Chapter 179

~~Beatrice~~

They had more sex. A lot of sex. A lot, lot, lot of sex. They spent multiple weeks in bed, pretty much only getting up and out when they needed a bite to eat.

Part of Triss thought maybe Sándor would reveal a more forward and open personality when he got comfortable. And he did get comfortable with them. But, nope, the man was just a quiet, reserved, stoic dude, right down to his soul. Which made every conversation with him a strange delight, because she — Jen, too — managed to pull smiles and chuckles out of him semi frequently. And with a guy like Sándor, semi frequently was a lot. It was a fun game, seeing if they could get past his shell, and they were getting better at it.

His reserved nature changed when you got an instrument in his hands. Some people were just like that. They opened up when they had the avenue to do so, and Sándor opened up like a nerd talking about his favorite topic. He talked about music, and then rode that momentum to talk about other stuff.

It felt like a normal relationship, which was really fucking weird considering their history, who he was, who she was, and the second girl in the bed with them. But, something about hanging out with Sándor and just talking about shit felt perfectly, oddly normal.

Where was the drama? Was she too old for drama? Was he? A small part of her wanted some drama, the part of her that was actually kinda interested in sparkling vampires who stalked high school girls. A much larger part of her was so fucking god damn glad she didn’t have any of that shit to worry about.

Like, right now. She was in bed with her boyfriend and girlfriend, getting spooned by Sándor, and melting back into his chest to feel the hard muscles against her. Jen was sitting on the foot of the bed, looking at the TV Sándor had in his bedroom, and looking through the streamer app for something to watch. All three of them were naked.

Cuddling. She was cuddling with Sándor. It’d taken a while to get to this point. Sex was the easy part, but it’d taken a couple weeks before either of them felt comfortable holding hands, let alone cuddling. That was where shit could get real intimate, and the both of them were terrified of that.

But, again, like trying on clothes that fit perfectly, she fell into a groove with Sándor that left her fucking speechless, and him too. They just ... got along, intellectually, and emotionally. No need for a big dramatic argument to break down some emotional wall between them. It just fit right. And it was fucking weird, but god damn exhilarating.

She was cuddling with a man again, a great man, and it felt wonderful.

“Nope,” Triss said, waving a hand at Jen. “Nope. Nope. Nope.”

After a heavy groan, Jen threw her a heavier glare.

“Pick something!” She got back to flicking between the options of shit to watch.

“Nope. Nope. No—wait, go back. Um ... nope. Nope. Nope.”

Sándor chuckled, and slipped an arm around her chest. Surprisingly he didn’t need to be invited this time, and he cupped her lower breast with a gentle squeeze while his index finger teased her nipple piercing.

Jen snapped her head around to yell at Triss some more, but when she saw what Sándor was up to, she put the controller aside and crawled over to them. And Jen wouldn’t crawl anywhere unless she did it cat style, back arched and huge breasts swaying underneath her. She got on top of them, both of them, and let gravity pull her down until she was between them.

“Selfish bitch,” Triss said.

“Mhmm.” Nodding and grinning like, again, a fucking evil cat, she put her back to Sándor instead, and guided his hand to do to her what he’d been doing to Triss.

Honestly, Triss couldn’t blame her. She turned around, rested on her other shoulder, and watched as Sándor was helpless to resist gently massaging the breast that filled and overflowed his hand.

“Find Aaron yet?” Triss asked. Much as she kept telling herself there was nothing to worry about anymore and that they could relax, the Aaron puzzle itched at her.

Sándor looked over Jen’s shoulder, shook his head at Triss, and leaned down to kiss Jen’s neck. Wow, he was feeling bold. No matter how many times they fucked, it was clear Sándor was never going to get used to their weird threesome relationship, at least not completely. He must have been in a playful mood.

Jen grinned at Triss, sharing the same thought. She nudged herself back into Sándor, and encouraged the man to continue.

Triss had full plans to ruin Jen’s fun, but not just yet. Instead, she put a hand on Jen’s other breast, and joined Sándor in the miracle that was playing with a big tit.

“I think you’re fine,” Jen said. “He’s not going to try and hurt you.”

“Yeah, not with all these blood door rituals I’ve been setting up.” No way she went to sleep at day anymore without one. Aaron could have a thrall or ghoul around, waiting to storm into her home and set her on fire while she slept. It was why she and Jen had found a new place to sleep during the day, a cozy little hole in the ground — literally — that no one else knew about. Maybe they’d start sleeping at Sándor’s place, but it wasn’t entirely safe either. No building was.

