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  Before Hurlish actually got an answer, she had to grab a fistful of Evie's hair, stopping the feline from taking Sara's cock down her throat.

  "Chill for a minute, Kitty."

  "But it tastes like both of you," Evie panted, still pulling towards Sara's cock. "Can't you make the decision for me?" She shoved herself harder forward still, until the skin of her face was pulled ughably taut, forcing her eyes to peel open. Her tongue quivered as she stuck it as far out as possible, tip barely an inch away from the arousal-slicked base of Sara's cock.

  "No."

  Hurlish jerked backward, sending Evie flying. She was thrown to the edge of the bed, then off it, nding on the floor with a cry that began as a yelp and ended as a long, drawn-out moan. Never one to be deterred, the feline began crawling forward, braided hair unraveling to drag along the floorboards.

  When Sara found the will to look away from the divine sight of Evie on all fours, she focused on Ketch and her pet vampire.

  Ketch was predictable. She was biting her lip, all her focus drawn in on the slick slit that Evie was thoughtlessly presenting her. Sara didn't know if it was Evie's body or Hurlish's treatment of it that was getting the girl off more, but whichever it was, its effectiveness was clear in the press of her nipples through her thin shirt and the tight clench of her thighs.

  The vampire, on the other hand, made a better show of hiding her arousal. Sara could already tell the woman she'd once been, before Ketch's "intervention," had been an expert in hiding her emotions. She'd had to, after all, hiding amongst nobility as a vampire. Not that her skill mattered in the slightest to Sara. She could read her like a book.

  The vampire was hungry. Hungry in a way Sara didn't think she'd seen any thinking mind be hungry before. She was drowning in the same hunger that gnawed at the minds of buzzards and maggots, the agents of rot. It didn't matter how full she was, or what she was eating, or how much she had waiting on her pte. Behind her eyes y a drive to take. To consume, to bite and sup and drink all she could, and it was a compulsion that had never once left her. Were that all she had, there would be nothing left but a sthering beast, some animal capable of nothing more than a noxious parody of humanity.

  Yet lying beside that overwhelming hunger was something distinctly human.

  Desire.

  A desire borne of a simple, unfettered appreciation of a beautiful body id bare. And while all emotions were joined in some way or another, when the vampire's tongue flicked out to wet her lips, Sara saw that oh-so-human desire entangling itself with inhuman starvation. It was a complex, sinuous weave, unlike anything Sara had ever seen before. The bottomless pit of her vampiric curse was smoothed over by desire, lust, and a small tinge of want, this st emotion just teetering over the edge into... jealousy. Jealousy of a woman forced to kneel, thrown aside like trash. Sara could see the way the vampire craved to be brought low, to have her hunger fed by someone she considered greater than her.

  Damn, Sara thought, I can't NOT fuck her.

  Unfortunately, she didn't have much choice in the matter. She was still stuck under Hurlish, and worse, she couldn't even communicate her desires. She tried to talk, but the words died in her throat, turning into a quiet hiss and breathy moan.

  "I'll get to you in a second," Hurlish said, peeling herself off Sara's hips. She was hardly graceful in the motion, huffing as she went, but it was impressive for a pregnant woman. Sara went to follow her, but the bed creaked enough to clue her in.

  "Lay down and stay there."

  Once again, Sara instinctively fought the order, for all the good it did her. Her muscles first locked up, then began to drag her back, her own body betraying her to pce herself in the bed.

  This time, though, it was easier to give in. With a deep exhale, Sara stopped fighting the colr, letting her muscles rex.

  The reward was as immediate as it was intoxicating. That same liquid delight poured into her throat, pumped through her body with every thud of her heart. She felt the rush tingle its way up through her neck and into her head, dizzying her with every pulsating throb, and she felt it course its way up and down her limbs, raising goosebumps across her skin. She let out an involuntary groan as she squirmed in pce, bucking her hips against the emptiness that she needed to be filled, but never too much, never too high. That wouldn't be lying down.

  Hurlish stood when she reached the end of the bed, looking like she was going to walk over to Ketch and Noctie, but was stopped by Evie's enwrapping of her leg. The feline hugged Hurlish's leg with a rumbling purr, tongue reaching out to p at the salty sweat that coated her skin.

  Without a word, Hurlish reached down and grabbed the back of Evie's head, fingers digging in just where the lowest bit of her hair met her scalp. She jerked Evie off her leg, but rather than throwing her away again, she kept hold. Hurlish walked across the room with Evie held at just the wrong height, not high enough to walk on her knees, not low enough to use her hands. She could only kick her feet fitfully as she groaned in pained gratification, still trying to reach out for Hurlish's leg.

