Vampire Omicron: Chapter 7 - Bonfires & Baptists - Sex Stories

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 7 - Bonfires & Baptists

... big bubble escaping. Her strawberry-blonde hair no longer the elegant spirals they once were. Now brown and filthy under my hand holding her down.

Eva works her hand around, all five fingers about one knuckle deep. A trickle of dark red oozes out around the fingers, whether from a remaining hymen or just damage from the assault on the tight opening. Eva grins and leans her face back in to start lapping at the blood. I continue holding the suffocating girl down in the mud, my free hand shooting to my cock to begin pumping away.

Not wanting the fun to end, I lift Grace’s head up by the hair, letting her gasp for breath. She coughs and spews mud, but before she can fully recover, I smush her face right back down, allowing my daughter to continue without the bitch making too much noise.

Eva forces her hand the rest of the way, popping past the last knuckles in one violent punch. Grace squirms in absolute anguish, not ready for this treatment in the least. I hold her down, her body thrashing around in the mud. Thick butt jiggling lewdly, legs clenching in failed attempts to expel the intruder. And all the while, Eva licks and slurps at the delicious virgin blood seeping out.

One of my hands still holding Grace’s head down in the mud, my other reaches out and swiftly rips off the ruined panties still wrapped around her waist. Caked in mud, yellow with piss, shredded by Eva’s claws. I pull Grace’s head up by the hair again, just before she’s about to pass out from lack ...

... of oxygen. She coughs and gasps, the cloth around her mouth hanging down over her chin now. I wad up the filthy panties and shove them in her mouth. Then I refit the cloth gag tightly between her teeth again, to keep her underwear securely in place. Tears pour down her muddy cheeks as she’s forced to taste her own piss. It muffles her stupid voice a bit better.

But as Eva wriggles her hand around more, Grace becomes harder to keep quiet. Eva is almost wrist-deep, hand stretching the girl’s vagina to the point of breaking. Blood drips out profusely, my daughter greedily slurping it up, her hand smacking at Grace’s fat asscheeks. By the way the little Christian reacts, I can tell my Kitten is playing around in there, opening and closing her fist. Grace bucks and spasms from the insane torture. And her raspy squeals of pain become too annoying to contain. Eva and I make eye contact, together deciding without words that the time has come to sedate the girl some more.

Not seeing a mud-free spot on the girl within reach, I let Eva dirty her little mouth and take another bite. She clamps down hard on a buttcheek in front of her, eyes fluttering back in pleasure at the squishy feeling, the fresh blood. And I can tell my daughter’s tongue is swirling and savoring the dirty flesh in her mouth. She sucks for just a moment before Grace goes completely silent and limp.

“That’s enough, Kitten.” I pry Eva’s little face away from the girl’s ass before she gets too carried away, then ...