Lust Spells

By Princess Alexandria

*** Elisa walks across her cell to stare at the gargoyle in the cell next to her. Demona had that clone drugged severely so that Delilah didn't curse and demand to be let go, and Elisa wished she could regret that but the quiet was a relief. "So that's our clone." She said flatly to Demona as she studied the new female's face. A tinge of humor entered her voice, "Surprise, It's a girl. Oh honey she'll be off to school in no time. Kids grow so fast."

"I'm not your honey." Demona bothered to look up from her spell book to glare at the detective. For a prisoner that woman's spirits were irritatingly high, but at least she didn't yell like her clone and give Demona a headache.

"I think I know that." Elisa glared at her from her cell. Demona had managed to capture them both, but she still didn't know what she'd do with them. She just was so offended by the mere existence of a clone of BOTH her and that human she felt she needed to do something.

"She's..." Elisa returned to staring at the finally quiet clone. "She's so... obnoxious."

Demona raised an eye ridge as her only response. That was certainly true.

The information finally downloaded. Demona set her book down so that she could print it out. She could have read it off the screen, but years of reading only books made her prefer paper in her hands.

After reading a few pages she glanced up at the clone. Delilah was drugged a bit too heavily to answer questions from the look of the blank stare. "Have you heard of anything strange about her detective?"

Elisa looked up and Demona could see in her eyes that the human knew what she was talking about. The mix of human DNA had contaminated the clone. She wasn't fully gargoyle.

"I've never met her before."

"How lucky for you." Demona's sarcasm was thick. "But you've heard something haven't you?"

"She doesn't turn to stone." Elisa sighed and gave up information that would be painfully obvious in a few hours anyhow. "Aside from the wonderful personality we saw here, she tends to obey any male in command with little question." Elisa glanced at the clone. She wasn't comfortable with the fact that Thailog had made her to look like Elisa. She felt a bit violated. "She's smarter than the other clones, a bit sneaky, and..." She looked back at Demona knowing this last part wasn't going to make her any happier than it made Elisa. "she's... He trained her, made her to be a sex toy. She's oversexed."

"What do you mean?" Demona snapped at her while setting down the papers.

"I mean she's been hitting on several of the people in the Labyrinth. My brother has about given up on her." Elisa felt a blush of shame, remembering the looks people gave her when she visited during the day. Speculative looks that came with leering, as if it were her offering her body. "He has to watch her to make sure she isn't..."

"She's a whore?!" Demona's eyes widened with understanding before she picked her papers up to flip through them more quickly. There... That bastard really did it. Demona stared at the readouts about adjusting Delilah's hormone levels to make her more amorous. When Thailog told her she'd been replaced, Demona never thought he'd actually made a sex slave. "With readings like this..." She muttered more to herself than the detective, but didn't bother to worry about what the woman would hear, "her hormone levels."

"What is it?"

Demona glanced up, unhappy with the reminder that she wasn't alone. "He made her that way. It was on purpose."

Elisa watched Demona's fist clench and kept her eyes on Demona's face. It wasn't quite rage she saw there. On any other woman she'd say that Demona was hurt by realizing what Thailog had made, but it was hard to believe that in this case. Demona seemed to only feel rage, not pain.

The expected glare in Delilah's direction actually made Elisa feel better. She preferred being able to predict Demona's moods; it made her feel a little safer. Without her gun, locked in this cell, her ability to read Demona was all that she felt kept her safe. She didn't expect a grand rescue from the clan today. Elisa had been getting ready to go visit her sister and it would take a day or so for anyone to realize she hadn't made it. And Delilah's absence wouldn't raise alarms. Derek complained about how hard it was to keep track of her and that sometimes she'd disappear for an entire night.

"Master." Delilah's drugged murmuring finally made sense and Demona's shoulders seemed to tense when she heard it. Elisa continued to watch their jailer as Demona faced away from them reading the report she'd printed out. When that didn't pull Demona's eyes up from the report Elisa turned her attention to the gargoyle with her face.

Delilah was laid out on the cot in her cell. She wasn't looking as arrogant and argumentative as she had earlier when she was demanding to be let go. Elisa let her eyes travel over Delilah, taking in the blending of her and Demona's DNA. Thailog had made this creature into a sex toy, and Elisa felt a little pity for Delilah that she hadn't expected. If it were truly coded into her genetics, the whorish behavior wasn't entirely Delilah's fault.

"Master, please..." The tone was pleading, hurt. Delilah didn't seem aware of her surroundings at all. "I need... Please, come back." Soft sobs quietly shook the clone's frame.

The angry rustling of paper was the only indication that Demona was hearing any of this. Elisa barely glanced at her before her eyes trailed back to the crying clone. Elisa's eyes softened just a little.

"Hush." Elisa whispered gently. "It's okay." Delilah was too drugged to realize what was going on, but Elisa continued to try and comfort her with words. The tears just continued to get louder.

"ARGH." Demona growled and stood up suddenly. Elisa stopped her gentle words to look up into Demona's blazing eyes. "Shut her up! I don't want to listen to her constant whining."

"I'm trying." Elisa glared back. Steel was in her voice. If it bothered Demona so much why didn't she just leave? It wasn't like Elisa could break out of this cell. They didn't need the armed guard.

"Master's dead." Delilah muttered, clearly hurt. Elisa could see that upset Demona. Her eyes burned more brightly.

"Shut her up or I won't wait to experiment on the two of you, I'll just kill her." Demona spoke slowly through gritted teeth. This was the first hint of why the gargoyle had taken both of them, and it wasn't reassuring to know.

"Well there isn't a lot I can do from here now is there?" Elisa stared at Demona daring her to disagree. Elisa felt a bit uncomfortable with her clone but she didn't want her dead.

Demona moved to the wall and pressed a button. Elisa stepped back quickly when the dividing wall between the two cells slide into the wall. "There, now keep her quiet." Demona turned around quickly, her caped wings trailing after her and making her look regal as she marched to her worktable.

Elisa resisted the urge to say something and moved slowly to the bedside of the white haired clone. Keep her quiet. Yeah, easier said than done.

Elisa didn't really know what to do about Delilah. The clone was clearly upset, a bit drunk looking, and not being quiet. Demona was clearly aggravated by the noise, and Elisa knew it was dangerous to piss Demona off. At least if you didn't have a big gun in your hand at the time it was dangerous.

Her hand hesitantly moved to caress Delilah's white hair. It seemed to help a little. The hair was baby soft, fine. Elisa wove her fingers through it gently, slowly. "Shh..." She whispered. "It's okay."

Her eyes traveled over the familiar face, taking in the small differences. Delilah's skin was a little browner. Her eyes were clearly gargoyle. Her brow ridge was clearly not human. Elisa found her hands caressing that difference, reassured that it was there. No one would ever mistake Delilah for Elisa, unless they didn't see her. Elisa sighed at the unfamiliar vulnerability in her own voice, coming out of someone else's mouth.

"I want out of here." Delilah whimpered, far different from her demanding and arrogant self earlier. Elisa had to wonder which one was the real Delilah, the arrogant female that tried to stare down Demona, or the frightened female she was looking at now.

"I know. So do I." She spoke quietly, knowing that Demona was hearing all of this anyhow. She didn't offer up the hope that the clan would save them or that Demona would make a mistake so that they could run. Demona had to know Elisa was gambling on that, but no point in bringing it up.

Her hand continued to caress Delilah's brow ridge the same way she'd seen Broadway comfort Angela when she cried. Just like Angela Delilah became quieter. Her head moved subtly from side to side to encourage the caress.

When things got quieter Demona glanced over to see what the detective had done to finally get that clone to shut up. Her eyes widened just a little at the tender display. Maza was sitting on the edge of the cot, with one hand caressing Delilah's brow ridge. The clone seemed lost in the sensation.

"Maza, you really shouldn't..." Demona started, but when Elisa turned to her and glared she stopped talking and smirked back. Fine, she wouldn't warn her. She didn't even know why she'd started to.

She inhaled deeply and caught the tell tale signs that Elisa's human senses couldn't. Maybe this would be amusing. She pretended to go back to reading, but watched Elisa's hands continue to caress Delilah like only a lover would. Elisa was completely oblivious to the fact that Delilah's body clearly recognized it as a lover's touch.

Elisa continued to slowly caress Delilah's brow ridge, having finally found something that worked to keep Delilah from talking about her "Master" and upsetting Demona.

"Nice..." Delilah muttered and then opened her eyes to stare up at Elisa. The expression on the gargoyle's face made Elisa's eyebrows draw together in confusion. Delilah looked at her with wide eyes that conveyed a sense of shock at what she saw, but it looked like enough of the drugs had worked their way out of Delilah's system for her to finally recognize what she was looking at. "Female?" Okay, so maybe not. Elisa sighed.

"Yes I'm a woman." She didn't understand why that seemed to fascinate Delilah so. She continued her small caresses and gave Delilah a soft and hopefully calming smile.

"I didn't know females could..." Delilah's eyes moved away from Elisa's and it looked like Delilah was concentrating on her own thoughts.

