Request Granted

“Oh fuck yes!” the aunt hissed. Angelina smiled widely; she knew that the nephew was almost completely immune to her powers, but the aunt was immune only to the power of her male brethren.

“I don’t know if we…” the nephew started, his upper head apparently having more blood flow than his lower.
“Oh fuck off!” the aunt moaned as she ground her impaled pussy around on her nephew’s cock. The entire passenger compartment filled with the sounds of her juicing twat squishing as she moved like a gypsy belly dancer on the 9 inches of meat sticking in her. It didn’t take long until the nephew was moaning with her. He grabbed the back of her exquisite dress and jerked it violently, sending buttons flying around the carriage. The dress was pulled off her in a hurried rush of three pairs of hands.

A knife was produced and Angelina took it, sliding it between the creamy white flesh of the lady hunter and her under clothes. Angelina gave her a deep kiss, her empty hand moving down to the joined sexes of the nephew and his aunt. She started stroking him and thumbing her clit as she ground to unheard music on the thick root buried in her belly.

Both hunters groaned at Angelina’s touch, though she was disappointed that she couldn’t enhance the sensation for the male hunter. With a quick twitch of her wrist, Angelina pulled the knife through layers of corset and petty coat. She put the knife behind her and ripped the sliced clothing off the aunt, leaving her completely naked, and her impressive tits jiggling with her gyrating hips.

The demonness leaned forward and stuck her inhumanly long tongue out, licking the aunt’s nipples as her clit was expertly manipulated.

“You two aren’t really nephew and aunt, are you,” Angelina said, breaking the chorus of moans and heavy breathing in the carriage.

“No…” groaned the man. “I’m Mattius and this is Gretchen,” he panted, bucking his hips into the tattooed pussy that was grinding on him.

“He’s my…” Gretchen started to say. She was interrupted by a heavy shake from the carriage, as if it hit a pot hole or a log. Everyone flew off their seats, and when Gretchen settled back down, Mattius’s cock was buried up to the hilt in her ass. Angelina stuck three fingers in Gretchen’s empty cunt and she could feel her sphincter twitching in time with the walls of the cunt she just invaded. “Oh fuck!” Gretchen screamed. Her powdered wig slid off, revealing a shock of short red hair under it.

“He’s my fucking…”