Let them find a balance with their captor, while we figure out something that doesn’t involve you dying.” “I could take her.” I said, hoping I sounded much more confident than I felt. “I’m sure you could,” Gloria smirked, clasping her gloved hand in mine, “she’s a seasoned killer with an untold body count, and you’re a farmer who shovels pig shit. I’m sure you would’ve done just fine.” “I should’ve left you in the street.” I grumbled as Gloria walked me back to her house. “Oh, you don’t mean that,” Gloria’s red eyes smiled suggestively at me, “not after I’ve shown you how grateful I am to you for saving my life. C’mon, my brave, fearsome, pig-shit-shoveling god; let’s go back to my place, and continue your training.” Gloria was stubborn, Gloria was condescending, and Gloria was anal certainly grateful. If my teachers in Towerhead lectured me like she did, I wouldn’t have needed Angela blonde to feed me test answers. “Mmm,” the vampire hummed delectably, her red lips pulling my nipple from my chest in a chorus of wet slurps, her crimson eyes smiling up at me, her pale form cast in the scarlet hue of her home’s torchlight, “focus, Your Holiness; what is it you want to create?” “Ah, shit,” I moaned as her cool fingers stroked my curved-back cock teen to new levels of arousal, causing it pulse in her soft hand, “I… uh… I want to make a fox.” “Ambitious,” Gloria grinned, displaying white fangs from the lush outline of her mouth, “picture it in your mind.” I tried, I really did, but it was damned hard to picture anything when my vision was filled with Gloria. Her luxuriantly-curled black hair was tossed to the side and tickling my ribs, her luscious, red lips were quirked beneath her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes, her pale, voluptuous body was pressed to mine, and her slit was leaking its desire against my trembling thigh. She had on a corset that barely contained her bulging bosom, and fishnet stockings that clung to her thighs so tightly, her succulent flesh was protruding from the netting. “Focus…” she hissed, one crimson eye closing in a knowing wink, “make me Hardcore a perfect, blowjob little fox, and I’ll let you do anything to me. You know I will; you know I’ll love it.” Goddamn it, I thought, desperately trying to remember what the fuck a fox even was, my mind was so preoccupied, bushy tail… orange fur… are they cats? No, they’re dogs. Pointed ears… white highlights… Angela stroking me, her breath on my lips, her breasts on my chest, her… “Am I distracting you?” Gloria smirked, her red tongue circling my nipple, and trailing lower. “Your fucking witchcraft is,” I groaned, “I would really like it if you un-fucked my mind.” “Having dirty thought about your sister, hmm?” Gloria chuckled, tongue sliding lower and lower, a trail of saliva sheening my abdomen, “Sorry, Your Holiness, but the change is permanent. You can pretend I’m her, if it helps.” She stood up and patted herself down with her napkin. As soon as she realized what she was looking at blonde Delia jumped from the sofa and tried to flee the room; “Delia! She hadn’t had sex in a anal few months, and hadn’t had a cock as big as his in a few years. Guess it’s gotta be Brian’s magic touch then, right?” I ask “Do you want Hardcore any pix or vids from blowjob this one mate?” Smita had a nice, circular and deep teen navel. I reach my maximum depth to hear Allison moan a large orgasmic moan. “If you when, you'll represent America.” She stuck out her tongue and started to lick her way slowly down her stomach. I looked down and watched her inner lips stretch with each withdrawal of my shaft.