"...Demona looks pretty worked up. why don't you give her some relief?" Elisa said, grinning.
Demona smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mistress," she said. A part of her mused on the fact that, out of all her failed attempts to best the detective, the final thing that would make her admit defeat was the detective's greater sexual prowess. And then
she didn't think, just losing herself in the pleasure of serving her master and mistress.
Goliath growled softly, musing that tonight was a good night indeed. Picking Demona up roughly and throwing her on the couch, he kissed her roughly, thrusting in and out of the femgoyle's dripping pussy. And in that one moment, Demona felt good, truly
good, for the first time in ages. Her resistance to the brainwashing had already broken, the sex broke through the walls in her heart.
Even without the brainwashing, she still loved Goliath. Still needed him.
She didn't care that she'd be second to Elisa. She had Goliath back (sort of), and she was happy.
Elisa, for her part, just lay back in her easy chair, completely spent. She had been brought to climax fifteen times during that lovemaking session. Her pussy ached, but it was the good kind of ache. The kind you get after a good workout. Plus, her
entire body was deliciously tingly. If sex with a gargoyle is like that, she thought, then to hell with any reservations I have. I was already in love with Goliath. Now I'm in lust for him as well.
She giggled, feeling herself get aroused again despite how worn out she was.
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