“Stop worrying.” Jen grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her in for a quick kiss. “Aaron’s not going to do anything.”

“Says you.”

“I knew him longer than you.”

“I don’t think any of us really knew him, except Jacob,” Triss said.

“Maybe, but Othello knew him for a long time, too.”

“Othello is—”

“A moron, yes, but he’s also a good reader of people. He’s like a ... golden retriever.”

Triss choked on a laugh. “I guess.” She glanced past Jen to Sándor, but he just shrugged slightly. Dude was ancient and patient and all sorts of mature and wise, but not a people person. He’d probably be good at poker, not because he could read people, but because he could make himself unreadable.

“Well, I’m still gonna sleep in our little cubby-hole with a blood door set up, until we at least find out what happened to him,” Triss said.

“Smart,” Sándor said. “But there is another place you could sleep.”

“Yeah?” Triss asked.

“My lair.”

“Your la—ooh.” She nodded slowly as she came in closer, until her body was pressed to Jen’s. “Is that safe?” Much as she was cool with the idea of sleeping in Sándor’s badass, if super old and dirty, nightmare castle, they hadn’t done anything involving his Horror. Anything, not even visited for a chat. Not because they were afraid to, even though they kinda were, but because they were enjoying being in the physical world and fucking all night and enjoying the softness of modern beds. Talking with him while he was merged with his Horror was on the to-do list.

“It takes a long time before my hunger becomes an issue. Months, thanks to Azamel’s help.”

“Awesome. Because, yeah, the lair would be a great place. Aaron’s got no way in there unless he convinces Athalia or Fiona to help him, or if Mark’s still alive.”

Uh oh, she said the M word. Sándor sighed as he looked down, and his massaging hand went still.

“He’s not.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, man.” Fuck, mood ruined. She let go of Jen, and Jen turned over to press her back into Triss instead. They’d both gotten used to reading his vibes, subtle as they were, and much as the dude had a horny side they’d been playing with nonstop for weeks now, he also had a really heavy somber side. Case in point, just mentioning Mark was enough to have his thoughts probably spiraling down into a bit of guilt and shit.

There wasn’t any point in telling him it wasn’t his fault. Mark wasn’t his responsibility, even if Azamel told him he was. The dude pulled an Aaron, and decided to help Jacob try to end the fucking world. No fucking way that was Sándor’s fault, and he knew it. But it was just the kind of guy he was.

Different, and yet, kinda similar to Julias.

“I texted Jack earlier,” Jen said, saving the day with a topic change. “I thought we’d visit, before we left permanent ass impressions in this bed.” Before Sándor could respond, she gave him a small pat on the shoulder. “Not you. Just us girls.”

To most, that’d probably have sounded almost mean. But Sándor gave one of those tiny smiles before nodding, leaning in, and giving Jen a quick kiss. He was relieved.

“When do you leave?” he asked.

“Thinking thirty minutes?” Jen said.

Sándor nodded, and surprising them both, slid across the bed even closer, until his chest pressed to Jen’s, and he leaned over her to kiss Triss, too. Wow, he bounced back a million times faster than he would have a few months ago.

“Time for a quickie?” Triss asked, and she Blushed Life. Sándor’s small grin and nod confirmed.

“New position?” Jen said, Blushing too.

“There are more?” he asked.

The girls laughed.

The visit to Jack’s was short-lived. He’d intended on hanging out, but Ann and Elaine had dropped by, with Ashley and Julee, and the lot of them were having sex, thralls included, when Triss and Jen arrived. In the lobby. He’d apologized, but Triss and Jen just laughed, shrugged it off, and decided to go eat.

Seeing Veronica answer the door, clearly by order, with a ridiculous old maid outfit on and her tits completely hanging out, had been pretty awesome.

“I want a taste,” Jen said, mind clearly on food after witnessing that. “Of Sándor I mean, not ghouls or thralls. Think he’ll let us, yet?”

Ah, this topic. Drinking of the Begotten. Jen and Triss had talked about it with each other, but hadn’t brought it up with their boyfriend yet. Weird topic. Potentially sensitive topic.

“Yeah, so do I. But I dunno. I mean, we’re getting along so well, right? Like ... really, really well. I’m afraid to rock the boat.”