  The massive orc came to a stop in front of Ketch. At an inch over seven feet tall, Hurlish had well over two feet on the tiny blue Azarketi. The orc looked down on Ketch, who instinctively backpedaled until her back thumped against the wall. Noctie instinctively moved closer, protectively, until she gnced down at Ketch.

  The girl was breathing hard, her eyes wide as she stared up at Hurlish. Sara could practically smell the arousal wafting off her, and if she could, she knew a damn vampire could, too. Sure enough, after one final gnce at Ketch, Noctie stepped back, allowing Hurlish to continue.

  Hurlish and Ketch had fucked before, Sara knew. Not as often as most other members of their little polycule had, what with how much of a slut Ketch was for Sara's Gift of Lust, but still. Ketch knew what Hurlish liked, and Hurlish knew what Ketch liked. Sara felt her lower stomach throb at what she could only assume was going to come next, her mouth watering just at the thought of it. Sara's mind burned with fantasies. She waited for Hurlish to sm Ketch against the wall, forcing her to her knees, or for Hurlish to grab her by the throat and lift her until their lips could crash together, Ketch wriggling like a stuck bug. If Sara could have sat up to watch, she would have.

  But then Hurlish grinned, and spoke.

  "So, little blue. Heard you got a new pet."

  The words hit Sara like a fist to the gut. Not because they hurt, but because she realized exactly what was going to happen. And that she'd only get to watch.

  "I-I-I-" Ketch stuttered.

  "One like mine, right?" Hurlish lifted Evie up, until her feet were dangling off the floor. Hurlish twisted her wrist so the feline was facing Ketch, whose eyes locked on not to her breasts, or her face, but the fingers tangled in her hair. "A good little pet can be fun, right?"

  "N-Noctie i-is, y-yes," Ketch breathed. "V-very fun." Her hands kept creeping down her sides, towards the crook of her legs, before she realized what they were doing and jerked them back up, folding them just under her washboard breasts.

  Hurlish tsked. "Now, see, that's one point off already. Who calls their pet by their name?"

  Hurlish dropped Evie without warning. If her reflexes hadn't been so deadened by mind-numbing arousal, she easily would have caught herself. Instead she smmed onto her knees with a gasp, falling forward. When she tried to right herself, Hurlish shifted her foot onto the back of her hand, pinning it to the floor.

  "This is what you're going to have to learn, Ketch. How to keep them on their knees for you. This bitch right here?" Hurlish nodded to Noctie. "Is she a person, or a pet?"

  "Person."

  "Pet."

  Ketch, who had spoken first, jerked her head around to stare at Noctie in shock. The vampire pointedly didn't look at Ketch, choosing to continue staring demurely at the floorboards. The fact that Ketch was surprised, even after jokingly introducing Noctie as her pet, already told Sara everything she needed to know. Hurlish picked up on it just as easily. The massive orc shook her head, disappointed.

  "See, that's what I'm talking about. You know what we're going to do tonight?"

  "Um?" Ketch squeaked.

  Oh, god-fucking-damnit, Sara thought as recognition fshed through her.

  "Teach you how to be a good pet owner."

  Sara fell back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling in smoldering frustration.

  She's going to make Ketch fuck that hot-ass vampire maid right in front of me, isn't she? Sara found herself shivering, spine tingling. And she's not going to let me do a damn thing but watch.

  But really? Make Ketch a dom? Sara's eyes swept over the tiny, quivering girl, pressed in by women taller than her on either side.

  This is going to take for fucking ever.

  If there was ever a time when Sara didn't like her cock, it was in moments like this one. It was a lot easier to pretend she wasn't into something when it wasn't pulsing against her stomach, leaking slippery pre-cum that pooled just under her breasts.

  Damn traitor, she thought, forcing herself to settle in and watch the show.

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  Hurlish

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  If she had been a betting woman, Hurlish would've bet that Sara probably had a lot of things she wanted to talk to this vampire chick about. Shit about ethics, or consent, or all that other shit she worried so much about. Hurlish couldn't bme her. If she hadn't spent the st few hours with a fat cock stirring her insides to mush, she probably woulda cared about that crap, too.

  As it was, Hurlish was just a little bit pissed.

  She'd been close. So goddamn close to getting Sara to give in. She'd seen it in her eyes. The way they'd been fluttering just before Ketch had burst in? It'd been beautiful. She'd started pumping her hips again, even when she knew she couldn't cum. That was what Hurlish had spent all afternoon trying to drag out of her.

  Hurlish considered herself a pretty considerate woman, at least most of the time. She loved her wives. Loved making things for them, loved cooking for them, even loved carrying their child. Wouldn't trade it for the world.

  But once the pants were off, what she wanted out of them changed a bit.

  Maybe a lot.

  Having one wife that tried to suck the soul out of her clit at every opportunity was about the best thing she'd been able to imagine back before she'd met Sara. But her life had since gotten even better, and she'd begun to dream of something new:

  Having two wives who wanted nothing more than to fuck her at every opportunity.

