be strong enough to keep them safe.' A mischievous smile crept onto her face as she entertained the thought of convincing them to join her side. But then doubt seeped in - would they still be the same girls she had fallen in love with? Did she truly love the girls behind the magic or was it just an infatuation with Tres Magia? These conflicting emotions consumed her every day, yet she couldn't help but hold onto hope for a future where they could all be together, on the same side.

Utena's hands seemed to move on their own as they went through the mechanical motions of sewing up Korisu's doll. Her eyes were focused on the Cheshire cat as she pondered the question of love. She had all but made love to Sulfur in that room when they were together. She had wanted to make Sulfur feel good, and Sulfur had even swallowed her pride and asked for it. 'But... I don't know her like I do Kiwi. I only know her magical girl side, that she is brave, ferocious, passionate about battle and justice. What is her favorite food, her favorite color, her favorite movie, what are her hobbies... I wish I could get to know them better, not just their bodies... I told Kiwi that I wanted them to be mine...'

The teenage succubus put the doll down as she thought harder about her own goals. 'To be mine... What does that even mean? Do I want to tame them, collar and enslave them? I mean... That's what I said but... I wouldn't want them to give up being magical girls, could they still be the protectors I love if they joined me or had submitted to me? Uuhhgg, this kind of thinking is so confusing.' Utena's head was spinning at the thoughts running around in her head. Images of the Tres Magia as noble magical girls mixed with her perverse fantasies and desires to see those same girls on their knees in front of her.

Utena hesitated before speaking to herself, her mind racing with thoughts. "If I were their mistress... Could I just-"

Suddenly, Kiwi's voice interrupted her train of thought. She looked up to see both Kiwi and Korisu standing in front of her, the game they were playing momentarily forgotten. Kiwi had a playing card stuck in her hair bun, and Utena couldn't help but wonder how it got there. "Are you okay, Utena?" Kiwi asked with concern in her voice.

"Oh... Sorry, what? I was lost in thought," Utena replied, trying to shake off the distraction.

"Looks like you were lost in thought. And hey, great job with the toys."

"What? What do you mean?" Utena's gaze followed to her lap where the Cheshire doll, along with two other stuffed animals, sat neatly and looking as good as new.

"Oh, ha ha... I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't even realise it."

With careful, deliberate movements, Alice crawled forward and scooped up her beloved plushies, now expertly repaired. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she held the toys close to her chest, their soft fur and familiar shapes bringing a sense of comfort and happiness she had never felt before. The slender girl's face was lit up with a radiant smile, her contentment evident in the way she hugged the plushies tightly as if they were the most precious things in the world. She had never been happier than in this moment, surrounded by these beloved toys that had been given new life.

As the blonde girl stood before them, both Kiwi and Utena couldn't help but smile at her. The sun shone down on them, casting a warm glow on their faces as they spoke.

"So what were you thinking about?" Kiwi asked curiously.

Utena's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she responded, "Just...the conversation we had the other day. I've been trying to give it some serious thought."

With raised eyebrows, Kiwi clarified, "You mean the idea of having a harem?"

Embarrassed, Utena looked away and stammered, "Um...y-yes, that's what I was thinking about." The soft breeze from the open window rustled through her hair as she fidgeted with her hands in front of her.

Kiwi's dark eyes narrowed as she stared at Utena, her full lips pursed in confusion. "What's there to think about? I thought we were over this," she stated firmly. "I'm the head and legal wife, the magical girls can be your concubines."

Utena fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her thoughts racing. "Yeah...I know...I was just...what if I win? What should I do?"

Kiwi brought a delicate hand up to her mouth, fingers tracing over her bottom lip as she peered at Utena with a curious expression. "Nope, I don't get it," she said slowly. "What do you mean? I mean, IF you win? Please, that's gonna happen without question. After all, you have ME on your side, and now you have Korisu too." A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she spoke, exuding confidence in their partnership. Utena couldn't help but feel both reassured and intimidated by Kiwi's unwavering determination and charm.

The blonde girl in question looked up from her renewed plushies, her corn silk hair falling in waves around her face. She looked at the two girls with bright red eyes, waiting for an explanation.

"So, like, what do you mean IF you win? Explain yourself, woman!"

Utena shifted uncomfortably as she tried to sort out her own thoughts. Her hazel eyes darted back and forth between her girlfriend and the other girl. "I... What do I do if I win, Kiwi?" She bit her lip nervously before continuing. "If I make them mine and have my Tres Magia kneel and submit, for them to love me and call me mistress..." A dark smile played on her lips, a mix of excitement and lust filling her mind at the perverse thought. For just a moment, she indulged in the fantasy, imagining all the ways she could dominate and control her partner. But then the weight of reality hit her again and the melancholy returned.

"It's just... should I force them to join Enormita and become a part of our group at all times? Or should I allow them to remain as Tres Magia, continuing this dance we have created? It's something that has been on my mind for a while now. As much as I have experienced their magic and emotions, I don't truly know them. I haven't had the chance to get to know the girls behind the magic and heroism like I have with you."

A mischievous grin spread across Kiwi's face as she placed her hands on her hips in a prideful stance. "That's because I'm not a pussy!" Her voice was filled with playful taunting as she continued, "I do suppose it must be difficult for them being on the other side. But why not bring them into our world? You could make them your loyal bitches and have all the fun you want with them! Or, of course, just spend time with them like normal friends."

Utena paused, considering her suggestion. "I could, but, would they still be the amazing girls I fell for if they stopped being Tres Magia?" The thought left a pang of uncertainty in my chest. As much as I wanted to have my way with them, I didn't want to lose the essence that made them who they were.

As the days went by, Kiwi found herself fighting against her own jealous nature. Her girlfriend's constant pining and worrying over other girls gnawed at her insides, causing her to clench her fists in frustration. The mere thought of someone else stealing away her love filled her with a mixture of anger and fear. But she took a deep breath and reminded herself to be supportive, to show that she was the one on top of Utena's harem. "Utena, that's rather shallow," Kiwi finally spoke up, her words tinged with both irritation and determination to hold onto what was hers.

Utena's voice faltered in surprise, "W-What?"

Kiwi's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she spoke, her words tumbling out before she could even consider holding them back. "If your feelings for them can change so easily just because they're not Tres Magia, were your feelings ever genuine to begin with? Just think about it."

The words struck her like a physical blow, their pure harshness slicing through her thoughts. She felt the urge to argue, but instead, she found herself staring at the ground, lost in contemplation. Did she truly love Tres Magia, or just the idea of them? If Magenta, Azul, and Sulfur were to change and no longer be the "good magical girls," would her love for them disappear? A wave of shame washed over her at the possibility that her feelings could be so shallow. Suddenly, she felt a gentle touch on her cheeks, lifting her face up. She gazed into the deep wine-red eyes of her girlfriend, feeling a mixture of shame and love intertwined within her heart.

"Utena, I watched that video. You were practically making love to Sulfur. And for the record, I don't think what you feel is shallow. Your words and actions show me that your love for them runs deep."

Tears welled up in Utena's eyes as she looked at Kiwi with so much emotion in her gaze. She reached up and gently caressed Kiwi's cheeks, savoring the softness of their skin under her fingertips. She held onto them for a moment before pulling Kiwi down for a kiss.

Their lips met in a tender embrace, their hearts speaking the unspoken words of love and gratitude. It was a short but sweet kiss, their lips parting after a handful of seconds but leaving behind an electric tingle."I love you," Utena whispered, her voice filled with sincerity and adoration. "Thank you."

The excitement in Kiwi's voice was palpable as she all but squealed at Utena's soft declaration of love. She bounced up and down, her eyes shining with joy and adoration. "Eeeeeeee! Oh I love hearing thaaaaat!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with glee. "Say it again! Say it Again!" Her pleas were like a child begging for another piece of candy, eager and insistent. Utena couldn't help but smile at Kiwi's infectious enthusiasm, feeling her own heart swell with love and happiness.

Korisu's gaze was fixated on the two girls as they shared an intimate kiss. She had been observing and eavesdropping as Utena confided her concerns about the magical girls and herself. Her heart ached to help her new friend in any way she could. Clutched in her slender hands were her beloved dolls, recently mended Utena's own skilled fingers. As she watched the tender display of affection before her, Korisu felt a sense of clarity wash over her. With determination in her eyes, she made a decision to stand by these two girls, her first and only true friends in her entire life. The warmth of their bond radiated from their embrace, filling Korisu with a newfound sense of belonging and purpose.

As the three girls settled into Korisu's room, time seemed to slow down. They played card games, chatted excitedly, and surrounded themselves with a collection of plush stuffed animals. But the real adventure began when Korisu produced an unopened lego set. Together, they sorted through the colorful pieces and started assembling a grand royal throne room. A regal queen sat upon her throne, flanked by brave knights ready to defend her kingdom. Each detail was carefully crafted as they worked together in perfect harmony, their laughter adding to the joyous atmosphere of creative play.

"I, Kiwi, hereby declare this to be the grand throne room of Queen Utena!" With a flourish, she placed a tiny lego knight next to the ornate throne. "And here stands her most loyal and fierce protector, Leopard."

Kiwi surveyed the miniature scene before her critically. "But something is missing...ah yes, where are the concubines? No queen's court is complete without them." She playfully positioned several more lego figures around the throne, each one representing a beautiful and devoted concubine.

The walls of the throne room gleamed with gold and jewels, reflecting the light from the sparkling chandeliers above. Soft music played in the background as Kiwi used her imagination to bring the fantasy world to life. "Now everything is perfect," she declared with a satisfied smile.

Kiwi leaned down, her hands resting on her knees as she inspected their work. Her eyes scanned every inch of the completed project with a sense of satisfaction and pride. The three of them had worked together to build this, and it was a true testament to their teamwork.

Korisu let out a small grunt of approval, her fists clenching in excitement as she nodded her head in agreement. Her face lit up with joy as she took in the sight of their creation, feeling proud to have been a part of it.

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, casting a warm golden light over their finished construction project, Utena reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen and saw a message from her parents, asking when she would be returning home. They had been worried about her loner tendencies, but now they were grateful that she had made friends. "It's getting late," she announced, glancing at the time. "We should probably start heading back."

Kiwi pouted, reluctantly getting up from the floor where she had been sitting with Utena. The golden light caught in her hair, giving it an ethereal glow. "Awww, do we have to? Can't we stay just a little longer?"

A wave of chilled water washed over Korisu's chest, a physical manifestation of the loneliness that had taken root in her heart. She watched as her friends rose from their seats, preparing to leave after a lovely afternoon together. She didn't want them to go, not yet. They had been so happy and carefree, and she was afraid that once they were gone, the emptiness would come rushing back. Desperately, she stood and reached out for the two older girls, grasping onto their hands as if to physically hold onto them.

Utena's brow furrowed with concern. "Korisu? What's wrong?"

Kiwi's gaze softened as she looked down at the slender teen. "What's up, Korisu?"

Silent tears welled up in Korisu's eyes as she gazed up at her friends. She wanted to beg them to stay, to fill the void in her heart with their presence. But all she could manage was a helpless look, silently pleading with them to understand her unspoken words. 'Please stay...I don't want to be alone again.'

A sudden tug at Utena's senses caught her off guard. Though she struggled to fully tap into other people's emotions, her growing proficiency in it allowed her to sense a flicker of what Korisu was feeling. 'What is this sensation?' Utena wondered, her gaze shifting to Korisu's face and searching for answers in her expression. And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. The empty house, the absent mother, and all the abandoned toys scattered around them. "She's lonely," Utena whispered to herself, her heart aching for the younger girl. Without hesitation, she turned and knelt down, enveloping Korisu in a warm embrace that conveyed more comfort than words ever could

The sudden embrace caught the other girls off guard, but Korisu's grip was firm as she held onto Utena with watery eyes. Her slender hands clung to her friend, not wanting to let go of this newfound companionship. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she cherished it deeply. "Don't go," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with desperation.

Utena's heart ached for Korisu as she heard the plea in her voice. She couldn't bear to see her friend in such distress. "Don't worry, we'll be back. We won't leave you alone, right Kiwi?" She looked over at their other companion, hoping for reassurance and support. The sun was setting behind them, casting a warm glow over their intertwined bodies and creating a sense of comfort in the midst of uncertainty. Korisu's tears were like glistening diamonds in the fading light, and Utena vowed to do whatever it took to bring joy back into her friend's life.

Kiwi blinked, her wine-red eyes filled with warmth and affection as she let out a contented sigh. Her smile grew wider as she joined in on the hug between Utena and Korisu, wrapping her own arms around the slender girl to complete the embrace. "Hell yeah," she chimed in with enthusiasm. "We might go home, but we will always come back for you, Korisu. You're family now."

Before Kiwi could finish her statement, she was taken by surprise as a pair of soft lips met hers in a sudden, unexpected kiss. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion as she looked at Korisu, the one who had initiated the kiss. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was enough to silence Kiwi and leave her heart racing with unfamiliar emotions. The sensation of another girl's lips on hers was not entirely new to her – after all, Utena had kissed her before – but this was the first time anyone else had dared to do so.

Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and feelings. Should she be angry at Korisu for taking such liberties without permission? Should she be excited by the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her body? Or should she feel uncomfortable with the intimate contact from someone other than Utena? Despite her confusion, Kiwi couldn't deny the fluttering feeling in her chest and the way her heart seemed to skip a beat at the close proximity to Korisu. 'Why did she do that?' Kiwi wondered, unable to form coherent words as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Utena was shocked as she witnessed Korisu and Kiwi share a kiss. A mix of emotions flooded her senses, making it difficult to decipher their individual frequencies. But among the chaos, she could discern a strong sense of relief and surprise, which seemed fitting given the unexpected display of affection between her girlfriend and their new companion. She felt a fluttering in her stomach and a tightness in her chest, similar to what Kiwi must feel when playing with Tres Magia.

Korisu slowly pulled back from the brief kiss, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. She looked far more radiant and alive than she had just moments ago, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken desire. With a coy smile, she redirected her attention to the other girl in the room.

As the blonde girl turned towards Utena, the taller girl could sense what was about to happen. She could have easily stopped it, held Korisu back from kissing her. But a voice inside her pleaded not to reject her, knowing it would cause immense pain to the young girl. And as she studied Korisu's delicate features and playful demeanor, Utena couldn't bring herself to deny her, especially since she was such a cute and charming magical girl herself.

Korisu's small hands clenched onto Utena's shirt with a desperate fervor as she pulled the dark-haired girl closer, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. She felt an almost electric charge prickling over her skin as she melted into the embrace, a warmth spreading through her body that she had never experienced before. Kiwi's lips had been soft and tender as well, but there was something about Utena's that ignited a fire within her.

She couldn't help but think it was because of the strange magic that seemed to surround the other girl. As Utena's arms wrapped around her, holding her close, Korisu felt a fluttering in her chest and a sense of comfort washed over her like a warm embrace. It was a feeling she thought she would never experience again.

The blonde girl could hardly recall the last time someone had held her in a hug with a touch so gentle yet full of strength and protection. The fluttering in her chest skipped a beat as Utena kissed her back for just a moment before pulling away, leaving Korisu longing for more of that magical connection between them.

Korisu looked up with wide, glistening red eyes at the taller girl. Her heart raced as she saw Utena's face flush with a rosy hue, but it was not anger or disapproval that filled her expression. Instead, there was curiosity and hopeful anticipation. Korisu held her breath, hoping that her bold move would pay off.

"Korisu... I... Are you sure about this?" Utena asked as she bent down to meet Korisu's gaze. Her hand found Kiwi's and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She stole a glance at her girlfriend, noting the mixture of surprise and slight irritation on her face as she pouted. But at that moment, Utena couldn't help but find Kiwi's pout endearing. She was just too adorable. And perhaps, getting her own kiss from Korisu had lessened any annoyance she may have felt.

The slender blonde furrowed her brow and scrunched up her face as if deep in thought. She cast her gaze to the side, then down, then back up again before finally bringing her hands up in front of her, clenching them into determined fists. With a resolute expression, she reached down and took both Utena's and Kiwi's hands in hers.

Utena and Kiwi exchanged a knowing look, understanding exactly what Korisu was asking of them. But as they looked at each other, doubts crept in. Could they really provide what Korisu wanted? Utena opened her mouth to speak, wanting more time to fully consider their options, but before she could say anything, Kiwi jumped in.

With a sigh, Kiwi relented. "Alright, alright, I get it," she said with a hint of exasperation. "Can't resist the charms of the cutest girl in the world, can you?" She turned to Utena with a teasing smirk. "But don't worry, we can handle someone like Korisu, right? We've got this."

Utena's eyes widened in bewilderment as she stared at Kiwi. This was the last thing she expected to hear from her usually possessive girlfriend. Whenever she pursued the Tres Magia girls, Kiwi's jealousy would bubble to the surface. They had just had a heart-to-heart conversation the other day, but Utena never imagined that Kiwi would be so quick to accept another girl into their relationship before giving her a chance. Did this sudden change of heart have something to do with their earlier exchange?

Utena furrowed her brows, trying to piece together the puzzle of Kiwi's behavior. The golden rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow on their faces, adding an eerie calmness to the tense atmosphere between them. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly had transpired between Kiwi and this new girl, whatever silent agreement they had come to seemed to have galvanised her girlfriend.

Her eyes flicked down to meet Korisu's gaze, filled with hope and anticipation. With a soft sigh, she nodded her head in agreement. "Okay... A-Alright, let's see where this takes us. But we still have to go. However, Korisu, you should come to the hideout tonight at around 11pm. We have some villainy planned for tonight. How about you join us on that?" She couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the idea of spending more time with these girls, even if it meant engaging in their mischievous activities.

Korisu's eyes lit up at the invitation, already imagining the fun they would have together. But as Utena and Kiwi bid her farewell and started to walk away, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that she had to wait until later to spend time with them again. Yet, at the same time, relief flooded through her knowing that she wasn't rejected and could continue to be close to her new friends. Perhaps even explore something more with them.

As Utena and Kiwi departed, leaving Korisu alone once again, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She wasn't rejected by these fierce and rebellious girls; instead, she was invited to join them in their mischievous plans for the night. A smile crept onto her lips as she brought a hand up to touch them, savoring the lingering warmth from Utena's kiss earlier.

She knew she couldn't wait for tonight's adventure with her new friends, eager to explore not only the world of villainy but also the potential for something more between them.

As they stepped outside, Utena and Kiwi walked hand in hand to the stairs of the apartment building. The warm sun beat down on their skin, making them both feel alive and free. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and Utena turned to face Kiwi, her expression full of concern.

"Kiwi... What's going on? Why did you say that?" she asked, squeezing Kiwi's hand gently.

Kiwi looked down for a moment before meeting Utena's gaze with a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Utena. I know it was sudden, but I could sense where things were headed with Korisu. So I decided to just skip ahead and accept her desire. Plus, she seems like a nice girl, and she is on our team." She rubbed her arm nervously as she spoke, feeling guilty for not consulting Utena beforehand.

Utena's cheeks flushed pink at the assumption, caught off guard by Kiwi's surprising insightfulness. Her thoughts tumbled and stuttered as she tried to form a response. "I... But... I wasn't planning on accepting right away... I wanted to speak with you about her first."

Kiwi simply shrugged, a frown forming on their face. "Yeah, I figured. You saw her place, all those toys?"

Utena pressed her lips together tightly, recalling the emptiness of the apartment that had left a lingering impression on her. "Y-Yeah... It must get pretty lonely for her. I wanted to be there for her as a friend, but..."

"Do you think she needs more than just a friend?"

Utena paused, considering Kiwi's question carefully before answering. "Honestly, I think she does. She seems alone most of the time. I don't think her mother is around much either. I don't want her to be lonely anymore." The weight of concern in Utena's voice was palpable as she thought of the girl who seemed so isolated in her own world.

Kiwi let out a heavy sigh, her hand instinctively reaching into her pocket to retrieve the small star she always carried with her. As she gazed at its twinkling surface, she couldn't help but reflect on her current situation. "We are quite the ragtag bunch, aren't we?" She spoke softly, almost to herself. "A girl consumed by her desire to be the cutest in all the land - and let's be real, I am the cutest - but still, an ultra cute and sexy loner with no one to call a friend." She paused, feeling a pang of loneliness in her heart. "And then there's Korisu... a girl so desperately starved for companionship that she would join an evil organisation just for the sake of having someone by her side." Her voice trailed off, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.

Kiwi gazed intently at the sparkling Star of Enormita in her hand before gently tucking it back into her pocket. "Well, now we can be there for her," she said with a determined nod. "But first, what shall we do with Korisu? A sloppy make out session, perhaps? Or maybe some fingering and spanking? And of course, cuddles afterwards." The mischievous glint in her eye hinted at the wild night ahead as they prepared to celebrate with their friend.

