Chapter 181

~~Author’s Note~~

And we’re done! There might be more MLV epilogue chapters in the distant future, exploring different ideas and stuff. But MLV is officially complete. Thanks for all the love.

This whole chapter is a big porn experiment and some mindless fun, something for the truly degenerate readers. Enjoy.

~~Jessy~~

Once Eric was out of the room, she looked back, winked at the old man, and lifted up her shirt and bra. The sparkle in his eyes was hilarious, and she laughed as she lightly jumped up and down a few times, showing off how fucking amazing her big tits were, before she slipped the clothes back on, gave him a thumbs up, and chased after his son.

“You didn’t just—”

“Personal business,” she said, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek as they stepped out of the retirement home. “Dude’s in great shape for his age. You must be happy.”

“I am. Not necessarily happy with how it happened, but happy.”

“It’s the power of tits. All men can be encouraged to become better, awesomer versions of themselves with the reward of tits.” Which was completely legit and a universal truth not nearly enough societies utilized.

It wasn’t actually the tits. It was her, showing Eric’s dad, that not only was his son in a new life that was awesome and full of good times, but that his could be awesome, too. Tits were the perfect metaphor.

“Uh huh.” Her handsome boyfriend rolled his eyes, and the two of them fell into a familiar rhythm on the Dolareido sidewalks. They were a ways out from the business center of the city, but they had nowhere to be. Nothing to stop them from just going on a fun stroll, which was fucking great and a nice change of pace. She had some heads to clonk later, some Carthian assholes being a pain in the ass for Vicky and Parker, but it’d be a few nights before it came to that.

“Tash and me are going to Bloodlust tonight. You in?” she asked.

“Who else is coming?”

“I didn’t say—”

“You didn’t say it, Jess, but I can see evil in your eyes.”

She covered her eyes with her palms, still facing her boyfriend.

“Tash and the boys are coming, duh.”

“And.”

“And ... Marge.”

“Uh huh.”

She lowered her hands and glared at him. Of course he was right, and was already down wind of her plans apparently, but she could still try.

“Hey, I think we deserve to hang out and have a fun time!”

“Fun time. Uh huh.”

“And that fun time will include alcohol for you and the boys, and Marge.”

“Uh huh.”

“And I’ll make sure Marge gets a deep Kiss. And, uh, maybe Tash will drink her a bit, too.”

“Uh huh. And will Marge be naked during this Kiss? Lying on our booth table? With a couple of your fingers inside her?”

She threw up her hands. “Dude I don’t know! I’m not a fortuneteller!”

“Uh huh.”

Laughing, she elbowed Eric gently, hooked her arm with his, and guided them toward her apartment. No need to explain, she needed better clothes for a trip to Bloodlust.

A question ran through her mind, and she was tempted to ignore it. She had sexy plans tonight, and it was a question that could easily derail that, ruin her fun, and leave her high and very dry. But it was important, and damn it, she loved Eric. Stupid love shit getting in the way.

“Ask your dad yet? About becoming a vampire, I mean.”

Eric nodded as he looked down, thinking.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“He ... laughed.”

“Well, I mean, becoming a vampire does sound like a joke to most sane people who think we don’t exist.”

“No. He laughed about the idea of living forever. He said, who in their right mind would want to live forever? He’s gonna enjoy life, but he’s also ready to move on, see Mom again, and ... yeah.”

“Wow. I ... shit.” She looked down too, and the two of them walked quietly for a bit. Yeah, that was a heavy topic, with a heavier response from his dad. Part of her regretted asking; no sexy times. A bigger part of her was happy she did. Eric wanted to talk about this, but in classic man fashion, didn’t really know how to broach the topic.

But even she didn’t want to touch the other topic that, unless she took a sunrise to the face or someone blew her head off with a shotgun, she was going to live forever. And he wasn’t. Sure, werewolves lived a long time. She had at least a hundred years of having Eric in her life before he got into that dangerous old category like his dad, if the other Uratha were any indication. But, fuck.

She slid her arm down from around his elbow, and slipped her fingers in between his. He squeezed her hand.

“But I’m not my dad,” he said eventually, and he kissed the side of her head. “He’s got that old man energy going, and will happily go on a ... merry stroll, I guess, when death comes for him. Not sure how he’s going to explain his new sex life to Mom when he dies, but, he’s looking forward to seeing her again.”

“But you don’t?”

“I look forward to seeing her again, but no, I don’t plan on dying any time soon.” He gave her hand another squeeze, slid it up, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I’m happy he’s happy. Really happy. That’s thanks to you.”

