The Nether Realms! The very bottom of the universe! The place where the worst of all souls go to meet their ultimate fate. For most, it is a place that repays all the horror, dread, and pain that they inflicted on others. Not very pleasant, not very pleasant at all. Not unless you're one of the natives. They get to have all the fun they want at the expense of those weaker than them. Thankfully, most of them are content to stay where they are and feast on the plentiful supply of tainted souls that pour their way. For a succubus like Inkaris, though, that taste is all wrong... she wants innocence. Chastity. Purity. And since virgins in Hell are rare indeed (especially once the demons get at them), she's forced to go elsewhere for her favorite supper. It's time to ascend... so she takes a well-manicured nail to the border between realities and slashes a nice little gouge into another world. But she has no idea who just had the same idea...
 
Mind you... Mimiteh was going another place entirely. Specifically, she was going to look for pretty little demons to enjoy. The gate that Inkaris opens actually reveals the other, predatory demoness.... briefly. Her reaction is instantaneous, and irresistable. Ashen hands lash out, grabbing ahold of the smaller succubus, before tugging her through that rift, which promptly seals behind her! However, she has other problems... specifically, the fact that a bigger, hungrier demoness, with flaming hair and a very, very worrying smile on her lips has her arms wrapped tightly around her, squeezing the smaller succubus firmly to her ample chest. "Mmmh.... I didn't know that the Nether Realms delivered...."
 
Inkaris squeals in surprise as a figure much taller than her meager four feet grabs hold of her and yanks her through the portal! She didn't expect to find someone else in the Between! Unsurprisingly, her cry of dismay has a little twist of lust in it. It's in her nature as a succubus. Still, open as she is to every sort of depravity, surprise is surprise. Inkaris twists as she's pulled to resist her assailant, and her hands land on a nipple apiece. This does nothing to forestall her from falling into the valley that is Mimiteh's cleavage, and soon Inkaris's raven hair looks like nothing more than a boob-toupee. The little succubus squirms, trying to break free... though her gyrations don't look quite totally fearful.
 
And, well, they shouldn't be... the greater demoness only wants to enjoy her in a way that she's enjoyed so many lost souls before. Hell, she knows how good it may feel, she's felt her own prey writhing in her grasp, even as she screws them senseless. She knows what to expect... to a degree, at any rate. Still, the smile of the other demoness is anything but comforting, as she runs her hands down Inkaris's figure, feeling her curves, caressing her little hips, then grabbing her butt. At the same time, there's the sensation of Mimiteh's clothing turning into smoke, and the sound of flesh parting, tentacles slithering out of the demoness' back, as at her groin something even kinkier emerges, a fully prehensile, tentacle-covered shaft wriggling its way out against Inkaris' belly. She can feel all of the small, fine tentacles writhing in eager anticipation against her.. god, what must that feel like INSIDE her....
 
Inkaris herself is already naked-- all that hellfire tends to make the Nether Realms unseasonably warm all year round-- so as Mimiteh's shaft makes itself known, Inkaris feels its slimy length in intimate detail. This is a really bad sign for her; though gastly, twitching tentacular appendages from between the legs are nothing new to her, she's generally observed them from a very, very safe distance. Humans might think of a succubus as a monster, but in the Nether Realms, they're only higher up the food chain than imps and the damned. So if Mimiteh is one of those. Ooooh, that's so very bad. Inkaris pushes with all her might against Mimiteh's chest (it takes a while to get any traction, given how much softness there is to get through) and tries to get as far away as she can. Strangely, her waist seems to be firmly adhered to Mimiteh's cock. And rubbing it gently.
 
The demoness cannot help but laugh softly at that... oh, they all struggle, but these little succubi are almost eager to be eaten... and to be fucked senseless beforehand. Smirking a little bit, she eases up on her hold with her arms, instead looping her tail and a few tentacles around Inkaris' waist and various appendages, holding the littler 'cubus away a bit, to inspect her... to really get a good look at what she's going to eat, before she has her fun. Her cock doesn't seem to mind this, though... it just stretches a bit to reach the other demoness, 'nosing' at her nethers a bit, drooling precum and oozing lubricating slime from the tips of its tentacles...
 