  And she'd been so goddamn close. She'd tried to tame Sara's assertiveness for months, turn her into a good little cocksve, and she'd almost done it. Then Ketch had fucked it up.

  So now? Ketch was going to get a little fucked up. And not even in the way the tiny azarketi liked.

  Hurlish grabbed her chin, tilting the woman's face up to stare into Noctie's eyes. There was an immediate fsh of red as the vampire obediently did what she knew Ketch loved, preparing to leave her grinning and drooling. Hurlish put a stop to it by smming the vampire's head into the wall, hand covering her eyes.

  "None of that," Hurlish growled at the vampire. "Not until you prove you're not gonna pull that magic-eye bullshit on any of us."

  "A-ah," the vampire breathed, mouth hanging open a little bit. As a six-foot-something woman, she clearly wasn't used to being towered over. The further you went north, the fewer orcs you found. She seemed to enjoy the novelty, judging by the way her tongue flicked over her lips. "I-I understand, Miss. I'll not, unless Owner tells me to."

  In reality, Hurlish wasn't the slightest bit concerned about the vampire's hypnotic abilities. If she'd been on her own, sure. She wouldn't doubt for a second that a centuries-old vampire could twist Hurlish into a mess that her old self never would have recognized.

  With Sara nearby, though? Priestesses of Amarat were literally the ones in charge of breaking mind-altering spells. It was what they were best at. With the literal Champion of Amarat in her corner? Hurlish was pretty sure that Noctie trying to hypnotize anyone in the room would be like a bird nding in the middle of a cookfire. Sara would tear Noctie apart, piece by piece, and she probably wouldn't have to y a hand on her to do it. Hurlish didn't have anything to worry about.

  Didn't mean she was gonna let Ketch get all blissed out, though. The girl'd fucked up Hurlish's taming session, and that was gonna have consequences.

  "Misstress," Hurlish corrected Noctie. "If you want to stay in this room, you're gonna recognize who's in charge."

  "But Owner is in charge of me," the vampire reflectively insisted, wringing her hands anxiously, as if disagreement didn't come naturally to her.

  "And I'm in charge of her right now. Right, Ketch?"

  "U-um," the girl elegantly replied. "Y-yes?"

  "Yes ma'am."

  Ketch sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes ma'am," she corrected herself.

  "Good." Hurlish pulled her palm off Noctie's eyes. The vampire had stopped her hypnosis bullshit, as ordered. She hurriedly dropped her gaze to the floor, shifting her weight from side to side like a chastised schoolgirl. It gave her hips an appealing, lovely sway.

  Honestly, Hurlish thought the anxiety was a bit of a show. She didn't have Sara's sense for people, but she'd spent enough time with Evie between her legs to recognize a good slut when she saw one. Noctie wasn't that. She was obedient, sure. That much was obvious. But that obedience wasn't born from sheer desire to get fucked. She was hooked on Ketch's blood. An addict. And after being on the receiving end of Sellie, Noctie knew that there wasn't any way to get it, save for debasing herself at every opportunity.

  That didn't mean the ancient vampire didn't like it, though. She'd lived her not-life as a haughty, powerful noblewoman, constantly taking peasants under her thrall as she weaved her way through high society. In Hurlish's experience, there weren't many women that wanted to be bent over a desk more than those who lived a life of power. It was only when she'd had her feet knocked out from under her, forced to look up at someone for the first time, that Noctie realized bending the knee might not be so bad.

  Yeah. Ketch needs to put her in her pce.

  "What does your pet do for you?" Hurlish asked. Ketch swallowed hard, still forced to stare at the vampire by Hurlish's iron grip.

  "She cooks for me," Ketch said, after a moment's hesitation. "She brings me my food, and my clothes. She's my maid, basically."

  "She's not." Hurlish stroked Ketch's cheek with a thumb, running slow circles. "Maids don't beg to lick your sweat, Ketch. They don't plead to suck your blood, and they certainly don't have every little fold of your pussy memorized."

  "Sh-she's different," Ketch stuttered. "She's a... she's..."

  "She's your pet. Just like this little whore here is mine." Hurlish twisted the foot that was pinning Evie's hand to the wood, forcing a lovely little whimper through her lips. Ketch's eyes snapped down, almost having forgotten the docile feline was present. "I don't know if you wanted a pet," Hurlish said, "but it doesn't matter. Now you're going to learn how to take care of one."

  "O-okay." Ketch drew herself up to her full height of five-foot-nothing, trying to look determined. "What do I do?"

