Iroâs eyes widened in surprise, excitement, and desire as Zeltaria emerged from the warehouseâs shadows. The red demoness locked eyes with the slightly smaller, purple demon who had been tormenting Iro.
Zeltaria halted a few steps away from the purple demon, her scowl taking in the naked figure from head to toe before finally landing on Iro, a flicker of anger crossing her flawless face.
âIlia,â Zeltaria said, her voice flat.
The purple demon discarded the magical whip, the black magic particles evaporating into nothingness. Iro watched with rapt attention as the two Succubi squared off.
â~Zeltaria~. Itâs been a while, hasnât it? Found a new toy, have you?â Ilia, as she was apparently named, seemed to know Zeltaria.
Despite Iroâs desperate desire to be freed from his suspension and the cursed cock ring around his member, he was intrigued to see what would unfold between the two.
Zeltaria advanced, and Ilia retreated a half step. She was about a head shorter than Zeltaria, noticeably thinner, with smaller horns and a shorter tail.
Iro guessed their physical differences were due to age, but he couldnât be certain.
âI donât remember it being any of ~your~ business, Ilia. I thought we settled our issues.â Zeltariaâs voice was firm and steady, her gaze focused and intense.
A shiver ran down Iroâs spine, even though he wasnât the one she was addressing.
Ilia let out a soft purr as she tried to put some distance between her and Zeltaria to regain some control.
But Zeltaria simply moved forward again, positioning herself between Ilia and Iro, shielding the inverted canine from the purple Succubus. Ilia growled softly as she was blocked from her prey. âYouâve changedâ¦â
Zeltariaâs stern demeanor cracked, and she let out a short grunt, baring her teeth for a moment.
âIâm ~exactly~ who Iâve always been. But most importantlyââZel pointed back at Iroââ~he~ is not yours to ~have~.â
Iliaâs lips curled into a smile as she realized she had gotten under Zeltariaâs skin.
âOh? Is that possessiveness I hear? Are you sure you donât want to shaaaaare?â she asked, her voice playful as she drew out her words.
Zel snorted and relaxed her stance, crossing her arms casually over her stomach and fixing a condescending gaze on Ilia. â~Share~? A little thing like you isnât worth the time. And especially not worth sharing a pet like him.â
Iliaâs playful demeanor shattered into a snarl, and she lunged at Zeltaria, but her attempt was futile.
As she reached for Zeltariaâs exposed neck, Zeltaria easily caught her wrist and twisted it aside.
She grabbed Iliaâs neck with her other hand and spun around, slamming the smaller Succubus to the ground with a disdainful grunt.
Ilia tried to scratch Zeltariaâs face, but the larger red-skinned demoness easily dodged the flailing claws.
Ilia hissed as Zeltaria kept her pinned. She brought her knee up in an attempt to dislodge Zeltaria, but the larger Succubus deftly moved out of the way and began to cast a spell.
Ilia choked briefly as a cord of inky black magic snaked out from Zeltariaâs palm and wrapped around her throat, forming into a thick leather-like collar with silver rings at the front and back.
Zeltaria quickly stood and stepped around to once again shield Iro from the enraged Succubus on the ground. Ilia rose to one knee but paused to tug at the collar Zeltaria had placed around her neck.
Once she realized it wasnât coming off, she looked up and growled at Zeltaria again. âYouâ¦you canâtâ¦â
Zeltaria lunged forward, moving from standing to physically on top of Ilia with a knee planted in the smaller Succubusâs stomach and both hands pinned above her head faster than Iro could follow.
âWe ~both~ know I can do ~whateverâ¦Iâ¦want~,~â~ Zeltaria said, her words slow and deliberate.
Inky black magic began to stretch out from her hands again, wrapping itself around Iliaâs wrists and binding them together before crawling further up to the smaller Succubusâ elbows, encasing her forearms.
Finally, Zeltaria stood again and pulled Ilia up to her knees by the ring on the front of the collar.
Zeltaria wasted no time in pushing her face down, pressing a hoof into the back of Iliaâs neck hard enough to keep the Succubus in place, but not enough to cause pain.
Iro was particularly impressed by the display of Zeltaria pinning the naked Succubus to the floor ass-up, but was even more surprised when Ilia ~moaned~ as Zeltaria stood on her.
âSeems you never learned your lessons, cur. Iâm sure a little more time in ropes will remind you, seeing as how you thought to do the same to my pet there.â
Iro watched as Zeltariaâs magic coiled out and wrapped around Iliaâs legs, a stiff black bar forming between her knees to spread them wide even as her ankles were bound together.
It forced her knees wide open as her hands were brought around behind her back, and finally the black inky lines wisped their way to the ceiling and lifted Ilia with them.
The defeated Succubus was suspended without an ounce of effort from Zeltaria.
Iro almost giggled as Zeltaria spun Ilia to face him, a big black ball gag having formed in the purple Succubusâs mouth. She refused to look the inverted canine in the eye.
âApologize,â Zeltaria ordered, but Ilia only stared away, squirming in her new restraints.
Zeltaria let out a sigh, and with less drama than Ilia had shown, she conjured a single-tailed whip from her dark magic. She lashed it across Iliaâs bare ass, leaving a thin violet streak on her purple skin. Ilia shivered, letting out a soft whimper.
âApologize,â Zeltaria commanded again, her tone making it clear she wasnât going to let Ilia off easy. When Ilia remained silent, her apology muffled by the large black ball gag, Zeltariaâs whip found her skin once more.
Taking a moment to let Ilia whimper through the mix of pain and pleasure, Zeltaria moved over to Iro. She gently lowered him to the ground and cut the ropes binding the canine. She then removed the rubber muzzle from Iroâs snout, standing back up to look down at him with her usual air of superiority.
âShe didnât hurt you too badly, did she?â Zeltaria asked, shooting a quick, annoyed glance at Ilia before turning her attention back to Iro.
Still catching his breath, Iro tried to ignore the throbbing sensation in his lower region. âN-noâ¦m-mistress,â he managed to stutter out.
Zeltaria ran her fingers along the underside of Iroâs jaw, her eyes narrowing slightly as she smiled. âGood. Wait here, I have one more ~thing~ to sort out before we head home. And call the local authorities. Iâll ~also~ handle thatâ¦â
Iro, still somewhat fearful of defying Zeltaria and removing the jewelry she had adorned him with, could only watch as Zeltaria continued to punish Ilia with a surprising intensity.
Ilia, gagged and bound, let out clear moans of pleasure through her gag.
Iro made a mental note to himself: never cause any damage around the mansion.