Utena's cheeks flushed with a warm, rosy hue as she stepped up to Kiwi and firmly pressed her back against the wall. The heat of their bodies radiated between them, igniting sparks of passion that danced in Utena's eyes. Slowly, she slid her arms around Kiwi's body, savoring the feeling of their soft curves melding together. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, fueled by a deep and unquenchable desire for one another. With every touch and caress, their love grew stronger, like a flame that could never be extinguished. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies dancing to the rhythm of their love.

Baiser influence emboldened Utena with a fiery passion that only grew with each passing day. Without hesitation, she deepened the kiss, her long tongue eagerly seeking entrance into Kiwi's mouth. Their tongues entwined in a passionate dance, igniting a blazing heat between them. Utena couldn't help but notice that even outside of her transformation, her tongue had grown longer and more skilled, adding an extra layer of excitement to their already intense kiss. She could feel every touch and taste heightened, as if Baiser had unlocked a whole new level of sensuality within her.

For what seemed like an eternity, Utena pressed Kiwi against the smooth, cool wall, her arms wrapped tightly around their waist. The taste of their lips lingered on hers as she revelled in the intimate embrace. Finally pulling back with a wet pop of their parted lips, she took a moment to catch her breath and admire Kiwi's flushed complexion and slightly swollen lips. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she spoke, "There... That's for the kiss you and Korisu shared... I suppose even I get jealous at times." Her voice was husky, filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. As hypocritical as it was, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Kiwi sharing such intimacy with someone else, but she pushed it aside, content in the fact that they were together now.

Kiwi's breathless giggle rippled through the air, a playful sound that elicited a mischievous smirk from Utena. "Pwehh... Wow... Maybe I should kiss other girls more often if it means you'll do that," she teased.

Utena couldn't resist any longer, her hand reaching down to boldly grasp a handful of Kiwi's firm rear through the fabric of her school uniform. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan. "Be careful... Push me too far and who knows what I'll do..." she warned playfully.

But Kiwi was not one to back down from a challenge. Her eyes widened with excitement as she replied, "Haa... Don't threaten me with a good time..." Their banter was cut short as they both leaned in for another heated kiss, their bodies pressed together in an irresistible embrace. It was clear that they couldn't resist each other any longer, their desire igniting into flames that could not be tamed.

The passion between Utena and Kiwi only grew stronger as they continued to explore each other's bodies. With every touch, every kiss, their desire for one another burned hotter and hotter. They were lost in each other, consumed by the intensity of their love.

Utena's hands roamed freely over Kiwi's body, tracing every curve and dip with a feather-light touch. She could feel her own arousal building with each passing moment, and she couldn't resist the urge to grind her hips against Kiwi's in a slow, sensual motion. The friction sent shivers down her spine, and she let out a soft moan against Kiwi's lips.

Kiwi responded eagerly, her own hands wandering over Utena's body as they continued to explore each other. Their kisses became more desperate and urgent, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they gave into their desires.

But just as things were getting heated between them, the sound of footsteps from further in the stairwell reached their ears

"Shit... We have to stop..." Utena panted out reluctantly, pulling away from Kiwi. "Someone might see us..."

Kiwi groaned in frustration but nodded in agreement. "Yeah... Can't have anyone finding out about our secret makeout spot," she joked with a wink.

Utena couldn't help but laugh at the comment before giving Kiwi one last lingering kiss before straightening up her clothes and fixing her hair. "Let's go somewhere more private," she suggested with a sly smile.

Kiwi smirked back before taking Utena's hand.

They felt their mistress' will brush against them as they continued their patrol around Nacht base. The two bound demoness' had just finished restraining another of their kind for their mistress to convert to their side when they felt Magia Baiser, their lady, reach out through their magical and psychic connection. They felt her will and basked in the warmth of her presence. They felt her commands, they would be ready to prove themselves in battle. When the time came.

Utena opened her eyes as she lay in her bed. There was another demon to convert to her use as her minions had reported. It was still a strange feeling to have minions, but then again, what evil villainess didn't have minions, or goons, or underlings. Leopard and Alice weren't any of those things, they were more like her lieutenants. Tonight was the night to find out how strong these minions were. When Tres Magia was inevitably drawn out into battle with her and the others, she would have to contend with her empowered demons.

They were strange creatures. Thanks to her power over them, she could see through them, see into them, and unlike her other creatures that had been formed from inanimate objects or plants, these things had thoughts. As far as she could tell, they were sentient, but at the same time they weren't. She remembered how it felt the first time she took command of one. It felt as if her will had filled an empty void inside them, as if they were a blank slate until her power had entered them. Their thoughts now were like an almost imperceptible white noise in the background of her mind. Something that sat there always reminding her of their presence even when untransformed. That was the part that worried her.

The sensation of being able to feel them, touch their thoughts, see through them, and command them even in her untransformed state was unsettling. It defied all logic and reason, causing a nagging worry at the back of her mind. Was this a side effect of the dark magic she wielded as Magia Baiser? Or perhaps it was something that was supposed to happen, but she had no way of knowing for sure. She couldn't confide in Venalita, not when the creature held so much blackmail over her and everyone else. The mere thought of sharing her concerns with the mascot made her skin crawl with unease.

She shook the thoughts from her head and sat up before taking out her Baiser phone. It was 10:50, almost time to meet up. She was sure that Kiwi was probably at the hideout already and was waiting for her and Korisu. She wondered if the young teen was going to show up to help. Utena hoped she would. She flipped to her news app and glanced for any headlines she would care for. There were a few, and they made her once again wonder if she went too far with Sulfur before she killed that thought

"Sulfur takes Villain's breath away."

"From villain of the week to partner for life?!"

"Scandal Rocks Magical World as Sulfur and Villainess Caught in Love Nest"

"Too hot for TV: Heroine and Villainess Caught in the Act"

The news media was relishing the leaked video, their headlines and broadcasts plastered with sensationalised clips. She felt the familiar urge to burn down the studio rise within her, but she quickly pushed it back down. No, such violence was not the answer. She wanted to win over the hearts of her beloved magical girls through love and seduction, not become an arsonist.

She absently tapped at her phone, sending off a cheeky snitter post to distract from her inner turmoil. Finally, she put her phone to sleep and rose from the comfort of her bed, determined to face the challenges ahead with grace and determination.

MagiaBaiser EnormitaBaiser "Oh, Magenta, Sulfur, Azul - your valiant efforts only make me admire you more. But how about we ditch this hero-villain dynamic and meet under the moonlight for a little mischief and magic? Intrigued? ✨? #WickedRomance"

*Fooooshhh*

Utena let out a whisper of magic and will into her star, and a swirling portal of black and purple mist opened up in front of her. It was time to get to work.

A few moments passed before she walked into the now illuminated room of their hideout. Utena glanced up at the fluorescent lights above her with curiosity, then turned her attention to a large closet-like structure on the side that was filled with wires and a display screen. The installation of the solar power and battery bank was complete. They finally had their own private space to use whenever they pleased. But with all the necessary purchases for this hideout, Utena couldn't help but think that the money Enormita had gotten from their first heist was looking a bit depleted.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a flying Kiwi-shaped projectile heading straight towards her.

"UUTEEENNNAAA!"

"Huh? W-Waaaiiiiggg"

The dark haired girl was swiftly bowled over by the shorter girl, her body colliding with a thud against the ground. Before she could even react, Kiwi had crawled on top of her, straddling her hips with a smug smile on her face. "Looks like I didn't knock your socks off, huh?" she taunted playfully. "Maybe next time." Her words trailed off into an unspoken suggestion as she began to slowly grind and writhe her body against Utena's. The air around them felt charged with electricity, their bodies moving in a tantalising dance. "Ehehehe... Maybe we should forget about the heist and just stay in tonight," Kiwi suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye. She reached down towards Utena's chest, her fingers trailing teasingly over the fabric of her shirt as the dazed girl looked up at her with a mixture of confusion and desire.

Kiwi's frenzied attack upon Utena's young, supple body was abruptly halted as a slender pair of hands reached around from behind her and fiercely grabbed hold of her breasts. The small hands wasted no time in finding and squeezing her sensitive nipples, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Kiwi. "Aaaaahhh! Oww oww oww! Okay okay! No hanky panky right now!" she pleaded, quickly releasing Utena from her grasp.

Korisu, the culprit behind the interruption, stepped around Kiwi to peer down at Utena with an amused expression. Kiwi blushed and nervously tapped her fingers together, attempting to appear contrite. But Utena remained sceptical of her apologies as she dusted herself off and regained her footing.

Utena's eyes narrowed into a smoky, half-lidded gaze as she fixed Kiwi with a sultry stare. The blonde froze in place, captivated by the intensity of her gaze. "I should really be more on guard," Utena said, her voice low and seductive. "One of these days, maybe you will find yourself caught in Baiser's grasp when you jump me."

Kiwi's grin widened at the thought, and she returned Utena's stare with one of her own, filled with playful desire. Korisu watched them with fascination, feeling a rush of heat from the sudden sexual tension in the air. She shivered slightly, torn between curiosity about what might happen and knowing they already had plans for the day. The slender blonde waved her hands in the air to try and get their attention, breaking through the charged atmosphere.

Utena and Kiwi turned towards the shorter girl, their romantic thoughts momentarily interrupted. Korisu stood with her cellphone in hand, displaying the time - it was already 11pm.

"Korisu is right," Utena stated confidently, letting her inner Baiser persona shine through. "We have important matters to attend to." She gave Kiwi a sly grin before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a glimmering golden star, about the size of an apple.

Kiwi blushed and giggled, mirroring Utena's expression as she pulled out her own star. "Hehehe... I can't wait either, Baiser. Let's make sure to leave a few more dents in that bed frame after we finish our business." The two girls shared a playful look, their affection for each other evident in their teasing remarks.

Korisu pumped her fists and took out her Star of Enormita. She gave them a thumbs up, she was ready for crimes.

"Trans Magia."

"Trans Magia."

"Trans Magia."

Three flashes of light filled the room as the three villainess' transformed into their alternate selves. Baiser reached up to her left cheek and felt where the stars on her skin were. She had checked herself in the mirror earlier and Kiwi had been right, there were now two stars on her left cheek now. Though she loathed consulting with the Mascot that had her under its thumb, she had texted Venalita about it. Stars were power, the more you had the more magic you had at any given time. The strength and surety of her transformation flowed through her and now that she knew what it meant she could feel the increase in power as if she had reached a new milestone. 'I'll have to test myself out, hmmm, I wonder who my dance partner will be tonight. Will you come back for a rematch, Sulfur? Will you attempt another olive branch, Magenta? Will I get to tease and lead you around by the nose Azul?'

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Baiser conjured up a dark portal and a sly smile spread across her face as she stepped through. Whoever she faced in battle, she knew it would be an exhilarating experience.

The trio of notorious villains emerged onto the rooftop of a towering building right in the heart of the bustling city. As they surveyed the sea of twinkling lights below, Baiser reached into her magical abilities and produced a hand-drawn map. "Last time I did this alone, but with you two by my side, we're sure to succeed," she proclaimed. "Our mission is to secure funds for our ongoing operations, as well for snacks and toys. Remember, no harming civilians - you can certainly give them a good scare though," she chuckled wickedly.

Leopard flashed her pearly white teeth in a wide grin and gave a perfect salute to her leader and lover. "Yes, my queen! Warning shots only!"

Blue flames danced along Alice's fingertips as she conjured up her newly repaired cheshire cat doll. The light radiated out of her like a halo, her magic flooding into the doll and causing it to grow to a towering ten feet tall. Its once soft and harmless features changed and transformed into monstrous sword-like claws on its hands. The slender girl climbed up onto its head with grace and confidence, giving Baiser a thumbs up and a look that was both serious and filled with excitement. Her eyes glinted with determination as she prepared for battle beside her queen.

"Good, now let's get to work." She said before pulling a number of heavy duty looking duffle bags out of a portal. "Split up and hit your targets, if you fill your bag or think you might lose it drop your bag into a portal to the hideout then reconvene at Rakuten Mobile Park, we should have about 10 minutes before Tres Magia gets here."

The succubus gracefully drew out her star-tipped riding crop, its silver handle glinting in the moonlight. With a foot planted confidently on the edge of the tall building, she swept her crop through the air in a dramatic flourish.

"Now go, my Enormita," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed command. "Bring me my dear magical girls."

Leo and Alice's excitement was palpable as they let out a cheer, their eyes shining with anticipation. In unison, they took off into the night sky, their movements both loud and silent. Baiser smiled at her comrades-in-arms, her heart thrumming with eagerness. With a mighty leap, she spread her strong wings and joined them in flight, eager to reunite with her beloved girls once again.

"Wahahahah! That's right! Run from me! Fear the mighty Leopard!" Leopard's maniacal laughter echoed through the streets as she ran, brandishing her derringer like a prize. Her wild eyes gleamed with excitement as she tossed harmless smoke bombs in every direction, causing chaos wherever she went. Baiser had given specific orders not to harm anyone, but that didn't stop her from playing up her role as a notorious villain of Tres Magia - the one who struck fear into the hearts of the city's citizens. She revelled in the thrill of being on the wrong side of the law and causing mayhem. As long as no one was hurt, she saw no harm in it. The exhilarating rush of power and freedom fueled her actions as she continued to wreak havoc on the unsuspecting city.

Baiser's crop and magic allowed her to effortlessly transform an ATM into a submissive monster, spewing out its contents at her command. However, Leopard's powers were not as delicate, and simply blowing up the target would not achieve her goal. Luckily, she possessed the superhuman strength of a magical girl, making it simple for her to smash and tear apart the machine's facade. Metal groaned and protested as she exerted her force, locks giving way under her grip until the inner workings were exposed. With a satisfied grin, she pried off the faceplate to reveal the machine's hidden treasure. Inside, plastic lockboxes containing the desired items awaited her claim.

With a quick, practised flick of her fingers, she easily disengaged the latches on the four boxes before her. Each one held a different denomination of bills, carefully organised and stored in varying degrees of neatness. This was a satisfying haul for her first hit of the night, and she allowed herself a small smirk as she began to gather the cash into her bag. The crisp scent of freshly printed bills filled her nostrils, and she couldn't help but relish in the thrill of her successful heist.

Leo cackled gleefully as she swiftly grabbed the money and stuffed it into her bag, her wings flapping furiously as she lifted off into the night sky. The thrill of the heist surged through her veins like a drug, filling her with an intoxicating sense of power. She had a few more targets to hit before meeting up with her fellow thieves at their designated rendezvous point. As she soared through the dark city streets, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to pull off a real bank robbery. She could almost feel the rush of adrenaline as she and her crew executed a perfect heist, just like in the movies. The thought sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't wait to see where her daring escapades would take her next.

Nero Alice stood in front of the quaint toy store, her eyes sparkling with mischief as one of her beloved monster plushies worked diligently behind her, expertly prying open an ATM on the opposite side of the street. Glancing furtively from side to side to ensure no one was watching, Nero pointed a small finger towards the storefront. With a graceful leap, her hulking cheshire cat companion bounded forward and unsheathed its razor-sharp claws, effortlessly slicing through the door with fluid precision, sending shards of metal and safety glass flying.

Excitement bubbled up inside her, like a fizzy drink ready to burst. She stepped through the doors of the store, heedless of the blaring alarm, and took in the wonderland before her. Dolls of all sizes and shapes filled the shelves, alongside playsets and plush animals in every variety imaginable. It was a child's paradise, and she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as she explored. Minutes later, she emerged with her arms overflowing with new stuffed animals, each one bringing a smile to her face. As Cheshire scooped her up into its arms, she could feel her connection to them pop into being. New toys to play with always made her so happy.

She knew that Utena wouldn't mind her taking a few toys, especially since she had left behind some newly acquired 10,000 yen bills on one of the checkout registers. After all, Alice was always such a good girl.

Magia Baiser looked up as she felt a tug in the back of her mind. She felt them out there in the night, Tres Magia was on the move now. A smile curled her lips as she hucked a duffle bag into a portal she created. With a wave of her hand she released the creature she had made out of a bank atm and rose up into the air. "Oooohhh... There you are... Yess come to me my dear Tres Magia, come and show me your strength."

This night had gone better than her first, the groundwork of plotting her course ahead of time was working wonders. With all three of them working together she was sure their organisation would have plenty to work with for a while. "Wahahaha!" she put on her best evil villain laugh and flew off towards the meeting point. She was sure Leopard would have sensed their presence as well and would be on her way. Alice was still very new and she wasn't sure if her magical senses had come in yet. Still she should be along soon, she thought.

It only took a minute of flight to reach her destination, a field built for playing baseball games that had a few spectator stands for people to watch from. Baiser could hear the increasingly familiar sound of helicopters in the air. The presence of the authorities and the media using the air to observe their battles became an ever more frequent sight. She knew better now than to be careless. She didn't want yet another video getting out about her magical girls.

Baiser touched down in the stands only a dozen seconds before Leopard descended from the sky to stand next to her.

"Hoooo! That was so much fun! Hey hey! We should try robbing a bank sometime, that would be so cool!" Leopard filled Baiser in on how things went on her end, how she had ripped her atms open and how she had scared everyone off. The curvy girl was very proud of herself and the sight of seeing Leopard so happy brought a smile to Baiser's face.

"You did exceptionally well, Leo. I am filled with pride for you," she murmured, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around the other girl's bare waist. A small smile played on her lips as she leaned in, her hand reaching down to grasp a handful of Leopard's rear. Her other hand lifted to gently cup Leopard's chin, lifting it up to meet her gaze.

A sense of possessiveness came over her as she gazed at her beloved Leo. She would have rewarded her properly if not for the impending arrival of the magical girls they were waiting for. But for now, this touch and praise would have to suffice as a reward. "Do not doubt that I will reward you properly, my dear Leo. You are just as much mine as Tres Magia is. You have accepted your rightful place by my side."

Leopard couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment as she leaned into the embrace, wiggling happily in her mistress' grasp. The praise alone was enough to make her heart flutter, but the possessive touch of her lover's hand on her body sent shivers down her spine. She belonged to her mistress, and nothing could make her happier. "Oh fuck...we have time," she purred, eagerly anticipating what was to come next. "You can do me right now."

A sinister chuckle echoed through the air, cutting off any further discussion. "Hmhmhmhmh... I'm afraid there is no time. Our adversaries are already here," the villainess warned.

Barely a few seconds passed before both villainesses turned to witness two members of Tres Magia gracefully descending onto the field, their feet lightly touching down about thirty feet away from them. With practised ease, Alice and her Cheshire cat followed suit and landed behind Leopard and Baiser.

The succubus couldn't contain her delight as she watched the arrival of her rivals. Her arms slipped off of Leopard's shoulders, giving the mad bomber a playful smack on the rear before strutting down the steps of the stands. "Well well! Look who decided to crash our party! My beloved girls! Oh, how I've missed you these last few days." Her seductive voice dripped with desire and wanting like a sweet poison. Her hips rolled with that same unfailing confidence she always had on display. Her tail swaying and whiping behind herself in a show of eager excitement.

With fierce determination, Azul and Magenta stepped forward, their gazes locked onto the villainess before them. Their expressions were hardened, embodying the true nature of their roles as indignant heroes. "Baiser!" they exclaimed in unison, voices filled with accusation and anger. "You have a lot to answer for this time!"

Magenta's fists clenched at her side as she continued, "Why did you do that? Why did you create that video with Sulfur? Do you have any idea how much pain and sadness you caused her?" The passion in her voice was palpable, reflecting the deep hurt felt by her teammate.

Baiser's confidence faltered as the realisation hit her that one of her girls was suffering. The knowledge weighed heavy on her heart and she leaned against the rails, as if seeking support from them. The succubus exhaled heavily and closed her eyes, trying to compose herself.

Azul's eyes burned with anger as she glared at Baiser. "We ARE furious about your activities tonight, but our concern for our comrade outweighs that. We demand answers from you, or do we have to rip it out of you." Behind Baiser, Leopard and Alice stood tall and strong, ready to defend their leader.

Baiser's hand absentmindedly ran over the smooth surface of the railing as she looked down at the ground. She couldn't meet their accusing gazes, knowing deep down that they were right to be upset. But she couldn't back down now, not when everything was at stake.

With a determined look on her face, Magenta manifested her spear and aimed it at Baiser. Her usually cheerful demeanour was replaced with a mix of sadness and anger, a rare sight for the bubbly girl.

"Why did you do it?" she questioned, her voice filled with hurt and confusion. "I thought... I thought you liked us. That's what you said before. That's what you told Sulfur, that you loved us..."

Baiser heard the slight stutter in Magenta's voice, a crack in her usual confident facade. She gazed down at the two magical girls in front of her, feeling a pang of guilt and regret.

"Is that why I only see two of the three before me?" Baiser asked quietly, her voice laced with sorrow. "Has Sulfur been so hurt by my actions that she couldn't bear to face me?"

The thought of Sulfur being in such emotional turmoil because of her was almost too much for Baiser to bear. She clenched her fists, feeling the weight of guilt weighing heavily on her chest.

