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

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 7 - Bonfires & Baptists

... in the flesh.

I lift off slightly, turning to kiss at my Kitten’s cheek and neck, then I return to inspect the nipple I assaulted. Still winking, but red and puffy and sticking out a bit more. Grace squirms under us again, muffled voice weakly trying to call for help. In response, Eva lifts up and starts digging the tip of a claw into the inverted nipple. She pokes around painfully, and gets her face right down in front of Grace, eye to eye, whispering, “Shhh! Keep it up and you’ll regret it!” Clearly implying she’ll stab her claw right in. The girl’s blue eyes quiver and fill with tears, but she quiets down.

Eva sits upright, gazing down contently. Grace’s head still propped in her lap, with me straddled over the helpless girl. My daughter runs her fingers through my hair, purring as she watches her daddy work across the little Baptist’s chest, licking and lapping. It’s a bit salty as I slurp down under the crack of her under-boob. But still clean. A subtle purity to every part of her body so far. That citrus smell, even in this clammy, stuffy area that never sees daylight.

Eva yanks at Grace’s arm as she watches me move up the side of the breast, tasting my way across the delicate skin. Then up into the girl’s armpit. A few stubbly hairs, and a bit of gross deodorant, but otherwise clean and girly like the rest of her. I suck and lick at the tender spot. Grace squirms again in complete humiliation, but quickly goes still for fear of Eva’s punishment. Submits to ...

... the filthy feeling of my mouth violating such a private area.

Barely sour, barely a foul taste or smell even in such a lewd spot. This girl just oozes an innate sensuality. Her body seemingly incapable of anything unpleasant. But we’ll see if that remains true as I explore every other inch of her.

I stand up and stroke my cock again, allowing Eva to continue unwrapping our little present. My Kitten decides to drop forward into 69 position over the girl, Grace’s blonde hair flopping down into the mud below. I pace around, enjoying the sight of my daughter taking what she pleases. Skater-girl black and white sneakers on her feet straddled over the girl. Her black hoodie and dark jeans hugging tightly to her sexy little curves. Her butt plants itself down onto Grace’s face, making the half-conscious girl turn away in disgust, glasses falling off on the ground, blue eyes darting around in horror.

Eva then starts bunching the dark green skirt up out of the way, unveiling gray leggings. Thick and warm for the season. They look like soft yoga pants that many girls might wear by themselves, but I’m sure this is considered a very intimate undergarment for a Christian like Grace. Never meant to be seen like this. And she never intended them to accent her voluptuous legs and hips like this, but they do, wonderfully hugging her thick thighs.

Without a second thought, Eva presses her face down into the girl’s crotch, inhaling and rubbing around exactly how her daddy would. One ...