Mercy was beginning to get a little panicked.

It wasn't usual for her to get lost, but it was certainly worrying to get this lost. She had travelled down so many flights of stairs that she'd lost count, and was probably now deep underneath the school grounds. She didn't dare turn back, knowing that at least if she carried on she might eventually meet someone, but back there she hadn't seen a soul. She paused for breath, not used to long periods of walking, especially with the extra weight that she carried on her chest, she was tired.

The french girl leant back against a wall. There was a breeze here and that made her feel a lot better, cooling her skin and pushing away her claustrophobia. She looked back the way she had come, then down the corridor to where she was headed. It was glowing, as though some sort of boiler room. Best to soak up this breeze while she had the chance she realised, picking herself up from the wall and continuing on her way, hoping to see anyone, absolutely anyone.

Her demonic parts hidden in case she came across a student down here Iseria walked towards footsteps she had heard. "Another of the beautiful young students?" she thought to herself walking towards the source of the noise her shapely hips curving with each step, able to see very well in the dark she spotted a very large breasted woman walking towards her.

Using her bodily control she caused her pussy to become wet the musky smell of her sex a potent aphrodisiac, then continuing towards the girl coming into her viewing range. "Hi! Do you know the way out of here? I lost my clothes in one of the traps down here and I can't seem to find the exit."

Mercy stopped.

A voice? Thank god she'd found someone else down here, she wasn't alone! But this girl sounded like she was in trouble, that she'd lost her clothes in some sort of trap down here in the basement. There were traps? Mercy hadn't come across any, but then she'd always had a lucky streak, maybe that was it.

She caught sight of the girl ahead, holding a hand to her mouth to keep from gasping. This woman's body was breathtaking, Mercy herself had to admit that seeing this girl nude was a highlight for the day. There was something in the air that buzzed through the french girls senses and caused her thoughts to spiral into sexual acts both depraved and secret, seeing this beautiful naked woman ahead of her didn't help matters.

"I-I'm Mercy," She stammered, "Who are you? What happened?"

"I'm Iseria. I got lost down here and had to squeeze through a hallway that ended up shredding my clothes." she said with a sigh. Increasing the amount of the musky smell flowing from her wet sex she knew it was only a matter of time before the large breasted girl wanted her body.

The french girl couldn't stop herself from breathing in deeply, filling her lungs with the scent that surrounded her. Her brain was becoming overloaded with images of acts she wanted to commit, things she wanted to do to Iseria, and things that she wanted Iseria to do to her.

Mercy's body was beginning to feel the effects too. Her own pussy was beginning to moisten, anticipating attention soon. Her large nipples stood proudly, lifting the fabric of her flimsy bra and uniform top. She tried to say something, but her mouth had dried out, and besides, she couldn't think of any words to say, all she could think of was Iseria's luscious breasts, her inviting pussy and her wide hips that would doubtless provide her with a nice wide rear.

Walking close to Mercy, Iseria reached a hand under Mercy's skirt rubbing the girl's moistening pussy. "Is everything okay?" Iseria asked innocently rubbing the slit, making sure the pay special attention to the tender clit. Even as she started to stimulate Mercy, Iseria allowed more of the musky, intoxicating scent to seep from her sex.

Mercy's eyes opened wide with shock as Iseria's fingers made contact with her sensitive folds. Even though her panties stood between this woman's fingers and Mercy's tight and soaking folds, such a sensation was getting a huge reaction from her. She bit her lower lip, breathing heavily as she tried to keep her mind in order.

Another deep inhalation.

Mercy was now lost in thoughts as she stared at Iseria's body. Being smothered between the strangers gigantic breasts, or having her face pushed between Iseria's firm asscheeks. She also imagined this woman setting her tongue to work on Mercy's own intimate areas, or penetrating her over and over again in every way that was possible. Thoughts that excited Mercy so much that she could only sigh and gasp in response.

Slipping her hand into Mercy's panties, Iseria plunged two fingers inside her while rubbing the palm of her hand against the girl's clit. "I know you want it. Your pussy is so wet." Iseria told the girl, pistoning her fingers in and out of her soft pussy, and wanting this girl to make a move on her.

Her body overcome by the pleasure of Iseria's fingers sliding easily inside her, Mercy felt the strength in her legs leave her. The busty girl tipped forwards, reaching out her hands to stop herself. One hand found Iseria's shoulder, keeping the french girl standing, but bent forwards slightly. The other hand grasped at the woman's huge breast, squeezing it firmly as Mercy steadied herself.

Mercy closed her hand slightly, feeling just how soft and wonderful Iseria's breasts felt as the flesh was pressed between her fingers, hard nipple pushing into Mercy's palm.

Continuing to work the girl's wet pussy Iseria used her free hand to start unbuttoning the horny girl's uniform shirt wanting to release the girl's massive mammaries to the cool air of the basement. Popping the last button of her shirt Iseria slipped the girl's shirt off to fall to the floor, now reaching behind the girl to unbutton the flimsy bra Iseria let it fall with the shirt causing Mercy's impressive breasts to bounce free as Iseria continued to finger her sopping cunt.

Mercy squealed as her shirt fell away from her. A part of her told her to pull away and run now, but it was quickly overpowered by the effects of the aphrodisiac in the air. She felt quick and powerful hands behind her unclasp her bra, and the sensation of her large breasts springing into view, carressed by the cool air of the corridor.

Fingers continued to slide in and out of her sopping pussy, and Mercy wailed in pleasure as she was taken away by the feelings.

"Miss Iseria..." She whispered, both hands now placed upon the other woman's impressive breasts, squeezing with inexperienced hands.

Guiding the lust filled girl to the floor Iseria started pulling down Mercy's now soaked panties revealing her demonic parts as she plunged her tail deep into the girl's sopping cunt, pistoning it in and out of her, while sensually licking the sweet honey of Mercy's cunt off her fingers.

"Aaah, Your honey tastes amazing." Iseria said laying ontop of the lusty girl their massive breasts mashing together with each pair of sensitive nipples brushing over each other.

Mercy couldn't fight back as she was guided to the ground. Her panties were pulled away from her and she only gave a faint smile in response, the aphrodisiac making her unable to do anything besides enjoy what was happening to her. The fingers removed themselves from her body and Mercy watched Iseria lick her fingers clean, an act so sensuos that the french girl nearly came right there and then.

Then the tail slammed inside her and Mercy opened her mouth wide. She cried out a little as she was filled so brilliantly, powerful tail thrusting in and out of her tight, soaked hole. She arched her back, pushing her huge breasts into Iseria's own, loving the feeling of soft flesh sliding against her own. She leaned up and tried to kiss the woman, driven wild by desire.

Leaning towards the girl Iseria took her in a deep kiss making her taste her own juices while using her now free hands to work the girl's massive breasts, massaging them while rubbing her palms over the diamond hard nipples, and the tail continued to pound her.

Mercy slid her tongue into Iseria's mouth, drinking up her own juices and the other woman's saliva. It was a delicious combination, and the french girl moaned loudly into the kiss, even as she pushed her huge breasts up for the woman to play with all she wanted, the tweaking of her nipples and the strokes of her breast flesh were like explosions of pleasure to Mercy. She began to buck her hips in time with the tail thrusting, trying to get it to fuck her deeper.

"Harder," She whispered, breaking away from the kiss for a second. "Please, you don't have to be gentle..."