Groaning, Jen shook her head as she started up the stairs. Bloodlust, tried and true, a place any vampire could go if they wanted an easy meal, save for a Nosferatu. But Triss was getting better and better at Obfuscate, at a record pace at that, and she felt comfortable hanging out around the kine now. Face in the Crowd meant they’d basically ignore her, and as long as she was careful about the lighting, and using Jen’s boobs as a distraction, she could convince them to let her get close enough to Kiss them.

Except, she didn’t want to Kiss some random kine. She wanted to Kiss Sándor. She wanted to feel his warm blood filling her up, as his cum filled her up. She wanted to squeeze and hold onto him with her legs, latch onto him like a fucking animal, and sink her teeth into his neck. She wanted to feel his her breasts squished against his hard chest as his monster blood warmed her.

“I think we should just ask,” Jen said, taking the final step up onto the second floor of Bloodlust, where all the vamps liked to hang out. “You said so yourself, Margaret told you to be pushy with him. He’d appreciate it.”

“She meant about romance and shit, Jen. Not like she ever drank him.”

“Not his blood, anyway.”

Triss rolled her eyes, but yeah, Jen’s stupid joke managed to make her laugh a bit.

Jen wore a skimpy black dress, and Triss wore some black jeans and a tiny black tank top. Like, super tiny. She didn’t have any intention of sleeping with anyone except Sándor, but when it came to hunting kine, seeing a girl’s nipples point out against her shirt was the best bait.

“Okay,” Jen said. “How about, we get a small drink here, maybe one kine between the two of us, and then we go back to Sándor and talk about it? Maybe even ... talk about it while he’s transformed?”

“Oh is that what this is about? You want a piece of the gargoyle.”

“Are you telling me you don’t?”

Triss grinned as she leaned in and kissed Jen on the neck. “You know that gargoyle side of him is dangerous as fuck, right?”

“And you know that only makes it better.”

“You’re like a kid with his dad’s gun.”

“You—” Jen stopped, and looked into the shadows toward the back of the second floor. In one of the booths, there was movement. A couple, having a good time. And judging by how quickly Jen decided to stroll on over there, it was people they knew.

Sure enough, Triss recognized the couple once they were closer. That, was Damien, and Fiona.

With zero hesitation, Jen slid into the booth on one side, Triss the other, and the two lovers going at it eventually stopped once they realized they had company.

“Hi,” Jen said, and she licked her lips as she looked at Fiona.

The redhead sat on Damien’s lap facing away from him, her stomach almost hitting the booth table. Big booths, lots of room, designed for fucking, and Kissing. Her giant tits rested on the table, literally, jiggling lightly as Damien fucked her, grinding her on his lap with his grip on her hips. Or, had been fucking her. He slowly removed his grip from the smiling ginger, and set them on Fiona’s legs under the table instead as he squinted at the two visiting vampires. Fiona was completely naked, and Damien’s shirt was undone and pants pulled down.

Jen and Triss blinked as they met his eyes. He looked hungry. Not for blood, but for sex, in a very obvious, aggressive way that was very not Damien.

“Hi,” Triss said eventually as she took a little more time than necessary to admire the huge mountains of soft pillowy goodness sitting on the table. Jen had large breasts, but Fiona was something else.

“Hi,” Fiona said, blushing. Not embarrassed, but coming down from an orgasm high.

“Hello Damien,” Jen said, and she slid in closer, until she was almost shoulder to shoulder with the now clearly uncomfortable Mekhet. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I was.”

“Come now, don’t be like that. If you’re going to make love to your girlfriend in a public place, you must be willing to accept a little company.”

“Yeah!” Fiona said, giggling, and she half turned to lean in toward Jen. “You could—”

Damien slipped his hand around her throat, and pinned her back to his chest. The little ginger girl melted instantly, and her arms went limp as Damien put just the right amount of pressure on her to make her face go a little red, and her body quiver. Yeah, this girl was on a hair trigger and ready to cum her brains out the moment her tall emo vampire boyfriend did anything to her. How much of that was from being post Kiss, or just good sex, Triss didn’t know.

“It was Fiona’s idea,” he said, making sure to frown at both newcomers some more. Though, he didn’t push Fiona off him or anything, or even try and cover up her tits. He just held her against him, putting her wriggling on display, complete with some delicious choking he’d obviously mastered because the girl was balancing on that edge of asphyxiation and cumming her brains out.

