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Chapter 11 by 2p1k3 2p1k3

A time to resist?

Sweet.Surrender

“Ooohhh myyy God… What… what are you doing… too meeeiiieeeeee!” An orgasm washes through you. For some reason only a hoarse whisper erupts from your succulent feminine lips. Kicking into Evelyn’s unmoving back, your legs spasm uncontrollably.

Growing ever bolder with your surrender, the girl is greedy.

Pleasure replaces what should be pain as Evelyn’s canines sink into your blood engorged labia further. Though she understands your body’s reflexes, she has **** reflexes of her own. Impossibly your essence begins to ebb and flow through your sex chakra.

Your hips now spasm against Evelyn’s demonic lips and her darting tongue. Feeding her your coitus ambrosia, she skillfully is working your body ever closer to climax. Adrenaline, endorphins, and your chi flow through your sex chakra with your blood feeding her.

Seemingly this is some rare treat that Evelyn failed to expect or even know about. Quickly she greedily drains sustenance from your body. Even after she had her fill, and then some, she savors the exquisite taste the ambrosia you are willingly feeding her. Your hips are now weakly humping against her lips as if to milk your body the last of your blood.

With an adjusted yawning position Evelyn hooks your knees over her shoulders and pushes them against your breasts. Whimpering from the discomfort of being folded in two, she silences you with her lips against yours.

Evelyn forcibly dominates and claims your mouth. Dimly aware of your own vibrant blood mixing in with the kiss, you taste your own juices on her lips.

Interruption? Ophelia? Vincent? Someone 'Save' You?

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