"It hurts to know that Sulfur is in such a state," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Was she so deeply wounded by that video going public that her fire has completely burned out? 'I'll burn it all down... I'll destroy that entire studio...' The arsonistic thought crossed her mind again in the heat of the moment."

She tightly shut her eyes, struggling to contain the fiery anger bubbling inside of her. She knew that now was not the time for outbursts. If only Sulfur were here, she would offer a comforting embrace and maybe even let her take a swing at her in frustration. "I do love you," she spoke through gritted teeth, her voice strained with emotion. "Oh, how I love you girls. I could never wish harm upon you, not in a hundred years." Her words were sincere, but she could tell they were met with doubt. "You can choose to believe me or not, but I did not intend for us to be filmed or for our actions in that room to be exposed." Her sad expression transformed into a sly smirk. "If only I had known that camera was still active. I would have either destroyed it in a fit of rage, or taken it with me and indulged in all its secrets alone."

Tension thickened the air as Baiser's words lingered between them. Azul and Magenta locked eyes, their gazes unrelenting as they weighed each other's thoughts. After what felt like an eternity, they turned back to face Baiser.

"I...After everything you have said and done...I believe you." Magenta's voice trembled as she spoke, her spear slowly lowering to her side. She placed a hand over her heart, as if shielding it from further pain.

Azul's jaw clenched as she looked at Baiser, her expression conflicted. "As much as I want to believe you're a monster, I agree with Magenta. You may have your flaws, but I don't believe you would stoop so low as to harm Sulfur. Not after seeing how tenderly you treated her in that video."

Baiser chuckled, breaking the tension in the air. "Hmmmm...So you saw it? What did you think of our little performance? Did it entertain you at least?"

It had. Both Azul and Magenta blushed furiously, embarrassed to admit that they had been captivated by the intimate display of affection between Baiser and Sulfur.

"No!"

"No!"

"Hehehe... Liars..."

The pair blushed furiously, their cheeks turning a deep shade of red at being so brazenly called out. Basier's voice was smooth and seductive, sending shivers down their spines.

"W-Well what are you going to do to make things right, Basier?" one of them stammered, trying to regain composure.

Basier let out a low chuckle, leaning back in her chair with a devilish grin. "Hmmm? What am I going to do? Nothing. I stand by everything I did in that room. I will never apologise for giving one of my dear girls such pleasure and attention." She lifted a hand to casually beckon the two heroines closer. "And it's something I would be more than willing to give to both of you as well. Why don't you come with me and I'll show you just how much I adore and cherish you both." Her words dripped with sensuality, luring them in like moths to a flame. The air around them seemed charged with electricity as they considered her offer, their hearts racing with desire and uncertainty.

Azul raised her sword and pointed it at the succubus. Her face was flushed but her expression was absolute. The same could not be said for her heart. It beat hard in her chest at the prospect of getting that kind of treatment after being teased for so long. She pushed that feeling down though, now was not the time. "That video aside, you still rampage through town, scarring civilians and robbing the city. We won't stand for that"

That made Baiser grin and stood up straight again. She brought out her riding crop and flourished it through the air. "Well then! I suppose that means our little Q/A is over, how about we get this dance underway shall we..."

Magenta and Azul raised their weapons, ready to go to battle even if they were outnumbered, but Baisers voice stopped them.

"Oh... But before we begin... You will not be fighting me... Oh no... I have arranged different opponents for you..." She raised a hand and snapped her fingers. A portal opened up at the same moment she sent a mental command to her demons to come to her.

Emerging from the portal were two menacing demons, their dark skin glistening like obsidian in the dim light. Tres Magia recognized them as foes she had battled countless times before, but these versions were markedly different. Gone were their bulky, musclebound forms – now they possessed sleek, feminine figures with hourglass curves and toned muscles. They moved with an alluring grace, accentuating their wide hips and thighs, narrow waists, and voluptuous breasts adorned in leather bikinis and bondage gear. Their faces were covered by masks that bore sensual, sweeping lines and canted eyes, their long scarlet ponytails swaying behind them. Thick leather collars adorned their necks, each bearing a golden star as a symbol of ownership. Tres Magia steeled herself for another intense battle with these formidable adversaries.

The sight of them instantly put the girls of Tres Magia on guard. Azul took a step back, the odds were quickly becoming worse for them. As if being outnumbered by Baiser, Leopard and Nero Alice was bad enough, now she had demons under her command. "What the... Those creatures... So you are the one that sends them to wreak havoc?!"

These demons, while different in appearance, were undeniably of the same kind that had run amok and caused destruction and death before Magical girls like themselves rose up to defend against such creatures. Now Baiser had them at her beck and call, she didn't want to believe that Baiser had been responsible for the attacks by these creatures in the months leading up to Baiser's own reveal.

Baiser waved her hand with a flick of her wrist, a nonchalant gesture as if she were dismissing a pesky fly. "Oh no no no," she said with a coy smile, "you misunderstand, Azul. I have merely claimed these two creatures as my own. As for those random monster attacks, they are none of my doing. No, think of these beasts as my prized pets, and I am eager to see how they will fare in battle. I know, it may be disappointing not to face me directly, but fear not, I will make sure to join the fray once I have seen enough." Her voice was laced with a hint of amusement and anticipation, like a cat playing with its prey before striking.

"Baiser wait!" Magenta took a step forward and watched the succubus carefully. "We don't have to do this, I want to talk about before, that time back at the park."

Baiser stared at her and smiled before shaking her head and laughing. "Hehehehe... Oh Magenta. I adore you. I would love to have a nice long... talk, but I'm afraid that's just not in the cards. I 'can't' do that right now." she said with emphasis. She hoped that Magenta would get her meaning.

She wished she could indulge in Magenta's plea, but she knew that her damnable shoulder devil was almost certainly watching. Magenta didn't know that there was a sword hanging over her head as well. On the other hand, part of her was sure that Magenta would probably shrug off that threat in the spirit of a true magical girl. But still, that was a threat against them that she would not allow to fall on them if she could help it. She didn't know if Venalita was bluffing or not.

With a flourish of her hand, the two menacing demons let out guttural howls and sprang into action. Their powerful muscles rippled as they charged towards their opponents, ready to fight until the bitter end.

"Alice, my dear, would you be so kind as to referee the match between Magenta and my pet? I simply cannot bear to see my beloved creature destroyed." The succubi's ruby lips curved into a mischievous smile as she gazed at the slender teen before her. "And if you do me this favor, I promise to reward you handsomely."

Alice saluted in acknowledgment and pointed ahead with determination. Her faithful Cheshire cat bounded forward, eagerly engaging in the fierce battle between Magenta and the monstrous demon.

"Leo, shall we go observe Azul? It promises to be quite an interesting confrontation."

Leopard pouted, a hint of disappointment flashing across her feline features. "Aw, are we not going to join in on the fun today? How disappointing."

Baiser's long tail swished back and forth as she rose gracefully into the air, turning to face Leopard and extending a hand towards her. "Do not fret, my dear Leopard. We will have our turn once the test is completed." She chuckled wickedly, her eyes glinting with anticipation for the chaos and destruction that was sure to follow.

The leopard snorted and reached for her girlfriend's hand, intertwining their fingers with a firm grip. "Well, if you say so. But girl, this is so unfair. It's basically five against two," she said with a sly smile that revealed her teeth, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her girlfriend, Baiser, couldn't help but let out a laugh in response. "Hehe... Well, as you said, we are the 'bad' girls."

"Damn right we are!"

A mischievous smile spread across Baiser's face as she reached into the depths of her magical power, pulling out a milky white ball with a small wick at the top. With a sharp crack of her crop, she unleashed the ball and it transformed into a large, semi-liquid monster made entirely of wax. Baiser beckoned to her creation, gracefully sliding two fingers into its head before releasing a stream of dark mana that coursed through its body. The creature let out a primal moan, its form twisting and contorting until it resembled an exact replica of Baiser herself. The only difference was a lone black star adorning its forehead, glowing like a chocolate coin in the dim light. The scent of melted wax and dark magic filled the air as Baiser revelled in the power of her creation.

Baiser, the real one, delicately cupped her clone's cheek and examined it closely, taking in every detail. The softness of the clone's skin against her fingertips was almost indistinguishable from her own. With a simple thought, she commanded the clone to carry out its given task. The clone reached up and gently clasped Baiser's hand against its cheek, a tender gesture that mirrored Baiser's own affectionate touch. Finally, the clone turned and took flight towards Alice and Magenta, its wings beating with graceful ease as it glided through the air towards its destination.

"There we go, that should be fun."

Leopard watched the Baiser shaped monster go off with curiosity. "What was that for Baiser? Did you want to make it 6 on 2?"

With a sly smile, Baiser shook her head in amusement. "Oh no, this is just another test," she said confidently. "I cannot bear to leave Magenta without my guiding touch, so I have sent a special clone over there to indulge for me." Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, "It will act just like me and when it returns, I should be able to absorb its memories of what it experienced."

Leo's excitement was palpable as she waved her arms in the air, nearly drooling at the thought of having her own personal Baiser clone. The possibilities were endless and thrilling. She could hardly contain herself as she exclaimed, "OH OH! I WANT ONE TOO!" The idea of her girlfriend being able to create a perfect copy of herself was both alluring and awe-inspiring.

Baiser let out a throaty laugh, her voice like velvet and honey as she sauntered over to Leo. Without warning, she delivered a sharp smack to Leo's backside, eliciting a surprised yelp from her girlfriend. The succubus ran her hands possessively over Leo's body, savoring the softness of her skin and the curves of her figure.

"You already have one," Baiser purred, her lips inches from Leo's ear. "She's right here in front of you." She leaned in closer, fangs glinting mischievously. "But I could be convinced to create another for our next play session...turn you into a Leopard sandwich, perhaps?" Her words were accompanied by a seductive wink.

Leo moaned at the thought, her mind racing with all the delicious possibilities that having two Baisers at her disposal would bring. Imaginations of their bodies entwined with hers flooded her mind - one kissing and nibbling at her neck while the other pleasured her with their mouth. Or both taking turns tying her down and lavishing her with kisses and bites. Even the simple image of cuddling in bed with both of her girlfriends had Leo feeling warm and tingly inside. The idea of being spoiled by two Baisers was almost too much to handle.

"Leo, dear, you're drooling again. Come now, let's focus for a little longer. We can have some fun in a bit," Baiser scolded with a playful glimmer in her eyes.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just lost in thoughts of our double Baiser fun times," Leo replied with a sheepish grin.

Baiser couldn't help but smile at how adorably in love Leo was with her. She gave him a quick kiss before slipping away and taking to the air, her wings gently flapping as she drifted towards the heated battle between Azul and her demoness opponent. The sounds of clashing blades and grunts filled the air as the two sparred with ferocity, their movements fluid and precise. As Baiser approached, she could feel the energy crackling around them, the intensity of their magic radiating outward. It was a mesmerising sight, one that Baiser couldn't tear her eyes away from.

CLANG

Azul skillfully blocked a powerful strike from the demon, her frozen sword meeting the creature's steel banded club with a loud clash. She quickly sidestepped and countered, pushing against the demoness' weapon with all her strength. The magical girl had not expected her opponent to wield a baseball bat as a weapon, but she was unphased and ready for close combat.

As their weapons clashed, Azul could feel the raw power of the demons coursing through them. Each strike sent vibrations up her arms and through her body, causing dirt and grass to fly into the air from the sheer force. Despite their ferocity, Azul knew that these demons were not like their wild counterparts - they had been enhanced by Baiser's magic. It was clear that he had claimed them for his own and made them even stronger than before.

The sheer force behind the creature's swings was not the only thing that made it formidable. Unlike the wild, frenzied attacks of demons she had battled before, this demoness moved with calculated precision and seemed to be studying her every move, as if searching for weaknesses in her defences. It sent a chill down her spine. These creatures possessed an intelligence that far surpassed their predecessors. 'Why would Baiser create such powerful beings?' she wondered aloud. 'On one hand, she claims to have no intention of harming us, yet she unleashes these monsters upon us.' The thought lingered in her mind like a dark cloud. As she faced off against the creature, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and fear at its strength and cunning tactics.

With narrowed eyes, Azul focused her magic and sent a whisper of it into the hilt of her sword. The blade glowed with an icy blue light as she swung it towards the demoness. A powerful wave of frost shot out from the tip, hurtling towards its target. But the monster was prepared and braced itself, unleashing a fierce counterattack of dark magic. The clash of the two forces created a deafening explosion that shook the ground beneath their feet. As the dust and smoke cleared, Azul let out a breath and raised her sword again, ready for another round. Despite the danger and fear coursing through her body, she couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the adrenaline rush of battle. It was certainly better than being subjected to Baiser's unwanted advances in a fight against her, or at least part of her thought so. Part of her couldn't deny the thrill of their lascivious dance, while the other part was disappointed that Baiser was simply observing like some queen watching gladiators fighting for her favor.

Her crimson eyes snapped to the succubus, perched on the railing of the stands about 20 feet away from her. A satisfied smirk played on the seductress's painted lips as she casually observed the chaos below. Beside her, Leopard lounged with a bored expression, though the way she ran a hand up and down Baiser's thigh hinted at her true intentions. Asul tore her gaze away from Leo and back to Baiser, their eyes locking in a sizzling stare. The succubus grinned, exposing sharp fangs, and playfully waved a hand before blowing a kiss in her direction, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Azul's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tore her gaze away from the alluring succubus. She knew she couldn't afford to be distracted by such temptations, especially not against this formidable opponent, and certainly not when Baiser was watching her every move. With determination burning in her eyes, Azul tightened her grip on her sword and unleashed a powerful wave of ice towards the dissipating cloud before swiftly darting forward and to the side. She was no longer willing to be seen as weak or easily swayed by her desires. "I refuse to lose again," she vowed silently, her heart pounding with determination. "Too many times I have fallen, too many times you have exposed my weaknesses. But not this time."

The demoness met her ice strike with a blast of her own and turned in a rush of motion to try and block Azul's attack. The force of Azul's strike pushed her back a step as she brought her steel banded club to block. 'MAGICAL GIRL MAGICAL GIRL. MISTRESS WANTS, MISTRESS HUNGERS. WILL BRING, MAKE SUBMIT.'

The scarlet haired monster let out a shriek and its eyes glowed purple as the mouth of her mask shone with the same light. Magic spiked and a beam of dark magic blasted forth from the demoness' mouth right at the magical girl from point blank range.

Azul's eyes widened as she jumped to the side as fast as she could. But it was not fast enough, the beam of energy clipped her and sent her rolling across the ground as the energy exploded across the ground, tearing earth and grass up in a long furrow. The blue themed magical girl rose to her feet and looked down at the smoking ruin of her dress. Half of it had been scorched away by the attack and left her whole right side open to the air. The skin of her waist, hip, ribs, and side breast was red and burned by the energy that struck her. The pain is minimal thanks to her transformation but it still ached and stung.

Baiser grinned as she watched the two fight. This empowered demon was putting up a good fight against Magia Azul. Their capabilities seemed to have been expanded a fair bit from being taken in by her. This was good, she needed a base of power under her if she wanted to overcome any that would seek to destroy HER girls. She wanted to be able to respond with overwhelming force should the need arise for it, such was deserving to anyone that wanted to take what was hers away. Baiser all but let out a whistle when Azul's clothes were burned away.

Baiser raised an arm and cheered for the showing of skin. "Yeah! Take it off sexy!" She loved watching her girls get striped in their fights. To lose a little clothing here and there, but keep fighting despite the ever increasing amount of skin showing. Baiser looked at Azul's feet and saw a scrap of white and blue cloth around one of her thigh high clad feet. One of the sides of their panties had been burned away to nothing and let the rest of the garment slip off her lovely legs. She licked her lips at the thought and sight of the now pantyless Azul. The urge to jump down and join in the fray was so tempting. Sometimes sticking to the plan was a buzzkill.

The magical girl's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she glanced over at Baiser, trying to hide her flustered state. She reminded herself that now was not the time for distractions. "If you're so enamoured with my fighting skills, why don't you join me in the ring?" Azul challenged the succubus boldly.

In response, the demoness suddenly backed away. Azul tensed, ready to pursue and continue the fight, when she heard a pair of thumps to her left. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Baiser and Leopard had leapt down from above and were making their way towards her. The succubus wore a confident smirk, exuding an air of superiority and dominance like a lion on the prowl. A mixture of worry and excitement coursed through Azul's body, signalling that the real battle was about to commence after this warm-up round.

A sly grin stretched across Baiser's face as she approached, a crop in hand and a fierce determination in her eyes. She felt the strength coursing through her body, more powerful than the last time she had faced Azul one on one. That third star now marking her face was a clear symbol of her increased might. The Tres Magia, on the other hand, had no such marks adorning their bodies. Baiser knew this well, having explored every inch of their forms, and had found no trace of any symbols. It left her wondering about the true nature of their powers, a mystery she was determined to uncover.

A deep, primal desire burned within her as she watched Azul fight off a powerful demon. She knew that their strength as protectors of the city would need to increase in order to maintain their position, but for now, she wanted to savor some much-needed fun. After all, she hadn't given Azul the proper attention she deserved since their interrupted fight in the city plaza. Her mind wandered to the thought of having the busty girl's tall, curvy body pressed against hers, squirming under her touch. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she spoke up with a playful tone, "Azul, my dear, I think it's high time we had some fun together. Don't you agree? You saw what Sulfur and I did, it was quite stimulating. And I would love nothing more than to give you the same treatment. All you have to do is surrender yourself to me, submit to my touch, and I promise to make you feel so good."

Azul shivered, her skin prickling with anticipation and fear. She couldn't help but gulp as she thought back to the video she had watched, over and over again in secret. Her friends didn't know, and she didn't dare tell them - it was her own private guilty pleasure. As she raised her sword, images and sensations flooded her mind - the touch of a succubus, the tingling pleasure that came with submission. But she clenched her jaw, pushing back against those dangerous desires. "I have to be strong," Azul told herself sternly. "I have to fight, I can't let these feelings overtake me." The temptation lingered like a seductive mist, but Azul steeled herself for battle.

Leopard's gaze trailed over to Baiser, her heart quickening as she watched her girlfriend strut confidently across the room. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she admired the way Baiser commanded attention, her dominant presence radiating from every move she made. 'Aaahhh. She's so hot when she cranks up the dom!' Leopard couldn't help but think, a surge of desire rushing through her at the desire to have Baiser sit on her face.

As the succubus sauntered towards them, Leopard couldn't help but be entranced by her aura of confidence and power. Every movement exuded a seductive grace, from the way she walked to the smooth words that effortlessly flowed from her lips. Baiser's presence was intoxicating, and it never failed to captivate Leopard.

With a wicked smile and mischievous glint in her eyes, Baiser turned her attention back to Leopard, causing her heart to flutter with anticipation. But first, they had to deal with the two magical girls standing before them. It would be satisfying to see them kneel at Baiser's feet, accepting their place as her concubines while Leopard stood proudly by her side.

Once filled with hate for these girls, Leopard now relished the thought of their defeat. Baiser could have her concubines but SHE was going to be her wife. That was a certainty to the ash-blonde girl. "Oi Azul, not lookin so hot. You sure you want to fight us two on one? Just give up now, toss that lame sword away and kneel already. No way you're gonna win."

Azul grit her teeth and took a deep, calming breath as she faced the two villainesses. Despite the overwhelming odds against her, she refused to give up. She kept her composure, not allowing their hurtful words to show on her face as they taunted and jeered at her. But each time they told her to submit and kneel, a pang of unfulfilled desire nagged at her core. She couldn't imagine giving in and kneeling before her enemies. After all, what kind of self-respecting magical girl would do such a thing? Baiser, with her perfect blend of cuteness and seduction, radiated an irresistible sexual confidence that drew Azul in despite herself. And oh, those kisses - they were like magic, melting away any doubts or resistance. But Azul knew that she couldn't let herself be swayed by Baiser's charms - after all, she was still the enemy, a villainess from Enormita who had terrorised innocent civilians and stolen from the city tonight. As a magical girl, it was her duty to stand against such wrongdoing.

She tried to ignore the insecurities that had been building inside herself over the last weeks. Every time Baiser made a move she either only teased her, or went after Magenta and Sulfur. Azul knew it was silly of her to be envious of her friends for something like this, but part of her wondered if Baiser didn't like her, that she would rather spend her time playing with the other members of Tres Magia, that she was just in the way. "I... I can't do that... I'll fight you whenever you appear. Even if I lose, I'll still fight you." Regardless of her insecurities and how her heart was pounding in anticipation for what might come, the resolute girl kept her sword up and ready. If Baiser wanted to toy with her then she would have to put in some work.

"Tisk, looks like we have to do this the hard way." Leo grumbled and lifted her gun. "How about we teach this girl a lesson Bais, I think she needs to learn her place, on her knees."

Baiser couldn't help but squirm nervously as she looked at the beautiful magical girl standing only a few feet away from them. Despite being unable to sense her emotions clearly from this distance, Baiser could still feel the intensity and determination radiating from Azul. The cracks in her facade were evident, but she remained steadfast and refused to back down. Baiser felt a swell of pride for her darling Azul, admiring her courage and strength in the face of such danger.

