Vixen is toast

Vixen squirms on the brick wall as Harley and Lana cackle as they prepare for their dinner. Harley glares at Vixen.

“This will be your last time living. Look into my eyes and when we feed on you, you will succumb to our needs.” Harley hypnotically mutters. Vixen calms down and stares blankly into Harley’s eyes. Lana bares her teeth and bites on Vixen’s arm.

Lana chews on Vixen’s skin, searching for the sweet spot of blood, suckling on the wound like a baby feeding on a bottle. Lana bites deeper and shakes her head, acting like a wild wolf on the poor lamb Vixen. Vixen moans as her arm, pinned and bleeding, becomes nothing but an offering to a higher predator.

Harley tilts Vixen’s head and chomps down on her neck. Vixen moans deeper as her jugular is torn by Harley’s powerful canines. Harley drinks the oozing red fluid from her prey and enjoys herself. She rips open Vixen’s top and bra, revealing Vixen’s plump breasts. Blood flows from the neck, through the breast gap and stops at her waist, stopping at the underwear line. Harley takes her hand and slides it into Vixen’s underwear and finds her lustspot.

She fiddles around Vixen’s privates, swirling her fingers into her pussy, sliding her middle finger into her hole, touching the walls of her canal.

Lana finishes the arm. Harley notices and finishes playing with her food.

“She was amazing, right? We should feast on her body, tasting every part of her, head to toe, inside and outside.” Lana requests.

Vixen manages to speak. “Please… please… don’t… I don’t want to die just yet.” She murmurs.

Harley has a decision to make.