After a few moments it looked like whatever had haunted the clone was resolved, and Delilah reached forward to caress Elisa's hair. Elisa jerked back in shock when she saw Delilah's talon's come into view, but sat still and let the female run them gently through her hair. "I never knew... Master never told me it was possible. It is, isn't it?"

"What is?" Elisa couldn't follow Delilah's comments, and she wasn't sure how much of that had to do with the drugs because Delilah was sounding a bit more steady with her voice and Elisa suspected she was sobering up quickly.

"It is, but human females need a bit of persuading." Demona interrupted and smirked at them when Elisa turned to give her a questioning glare. "Don't give up, they like to be won over no matter what they say."

"Demona, what are you talking about?" Elisa's voice rose. She wasn't sure but she thought Demona was setting her up for something.

Demona just mouthed the words so that Delilah wouldn't hear her "payback Detective. Enjoy your new admirer." Elisa would have continued to glare, but the slow caress to her cheek quickly drew her attention into lightly burning red eyes. Delilah's talon slowly moved to caress Elisa's lower lip.

"I like you." Delilah whispered and Elisa's eyes widened when she finally realized what was going on.

"Ah..." Elisa swallowed a little nervously as Delilah sat up. Of course the clone would pick now to recover from the drugs.

Delilah's eyes were burning lightly and the expression on her face could be called intense. Elisa found her heart beating faster as she tried to think of a way to calm the female down. "You touch so nicely." Delilah's voice was a bit husky with need and it made Elisa cringe. "Touch me some more."

"Delilah!" Elisa spoke loudly when the clone's talons ran along the edge of Elisa's breasts through the t-shirt and stepped back out of range of the cot. "You don't just touch without making sure it's okay first." Her own voice barely shook, which Elisa was relieved to hear. She was trapped in a cage with an amorous gargoyle, and that was making her very nervous. Would Demona actually let Delilah... Elisa's lips pinched together as she looked over at the blue female, and the grin on Demona's face made Elisa think Demona wouldn't be of any help.

"You touched me." Delilah spoke softly, a caress in her tone of voice.

"I was just trying to calm you down." Elisa blushed and had to look away from the hunger in Delilah's expression. "I didn't mean for it to be..."

"I haven't been touched since the Master died." Delilah's sadness made Elisa look back up. "Your brother won't let anyone touch me... and I need it."

"She's right Maza." Demona's voice grated on Elisa's nerves and her own eyes tried to pierce Demona to make her be quiet. Demona only spoke to cause more trouble. "Looking at these readouts, she does NEED it." Demona leered at her. She actually leered, her eyes trailing over Elisa's body and making Elisa feel dirty. "And since you two are going to be cellmates for a long time... maybe you should help her out with that."

"I thought you had experiments you wanted to run." Elisa growled at their captor.

Demona's grin was wicked. "I do." Demona glanced at the hidden camera's aimed toward the cage. They were meant for security, but maybe she should make sure there was a new tape in it. She'd finally made up her mind about what the first experiment would be.

The level of hormones in Delilah was staggering. It was nearly that of a breeding female. It would only be a matter of time before Elisa was forced to satisfy that need. Just a little proper stimulation would make it hard for Delilah to maintain control, and the gargoyle clone must have had a good amount of control to not have taken someone before now.

In the cell Delilah tried to stand and Demona watched the clone sit back down. The drugs were still in her system, but it wouldn't be long now. Demona smirked at Elisa's glare. She found herself strangely excited by the situation. Elisa would be put in her place, humiliated, and the tape sent to Goliath. Even if Goliath forgave Elisa any pleasurable response to the situation, it would always haunt him.

Demona picked up the spell book that she'd been flipping through to kill time while downloading Delilah's medical records and found the spell she hadn't thought she'd ever need.

Demona wandered to the wall switch and put the dividing wall back between the two cells, trapping Delilah on one side and Elisa on the other again. She'd take it down after she was done baiting the trap.

Elisa looked at her warily and Demona just grinned. The detective wasn't stupid. When she pulled out the tranquilizer gun she'd used on Delilah and shot the detective, the clone rushed at the dividing wall. The shock from the electrical jolt tossed Delilah back against her cot.

"I'm not about to hurt her." Demona muttered. Delilah was becoming protective of Maza, but then that was to be understood. Maza was Delilah's future lover if Demona had anything to say about it.

She opened Maza's cell and walked up to the cot the detective passed out on. "You really would have been safer closer to the clone." Demona smirked, well aware of the intense eyes of their audience. Delilah may not make the mistake of letting Maza get too far away from her again.

Her fingers were human so it was easier to unbutton the detective's jeans and lower them over the woman's legs. She let her pale human hands caress the exposed flesh of those legs just enough to make Delilah gasp. The shoes came off as well, leaving Elisa clad in just her t-shirt and underwear. A much more tempting sight.

She glanced over at the quiet clone and noticed the glowing eyes trailing over Maza's flesh. Demona felt a hint of anticipation and amusement. This was so easy. Delilah wanted what she was seeing. It made Demona glance back down at the detective to try and see what it was Delilah saw. Maza's skin was smooth and soft. Her t-shirt rode up high enough to expose equally black underwear, but that shirt would just barely cover that if she were standing up. Maza's hair was spread out over the pillow. She looked like an offering, like a promise, and Demona was going to make sure she delivered.

She rested the spell book on Maza's body and started to chant the spell. After discovering the spell that made Demona and MacBeth share pain, she'd had an interest in spells that shared experience. She'd collected this spell even though it seemed useless. Maza was going to feel the desire the clone felt for her. She turned at the last moment and focused on the clone in the other cell, casting her spell on Delilah. The object of Delilah's affections would feel Delilah's need nearly as strongly as the clone did. This spell shared pleasure just as the spell on Demona and MacBeth shared pain, but unlike the spell the Wyrd Sisters did on Demona, this one had an expiration point. Once the desire was truly mutual it would end, but if that point happened, Elisa would be Delilah's.

Before she left the cell she pulled the detective's t-shirt up slowly. The clone's eyes watching her every move. She cut the bra off of Maza's breasts and made sure Delilah saw them. The stiff points of Maza's breasts could have been cold, but Demona suspected it wasn't. The spell was already in effect. "These are the breasts you caressed." Demona spoke softly to Delilah while mimicking that earlier touch. Demona gently did it one more time before resting the detective more comfortably on the cot and collecting the removed clothes to dump. The bait was set.

The cell-dividing wall was removed and Demona waited for Delilah to rush to Elisa's side before putting it back. Now those two would have to interact, because the cell wasn't large enough for them to avoid each other.

Delilah looked worried as she caressed Elisa's forehead. On a gargoyle that would have been a lover's caress. Demona smiled and sat back down at her worktable to wait. Maza might wake up to something more intimate than she'd expect.

Demona moved to the shadowed part of her dungeon so that even if Delilah thought to look for her she wouldn't see her. She could have left for her security room and watched from there, but... Demona wanted to be in the same room.

Her finger slowly caressed her lower lip as she watched the clone continue to caress Maza's forehead, but the caresses were becoming slower and more intimate. Demona's own touch on her lips tingled as she watched the clone with a face so like Maza's touch the detective.

"Humans like to be touched in other places. The forehead isn't... as sensitive as ours." She couldn't resist the urge to tell Delilah, and her voice seemed to startle the clone. She had planned to just watch, but she found herself wanting to guide the young clone in her exploration of Elisa's body.

Delilah didn't ask, but Demona smirked anyhow. It was clear the clone wanted to. Demona wouldn't make her beg for the information, although that visual was intriguing.

"Her lips." Demona whispered while caressing her own. "Her neck." The back of one finger slid down the column of her neck in explanation, but Delilah couldn't see her. "Her breasts." Demona had to take a moment to nibble on her own lip while imagining the clone touching Maza there. Her own breathing was becoming a little faster with that image playing behind her eyelids. "Her sex." Demona's own arousal now lingered in the air. "Some humans have other spots they enjoy being touched." Demona had discovered a few of her own while exploring her human form. The form she was in now. She wished she had waited until nightfall to start this game, but the timing was ripe now.

Demona went quiet, sure that once the clone became less aware of her presence she'd start to explore some of those places. Demona wanted to watch Maza's surrender, wanted to see that human fall to the trap she'd set.

It seemed to take forever for a curious clone's talon to hesitantly caress Maza's lips, and the slight moan from the slowly waking Maza answered the question about the spell working.

"Take her." Demona couldn't help but whisper, but she kept it too quiet to be heard. The ache in her own sex was amazingly clear. She hadn't expected to feel so strongly about this. Demona wasn't normally so easily aroused. She figured that her victory over the detective was what fueled the rare fire in her body and made her so eager to see it come to completion.

Demona hadn't drugged the detective too badly, but it seemed like the human was going to remain unconscious just to irritate the waiting ancient gargoyle. Delilah looked concerned as she petted Maza's hair, but the caresses didn't go much further.