But beneath the surface, Baiser could also taste hints of anticipation and longing within Azul's emotions. She knew that despite the temptations and desires swirling within her, Azul was holding onto her restraint and refusing to let her desires control her actions. It was one of the reasons why Baiser had fallen in love with these girls - their unwavering willpower and inner strength in the face of temptation.

A shiver of excitement ran up Baiser's spine, causing her to bite down on her lip in anticipation. Her tail lashed behind her, swishing back and forth like a wild animal as she watched Azul with hungry eyes. The mere thought of widening the cracks within this girl, breaking down her walls, and seeing her vulnerable and begging for more sent a thrill through Baiser's body. She could almost taste the power she would have over Azul once she had broken her down completely.

Baiser longed to see Azul on her knees before her, pleading for mercy and love. She yearned to see the fire in Azul's eyes turn to adoration and desire as Baiser showered her with affection and pleasure. To watch that unwavering resolve shatter under her tender hands and gentle touch was Baiser's greatest desire.

"Oh Leo," Baiser purred, turning to her partner with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I believe you may be onto something. Let us show this girl the error of her ways. Let us show her our love." A wicked grin spread across Baiser's face as she imagined the possibilities.

"Oh my dear Azul," Baiser cooed, reaching out to cup the girl's chin in her hand. "I fear I have been neglecting you for far too long. But do not worry, I promise to make it up to you...in every way possible."

The brief respite from the relentless battle was over, signalling the return of ferocious combat. Baiser wasted no time in launching herself forward with determination and fierce intent. Her riding crop, sparkling with pulsing purple-black magic, swung through the air with deadly precision towards Azul. As it sliced through the air, a pink fire erupted from its tip, fueled by pure unbridled lust and desire.

Azul's scarlet eyes widened in fear as she recognized the dangerous power behind this attack, having experienced its effects firsthand in their previous encounter. Reacting quickly, she propelled herself off the ground and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the destructive flames that threatened to consume her willpower. She knew better than to attempt blocking such an empowered strike, for the consequences could be just as devastating as a direct hit. It was wiser to evade it completely.

As the tension mounted, Leopard's sleek form crouched in preparation for attack. Suddenly, a shimmering portal appeared above and behind her, revealing the massive barrel of a shotgun. With a deafening roar like a cannon, it unleashed a spread of magical buckshot towards Azul, the blue themed magical girl.

But Azul was quick to react. With a swift motion, she raised her icy sword and swung through the air, slicing through a pair of magical blasts aimed at her. The remaining shots exploded against the ground all around her, sending shards of ice and sparks flying in every direction. The battlefield crackled with energy as the two powerful forces clashed in a dazzling display of magic and skill.

CRACK

Agony ripped through Azul's body as the sharp, star-shaped tip of Baiser's riding crop landed with a resounding crack on her exposed rear. The pain was searing, but it was nothing compared to the prickling sensation of pleasure that followed in its wake. Despite the discomfort, Azul gritted her teeth and refused to let out a sound, determined to show her opponent that she was not easily defeated. She spun around with fluid grace, her sword at the ready, only to find Baiser already darting away with blinding speed. For a moment, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills.

Azul could see the unbridled excitement gleaming in Baiser's gaze, cheeks flushed and lips parted in a wide grin. It was clear that the succubus was thoroughly enjoying this fight, far more than she had enjoyed watching from the sidelines. As they clashed once again, Azul couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration for her opponent's tenacity and skill.

"Oh Azul, you'll have to be more careful! There is so much more where that came from!" 'Hmm... That sensation... What was that just now, something beyond the moment of pain... was it pleasure?' The succubus flitted away from her prey as another barrage of buckshot came from Leopard to stagger the magical girl.

The two villainess' pressed their attacks against the lone heroine. Staggering blasts from Leopard and wicked slaps from Baiser's crop battered Azul over and others. Every time there was an opening Baiser would dart in and land a stinging smack against the curvy magical girl's ass, thighs, belly or breasts. Each time a spike of pain and heart fluttering pleasure ran through her. After the dozenth stitch strike Azul was panting and shivering. She was utterly on the defensive now, but even so, she knew Baiser and Leopard were just toying with her now. They could finish her off any time they wanted. It was embarrassing to be so at the mercy of her nemesis, and yet that damnable voice in the depths of her heart was elated. Part of her loved this, loved to have Baiser's attention on her so completely.

The moon cast a silvery glow over the battlefield, illuminating Azul's relentless form as she darted and weaved through the chaos. Her sword flashed in the dim light, slicing through the air with deadly precision. The exhaustion was starting to set in, but she refused to give up. Leopard and Baiser continued their unrelenting attacks, wearing down her defences with each strike. Every time Baiser's whip landed on her skin, Azul felt a sharp mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her body, heightening her senses. Despite her determination to protect herself, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Baiser's aggressive displays of dominance, her mind torn between fear and fascination.

Baiser, sensing Azul's weakening resolve, decided to ramp up her assault. She summoned a crackling wave of dark energy that crashed against Azul, sending her stumbling back. The succubus then pounced, her body coiled with energy and her crop held tightly in hand. As she struck again and again, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the dimly lit room. Each blow was calculated and precise, leaving not only physical marks but also emotional scars on Azul. With each stinging strike, more of Azul's dress was torn away, revealing skin that was now flushed red from Baiser's repeated attacks. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear as the two women engaged in their intense battle.

Leopard joined in, unleashing a stream of magic projectiles that forced Azul to dance around them. The magical girl's breathing grew ragged as she struggled to keep up with the relentless assault. Finally, it was all too much. The magical girl fell to one knee as the panted and shivered from her raging emotions and desires inside her. She cursed those attacks of Baiser's, it was so unfair when each strike painted a sweet seed of lust inside her like that. Her thoughts were a jumble of confusion and desire as she gazed up at the succubi's triumphant face. Azul braced herself for another attack, a finishing blow, but it never came.

The sound of whipping filled the room as Baiser called off her attack. She walked confidently towards Azul, her hips swaying seductively with each step. Her eyes blazed with an unquenchable passion as she looked down at one of her beloved magical girls. The sight of Azul, dishevelled and drenched in sweat, only added to Baiser's desire. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste of arousal that filled the air. As she got closer, she could feel Azul's body trembling with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and she let out a shuddering sigh of satisfaction. It was clear that Azul was enjoying this, her desire radiating from her every move. Baiser couldn't help but be fascinated by the other girl's lewdness, she hadn't even hit her once with her Desidario magic, yet here she was, lost in a state of pleasure. 'She enjoys this, she craves a good whipping...how lewd,' Baiser thought to herself, unable to resist the alluring power of Azul's submission.

Baiser's seductive voice purred in excitement, her pupils dilating with arousal as she swayed her hips to the pulsing beat of the music. The energy of her magic crackled around her, filling her with a heady sense of power and desire. A familiar instinct tugged at her senses, the same one that had saved her from falling during her first attempt at flying and aided her in battle against Leopard. It was the innate connection to her magic, guided by her inner desires and subconscious, or perhaps even her inner succubus lending a hand. With a willing surrender, Baiser allowed herself to be swept away by the waves of dark magic emanating from within her.

The teal-haired magical girl stood, tense and wary, her piercing blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on her nemesis. Her body was battered and bruised from their intense battle, yet she couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline at the mere thought of facing this powerful foe. As she watched the succubus saunter towards her with a wicked grin, she couldn't help but compare herself to Sulfur. She was sure that Sulfur had put up a far better fight before succumbing. She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy as she reflected on her own weak performance in the fight. 'I barely did anything,' she thought bitterly, 'while she effortlessly toyed with me.' The realisation of her own weakness weighed heavily on her mind, causing her to question her abilities and strength as a fighter.

Azul gritted her teeth and fought back the shame she felt at her own shortcomings. She wanted to be stronger, to be more like her friend. Maybe then Baiser would show more interest in her.

Her eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the succubus stumble for just a breath, her movements suddenly unsteady. A feeling washed over her, causing her own breath to catch in her throat. As Baiser's star-shaped pupils morphed into hearts, they seemed to emit a soft, pale pink light from within. The change was fleeting and lasted only a moment, but it left the heroine wondering what it could possibly mean. Before she could fully process the thought, the feeling pulsed through her again, dragging her senses along with it like a powerful current. She was unable to resist its pull and surrendered herself to its alluring grip.

Fire bloomed in her chest and heat began to spread through her veins like a soothing warmth as if she was sipping a big mug of hot chocolate. She shivered and shuddered before letting out a sigh as that warmth filled her body. Thoughts slipped away from her as she basked in that internal heat, at the same time she shivered as the sting of her many lashes grew more acute, more vivid. With that sting pain came yet more of that silvery pleasure. 'Why am I bothering... I should just let it happen... I can't stop her anyway... Baiser is too strong... I hope she will make me feel good at least...'

As the haze of sensation and desire consumed her, only a few scattered thoughts managed to break through. They were overshadowed by a deep sense of acceptance, though at first it was begrudging and mournful. But as the unknown power delved deeper into her, those thoughts transformed into something softer, more pliant and open. Like clay being moulded by skilled hands, she could feel herself changing under its influence. Every fibre of her being tingled with anticipation for what was to come next.

Baiser took slow, calculated steps towards Azul, her hips swaying in a hypnotic gait that seemed to pull the magical girl closer. Her gaze never wavered from Azul's, and with each step, she could feel her dark magic flowing off of her and towards her prey. The air was thick with anticipation, and Baiser could sense the shift in emotions as the distance between them shrank foot by foot. The shame that once consumed Azul had been smothered by a deep sense of acceptance, and buried beneath it were desires that were now sprouting and coming to the surface - a delicious flavor for Baiser to feast upon. As they stood face to face, the succubus could practically taste the yearning and longing emanating from Azul's very core.

"You're breathtaking when you fight, Azul," Baiser purred, her voice like velvet caressing the air. "So graceful, so elegant and poised. I adore watching you challenge me." But Baiser wanted more. She wanted to see all of her, every side of her. "Show me all your lovely faces," she urged, taking slow steps closer to the heroine. In response, Azul rose to her feet, despite the exhaustion in her weary muscles. She couldn't look away from her enemy, couldn't tear her eyes away from the stunning succubus before her. The air was charged with tension and desire as they stared into eachothers eyes. And as Baiser closed in on her, Azul's heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration, unsure of what fate awaited her at his hands.'Beautiful? No... Magenta is prettier than me... Sulfur is stronger than me... I'm..."

Baiser's long, slender fingers brushed against Azul's cheek, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. As their touch lingered, Azul felt her mind begin to fog over, like a thick mist settling over a quiet forest. But this was no peaceful haze - it was an insidious darkness, seeping into her thoughts and smothering them with a forceful energy. Her doubts and fears were pushed down and drowned by Baiser's seductive powers, like a tide of irresistible lust sweeping over her mind

At first, it was just a whisper, a gentle probing that teased at the edges of her consciousness. But with each passing moment, the sensation grew stronger, until Azul felt like she was drowning in a sea of desire. She felt Baiser's hands cup her cheeks and hold her gently. Her red eyes looked into those golden orbs and sank into their glittering depths. 'Baiser... So incredibly beautiful, so gentle... Why had she been resisting? Magenta had told them that Baiser loved them, that they meant no harm... So it must be alright, right?'

For a moment, she struggled against the dark magic pulsing through her. But it was futile; the tendrils of power were relentless as they wormed their way deeper into her mind, delving into her deepest desires and most forbidden fantasies. Her insecurities were tucked away into a neat little box and locked away, no longer able to hold her back, at least for a time. The memories of her encounter with the succubus at her family shrine flooded back in vivid force, overwhelming her senses. She could almost feel Baiser's phantom touch roaming over her body once again, sending shivers down her spine. The memory of their intense battle in the plaza returned to her, a tantalising moment when Baiser had her completely at her mercy, bringing her dangerously close to an otherworldly climax. Countless nights she had replayed that moment in her mind, wondering how it would have ended if they hadn't been interrupted. As she gazed into the golden depths of those star-crossed eyes, Azul couldn't help but whimper and feel her will slipping away under the enchantment of Baiser's magic.

Azul's mind was in turmoil as she questioned her actions and emotions. 'What am I doing? Why am I feeling this way?' Her inner voice pleaded, but it was overpowered by the rising tide of longing within her. It roared through her veins like a fierce cacophony, demanding to be heard.

Despite her attempts to hold onto her anger, it slowly dissipated under the relentless probing of Baiser's magic. Azul couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to give in to the succubus's desires, to let go of her pride and allow herself to be consumed by the villainess who had already made the once-proud Sulfur beg for her touch.

As Baiser leaned in closer, her breath tickling Azul's ear, a shiver ran down her spine. She knew she should be fighting back, resisting the seductive pull of the succubus, but every nerve in her body yearned for more. She craved the sensation of those hands on her skin once again - caressing, squeezing, and spanking her tender flesh.

"You're so helpless and adorable like this," Baiser purred, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation as she whispered in Azul's ear. "My little plaything." The words sent a rush of arousal through Azul's body, making resistance even more difficult.

The words felt like a key, turning the lock on a door deep in Azul's mind. A flood of forbidden thoughts and desires burst forth, tearing down her walls of restraint. She was swept up in a whirlwind of passion and need, unable to resist the pull towards the dark and alluring world of Baiser. What would it feel like to surrender? To give in to her deepest cravings and let go of her inhibitions? The thought sent an intoxicating thrill through her veins, making her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation. 'Just this once,' she thought to herself, giving in to the temptation that called out to her.

But a part of her still resisted, screaming internally against the dangerous path she was considering. "No! I can't, I shouldn't," she cried out, trying to silence the growing din of desire within her. But it only grew louder, drowning out her doubts and fears as it pushed her closer and closer towards the edge of temptation.

Baiser's strong, slender fingers tangled in Azul's hair, pulling her closer into a fierce embrace. She could feel the darkness seeping into her mind and heart, drawing her deeper into the succubi's grasp. The two girls looked into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity, their gazes locked in an intense exchange. Crimson and gold swirled together in a hypnotic dance as their lips drew closer and closer together, their breaths mingling and heating up the space between them.

Azul couldn't quell the nagging question in her mind - why was she allowing herself to be consumed by this intoxicating creature? But it was too late, she was already ensnared in a web of seduction and desire, her fate now entwined with Baiser's. As their lips finally met, their separate worlds dissolved and merged into one, lost in the sinful pleasure of a succubi's kiss.

Just as they were fully immersed in each other's embrace, another pair of arms and hands joined in on the fiery passion. Leopard leaned in with a playful hint of envy and a touch of jealousy in her voice.

"Come on, love birds," she purred with mischief dancing in her eyes. "I may have given my approval, but that doesn't mean I want to be left out of the fun..." With a sly flick of her wrist, she opened a portal and pulled them all inside, away from any prying eyes or judgmental gazes.

—-

The trio stumbled out into a dark room of the hideout, their eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. On one side, a neatly made bed sat against the wall, while on the other stood an empty bed frame that rested upright. Baiser and Azul's heated kiss was interrupted as they were pulled apart by a change of scenery. The succubus playfully stroked Azul's cheek before pushing her towards Leopard, who caught the magical girl effortlessly, while she strutted confidently towards the waiting bed frame.

In the dimly lit room, Leopard's wine-red eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as she pulled the taller girl closer into her strong embrace. Her voice, a sultry blend of tenderness and threat, cooed into Azul's ear. "You see, busty," she whispered, "our beautiful Baiser has some special plans for us tonight. And they involve a little more... extravagance than just ravishing you out in the open." The air was heavy with anticipation and a subtle hint of danger. Leopard's fingers traced circles along Azul's back, sending shivers down her spine. Baiser's name hung in the air like a promise of something wild and alluring. Azul couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement and fear at what was to come.

A devious smile crept across Baiser's face as she approached the bed frame. Her fingertips trailed along the cold metal as if it were an old friend, but their touch was laced with dark intentions.

With a flourish of her hands, swirls of deep purple and inky black magic coiled around her fingertips before snaking down the length of her riding crop.

With confident grace, she raised the weapon and struck the frame, infusing it with dark energy. She watched with twisted delight as the metal shivered and transformed under her spell, contorting and twisting into new shapes.

The once ordinary bed frame now pulsated with an ominous aura, alive and charged with a malevolent power. It stretched upwards and outwards, forming intricate bindings and shackles adorned with thorny patterns that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

Baiser stepped back to admire her creation — a living torture rack that exuded both allure and danger. "Now," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let's see how our strong-willed Azul fares against such exquisite craftsmanship." The air in the room crackled with anticipation at the sight of this twisted masterpiece.

Leopard, grinning broadly at the spectacle before her, shoved Azul towards the animate contraption. The magical girl's eyes widened initially in fear, but there was an unmistakable flicker of curiosity — perhaps even excitement — as she stepped closer to the device. Before she could rethink her position, the rack sprang into action.

Swiftly and smoothly, tendrils of metal snaked around Azul's wrists and ankles, pulling taut until she was suspended in an artful spread-eagle pose. The bindings were tight but crafted to tantalise rather than harm; they caressed every curve of her body provocatively. Azul gasped not from pain but from the unexpected sensation of the cool metal against her skin, which seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Leopard clapped her hands together in delight while circling the magical girl like a predator eyeing its prey. "Looks perfect! What do you think, Baiser? Doesn't our lovely Azul make a delectable sight?"

Baiser approached, her presence commanding as always. She ran a finger gently along one of Azul's bound arms, causing the magical girl to shudder under her touch. "Absolutely enthralling," Baiser affirmed with an approving nod. "Our Azul is indeed a delight — one that will soon learn the breaking point between resistance and surrender."

As Leopard joined Baiser by the rack, their shadows merging in the flickering light cast by distant candles, they shared a look of dark intent mixed with undeniable lustful hunger for their captive. Tonight was not merely about domination or play — it was an exploration deeper into their tangled web of desire and power dynamics.

"In time," Baiser murmured as she leaned forward and stroked Azul's cheek gently before firmly cupping her chin and making her look into her golden eyes, "I think you'll find this experience... enlightening." Her voice was both promising and dangerous—a siren's call to let go of inhibitions and dive into the depths of their sinful game.

Azul's heart pounded against the confines of her chest, her breath hitching as Baiser's fingers trailed with deliberate slowness down her cheek, sending shivers cascading through her body. The air between them charged with electricity, a storm waiting to unleash. Those golden eyes stared into hers, hypnotic and commanding, and Azul felt a dangerous pull towards the abyss that was Baiser's desire.

With a suddenness that left Azul reeling, Baiser's lips crashed against hers, fierce and unyielding. It was not just a kiss; it was a claim, a fiery meld of passion and power that seared through Azul's defences. The succubus's tongue delved deeply, assertively exploring every contour of her mouth, coaxing Azul to respond despite the turmoil swirling within her. The intensity of the kiss left Azul breathless, her mind fogged with an intoxicating blend of fear and fervor.

At her side, Leopard's presence added another layer of complexity to the charged atmosphere. Her fingers danced provocatively along Azul's sides, slipping beneath the tatters of her once-immaculate dress. She toyed with the hem, grazing her hands across Azul's thighs, igniting patches of fire wherever she touched. Leopard's exploration was bold and unapologetic, each touch a mix of adoration and possession as she traced contours with a familiarity that suggested both reverence and dominance.

Azul's resolve flickered like the candles illuminating their dark sanctuary. Each caress from Leopard amplified the heat from Baiser's kiss, weaving a potent spell that tugged at her senses. Her body betrayed her, responding to their touches with an embarrassing eagerness that contradicted the scream for resistance in her mind.

The struggle within Azul was palpable; a tumultuous battle between duty and desire. But there was something undeniably raw and addictive about the way Baiser kissed her – as if she were something precious and fiercely coveted. And Leopard? She was the wild card, her touches sparking an exhilarating danger that challenged Azul's every inhibition. The duality of their attentions – Baiser's commanding seduction meshed with Leopard's playful exploration – threatened to dismantle her defences piece by tantalizing piece.

As Baiser finally broke the kiss, leaving Azul gasping for air but hungry for more, she whispered with a devilish smirk, "See? There is wonder in succumbing to what frightens you most." Her voice threaded through the shadows like silk, dark and promising.

Leopard leaned in close from behind, her breath hot against Azul's ear. "Let us show you how glorious surrender can be," she purred seductively.

Caught between two forces of chaotic passion, Azul's resistance crumbled under their expert ministrations. She found herself sinking deeper into their embrace, into the complex labyrinth of fear and desire that they wove around her so effortlessly. Tonight was indeed an exploration — an exploration of boundaries pushed and desires acknowledged in Magia Baiser's tender embrace.

