“Let me go, Patricia.” I said. Her red eyes glimmered with amusement, like a cat who’d cornered a mouse and sought to torment it before the end. “Why?” She tittered, lifting her veil, “You don’t need your hand in a duel of tongues.” She licked one fang as she closed the distance between us, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to join in.” “Patricia…” I said cautiously. I turned to Yavara, but she was gone. No, she was behind me, her cold breath on my neck, her hands on my waist, pulling me into her arms with gentle strength. “I’m sorry Elena, but I do so hate a fair fight.” “You always did cheat on the practice grounds.” I said, my heart thundering in my ears as Patricia pressed me between herself and her blood-mother, their indian breasts consuming my face. They lifted me with effortless strength, pinning me between the succulent squish of their bodies. “It’s called ‘gamesmanship’ when royalty cheats, and it’s poor form to accuse your monarch of it.” Yavara’s soft lips caressed my throat. “I never bowed to you.” “Ah, so you’re still a ranger then.” Yavara tongue traced my pulmonary artery, “A spy in my own court, captured and confessed. I’ll show you how I deal with spies, Miss Straltaira.” “Yavara…” I whispered, my cracking voice betraying my fear. Yavara paused. “I could tell you that I’m in control of myself, but that would remove the danger from it.” Yavara’s hand sneaked to my front, gently grasping the part of me that was throbbing against Patricia’s belly. “Something tells me you like the danger. Truth be told, my dearest love,” I felt the points of her fangs against my throat, “you drive me so wild, I don’t what I’ll do.” They moved on opposite sides of my neck, puncturing the flesh, sucking from tender lips. I whimpered, feeling the weakness travel down by spine, accompanying a lassitude that left me numb and accepting. A stupid smile creased my face, and my head became light with intoxication and blood loss. Only one part of me remained tense, and that part curved backward with engorgement as the women eating me began to disrobe, their nudity softcore pressing against me, flesh on flesh, fingers moving together between my cheeks. They parted from my throat in a duet of gasps, their red eyes mostly pupil, their expressions wrought with desire. “There is something very sweet in your blood, Elena.” Patricia whispered on my lips, her hand joining her mother’s around my cock. “You’re quite the delicacy.” Yavara whispered affectionately, her fingertips threatening to penetrate me in both holes as she held me aloft by my ass. She smiled into my half-lidded eyes, “I can’t believe you thought I’d actually eat you.” “You’re not going to? Don’t disappoint me.” Yavara grinned against my lips, her index finger circling my puckered anus. I whimpered, and her smile curved wickedly. “Why don’t you beg me, Elena? Isn’t that what you said you’d make me do when we got here? Make me beg for you to put it in my ass?” She forked her index and ring finger about my rim, stretching it so that she could tease the opening with her prodding middle finger. My lip pouted with need, and I pressed my cock into Patricia’s belly as I arched my back. Yavara chuckled. “I see you’ve developed a taste for the finer things in life since we last saw each other, my love, my whore. ” She touched her forehead to mine, staring heatedly into my eyes, “Beg for it, Elena.” The words were already on my tongue when a high voice from the threshold screamed, “Master!” In Big Tits flurry of motion too quick for me to see, the battle of the man-eaters was over, the vampires overwhelmed by the succubi’s superior numbers. I was in Crystal and Ruby’s arms while Diamond and Sapphire enslaved Patricia, and Onyx and Opal subdued Yavara. I Big Tits pushed her bra down to let her breasts free. The women can teach the boys how to fuck properly while putting up with their inexperience in exchange for their youth. But we never kissed each other on the lips, or held hands, or did any other mushy crap like that. “Holy shit,” Billy said as indian his older sister's tits came into view. “And you could just get up on time like Clara”. To be continued… “Melt?” she gasped. “Hello, Leah Parker’s phone” a voice answered. “Do you still love me?” he asked. Janet only ate pussy when she was around her master & was not attracted to women otherwise . Esperanza could tell that Janet was inexperienced in pussy-licking but smothered the old bitches face anyway. Silence, then her response, a raspy gasp softcore of shameful admission. Still,” she smiled slyly to me, “I’m not exactly pleased that everyone south of the Droktin Pass gets to see a statue of my daughter getting plowed.” Will you let me taste it?"