Miles

"You'll get to as soon as you get her under control, Kitten," I reply, standing up from my chair and walking over to her, towering above her. "This cock," I grab ahold of myself, "will be yours to do with as you please. It's not cumming until you do."

"Miles," She pleads, looking up at me, "I can't. She's too strong."

"Baby," Samael speaks up, tearing his lips from Luka's cock to look at his other mate, "She's a part of you. If she's too strong, it's because you made her that way."

"Imagine your succubus," Luka states, looking almost as miserable as Katrina, making me wonder if Samael has been giving Luka a lesson in edging as well, "Once you have her pictured in your mind, imagine that you're trapping her, whether that be a box covered in chains or a prison cell. Once she's thoroughly locked up, imagine her confinement shrinking into the tiniest of pebbles, and then picture that pebble being swept away by the ocean's current."

"I feel like I'm on fire." Katrina whispers, her eyes