She grinned up at him. “You just gotta know how to talk to a man.”

“Evidently.” He kissed her forehead, smile returning. “Right, so, your place to get some clothes, right?”

Oh. Apparently sexy times weren’t out of the question. She loved her boyfriend.

~~♥♥♥~~

She swung open the door to Eric’s apartment, and the group laughed as they stumbled in. Tash and Jessy, the only two not shitfaced, because their seconds lives were cruel and insisted they could only drink blood, helped Marge in. Kat, oblivious of the dangers of drunk people’s feet, immediately attempted to kill them all by rubbing against their shins, and Jessy had to very gently slip a foot under the cat and nudge her aside.

Satisfied with her attempted murder, Kat took a perch on the windowsill in the back, and looked out into the city.

The boys and Eric followed in after. Getting them drunk hadn’t been easy, and they weren’t exactly drunk, just very tipsy, but even that had taken four times as much drink as it’d taken to turn Marge into a mess. The good kind of mess though, giggly and horny and with shit hand-eye coordination. One more drink would have pushed her over the edge into vomiting, and maybe sobbing territory. No good.

Eric had three couches in his big-as-fuck fancy living room lately. A three seater, two seater, and one seater, all pointed at each other; they moved them when they wanted to watch TV. So once everyone was in the apartment, she and Tash set Marge down on the chair, while Jessy sat down on the loveseat. Tash stepped aside so Eric could sit with Jessy, but before she got out of reach, Jessy snatched her best friend by the wrist and yanked her onto the loveseat with her instead.

“J-Jessy!”

“Ha.” Laughing, Jessy motioned for the boys to sit on the bigger couch. They did, stumbling slightly until Eric took the left arm, Art the right, Matt in the middle. “Have fun tonight, boys?”

“Yes ma’am,” Matt said, nodding enthusiastically. “Got to see plenty of skin!” He gestured to the three women.

Jessy wore a tiny black skirt with a high-hip thong, and a black tube top that threatened to fall off any minute. Tash wore a sleeveless club dress, a one-piece thing that stopped halfway down her thigh, covered her chest nice and snug, and left all of her back exposed. Blue, or sapphire, something like that, very pretty. Marge wore the same sort of dress as Tash, though it had more cleavage, with some cross straps exposing her sternum. Black.

“Plenty of skin,” Art said, nodding half as enthusiastically, but that was still plenty of enthusiasm.

Jessy caught Eric’s eye, and he laughed quietly as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said at last. “I admit, it was nice, dancing with a few lovely ladies.”

Tash beamed brightly. Jessy grinned. Marge managed a happy laugh, and waved a hand as if all the compliments had been for her. Then she got up.

“Marge,” Eric said, “you might wanna sit down and—”

“I! Was promised, a Kiss.” With a happy, teetering sway, Marge walked past the boys, and gave each of them a silly smile, before she fell on Jessy. Marge was a small woman, not Tash small but small, but the angle meant Jessy had to reach out and catch her so the woman didn’t hurt herself.

“Yeah, I did promise.” Nodding, Jessy helped sit Marge between her and Tash, leaving no room on the small couch. “Tash, want a taste of Marge?”

“W-What? No! I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You’re hungry.”

“I mean, yes, b-but I’ll take a drink of Matt and Art later.”

“Why? Marge is right here, begging.”

“Begging!” Marge said, and she grinned up at Jessy before turning her attention to the tiny vampire beside her. With an evil grin Jessy knew all women were capable of, Marge leaned in toward Tash and rubbed up against her shoulder. Playful shoulder-on-shoulder rubbing turned into more as Marge full-on faced Tash and tried to basically lie on top of her.

“I ... I um...” Tash gulped as she looked between Jessy and Marge, obviously feeling a little awkward. Good. The more Jessy could push her out of her shell tonight, the better.

Laughing, Jessy pulled on Marge’s shoulder toward her, and Marge, borderline oblivious and giddy, giggled as she turned and leaned into Jessy instead.

“Come on, Tash. We both promised we’d Kiss her before the night was over.”

“I p-promised no such thing!”

Jessy grinned at her. “I believe you said ‘umm, y-yes Marge. I’ll k-k-kiss you later.’”

“I ... I ... L-Later could mean anything!”

“Uh huh.” Rolling her eyes, Jessy slid one of her hands down Marge’s back, leaned in, and put a normal, but plenty powerful kiss on the girl’s quivering neck. “What about the boys?”

