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“You’re fucking disgusting.” Brandon grumbled, though he Fingering was grinning. “Oh, you know I am.” I smirked back, pressing my body deeper to his. We stopped at the end of an alleyway, where a studded-iron wood door stood blandly against a stone wall. To most, it would seem an unimportant feature of an unimportant dead-end, but a knowing eye would spot the spiraled symbol carved into the flagstone next to the door. I drew my dagger, cut a thin line into the tip of my forefinger, and then let the blood drip onto the carved symbol. The door opened with a foreboding creak, and a pair of big, crimson eyes peered at us from the dark. “Tera Autumnsong,” a soft, feminine voice whispered from the shadows, “I was delighted to get your message; I was wondering if I’d ever see you again.” “Gloria,” I smiled, “it’s been too long.” “Indeed, it has,” Gloria said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.” “Unfortunately, no.” I said, patting Brandon’s arm comfortingly before he pissed himself. “Keeping this one for yourself, hmm?” Gloria replied, her red eyes searching me, “You certainly look well-fed.” “He’s delicious,” I smirked, “but he’s not mine.” “No, I see that now.” Gloria said, her gaze gleaming hungrily in the dark, studying the terrified god on my shoulder, “So, he’s not your dinner, and he’s not mine, and you brought him all the way from…” sniffing sounds wafted from the darkness as the vampire took Brandon into her nostrils, “wheat, barley, cow shit… Towerhead? You still live in that shithole?” “Hey!” Brandon exclaimed, “That’s my home you’re talking nice about!” “And it’s a shithole,” Gloria responded, her red eyes narrowing, causing Brandon to shrink back, “but Tera’s never wasted my time before, so she must have a good reason for bringing a hillbilly to my doorstep. Come in, both of you.” I dragged Brandon with me through tits the threshold, and the door promptly slammed behind us, the clang of the metal latch punctuating the sudden sound. Gloria was as stunning as she’d always been. She had the most pronounced cheekbones I’d ever seen, and they structured a face of exotic, gothic beauty. Full, blood-red lips matched the hue of her almond-shaped eyes, and contrasted the unnatural paleness of her youthful complexion. Her dark eyebrows seemed to constantly bow inwardly, giving her portrait a slightly-menacing expression. Jet-black hair tumbled from her crown in luxuriant curls, and rested upon her narrow Fondling shoulders, framing a pale bosom that was barely contained in her corset. The rest of her body bowed in equal gracefulness beneath a tight-fitting skirt, her voluptuous outline matching my own curve-for-curve, with her breasts gaining a slight edge. You would never know that the vampire was three-thousand years old by the youth of her body, but by the aged wisdom in her perpetually-hungry eyes. Her choice in home décor was as interesting as it had always been. A mural was painted on the domed ceiling, depicting a blood-orgy of debauchery and violence, interrupted licking only by the extravagant chandelier that hung from its apex. The walls were lined with red columns, the floor was covered with plush, red carpeting, and the room was decorated with red, silk drapes, red curtains and red upholstery bound to extravagant chairs. In one of those chairs, sat a very frightened-looking human girl, shakenly drinking wine and staring at the floor. “If I had known you were eating,” I frowned at Gloria, “I would have waited outside.” “Oh, she’s not my meal,” Gloria replied with a wave of her hand, “she’s an honored guest, like yourself.” “I’m sure,” I replied dryly to Gloria, “the line between guest and prisoner was always a thin one with you.” “Don’t be ridiculous!” Gloria laughed, pouring three nipple glasses of wine, “Alexa is here by her own volition. Her husband and I are business partners, of sorts.” “We haven’t heard anything,” the woman named Alexa said fearfully, “Gloria, shouldn’t we have heard something by now?” “Hush,” Gloria said softly, placing a calming hand on the woman’s shoulder, “Terry’s just being careful. Your husband is a cautious man, and if things are taking longer than we thought, it is only because he is waiting for the perfect opportunity. He’ll be walking through that door in due time, trust me.” Alexa watched me with panic and contempt, her fingers twisting about the stem of her wine glass, her eyes narrowing at me as though my presence was an insult to her. But instead in a heated discussion. How many?" Even her perfect hair was in complete disarray from all the humping. Tyler begins slamming away. He was determined to find Sidney and kick his worthless ass. That was Bella. “Two more orgasms and Fondling I’ll let you get up.” I get up and in one movement I pull down both my pants and tits underwear. Lavender smiled. She couldn't help giggle yet feel a bit of guilt knowing the poor dog was locked in the bathroom. I made the mistake of tensing up as the motor burst into life and the cane reared up. Something else?” The other girls were all bonuses. Ja, ich helfe dir, aber erwarte kein Wunder, Papa hat nicht umsonst gerade keine Freundin, vermutlich hat er genug von Beziehungsstress." “Tonya's giving him a blowjob in the middle of the theater. My back arched. I opened my eyes to make sure that Tiff was still distracted and discovered the she Fingering was not distracted at all. “Who sent you?” he asked, at last. Dionysus - Son of Zeus and Semele - God of the vine, grape-harvest, wine-making, wine, fertility, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, theatre He was a big man, and for the first time, he reminded her of the masked man who had fucked the young girl senseless at the punishment ceremony. “I’m going to cum soon.” Gwen grins. Denise felt her pussy moisten as she nice thought about leaning over and nipple taking one of licking those nipples into her mouth.