Baiser's hands moved with the precision of a seasoned temptress, deftly untying and loosening the intricate laces and ribbons that held Azul's elegant outfit together. The fabric, already damaged from their earlier skirmish, whispered to the ground like a fallen curtain, leaving Azul's skin bathed in the moonlight filtering through the cracks of the abandoned warehouse. Leopard's fingers traced patterns on Azul's exposed shoulders before slipping down to explore further, her actions more erratic and unpredictable compared to Baiser's calculated movements.

Leopard, ever the unpredictable storm, grinned widely and slipped her hands under the loosening garment, her touch like sparks as she helped peel away the layers of resistance Azul still held. The dress slithered to the ground with an almost ceremonial rustle, leaving Azul bare and breathless, her skin goosebumped under the cool air of the hideout.

The twin flames of Baiser and Leopard circled their disarmed prey with a predator's patience. Baiser's hands explored every inch of Azul's body, tracing the smooth curves and valleys with a sense of ownership. They eagerly roamed over her figure, kneading and squeezing at her ample round breasts, running along her waist and hips, and grasping at handfuls of her plump rear. Each touch left a fiery trail of desire in its wake, igniting a passion between them that burned like a wildfire. She pressed her body against Azul's front, feeling the heartbeat race beneath the creamy surface of her skin. "So lovely."

Leopard, not content to be outdone, danced her fingertips delicately along Azul's spine, sending shivers rippling across her flesh like a thousand tiny electric shocks. The sensation was both tantalising and frightening, a promise of something more if Azul were to succumb to their irresistible allure. She kneaded at the knots in tense muscles with expert precision, coaxing them to unravel one by one until Azul's body sagged against Baiser for support, completely relaxed and pliant under Leopard's skilled touch. Every movement was calculated and deliberate, as if they were playing a seductive game of cat and mouse, with Azul as the willing prey.

Whispers filled the air — dark velvet sounds that wrapped around Azul like a cloak. "You're ours tonight," Baiser murmured into her ear. The words were both a claim and a caress, heavy with authority and desire. "At my mercy, and this time I don't have any reason to stop."

Baiser captured Azul's mouth again in a kiss that bordered on conquest. It was deep and consuming, leaving no room for doubts or second thoughts. Under their combined attentions, Azul felt herself melting into a pool of warmth and confusion — scared of how much she wanted this; terrified of how little she wanted them to stop.

She gave into their kisses willingly, her body responding to each touch with increasing fervor. Baiser's hands roamed freely over her bare skin, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her completely. She could feel Leopard's hot breath against the nape of her neck as the other woman trailed kisses down her spine, sending shivers down her spine. As they continued to explore every inch of her body with their hands and lips, Azul's mind became hazy with pleasure. She surrendered herself completely to the sensations coursing through her, revelling in this new experience that felt both exhilarating and frightening at the same time.

But even as she let go of all inhibitions, a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her that this was all just temporary. That she should resist, should try and break free of them. But another sinful voice whispered back that this was exactly what she wanted, and no one was here to see her give in. The temptation was too much and she gave herself over to Baiser and Leopard completely, letting them take control and guide her through this journey of pleasure.

Their hands became more demanding now, pressing firmer into the soft flesh of her body. Fingers pinched and rolled sensitive peaks in a rhythm that drove all coherent thought from her mind. A moan escaped Azul's lips into Baiser's mouth—a sound of capitulation that seemed to fuel their intensity.

Baiser's tongue danced with Azul's, dominating the space between them, tangling and twisting with a fervor that mirrored the chaotic emotions swirling within both women. Her grip on Azul tightened, hands roaming with audacious possession over curves that quivered beneath her touch. One hand boldly captured Azul's breast, fingers pressing deeply into the soft flesh, claiming it with a squeeze that was both rough and achingly sensual. Her other hand slid down the small of Azul's back to grope her ass firmly, pulling her closer, erasing any space that might have still existed between their bodies.

The kiss deepened, and Baiser's control seemed to seep into Azul's very bones, her forceful touches dictating the rhythm of their movements. Each grope was possessive, a silent declaration of Baiser's desire to own her completely. The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated sent a thrill through Azul, the mix of fear and excitement mingling into a heady potion that clouded her thoughts.

In this whirlwind of desire, Azul was lost to the world around them. The sounds of the hideout faded into a distant hum, overshadowed by the sound of their mingled breaths and the soft noises of their urgent explorations. Baiser's touches were insistent now, her movements imbued with an animalistic intensity that left no room for resistance.

As their lips parted with a slick pop and a string of saliva connecting them, Baiser gazed into Azul's flushed face with a mischievous grin. Her voice, a sultry purr that seemed to vibrate through the charged air between them, taunted her lover. "So eager, my dear Azul," she said, revelling in the power she held over her. "You melt under my touch so easily, like ice in the heat of the sun." The intensity between them was palpable, each touch and word sending sparks flying. It was as if they were caught in their own private world, consumed by desire and longing for one another.

Azul felt a hot flush spread further across her cheeks, both from embarrassment and the undeniable arousal that pulsed through her body. Her breaths came out in short, ragged gasps, the cool air of Nacht Base contrasting sharply against her heated skin. Despite her inner turmoil and the blush staining her cheeks, there was an unmistakable glint of desire in her burgundy eyes—a silent admission that Baiser's dominance was what she craved.

Seeing the effect she had on Azul only spurred Baiser on. With a predatory gleam in her golden eyes, she beckoned Leopard over with a crooked finger. Leopard approached, her movements cat-like and graceful, with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I think she likes what we do to her, what a slut."

Without warning, Baiser's hand descended sharply across Azul's exposed thigh, the sting of the slap making her jump and emit a surprised moan. Leopard joined in quickly, her own hands eager as they roamed over Azul's body, pinching and groping with reckless abandon. Baiser grinned, her eyes dilating as she assaulted Azul's body. "She doooooes… Oh I can taste her desire Leo."

Grasping her riding crop, Baiser conjured it out of thin air with a flick of her wrist. The tip of the crop swished through the air, slicing through the hushed silence before landing decisively on Azul's exposed buttocks. A sharp gasp escaped Azul's lips, quickly morphing into a moan of mixed pain and pleasure. The sting of each smack reverberated through Azul's body, sending sparks of fiery delight cascading through her veins. "She wants it!" Baiser declared triumphantly, her voice laced with an intoxicating mix of dominance and desire.

'No I don't!' 'It feels so good'

As Baiser and Leopard continued their rough ministrations, each slap and pinch was matched by Azul's uncontrollable reactions—her body arching instinctively towards the source of pain that paradoxically fuelled her pleasure. Her breasts bore the brunt of several sharp smacks that left them flushed and tender, each hit causing ripples of ache that bloomed deliciously warm inside her. It was overwhelming, the pain, the arousal, the raw excitement. Her feelings for the succubus sang in her heart at finally getting the attention she desired.

Baiser grinned wickedly as she observed Azul's reactions with hungry eyes. She could sense every little tremor and moan from her lover, knowing exactly what buttons to press and how to push her to her limits. Leopard, ever the playful one, teased Azul further by tracing light kisses down her spine while Baiser continued to dominate her from behind.

A sharp, stinging slap landed on Azul's inner thigh, causing her to gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation radiated through her body, setting her skin on fire and sending shivers down her spine. "You like it rough, don't you my dear?" Baiser purred, her voice low and husky as she leaned in close to Azul's ear. Her breath was hot against Azul's neck, sending a wave of arousal through her body.

Azul could only nod weakly in response, unable to form words as she was consumed by overwhelming sensations. Each strike of the riding crop sent waves of heat and electricity surging through her body, building up an intense pressure that threatened to burst at any moment.

Leopard's lips trailed up Azul's spine until they reached her neck. She nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there, adding another layer of sensation that made Azul feel like she was on fire.

Azul could no longer distinguish where one touch began and another ended. The blend of ache and delight was intoxicating, overwhelming her senses until she existed only in this singular moment of raw intensity. Her moans became continuous, spilling from parted lips as each strike stoked the fire that Baiser and Leopard had ignited within her.

This dance of domination and submission continued as Baiser's riding crop orchestrated a cruel symphony upon Azul's body—a testament to their twisted yet fervent game of love and control. In this space where pain meshed seamlessly with pleasure, Azul found herself succumbing completely to the dark allure she'd fought against but now recognized as an intrinsic part of who she was and who she desired to be under Baiser's commanding shadow.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of lust and yearning, each smack from Baiser's crop sending her deeper into the throes of this intoxicatingly sinful vortex. The once considered enemy was now her lover, her dominatrix, searing her with pain that transformed promptly into pleasure. Leopard's soft kisses and teasing bites were a comforting contrast to Baiser's harsh yet titillating strikes. An unusual harmony formed by the two opposing forces evoked deep within Azul a hunger she had never known before.

Azul's body arched and writhed under their skilled ministrations, surrendering willingly to these new sensations that blurred the line between pleasure and pain. Leopard moved to whisper sweet nothings in Azul's ear while Baiser continued her cruel yet thrilling assaults on Azul's exposed skin. The mix of Leopard's tender affection and Baiser's ruthless dominance made Azul's heart pound in her chest, amplifying the heady rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Each slap from Baiser was accompanied by a soft groan or whimper from Azul, punctuated by sharp gasps as Leopard would unexpectedly nip at sensitive skin. Azul's world was reduced to the hot, painful pleasure coursing through her body, each strike pushing her closer towards an edge she hadn't realised she was inching towards. She felt suspended in this realm of exquisite torment, tethered only by Baiser and Leopard's touch that sent hot flashes coursing through her body.

Baiser finally dropped the crop, leaving Azul panting and trembling beneath them. Her beautifully reddened skin was a canvas painted with their shared desires—one that they relished etching their marks upon. But even as the crop clattered harmlessly to the ground, it didn't spell relief for Azul.

Leopard grinned knowingly at Baiser before both succubus cupped Azul's breasts simultaneously, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation. Azul cried out hoarsely as they began to knead and tease her hardened nipples. The pleasure was intense, leaving Azul breathless and struggling to keep up with the sensations inundating her.

Baiser's tail came into play next, slipping slithering around her thighs, a stark contrast to the spent crop. It dared venture closer and closer to Azul's centre that throbbed in anticipation. Azul moaned helplessly as the tail started to tease her there, each gentle stroke sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.

Azul was on a rollercoaster ride of sensations, each crest threatening to push her over into a blissful abyss. Baiser continued to drive her wild, her actions spurred on by the wholesome cacophony of gasps, moans and whimpers filling the room.

Azul was teetering on the brink when Leopard leaned forward to claim a fierce kiss from Azul. Their tongues danced while Baiser focused on driving Azul over the edge. The combination of their combined affections soon had Azul spiralling down into an intense climax.

Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she cried out their names in a breathless, throaty moan. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets below her, balled into tight fists as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her. Her entire being was consumed by the ecstasy coursing through her. "Baiser... Leopard," she gasped, her voice breaking on their names amidst the pleasurable aftershocks that continued to ripple through her.

Neither Baiser nor Leopard immediately eased their ministrations. Instead, they rode out Azul's climax with her, prolonging the sensations until they started to fade, leaving Azul trembling and spent beneath them.

Baiser's tail finally withdrew from between Azul's thighs, its movement slow and languid. The succubus herself leaned forward, pressing a searing kiss against the nape of Azul's neck, just below where Leopard's lips had peppered soft kisses. Simultaneously, Leopard pressed a lingering kiss to Azul's temple before pulling back slightly so Baiser could have her moment.

"That's my good girl," Baiser whispered into Azul's ear, her voice laced with satisfaction and affection as she . She nuzzled into Azul's hair, taking a moment to enjoy the way Azul shivered in response even after their intense session.

The succubi's tail thrashed with anticipation as she panted, admiring the battered and sweaty body of her beloved magical girl. Her curves were so alluring, her skin soft and pale. The succubus could empathetically taste Azul's arousal in the air, fueling her own desire to continue their passionate encounter. Baiser's hands tenderly caressed Azul's cheeks, bringing their eyes to meet in a fiery gaze of red and gold. With a gentle pull, Baiser drew Azul into another irresistible kiss.

Their lips collided with the force of pent-up desire and dark magic; Baiser's touch was electric, sparking flames wherever her skin met Azul's. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing a ballet of dominance and submission as Baiser expertly manoeuvred to coax sighs and moans from the depths of Azul's throat. The succubi's hands roamed over Azul, mapping every dip and curve with a possessive familiarity that left no room for resistance.

Meanwhile, Leopard moved stealthily behind the entwined pair. Her fingers traced patterns on Azul's thick thighs, slowly inching upwards until they found their target, her dripping sex. The sudden intrusion of Leopard's fingers made Azul gasp into Baiser's mouth, a mix of shock and pleasure flashing across her face. But before she could protest, Leopard's skilled digits began their dance, teasing and probing in rhythm with the crescendo of their kiss. Each touch milking another aching whine or shuddering groan from the overstimulated girl.

Azul's body betrayed her; pleasure cascaded through her veins like wildfire, threatening to consume her resolve. Each stroke from Leopard's fingers pushed her closer to the edge, while Baiser's scorching kiss swallowed her moans. The dual assault was relentless — an erotic battle where surrender seemed both inevitable and sweet as honey.

Baiser's hand drifted down to soothe the heated skin where her crop had marked its territory earlier. Gentle strokes alternated with firm grips as she explored Azul's responsive body, each touch erasing pain and replacing it with aching need. Her golden eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction as she felt Azul melting under their combined attention.

As tension built, Baiser's kisses trailed from Azul's lips down her neck to her collarbone, each kiss and lick imprinting possession and promise. The sensation of cool air hitting her wet lips snapped Azul back to reality for a moment — a stark reminder of how much she had allowed herself to drift into this intoxicating sea of sensation under Baiser's guidance.

Leopard increased the pace of her fingers, coaxing forth deeper, more desperate sounds from Azul. The air around them thickened with the heat of their bodies and the sweet scent of arousal. Just as Azul felt herself teetering on the brink of release, Baiser pulled back and with her, so did Leopard. The succubi's eyes locked onto Azul's in silent command. It was clear she held the reins to their dance of desire — deciding when and how intensely each wave of pleasure would crash over them.

Baiser's voice was a sultry whisper against Azul's ear, "Let go for me, my dear magical girl. Surrender to the pleasure you crave so much. Beg me for it."

And with those words echoing in her mind, mixed with the relentless pleasure provided by both her lover and her tormentor, Azul felt herself spiralling into an abyss of ecstasy. As she finally shattered under their touch, it was clear that Magia Baiser had not just claimed victory in their little game but had also claimed a piece of Azul's soul that would forever yearn for more.

The aftershocks of Azul's surrender rippled through the room, a tangible energy that seemed to saturate the very air they breathed. Baiser's smile was both triumphant and tender as she watched Azul tremble, her chest heaving with each labored breath. Leopard stepped back, her own eyes wide with excitement and a hint of envy at the intimate connection shared between her leader and the magical girl.

Azul's mind was a haze of confusion and elation. Part of her—the dutiful part—screamed that this was wrong, that she had betrayed her team and everything Tres Magia stood for. Yet another, more visceral part of her revealed in the freedom of giving in to her darkest desires. With Baiser's touch still lingering on her skin like a brand, Azul felt irrevocably altered, chained not by force but by a yearning she could no longer deny.

Baiser lifted Azul's chin gently, forcing her to meet those golden eyes again. "You belong here with us," she murmured, each word a velvet caress that threatened to unravel Azul further. "With me. Be mine."

Azul swallowed hard, her burgundy eyes clouded with tears and desire. "I... I don't know if I can," she whispered back, torn between her loyalty to Tres Magia and the intoxicating power Baiser wielded over her heart. That very heart thundered in her chest with a maelstrom of emotion.

Baiser leaned in close and stroked her cheek softly, tenderly. "You don't need to decide now," she said quietly. "Just for tonight, be mine and I'll let you cum."

The simplicity of the offer left Azul breathless. No declarations of war, no grand schemes—just an invitation to exist in this bubble where only their tangled emotions mattered.

Behind them, Leopard shuffled uncomfortably, now struggling to contain her jealousy and anxiety about where she stood now in Baiser's heart. She had been an all too willing participant in toying with Azul's body, but seeing Baiser like this still pulled her heartstrings. Noticing this, Baiser turned slightly, extending an arm towards Leopard who rushed into her embrace eagerly. The action wasn't lost on Azul; it highlighted the complex web of relationships that she was entwining herself with—a web that promised as much potential pain as it did pleasure. Baiser loved her, that much was so very clear now, but she also loved Leopard, Magenta, and Sulfur. The succubus wanted all of them, a grand harem of magical girls.

Azul's response was a soft sigh. She turned her head towards Baiser, meeting those golden eyes that seemed to hold galaxies within them. "Why do you do this?" she asked quietly, her voice wavering between confusion and yearning. "Why me?"

Baiser's smile was cryptic as she traced a finger along Azul's jawline. "Because you are amazing, beautiful, strong, so so cute," she said simply. "Your strength, your resistance, your eventual submission—it's a delicious cycle that I can't resist. And deep down," her voice softened further, "I believe none of you can't resist it either."

This acknowledgement sent a shiver down Azul's spine. It was true; despite her initial resistance, the call of the succubus, the seductive power play with Baiser and Leopard—it all drew her in deeper than she'd ever intended to go. And yet here she was, bound up on a rack and having been dominated and kissed by Baiser, and pleasured by Leopard. Even now she was still at their mercy, and she still had not been allowed to cum.

The room hummed with a charged silence, the air thick with the scent of desire and power. Azul's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the conflicting emotions that wrestled within her. She was still suspended in that tantalising edge of release, the promise of Baiser's words hanging in the air like an unspoken vow. The choice was hers, to give in and gain the release she and her body longed for, or to stand defiant against her nemesis.

Baiser watched her closely, those star-shaped pupils dilating slightly as she sensed Azul's inner turmoil. With a deliberate slowness, Baiser reached out and traced a single finger down Azul's exposed neck, sending a wave of goosebumps cascading across her skin. "Just let go, Azul," Baiser whispered, her voice dripping with seduction, promise, and possession. "Let me show you worlds of pleasure you've only dreamed of."

Azul bit her lip, her eyes darting between Baiser and Leopard, who now clung to Baiser like a lifeline. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls echoing back her rapid breaths and the soft murmurs of the two women who sought to claim her completely. Desire and duty waged war within her, hunger and attraction for the succubus and her gentle, yet firm love, and her oaths and vows to the side of justice and light.

It was then that something shifted within Azul—a spark ignited by Baiser's relentless pursuit and Leopard's visible need for affirmation. The realisation dawned on her painfully clear: she didn't just crave the succubus for the dark thrill of it; she longed to be a part of their world, their dynamic where love and desire were as entwined as their bodies now promised to be. Baiser's love for them was dark and dangerous, but what that love promised was all too enticing.

With a trembling exhale, Azul finally nodded, surrendering to the inevitable pull of her own desires. "Yes," she breathed out, her voice a mix of defeat and anticipation. "Just for tonight... I'm yours."

Baiser's face lit up with a victorious grin, and she leaned in to capture Azel's lips in a searing kiss that melted any remaining resistance. As their mouths moved against each other with hungry urgency, Leopard moved closer, wrapping an arm around each of them to join their kiss. The lustful energy flowed freely among them now, a circuit completed by their touch and ignited by their mutual desire.

As the kiss broke, Bearer whispered against Azul's ear, "Welcome to my world." Her hand slid down to finally grant Azul the release she'd been denied so long ago—the release that echoed through the secret hideout like a declaration of new beginnings.

Outside this hidden love nest, the city continued unaware of the transformative experiences happening within its shadows. Tres Magia might have lost one battle tonight—as Azul's allegiance wavered under the weight of newfound bonds and desires—but new strategies would have to be conceived. For now, though, all was calm in this secret enclave of shadows where allegiances shifted beneath the power of affection and lust entangled with dark magic.

This night would mark not just a victory for Enormita but also a change in how Azul viewed herself—a magical girl grasping new understandings about darkness and light within herself and those she had once called enemies.

Azul felt her world tilt, the complex mosaic of light and shadow blurring together as Baiser's hands explored her, each touch a whispered promise of belonging and bewitchment. Her body responded with a hunger she couldn't have imagined, each nerve alive with the thrill of Baiser's manipulation and the warmth of Leopard's close embrace.

The dim, fluorescent lights flickered faintly, casting a ghostly glow on the metal walls of the hideout. The air was thick with the musty smell of iron mixed with the exotic scent of incense, fueling the intoxicating aura of their forbidden rendezvous.

Leopard, ever attuned to the shifting dynamics, sensed her moment to reclaim some of Baiser's attention. Not wanting to be overshadowed in this pivotal moment of connection, she gracefully slid up behind Baiser, her hands expertly finding the curves that lay hidden beneath the dark leather. Her touch was both a plea for inclusion and a statement of her own desires, whispering across Baiser's skin like velvet.

With a soft coo that mingled into the hushed atmosphere of the hideout, Leopard pressed herself closer against Baiser's back, her lips brushing against the tender skin at the nape of Baiser's neck. She allowed her hands to dance with precision and purpose, tracing upward to tease along the edges of Baiser's corset before dipping down to explore more daring territories around those criminally low riding pants. Each movement was rhythmic and sure, designed to stoke the fires that Azul's submission had kindled.