“The boys?” Task asked.

“The boys!” Jessy gestured to the three boys watching. “They paid to see a good show.”

“They didn’t p-pay anything!”

“Yeah I know, but still. They definitely want a show.”

“A ... show?” Tash blinked at her, before sheepishly looking over at the boys. All three of them were staring at the three pretty ladies on the couch. They’d entered ‘dumb man zone’, where they’d sorta zoned out and were just watching, waiting.

Without drawing Tash’s eyes, Jessy slipped the strap of Marge’s dress up over her head, and let it fall off her chest.

“Jess, w—hey!” Marge sat up, looked down at her small, dark breasts, and let out a sultry moan. Or at least, it would have been sultry, if not for her giddy giggles and tripping words.

“Jessy,” Tash said, frowning at her. “W-What are you doing?”

Jessy shrugged at her best friend, before she hugged Marge tight to her, and Kissed her.

Everyone went quiet as they stared, the boys getting even quieter while Tash’s eyes opened wide as the topless kine wriggled, squirmed, and mewled. How Marge got into hunting, Jessy still didn’t know, but it was pretty damn obvious the girl would have been better off not pursuing that line of work. She was fun! Hunters were supposed to be broody and mean, but Marge turned into a bag of joy with a drink or two in her, and her body was on just as much a hair trigger as any slut’s. Which was awesome.

Marge melted into Jessy’s chest, and Jessy hugged the girl tighter as she drank her, letting the girl’s own heartbeat squirt the warm fluid into her mouth. Blood was fucking amazing. To a kine, it just tasted like metal. To a vampire, it tasted like ambrosia. It sent tingles through the body when it hit the tongue. It relaxed the body as its warmth coated the throat. It pulsed energy and life through the body once it hit the stomach. And in seconds, whether she wanted to or not, Jessy was Blushing Life as well.

She didn’t drink Marge as much as usual. Nah, she had bigger plans. With an evil grin, Jessy helped push Marge back up to sitting, and slowly turned the now half delirious, topless drunk girl toward Tash.

Tash gulped as Marge, barely aware of what was going on anymore, leaned forward toward the small vampire, and then onto her. Full chest-on-chest hug, and while Marge was a small woman, Tash was smaller, and she half fell back into the couch’s arm as Marge half laid on top of her.

“Please,” Marge said, and she kissed Tash’s neck as she hugged her snug.

Tash glared at Jessy over Marge’s shoulder, but didn’t push her off. Oh ho, was that hesitation in her eyes? It was! Hesitation, and straight-up vampire hunger mixing with horniness. It only got worse when she looked over at her boys, and the two of them were in full puppy mode, mouths open slightly, eyes wide. They liked seeing a half naked woman lying on Tash and begging for her.

After scrunching her nose up at her boys, and then doubly so at Jessy, Tash grumbled a few times, rolled her eyes, and sank her teeth in Marge’s neck. She tried to keep glaring at Jessy, but no vampire could resist the lull of the Kiss, the sensation of warm blood filling the belly, and the life and pleasure it pulsed out through the limbs. Mission successful. Tash melted, and her hands hugged Marge’s back as she clutched her prey against her.

And that meant Marge’s ass was pointed straight at Jessy.

Jessy slipped both her hands up under Marge’s dress’s short skirt, between her legs, and pulled her underwear aside. Marge didn’t respond, and Tash’s eyes were closed. Perfect. Jessy winked at the boys and Eric, who again, all stared at what was happening, but didn’t say a thing. Well, if they weren’t gonna stop her, Jessy was just gonna keep going until someone did. Point one on her manifesto.

With one hand holding the tiny lacy underwear to the side, her other hand slipped two fingers in between Marge’s cheeks, down to her already wet pussy — the Kiss was amazing — and sank them into the girl’s slit. Jessy kept her right hand’s middle and ring finger’s nails short for a reason, since she’d started using Marge to spice up her sex life with Eric, and, god damn the girl’s ass was right in front of her, wriggling. The fuck was she supposed to do?

Marge’s mewls and whimpers turned into an outright squeak, as Jessy fingered the girl hard and fast. No need to build up to it, she’d been horny for the past hour at least, and getting double Kissed had her on edge. Marge melted in seconds, and Tash was too engrossed in her Kiss to notice at first. She did, when Marge started wriggling like a worm on a hook as she came, tight little slit squeezing on Jessy’s fingers for all she was worth.

