Feeling a man on top of her body, Yuuko's skin crawled with a tingling sensation. Her flesh pulsing under his touch, she couldn't see his face. Yet the sensation of their bodies melding together drew her closer to the faceless man.
'Where am I?' What's happening?' She wondered, her mind barely allowed any room for thoughts. Consumed solely by the feeling of the man's thrusting hips against her, she bit down on her lips and simply buried her face against his chest.
Digging her nails further into his back, she pulled him closer into an embrace. Drenched with sweat and flowing with vigorous love, her instincts as a woman made her lock her legs around the man's hips.
Soon enough she found herself toiling her tongue with his, and the face of the man slowly began unveiling. Satisfying both of their desires of the flesh was no other than Akira, a new student from her class. Even so with her memories of her husband erased and gone, she felt no shame in letting things continue as she'd already come too far.
Every thrust, every bite on her breasts, and even his grip on her plump ass as he kept pounding her pussy, it all, turned her into a nymph aching for nothing more than the moment to continue. Hours passed and her body writhed and squirmed under the weight of her new lover. Covered in his fluids, she laid there on her stomach as he kept devouring her from the other end.
Feeling him digging deep into uncharted depths, she felt her toes curling up. Burying her head against a pillow, she tried to muffle her moans but Akira grabbed her by the neck and pulled her head to make her spine arch. Thrust as deep and as fast as he could, her coiled bit her on her lip until it began bleeding.
"D-don't stop…" Spreading her ass herself, she begged him to dive deeper.
Had it been reality, her first attempt at anal might not have been so alluring. But in a flood of false memories, she was living all her repressed fantasies. The very same things she'd always wanted to do with her husband but never could because of his abusive personality. For all she knew he could've left her bleeding internally even if she cried for him to stop.
"Anddddd…I'm finished," done placing Akira's initials above Yuuko's hip dips, Mizuki distanced herself from the unconscious lady. With a smirk on her face, the demoness kept staring at the woman, knowing full well the kind of false memories Yuuko must be reliving at the moment. "A snap of your fingers and she'll get wetter than Niagra falls."
"My turn," ignoring what the demoness just said, Akane grabbed a belt from an adult tool's rack nearby.
The place being an hotel where only lover and cheaters met with their secret partners, there was no shortage of sadistic tools at disposal for some torture. One such tool happened to be a blindfold which had already been put on Yuuko's eyes after she'd relayed her inclination to let out some of her frustration on Yuuko as well.
"Wake this bitch," wearing the most crude expression, Akane's mind was raging with hate.
Before her was one of the people who caused her friend to take some very extreme measures. Measures that shattered her heart and left a gap that can never be restored. And even though one of them was back, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss since he no longer possessed his old body.
"Whatever you say," the moment Mizuki snapped her fingers, a surge of tentacles splurged out of Yuuko's body and turned to dust.
Left coughing on the bed, Yuuko gurgled on fluids the tentacles had brought out while trying to force an exit. Thankfully, with the tentacles now gone, she wouldn't have to worry about choking to death on them as they usually would've had Mizuki not taken them out by now.
"Ugh…" Seeing the woman puking out bile, Akane winced and slowly began retreating.
"Wh-what the hell?!" Yuuko called out, having no clue as to where she was at the moment.
"I can't do this after all," looking away, Akane let go of the belt. Covering her own mouth to prevent herself from puking, she headed straight for the room's exit. "What you need to do, but don't take it easy on this bitch!"
Storming off with those words, she left everything in Akira's hands. Darting his gaze at Mizuki, he felt a rush of memories flood into him as well. Connected to her by those tattoos inked by her blood, he could hear her thoughts and even skim through the memories of what she'd done to Yuuko.
"Was all that sexual tension necessary for this to work?" He asked, a bit dubious about what Mizuki had fed her.
"I'm a succubus, how do you think my powers work?" As if knowing what she'd done, Ifrit grabbed Hibiki by the arm and began leading her to the exit as well.
"Don't expect much from a lowly imp, Akira, you're bound to be disappointed," parting with those words, Ifrit left much for Akira to ponder over.
Once the duo was gone, leaving only Akira and Mizuki to watch over Yuuko, the two stared at each other for a moment as if unsure what the other had in mind. Closing their thoughts to her, Akira had severed their connection.
"Feed on her negative emotion, her pain so I don't have to feed you later," picking up the belt from the ground, he chucked it over to Mizuki.
Catching it in mid-air, she watched him pull up a chair and settle down with his face looking over the bed. Given the chance to torment, Mizuki felt her throat getting heavier with expectations. Moving closer to Yuuko, she threw the belt away and instead bore her sharp nails against her
fair skin.
"Let's start with undressing you," intending to wet her blood a crimson, the demoness tore her way to Yuuko's skin.
"Get off! Who are-" Before anyone else could hear, Mizuki stuffed a torn piece of Yuuko's uniform into her mouth.
"Shush…There's plenty of folks in the Rathole who'd give anything for parts of your body so don't tempt me to tear them off," whispering that threat into her ears, Mizuki sunk her razor sharp nail all into her hips in an instant.
Yuuko groaned and cried, but her voice was muffled by the cloth.
'Selling human parts to demons…There could be something to that.' Akira pondered as he watched the demoness toyed with the woman in front.