And he had taken a drink. They could smell the blood. Perfect time to get some questions answered.

Triss smirked as she slid in a bit closer. “You drank her, right? Got all that Begotten blood in you?”

Damien rolled his eyes, but nodded as he let go of Fiona’s neck, and wrapped her in a gentle hug. She didn’t resist.

“Tell us,” Jen said.

“It’s amazing,” Fiona said, mewling as she cupped her breasts over Damien’s hugging arms, and massaged them and her big, swollen nipples. She did it more for the audience than herself.

“Not you,” Triss said, laughing. “Damien. We want some details. About what it’s like to drink a Begotten.”

“I—”

“You told us nothing last time,” Jen said, and she slipped in a little closer, until her leg nudged against his. “Same situation, remember? And last time you left us high and dry.”

“You wanted sex details.”

“Well, that too,” Triss said. “But right now, we want to know what it’s like to drink a Begotten from the only man doing it. Except, you know, Daniel, but not like he’d tell anyone shit.” Damn it, she couldn’t help but grin at him as she watched the girl squirm on his lap. On his cock. “It’s got you so out of your mind horny you can’t even stop Blushing Life if you wanted to, am I right?”

Damien rolled his eyes again, but a quiet mewl from Fiona gave him up. He was still inside her, probably hard as a rock, and Fiona was loving every minute of it. With weak arms barely able to stay up, she massaged her breasts some more, before lifting one up as she bent her neck and head down, so she could slip the big nipple into her mouth.

Triss and Jen stared at her, as she suckled on herself. Holy shit that was hot.

“You’ll go if I answer?” Damien said.

Both girls said nothing.

“Triss. Jen,” he said.

Slowly, Triss managed to tear her eyes away from Fiona, whose own eyes were closed as she continued. Jen leaned over the table and stared from only a foot away. Lost cause.

“Uh, yeah, we’ll go.”

After a slow nod, the tall, pretty boy vampire took Fiona by the hips, and turned her. She squeaked in surprise, but the ginger was utterly exhausted, and didn’t do a thing to resist him. He lifted one of her legs, got it up and over him, and once she was facing him, he used one hand to squeeze her tight to his chest in a hug. His other hand held her ass, hidden under the table, or it would have been hidden if Triss and Jen weren’t sitting so close. They could see the man knead her soft ass, and give it the occasional slap.

She wasn’t sure she needed details anymore. Damien was clearly hornier than he would ever normally get, and feeling confident, and aggressive, aggressive enough they could probably ask him to throw Fiona on the table and fuck her hard for a display, and he might just do it.

“It—”

Triss put up a hand and shook her head. “I think I can see.”

He grinned a little. Damien, grinning. He never grinned. The Begotten’s blood was doing some powerful shit to him.

Sure enough, right after his cocky grin, the man used both hands to slap Fiona’s ass cheeks, hard enough they could hear it over the music. Jen and Triss stared.

“That’s a ... strong effect,” Jen said, and she peeked in a bit closer so she could see down at their connection. She licked her lips.

Much as Jen was a fucking hornball, Triss trusted her. If Damien and Fiona both, right there, asked her to take a drink of Fiona, and fuck them, she’d say no. But damn did the girl love to tempt herself, and she made no effort to look away.

And Damien didn’t even try to hide it. He actually pushed Fiona back a bit so her back pressed to the table edge, and she pressed her elbows down against it behind her. Poor girl was barely awake, considering she was post Kiss, and making love to her boyfriend was obviously hard. But she was enjoying it, and really enjoying being the center of attention of a couple observers.

Her huge tits rippled like water balloons when Damien used both hands to slap her ass cheeks again, and the leaning-back ginger squeaked. He shifted his grip, grabbed her hips, and bounced her on his cock; Triss couldn’t help but take a peek down to see what that looked like. Dude was utterly drenched. But, much as seeing his big dick spread the tiny girl apart as he bounced her was hot, there was something so damn hypnotic about Fiona, her blushing face, her huge bouncing tits, and the way she tried to keep from falling over, elbows still on the table behind her, that Jen and Triss couldn’t look away from.

The ginger’s squeaks turned into weak little whimpers, and her elbows started to slip. Damien took her by the throat, stopped her from falling over, and choked the quivering little woman as she came all over him. A glanced down showed, yup, she was drenching his cock more, and a pretty copious amount of white stuff was leaking out along with her own juices.

