"Ah shit, what a stud! Bet he tastes like honey, Circi!" A violet haired she-devil giggled merrily, reveling in the prospect of a piping hot meal: you.

Her compatriot, a bit more stoic, pressed her bare feet against your chest to pin you to the earth. "He'll do, I guess." It was clear that this one was in charge, cold and callous for sure.

You squirmed beneath her tiny left foot as it ran across your chin and cheeks, delicate toes fondling your lips; imps were such a fucking drag.

Then again, such was life as a low-level adventurer. Even lesser monsters like these two could beat your ass with a little bit of planning, subjugating you to their dark appetites the second you'd been had; the aloof manic of the two circled you in a childish trot. "Trix, did you put a binding seal on him yet? Don't want any teleportation magic being used; it'd be a waste."

The less composed of the two yapped away, already unfastening your trousers without any decorum or ceremony, "Yeah, yeah, yeah...this chump doesn't even know a spell like that, don't cha'?" Tiny, manicured nails dug into your thighs and massaged your man flesh like a chef would tenderize a fresh cut.

"Hey! I'm competent! You should know--" You groaned angrily before a couple of Circi's plump little toes pressed past your lips to hush you. Both minor devils were clad in little straps of black leather, barely passing for underwear and footwraps. Not that there was much to cover in the first place; both were flat as boards.

"Mhmm," she hushed you sadistically, turning her head slightly, "I'm going first. You get too carried away to leave seconds, Trix."

Pouting, the immature imp folded her arms, "...You'd better...I'm sitting on his face then..." Good grief. Resigned to your fate, and not a stranger to the matter, you took a deep breath of the cool night air; it would be the last fresh breath you had for a while. Circi lowered herself above your twitching prick, her infernal heat rousing your tool. She cooed softly,