Inkaris struggles against Mimiteh's hold, her every tug and twist seeming to present her womanhood for a moment before snatching it away. Her skin is a very pale peach color, with hints of a blueish-white shade coming through from below when the light strikes her right. She is gently curved, leaner than average on account of not having fed on a human's lust for some time. Hot red tattoos crisscross her skin, a maze of open, curly symbols violently penetrated by thick, solid lines, all arranged beautifully to accentuate her bust's curves and point the way to the opening between her legs. Sending her hair rippling, she shakes her head and squeaks "Nnoooooo!" at the other demon's encroaching member.
 
This just makes the drow-hued demoness giggle.... and nod. "Oh, yes.... yes in-deed, little morsel.... going to fill you up with that big, hot cock... gonna fuck you senseless, and suck out your soul. I'm going to make you part of me.... and eat your pretty little empty body when I'm done..." she says, purring quietly as she leans in, pressing her lips to Inkaris' gently, her tongue invading the lesser 'cubus mouth teasingly, as the tentacles on Inkaris' legs spread them apart, angling her hips and slowly tugging her down, as that eager tentacle-penis pulses and throbs against her, wriggling and repositioning itself to start forcing its way into that tight little pussy, stretching the little one out and filling her ALL the way up, the tentacles along its length flicking, stroking and kneading against her sensitive inner workings...
 
"Nnooooo!" Inkaris wails again, sounding like this is only some kinky game. She tries to clamp her ankles back together... a bit... but ultimately fails to keep Mimiteh from opening her drooling, eager womanhood. The first nudges are all it takes to awaken her succubean instincts. With all the appearance of struggling to get away, she wiggles back and forth, widening the passage and swallowing up tentacle after tentacle. Her unnatural passage squirms tangibly around Mimiteh's penis, squeezing it, caressing it, tugging it. If Mimiteh really wanted to, she might be able to get it out. But odds are it's just going to go deeper, to the demoness' mutual pleasure.
 
Which is really the goal, after all... that dark tentacle-penis is every bit as eager to be in Inkaris as Inkaris is to have it in her! Moaning softly, Mimiteh grins all the same, her hands reaching down to gently stroke that tiny, tight little body in her grasp, kneading that toned little belly, lightly caressing those soft little breasts, even gently stroking Inkaris' cheeks as she leans in, kissing the smaller demoness again, before pulling away. She can't help but smile, all the same, feeling a strand of saliva connecting their lips pop as she lightly shakes her own head, then thrusts her hips forward, stuffing that sizeable length deep into her prey! Ohgod, and it's /writhing/ inside Inkaris, too, every tentacle moving its own way, teasing every last centimeter of that greedy little succubus pussy as Mimiteh pinches Inkaris' nipples teasingly. "Moan for me... writhe for me... surrender to me and become one with me..." she says, purring all the while...
 
And Inkaris responds the same as she always has, though the emphasis is quite different: "Mmmmmnnnnnnoohhhhhh...!" Her head tilts back when Mimiteh releases her from the kiss. Pleasure curls up and out of her pussy and strangles the parts of her that want to survive. Her writhing insides contort around the tentacle-member, sheathing each phallus in its own private womb. Tensing every muscle in her lower body, the succubus grinds atop Mimiteh's member, sliding the whole thing around and stirring up her insides. This is truly the succubus's greatest weakness, to wrap the invitation to submit in such a sweet draft of pleasure. The suggestion chews at her. Her soul warms, dripping like hot butter, becoming soft and pliable...
 
