A Quaint Little Orgy

You search about and finally poke your head into a back room.

Taylor and Emmy appear to be competing to satisfy nine men. Each are managing four, but struggling to find a hand or hole for the fifth.

It’s times like this you thank Satan for your tail.

You grin at the poor odd man out. You sit and spread your legs, giving him a view of your sex.

He walks toward you, his erect cock bouncing. Fortunately, he knows exactly where to stuff it. He is fit, vigorous, and enthusiastic. Sadly, he has no soul to steal, so he’s merely a pleasant diversion.

You let him plow your for a couple hours, fueling the lust in the room.

Emmy and Taylor, the poor dears, begin to look exhausted. You look over to Emmy and point to the time.

“Shit! I’ve got to get going.”

She slowly decouples from the cocks in her pussy and ass.

Taylor stops sucking the cock she’s on. “Winner by default, Taylor.”

“I think we’ll need a rematch.”

“Anytime, girlfriend.”

You begin to wrap things up with your toy. He is obviously exhausted. Taylor finishes one more guy off for good measure and begins to separate herself from the pile.

“Very impressive girls.”

You lead them out. It is nearly dawn when you drop off Emmy. Taylor and you head back to the dorm. Her mortal form clearly needs some sleep.

You drop her off. Thankfully, Wyatt is there. You occupy yourself with his dick, for a bit, before getting your day started.