I gasped as Aria pulled back from our kiss, both of us breathing heavily. Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity.

"So, this vampire..." she purred, before capturing my lips again in a searing kiss that made my toes curl. Her tongue danced with mine, teasing and exploring until we had to break apart for air.

"What about them?" I managed between breaths.

"Why are you so interested in them?" Her fingers traced lazy circles on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Before I could answer, she kissed me again, more demanding this time.

My succubus body responded eagerly to her touch, even as my mind worked to maintain control. When we separated, I gave her a careful response. "They're causing trouble for someone important."

"Mmmm, and who might that be?" Her lips found my ear, nibbling gently before trailing down my neck. Another kiss silenced any reply I might have given.

I couldn't help but smile against her lips, amused by her rather obvious strategy. Classic Aria - trying to seduce information out of me. Though the genuine concern in her eyes told me this wasn't just idle curiosity.

"Someone from the mortal realm," I said vaguely after our next kiss ended.

Her hands began wandering lower, tracing the curves of my body through my clothes. "You're being very mysterious, Lily." Another deep kiss.

"Maybe I'm- ah!" I gasped as her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. "Maybe I'm developing an air of mystery."

Aria's hand slipped beneath my skirt, her touch becoming more intimate. "Let's see how long you can keep your secrets when I do this..."

My breath hitched as her fingers reached their destination. Despite the pleasure coursing through me, I couldn't help but feel amused at her persistence.

I reached for Aria's wandering hands, catching her wrists with a playful smirk. "If you think I'll surrender my secrets that easily..." My grip tightened as I pulled her closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You'll have to work much harder than that."

"Oh?" Aria's eyes lit up with challenge. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

I slid my hands up her arms, tracing the curves of her body until I reached the clasps of her uniform. Each button came undone slowly, deliberately, my fingers grazing the exposed skin beneath. Aria shivered under my touch, her breath catching as I traced the edge of her lace bra.

Her hands found my blouse, working the buttons free with practiced ease. Our lips met again, hungrier this time, as clothing fell away piece by piece. The heat between us built with each caress, each revealed inch of skin.

"Tell me about this vampire," Aria whispered between kisses down my neck. "Who are they threatening that's got you so concerned?"

I gasped as her teeth grazed a sensitive spot. Perhaps I could share some truth, carefully wrapped in omission. "They've stole someone... ah!" Her hands cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. "Someone who was mine."

"Mmm?" She unclasped my bra, replacing fabric with warm lips. "A mortal pet?"

My back arched as her tongue circled my nipple. "Yes... I can't let some vampire just take what's mine."

"Of course not." Aria's mouth moved to my other breast, her tongue teasing the sensitive peak. "No one takes what belongs to us." Her hands slid lower, drawing patterns on my stomach. "But you're still hiding something."

I threaded my fingers through her hair, my breath coming faster. "A girl needs her secrets."

She looked up at me, eyes dark with desire. "True. But that won't stop me from trying to learn them all." Her mouth descended between my thighs, drawing a long moan from my throat.

"The vampire hunters," she murmured against my skin. "Why work with mortals?" Her tongue traced patterns that made coherent thought difficult.

"They have... resources," I managed between gasps. "Information we need- oh!"

I moaned as Aria's skilled tongue continued its relentless assault on my most sensitive areas. Between languid strokes, she murmured against my flesh, "Mortals can have their uses, I suppose."

"Ah! G-good that you under-" My words dissolved into a gasp as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. My fingers tightened in her dark hair, my thighs trembling on either side of her head.

She pulled back slightly, her hot breath teasing my wet flesh. "But you're still hiding something, aren't you?" Her teeth grazed my sensitive button, sending electric shocks through my body. My mind went blank for a precious second, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"There's... there's someone there," I managed between ragged breaths. "A mortal I fancy."

Aria's movements stopped as she looked up at me, her violet eyes sparkling with amusement. A knowing smile spread across her lips, glistening with evidence of her activities. "My, my... you've already managed to entice two of them?" Her tongue flicked out teasingly. "When are you planning to bring them here?"