Baiser's response was immediate; a low growl of pleasure vibrated from her throat, encouraging Leopard's boldness. The succubus's own hands continued their exploratory journey on Azul, but now with an added fervor fueled by Leopard's touch. Together, they created a symphony of sighs and moans that resonated through the cramped space of the hideout, mixing with the electronic whispers and distant echoes into a melody of raw desire.

Baiser's delicate yet commanding hands glided over the curves of Azul's body, teasing and exploring each and every soft ample inch of her. A pleasurable shiver ran down Azul's spine as she felt Baiser's warm breath on her neck, their presence enveloping her from behind like a comforting blanket. The anticipation within her built, like a flame growing stronger with each touch and caress from the succubus.

"You're mine tonight," Baiser whispered huskily into Azul's ear, her voice a sultry melody that reverberated through Azul's core. Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, a large demonic dildo appeared in Baiser's hand, summoned by her dark magic. It was a creation both menacing and awe-inspiring in its design, gleaming under the dim light with an intimidating size and intricate bumps and ridges that promised wild sensations. Azul could feel his heart racing as she imagined the powerful pleasure this object would bring, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her at the sight of it.

Pressing against Azil from behind, Baiser guided the cold tip of the dildo against Azul's dripping warmth. Azul gasped softly, a sound muffled by the shadows surrounding them. With slow, deliberate movements, Baiser began to push inside, and Azul felt herself stretching to accommodate the invasion, a mix of pain and pleasure knitting together in a confusing but exhilarating tapestry. The heroine's body was slick and hot, her desire building as she eagerly awaited the touch of her toy. Without hesitation, it slid inside her with ease despite the tightness that still clung to her from her virginal state. Azul may have lost her hymen through physical activity, but here within her core lay untouched territory, waiting to be explored by skilled fingers and the pulsing toy. The anticipation and arousal coursing through her made every sensation heightened and electric. She was ready for all that was to come, willing to give herself fully to this moment of pure pleasure.

With a taunting gentleness, Baiser moved the dildo slowly in and out of Azul's body. Each thrust elicited a soft moan from her lips as she instinctively pushed back, craving more of that intense sensation. "Do you feel the release? To surrender to what you've been denied?" Baiser's words were like honey, dripping with seduction and lust as she expertly guided the toy inside Azul. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, mingling with the faint scent of perfume and sweat. Azul's body felt alive, consumed by a desire she had long suppressed but now willingly succumbed to under Baiser's skilled touch.

"Yes," Azul breathed out, barely audible over the sound of their mingling breaths and the distant hum of electronic devices. Her fingers clawed at the air past her bindings as she arched her back, inviting Baiser to delve deeper into her being. The sensation of their bodies entwined sent shivers down her spine and ignited a fire within her. She could feel every touch and movement like an electric current pulsing through her veins.

Baiser's other hand snaked around Azul's waist, her fingers deftly tracing a path along her smooth skin. With each delicate touch, she elicited a gasp from the magical girl, who writhed against her with abandon. As their bodies moved in unison, Baiser whispered in a soft voice, "You are exquisite in this moment." She shifted her movements, increasing the intensity of each thrust and causing Azul to arch her back in pleasure. "Even if it is just for tonight, your surrender is a thing of beauty," Baiser murmured, her voice filled with admiration and desire. The heat between them intensified with every passing second, their bodies moving in a dance fueled by passion and longing. Their connection was electric, ignited by the fire that burned within them both.

A tumultuous sensation coursed through Azul's body, unravelling and uncoiling something deep within her. It was a dark intimacy that she had long resisted, but now found herself succumbing to with each push and pull. Baiser's warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered affirmations, luring her deeper into the abyss of pleasure and surrender. The world around them faded away as Azul gave in to this newfound sense of powerlessness, lost in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions.

As the relentless waves of pleasure continued to wash over her, Azul's resolve melted away under the expert ministrations of Magia Baiser. The room seemed to spin, the dim light blurring into shadows that danced along the walls, mirroring the tumultuous storm of feelings raging within her.

Baiser's hands were relentless and knowing, moving with a possessive surety that spoke of her deep understanding of Azul's body and desires. The succubus's touch was both a balm and a spark—soothing the ache of loneliness that had haunted Azul, while igniting a fierce blaze of passion she had never known she could feel.

The words rolled off Baiser's tongue like a seductive promise, laced with both danger and desire. "You belong to me tonight," she whispered, her voice thick with longing and possessiveness. "But one day, my sweet and enchanting Azul, you will be mine completely. Forever entwined by the unbreakable chains of these irresistible emotions you can no longer deny." The intensity in her gaze burned into her soul, igniting a fire that blazed within her. She couldn't resist her any longer; she was lost to her passionate hold.

Azul's heart clenched at the declaration, torn between fear and an overwhelming desire to yield completely. Deep down, something unspoken and fragile began to crystallise—this wasn't merely about physical surrender but something far more significant. Azul found herself teetering on the edge of an emotional precipice, drawn irresistibly to Baiser's dark gravity.

The succubus seemed to sense her turmoil and paused before reaching up with her hand. She cupped Azul's chin and cheek, and turned her face to look at her. Baiser's golden eyes searched Azul's face with an intensity that made the magical girl's heart race. The air around them tingled with a magnetic energy, the kind that pulls you in and doesn't let go. Baiser's voice was like a velvet whisper, laced with both command and seduction. "Tell me you want this," she coaxed, her words dripping with desire and temptation. It wasn't just a question—it was an invocation, a siren song that called to Azul's deepest desires.

Azul's eyes locked with Baiser's, piercing through the darkness to see a glimmer of vulnerability within. Her voice trembled as she spoke, overcome with emotion and desire. "I—I want this," she confessed, her words laced with urgency. "Please, don't stop." The electricity between them pulsed in the air, igniting a fire that could not be contained. Azul's heart raced as she surrendered herself to the moment, her body aching for the touch of Baiser's hands on her skin. She held her breath, waiting for their lips to meet and set her soul ablaze.

A triumphant smile curved Baiser's lips as she rewarded her prey for being a good girl. She twisted her hand and pushed the fat, bumpy dildo deep inside before grinding it against Azul's walls with expert precision. The sensation was overwhelming, causing Azul to let out an aching groan of raw pleasure. She was completely lost in the moment, surrendering to the intense sensations that overtook her senses. With each deep thrust, their physical connection grew stronger, but it was also clear that an emotional bond was forming between them - one that tangled tightly around both their hearts. As they moved together in perfect sync, their bodies and souls intertwined in a dance of passion and desire. "Good girl…"

The tension mounted like a symphony, each note building upon the last until it reached a feverish crescendo. Azul's body quivered beneath Baiser's skilled caresses, every touch breaking down her walls and unleashing a wave of unbridled pleasure and deep intimacy. The electricity between them crackled with intensity, drawing them closer to an inevitable climax they couldn't resist. With each passing moment, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire unlike any other.

As they neared their climax together—their breaths mingling, bodies slick with sweat—Azul felt something shift fundamentally within herself. It was as if the stars aligned and everything fell into perfect place, her mind and body in complete harmony. This was no longer merely about physical pleasure, but a profound acceptance of her deepest feelings and desires. Every touch and every movement were imbued with meaning, each sensation bursting with intensity. As they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, Azul felt herself completely surrender to the moment, letting go of all inhibitions and embracing the raw passion that consumed her.

"Good girl…" Baiser whispered again, her voice a velvety caress that seemed to stroke the very fibers of Azul's being. The magical girl's burgundy eyes glinted with a mix of vulnerability and adoration as she looked up at the dominating figure above her. This affirmation from Baiser, laden with pride and possessiveness, only intensified the storm of sensations brewing inside Azul.

The room around them, dimly lit and filled with the scent of incense and desire, seemed to pulse with their combined energies. Leopard, eager to be part of this climactic union, slipped her slender fingers along Baiser's wings before finding her way to the succubus's heated core. The touch was electrifying, sparking an additional fire that blazed through Baiser, her golden eyes flashing with both surprise and heightened arousal.

The intermingling of pleasure between Azul and Baiser deepened with Leopard's involvement. Her deft fingers moved in rhythm, guided by the undulations of Baiser's desire that she felt as deeply as her own. The connection wasn't just physical but empathetic; every wave that crashed through Azul resonated within Baiser, magnified by Leopard's fervent ministrations.

As Azul arched beneath her, caught in the throes of escalating pleasure, her moans grew louder, each breath a symphony of need and surrender. Baiser leaned down to capture Azul's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries as they both neared the edge of oblivion. The kiss wasn't just a melding of mouths but of souls, a seal over the promise of shattered boundaries and explored depths.

The crescendo built rapidly now; it was relentless and all-consuming. Azul's body tensed, every muscle drawn taut as a bowstring before release. With a final whisper of encouragement from Baiser and a strategic curl of Leopard's fingers, the tension snapped. Azul shattered into a thousand brilliant pieces, each one alight with ecstasy and release. Her orgasm swept through her violently, leaving no part of her untouched; it screamed through her veins like wildfire, incandescent and raw.

This wave of pure bliss pulled Baiser along in its riptide due to their bonded sensations. The succubus's own climax overtook her with an overwhelming force amplified by Leopard's persistent touch. Together, entangled in arms and legs and wings, they rode the wave of their shared climax. Every barrier broke down under the weight of their collective ecstasy; personal spaces merged into one domain ruled by passion and fulfilment.

As the last echoes of pleasure slowly faded, leaving tremors in their wake that gently rocked them back towards reality, they remained connected. Breathless laughs mingled with sighs filled the air around them as they relaxed into each other's embrace—vulnerable yet victorious in their mutual surrender. In these precious few moments, boundaries blurred even further; enemy lines smudged by love or something wildly akin to it—complex yet simple in its intensity.

Azul's breath came in ragged gasps, the aftermath of such intense pleasure leaving her both exhilarated and exhausted. Azul's limbs hung limply, her form a delicate canvas of sweat and spent desire. Her body was a tapestry of sensations, each touch from Baiser having woven a thread of overwhelming delight tangled with an undeniable drain of her mana.

Baiser, still flush with the heat of their shared climax, untangled herself from her prey. Her golden eyes glinted with a mix of satisfaction and predatory intent as she observed Azul's weakened state, she was a beautiful mess. With a fluid grace that belied her thirst for control, Baiser released the bindings that held Azul to the rack, her fingers trailing along the sensitive skin they had constrained, eliciting a shiver from the exhausted Magical girl.

"Not yet, my sweet," Baiser whispered seductively into Azul's ear as she effortlessly lifted them up. Her voice was like a velvet caress against the backdrop of Azul's labored breaths, sending shivers down their spine. "There's still so much more fun to have, so much more to savor." The scent of jasmine wafted off of Baiser's skin, filling Azul's senses and making them weak in the knees. "We will see each other again, perhaps I will show you even more, my sweet little submissive." Baiser's words were laced with promises and hints of tantalising pleasures to come. Azul couldn't help but feel both excited and nervous at the thought of what was yet to come between them.

With a mischievous smirk, Baiser opened a portal—the shimmering void flickering with an eerie light—and with one firm spank that resonated like a sinful promise, she pushed Azul through it. The portal led to the old shrine where their battles had blurred into volatile encounters; where power and defiance had first kindled unwanted desires. As Azul stumbled through, back into a world where duty awaited her weary soul, the portal snapped shut with a definitive thud.

With a gentle smile, Baiser turned back to Leopard, whose eyes had been eagerly following the scene with barely concealed envy. The muscles in Leopard's body twitched with anticipation as Baiser approached, her steps slow and deliberate. "And for you, my fierce little warrior," she cooed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement and affection. Leopard couldn't contain her excitement any longer and practically vibrated in place as she waited for her mistress's attention.

Baiser gently cupped Leopard's face in her hands, her thumbs tenderly stroking the puffed cheeks. She gazed into her lover's eyes, wine-red and full of adoration, and focused all of her attention on her beloved Leo. "You have been such a good girl, haven't you?" Her words dripped with praise and an irresistible allure that drew Leopard closer, as if pulled by an invisible force. The warmth of their bodies radiated in the air between them, creating a cocoon of intimacy.

Without hesitation or pause, Baiser pulled Leopard into a deep kiss, their lips melding together in a passionate dance of dominance and submission. As they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Baiser's voice was low and husky against Leopard's parted lips. "You deserve a reward, my dear Leo," she murmured. "There is still time before the others return." With a knowing look in her eye, she led Leopard towards the makeshift bed where they had once shared an intense moment of passion. Her intentions were clear as she set out to elicit moans and mewls from Leo's lips once again. Every touch and caress was filled with desire and longing, igniting a fire between them that only grew stronger with each passing moment.

As Azul had been dealing with her own encounter Magenta had her own to contend with. Magenta looked over at the other side of the field where Azul was struggling with Baiser and Leopard. She wished she could go to the aid of her friend but even as she thought that the pink haired girl raised her spear to meet the blow of the demoness that Baiser had sent after her. 'Ohhh... Why is this thing so tough? One on one is bad enough, but this one is stronger than the others we have fought of this kind.'

Undaunted, the leader of Tres Magia grit her teeth and shoved the creature back before stepping forward and thrusting her spear at it. "Hyaaaa!"

The blow didn't pierce but the demon flew back from the sheer force of the blow and it gave her a fleeting moment to breathe. Her green eyes looked up to where Nero Alice was watching her with a look of excitement on her face. The young teen seemed to be enjoying watching her. This was the second time she's had to face the blonde girl. Alice looked to be maybe thirteen or fourteen, she was quite slender, but she had to admit she was really cute in that fluffy dress. The villainess appeared to even have a fascination with plushies which was something she too enjoyed. It was a shame that Alice was on the side of evil.

"Ohhh that was a worthy blow, Magenta. Two points for you. Oh I just love watching you fight, You're so beautiful when you're battling with the creatures of darkness."

Magenta's eyes trailed to the side and looked at the other girl riding on the big purple cheshire cat monster. Magia Baiser, or maybe a clone of her givin the strange symbol on her forehead. She honestly wasn't sure if this was the real Baiser or if the one fighting Azul was. This Baiser had not yet jumped in to fight her but certainly acted the same aside from that. 'Why are you doing this Baiser, I thought you lo-Liked us... Why are you making us fight these things?'

As always it was hard, even for Magenta, to get a read on Baiser's intentions. The succubus sat like a queen on her throne as she sat on the head of that giant doll. As far as she could tell, Baiser had not taken her eyes off her throughout the fight and she would be lying if having that succubi's attention on her didn't set her tummy fluttering with butterflies.

But this whole ordeal was frustrating, she didn't want to fight, she wanted to talk. She wanted so badly to talk to Baiser about their meeting in the park, and about Venalita, and even about the fact that someone was getting rid of magical girls. There was so much she wanted to say, but her lamentations were cut short as that muscular demoness jumped back into the fray.

The red haired demon let out a howling wail as she swung her arm through the air and let loose a barrage of bolts formed of dark magic at her. Magenta was forced to dodge and block the scattershot of magic, but even so, a few got through and ripped into her and shred bits of her dress away. She was thankful that there were none of those butterflies around today. While a part of her did like how Baiser looked at her when she had been struggling to keep her shredded dress together at that time, now was not the time for it.

Magenta grit her teeth and gathered up her power into her spear, the weapon glowing with a fiery pink aura as her magic filled it. She let out a cry and defiance as she thrust it forward and let loose her own blast of magic. The pink beam of radiance lanced toward the demoness who too was forced to try and doge out of the way and narrowly missed being struck.

For the briefest moment, the demon's eyes flicked to the copy of her mistress. She knew her lady would see her performance and did not want to let her down. 'MISTRESS DESIRES, MISTRESS WANTS, MISTRESS DEMANDS. WON'T FAIL, MAKE MAGENTA KNEEL.'

The demon let out a hiss as she raised up her weapons, a pair of raking Freddy Kruger claws that had been warped and formed out of a pair of baseball gloves. She knew how much her mistress enjoyed seeing the bodies of the magical girls. She would strip this one for her inch by inch. 'MUST NOT CUT, DON'T HURT, MISTRESS BE MAD.'

She knew well that her Lady didn't want these girls maimed or wounded. They were her precious prizes. They belonged to her mistress, it would be no good to damage what was hers.

With that in mind, the demoness took off and shot toward Magenta again, intent on defeating the magical girl and presenting her nude body for her mistress to enjoy. She hoped that she would be praised.

Magenta let out a groan as she watched the demon dodge out of the way and come at her. Those claws looked so sharp and suddenly she had the feeling that she wasn't out of the woods when it came to not getting stripped by sharp objects. Undaunted, she stood against her enemy and showed no fear. Magical girls did not show fear, even in the face of possible impending nakedness.

The Baiser clone watched with eager and hungry eyes as she idly stroked Alice's head as if she were a pet. She was pleased with how Magenta was fairing against her demon. It was only fitting for the leader of Tres Magia to put up a good fight. Magenta, after all, was her first love. She watched her lidded eyes as the two clashed again and again and giggled to herself as she watched a little more of Magenta's dress get shredded up by her demon's claws. Every sweet inch of skin revealed was a delight to her.

It was pleasing to see the precision at which the demon attacked as well, as far as she could see Magenta 's body had not been harmed by those claws, not a cut or slice, not a drop of blood was being spilled. A grin split her lips as she pulled Alice closer, nearly pulling the girl into her lap as she watched the entertainment before her. This was a little slice of heaven; a cute girl to pet, magical girls fighting passionately and resolutely even as their modesty became ever more in danger, and her demoness wasn't hard on the eyes either with hips and breasts like those. She couldn't wait to get her hands on that pretty pink girl again, she was interrupted so rudely last time.

Alice was starting to see the appeal of these magical girls. They were cute, and watching them fight was exciting. The near constant petting she was getting from Baiser, or at least a clone of Baiser, made it even better. Tonight had been the most fun she had ever had in her life, in fact today in general had been the best day of her life. She had gardened with her new friends, hung out at home together, kissed them and made them know how much she liked them, and wasn't even rejected for it. She got to stay up extra late and do crimes and mischief in the city, got some new toys and now got to watch magical girls fight monsters while getting headpats. It was the best.

When Baiser pulled her closer and began stroking her like she was a cat, she just leaned into the attention. It soothed her loneliness and desires all at the same time. The only thing that would possibly make this better was a tea party.

Alice blinked. That thought stuck in her mind. She did want a tea party, and she knew Baiser wanted alone time with her magical girls, of which she herself was one of, probably. Slowly, Alice had the Cheshire cat lower them down to the ground.

"Alice?" The baiser clone regarded her curiously and as Alice's mood suddenly changed. She looked excited and eager for something. She watched as the wonderland girl stood up and raised her hands before conjuring forth a dollhouse. She had heard from Leopard about Alice's strange dollhouse from when they had fought Azul and Magenta a few days ago, but this was the first time seeing it in person. "Aww, you want to play too? Well, I suppose we have watched long enough. My hands are itching to run all over Magenta's lovely form."

The younger girl looked up with glittering eyes as she was given permission to play. She and Baiser hopped off of Cheshire a moment before the doll lept into battle with Magenta and the demoness. Working together, the two ganged up on the tiring magical girl and managed to get hold of her just long enough to fling her bodily toward the dollhouse.

"Aaahhh! Wait wait! Not this thing again!" Magenta cried out as she was sent careening through the open door and into the dark interior.

Her world flashed white, and she felt dizzy like she had just spent the last several minutes spinning around and around. A floating sensation took over every sense as she drifted through the void and then suddenly everything snapped back into place.

Magenta raised a teacup of steaming hot tea to her lips and sipped it gently, savouring its flavour along with the milk and sugar she had added to it moments before. She let out a contented sigh as she looked across the table to her dear friends, Alice and Baiser. It was so lovely to have such good and close friends like these. She looked up as the masked maid brought out a tray of buttery shortbread cookies for them and happily took one. "Thank you so much for inviting me over Alice, this is so nice."

Baiser nodded and sipped at her tea as well. "Yes, so kind of you."

Alice smiled and picked up a cookie before feeding it to Baiser. She paused just before placing it into the succubi's mouth and looked over at Magenta.

"Oh no, I don't mind at all. I know how close you two are." Magenta said as she blushed and focused on her own cookie. She knew that Alice and Baiser were girlfriends, it was quite obvious to everyone that that was the case with the fine framed coloured pencil drawings that hung on the walls that clearly depicted Alice, Baiser, and Leopard all together.

As Magenta looked around, she felt a sense of comfort at the pleasant mood of the room. Her green eyes fell on a pile of plushies sitting in a nook by the window. She could see that all of Tres Magia was there, as well as Baiser, Leopard, and Alice all cuddled up together. It was so nice to imagine all of her friends together like that. It was just too bad the others couldn't make it to the tea party. 'Oh well, that just means I get to have Baiser and Alice all to myself.'