Demona wouldn't have minded watching Delilah touch the sleeping detective. Since it didn't look like Delilah was going to resort to that, in spite of the hungry looks she gave the human, Demona stepped out of her shadows.

Delilah's eyes followed her as she moved to the workbench again to study the research Dr. Sevarius did with the clones, and Delilah in particular.

"I'm stronger than you now." Delilah spoke with a hint of a threat.

"But not as strong as the cell you're in." Demona wasn't interested in another yelling match with the clone. It was like the good Doctor managed to multiply the detective's ability to irritate, condense it until it reached unheard of levels and inserted it into this clone.

After a moment of silence Demona spoke with a hint of a purr in her voice. "I saw human females mate before. Humans aren't always so careful about where they mate or who might see them."

"How..." Delilah's arrogance faltered. "How do they mate?"

The grin Delilah couldn't see was wicked as Demona listened to the clone fall for it. The more they talked about it, the more Delilah would consider it... and in turn Maza would feel the echo of that desire.

Demona cast her mind back to watching the young human lovers by the lake. At the time it was idle curiosity, morbid in a way. Now she had to take that memory and frame it more favorably than she'd seen it at the time.

"Touch. Taste." Demona spoke seductively. "Their mouths seemed to consume everything, their pleasured moans filled the air. Their touches were tender, insistent." In Demona's mind she could see the two women, hear their pleasured cries and their claims of undying love.

"It seemed strange that one was so reluctant to make love in the beginning." Now she made the story up, modified it to fit her needs. "One of the lovers was so very adamant she didn't want that, but that seems to be a part of their mating ritual. The convincing, where a gargoyle would just assume that no interest existed and move on to another gargoyle. Humans want to be pursued, courted, and eventually won over."

She risked a glance to see the thoughtful look on Delilah's face as she considered that. Elisa was bound to resist at first, and Demona wanted Delilah to know better than to take no for an answer. "If you read their literature about love, their romance novels, you can see it. Human females want to be owned in a way. It's strange. They talk about being equal, but all their literature about mating is about being controlled. They seek a stronger mate to tell them it's okay to mate, or in some cases to teach them that in spite of their protests."

"You've read this literature?" Delilah sounded doubtful. If Demona didn't know that the stories were just fantasies, and often seemed to be men's fantasies, she'd doubt it too. She was selling those fantastical stories about human mating as fact.

"I was very bored while they moved the castle and entertained myself in a library." Demona also heard her tittering human employees talk about the books during their breaks.

Maza started to come to. Demona looked at the disoriented glances the detective gave the walls. "I'll get something for you both to eat." A new idea came to her. "But she'll need help. She's too weak." Delilah would coddle the detective and perhaps help Maza sit up. Touching and the scent of Maza would have to affect Delilah. Maza smelled very nice for a human, the clone would have to be attracted.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to starve. You both are more useful alive." Demona smirked at the captive clone and left to prepare the meal. Perhaps something like sliced fruit. The way a person had to eat the juicy morsels... it would be properly sinful to watch.

Demona sliced more than enough fruit, and made a separate plate of it for herself as well. She had things she could work on in her workroom until things heated up in that cell.

After taking one last glance around her mansions kitchen she grabbed the plates and re-entered her hidden basement.

While she'd had the cells installed a long time ago, this was the first time she'd had occasion to use it. Demona grinned. She'd made it fully intending to have Maza as her long-term guest, it was only so very fitting that she finally had that human.

Killing Maza was too swift, and Demona wanted anything but a swift end to their conflict.

Delilah looked up at her as Demona descended the stairs and Demona had to marvel at how much the clone looked like the human. It was like Demona had two Maza's to play with now, and neither would be rescued anytime soon.

"Here." She spoke a bit harshly while shoving the plate through the bars carefully. She wasn't going to risk shutting the electrical current down while she was in her human form. Delilah was right, at this moment, the clone was stronger.

Delilah took the plate hesitantly and looked doubtful about eating it. "If I want to poison or drug you both I've proven I can do it. I don't need to rely on drugging the food." Demona gave the white haired female a disgusted sigh and moved to sit back at her worktable. Making sure to use the stool that gave her a good view of what happened in that cell.

Delilah took a tentative taste of one piece of fruit before deciding it was okay to feed the human. That clone wasn't the most trusting gargoyle Demona had ever seen. Maybe she did inherit something of Demona after all.

A small grin came to Demona's lips as she watched the clone tenderly moved to prop Elisa's still mostly unresponsive body against her own, serving as a body for Elisa's back to rest on. There were other ways to feed the human and Delilah was choosing the most intimate way.

The drug that Demona used on Delilah earlier, and now on Maza didn't leave the victim to wake up fully aware of what was going on right away. Demona suspected that was why the normally argumentative detective was allowing herself to be hand fed by her clone.

Demona completely forgot about her own plate of food as she stared at the spectacle in front of her. Delilah's eyes burned with her desire, her obvious want, while holding Maza's body against her to make sure the human didn't fall. The talons of the hand doing that slowly caressed the detective's firm stomach through the thin material of the t-shirt Maza wore.

While that was interesting it was Maza herself that held most of Demona's attention. Maza nibbled on the ripe fruit completely unselfconsciously. Her pink tongue traveling out of it's hiding to lick the juices that threatened to fall down her chin. When Delilah didn't feed Maza fast enough the human would eat down to Delilah's hands and try to get the food from between pinched talons, licking and nibbling at Delilah's flesh just as she did the fruit. The tenseness of Maza's body gave away the fact that at least part of her was aware of what she was doing to the clone, but she wasn't aware enough to stop trying to do it.

Demona swallowed hard and set the book she was pretending to read down on the table, unable to concentrate on even the task of keeping up her pretense of not watching. The expression on Maza's face was wanton as she started to suckle on the juices left behind on the clone's talon. The sharp intake of air in response to that came from both Delilah and Demona. Elisa's eyes were partially closed as she pulled one sharp talon into her mouth to suckle. The whimper the human gave off at that moment made Demona's sex throb in need.

A brief image of Elisa suckling on something else came to mind, something of Demona's and she barely managed to muffle her own whimper. It wasn't enough though, because the clone glanced over at her, the sound having reminded her of the audience. Demona pretended to read the book on the table. She could have yelled at the clone to get that speculative look off of Delilah's face, but it would disturb the detective, who looked so happy servicing Delilah's talon's.

"More." Elisa's wanton moan made Demona once again give up the pretense of not watching, to look up at yet another piece of fruit being offered to the human. Demona's sharp eyes caught the slight shiver in Delilah's body at Maza's seductive display.

Oh, Maza... once you realize what your doing... Demona felt a small smile cross her lips. She hadn't expected the Detective to help her out so quickly on convincing the clone to mate with the human. Delilah had to be aching for it. Maza was looking so tempting. The combination of the spell and the drugs did more to help the cause than Demona would have expected. Once Maza was awake enough to want to fight back the desire from Delilah would be near it's peak and hard to resist.

After eating and another nap which she took in Delilah's arms Elisa came to again.

Elisa gritted her teeth as a wave of pleasure rocked her again. She was aware enough to know it wasn't quite right. The press of a body from behind her kept her warm.

"My pants?" She stared down at her bare legs. When did she lose her pants? What happened? Elisa glanced around her and slowly it started to come back to her. She was a prisoner. "She took my pants?" Her voice held a note of disbelief. Demona just didn't do things like that. Why would she do that? It didn't make sense.

Elisa's face was frozen in a grimace as she tried to get her drug slowed mind to figure out what Demona was doing.

"Yes, she did." Delilah's voice near her ear startled her, even though she could feel the clone's body so close to hers. Why was she that close? "I'm sorry I couldn't stop her."

"It's okay." Elisa spoke distractedly. The talon resting on her stomach was still running a small circle, caressing her. It hadn't stopped, but she was finally noticing it.

When Delilah leaned closer to her neck Elisa felt a wave of desire. "I'll try to protect you better." Delilah whispered to her. "Demona's still here." The air from Delilah's breath caressed her ear. "She..." It didn't take a detective to tell Delilah was debating about telling Elisa something.

"What is it?" Elisa spoke, her voice quiet, but sounding more like herself.

"Nothing." Delilah muttered and looked through the bars. Elisa's eyes followed hers and she noticed Demona sitting at her worktable reading.

Delilah's strength was a little surprising when the clone pulled Elisa closer to her. "I'll protect you." Delilah whispered again. Elisa's eyebrows drew together as the possessive tone registered.

The caress on her thigh was less shocking than it should be. Elisa found herself leaning back into her clone. "What?" Her voice rose in confusion at the sudden desire that touch caused her. She didn't... she wasn't...

"I want you." Delilah's voice was deep with need. That made Elisa try to pull away, but the gargoyle had a good grip on her body and didn't let go. "I can smell your need... you want me too."

"No." Elisa didn't care if Demona did here her talking now. She felt her heart beating a little faster in fear.

"You do. You did things..." Delilah's lips were far too close to her neck. "so sexy... You want me."

"Delilah, Don't." She demanded and tried to pull away. This time she was allowed out of Delilah's arms.