I drew in a shaky breath, gathering my scattered thoughts. "I don't know yet."

Aria's eyes glazed over, lost in thought about potential new playthings. Her tongue stopped its teasing, her grip on my thighs loosened. Perfect. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I pushed forward suddenly, toppling her backward onto the floor.

Before she could react, I positioned myself between her spread legs, her glistening flower mere inches from my face. I smirked up at her flushed face. "You didn't think getting information out of me would be that easy, did you?"

Aria's eyes darkened with desire as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her lips curved into a challenging smile. "Do your worst."

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I buried my face deeper, tasting Aria's sweet essence as my tongue explored her delicate folds. Her nectar was intoxicating, making my head spin with desire as I savoured each drop. My tongue circled her opening before dipping inside, drawing a sharp gasp from above.

"By the nine hells, Lily," Aria moaned, her fingers tangling in my silver hair. "Your tongue... it's the best..."

I hummed against her sensitive flesh, sending vibrations through her core. "You say that every time," I teased, before sliding a finger inside to join my tongue. My other hand snaked down between my own legs, keeping my arousal burning hot.

"Because- ah!" She arched her back as I curled my finger. "Because it's true!"

"Too much flattery is bad for you," I murmured against her wet flesh, adding another finger to my ministrations.

Despite her ragged breathing, Aria managed to ask, "Tell me about these mortals of yours. Are they men? Women? What do they look like?"

I considered my answer carefully while continuing my attentions. "One's a woman," I said between licks. "Exotic beauty with dark skin and fierce eyes. Strong, athletic build." My tongue flicked a particularly sensitive spot. "The other..." I hesitated for a moment. "A man. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Tall, lean but fit."

"Mmm," Aria purred. "And his package? How does he feel inside?"

I felt heat rush to my cheeks at her question. How exactly does one describe their own... former equipment? I paused, lost in the bizarre nature of my situation.

A wicked gleam flashed in Aria's eyes. Her leg hooked behind my shoulder in a blur of movement, and she flipped us over. I landed on my back with a soft thud, her triumphant face painted with a smirk.

"Someone must have really fond memories to be this distracted," she purred, her violet eyes dancing with mischief as she settled into position above me.

My face flushed, not from her observation but from the sight before me as she lowered herself onto my face. Her thighs settled on either side of my head, her intimate scent overwhelming my senses.

"I can't wait to test him out myself," she declared before diving between my legs. I gasped at the first touch of her tongue, my back arching off the floor. Not wanting to be outdone, I pulled her hips down and matched her movements.

Time seemed to blur as we explored each other with increasing urgency. Our tongues danced in perfect rhythm, drawing gasps and moans from each other. The pressure built steadily, like a wave gathering strength. When it finally crashed over us, we cried out in unison, our bodies trembling against each other.

But for succubi like us, one peak was merely the beginning. Our supernatural stamina and endless hunger demanded more. We switched positions countless times, taking turns focusing entirely on each other's pleasure. Aria's earlier questioning forgotten as she'd already learned enough to satisfy her curiosity.

Now we moved against each other in a different way, our most intimate parts pressed together. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through my body with each movement. Sweat glistened on our skin in the dim light of the room.

"You must really fancy that realm," Aria said between heavy breaths, her hips moving in a steady rhythm against mine. "Taking trips there... already thinking of bringing two mortal toys back..."

Before I could form a coherent response through my gasps of pleasure, the door opened. Isabella stood in the doorway, arms crossed and wearing an accusatory expression.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" she asked, but the playful glint in her ice-blue eyes betrayed her feigned annoyance. Her fingers were already working at the buttons of her uniform, letting it fall away piece by piece.

Aria laughed breathlessly, never stopping her movements. "We got... impatient."

I watched through half-lidded eyes as Isabella's pale skin emerged from beneath her clothing. Her small but perfect breasts caught the light as she approached us, a predatory grace in her steps.

