Hotel Hell

"[color=#e80080]Aaarrghhh![/card]" A fresh scream left B's lips, the far-too-stubborn goddess continued to up the stakes and she wasn't sure she was able to match. She stepped back, but there wasn't much space to retreat from the cat. She would rapidly clamp and unclamp her fingers, sending a strobe of pain into Bastet.

But Bastet would still outlast her at this rate. "O-okay, s-stop! O-on the c-count of t-three, we both let go!" B declared. "O-one...!" B counted, her grip loosening already.

Bastet was sure that B would break first. She had to—there was no way the Egyptian goddess would accept losing to this demonic idiot. But what if B didn't break fast enough? It was possible that she could still do serious, agonizing damage to Bastet's chest by the time she broke down...and so, even though she was winning, Bastet figured that a reset would be palatable. Especially after that rapid series of squeezes sent pure pain surging through her captured tit! "Nyaaaaanngh!"

She breathed quickly, trying to make the pain go away, nodding as B suggested they both let go. "F-fine with me! One..." As she felt B's grip ease up, Bastet would allow her hands to relax slightly, as well, letting the demon's tit inflate to slightly thicker than a pancake, retracting her nails from that tit flesh in another show of good faith as she counted again: "T-two...!"