Tash opened her eyes, awareness kicking in, and she glared at Jessy, but didn’t stop Kissing her prey either. She was in it now, out of her mind with the pleasure of the Kiss, and even as Marge obviously shuddered with a cunt-shattering orgasm, Tash continued to drain her. And drain her. And drain her. That, was a full on deep, coma-inducing Kiss, and it gave Jessy plenty of time to lean in, get closer, and wink at Tash as she continued to finger the small hunter woman. And closer, until she pressed her chest into Marge’s back, and squashed her against Tash, who’d closed her eyes again as she indulged her Kiss, and the prey cumming on top of her.

God damn, the tiny vampire was so beautiful.

Tash finally opened her eyes, and Jessy stopped. Marge was drained. Apparently Tash had been so hungry, and horny, she’d actually Kissed Marge into a coma. Chuckling, Jessy sat back, and gently pulled Marge up until she was sitting up between them again. Yeap, out like a light.

“Still alive?” Jessy said, and she gave the girl a small pat on the shoulder. No response. The hunter’s eyes were closed, but she was breathing, and her small breasts’ nipples were hard as stone despite the blood loss.

“Of course she’s alive,” Tash said. “I w-would never...” Squirming a bit and rubbing her thighs together, Tash sat up, and looked at the unconscious woman beside her. And, unless Jessy’s eyes were playing tricks on her, Tash looked down at the small woman’s dark breasts and lean stomach more than a few times. “She um ... she really enjoyed that.”

“Girl came her brains out in a single fucking minute.” Jessy couldn’t help but laugh some more as she scooped Marge up, set her back on the one-seater, and sat back down with Tash. She hooked her elbow over the couch’s back, and smiled at her friend before looking her up and down a few times. The girl’s nipples were hard and pushing points out against her tight little blue dress.

“You d-didn’t tell me you were gonna ... finger her.”

“Would that have stopped you?”

“Maybe!”

Jessy scoffed and waved a hand. “Tash, you were hungry as hell. And I know you’ve been waiting to get railed all night, ever since we showed up at Bloodlust. Probably planning to drink your boys.”

“I have n-not!”

“Come on. You’re waiting until you can leave right now! Go home and get those two gorgeous dudes inside you.” She gestured to Matt and Art, who were staring at the two of them with obvious ‘I want to fuck Tash right now’ eyes.

“I ... well, I m-mean, I ... have a healthy sex life with my b-boyfriends. You can’t j-j-judge!”

“You are a horny little thing and I bet if I had a camera here, I could get you to do a live show, right now, and absolutely love it.”

Tash glared, angry ... for a whole half a second, before she looked down with some obvious guilt and shame, before looking over at her boys. They weren’t any help. They both looked at each other and nodded enthusiastically before looking back at Jessy and Tash. Eric chuckled.

“You do ... live shows for me,” Tash said, as if that’d make Jessy feel hypocritical or something. Bahaha.

“Yeah. Ha. I love that. I love it when you watch.” Grinning at Tash, Jessy tapped her chin a couple times before sliding across the small couch to get closer. “I like the way your eyes light up.”

“They d-don’t light up.”

“They fucking light up and it’s such a turn on.” Nodding, Jessy leaned in closer, shoulder to shoulder with Tash, and licked her lips. “Like they are now.”

“They’re ... not...”

Jessy leaned in a little closer, and whispered.

“Want to show the boys something they’ll never forget?”

“I...”

“You know all three of those handsome-as-fuck guys are staring at us, wishing we’d do things to each other. Look at them.” She nodded to Eric first, who was folding a leg to try and subtlety adjust his erection. Matt and Art didn’t bother hiding theirs.

“You just want t-t-to...”

“To what? Have some fun with my best friend? Damn right. But more importantly, look at them, Tash. They are drooling. Let’s have some fun and I can guarantee those two boys are going to fuck you for the rest of the night like their lives depended on it.”

Tash blinked up at her before looking back to her boyfriends, and Eric as well. Jessy grinned at Eric, and pointed down to Tash with her eyes a few times, encouraging the man to look at the tiny, pale little vampire instead. He did, and when Tash met his gaze, she squirmed and wriggled, and rubbed her thighs together. Poor girl was horny out of her mind.

“Let’s vote,” Jessy said. “Boys! Eric! You guys want to watch me and Tash have some fun with each other?”

Matt and Art both immediately put up their hands, while Eric rolled his eyes, but lifted his hand, too. Much as Eric tried to be all chivalrous and shit, the dude had a kinky side. He liked it when Jessy vidcommed with Tash while having sex, the pervert. She loved him.