  "If Sara could talk, she'd have a lot to say." Hurlish chuckled, looking at her wide-eyed wife, whose twitching cock told a story all of its own. "She's got all kinds of rules. Safe words, consent contracts, stuff like that. It's a pretty good way to do things. Makes sense. Good to ensure you don't hurt someone in a way they don't want. But for your pet?" Hurlish grinned zily, looking the vampire up and down. "She's a bit different. I don't think we could hurt her if we tried, could we?"

  "N-no, Mistress," Noctie murmured, "not unless you used weapons."

  "And is there anything you don't want your owner to do?"

  "I don't want her to leave me alone," she responded immediately. "To not feed me. I don't want that. I don't want that at all."

  "Good. But what do you want? What can she give you?"

  "Blood." Noctie inhaled deeply, nostrils fring. For a moment she looked up from the floor, attention darting to Ketch's neck. Then she remembered herself, returning to her submissive posture. "I want Owner's blood. I want it like nothing else, Mistress."

  "And what will you do to earn it?"

  "Anything." The word fell from Noctie's lips like a promise, a prayer. "Anything she wants." She groaned, swaying on her feet. "Whatever she tells me to do, Mistress. I'll do anything for Owner's blood. Anything."

  Hurlish finally let go of Ketch's jaw, allowing the girl to look elsewhere. She didn't. She kept staring at Noctie, a disbelieving expression pstered across her face.

  "That's what a pet is, Ketch. Your pet. She gets off on this. On being owned by you." Hurlish lifted her foot off Evie's hand, allowing the feline to scramble forward, once more wrapping herself around Hurlish's thigh, nuzzling her cheek against the muscles. "But she won't stay that way if you don't make her earn it. She'll get entitled. Start to think she deserves it, like she's some kind of equal. But she's not. She's your pet. And you need to make sure she never forgets it." Hurlish stepped back, dragging Evie with her, and crossed her arms. "Now show me how you do it."

  Like Hurlish expected, Ketch started off at a loss. She clearly wasn't a stranger to being on top, at least when it came to Noctie, but it was equally obvious that she'd never been the one to initiate it. The vampire had always come to her groveling, pleading, and then all but forced herself underneath the timid azarketi. Giving orders was alien to Ketch.

  But she'd received plenty of orders before, and from those, she knew what she liked.

  "O-on your knees," Ketch said, speaking just above a whisper. Despite the utter ck of authority in her tone, Noctie dropped like a rock, still staring at the floor.

  "Pull your panties down."

  It was an awkward maneuver for the vampire, kneeling as she was, but through careful shifting of her weight and a hand shoved up her skirt, she managed to bring her panties down to her knees. They were as bck as her maid uniform, and thin, barely enough to cover her. Hurlish could see the slick sheen of dampness at the center.

  "Look up at me."

  Noctie's head whipped upward, so fast it almost made Hurlish flinch. It was easy to forget that the submissive, kneeling woman on the floor was probably the most powerful woman in the room. She was centuries old. Hurlish doubted even she could overpower Noctie, not if the vampire put her full effort into it.

  It didn't matter, though. Not when Ketch stepped forward, pulling off the thin strip of cloth she called a top, exposing her chest. She drew her belt knife next, then dropped her skintight shorts, stepping out of them. She wasn't wearing anything beneath, as always, when she visited Sara.

  Noctie watched her approach with a hungry eagerness. She may have seemed as pliant and obedient as Evie, but Hurlish could tell the reason was different. She was hungry. Starving. She watched Ketch's knife like Evie watched Sara's cock, wetting her lips over and over again.

  Ketch lifted the knife to her index finger, resting the tip against the skin. She held it over Noctie's head, forcing her to crane her neck painfully far backward, staring up in rapturous anticipation. Her mouth opened, tongue pressed out to rest against her chin.

  It was a good start, but unfortunately, Ketch fumbled. She held her pose for a long while, clearly trying to think of what to do next. She was following a script, basically doing to Noctie exactly what Sara did to her, but with cum instead of blood. But unlike Sara, there really wasn't any way for Ketch to throatfuck Noctie.

  To Hurlish's incredible surprise, she felt Evie unwind herself from around her leg, standing. The feline walked up behind Ketch, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl's stomach, pressing her breasts against her back, and whispered into her ear.

  "Not yet," Evie purred. "She isn't worth it yet, is she? Pets need to know our pce. We should work for it. Make us earn it."

  Ketch shuddered, a motion that Hurlish found her own body mirroring. Seeing Evie guiding Ketch through the motions, putting words to the desires that burned in her, was delectable.

  "H-how?" Ketch asked. "What should I make her do?"

  "It doesn't matter," Evie whispered. Her hands rubbed small circles on Ketch's stomach, causing her scales to prickle and rise like goosebumps. "What she wants isn't important." Evie's hand wandered low, lower, tucking between Ketch's thighs for a moment, pressing in. Ketch groaned, going up on the tips of her toes. Evie pulled her hand out a short moment ter, holding the slickened fingers to the light. "You want her tongue on you, don't you? That tingling venom you told us so much about, right? So why don't you have her between your legs right now?"

