"SER ICHABOD BUNDY CRANE, the Maester of Coin. Minister of COLONY, third in command to the Governor." Eotigan read from a loose pamphlet that detailed the upper echelons of the island’s bourgeoisie. He supposed scrolls like this came with renting out the penthouse of a posh hotel. You got privy information about the who’s who of the land. Eotigan tossed the script, remarking on the stoic mug of Ichabod on it, "what a fuckin’ sod!"

Inaia and Thyra were still glued to each other, laughing their voices out. It wasn’t the way their sire, Eotigan had utterly disgraced the Maester short moments ago that made them quake, but the hilarious look on the man’s idiot face when he’d discovered he was cradling his bat fangs in his hand, his oiled beard dripping blood.

Ichabod Crane had dashed out of there with vampire speed. He couldn’t feel half his face.

He’d have to explain to his innocent, doting wife—tell perhaps the one thousandth lie to save her life; and while the Maester was hurrying off in pain, Eotigan was simply thinking he might keep the opal fangs as ornaments. Then again, Ichabod Crane wasn’t exactly as special to his [Battle Chest] as that basilisk he’d felled. Plus that serpent’s tooth had been brass.

He probably was gonna flush Ichabod’s useless incisors down the toilet.

"...oh my gods! I-I can’t believe he thought he could take on Sire!" Kambili stuttered, giving pats on her chest to breathe through. "Did you see his face? Idíota!" Thyra pronounced, and both girls broke into a fresh round of laughs. Inaia smiled very wide. She couldn’t believe it either. The sod, a rich fool, with common Elder blood—not even the untainted shit—actually turned and threw his body at an [Arch] of Hel. He was lucky her Lord Host let him off with only his skewered gums.

Inaia desired to hold his viscous black heart in her palm, and then squash it.

Her thoughts scattered when she felt Eotigan close upon her. Inaia lifted her eyes, loving how he towered over her. He said, "I know what you’re thinking – we should’ve made him scarlet sludge for May to wipe off. However, my darling, we could use the Maester for an introduction into high society here. The real target is the Governor. Ichabod Crane can get us in.

He owes us now. He is our big, bearded bitch until otherwise."

"Mhmm, our bitch, I like the sound of that. But neín, Lord Host," Inaia wrapped her arms into his waist, "...our target is the Governor’s wife."

Eotigan kissed the bridge of her nose. "How utterly profane! I wonder what we’re gonna do with the woman when we get her."

"I have some ideas."

"Oh you do, do you?"

They were both grinning knowingly. Inaia’s hands flowed up to his neck and she rubbed her face into his dark shirt, lifting up to her toes to lick at his five o’clock shadow. "I trust you wholly, Lord Host." Eotigan gave a chuckle that sent shivers up her spine. "Do you really?" She nodded softly, "mhmmm." Inaia could already guess where this was going and she’d been ready since the quiet docks. Eotigan rumbled. "Show me." This was one of those times where he used his red dragon voice. No one would hear the baritone of the speaker and think it was a human talking. Inaia did not think a second as she slowly began to kneel.

"I live for you, m’lord." Her hands fell to his broad loin-guard. She was already breathing scantily.

The laughter in the penthouse had drizzled out. Kambili and Thyra had turned from viewing the starry backdrop through the tinted glass and began to walk quietly back to Eotigan. Kam tossed off her flip-flops and Thyra bent low to pull at the silvery strings of her Athenian heels—her first gift from Eotigan.

Thyra’s riparian eyes never left him as she undid the romanesque sandals.

Though Inaia was the girl on her knees, to Thyra, Eotigan was the main attraction. She studied his every response to Inaia’s slow seduction. Once barefoot, Thyra made her way softly over to the couple and took her place at his right. He pulled her in with his arm. "—come here." She was dragged into him as his mouth came down hard on hers. It was a smashing, illicit kiss. It revived the fervency with which they had all come up to the penthouse initially.

Thyra pulled on Eotigan’s pale inners, moaning and deepening the kiss. It turned dirty as she gave herself and let him devour. Eotigan spanked her and her fat ass shook under his palm. He grasped and groped her, and he felt for the cleft of her booty, making her dress wedge into her large, round globes. PAH! He smacked her again. Below, Inaia pulled away his loin-guard, her teeth catching her lip flirtatiously. "I’ve been needing this all day."

Etigan held up her chin, breaking his sloppy kissing from Thyra’s drowning heat, "needing what?"

"—needing your big cock." Inaia didn’t even hesitate. She put her hand into his fly, unsheathing him, and she immediately went down to gulp him in one slow suck.

"Mhmm..."

Pop!

She moaned, letting him slip out of her mouth as she sucked the sides. "I’m in love with this dick. Mwah! Sluuurp!" She kissed and licked his broad head.