The pink haired girl smiled at that thought, she had not gotten much time alone with the succubus and the adorable Alice in so long. It really had been far too long since they saw each other like this. When she thought about it, the last time was that lovely time at the park where they had met and confessed their feelings for eachother. She blushed at the memory of them holding hands and looking into eachothers eyes. It was such a dreamy experience.

"You look like you're thinking of something nice." Baiser's voice broke her out of her reverie and she looked over at the lovely succubus across from her. Her heart fluttered at the sight of the girl and she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, sorry, I was just thinking." Magenta looked down into her tea and smiled before taking a sip. "I guess I'm not really sorry. I was thinking of our time in the park, our confession. It made me so happy to hear that."

Baiser smiled and blushed as Alice turned her attention to Magenta who regarded the blonde girl questioningly.

"Yes, that's right. We confessed to each other, it was such a magical moment. You know Alice, I didn't like Baiser at first, she was so embarrassed to fight with how she spanked and tickled me. But after a while I started feeling differently. The way she kissed me, and touched me, it made me feel things I've never felt before..." Magenta looked over at Baiser with a smile. "I wish we could spend more time like that together."

The succubus reached over the table and put her hand on Magenta's "I wish that too. I would spend everyday with you if I could. My precious pink Heroine." Baiser's gold eyes warmed as she gazed at Magenta.

The feeling of Baiser's hand on hers made her heart beat faster even through the gloves. She looked up into those star crossed golden eyes. Magenta's cheeks flushed at the touch of Baiser's hand, and she felt her heart skip a beat as their eyes met. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound being the gentle clinking of Alice' teacup and the soft hum of the tea party's ambiance.

Alice, sensing the tension, smiled knowingly and leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched these two in their romantic moment. Quietly, she nudged them closer as if they were just another pair of dolls in her hands.

The succubus smiled. "You look like something is troubling you, what's wrong?"

Magenta's gaze didn't waver from Baiser's, but she managed to stutter out a response. "Y-yes... just reminiscing about before... and wishing for more moments like that."

Baiser's hand still rested on Magenta's, and she slowly began to stroke her fingers over the glove-covered palm. The touch sent shivers down Magenta's spine, and she felt herself leaning in, as if drawn to the succubus by an unseen force. Baiser was so gentle with them when she wasn't spanking or tieing them up, but even then she never left any lasting marks on them. She always made sure they felt good, felt loved by her in her victories. The memories of those hands on her body, touching her, stroking her, making her whimper and gasp came back to her and made her blush darken.

"I know exactly what you mean," Baiser whispered, her voice husky. "I've been thinking about that day a lot lately... about how I almost gave in to my feelings for you." Her eyes seemed to bore into Magenta's soul, filled with longing. "I was so tempted by you, to just run off with you and see where things went..."

Magenta's breath caught in her throat as she met Baiser's gaze. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of those golden eyes, but she didn't want to be rescued. She was content to stay there, lost in the sea of emotions swirling between them.

Alice's smile grew as she watched them. She tugged on their strings a little harder, pulling on them both an inch at a time. She watched with delighted eyes as Baiser slowly sat up and reached out with her other hand. Her delicate fingers gently stroked Magenta's cheek before sliding down to her chin. With a single digit she guided Magenta to sit up as well and draw her closer. Both girls leaned over the table, their eyes never breaking the intimate gaze they shared.

"You know... I'm still so tempted by you... You're so cute... so strong... We missed out last time...we didn't get to enjoy ourselves... did we?" Baiser's voice was husky with desire, each word dripped with intent and want. She desperately wanted to make up for that missed encounter.

"I...no, we didn't..." Magenta whispered as she reached up with a gloved hand and cupped Baiser's cheek. 'Wait...What was... what was I doing again?' The thought came though hazy and blurred, muffled by the longing she felt in her heart to explore her feelings. The crush that had prompted her to first reach out to the succubus pushed her forward that last inch and brought her lips into contact with Baiser's.

Alice leaned back and watched in smug satisfaction as Baiser and Magenta kissed in front of her. She took her thumb off the metaphorical scales of their minds and sipped her tea as the two girls gave into their feelings. She was so curious as to where their feelings would go, just how far they would go, and where might she join in with them.

As their lips touched, the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sensation of their lips meeting. Magenta's gloved hand still cradled Baiser's cheek, holding her close as if she never wanted to let go. This was what she had been expecting that day in the park when Baiser had her back against the playground equipment and was all but at her mercy.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, a hesitant exploration of each other's lips and tongues. But as they continued, the passion grew, fueled by the unspoken desire that had been building between them for so long. That gentleness changed when Baiser's hand slid up from her chin and up into the pink sea of her hair and her fingers dug into those soft locks and held on.

Magenta felt it when Baiser's tongue slid across her lips. The sensation of the succubi's too long tongue sent shivers down her spine. She wasn't sure anymore if this was a dream, or reality, but she wanted to keep going. The heroine desperately wanted to feel more of this wonderful feeling inside her. The butterflies inside her went mad as she opened her mouth to let Baiser inside and that long tongue pushed forth into her mouth.

"MMmmmmm..." Baiser's fingers delved deeper into Magenta's hair, tangling themselves in the soft pink locks as she pulled her closer. Magenta's gloved hand slipped from her cheek to wrap around the back of Baiser's neck, holding the succubus tight as their lips moved in perfect tongues slid together in a sensual dance as feelings poured forth. Both girls had longed for and fantasised about what could have happened that day in the park had they not been interrupted.

"Mmmmhhh...ahh..." Magenta shivered and shuddered as Baiser's tongue explored her mouth. It was like she was trying to map out every nook and cranny inside her, like she was trying to conquer this mouth and claim it as her own and right now Magenta was all too happy to let her.

The room around them faded away, replaced by the sound of their ragged breathing and the thrumming of their hearts. The tea party was forgotten, as was everything else except for the two of them, lost in their own little world of desire and longing. All the while Alice watched with bated breath and glimmering eyes as Baiser and Magenta made out across the table.

As they kissed, Magenta felt a sense of freedom she'd never experienced before. It was as if she'd finally found a piece of herself that she'd been missing, and it was Baiser who held the key. The succubi's touch ignited a fire within her, one that she couldn't ignore or resist. Those fluttering butterflies inside her melted under that kiss and turned into a languid liquid warmth that filled her belly and made her heart pound. How many times had Baiser kissed her now? Each time it happened it bothered her less and less, and now the hesitation was gone.

Baiser, too, felt like she'd finally found her place in the world. This was where she belonged – with Magenta, in this moment of tenderness and intimacy. The succubus could taste her so deeply, each and every emotion, every sensation feeding back onto her in a cascade of delight. She knew that this was just the beginning of something special, something that could change the course of their lives forever. Was this just a momentary dalliance, or the start of something more. She could taste Magenta's attraction to her, it swirled around in a sea of other emotions, but it was there, and it was getting stronger.

As they broke apart for air, their lips hovering just inches apart, Magenta whispered against Baiser's mouth. "What are we... What is this... I don't know, but I want more." Her heart was pounding in her chest as she looked into those beautiful gold eyes. She knew deep down that this was wrong, that heroine and villainess shouldn't do this. But she longed for that touch, those kisses. Their conversion before, that time back in the park, how different would have things gone if that mascot had not gotten in the way. Dimly, she thought through the haze of desire and roiling emotions, this weird room, this strange place. Perhaps now they could pick up where they left off.

Baiser's response was a gentle whisper against her ear as she leaned in further. "I want more as well, my precious pink Heroine. Why don't we find out together." she said with a husky voice that dripped with wanting. She finally had Magenta all to herself in this strange realm of Alice's.

The wonderland girl in question could read the mood and the room around them began to change in accordance to her whims. The delicate china and lace of the tea party decor slowly dissolved, replaced by the soft, plush carpet and the four-poster bed of a lavish bedroom. The walls transformed from warm pastels to a soothing lavender hue, and the air filled with the sweet scent of roses.

Magenta's eyes widened as she took in the new dreamlike surroundings, her gloved hands still cradling Baiser's cheeks. "Alice?" she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. 'Is this real or a dream? If... If it's a dream... then I don't need to worry. I can just let go.

Baiser's eyes sparkled with mischief as she smiled at Magenta. "Just a little magic, my dear Heroine," she whispered back, her voice husky and seductive. "Lets just enjoy this moment we have together, shall we?

Magenta felt a flutter in her chest as Baiser's fingers began to gently stroke her gloved hands, coaxing them to release their grip on her cheeks. As they did, Baiser leaned in once more, her lips brushing against Magenta's ear.

"You're so beautiful when you're flustered," Baiser whispered, her breath sending shivers down Magenta's spine. The succubus slid her hand into Magenta's and interlaced their fingers in a show of intimacy that made Magenta's blush darken.

The magical girl's heart raced as she felt herself being pulled toward the bed, her body responding to Baiser's gentle prodding. She knew she should be careful, that she should resist the villainess's charms. But she couldn't help herself – she was drawn to Baiser like a moth to flame. Her belly quivered and fluttered with equal parts nerves and excitement as she was led over to the soft looking bed. Magenta gulped as her green eyes glanced over at the lovely succubus that was guiding her. She knew what was coming in this dream-like place, but was her heart ready for this, did it matter?

As they reached the bed, Baiser sat down on the edge, pulling Magenta onto her lap. The Heroine felt a thrill run through her as Baiser's hands settled on her waist and drew and gasp from her lips. She shivered as her heart pounded like a drum inside her chest. Her hands shook as she raised them and gently placed them on Baiser's shoulders. All those times before Baiser was the one in total control, all she could do was endure the succubi's touch and desire. Now however, despite this place, she wasn't bound or tied up, not chained or leashed. It was a choice of her own making to give into this moment and the feelings in her heart, even if it was just for a little while.

"You're so tempting," Baiser whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "I've wanted you for so long, Magenta. And now that I have you... well, I'm not going to let this opportunity go. I'm going to enjoy this, and make sure you love every moment of it. No stick today, you're a tender little flower, so I'll be gentle and make you feel oh so good." Ever since their meeting in the park, Baiser had ached to have a moment alone with her first crush, her first love. She wanted so badly to explore every inch of her again. She wanted to make Magenta whimper and moan, to kiss her and lick her and bite her. She wanted to show Magents the depths of her desires.

Magenta's eyes met Baiser's, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Gold and green gazed into each other as their lips met again. The softness of each other's lips came together in a slow and gentle kiss as Magenta's arms slid around Baiser's body. She felt succubi's hands slide up even as her tongue licked across Magenta's lips. The heroine's mouth opened eagerly and let her nemesis invade the warm wet depths within. Those sinful hands began to roam over her, touching and tracing the gentle curves and contours of her body. She felt them pluck at her uniform and slowly unbutton her top.

One by one, the buttons came apart and soft pink skin was revealed to the open air. As Baiser's hands continued to explore Magenta's costume, the Heroine felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew she should be careful, that she couldn't let her guard down around the villainess. But Baiser's touch was so gentle, so persuasive, that Magenta found herself leaning into her, her body responding to the subtle pressure of Baiser's fingers.

Their tongues slowly danced a waltz within Magenta's mouth and the magical girl groaned into the steaming kiss as she felt Baiser's sharp nails and exploring fingers roam under her uniform. That probing tongue was so long as it delved inside her and toyed with her own. She shivered at the thought of it, she didn't know much about intimacy, but what she had been told and what she had seen, she knew that tongue was going to make her scream.

A gasp from Magenta broke the kiss as Baiser's hands slid around and took hold of the soft handfuls of the heroine's breasts. Shivers ran up her spine as the succubi's fingers groped and squeezed at the soft mounds and their iron hard nipples. Those digits found the hard little nubs of pink pleasure and curled around them, gently pinching and tugging. Baiser smiled and leaned in to kiss her toy's cheek as she played with her body.

Baiser's lips brushed against Magenta's ear once more, sending shivers down her spine. "You're so brave, Magenta," she whispered. "I admire that about you. You're beautiful when you're fighting villains and saving the day, but I also think you're beautiful when you're vulnerable. Just like this in my grasp."

Magenta's eyes fluttered closed as Baiser's words washed over her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of desire, unable to resist the villainess's charms. And yet, a part of her knew she shouldn't be giving in to this temptation, shouldn't be sitting in Baiser's lap getting kissed and fondled.

But it was too late. Baiser's hands were already moving under Magenta's shirt and dress, tracing the contours of her chest and shoulders. The Heroine felt a thrill run through her as Baiser's fingers brushed against her skin, and she knew she was lost to that sea of desire.

She felt it when a small pair of hands pulled at the straps to her dress. Both girls looked to see Alice on the bed next to them. The slender girl was flushed, her expressive red eyes looked between each of the two girls. She looked so unsure, but at the same time, here she was, next to them and seemingly trying to help remove Magenta's dress.

"Fufufufu... I think that Alice is lonely and wants to join in the fun... What do you say, Magenta?"

The pinkette licked her lips and looked between Baiser and Alice. She was already this deep in, already about to make love with one villainess... What was one more? Magenta nodded and slowly, each girl helped the others disrobe. Magenta blushed furiously as her panties came off and she was at least naked before the succubus. The only article of clothing she had left was the bow that had her Magia heart on it, much like how Baiser was now nude save for the golden star on her chest. She fidgeted and was tempted to hide herself with her hands but then she felt a set of fingers slide into her hand and hold it.

"You look so beautiful, Magenta, so lovely, so soft and sweet. You look so tantalising, I could just eat you up."

The succubi's words both eased her spirit and made her blush darken. She didn't think she was that pretty, if anything she had always thought that Sulfur and Azul were better looking than herself. But, it felt good to hear those words from Baiser. Her green eyes trailed along the villainess' body and admired it while she had the chance. In all the times Baiser had played with her, she had never really gotten a good look at her body before. The succubus was pretty, she was slender, almost scrawny even. Her chest was about the same size as her own, her waist was thin, but her hips were wide into the start of what could become an hourglass frame. She wondered just how beautiful Baiser would get to be as time went on.

Her eyes trailed over to Alice. She was short and slender like Kaoruko, with small breasts and slim hips and waist. She was lovely, with yellow blonde hair, big red expressive eyes, and long lashes around them. Magenta gulped as tension filled the air, no one moved, each just took a moment to enjoy gazing at each other's bodies.

Unsurprisingly, it was Baiser that cut the sexual tension of the moment. She lifted Magenta's hand to her lips and kissed the back of her hand. Her golden eyes sparkled as she caught Magenta's green ones. The succubus used that gentle grip to pull her magical girl forward and in the same motion, rolled her onto her back and pushed her down. "Hmmm... Don't you look good like that..." She said behind a amerious smile.

As she lay on the bed under the succubus, one Baiser's hands moved slowly along Magenta's arm and up, tracing the contours of her shoulders, her neck, and her face. The Heroine felt like she was melting into the villainess's touch, her senses overwhelmed by the gentle, exploratory caress. She had expected Baiser to be rough with her, but she never went beyond playful, every touch was soothing and gentle just as she promised.

"B-Baiser... NNnnhhh... I didn't know you could aahh... be so gentle..." Her heart was pounding in her chest as she looked up at the pretty succubus. She knew Baiser loved her, that fact was on display with every gentle touch she laid upon her body. She felt those damn butterflies in her belly melt under those tender caresses. 'Am I really falling in love with her... This villain... I'm supposed to fight, but... She is so tender...'

Magenta's own hands rose and moved in tandem with Baiser's, her fingers tracing the villainess's arms, her sides, her hips. She felt a sense of wonder and excitement as she explored the curves and contours of Baiser's body, marvelling at the way the villainess fit together like a puzzle.

Alice, no longer content to watch, crawled forward and joined Magenta in exploring the older girl's body. Her slender hands roamed over the succubus drawing sighs and gasps as fingers touched and groped. Her cheeks flushed darkly and her hands shook with excitement as she leaned in and started planting exploratory kisses over Baiser's skin.

In response, Baiser's tail homed in on the blonde teen and slid between her legs before coiling up and beginning its on teasing exploration. The sensation of that dexterous tail slipping over her sex and sliding between her nether lips drew a gasp of surprise from the blonde. Alice shivered and clenched her legs together as Baiser's tail slid back and forth between those aroused pettals and became slick with her honey.

As they continued to touch and explore each other, Magenta felt a sense of freedom she'd never experienced before. It was as if she'd shed her heroic persona, leaving behind the weight of responsibility and expectation. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could just be herself, without worrying about saving the world or being a hero. She could just let herself dive into the sea of desire and just enjoy the less than pure feelings she had. Her verdant green eyes shed a single tear as she reached up and pulled Baiser down to her so she could kiss that lovely succubus again.

Their lips moulded together in a sweet symphony of desire. With a breathy sigh, their tongues meet and begin a renewed dance. This time, Magenta takes the lead, coaxing Baiser into the warm soft depths of her mouth and wrapping her arms around the succubus's shoulders and neck to keep her in place. Baiser lets out a pleased little growl as she's drawn in. Their breasts press together, squishing and rubbing together, the hardened pebbles of their nipples contrasting against the soft flesh between them.

With one armed braced against the bed under them, Baiser reaches down and slips a hand over Magenta's belly and to the crux between her legs. The pinkette let out a gasp into their kiss the moment she felt those fingers touch her most intimate of places. Baisers fingers danced along her lover's vulva and slowly made their way inward to tease the lips at their center and the bud of pleasure above them. All the while, her tongue followed Magenta's in the slow oral ballet. She wanted this lovely girl to feel so good, wanted her to whine and moan under her loving touch.

Alice's explorations continued as she kissed and felt her way along the succubi's body. Her touch was shaky and unsure, but Baiser didn't seem to mind as Alice slowly became more comfortable with her own actions. She shivered and bit her lip at the feeling of Baiser's tail sliding between her legs. Before joining enormita, sexual situations had never been something she thought about, much less experienced. After watching that video between Baiser and Sulfur her mind had spun in circles thinking about it over and over. What would it be like, was it as enjoyable as it seemed.

She felt the tail slide back and press its spaded tip against her mound and grind against her sex. A gasp escaped her, and her mouth contorted in a silent groan. It felt good in a way she couldn't find words for, but she just knew she wanted more of this feeling. Slowly, she crawled up closer to the other two girls as they kissed and watched with fascination as their mouths parted. Her ruby-like eyes widened as she watched Baiser's long inhuman tongue slid out of Magenta's mouth like a living tendril.

The blonde teen gulped as she looked at their faces, flushed and looking excited and happy. Was kissing like that really so nice? She wanted to find out for herself.

The succubus looked down at the magical girl under her and slid a finger between Magenta's nethers. "You're so beautiful," Baiser whispered. Her gold eyes caught sight of Alice watching them closely and smiled at the younger girl.

"Hehehe... I think someone is ready to join in, what do you say, Magenta? Let's all have fun together."

The magical girl in question breathed deep as she looked at the blonde girl next to them. She didn't know Alice nearly as well as Baiser, but what was one more villainess? As they say, in for a penny, in for a pound. And the girl just looked so unsure and skittish about this, the look on Alice's face tugged at her heart even if the girl was a villain. She shivered as she felt Baiser's fingers teasing her even now. She didn't know if the succubus was playing, or trying to tempt her down even deeper into her clutches but wasn't about to back down now.

Slowly, Magenta lowered her arm from around Baiser's neck and reached out for Alice. She brushed her fingers along the blonde girl's cheek and gently pushed some hair away from her face. "It's okay Alice, let's all play together."

Baiser smiled and used her tail to coax Alice closer. "Let's see what kind of faces Magenta can make. Don't worry, I won't be neglecting you. We will make sure you feel good too Alice."

The blonde teen shivered and looked at both of them before slipping down next to Magenta, her hands slowly moving to explore the heroine with a look of wonder and curiosity on her flushed face. Her slender hands reached out and caressed soft skin and even softer breasts. Her touch, along with Baisers, drew a fresh whimper from Magenta's lips. It was a sound that captivated the wonderland girl and made her want to hear more.

The pink heroine had the attention of both girls on her. Hands explored her body as both Baiser and Alice leaned in to plant kisses along her chest and neck. She let out a whine as she felt the succubus's fingers slide between her nether lips to begin probing her tenderest of places. The wet little hole between her legs clung to those exploring fingers even as sharp hard nails plucked and pulled at her walls. Yet despite the danger of them they did not harm her in the slightest as they teased and pleasured her. Alice's curious hands felt her chest and squeezed her breasts in her innocent wonder. Fine fingers found hard nipples and pulled and pinched, drawing yet more sweet sounds from the leader of Tres Magia.

Baiser leaned down and planted sweet kisses along Magenta's neck and throat. She loved the sounds coming from her. Magenta has such a lovely voice and hearing their pleasure echo through it sends shivers through her. Though she was a copy, a clone, there was enough of Baiser's magic inside her to feel the other girl's emotions. The scent of lilies filled the air around them. Magenta's desire for her attraction was quickly changing into something else under her touch and attention. She wished she had the power to feast on this wonderful girl, to drink her mana and show her even more pleasure. It was a deep regret that she could only give this half hearted attention to such a wonderful girl.

