Your quim

With a squeal of delight, your munchkin master grabs your generous hips and stuffs his wee will up your fanny. Your quim easily accommodates his prick, but if Worm notices he's adrift in your depths he doesn't seem to notice. The horrid half-pint digs its claws into the flesh of your hips and pounds its prick wildly in and out of you. The flesh of your ass slaps against Worm's belly as it sloshes its shaft in your slit.

Although Worm's little cock isn't pouring much petrol in your pussy motor, his slapping bollocks are hitting your clit just right. You moan despite the humiliation and work your hips ever so slightly. The vampiress floating above your bed does not miss your change in posture.

"That's it, sweet one," she coos in a mocking tone. "Serve your master well. Perhaps he'll reward you with more of his disgusting seed. It's all your worthy of."

You look back over your shoulder as Worm jams your cunny curtains, his face twisted in an even more disgusting expression than usual. His balls beat against your funbud, driving you closer and closer to orgasm. He smacks your ass again, right on the tender bulge on your cheek where he was feeding. You cry out and Alyssa titters at your discomfort. A few more smack-smack-smacks against your straining pleasure peanut and you burst, waves of ecstasy crashing through your body, head back, moaning loudly and wantonly as the chaun pounds your pussy.

"Are you cumming?" Alyssa laughs in disbelief. "Cumming for this miserable little cock? You are such a terrible slut. You'd fuck any beast in the barony. Perhaps I'll turn you and take you to the barn, let you relax the stallions. Or the pigs."

The thought turns your stomach. A last orgasm squeezes through your fanny and grips Worm's jamming jizzpump. It's enough to send him over the edge. He digs his claws in painfully and hammers into you, erupting his ball sauce deep into your womb. Squirt after squirt drains out, sloshing in your sex, frothing out and down his balls and over your thighs. His twitching twigs drips out every last pearly pump into your warm fucktunnel.

"Enough games," says Alyssa.

She glides down from the ceiling and alights easily onto the bed. With a wave of her hand Worm is **** to slide his cock out of your quim with a wet trailing gush of spunk. You feel his juices dribbling out of your foamy folds to spill onto the bed. Alyssa lifts your chin and forces you to look into her eyes.

"Now you will beg for me," she says.

"Please," you say, without even thinking. "Drink from me."

"Yes," she smiles and strokes your face. "I will."

She rolls you easily onto your back and slides her voluptuous body over top of you, straddling your hips, leaning her lips to yours and smiling. It is a cold, predatory smile. As humiliating as fucking the chaun was, it was an irritation. This is terrifying. Staring up at her as her lips descend on your own you realize that you are about to die.