  "I-isn't this supposed to b-be about her?" Ketch asked breathlessly, still squirming. "I'm training her. Teaching her."

  Evie's grip tightened on Ketch's body, drawing her in closer, cws extending.

  "She doesn't matter," the feline hissed. "She's your pet. Your toy. The only purpose in her life is what you allow her to have. Without you, she's nothing. Now treat her like it."

  Hurlish's head spun, heat fring in her core. Evie's tail was shing hard, her ears bent back. She was angry. Angry that Ketch had the gall to consider what Noctie wanted, that the little azarketi was being anything less than a selfish, demanding brute.

  Gods, I got so fucking lucky.

  With a final deep breath, Ketch suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Noctie by the back of her head. She threw her hips forward, smming them into the vampire's face, and huffed out one word.

  "Lick."

  Noctie's mouth fell open with a muffled whine of delight, running the ft of her tongue along Ketch's slit. Hurlish felt her own pussy throb in sympathy, and she brought a hand down to rub at her clit. Evie stayed glued onto Ketch, looking down on Noctie from over the woman's shoulder, so Hurlish was left to her own devices.

  She didn't st long. The sight of Ketch grinding her pussy into the vampire's face, urged on by Evie's demented whispers, was too much.

  Hurlish stomped up to the bed snagged one of Sara's legs, dragging her close. Sara rasped in delight, lips forming words that Hurlish didn't bother to interpret.

  "Tap me if you need air," she said, just before she snagged the colr and used it to shove Sara's face into her core.

  The first stroke of Sara's tongue against her lips sent Hurlish's knees wobbling. She let out a groan, rolling her neck, and tightened her grip around Sara's neck. She watched her wife's cock jump as she felt the pressure around her throat, accompanied by a buzz against her pussy as Sara moaned. The sight of that massive cock, just sitting out in the open air, sticky with Hurlish's own arousal, almost tempted her into mounting it then and there.

  But she didn't, because she knew if she did, she'd never be able to pay attention to the others.

  Ketch's legs were beginning to give out as the vampire's venom was sthered against her skin with every swipe of her tongue. Evie guided her to the floor, keeping Ketch from falling onto her back, letting the azarketi's head rest against her breasts. Evie began to stroke her chest, circling her dark blue nipples with a finger, only occasionally nipping in for a quick pinch that had Ketch twisting in delight.

  And all the while, she kept whispering to Ketch.

  "Doesn't it feel so good to have her serve you?" She purred. "Look at her. Look at her, Ketch. She's desperate. Desperate for you."

  Ketch shuddered. Noctie had followed her Owner down to the floor, lying on her stomach, ensuring her tongue stayed firmly on Ketch's sopping sex. Her tight little maid skirt had risen up, exposing her pale ass, with her panties still hanging loosely around her knees. The vampire was grinding her hips against the floor, instinctively trying to find an angle to provide some kind of friction against her doubtlessly soaked sex. She never removed her hands from Ketch's hips though, not even for a moment. And she never stopped staring up at her Owner with those puppy eyes, waiting for her next order.

  "You could keep her like this forever, you know. She'd never get tired of it." Evie nipped at Ketch's ear, prompting a gasp from the girl. "She still thinks she's something, you know. I can tell. She thinks she's doing this for her. For your blood. She thinks she's not really your pet."

  "B-but," Ketch tried to say between gasps, "sh-she keeps d-doing e-everything I-I say-"

  "So?" Evie interrupted. "The bitch convinced herself she's tricked you. She thinks that the moment she doesn't need your blood, she'll leave. That you're just a means to an end, a tasty little treat."

  Evie reached down, over Ketch's body, and put a tender hand on Noctie's cheek. The smile the feline wore was a deep, predatory grin.

  "So break her, Ketch," Evie whispered. "Take who she is, and shatter it. It won't be hard. She's so, so weak. Can you do that, Ketch? Now?" Evie giggled drunkenly, a sound Hurlish couldn't remember ever hearing from the woman. "She's just a monster, Ketch. Another stupid, worthless little bloodsucking noble. Just like I was. I want to see the moment she gives in. The moment she becomes nothing more than your worthless, useless slut. I want to see the light in her eyes die."

  Dimly, Hurlish registered the thought that this was something she would have to discuss with Evie after they were done tonight. She didn't spend much time on that thought, though, because seeing her wife dragging two women into utter depravity had her orgasm rushing up on her like a goddamn tsunami.

  Hurlish bent over as Sara's tongue shoved deep into her core, pressing as deep as it could reach. Her nose was pressed against her clit, wiggling back and forth, and it sent lightning through her veins. Her eyes snapped wide open as a keening moan fell from her lips, hips jerking, dragging Sara's face across her pussy, and all the while, she watched the three women lying on her bedroom floor.