"I told you human's did this." Demona's voice was too amused. Elisa glared at her, sending her hatred through her eyes and wishing it could do damage to the immortal. "You need to take her."

Elisa whimpered at those words and the rush of arousal they caused her. This didn't make sense. She wasn't getting off on this. "Demona, get me out of here." Elisa growled to cover up her own confusion at her body's reactions.

Demona just stared at her and Elisa took a step back in shock when she thought she saw arousal in Demona's human eyes. What was happening? Was she still in some drug-induced dream? "No, Detective... I wouldn't dream of denying the clone what she wants so desperately. You shouldn't dream of it either."

After a moment of stunned staring Elisa spoke when she felt a touch on her shoulder. "Delilah, I don't want to..." She spoke softly, trying not to hurt the female's feelings. She didn't know Delilah well enough to know if she had Demona's temper and didn't want to find out while locked up with her.

Demona watched Elisa's eyes slowly close, almost against the detective's will. In fact Demona was pretty sure it was against the detective's will. Elisa leaned into Delilah's caress with a small nearly inaudible whimper.

"Yes." Demona whispered to herself as she watched her spell working. Elisa's nipples were hard points under the t-shirt and even Demona's less sensitive human senses could detect the need in the air. Some of that need was her own, and it brought a small flush of shame to her cheeks for a moment as she noticed the clone glance at her speculatively again.

Delilah's attention left Demona to stare at the back of Elisa's neck for a moment, before leaning down and kissing it.

"Delilah!" Elisa's voice was husky and panicked. Demona grinned to herself as Elisa finally pulled herself away from the clone's arms. They would see how long it took for the human to succumb. The hormones of that clone were... Demona shook her head slightly, remembering her own breeder's moons and how she'd had to stay away from all gargoyles, hell... all people so that her need didn't overcome her. A human wouldn't be able to resist what a gargoyle barely could.

Thailog was a real bastard to subject the clone to this need all the time. Demona's eyes darkened at the thought of her ex and the horrible judgment that allowed him to touch her at all. He probably didn't even care that this need could easily drive the clone insane if she had to endure it all the time without relief. Demona actually pitied Delilah for a moment, knowing how Thailog liked to tease and control. How he liked to deny pleasure until it was almost pain before letting her orgasm. Playing games like that with a breeding female, or one like Delilah, was a cruelty that only the worst of bastards would do, and knowing Thailog, he probably had enjoyed the pretty clones tears of need. He probably...

Demona shook her head to clear these thoughts out of her mind. She didn't want to think about him, or about him touching that clone. She sure as hell didn't want to pity her replacement.

Elisa's back was to Demona now as she faced the clone. The way the detective's hands were set in front of her made it clear she didn't want Delilah getting closer, but the shake in those arms also told Demona that the human was feeling the spell. "Delilah, we can't." Elisa's voice shook. Demona felt a wave of pleasure hearing the nervousness in the human's voice. Even when she fought with this human, she never sounded so scared.

Delilah's eyes captured Demona's and the ancient female smirked, as if to say... see, I told you so. Elisa's obvious desire, the way she'd leaned into those caresses earlier made Demona's point for her. Delilah's head nodded ever so subtly and Demona's heart started to beat a bit faster. The clone was going to take Maza. Demona caught herself before she took another step towards the cell. She wanted to see this. She wanted to be close enough to taste the desire in the air. This was her victory.

Demona's eyes traveled briefly to the camera catching all of this. Yes, her victory. Elisa wasn't fighting back as hard as Demona thought she would, and that would only make it that much harder for Goliath to forgive.

"She wants you." Elisa barely heard Delilah whisper to her. It seemed that for now Delilah would keep her distance so carefully Elisa put down her arms while puzzling over what Delilah was saying. Did the clone talk in the third person when she was... Elisa blushed. That would be rather messed up of Delilah if she did. "Look over your shoulder." Delilah glanced in the direction she meant subtly.

Elisa took a peek, while trying to make it look like she wasn't. Demona was there, standing closer to their cell than she had been. The gargoyle in human form was staring at them hungrily and didn't catch Elisa's small glance. Elisa's eyebrows drew together in confusion as she looked away again. Demona? Elisa may not have seen many women looking like that, but she'd swear Demona was desperate to see something.

"I can smell her." Delilah took a step closer as she kept her voice down. Elisa's arms moved between them just a bit and she almost took a step back, but she couldn't back into the bars or she'd be shocked. "She wants me to take you." Delilah's voice got rougher, "She wants to see you being taken." The husky quality of need in the clone's voice was undeniable and Elisa hated to admit how hearing that aroused her.

It took her a moment to wrap her mind around what Delilah was saying, because her eyes kept traveling over the clone's body even though she didn't want this... did she? She shouldn't. Elisa tried to shake these thoughts away.

"Demona?" Elisa's voice croaked just a bit as she asked for clarification. It was hard to believe that Demona was watching her that hungrily, but then again, it was either her or Delilah, because there wasn't anyone else in here with them.

Delilah took another step closer and Elisa felt trapped. "Relax." The clone murmured. "It's okay." Delilah sounded like she was trying to calm a frightened animal. "Let me touch you." Those words started the pounding of Elisa's heart again, ruining any calming Delilah's tone of voice tried to instill. The barely concealed glance towards Demona and meaningful stare into Elisa's eyes finally made it so she could understand. Demona would get sloppy, but... Elisa's fists clenched as the clone got closer still, her breathing came out in panicked gasps.

She wanted this... and it was so wrong. She couldn't afford to play along, to try and take Demona off guard. She couldn't keep it fake.

"Oh God." Elisa's voice rose in panic as the clone touched her cheek and her lips parted to take the tip of one talon into her mouth. Her legs felt weak, her body shook.

Delilah moved forward so quickly it startled her and wrapped an arm around her back. "Careful, you were going to touch the bars." Delilah sounded concerned as she pulled Elisa closer to her body, and away from the threat of Demona's electrically charged bars.

Elisa barely registered any of that. "Delilah?" She tried weakly to pull away. Delilah's grip on her didn't loosen.

"It's okay to surrender." Delilah whispered into her hair. "I'm a worthy mate. It's okay." Talon's caressed her back, between her shoulder blades, slowly moving up and down, between where wings would have been. Elisa knew that was a sweet spot on a gargoyle, but she hadn't expected it to make her shiver.

Part 2

Demona took another step closer and to the side a bit. She wanted... no, needed to see this. A tape of it wouldn't be enough.

The clone was holding Maza tightly to her body, whispering into her hair something that Demona couldn't hear, but Maza's startled gasp was easily carried to her. Maza was responding better than Demona had hoped, and Delilah... that clone was doing a better job of getting Demona's revenge for her than Demona had ever thought possible. In this one day Demona would be able to destroy Maza's life without actually having to kill her.

No, killing Maza would make this far too swift and Demona wanted to savor her victory for a long time. She wanted to be able to watch the detective try to piece her life together after Demona shattered it.

"Delilah?" Maza's confused and aroused moan drew Demona's attention to Maza's face. The human looked overwhelmed with the clone's attentions to her neck as Delilah kissed her way over Maza's flesh without letting her go. "Delilah, no... I said no..." Maza whimpered out as her body continued to betray her, to make her want, and Maza had no idea that it was Demona's spell that made her ache like a gargoyle in heat.

Demona couldn't help but remember her first Breeder's moon, and how shocking it was to feel the need so strongly. She'd been mated before, but never had felt like she'd actually die if she didn't get relief.

Demona took a deep breath and could smell Maza's scent in the air. She took another step closer, knowing that neither of her prisoners would be thinking about her right now. Yes, that was Maza's scent. She inhaled a bit more deeply. Perhaps the clone had Maza's scent as well, because it was thick enough for her to smell it from here.

"Touch her." Demona whispered. She couldn't resist the opportunity this presented her. She needed... A slight growl escaped her lips as she stared into the clone's eyes. Delilah was staring right at her. "Her breasts." Demona whispered for the clone's more sensitive ears. "Slowly caress them."

A shocked thrill went through her body as the clone did just that. Delilah held Elisa to her and the detective made a barely minimal effort to escape while Delilah's talon moved to caress the outer edge of one of her breasts.

Delilah growled and that hand moved up, her talons ripping the t-shirt that obstructed Demona's view and Delilah's touch.

"Delilah!" Maza arched her back, and what was most likely supposed to be a protest came out a wanton moan. Demona whimpered and took another step to the side so that she could see Maza's breasts again. This time the nipples were hard with her need, much like Demona's were at the moment.

"Gently..." Demona added that comment so that the clone didn't hurt the human. Hurting Maza at this point would ruin it all. "Gently pinch her nipples."

Again she got that stare from the clone and Delilah's eyes were burning red, but it was passion instead of anger this time. "Pinch them." Demona's voice rose just a bit in a command. "Humans like that."

Maza's moan as Delilah complied made Demona stare into the flush face of her nemesis. Oh yes... victory is so sweet. Maza's eyes were shut tight, her teeth gritted as she tried to fight her body's need but she couldn't win.