“Jessy!” Tash said. “It’s not a vote.”

“Come on. We’ve seen each other naked, seen each other fuck, a lot, and so have the guys. Hell, you fucked my ghouls with me, way back in the day.” She gestured to the werewolves again. “Just imagine, all three of ‘em, masturbating right now, as we touch each other.”

Her words had Tash wriggling more, obviously getting turned on by Jessy’s story, and the images they put in the tiny vampire’s head. Time to risk it. With Tash watching the three guys, Jessy was free to lower her lips, and put a little kiss on Tash’s ear.

Tash didn’t push her away, and quivered. Progress!

“You’re evil,” she said.

“Yeap. You love it.”

“I d-don’t ... love ... it.”

“Yeah you do. The thought of these three dudes drooling at the sight of you squirming and wriggling while I touch you?” Jessy slid a hand up Tash’s back, and caressed her naked spine, fingers getting closer and closer to the strap behind her neck. “Who knows. Maybe if we put on a good enough show, Art and Matt will pounce and just ravage the fuck out of you. Right. Here.”

Tash squirmed a little more, her eyes locked on her boyfriends, and Eric too. Eric wouldn’t fuck Tash, and that was fine. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun anyway. And Jessy knew just how she’d make all three guys happy.

“Art? M-Matt?” Tash asked, voice quiet and wavering.

The boys licked their lips as they smiled at her. They weren’t gonna do anything to save her from Jessy. And Jessy knew Tash well enough — partly because of all the porn Tash had released — to recognize the girl’s ‘I want this but I’m afraid to say it’ body language.

What Jessy needed to do, was find the perfect balance of gentle suggestions, and outright bullying. Tash needed a push sometimes, but once she was past that edge, the girl really got into whatever it was that’d peeked her interest. And Jessy was sure this would be just like the porn films her best friend loved making.

So, Jessy lifted up the strap behind Tash’s neck, fast enough Tash would have to make an effort stop her if she didn’t want this. If she made the effort, Jessy would stop.

She did try and stop her, but it was slow and halfhearted, more of Tash’s fake attempts to try and not seem like a total hornball. The act was pointless, and Jessy didn’t really understand why Tash was so insistent on clinging to that mask, considering she literally made porn and shared it. But it was also super cute, and it was fucking hot as hell, forcing Tash’s dress top down despite her trying to put her hands in the way.

All three boys breathed deeper, too. Oh, that was why Tash acted like this. Tiny little dainty woman acts all defenseless, and innocent-but-horny? It shot fire through the boys’ veins, all three of them, and Tash knew it, even if she couldn’t admit it. Tash let out the tiniest whimper too, and the boys had to clench their knees to keep from getting up and pouncing Tash right there. God damn she knew how to get a man nearly berserk horny. Maybe Jessy should try playing the innocent, weak and defenseless damsel once in a while?

“You ... meanie,” Tash said, voice still a quiet whimper. Jessy grinned down at Tash, and pushed her off the couch. “Hey!” And now with Tash standing, Jessy had an easy time reaching out, grabbing the bottom half of the dress, and pulling it down to her ankles. Which left Tash standing in nothing but her tiny little blue thong. Her small breasts were gorgeous, and her tiny pink nipples were swollen to hard points.

“Fucking. Hot.” Jessy said, looking her half naked best friend up and down as she licked her lips.

Tash blushed from head to toe as she covered her breasts with her forearms, and looked back at the boys. All three guys stared at her, eyes showing more of that werewolf hunger. Much as Jessy was doing a lot of pushing, it was the three men staring at Tash like they wanted to pin her down and fuck her senseless then and there that had her giving in. It was their hungry eyes that had Tash so horny, Jessy was having an easy time manipulating her.

“You’re evil!”

“Nah, come on. Don’t be like that.” With an evil grin, Jessy stood up, and slid off her skirt, showing her own black thong. Unlike Tash, she made damn sure to stick her ass out as she did, and spent a little time bouncing her ass cheeks on the waistband of the skirt once she pulled it down a bit. Sure enough, all eyes fell on her, Tash included, and everyone watched her great butt jiggle on the waistband before Jessy laughed and kicked the skirt away.