  The whites of Noctie's eyes were peeled open, staring at Evie, petrified to be so thoroughly seen through. That only sted until Ketch's hips bucked, spurred on by Evie's words, and the vampire found her face being buried in Ketch's cunt. The tiny girl threw her legs around Noctie's neck, shoving her in, and the vampire's sharp inhale did nothing more than fill her nose with the scent of Ketch's body.

  Noctie's eyes fluttered, then rolled back into her head. She pressed herself forward, curling her tongue to reach as far into Ketch as she could. Ketch began to writhe, crying out, and the sudden flood of arousal that came with her orgasm affected Noctie like Sara's cum did Evie, drowning whatever thoughts the vampire had left. She began to feverishly lick and suckle, swallowing as much as she could of Ketch's juices, like it was nectar from the gods themselves.

  Evie kept up a quiet chant in Ketch's ear, simply the word "Yes," hissed over and over again, anger and profound arousal warring in her tone the entire while. She reached a hand down to rub furiously at Ketch's clit, driving the girl's orgasm higher, and that same motion was mirrored by Sara, who continued to draw out Hurlish's explosive climax. Her vision began to turn gray at the edges, focus wavering, and she lost track of time.

  When Hurlish finally came to, it was with Sara still clenched between her thighs, frantically patting at her leg. It took a few seconds for Hurlish to get her muscles unclenched, freeing the ruined face of her wife. Sara gasped for air, then began to cough, drops of Hurlish's slick spraying from her lips. She was covered in it, strands of hair stuck to her face.

  "Good girl," Hurlish breathed as she wobbled backward, nearly losing her bance. She grabbed the bed for stability, legs still trembling. "Very good girl," she said again, giving Sara's head a pat.

  Her wife, still bound the colr, could only groan her pleasure at receiving the praise.

  "See?" Hurlish heard Evie saying. "Isn't that so much better? To know your pce?"

  Hurlish looked over, finding the feline speaking not to Ketch, who y on the floor in a daze, but to Noctie, who still had her lips between her Owner's legs. The vampire looked like she wanted to lift herself up to respond, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. Evie continued to purr at her, stroking her hair in a tender, almost loving fashion.

  "You know it's true, don't you? It's better to live for someone else. To give everything to her. She's everything you need, isn't she? No decisions. No hunger. Just her body, her orders. You never have to worry about anything again."

  Noctie whined into Ketch's pussy, trying to lift her head away. Her tongue had been off the azarketi's lips for a half second before she fell back down, finding herself unwilling to be away from the taste for long enough to speak.

  At the momentary pse in the vampire's attention, Ketch finally managed to come to her senses. She lifted herself up on her elbows, watching the two women speak.

  "I know it might be scary," Evie purred, "but it's worth it, I promise you. You're a vampire. A monster. If you leave her, you'll be hunted. Killed. And you'll deserve it. Deep down, I think you know that. But here? Beneath her?" Evie leaned closer, whispering so quietly Hurlish barely caught the words. "You'll be a safe, happy little pet."

  Noctie whimpered.

  Like a dog.

  Ketch sat up further, reaching over to grab the knife she'd dropped. Once more, she put it to the tip of her finger, holding it over Noctie's head. The vampire stared up at it, still licking.

  "Is that true, Noctie?" Ketch asked, voice still quavering from her orgasm. "Did you think you were going to run away? To go back to hurting people? Don't lie to me, now."

  Hesitantly, reluctantly, the vampire nodded.

  "That's not what good girls do, Noctie."

  Ketch pressed the knife into the pad of her finger, drawing the slightest bit of blood. Noctie whined.

  "You can't even help it, can you?" Ketch breathed. The realization seemed to stir something in her. Her voice strengthened, growing firmer. "You really can't stop yourself. You need it, don't you?"

  Noctie watched the drop of blood roll down Ketch's finger. It hit the first crease of her knuckle, pooled for a moment, then rolled down further, towards her palm.

  Noctie shook, her entire body trembling, and nodded.

  "Open your mouth."

  Noctie lifted up off of Ketch's pussy and, to Hurlish's surprise, rolled onto her back. She kept her hands down at her side as she opened her mouth wide, tongue lolling out. She didn't leap up, or try to seize the blood. She id there, panting hard.

  Hurlish wasn't sure what she'd expected. She thought Ketch might let the blood drip into Noctie's mouth, drip-feeding her like a caged animal. That certainly seemed like what Evie was aiming for. The ultimate debasement, forcing the vampire to realize just how far beneath Ketch she really was.

  But Ketch seemed to know something she didn't. Whether she caught something in the vampire's eye Hurlish hadn't, or if Sellie whispered it to her, or if it was just pure instinct, she did something different.