Cool stone slid under Demona's hand as she leaned against the stone beside the cell, just out of reach. Her heart was pounding as if she were battling these women, rather than...

"Turn her around. Suckle on them." Demona's voice was no longer a whisper. She didn't even think about hiding her commands from the detective now. She didn't care if Maza heard her. The human wasn't bound to resist. "Be careful of your fangs..." She did remember to add. "Suckle on her..." Demona whispered again, more to herself as she stared.

Her own hand caressed the stone under it, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth lightly. "Take her..." She whispered again as she watched Delilah start to slowly follow her orders. Oh, yes... Thailog did one thing right, he taught that clone to obey.

Elisa gasped as Delilah's lips touched her exposed breast. Her back arched into the contact and her body shivered. It was too much, too good. This wasn't right.

"Delilah." Elisa pulled back a bit, tried to get away from the gargoyle. Delilah's grip on her gave her little freedom to move, and she could feel the strength in the clone's arms. There was no way she'd be able to struggle out of this grip. "Delilah please." Elisa's voice was higher than normal, panicked. If she didn't stop this soon she didn't think she'd be able to resist.

The ache, the painful need was so beyond anything she'd ever felt before. The best sex in her life never made her feel like this, and it was with her clone with Demona...

Where was Demona? Elisa turned her head to see, nervous, embarrassed, but unable to ignore that they had an audience.

Demona was just outside the cell staring at them. The hunger on her face was unmistakable, and Elisa found her eyes caught by the green eyes of her capture. Demona was getting off on this. Elisa was stunned.

"Suckle." Demona spoke and Elisa felt the clone's warm wet mouth contact her nipple to gently suckle.

"Oh God." Elisa's back arched, her hand moved out to grip the white hair and pull Delilah closer. Fire... she was on fire.

"Yes, gently." Elisa could hear Demona's voice softly instructing Delilah and could feel Delilah's response to it. The clone was gentler, less wild.

"Demona?" Elisa turned her head just a little to see Demona at the bars staring. Her voice held her confusion, her request for answers.

Demona stared her in the eye and whispered. "Delilah. Suckle on her other breast."

"Demona, what?" Elisa's eyebrows rose in confusion. It was hard to think. Hard to form coherent words. The head under her one clinging hand moved and Elisa felt the clone's warm wet mouth encircle her other nipple. "Yes..." Her voice rose as she pulled Delilah closer again. "Yes..." The growl of her own voice was a shock. "More... more..." Her fingers gripped white hair more firmly and pulled Delilah to her a bit cruelly.

"What's happening to me?" She stared at Demona helplessly. She'd never considered doing this, never wanted this. Why did she need it so badly she couldn't think?

It was Delilah that spoke, pulling away from where Elisa needed her. "Just surrender. I promise I can be a good mate." A long tongue moved out to lick at the hardened nipple, causing Elisa to groan. "You like this. Just relax."

"I can't." Elisa felt tears start to travel down her cheeks. She had to stop this and at that moment, it was the farthest thing from what she wanted to do. That only meant she was right, it had to stop.

Demona watched Maza's tears trail down her cheek with rapt fascination. She'd never seen this woman's tears and it was delicious. Part of her wanted to reach through the bars and touch then. Collect Maza's confused and pained tears on her fingertips and lick them. Taste the salty tears of Demona's victory.

She was breaking her. The spell was breaking her. Demona felt a euphoric high at the sight of her enemy's battle. It was so shortly lived. Maza tried to pull away from Delilah's grasp, but Delilah was too far-gone to allow such a thing. The white haired clone had growled at Maza rather menacingly and kept her hands firmly attached to Maza's waist.

"Gentle. They are so fragile." Demona spoke quickly; a bit concerned that Delilah would lose too much control. There were different ways to destroy an enemy and Demona wasn't interested in doing Maza in that way. She needed to live through this for Demona to get her full revenge.

The harsh grip eased on Maza's hips, but it was still enough to keep the detective in place. Demona watched the panicked eyes and harsh breathing of the detective. Delilah had scared her. Scared her enough to cool her arousal. Demona was going to have to do something about that.

"You have to be very gentle with a human." Demona spoke soothingly. She moved closer to the bars and kneeled down so that she could see how badly Maza was injured. It didn't look too bad. Just some scratches and a little blood. Demona nibbled on her lip for just a moment before risking it. Her hand carefully snaked through the charged bars to caress Maza's hips. "See gentle." Demona whispered to the clone, fully aware that Delilah was watching her caress carefully. She pulled back just as quickly before anyone thought to grab her arm. It was foolish to do that. She shouldn't have, but she... she wanted to show Maza that she could touch her if she wanted. Anyone could have Maza if they wanted today.

Delilah started to gently caress Maza again, still with the detective backed up to the bars, nearly close enough to be a problem.

"Delilah, don't." Maza's voice was able to plead very well. Better than it did in Demona's dreams.

Delilah stared into Demona's eyes and Demona's breath stopped for just a moment at the pleading look on a face that looked so like the detective's. Delilah wasn't sure what to do now. Maza was saying stop with her words, but her body was screaming for more. Delilah had to be able to smell it, and even if she couldn't it was in Maza's voice and the way her body moved. Demona was going to have to take more control.

Demona had to tear her eyes away from the clone so that she could think. Delilah's pleading look, her submissive understanding that Demona was in control... it was so perfect. Demona felt a hum of power that was clearly erotic in nature. She'd never had this much power in coupling before. Goliath and then Thailog had never even considered giving it to her and it hadn't occurred to Demona to want it until now.

"You'll have to show her you can be gentle now." Demona spoke to Delilah with a seductive purr in her voice. "She needs to..."

"Demona what are you doing?" Maza's words were still breathless from her reactions to the spell.

Demona grimaced just a little. While Delilah understood her role very well Maza still didn't seem to get it. She shouldn't interrupt her when she was busy instructing the clone.

Maza's talking was a problem. She wasn't succumbing to the spell fast enough and her protests were causing the clone to doubt herself. That wouldn't do.

There were spells to remove one's voice, but Demona wanted to be able to hear Maza's moans as she surrendered to the passion. Demona sighed and looked at the back of Maza's head, since that was what faced the bars. Something else would have to work.

She moved out of sight of the cell and grabbed the gag she'd considered putting on Delilah earlier that day when the clone was being belligerent. "Tell me Delilah, do you know how to tie knots?" She spoke casually to the clone, ignoring Maza's comment, while she handed the clone the gag through the bars. Delilah was able to keep control of Maza with one hand but flaring out her wings as well, boxing the woman in. Delilah's harsh breathing and proximity to Maza also helped. They both were shaking with need, it was only Maza's stubbornness that prevented that from already being satisfied.

"No." The clone looked down with a hint of shame. She'd put the gag in Maza's mouth. The detective tried to stop her but Delilah had obviously learned something from Thailog. The ends of it however were just sitting in Delilah's hands untied. Demona sighed. She suspected that Delilah spent far more time tied up than Demona had, but hadn't learned that particular skill. Thailog really liked his power even in the bedroom. Demona hated that she'd submitted to his perverse desires now, but what she'd learned would be helpful.

She stared at the bars and the nearness of Maza to them. She could do it herself, but not with the electricity running through those bars. Did she want to risk this?

"I can guarantee you that she'll want you, that you'll have a lover today... but you need to stay in the cell for that to happen. If she gets away she'll run and never come back." Demona stared into the clone's eyes. "Maza is even more stubborn than other humans. She always fights what she wants."

Demona's heart beat faster as she moved to shut the current down for just a moment. She'd tie this and then they could get back to business. Maza's verbal protests were distracting.

"Hold her still for me." Demona ordered the clone forcefully, worried that this was a trick, but she had to do this. She'd come so far, was so close to victory.

Maza's struggles were a little more than token and Demona had the chance to smirk at her glaring eyes when the detective managed to twist in Delilah's arms enough to see her. It was done quickly and Demona pulled away. She'd been very careful to watch the clone's hands and was ready to move it they came near her. They didn't.

Delilah wanted this too badly to try and escape. Demona's smirk grew. This really was perfect.

"Now where were we?" Her voice held a hint of humor.

Elisa's heart was racing and the heat from Delilah's body was intoxicating. The white haired female was so close to her. Wings extended to surround her on all but one side.

She could hear Demona's voice from behind her. The immortal stood just outside the cage, her voice purring with pleasure as she spoke.

"Maza smells nice doesn't she?" Demona whispered seductively to Delilah, completely ignoring that Elisa could hear all of this. "I bet her arousal is sweet. Don't you want to taste it?"

The bolt of desire that made Elisa moan was unbelievable. Delilah wasn't even touching her sexually; it was all Demona's words and tone.

"She'll move." Delilah sounded panicked. "I want to taste her but she'll move." The desperation in Delilah's voice was met with silence from Demona. Elisa squirmed. She couldn't help it. Her body arched towards the clone, wanting to be tasted.