Mimiteh smirks at that... and thrusts her hips forward, pushing her member even deeper into the succubus before her, using her own tentacles for leverage, essentially reducing Ikkaris to her own, private fucktoy. The feeling of that twisted, delicious little soul melting, becoming ripe, delicious food for her. Smirking, the succubus moans softly herself, enjoying the feeling of that eager little snatch around her shaft as she leans in, licking that sensitive ear before her for a few moments. Then, her lips press to that sensitive appendage, as she starts to whisper quietly. "Give in.... it's so wonderful in here... so hot, so soft, so eager... so welcoming. It's home... it wants you, it needs you, and you want to be in it as well... surrender... surrender your soul...." Coaxing.... seducing, almost... before wrapping her lips around that pointy ear, suckling it teasingly as her tongue invades it.
 
The words dribble into Inkaris and ooze through her entire body, breaking down her resistance like flesh before acid. She is a creature of lust, but the power in this greater demon is just so much more than her own... she cannot help but be drawn toward it and into it. Inkaris feels her will failing, a release building like an oncoming orgasm. Her nipples jut from her breasts, themselves thickening in lustful abandon. Her pussy fattens and oozes around Mimiteh's cock, pulsating ever more rapidly moment to moment. Groaning, Inkaris feels her throat clenching, the better to make the ultimate sound of defeat: "Gnnnnh... nnnnhh.... yyyyesssssss..." Inkaris bursts into ecstasy, pumps madly at Mimiteh, and surrenders everything to the pleasure.
 
Mimiteh shudders at that.. .and groans softly, before sighing deeply, apparently QUITE content with this. Purring happily... she lets the eager little succubus have her fun, thrusting her thick cock deep into the smaller, weaker succubus, feeling every twitch of those internal muscles, feeling the girl give in to that lust... and loving that victory, savoring the flavor of it as she cries out, cumming into that tight, needy little pussy.... before her cock starts to pulse in quite a different way, draining the soul from that delicious little body, drawing the essence of the defeated Inkaris into the greater demoness, to become part of something much greater than she, herself, is... leaving a weak, exhausted, and very well-pleased body behind, with Inkaris' awareness trapped in it and in the greater demoness at the same time, experiencing a curious duality as Mimiteh pulls out with a lewd slurp. "Mmh...."
 
Both Inkaris's essence and her manifestation mirror one another. The body slumps backward as far as Mimiteh's grasp will allow, breasts flopping to either side of her ribcage. A sleepy, vacant grin crosses her face, the one tension in her otherwise limp form. Inside of Mimiteh, the demoness's soul, such as it is, has curled into a little ball, a small and helpless bundle of self clinging together by inertia alone. Like a droplet of some substance immersed in water, she is cloudy around the edges, bits and pieces escaping from the mass and dispersing of their own accord. She makes no move to try to hold these errant bits close; she's too awed by the vastness of the spirit that surrounds her. Her fate is to be decided by its will.
 
Smiling... the demoness closes her eyes, and gently strokes over her stomach, feeling the tingling warmth of the succubus within her. Within her soul, there's movement... that vast sea rippling, before a pair of warm, gentle arms wrap around Inkaris... and then more... and more, and more. The souls of other demons, become part of Mimiteh... lingering selves, usually silent, sometimes called upon to serve their Mistress' needs, emerge to welcome their new sister, gently coaxing her down into that deep, welcoming warmth, soothing her fear as they do, whilst the demoness tries to decide what to do with her leftovers. "Mmmh.... do I eat you... feed you to my cock... or make a pretty new sex doll. Decisions, decisions...."
 
Inkaris squirms delightfully against the arms dragging her down, not out of any terror but to better feel their touch against every part of her body. Her submission has stripped her of fear and hesitation. As readily as she offered herself to Mimiteh, she offers herself to them, for the two are one and the same. Unthinking, her body echoes her dissociated mind: she speaks, softly and sleepily, to say, "Whatever best pleases my Mistress."
 
Smiling at that... the demoness nods, and closes her eyes. Reaching down, she gently picks up the soulless shell of Inkaris, leaning in to kiss that lovely little body on the lips, before she sighs happily, and sets off. It has been a proifitable day indeed... a lovely meal, a lovely new bit of herself, and a gorgeous new toy... what more could a demoness want?