  She pushed her bloodied finger onto Noctie's tongue, pressing it to the back of her mouth, and whispered a single order.

  "Suck."

  Noctie's eyes peeled back as the blood hit her tongue. Her back arched as she balled her fists, pounding the floor with a pitiful cry that soon turned into a sob of profound, muffled relief. Her eyes watered as the orgasm roared through her, twisting from side to side, hips grinding against the empty air, fingers and toes curling and clenching in spasmodic delight.

  "There we go," Evie whispered, stroking the vampire's cheek. "Don't worry. Give into it. You'll be so much happier."

  Noctie choked back another keening sob, nodding hard, even while she kept suckling at Ketch's finger like a newborn babe. The noises that she made were plentiful, high-pitched and drawn out, continuing until there was barely enough air in her lungs to move at all.

  The vampire suddenly colpsed back onto the floor, spent. She never released Ketch's finger, still licking and swallowing, but it was taking all of her energy to manage even that.

  Her eyes, Hurlish saw, were dull and empty. Lost to arousal, to the taste of Ketch. And it didn't look like they'd ever come back.

  "Such a good girl," Ketch murmured, speaking for the first time in what seemed a very long time. Hurlish could see the way the vampire's venom was rushing through her, building a high in her that left her body loose and needy, but the azarketi didn't slump down. With what looked like a great deal of effort, she reached out to pet Noctie's hair, smiling at her. "Such a good, good girl. We'll take care of you, okay? I promise."

  Noctie nodded, tears of joy still budding at the corner of her eyes. She blinked several times, slowly, and on the st blink, her eyes didn't open again. Ketch slowly slipped her finger out of the vampire's mouth, leaving a streak of blood across her lips.

  The spell was broken by an absolutely heart-wrenching, animalistic whine from behind Hurlish. She turned around to see Sara, still pinned to the bed by her order, consumed by the throes of a very odd mixture of absolute need and profound irritation.

  "Honestly, I'm shocked you haven't torn that colr off by now."

  The look Sara shot her said she had been very much considering it. Hurlish chuckled, walking over to where Ketch and Noctie y. She grabbed the vampire by the scruff of her neck, peeling her limp body off the floor. Evie rose to follow, while Ketch watched with mild interest, too lost in her venomous high to even consider standing.

  "Noctie?" Hurlish dropped her onto the bed next to Sara, dragging the immobilized woman over. She grabbed Sara's cock, all twelve of its thick inches, and spped it onto the vampire's face. "You've been a good girl. And I got a treat for you. Open wide."

  Noctie's eyes fluttered open. She reached a hand up, feeling at the cock which was pressing into her cheek, the head creating a dimple beneath her high cheekbones. She grabbed it, opening her mouth zily, following orders as best she could.

  Then, at the first bit of stimution in a very long time, Sara's cock dribbled out just the slightest bit of pre-cum. At the same moment, Noctie happened to inhale through her nose.

  Her eyes shot open. She seized Sara's cock hard enough to make the woman throw her hips up, then pressed her lips to take in the taste.

  What happened next was very confusing, and involved a lot of different people talking over each other.

  "Ah shit, that's not good." Hurlish cursed, reaching out to grab the vampire.

  "I think she is seizing," Evie said.

  "Noctie? Noctie, are you alright?"

  The moment the vampire's tongue had touched Sara's cock, she'd colpsed in on herself, folding her own body like undry, and begun to shake uncontrolbly. Hurlish peeled the vampire's hand off Sara's cock first, because she did not want that work of art getting hurt, then rolled the vampire over on her back. Evie darted to the other side of the room to grab a health potion, which Hurlish wasn't sure would even work on a vampire, and all the while Sara continued to make her little huffing groans, like she was talking through a gag.

  As abruptly as it had begun, the vampire's fit stopped. In nearly the same moment, Sara finally deigned to yank the lock off her colr, tossing it to the floor with a gasp.

  "She's not seizing," Sara said.

  "More!" Noctie cried, throwing herself forward.

  Sara scrambled back on the bed, hugging her cock to her stomach in a very comical fashion. Noctie crawled after her, wobbling drunkenly, repeating the word over and over again.

  "More, more, more, moooore!"

  "Oh, no. No you don't," Sara said, fending the woman off with a foot. "Those fucking fangs aren't getting anywhere near my dick."

  "Do you need help, Master?"

  "I need to get my goddamn rocks off is what I need," she snapped, beginning to jerk herself off even as she kept kicking away Noctie's drunken lunges for her cock. "Turn around already and I'll fuck you, you goddamn vampire," Sara snapped. "Come on, you can understand that much. You want my dick that bad? Show me your ass."