She did the same with her thin tube top. The thing was barely wide enough to cover her breasts, but she had some fun with it, pulling it down just barely enough to expose the tips of her areola, before jiggling it to make her breasts ripple. Her nipples were more than hard enough they poked diamonds through the fabric, and again, all four of her audience stared at what she was doing. She peeled the tube top up, slowly revealing more of her amazing big tits, before taking the thing off and shooting it like an elastic band at the unconscious Marge. It landed on her lap. Bullseye.

“You enjoy this way too m-much,” Tash said, folding her arms across her chest, hiding her tits.

Jessy couldn’t have that. She grabbed Tash’s arms, and pulled her down onto the couch while conveniently pulling her arms off her breasts. But she didn’t sit down with her. She winked at her friend, before marching over the whole four feet to the three men on the couch. She grinned down at them and stuck out her hip as she licked her lips.

“Boys, y’all are about to watch the two sexiest women in the city do some kinky shit to each other, and you’re all just sitting here? Fully clothed? Get naked! I want to see some muscles, and some hot guys jerking it — slowly! — while Tash and I have fun.”

Art and Matt blinked at each other, then Tash, and then at Eric, as if he’d have something to say to rein in Jessy’s awesomeness. But she was unreinable! She grinned at the three men, licked her fangs, stood in front of Eric, and set both her hands on his knees. And of course she made sure to stick her ass out as she leaned over, and shake her tits a bit so they swayed underneath her.

“I promise,” she said, “this’ll be fun.”

“You really are evil,” Eric said.

“Yeah but you love it.”

He rolled his eyes, and looked over at Art and Matt. Guys could get pretty self conscious about getting naked around each other too, but the boys were drunk, and they’d seen each other all naked indirectly through vids and shit. So when Art and Matt reached down and pulled up on their shirts, Eric shrugged and did the same.

Once all three men were shirtless, Jessy helped Eric take off his pants; mostly she just pulled on them. Once he had the button and zipper undone, she yanked them off with a little more roughness than probably necessary, half pulling off his boxers along with them. She yanked them off too, leaving Matt and Art looking at her with raised eyebrows.

So she came over to them, winked, and pulled on their pants, too.

“Jessy!” Tash said.

“I’m not gonna fuck your boys. Calm down. But everyone should be naked!” Nodding, she got their pants off, and helped them with their boxers too. Both guys did a check-in with Tash, not so much for her permission, but to see if Tash was still in her ‘I want this but I’m not allowed to say it’ mood. She was, and the boys let Jessy strip them.

Three fucking gorgeous, ripped, muscular men, all looking at Jessy and Tash, all with big dicks hard and begging for a pussy to milk them. Perfect.

Jessy sat down beside Tash again, and sure enough, Tash stared at the boys and their dicks, blushing from head to toe and squirming. Knowing three gorgeous dudes were looking at her just as much as Jessy, aching to get inside her, turned the little Mekhet on like paper to fire. Tash didn’t even notice when Jessy slipped an arm around her shoulders.

“Now,” Jessy said to the boys, “masturbate! Slow, like I said.”

Matt and Art didn’t even hesitate. Eyes locked on both ladies and their naked breasts, the two men wrapped their big hands around their big dicks, and slowly stroked. Eric took a second, a knowing smirk aimed at Jessy, but he relented eventually, and masturbated. And after Jessy again gave him a few eye-points to aim his gaze at Tash, he aimed his hungry gaze at the petite vampire, and smiled at her as he squeezed his cock.

Tash was utterly hypnotized. What a pervert.

Jessy leaned in, set a kiss on Tash’s neck, and the girl outright moaned. She probably didn’t even realize she’d made the sound.

“Come on,” Jessy said. “We’re supposed to be the ones putting on a show, not them.”

“But ... I um...”

“Get over here.” Laughing, Jessy reached under and around Tash, and picked the girl up, earning a squeak. Jessy turned on the couch, lay on it sideways with her legs up on it, and sat Tash down on her lap, nice and snug over her hips so she could straddle Jessy. “I mean, if you really want, Tash, you can just sit there and let me do whatever I want to you.”

“You meanie! I don’t—nnng!” Tash whimpered when Jessy leaned in, and set her lips around one of Tash’s tiny nipples. Hard as a button. The little vampire pushed her hands against Jessy’s shoulders, so Jessy grabbed Tash’s wrists and pinned them against the small of her little friend’s back. Half hugging, half restraining her, Jessy was free to pull Tash in close, and bury her small breasts in hungry kisses that had her writhing and squirming on Jessy’s lap.

All three boys groaned.

Tash sat up straighter at the sound of the boys’ voices. She’d forgotten about them for a moment.