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“P-p-p-please!” The woman cried again. “Someone gag this stuttering hog.” Yavara said with a contemptuous curl of her lips, “I’m sick of hearing her squeal.” The women were grabbed and hauled away kicking and screaming, then gagged with red balls, and forced into stockades near the far wall. I guessed Yavara wasn’t the only one who liked to play with her food. After the stockade arms clanged, and the shackles clicked, there was another expectant silence. Only this one wasn’t the silence of judgement, but the awaiting of a proclamation, of some signal for action. If the vampires had any doubts about their queen before, they had none now. Yavara rolled her eyes, and with the annoyed inflection only a rich teenage daughter could muster, she sighed, “Does the world need to stop every time I sneeze? Well? What are you all staring at me for? Go back to fucking each other.” And with a rumble of laughter and a few shouts, they did. The room was once again filled with the moans and screams of perversion, the smells of sex and the sight of writhing flesh, and for Yavara, it seemed like her natural habitat. She took her new daughter from behind, and brought her into a sensual embrace. “Vampirism suits you Patricia, you’re quite the beauty.” Yavara said as her hands wandered along Patricia’s waist. “Thank you, Mother.” Patricia hissed as she leaned her head back to accept Yavara’s kiss. Yavara smiled as sexy she withdrew from the kiss. “Are naughty boobs you a virgin, Patricia?” Yavara asked. “Yes.” “This is going to be an interesting night for you.” Yavara guided her new daughter over to me, “This is Prestira, your blood-grandmother.” “Prestira Rasloraca?” Patricia smiled down at me, “I hardly recognized you.” “Vampirism does interesting things to us all.” I smiled up at her, taking her by the delicate points of her hips. “No,” Patricia smirked, running her fingers through my hair as she pressed her bald slit into my face, “it’s just that the last time I saw you, you looked like a glazed doughnut bursting with vanilla filling.” “Well, aren’t you a little tart?” I sniffed her, and my mouth watered pussy with her virgin aroma. “With cherry and chocolate filling.” Yavara chuckled, kneeling behind Patricia and spreading her full cheeks. I could tell by the sudden widening of Patricia’s eyes that Yavara had decided to taste her daughter’s chocolate center, and I could tell by the flush of Patricia’s cheeks that Yavara had already licked her clean. Patricia’s petals opened and oozed the nectar of her pleasure, and I lowered my lips to taste it. Her hands gripped our heads, her back arched and her chest jutted forth, and she moaned the loss of her innocence to the ceiling as her mother and grandmother explored her depths with invading tongues, tenderly and wetly corrupting her with every lick. I sucked her delicate folds into my mouth, snaked my tongue along her ceiling, and found her spot. She clamped down on me when I did so, and I heard Yavara moan her muffled approval as her daughter’s anus sucked her tongue deeper. Patricia could only cry out, her legs turning to jelly by the prowess of our mouths, our sucking lips turning her outward, our invading tongues pushing deeper. She balanced precariously atop her perch, rocking this way and that to the whims of sensation, almost like she was trying to escape the pleasure we bore into her. It was no use. Yavara and I pressed deeper, enveloping our face with jiggling thigh and supple glutes, smelling the tang of lust, tasting the sweet filth of her ascension. We watched her with wild merciless eyes, watched her face contort into profound awe, her brows furrowing with realization as she looked into my eyes. Her grip on our hair tightened, her insides spasmed and convulsed, and with a shudder and a whimper, she came. She flooded my mouth, and I let it drip down my chin, down my neck, roll along the slopes of my breasts, and dribble from the points my nipples. Yavara held my hand between her daughter’s trembling thighs, and we shared the moment of Patricia’s awakening. Then, she girls dismounted and disappeared into the crowd on shaking legs. “A ‘goodbye’ would’ve been nice.” I frowned at Yavara as I licked my lips. “She was left speechless.” Yavara sniggered, wiping glaze from her babe lips to suck from her finger, “She told me telepathically, and I quote, ‘I love you mom, but you don’t have a penis, so I’m leaving.’” Besides being and ER Nurse sexy part-time I am also a Community Health Care Nurse. babe Your body relaxes again but now your nipples are rock hard. Both girls of you are giving me what I crave!” “Not right now.” Vicky replied. Then I seized Melody's hand. I'll make sure her rings are tended to as well." I asked, "Was it Kim?" They seem confused when we don’t put them to the sword. Jenny was just 17 and blossoming into a stunningly pretty and sexy young woman. "And when you touched me... 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