A buzz sounded and Demona's voice returned right behind her. "Lean her back and put her arms over her head."

"The bars." Delilah protested, but Elisa knew what the buzz must have been. The electricity was off again. If Delilah would just try she could escape. They could escape. Elisa stared into the clone's eyes trying to convey her thoughts since she couldn't say them. The gag in her mouth made anything more than moans and grunts impossible.

There was intelligence in those eyes. Delilah understood, but Elisa got the impression that she'd not be escaping anytime soon. The small smirk Delilah gave her was mischievous and a little scary.

"I shut them down." Demona missed the clone's expression entirely. "Lean her back. I'll hold her for you."

Elisa felt warm hands clasp at her own, holding her wrists at a bad angle for her to pull away. "Relax." Demona whispered to her. "You can feel it can't you? You feel the raging need, it consumes you. Let her fulfill your ache." Elisa whimpered and hated the betrayal of her body.

Hands traveled up her legs slowly and Elisa stared down her body to see Delilah kneeled before her, caressing her. "I can be gentle." Delilah spoke heatedly, her eyes burning into Elisa. "I can be anything you need. Please. It's been so long."

"Use your talons to cut off her underwear." Demona's seductive purr continued.

Elisa jerked back in shock as Delilah did just that. She could feel the fabric cling to her because of her wetness as it was peeled away.

"Oh Maza." Demona pulled Elisa's arms down a little tighter, leaned in closer. Her face must be nearly to the bars. Demona's voice got louder, addressing Delilah again. "Be careful to be gentle. Taste her."

Feather light kisses started to be trailed over Elisa's upper thighs. Her body shook as warm breath blew over her wet sex, heightening her arousal. Breathing was difficult around the gag in her mouth, but her breath was ragged. A yes came to her lips, but it was muffled and couldn't be understood, but her arching towards the female on her knees was understood. Warm lips kissed her just above her sex, so close... but not enough.

"She has hair." Delilah leaned back a bit and stared.

"Humans do." Demona sounded a bit impatient. "You're looking for a small bit of flesh before her lips. It's on the outside. Lick it gently, very gently... it's" Elisa could feel the arms holding her from behind shake. "Very sensitive." Demona moaned behind her. She was aroused by this.. By forcing this on Elisa. Elisa felt the burn of shame, of anger, but when Delilah's tongue tentatively touched her where she needed it all she could do was scream out her desire. Surrender. She had no choice but to surrender. Her hips arched into the too light touch, seeking a more firm one.

Demona's heart was pounding as she held Maza's arms tightly to the bars. Maza was arching towards the clone, her body shaking with her need. Demona could feel that need and the pounding of Maza's heart through her contact with her. She was holding Maza in place for the clone to take her.

A whimper escaped her lips as Maza's hips started to thrust back and forth. She stared at the clone with Maza's face held tight to those hips and buried her face between Maza's thighs. Did Maza taste as good as Demona thought she would? She smelled so delicious. Demona's head rested on the bars for a moment so that she could inhale the scent of the human. She smelled so very delicious.

Demona gritted her teeth as her own body ached to be touched. Her hands gripped Maza's wrists more tightly and her body moved closer to the bars so she could feel the woman's body heat.

Elisa's moans were driving her crazy. The human's thrusting, the feel of the tension in Maza's limbs as she sought her pleasure. It was all driving her crazy. "Maza." Demona groaned out into the opening in the bars by the human's ear. "It feels good doesn't it? To give in. The heat... the need..." She could swear her words made Maza's hips move more frantically. She was turning Maza on, not just the spell. "Give it to her. Yes." Her voice became a seductive purr as she tried to hide her own need.

The touch on her leg startled her and she almost lost her hold on Maza, but she tightened it before the detective could get away. She had to lean back to see down her body because she'd been resting so close to Maza that she couldn't see between them. A long tan tail caressed her calf.

This was dangerous. A gargoyle tail could crush human bones. "Oh God." Her eyes widened as she looked around Maza to see Delilah, her face firmly pressed against Maza, with her eyes burning bright, staring right at Demona. The tail moved higher, caressing her thigh.

Demona's breathing became deeper, more ragged. "Yes." The touch moved under her loincloth, barely touching her sex. "Gentle, very gentle." Her grip on Maza tightened and she could feel Maza trying to pull away when it started to hurt her.

It was so swift Demona screamed and arched against the cage. Delilah was anything but gentle as her tail buried itself into Demona's depths.

She shouldn't allow this clone, this copy to do this. Demona's mind railed against her need, but the second thrust of the tail ended her protest.

"Maza." She moved forward again, while hissing with each thrust of Delilah's tail. "Come Maza, give in. It won't stop... you need it. Surrender."

Her back arched as the tail brushed against her clit, pulling Maza closer to the bars and she wanted to bury her face in Maza's neck and scream out her pleasure, but the bars were too close together.

"Take her faster, harder." Demona's voice rose, filled with her own need. "Lick it harder."

The muffled scream from Maza and the violent tension in her body made it clear that Delilah had done it. The tail pleasuring Demona pulled away and Demona gasped at the sudden loss. No, she was still unfulfilled. Her body ached, her need...

"My turn." The clone told Maza and ignored that Demona's passions had been inflamed. What a cruel bitch. Thailog had taught Delilah a few things apparently.

Elisa had a release. Her body had shown it could feel so much more pleasure than she thought possible. So why did she still feel like she hadn't? Why did she need to be touched so much she'd be willing to beg for it.

Her body backed up against the bars to feel Demona's heat as Delilah stepped away from her. Demona was caressing her back with one hand. Her arms were still being held and Elisa didn't try to pull them away. What would be the point, she was still locked up.

Elisa's eyes didn't leave the clone's body as she watched Delilah start to take her jacket off and toss it in the far corner. Delilah's eyes were burning brightly. Her body seemed to shake a little, not as badly as Elisa, but the clone was shaking.

The tug in her hair brought Elisa's attention back to the fact that the immortal gargoyle was touching her. Touching her so gently. What the hell was going on? Elisa couldn't believe that Demona wanted her that way, but obviously she did.

Why didn't that bother her more? Her body didn't seem to care who touched it today.

The gag was pulled away from her mouth and Elisa had to roll her tongue around to try and deal with the dry mouth it had left behind. "Demona?" Her voice was high. She wanted to try and understand this whatever that was happening, but her mind couldn't seem to control her mouth well enough to ask the questions.

Her eyes stayed riveted to the clone, who was seductively removing her belt. Demona's hand caressed her hip, ran over her ass and Elisa bent just a little hoping... god why was she hoping? "Demona?"

"What is it you want human?" Demona's voice was breathy, seductive.

"Oh God." Elisa's body ached, needed. "Please." All resistance was gone. She'd already lost and it still wasn't enough. "Please... Oh God." Why couldn't she seem to say more?

Delilah's swimsuit like one piece was slowly being pulled down, to expose her full breasts. Elisa's eyes didn't leave the clone as she stared at the hungry way she was being watched, and how Delilah's eyes shifted to between Elisa's legs a moment before she felt it.

"Yes." Elisa jumped as the touch caressed her unexpectedly. But it ended too soon. Just a brief touch and Demona's hand pulled away.

"Oh, you two are so beautiful together." Delilah whispered as she stood still and watched for a moment. "She does taste good, doesn't she?"

"Yes." Demona's voice was so close to her. Elisa wished she could see her, but she couldn't.

Once Delilah was naked she moved up to Elisa, her stride predatorial. "My turn now." She whispered and Elisa felt the clone's hands grab the wrists that Demona held, pulling her forward, away from the bars. Demona's angry hiss registered in her mind a moment before she was pulled into a hug. "It's been so long. Elisa, please..."

The kiss was tender, but Elisa could almost feel Delilah's need for it to become more. She was just holding back... It was Elisa that pulled her sore arms up and pulled the clone's lips closer to her own. She moaned into the kiss and arched into the contact.

Touching Delilah was sending waves of pleasure through her. Elisa's hand fell to caress the outside of Delilah's breast while she kissed her hungrily. She could feel... wait... Elisa's lips pulled away and she gasped for breath... "Demona, what have you done?"

Demona could see the shock on Maza's face as the human touched the clone, but was a little surprised that Maza had figured it out so quickly. The spell was too sensitive. It must have translated the touch on Delilah too obviously when Maza felt it.

Delilah's hungry kiss distracted Maza so that Demona didn't feel the need to answer. Demona's hands clenched around the bars as she watched that clone kissing Maza, caressing Maza. Delilah had ripped the human female out of Demona's hands and Demona found herself growling lightly at the sight of the two of them together.

Her revenge had gone better than hoped. She had Maza begging for her touch, and then that clone pulled the detective away. Demona hadn't even considered that Maza would ever welcome her touch, even with a spell or she would have...

Demona ached to be in that cage, to be the one pulling that human to her sex. Her sex was so hot, so needy... a whimper escaped her lips as Maza leaned forward and Delilah arched back. Maza was pleasuring her.

The human's body seemed to convulse under the clone's feelings, but she didn't stop. She just pushed forward for more, seemed to move more frantically.