Sometimes even Eotigan wondered how he fit in their petite bodies.

Under him Inaia had the great shadow of his erection over her face. She was angling low but his bass halted her, "ah-ah, no balls for you yet. Remember I’m still punishing you for crocodile island. Be a good girl and take some dick." Inaia’s green eyes swirled in hunger. He was using his draconian voice again. It always got to her. She hollowed her tongue down in her mouth and sucked him in deeply. She kept back her saliva, commanding her gag reflex and sucking his fatness with wet suction. Not sloppy. Not yet.

Thyra hissed in lust beside Eotigan, "look at her go, thirsty slut." Inaia raised her face, keeping her eyes on Thyra as she dipped up and down, up and down.

Glug! GLUG! GLUG!

The more voluptuous blonde guided her head, immensely aware of the large, callused hand that had not stopped feeling her ass. "You said you’ve been needing the dick. Now here’s dick. Suck it." Inaia fully committed. Her throat bulged as he pushed down and Eotigan grabbed her hair instantly, fisting the locks.

"That’s enough for you now, fine wine. . .ah shit." He tensed as she opened her mouth for him to slowly pull back. His palm shut out her vixen eyes.

He was pulling on all of his restraints not to slam back inside her mouth and full seat himself on her pink tongue, pumping her full till her mouth swelled with his hot seed and leaked out the sides. Rather Eotigan let his girthy meat bounce on her lips and dangle out, glistening strong.

Thyra rubbed his arm. "My turn?"

"You fucking know it." Eotigan heaved. He couldn’t cope with Thyra. The mouth on her.

She’d meant her turn to go on her knees but that wasn’t at all what Eotigan was thinking. Unlike Inaia she wasn’t linked in his [psyche bridge]. Only two other women had been that close to his heart to be elevated into [waifu] class. One was murdered coldly, the other was the spiteful ruler of the known world. But Eotigan needn’t think all this. So whilst Thyra was keeling to kneel, he grabbed her off the shiny penthouse, lifting her clear off the floors.

The couch was closer, but he didn’t want Ichabod’s undead scent on him. "Toss a blankie over that shite sofa, will you, love?"

Kam rushed and did as instructed. Still Eotigan looked down on the floors. He saw through the ridiculous oceanic glass that it had internal heating. He growled, "this will do nicely," dropping to the smoke-colored floors. It didn’t even feel like glass, but more as soft plasticine. It was like the surface read his intent for it and customized itself to suit the action. Considering what Eotigan had put up for the penthouse he wouldn’t be so surprised if it was so. The masons had to know someone, someday would like to fuck on the floor.

It wasn’t by choice though. He’d prefer a bed—

"It’s too far away." Inaia crawled to him and Thyra from her kneeling position. She hadn’t stood up even after he’d pushed her off. She’d just read his mind, and she was right, the bed was too far away for their current horny states. He needed to be inside one of his women. Now.

"Get your sweet bums over here. You, stay there and show me that pussy." Eotigan inclined his arms, beckoning Kambili and Inaia, but then to his [subservíena] he pointed and gave the latter command, "you’ve been in heat all damn dusk but you’re also a stubborn runt with a sacrilegious mouth. Stay there, and you watch us. You hear me...your eyes on me, fucking the shit out of this sunshine bitch here!"

Thyra climbed Eotigan’s body fully. "You gonna fuck me, sire?"

He’d carried her down to the floors but now she was taking control. As Inaia settled herself at Eotigan’s right side where he could see her spread and begin parting her skirt, she made mental note to have May completely switch out the fag couch. Thyra had straddled Eotigan like a gods-damned Audchuva equestrian girl. And though he was the one with his back to the heated floor he still dominated her. He roughly dragged down her blouse without removing the corset, and he squeezed her large breasts, slapped them, licked madly at the areolas; he roughed up the titties till she was heavy in his hands.

He ordered her, "turn over and sit on this dick."

He made her do all the work of getting his juicy pipe inside of her. She gave him her back, and she did a squat, she slipped her soaked panties to the side and felt for his dick—which was not hard to do, because he was thicker than her wrist.

And then with a long, "ooooohhhhhmmm," she literally sat on his penis.

Once his fat cock was very satisfyingly enlarging her pussy, Thyra forgot she had company and went for it. She did heavy squats on his big dick, her lower thighs smacking his as she continued to come down hard. Inaia watched her ride desperately and felt her own pussy clench. But her Lord [Host] had commanded of her to watch and not join in.

"—ahn-ahn, ahn-ahn. You like this pussy? Yeah?" Thyra was near screaming.

PAH! THRAAAP!

Eotigan smacked her shaking buttocks two times, hard. He was watching insane Inaia, as she spread her labia for him to look in the gleaming slit to her pink threshold. . .

[To be continued.]