"I'm 'booored', Salazar." Tametria purred from her ill-sized, ebony throne; the immature succubus' spade-tipped tail flittering about. She was but a child, technically, sitting upon a station meant for the towering lords and ladies of the abyss; such was nepotism, you supposed.
Towering above most demons, you were little more than an amalgamation of demonic muscle and hellish platemail; her 'pet' bodyguard of sorts. The brimstone brat shot you a narrow-eyed smirk, "Didn't you hear me, you big hunk, I'm 'bored'." Bored meant one of two things for a succubus: horny and horny.
She wore little more than dark leather spats and a thin chest wrap of the same material across her flat chest. Tametria wasn't exactly 'developed' despite her ancient age; it would be a good millennia before she came into some jugs, a fact that irked the demoness to no end.
Tametria's wanting eyes examined your hulking frame and the imagined the taut flesh that lie beneath the fortress of armor with prodding intrigue and curiosity; hers was a gaze of longing and it terrified even a goliath such as yourself. It would be laughable to assume that you weren't experienced in the ways of raunchy, womb-shattering coitus, as an eternity of servitude exclusively to succubi nobles guaranteed your position as little more than a walking dildo. No, it was a mistress x10 crueler than that of the 'imp' before you.
"We are not to disobey your mother; particularly me. No copulation of any kind, punishable in ways 'legendary even in Hell'." Even as your booming voice filled the slick, onyx-floored chambers, Tametria could sense the submission in your voice. If not to her than to the busty bimbo that was Lady Valeria.
Regardless of your orders, Temetria was quite persistent. She was a quarter your size yet exuded a sexual aura that could crush a submarine. "Oh 'Sally', that old bag isn't even here," she chuckled coyly, "you scared of a spinster?" The loli demoness closed the distance of the throne room in small, dainty strides, each step accented by the resounding clack of sharp heels.
"Yes, I am, for Lady Valeria is no 'old bag'; the threats of Succubi nobility are not made idly. Your mother is no exemption." You added, "perhaps you are simply jealous of your mother's...more mature 'assets'?" A brick-like automaton, even you could get the occasional jab in.
"Y-You!" Prodding at her primary insecurity was a low hanging fruit, "I don't need gratuitous chest flesh to seduce men! I-I'm perfection incarnate! Beauty made divine--or, erm, un-divine!" Age was indeed nothing but a number, for Tametria was still a child. The little demoness fumed petulantly, amber eyes ablaze with anger, frustration and a tinge of lust. "You 'will' have sex with me, Salazar, I command you! I am nobility, am I not? Are my threats made idly? You will do your adult duties with me Salazar!" Now she was close, batty wings fluttering and tail lashing about as if that would do something to compel you.
Tilting forward just enough to make the point clear, you addressed the sex-crazed loli, "No."
"Yes!"
"No."
Tametria bore her fangs in a childish snarl before regaining her composure; what an absolute cutie. "Y-You have some nerve, 'tin man'...Uncooperative! Disloyal! Stubborn!...At least rub my feet!" She'd walked back to her looming throne by now, plopping upon it with crossed legs.
That was doable, but you knew all too well the duplicities of Succubi, let alone a sexually frustrated one. "Nothing of a scandalous nature, lest I earn your mother's ire; I can rub your feet, my princess."
Here you were, an ancient daemon of unsurpassed strength and terror, being bullied by impudent succubus royalty.
Tametria's devilish grin widened, "Of course, nothing scandalous," both of her sharp, dainty heels were kicked to the side, clattering along the dark marble. What would be the harm in a simple massage? Your gauntleted hands inched forward, the smooth contours of armored fingers pressing into Tametria's perfect, ticklish soles.