The succubus kissed up her neck and drew her tongue along Magenta's ear before whispering to her. "Look at you, so lovely. I can feel you, you know. There is so much love in your heart Magenta. No wonder I fell for you."

"B-Baiser... I... Ahhhmmm." Her words were cut off by the succubus as she pushed her thumb up against Magenta's clit and rubbed it. Her heart was pounding for this girl that should be her hated enemy. Yet all she felt was a great warmth in her chest. Was this just a crush still, or was it something more?

Magenta was at their mercy as the two villains played with her body and explored her. She gasped at their touches and whined at their probing fingers. Dimly she could hear Baiser whispering to Alice as if helping her along and teaching her where to touch, where to kiss. Her green eyes opened to see the two lovely villains looking at each other for a moment before they leaned in and kissed each other. It was surreal to watch instead of feel. She saw that long tongue of the succubus as it pressed against the inside of Alice's cheek in its exploration. She knew intimately what it felt like to have that tongue inside her mouth, how it probed and explored her so deeply.

Alice's eyes widened and then fell closed as she felt Baiser kiss her. This was a world of difference from how it had been earlier that day when she had kissed Utena and kiwi. This was so much more intense, so much more intimate. She nearly froze up completely when she felt Baiser's tongue against her lips. It didn't push in or force her open, the succubus waited patiently for her, and that patience paid off as Alice's mouth slowly opened and let her in. She let out a long whine as she felt the long probing tendril enter her mouth and slowly begin to play with her own. Alice felt her head swim in euphoria from her first real kiss. It felt so strange, yet so wonderful as she sank into her own sea of desire much like Magenta had.

Her hands stopped their exploration of the magical girl for a moment and lifted up to hold onto Baiser's cheeks. She wanted this pleasant feeling to go on forever. It was all so new and enthralling, never before had her heart pounded so hard or her emotions so untamed. She was used to being so alone and feeling so little, but now it was almost too much.

Slowly, Baiser pulled away from Alice's first true kiss. Her tongue slid back and her lips came free with a soft pop. She raised a hand and gently stroked Alice's cheek before turning the blond girl's attention to Magenta. "Why don't you taste her next, while I make you both feel so good."

The succubus smiled and moved down and made room for Alice to take her place over Magenta. There was a moment of hesitation from Alice but she followed Baiser's instructions and moved, her legs stradling Magenta's waist. The magical girl looked up at the blonde, she looked eager, but lost. Smiling up at the teen, the pink harried heroine reached up and stroked Alice's cheek before guiding her down into a soft kiss of her own.

Baiser smiled and moved down their bodies, her hands glided down Alice's soft and smooth back before reaching her perky rear. She slid down behind them and had a good look at both of their exposed nethers. The succubus wanted nothing more than to make them feel the heights of pleasure, to make them squeal and whine, to make them flush with pleasure and bring them to the ecstatic climax they deserved.

She leaned down between Magenta's thighs and spread her open with her fingers. She was so pink inside, fitting for her beloved pink heroine. A giggle escaped her lips before she leaned in and opened her mouth. Fang were exposed to the air, but her tongue followed soon after, and four or five inches of long wet tongue soon made contact and began to lick at those pretty pink flesh. She felt Magenta stiffen at the touch, felt her shiver and shudder as she licked and teased her. Baiser's tongue slid up and down, licking those tender folds and lips before pulling back to let the succubus plant kisses over her wet sex.

Magenta writhed and moaned as Baiser and Alice's tongues swirled and probed her sensitive flesh. Her body arched, her breasts jiggling with her movements, as she felt the intense pleasure building within her. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Baiser's golden horns, holding her in place as the succubus continued to drive her wild.

Alice, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant. She had never been the adventurous type, and her inexperience showed as she kissed Magenta. But Baiser's gentle guidance and encouragement filled her with confidence, and soon Alice was kissing Magenta with the same passion and intensity as her enemy-turned-lover.

As Baiser's tail rose back up to play and tease Alice's slick pussy, coating it with her sweet honey, Magenta felt another kiss on her lips. It was a gentle, innocent touch from the blonde girl who had once been her enemy. Their lips met in a chaste peck, questioning and curious. The pinkette let out a soft moan into their kiss as Alice's slick tongue traced along her bottom lip. Her fingers twitched, wanting to feel those soft hands on her body, wanting to push her new love interest further into this world of sensual pleasure.

When they pulled apart, Magenta could feel Alice's confusion and uncertainty about what was happening. She reached up and pulled the blonde closer, their bodies pressing against each other as they shared their heat. Magenta's heart raced as she felt Alice's warm breath against her cheek before their lips met again in another gentle kiss. Alice hesitantly slipped her tongue out and touched Magenta's own, tentatively tasting her mouth. It was a world of contrasts; sweet and innocent against the more experienced and passionate taste from the succubi's earlier invasion of her mouth.

Their kiss deepened slowly, becoming more passionate as they explored each other's tongues and expressions of affection. The pinkette wrapped an arm around Alice's slender waist, pulling them closer together as if they were all connected by an invisible thread.

The succubus slid her hands up and down Magenta's thighs and held them open as her tongue slid up and danced its tip around the slippery oozing entrance. She shivered as the lovely girl's taste soaked into her senses. The salty flavor of Magenta's body mixed with the sweetness of strawberries of her own personal emotional flavor that came from her synesthesiac sixth sense. Those gave the magical girl's thighs one last squeeze before she rose up and withdrew her tail from teasing and playing with Alice's cunny.

As the slick tail curled and dipped down, it brushed against Magenta's sensitive sex before sliding eagerly into the warm, slippery hole between her legs. The magical girl felt a rush of pleasure as the appendage twirled and twisted inside her, sending shivers down her spine. The sensation brought back intense memories of her encounter with Baiser when she was bound and utterly at her mercy, and she couldn't help but moan with delight into the kiss she shared with Alice. It was as if every nerve in her body was being electrified by the movements of the tail, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

Baiser leaned up, intent to give Alice the attention she deserved. Her hands reached and slid up her slender thighs, stopping only briefly to give the Blonde teen's butt a playful squeeze. Skilled fingers dipped down and teased the girl's untouched sex before she leaned in to give it a kiss. The contact of her lips against Alice's pussy led the inexperienced teen to arch her back in sudden unfamiliar pleasure and pull her lips back from Magenta's in a nearly silent gasp, her red eyes wide.

The magical girl couldn't contain her moans and gasps as Baiser's tongue expertly flicked and lapped at her sensitive core. Every touch, every movement, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her tremble and writhe in ecstasy. She had never experienced anything like this before, and she was quickly losing herself in the sensations.

As Baiser continued to skillfully work her mouth over Alice's sex, her tongue finding the never before exposed entrance and gingerly pushing inside as her fingers teased her lips and clit. Alice's own personal flavor washed over, the scent of citrus hit her, then the bitter yet refined taste of a pleasant black tea touched her tongue. A fitting essence for the wonderland girl.

Magenta leaned up to give the blonde's small breasts some attention. Her lips wrapped around one pert nipple as her hand fondled the other, causing Alice to let out a loud gasp of surprise and pleasure. The pinkette eagerly sucked and teased at the hard bud, using her tongue to add even more stimulation to the girl's overwhelmed senses.

Feeling Magenta's mouth on her breast while Baiser pleasured her between the legs was almost too much for Alice to handle. Her body was on fire with desire and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax with every passing second. This pleasure was so intense, so hot she felt like she was going to burst from the growing pressure inside her belly.

Baiser's hands roamed freely over Alice's lower body, caressing and exploring every inch as she devoured the sweet nectar flowing from between the blonde's legs. She could feel Alice trembling beneath her touch and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that she was causing the blonde girl such intense pleasure.

Magenta's lips were hot and wet against Alice's breast, her tongue flicking and teasing as she trailed kisses down the curve of skin. With expert fingers, she slid one hand down between their bodies to caress and rub at the magical girl's sensitive clit. The added stimulation sent waves of pleasure radiating through Alice's body, building and building until she couldn't take it anymore. With a gasp and a moan, she arched her back even more and her thus unheard voice cried out in ecstasy as an intense orgasm washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless in Magenta's embrace.

The succubus eagerly lapped up all of Alice's juices as Magenta continued to stroke and tease her clit to draw more whines and shuddering moans from the slender girl until finally she became too sensitive for any more contact. Heroine and villainess slowly withdrew from the younger teen and helped Alice to the side and lay her down on the bed for some much needed rest. Baiser stroked her head as she basked in the afterglow of all that she had experienced.

Baiser looked back at Magenta and smiled devilishly before crawling toward the naked magical girl and pushed her back down to the bed. "Hehehe… Looks like its just you… and me, my darling magenta."

Magenta gasped as Baiser's seductive statement hung in the air. Their bodies were still entangled, their hearts racing and their breaths heavy. She looked into Baiser's eyes and felt a rush of desire pulsing through her veins. The succubus was right; it seemed like it was just them now. Magenta smiled shyly before leaning in and pressing their lips together once again, this time with more passion than before. She wrapped her arms around Baiser's waist, pulling her close as their tongues danced against each other's lips, tasting the sweetness of pleasure and lust that lingered between them.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more intense as their tongues entwined and duelled for dominance. Baiser ran her fingers through Magenta's pink curls, pulling gently on the strands as she ground her hips against the magical girl's soft thigh. The warmth of their skin touching sent shivers down Magenta's spine and made her nipples harden even further underneath her touch. The pounding of their hearts echoed in sync throughout the room, creating an almost audible rhythm that threatened to drive them both over the edge.

Slowly breaking apart from the kiss, Baiser teasingly licked her lips and looked down at Magenta's body before whispering in her ear, "You taste incredible." Her fangs grazed against Magenta's neck, sending shivers down her spine and making her squirm beneath her. With a wicked grin, she began trailing kisses along Magenta's jawline and collarbone while trailing one hand down to caress between her legs again.

Magenta moaned loudly at the attention, arching into Baiser's touch.

The sensation was so overwhelming, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the brink once more. Her heart raced and her breath hitched as the succubus continued to explore her body with skillful fingers and lips. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but the pleasure was too intense to resist.

Baiser's hands continued to roam over Magenta's body, her fingers dipping down to tease and caress her sensitive sex. With each movement, she felt herself growing more and more aroused, her desires burning hot and intense within her. Baiser's lips found their way back to Magenta's, their kisses now filled with a passionate fervor that left her breathless and weak in the knees.

Magenta whimpered as Baiser's fingers delved deeper inside her, her body trembling and shivering at the sensation. As their heated kiss continued, Baiser's long tongue flicked against Magenta's lips, teasing and begging for entrance. With a soft moan, the magical girl parted her lips, allowing Baiser to push her tongue inside her warm mouth. The succubus explored every corner of Magenta's mouth, savoring the taste of her on her tongue.

Their bodies pressed closer together, skin touching and igniting sparks of pleasure throughout them both. Baiser could feel the heat radiating from Magenta's body, her arousal evident in the way she clung to her and eagerly returned every kiss and touch.

Breaking away from her lips, Baiser leaned back to look down at Magenta with lust-filled eyes. "Do you want me?" she asked in a husky voice, knowing the answer already.

Magenta nodded eagerly, unable to resist the pull she felt towards Baiser. She wanted this; she wanted her touch and her desire more than anything else in that moment. She wanted to let these rampaging feelings take control. And as if sensing this need within her, Baiser gave a wicked grin before pushing Magenta back onto the bed.

The succubus slid a finger down Magenta's chest and simply let her golden eyes look over the pinkette's body. She was so cute, so lovely. Baiser was sure she could spend hours simply worshipping this magical girl's body. "I'm going to enjoy eating you up."

Baiser licked her lips before crawling back down between Magenta's legs and gazing at the pink wet slit between them. She opened her mouth and gave her dear magical girl's pussy a long slow lick. Magenta's body trembled at the touch, a moan escaping her lips as she felt Baiser's warm tongue on her sensitive flesh. The succubus continued to lick and tease her, her fingers joining in to spread her folds and explore her inner depths.

With each lick and touch, Magenta felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge. She was so close to losing control, to giving in completely to the pleasure that Baiser was giving her. But she couldn't let herself fall into temptation like this; it wasn't right. Magenta's mind was filled with conflicting thoughts as Baiser continued to pleasure her. On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to give into the pleasure and let Baiser consume her completely. But on the other hand, she knew that this was wrong, that she shouldn't be lusting after a succubus.

But as Baiser's tongue flicked against her clit and her fingers curled inside of her, Magenta couldn't hold onto those thoughts any longer. Her body arched off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She had never felt this kind of pleasure before, and it was all-consuming. She couldn't resist arching her back and moaning louder as Baiser's skilled tongue found its way inside her, swirling and flicking against all the right spots.

Baiser could feel Magenta's body responding to her ministrations, the magical girl trembling and writhing beneath her. And with each moan that escaped those pink lips, Baiser felt a surge of desire course through her own body. She wanted more; she wanted all of by her own desire, Baiser let out a low growl as she increased the intensity of her movements. She wanted to push Magenta over the edge; she wanted to be the one who made her lose control completely.

Her skilled fingers joined in once again, sliding inside of Magenta with practised ease. They moved in perfect harmony with the movements of her tongue, creating a symphony of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm the magical girl. The intensity of the dual sensations was almost too much for her to bear; she felt like she was being consumed by a raging inferno from within, each touch igniting her body and soul with raw desire. It was a dance of passion and desire that left them both panting and gasping for air, lost in the heat of the moment.

As if sensing how close Magenta was getting to the ecstatic release she so deserved, Baiser increased the intensity of her actions, pushing the pinkette ever closer towards that sweet release. And with one final flick of her tongue against Magenta's most sensitive spot, Baiser brought the magical girl over the edge.

Magenta's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt a burst of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Her whole body tensed and shook, every nerve ending on fire with the intense sensation. She screamed out Baiser's name, her hips bucking off the bed in rhythm with the succubus' skilled tongue and fingers. Waves of warmth washed over her, leaving her feeling weak and shivering. She could feel herself coming undone under Baiser's touch, surrendering completely to the pleasure that engulfed her.

Baiser moaned around Magenta's swollen clit, sucking and licking as she milked every last drop of pleasure from the magical girl's body. She smiled wickedly as she felt Magenta's juices coat her tongue, savoring the sweet nectar that flooded into her mouth. The taste was exquisite, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. It was like a mixture of Baiser's favorite strawberry jam and her favorite black tea. Her heart raced with excitement at the thought that she was responsible for giving Magenta such intense satisfaction.

As Magenta's cries died down into moans of pleasure, Baiser pulled away from the pinkette's slippery folds, her lips glistening with nectar. She leaned up to give the flustered girl a slow kiss and make her taste her own orgasmic honey. Magenta was in no condition to refuse as the succubus took her mouth in another gently dominating kiss. It may have only lasted a moment, but in the post orgasm glow, it was delicious.

Baiser moved off to lay beside Magenta, both of them panting and sweaty from their encounter. Magenta's eyes were glassy, still trying to process what had just happened—not only the sheer pleasure, but the fact that it was Baiser who had brought her release.

Baiser gently pulled away, a slow grin spreading across her lips as she watched Magenta catch her breath. She could see the glazed look of pleasure in her eyes and knew that the pinkette was now firmly under her spell. As she climbed off the bed, Baiser couldn't help but run her hands up and down her own body, revelling in the sensation of her bare skin. She had never felt so alive.

As Baiser began to get dressed once more, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Magenta, who was still lying there, panting and flushed from their intense encounter. There was something about the sight of the magical girl so exposed and vulnerable that stirred something deep within her. She wanted to possess her, to make her hers and keep her that way. But that was not yet the time. There was still so much to do. Too many threats to HER magical girls. Magenta, along with Azul and Sulfur would be hers in do time.

She let Magenta rest on the bed as she coaxed Alice to sit up. It was time to go. Though, as she helped the girl up she watched as Alice was consumed by a pale blue light before Alice's transformation faded and she was just Korisu again. "Uhoh…"

Even as she said the words the dollhouse space began to glow and collapse. Thinking fast, Baiser tore the skirts off her corset and threw them over Magenta and scooped the girl up into her arms. With a spoken command she called Primes pet demoness to her side and had her carry Korisu. She was just an empowered clone, she couldn't make any portals or anything fancy. All she could do was run, and run she did.

With Korisu securely in the grasp of the demoness and Magenta cradled like a precious, fragile treasure in Baiser's arms, they dashed through the dissolving dollhouse space, a realm originally crafted from whimsy and sorcery, now crumbling under reality's harsh demands. Baiser's lungs burned with exertion, her heart raced not just from their daring escape but from the emotional whirlwind of having Magenta so intimately close under such perilous circumstances.

They burst through the shimmering boundary of the dollhouse realm, finding themselves suddenly amidst the empty shadows and ghostly echoes of an abandoned baseball stadium. The stark contrast from their previous sensual haven to this dilapidated sporting coliseum was jarring. The musty smell of old popcorn and damp earth mingled in the air, creating a distinctly mundane atmosphere that felt oddly comforting after the chaotic energies of their magical evasion.

Baiser glanced down at Magenta, whose eyelids fluttered weakly—the aftermath of both their passionate encounter and the sudden flight weighing heavily on her. With gentle determination, Baiser motioned to the demoness to follow as she navigated through rows of dusty seats and overgrown grass, heading towards the inner sanctums of the stadium which promised a semblance of security and solitude.

The corridors behind the scenes were dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights that struggled to illuminate the path ahead. The echo of their footsteps mixed with the distant dripping of water, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Baiser, with Magenta still in her arms, led the way with a quiet confidence, her golden star-shaped pupils scanning the dark for any potential threats or observers.

Eventually, they reached a small door marked 'Private Viewing Room.' Baiser kicked the door open, revealing a small but cozy room. Once designed for VIP spectators wanting a more intimate experience of the games, it now served as a temporary refuge for them. The room was equipped with plush seating and thick curtains that could be drawn to completely darken the room, ideal for laying low.

She gently laid Magenta down on a soft velvet couch. The pink-haired girl murmured a faint thanks, her voice barely above a whisper as she curled into the cushions. Baiser covered Magenta with her uniform dress and petticoat to ensure she stayed warm and somewhat decent. Tending to Magenta's comfort filled Baiser with an unfamiliar warmth—a protective instinct that fluttered like a delicate moth within her chest.

She regretted that she couldn't stay any longer. She had to get back to her maker. She looked up at the demoness that gently carried the now sleeping Korisu. "Let's leave her here, she will be fine now. Best to go before her transformation fades so I don't see who she really is, I'm not ready to learn that truth. Let's meet up with… Well… Me." With that out of the way, the Baiser clone and the demoness carried Korisu off to meet up with the True Magia Baiser.

With their instincts guiding them, they easily found their mistress. The flight took mere minutes, and they descended gracefully onto the grounds of the mostly abandoned warehouse. As they entered the well-lit interior, they were met with the presence of Magia Baiser, the real one, who sat confidently in a chair, her satisfaction evident in her almost radiant appearance. It was as if she had just absorbed a great deal of mana and considering the sleepy looking Kiwi laying on the couch next to her, perhaps she had.

The demoness acting on silent commands gently laid Korisu down on the couch next to Kiwi. It was well past midnight now and they were exhausted. Baiser was the only one with energy and she seemed downright perky in comparison to Kiwi and Korisu. The wax clone approached her living counterpart and smiled at Magia Baiser before closing her eyes and waiting for what was to come.

Baiser got up from her chair and approached her clone. Things have seemingly gone very well for the duplicate and she was looking forward to seeing for herself how it had gone. The succubus reached out for her clone, and placed her hands on her shoulders before leaning in and pulling the simulacrum in for a kiss. It was a strange sight and erotic sight, two Baisers deeply kissing each other, but as the seconds ticked by the clone changed. Her color disappeared, slowly bleeding away as the mana that had been imbued to her was being drawn back into the true Magia Baiser.

In mere seconds, the loyal clone was reduced to nothing more than a small pile of melted wax. The succubus stepped back, her fingertips lightly tracing over her plump, red lips in satisfaction. Her stomach felt pleasantly full despite not having eaten any solid food, having absorbed an abundant amount of magic from Azul and Leopard, while also reclaiming what she had invested in her copy. She savored the taste of their power, relishing the sensation of it coursing through her veins. It was a delicious feeling, one that fueled her desires and strengthened her abilities.

As she turned, a wave of memories came crashing down on her like a tidal flood. Every single moment shared with her friends and lovers rushed through her mind in a dizzying swirl of sensation, emotion, and memory. She could feel it all: the touch of Magenta's hands, the sweetness of Alice's kiss, the warmth of their bodies intertwined. A trickle of blood oozed from her nose as the memories merged with her own, becoming a part of her forever. Overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, she struggled to form words. "H-Holy shit..." she gasped, "that's... hot... I... Guhh..."

Baiser barely had the control to slump back into the chair before she passed out from the mental overload.