"Clearly," Isabella said, dropping the last of her clothes beside us. She knelt down, running her hands along both our bodies. "Though I suppose I can forgive you... if you make it up to me."

I reached for her, pulling her down into a deep kiss. Her lips were soft against mine, tasting of the crimson tea she favoured. Aria's movements slowed but didn't stop, drawing out our pleasure as we welcomed Isabella into our intimate dance.

Isabella's lips left mine to trail down my neck while her hands joined our connected bodies. Aria's movements grew more urgent, drawing gasps from both of us. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure and the scent of arousal. The three of us moved together in perfect harmony, our supernatural stamina ensuring this intimate dance would continue long into the day.

I rose first from our tangled mess of limbs, my skin sticky with dried sweat, saliva, and other fluids. Every muscle ached pleasantly as I stretched, surveying the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Our clothes lay scattered across the floor, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of sex and satisfaction.

Poor Bellas lay sprawled in the corner, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His normally fair skin had taken on an almost ghostly pallor - even with all his magical enhancements, we had clearly pushed him to his limits. Our juices still glistened on his exhausted body.

"I need a shower," I announced, grimacing at the crusty patches on my skin. Some of Isabella's essence had dried in my hair, making it stiff and matted. "I feel like I've been glazed like a pastry."

Aria stirred from her position on the floor, where she'd been idly tracing patterns in the mixture of fluids on her stomach. "Wait for me," she mumbled, slowly pushing herself up on shaky arms. Her normally perfect hair was a disaster, tangled and sticky with various substances I'd rather not identify.

"Room for one more?" Isabella asked from where she lay. She'd managed to prop herself up against the wall, but hadn't made any move to stand yet. Her usual pristine appearance was thoroughly destroyed - love bites decorated her neck and breasts, while streaks of white and clear fluid painted abstract patterns across her pale skin.

"The bath could probably fit three more people if we wanted," I said, extending my hands to help them both up. "Though I think we've worn poor Bellas out enough for one day."

Aria giggled as she stumbled to her feet. "He'll recover. That's what all those modifications are for, after all."

We made our way to the bathroom, holding onto each other for support on unsteady legs. The shower was indeed spacious - a necessity for creatures with wings. I turned on multiple shower heads, letting hot water cascade over us from several angles.

"Mmm, perfect," Isabella sighed as the water hit her skin. She reached for the soap, but I caught her hand.

"Allow me," I purred, taking the soap and working up a lather between my palms. I started with her shoulders, working my way down her back. Aria pressed against me from behind, her hands sliding around to soap up my breasts.

"We should probably actually get clean this time," I said, though I couldn't help arching into Aria's touch.

"We will," Isabella promised, turning to face me. She took the soap and began washing my stomach. "Eventually."

The water ran in rivulets down our bodies as we cleaned each other with gentle touches. Hands slipped over soap-slicked skin, ostensibly cleaning but lingering perhaps longer than strictly necessary on certain areas. Steam filled the air around us, making everything feel dreamy and surreal.

Once we'd finally managed to get properly clean for the bath, I guided us to the large sunken tub. It filled quickly with hot water and sweet-smelling oils. We sank into it with collective sighs of relief, the warm water soothing our tired muscles.

I settled between Isabella and Aria, enjoying the feeling of their soft skin against mine under the water. Isabella's head rested on my shoulder while Aria's fingers idly played with my hair. The peaceful moment was a stark contrast to our earlier passionate frenzy.

"This is nice," Aria murmured, her hand trailing lazy patterns on my thigh under the water.

"Mhmm," Isabella agreed, her eyes closed in contentment. "Though we should probably discuss our plans at some point."

"Later," I said, pulling them both closer. "Right now, I just want to enjoy this."

We fell into comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the sides of the tub. Our bodies floated together in the warm water, clean and satisfied, at least for the moment. I knew we'd need to address serious matters soon enough, but for now, I allowed myself to simply exist in this perfect moment.