  "Yyeeessssh," Noctie moaned, smming her head into the mattress. She said other things after that, but Hurlish couldn't hear them through the sound of her shuffling across the sheets, dispying herself for Sara without the slightest hint of shame.

  "Fucking keep me waiting for four goddamn hours," Sara breathed, throwing herself forward to take Noctie by the hips, "dangle a hot-ass piece of vampire maid in front of me, don't even jerk me off or anything..." She threw Noctie's skirt up, then shoved her legs apart, bearing the vampire's needy pussy to the open air. "I swear, I'm gonna get all of you back for this, I fucking swear it– fuck!"

  Sara's tirade was cut off as she shoved her cock into Noctie's sopping wetness, which visibly clenched around her in a shockingly powerful orgasm. Sara wasted no time in beginning to thrust, nor did she allow the vampire any time to adjust to the absolutely absurd size of her cock. She simply threw herself forward to the hilt in an instant, all but growling out her need.

  Not that it mattered. Noctie was frozen in pce from the very moment Sara entered her, clenching the sheets so hard she was tearing through the mattress. The only reason she could even keep her ass in the air was in anticipation for her cum, and after four hours of Hurlish edging Sara, the she didn't have long to wait.

  Sara thrust once, twice, thrice, and then with a final, guttural groan, a fourth time, dragging Noctie's hips down to sp against her pelvis. Her stomach clenched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm consumed her, and the sight of the base of her cock pulsing with every pump stirred a deep, primal jealousy in Hurlish.

  Goddammit. I worked so fucking hard for that.

  It was too te now, though. Noctie's body went entirely still as Sara's hips gave the tiniest little twitches, fingernails digging trenches in the vampire's ass as she shoved herself deeper, deeper, trying to get as much of herself inside as possible. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her cock jumping over and over again, a dozen times or more, and every pump just poured more cum into the vampire. If it wasn't for the innumerable orgasms Hurlish had gotten over the st few hours, she would've been furious. It was literally pouring out onto the sheets. That was everything Hurlish had ever dreamed of.

  Guess that's what I get for being greedy.

  Finally, after what may have been literal minutes of orgasm, Sara colpsed. She fell backward, cock slipping out into the empty air, followed by a torrent of cum.

  Noctie was still frozen in the exact same position, face shoved into the bed. Curious, Hurlish reached over and gave the vampire a shove.

  She colpsed onto her side, half her body hanging off the bed, a dumb smile on her face. Her weight shifted, she slowly began to slide off the bed, until she thumped bonelessly to the floor, expression unchanged.

  Hurlish leaned over, eyebrows raised.

  "She's not breathing. Is that... okay?"

  "She doesn't need breath, other than to talk," Ketch expined wearily. She'd sat up from the floor, but her eyes were still lidded.

  "You sure? Evie, what do you-" Hurlish stopped. Evie wasn't over by Ketch anymore. The potion she'd grabbed was discarded on the floor. "Evie? Where'd you-"

  She was answered by a sudden gasp from Sara. Hurlish turned around, finding exactly what she'd expected.

  Evie was id across the bed at an angle, making sure as much of her body was covered in Sara's sticky white cum as possible, her head bobbing over Sara's cock. The Champion of Amarat was groaning, making a feeble, half-hearted effort to shove her wife off her sensitive member, but it wasn't any use. Evie's eyes were closed in a religious trance, her entire body rolling against the cum-soaked sheets.

  "Well. They're probably gonna take a while. Why don't you make sure-"

  Hurlish looked back at Ketch, only to catch the woman halfway to the bed, mouth already hanging open. She froze like a deer in the brush, staring at Hurlish.

  "I-I know. I'm supposed to be, uh, a dominant right now, right? For Noctie?"

  "Are you one?"

  "...no."

  "Yeah. But you put on a good show. I'll let you suck my wife off."

  "Thank you," Ketch breathed, sincere as could be. She joined Evie on the bed, running her tongue up and down the unoccupied side of Sara's cock with a moan.

  Hurlish stumbled around the bed, wobbly-legged, and sat down in a chair that let her watch all the women involved. Noctie was still comatose, eyes open and staring at nothing, and before long, Evie and Ketch's hands had started to wander while they sucked Sara's cock, dipping between the other's legs.

  "We shoooould... uh..." Sara sighed, resting her hands on the women's heads. "Should probably teach you about... like... aftercare..."

  "Noctie's still passed out," Hurlish informed her.

  "Ohthankgod," Sara breathed, shoving Ketch down on her cock. The woman choked in shock, throat spasming as tears formed in her eyes, and looked profoundly grateful for it.

  Goddamn pregnancy, Hurlish thought as her eyes began to drift closed. Too tired to fuck. Can't wait 'till I can... get knocked up... again...

  Unnoticed by the rest of the room's occupants, Hurlish began to snore.