Demona's fingers were growing white from the strong grip she had on the bars as she watched. The clone in the cell seemed completely lost in her pleasure, distracted. Demona's eyes glanced at the cell door for a moment.

No, she couldn't do that in this weak form. She needed her true form to subdue the clone. How much longer did she have in this form? Her eyes couldn't move from Maza's hands gripping at the clone's ass, pulling that clone into her mouth. She couldn't pull them away for a second to be able to check the time.

"So good... so good..." Delilah was muttering it like a mantra, sounding more desperate each time.

Elisa pressed up into the sensitive flesh, her mouth hungrily devouring her own clone. Every touch resulted in Elisa's arousal growing. She could feel what felt good to Delilah. She could feel it. Demona did a spell, that was clear now.

Oh God... Elisa whimpered as her sex became heavier with her need. Delilah was close, she could feel it because she was close. Elisa's grip on Delilah's thighs tighted as she pressed up harder, seeking relief for both of them.

The clone's taste was familiar, heady. Elisa's tongue caressed her sex, finding the center of desire. The bolt that coursed through her own body told her she'd found it. It wasn't exactly where a human had it, but the connection Demona had created between her and Delilah made it easy to recognize, although the scream Delilah gave out also was a clue.

Elisa's tongue traveled around the button of flesh, caressing the sides of it. The feel of that caress ghosted over her own body as she tormented the little bundle of nerves with light licks and nibbles, building the pleasure, building to the point that Elisa could almost not manage to move her body in any controlled way. The connected pleasure made her moan and whimper into Delilah's sex as she pressed harder.

Oh God... Elisa's body started to shake so badly it was hard to stay where it felt so good. So incredibly good. The roar of her clone came as Elisa yelled into Delilah's sex with her own release.

It wasn't enough. Elisa's eyes widened as she pulled away from Delilah's sex and stared up into her clone's face. Delilah looked so shocked and so satisfied. "Fuck me." Elisa growled as she clung harder to Delilah's legs from her place kneeling before her. "Fuck me... God, I..." Part of her was screaming for her to shut up, but she couldn't. "Fuck me... I need it, oh God, Delilah..."

The gasp from the cell door drew her attention and Elisa stared into her nemesis' face. Demona was flush, aroused. Elisa no longer cared what that female saw. Her flesh ached too much to deny it. With each caress the need had grown and Elisa truly thought she would go mad from it.

Demona wanted this show. Elisa's teeth gritted as she stared at the female. She'd wanted this. Wanted... "Demona." Elisa's voice was tight. She followed Delilah's nudges and took the insisted upon position for this. She wasn't sure how the clone would be able to fulfill Elisa's request, but she was going to do it.

Elisa continued to stare at Demona's wide eyes as Elisa was positioned onto her hands and knees facing her. Delilah's pressed gently on her shoulder blades and Elisa lowered her upper body to the floor, giving Delilah access, complete access, to her sex.

Demona almost forgot to breath as she watched Elisa being put in the submissive position. Elisa's eyes finally fell away from hers as the detective had to turn her head to rest it on the floor. Her firm ass in the air exposed to whatever the clone deemed fit to do with it.

How many times had Demona fantasized about gaining submission from that human? Any type of submission? And here was the proud human female, bowed upon the floor of Demona's home eager to be dominated... and it wasn't Demona behind her. The ache of jealousy robbed her of the ability to look away. It didn't feel like her victory anymore. Delilah had robbed her of it.

Demona's eyes traveled back to the clone kneeling behind Maza. She watched as the tail that had so recently been inside of her started to gently caress Maza's sex as Delilah held the human's hips still. Delilah was going to take that human's sex, stretch Maza's around her tail. Feel the soft inner flesh give way to her invasion.

The tail that should still be damp with Demona's own arousal. A whimper escaped her lips as she watched Maza's back arch, as she watched the tension in that tail as it slowly was pushed up inside of Maza's heat. Maza's groan of satisfaction reminded Demona to breath as she gasped at the moving sound.

"Maza." Demona's voice held her painful need and she barely noticed it. "Does it feel good to finally have a gargoyle inside of you? This is what you want isn't it." She forced herself to purr out her words. Oh to be in that cage. It felt to her she was the one imprisoned at that moment. She would almost give anything to at least be in that cage caressing Maza's hair and feeling the movement of her body when Delilah began to thrust into her.

"Demona." The words gasped from those so human lips drew intense green eyes to them. Demona watched the slight press back Maza did by partially raising onto her arms, trying to encourage Delilah's tail in deeper, but that clone was probably going torturously slow. Delilah had a cruel streak of her own, which Demona was very familiar. She felt empty and needing from the play that clone did with her.

"She's filling you up." Demona risked a glance into the red eyes of the clone and caught the meaningful glance Delilah did down at the prone human. An invitation. Demona's eyes widened as her hand gripped the cell bars tighter. Was it an honest invitation to play or a trick. Demona's arms shook a little and her teeth ground together. Real or a Trick. She had to know. If it were real she could go in there and...

Maza moaned loudly as Delilah's face grimaced just a little. "Is she inside you so deep you feel she's become a part of you." Demona swallowed hard at her own words. To be part of such a sexy... She stared into the clone's eyes, the clone's face looked so like the woman underneath her. Real or a Trick.

"You want this human?" Delilah stared at her while thrusting her hips into Maza's backside to gain friction even though the tail didn't need that sort of momentum. The pleading in the clone's eyes. Could she be that good an actress? Why would she want to share?

Demona forced her eyes away, to the clock on the wall. Still not near nightfall.

"Oh God." Maza's loud words, her hungry words as Delilah managed to hit something very sensitive to pleasure somewhere deep inside the human made up Demona's mind.

Elisa felt the invasion of her flesh and rocked back against it trying to make it harder, trying to make the gargoyle's hips rock into her faster. "Please." She finally pleaded as Delilah seemed to avoid giving her what she needed.

The clank of the door barely registered in her mind as the tail inside her twirled, actually twirled. Elisa never felt anything like that before. "Yes." Her breath came faster at the new sexual torment.

"Maza." The voice was so close. Elisa's eyes opened and she stared into green eyes right in front of her. "Oh Maza." Demona was whispering as she reached out to caress Elisa's hair. The shock of the tender touch distracted Elisa from what Delilah was doing to her body.

Elisa watched as Demona's expression changed to try and cover up that tenderness with scorn, but she couldn't forget that it had been there. "You're clone seems to be rather trained. Do you like the feel of her tail inside of you?"

Elisa stared at Demona defiantly, but the clone chose that moment to brush her tail against Elisa's sensitive clit, causing the detective to shudder with pleasure but not get the release she wanted.

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Demona took deep breaths inhaling the scent of Maza's 's arousal. It permeated the cell with it's tempting fragrance. She'd always found this human's scent attractive, and it only grew more attractive with the human's arousal.

Soft silky hair under her fingers, Demona stared down at the red flushed skin of her human nemesis. Demona ran her hand over the bowed back, feeling the steady movement the clone had Maza rocking in as Delilah thrust her tail into her, as Delilah rubbed against her. Maza's whimpers of arousal completely ignored that Demona was here.

Demona wanted those whimpers to be because of her. Her eyes stared into the red glowing eyes of their clone with a challenge she knew physically she couldn't follow up on until nightfall.

"Turn her over." Demona ordered, keeping her voice firm and commanding. The submissive pose Maza was in was enticing, but it gave Demona little to touch when the clone monopolized Maza's sex. He let her voice become a seductive purr as she addressed Maza, obviously expecting her order to be obeyed. She sounded more confident than she really was. Delilah was a female in breeding need, in the middle of relieving that. Demona wasn't sure how logical and obedient the clone would be now. Delilah's teasing earlier made it clear that Delilah could disobey when she wanted to as well.

Being here was a risk, but Demona refused to let anyone know she felt vulnerable.

Instead of obeying Delilah did something else that Demona couldn't quite bring herself to complain about. Delilah wrapped her talons under Maza's arms, moved to sit on her knees, and pulled the human up to rest over the clone's slightly parted thighs, all with her tail still firmly entrenched in the human's sex. The motion of the tail showed the sexual onslaught never slowed.

Demona just swallowed and stared. Maza's legs were spread over the legs of the clone, exposing the glistening apex and the motion that never stopped. Her light dusting of pubic hair was well maintained and would never show under even the most skimpy of bikini's. Her hips rocked just a little. Her breasts pushed up as her arms were being held high as Delilah's grip on the human's upper arms kept them prisoner. Maza's eyes stared at her with more than a hint of the defiance they always showed, but it wasn't all that was there. A touch of fear, embarrassment... arousal, all for Demona.

"Oh Maza." Demona moved to kneel on the hard floor in front of the human. Her voice a seductive purr she reached out to caress those breasts lightly. "Do you like my present?" Demona's voice held some mocking. "Finally a gargoyle of your own. Few human's find out how much we can really do with our tails."

