Gods and mortals were never meant to fall in love. Now in a weakened state, there is nothing left to stand between the immortals and the vampires. Vows, however, cannot be broken no matter how great an evil has risen.
The vampires have lain dormant...
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Matching each other's rhythm, then suddenly alternating, thrusting in and out like ships passing in the night was driving Lanecea crazy, the three barely aware of the soaked bedding as they bred like animals past dawn. Lanecea would be leaving for Italy within the hour, after all, and her men were determined to make her pussy flow like a volcano before that moment came.
Stalker paced restlessly in front of the bedroom door while Striker remained laying at the foot of their bed, only jumping off minutes before cum rained down on their bodies as Thorson changed positions.
"Two days will be an eternity," Storm admitted as he tangled his fingers in Lani's hair, thrusting upwards hard and deep ensuring he was firmly lodged within her tight sheath as he came yet again.
Lanecea wouldn't beg him to reconsider not joining them sooner, after all, he had obligations and she wasn't annoying, but her pussy was already missing him as well, clinging tight to his length as it milked him in desperation as though her vagina could ensure he wouldn't be able to leave her.
A low growl in her wolves' throats distracted Lanecea's attention, her familiars on constant alert for vampires. Herja wasn't a vampire however, but the wolves didn't care for Storm's wife, pressing their massive bodies together as they blocked the woman from joining the tangled limbs in the bed. Although amused by her beasts, Lanecea signaled for them to back down, allowing Herja to join them. The woman didn't bother to remove her uniform first, already crawling from the bottom of the bed, sliding her pants down as she paused to suck the cum-soaked blanket.
"Mmm," Herja moaned, tossing her top over her shoulder as well before continuing to crawl further up, licking a trail as she went.
She would have a lot of sucking to do if she planned on mouth-drying the bedding, the thought making Lani smile before a soft moan escaped her lips as Herja began to clean up their mess, not caring whose legs she rubbed her pussy on.
Storm didn't pause for a second as he continued to thrust, a constant flow of gushing cum making it impossible for Herja to lick their forged bodies clean, but not for lack of trying. Swearing under his breath, Storm reached for his cell phone, answering it on the second ring after checking the caller ID.
Hans.
Propping the cell phone with his chin, Storm reached for Herja's dildo, tossing her the hunk of rubber.
"Good morning, Hans. Is everything...mmm...alright?"
Herja tilted her head between Lanecea's thighs, her tongue lapping at the inch of cock that appeared above her mouth before disappearing over and over again. She attempted to lick it before it disappeared once again as Herja pushed the rubber in and out of her pussy, already cumming all over her dildo.
Thorson milked Lani's boobs as he massaged them, pressing them against his shaft as his cock slid between his woman's cum and milk-soaked breasts. Lanecea bit down on her thumb hard, struggling to bite back her moans of intense pleasure while her king was on the phone.