Damien’s eyes were locked onto his girlfriend, and Jen and Triss shivered at the look on his face. That, was a very horny, possessive vampire. He didn’t even care that Jen and Triss were seeing every intimate detail as he pumped his trembling girlfriend full of cum. Dude was completely absorbed.

He let her neck go, pulled her in snug, gave her ass a few more hard slaps — probably felt amazing, pussy clenching on him mid orgasm like that — and bounced her up and down some more. Yeah, dude was totally gone.

Jen and Triss watched for a little longer, before they looked at each other, nodded, and headed back to Sándor’s place with a mission.

“Please?” Jennifer asked as she stepped into the apartment. She slipped out of her dress without so much as a hello, leaving Sándor dumbfounded and stepping back to give her room.

“Please what?” he said, eyes staring at her breasts for a second before he managed to rip them away to Triss.

“Please.” Triss said. She slipped out of her tiny tank top, kicked off her jeans, and Blushed Life. Instant hard nipples. “I mean, you can say no, if you want, but ... Jen and I are both really hungry, and we saw Damien with Fiona tonight, and...”

“Can we taste you?” Jen came closer, now in only a skimpy little thong, and pressed a hand against Sándor’s chest. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, so hilariously casual compared to the two girls coming at him.

Triss was down to nothing but her own thong too, less lace, more g-string than Jen’s, and she came up and pushed her chest into his, beside Jen’s. They really were bullying him, just burying the poor guy in tits and ass and begging for some of his blood. But hey, Margaret said bully him a bit, and holy fuck she needed a piece of what Damien had.

Sándor took a second to process what was happening, before he smiled, and sat down on his couch, leaving room on both sides of him.

Jen clapped and jumped onto the couch beside him, and Triss half-jumped onto the other.

“I’ve been Kissed before, a long long time ago,” he said.

“Sexually?” Jen asked, and she leaned in to put her lips to his neck.

“Not exactly, but it was ... very pleasant.”

“Well,” Triss said, putting one hand on his jeans and undoing the button and fly as she leaned in as well, “this is gonna be sexual.”

A second later she had his cock out, and Sándor sighed peacefully as he relaxed back on the couch, and—

“Wait,” he said.

Jen and Triss froze.

“Don’t wanna?” Triss asked.

“It’s not that, just ... I thought after talking about my lair ... maybe you’d want to ... after the Kiss, visit my lair ... and ... the gargoyle.”

The girls blinked at each other, and then their lover a few times.

“What?” Jen asked. “When we Kiss you, you’ll be pretty drained. I thought we’d make sure you came a couple times as we Kissed you, before Triss and I fucked each other while you watched.” And as if she’d just said something perfectly reasonable, she nodded at him and Triss expectantly.

Oh god, Triss laughed and gave Sándor a happy pat on the stomach.

“She does have a point,” she said. “Kinda hard to keep an erection when you lose a pint of blood.”

“Maybe, but ... this body and the Horror’s body are two different things.” He nodded as he leaned in, kissed Triss on the cheek, and then the same for Jen. “You can drink me, but, if you want, you can join me in my lair after, and we can ... perhaps...”

That, was an invitation to a night of monster sex. Triss gulped and shared a much more shaky glance with Jen, who did the same, her eyes lighting up and lips putting on a nervous smile. The idea of seducing Sándor until he ravaged them with his huge gargoyle half had seemed more like a fantasy than a reality. Now he was offering that possibility? That the girls come visit the giant gargoyle and get fucked? Get absolutely ... utterly ... ravaged?

Jen and Triss leaned in, pressed their breasts into the man, and sank their fangs into him.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. The blood hit her like a freight train, and she groaned into his neck as the thick liquid flowed down her throat and into her belly. The difference wasn’t slow or subtle, or hidden in the flavor or any shit like that. It bowled her over, and she melted into the man as the strange power of his blood sent tingling waves of ... something, through her. Something dark, and twisted, and hungry, and powerful, and exciting.

It’d been so damn long since she’d had alcohol, but this was like taking six shots, and instead of getting overwhelmed with a need to vomit, something came rushing up through her body that had her Beast singing. She groaned louder, drank harder, and hugged the man tight. More. She needed more. The Beast in her guts demanded more.