"Spell..." Elisa's teeth gritted in anger or in trying to supress the need in her voice. Probably a combination of both. Oh sweet victory. Demona scooted forward just a little, noting that the hold on Elisa gave the human little control to move.

"The spell is on Delilah. You feel her pleasure." Demona's hand slowly traveled down, over hard nippled, over a tense and firm stomach. Her voice was a purr. "But anytime you feel pleasure that she isn't, that isn't part of the spell." Demona's fingers curiously caressed the human's hair, feeling the roughness that wasn't in the hair she'd touched earlier. She'd never touched any other human's sex. She almost expected the hair to cure her of her desire to do so, but it didn't. It wasn't as disgusting as she'd thought it would be, even though the scratchy texture reminded her more of MacBeth's beard than what would be on a female.

The wetness clinging to that hair helped make some of it softer. Maza's eyes never left Demona's as Demona dipped her fingers down to feel the thrusting tail between Maza's legs and caress that for just a moment in thanks, before moving those fingers up to caress the slippery button of Maza's arousal. She circled it gently, wanting to make Maza beg for it before she gave this human release. She stared into shocked eyes, felt the thrust of human hips towards her, not wanting to miss one second of Maza's response to her.

"I'm making you want that." Demona spoke through gritted teeth of her own as she pressed just a fraction harder on that sensitive flesh to pull a gasp out of Maza's lips. "You're wanting me... not a spell." She ran her finger over that hard bit of flesh directly, moving faster, rubbing back and forth. Maza's arousal was a spell... but the look of pained shock and the way the human's head finally leaned back in surrender as she thrust her hips towards Demona made Demona groan in her own need.

A need the clone sought to take advantage of once again. Maza's tormented cry when that tail was taken out of her was quickly followed by Demona's shocked gasp as it was once again inside of her, roughly shoving past any resistance.

It took a moment for Demona to see the gift being given. If she made Maza orgasm now, it would be all her own, not shared with the clone. Delilah continued to hold the human for Demona.

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Elisa felt Demona's hands on her, Demona's. Demona was touching her. It was hard to grasp the concept, but the green eyes of her nemesis stared into her own.

Elisa's body shook, her thighs ached from the position Delilah held her in and those fingers were touching. "Demona?" Elisa stared in the immortal's eyes, trying to get some idea of why but those fingers moved just a little to the left. "Oh God..." Elisa gasped out as Demona's touch became more rhythmic, a touch firmer.

"Yes Maza." Demona seemed to flinch and Elisa's eyes fell down to see the tan tail disappearing between Demona's human thighs. Delilah was taking her. Elisa stared at the tensing of that tail. "Maza." Demona's words were said between clenched teeth as the redhead leaned closer, pressed harder.

Elisa jerked back in shock when Demona moved forward, her hand still caressing, to lean her forehead on Elisa's shoulder. "I've got you Maza... I've got you." Demona muttered as those fingers moved further down and entered her.

A whimper escaped from Elisa's lips. A part of her said that she should at least try to make an effort to escape. She should at least try... show that she wasn't consenting to this... that she didn't want this. It would be a lie, but it would protect some of her dignity.

"Maza." Demona's words were almost in her ear. "I'm fucking you Maza... I'm doing that. Come for me." The desperation was a shock. The kiss a bigger shock, as the redhead moved to kiss her firmly, devour her. The kiss was as dominating as Demona's personality, but it wasn't painful.

Elisa felt it, the red hot warmth, the tension as the release came closer. Her already tense thighs started to shake. Delilah's grip on her arms held firm as Elisa ripped her head back from the kiss to moan loudly and thrust harder into Demona's hand... God, Demona's hand... Please... Her mind screamed out but she wouldn't beg this woman, at least not out loud. "Yes... Yes... Yesss..." Elisa screamed.

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Demona's expression was of shock as Maza actually came. Maza let her take her to that point.

Demona's body shook as Maza's scream brought her closer, so close. The feel of that tail pulling away made her scream in frustration. "No... Delilah... Don't." She growled at the clone still holding Maza up. Not again. She didn't like these games when Thailog did them to her and she didn't like them now. It would have been an unbelievable orgasm and the clone robbed her of it.

The talons holding up Maza loosened and the human's hands can down to her sides. Demona just stared at the way Maza couldn't quite meet her eyes.

"For a human..." She spoke softly, unsure of why she wanted to bother. She just shook her head, unable to finish the compliment. Maza was a human. Her enemy.

Maza looked so beautiful surrendering to her. To have that strong human in her place... under Demona's hand... It had been the sweetest victory Demona had ever known.

"My turn." Delilah's eyes burned a deep red as they stared straight at Demona. Demona's eyes widened as she realized the clone thought that Demona would...

"NO." Demona's voice held conviction, and a tiny hint of her fear. Demona was in charge here. The clone's wicked smile made Demona jerk back away from the warmth around Maza and start to calculate how far she'd have to run to reach the door.

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Demona started to try and get to her feet, but the firm flesh of Delilah's tail wrapped around her leg, keeping her from even being able to stand. She was so stupid to believe. Demona growled at herself and the fact that she'd fallen for this.

"Let me go." She turned and glared at her clone. "I won't... I just won't..." She couldn't be subjected to pleasuring her replacement.

"You took the Master from me." Delilah's words weren't angry but her stare was red.

Elisa moved in between them again. "Delilah, no." Demona watched those human hands move to rest on Delilah's shoulders. Maza spoke softly, trying to soothe the clone, while Demona kicked at the tail she'd known was far too strong to stop in her human form.

When Demona tried to stand Delilah yanked on her tail, tossing Demona to the ground again.

"Don't force her." Maza was in Delilah's arms. Demona just stopped struggling to stare. A painful ache hit her as she watched the clone hug the human.

The tail let her go and it took Demona a moment to notice that before she scrambled out of reach.

Maza was kissing the clone, distracting her... for Demona. To protect Demona.

What had she done? The clone turned everything around and stole Demona's victory, her human... everything. Demona's hands clenched into fists as she stared at the kissing, anger coursing through her body as she realized that if the clone had her way again, Demona would be left out in the cold.

That clone needed to learn her place. To dare assume that Demona would fulfill her needs, when the clone did nothing to relieve... Demona's mind stopped that line of thought and she just stared as Maza was pulled tightly to their clone.

She'd wanted to savor her victory over the human, but the clone used her moment to try and...

A growl entered the cage, escaping from Demona's throat.

Demona stared at the clone, her eyes cold, as the clone kissed Maza. If she were in her true form she'd teach that clone her place, but she wasn't.

The sound of soft gasps and moans filled the cell as Delilah got the gift of feeling hands caress her wing joints. Demona moved slowly towards the cell door without once taking her eyes off of this.

She had to turn away from the action to work on unlocking that door. The sound of talon's scrapping the ground were all the warning she had. She barely had time to turn before the feel of talon's circled her wrists. "No, you stay." Delilah growled at her and the look in those burning red eyes had Demona's heart racing in a bit of fear.

"Get your hands off of me you filthy clone!" Demona's voice rose as she tried to pull her arm away.
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Elisa watched stunned for a moment as Delilah slammed Demona into the wall. The air of menace in what had seemed like such a gentle female was a shock, but after a second of watching the staring match Elisa moved quickly to try and intercept.

"Delilah." She moved to grab the arm holding Demona prisoner. Demona was a bitch and the one that started all of this somehow. Elisa knew that, but still the look of fear that Demona tried to cover up made Elisa feel the need to protect her enemy. "Let her go."

Delilah didn't budge, or not anything Elisa was prepared to see budge. The tail moved up between Demona's legs and Demona started to thrash as she tried to get away. "Don't you dare." The commanding voice of the immortal gargoyle held a hint of panic.

"You liked it before." Elisa tried to pull Delilah's arm away from the wall the clone had Demona pinned to, but Delilah didn't even stop talking to notice her. "It's my turn now."

"The test tube whore should know it doesnt' work that way." Demona's eyes traveled to Elisa and Elisa just grimaced at Demona's provoking Delilah. "Whores give pleasure, they don't take it."

"Demona." Elisa stared at the gargoyle in human form, pleading with her eyes for some hint of sane thinking to sink in. The gasp on those red lips and the widening of those green eyes were both shock and pain as Delilah's tail moved with force into the female.

The feel of power, and electric rush over her skin Elisa gasped while she could also hear the growl of their clone. Oh god, was she going to feel this power rush as Delilah raped Demona?

"Delilah stop!" Elisa screamed as she moved to dig her nails into the tail pressing into Demona. She could feel her nails digging into skin but Delilah just growled and a wing shoved Elisa out of the way, tossing her onto her back.

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Demona felt the talon sliding down her shoulder, ripping her clothes and she struggled against the hold Delilah had on her. "Freak." She started to growl, but Delilah's tail twists just a little inside of her and her words came out too breathless, while Demona struggled to not enjoy it. Not like this. Not forced to submit by a creature that had been made not hatched. Not again.

She stared over Delilah's shoulder helplessly and saw Elisa's stunned, disbelieving expression harden into something else, something determined.