The moment Asmodeus touched the bed, Asmodea's hands shone with a red light. Soft vines spread across the bed and bound him to the four corners. The vines tightly wrapped around his wrists, stopping his movement so he couldn't disturb their 'treatment' for him.
"Don't struggle, this is all to help your core recover, my dear."
Alice took the lead, her fingertips running along Asura's body, sweeping across his belt and the flicking it open with a wicked smile on her lips.
Asmodeus was unable to see their actions, only feeling his sensations become more acute, due to the lack of sight and now his inability to move. He could feel the soft fingertips of someone lowering his pants, while a warm breath blew against his cheeks.
'Who is leaning over me, is it Alice or Asmodea?'