No fucking wonder Damien was so confident and aggressive with Fiona’s blood in his belly. The alcohol comparison only got more accurate as the blood spread out through her, and every thought she had was cut short and replaced with the most simple, absurd impulses. How the fuck had Damien even managed to speak? The only thoughts she could come up with now were: fuck, eat, and maybe fight.

She pulled her head away long enough to see her man’s stoic face looking ever so slightly not stoic, even a little pleasured. Not even Mister Gargoyle could resist the power of a Kiss double whammy. She looked to Jen, who pulled away too, and the two of them stared at each other, ready to pounce. Jen’s body was on fire, same as hers.

But she didn’t get to. The room went dark.

Sándor was crazy strong. Her Beast knew that, each time she was near the man. Just being around him was enough to feel overpowering, in a quiet kinda way, like standing in the presence of a cathedral. It didn’t make a sound, but you damn well knew the building was imposing, intimidating, grand, and ancient.

Sándor did a good job hiding that aspect of himself. Normally he was just a quiet dude, and now, someone she could kiss and hug and tease, and even bully a bit. Sometimes she straight up forgot the crazy shit he’d done in the past.

And then, bam, it was right in her face just how insanely powerful Sándor was. The other Begotten talked about how hard it was to open up paths into their lair, or out of their lair into any place that didn’t really jive with it. It was why they often did things in the dark, because most of them had dark places in their lair. But if Fiona wanted to open up a place to her jungle lair and she didn’t have any dark places, she’d have to find a forest or something. Even then she’d probably need to do it at night, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to do shit.

Sándor was strong enough to open up paths to his lair even with all the lights on, and when he did, Triss sucked in a quick breath under the sudden weight of his presence. Holy shit.

And then, she was there, in the lair. Her, and Jen, standing beside each other in the gigantic throne room. Sándor had dropped a blob of darkness right on them, and now that it was gone, they were surrounded by pillars, and the braziers on the walls and pillars alike went from dim, to bright, and brighter, fires growing within and lighting up the place for them. Did he have magic monster powers allowing him to control his lair, like a psychic connection or some shit? God damn. She gulped as the fires grew so large the flames poured out of their little gargoyle mouths and eyes, and she took a step back. Yeah, just because it was weird dreamland fire didn’t mean it wouldn’t turn her to ash if she touched it.

Jen touched her hand, and with familiarity, Triss slipped her fingers into it, and the two of them stepped out into the main hall of the giant castle. He hadn’t dropped them off in one of the hallways off to the sides, with the wooden walls and ceiling, old rooms for an old castle. This time, he’d skipped that part, and the two of them, tiny and borderline naked, were left standing in the colossal room of colossal pillars topped with colossal statues of the gargoyle.

It was like being dunked in a big bucket of cold water. Yeah, sure, they still had bellies full of blood, and her heart was now beating, pumping her full of fake life that had every bit of her tingling. But now it wasn’t only horny aroused. She had enough self awareness to know what was happening to her.

She was scared. Horny and scared. Fake adrenaline coursed through her, got her heart racing even faster, and before she knew it, she was breathing faster too as she looked around at the giant, life-sized gargoyle statues. One of those handsome fuckers was probably waiting on his throne right now, ready to scoop her up, and fuck her. And hopefully, not eat her.

Jen took a step forward, and Triss followed, quickly catching up so the two girls walked side by side. Slowly, they approached the giant throne in the distance.

“Um...” Jen leaned in to her and whispered. “I feel ... weird...”

“Drunk on Begotten blood and ready to pin and fuck Sándor?” she whispered back. The only reason she was even able to think straight, was the cold-water dunk getting yanked into Sándor’s lair had been.

“Yeah, but...”

“Fucking terrified, too?”

Jen gulped and nodded. And squirmed. Yep, getting scared was only making her hornier. She was one of those girls who got pretty randy after an intense roller coaster ride, and apparently, so was Triss.

It took will to not throw herself at Jen and fuck the girl right there. Something about the weird blood in her belly had her Beast roaring, and telling her to just give into her desires and hungers. Aggressively. But every time the urge flooded back up to her brain, she looked around at the scary-as-fuck nightmare chamber they were in, and the distant throne they were walking toward, no doubt with a giant gargoyle sitting on it. A gargoyle that’d almost done something horrible to them in the past. And yeah, that was water under the bridge, but still, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea?