Shamira was imagining what it would be like to see Renata’s round, muscular ass being split and violated. It was a serious turn on for her. She wrapped her arms around the Brazilian from behind, pressing her chest against the girl’s back while scrubbing her breasts, stomach, and sex. She was a tool in this, same as Renata. She just wasn’t in chains. She was beginning to get a reaction as the werejaguar pressed back against her hand and the relief it promised.
“Pull your hand away,” Clara said, reading Renata’s expression. “Oh no naughty kitty, not yet. You thought you’d slip that one by me?” She stepped forward and grabbed her captive’s dark nipples and pulling on them hard. “You’re in my shower,” she whispered, pinching hard, “which means you’ll get as wet as I let you.” She released the nipples and then slapped each breast hard. “So firm,” she muttered. “Shamira, don’t you think they’re firm?”
Shamira did a reach around, fondling those generous breasts and feeling their weight. “Very firm.” She gently tugged on Renata’s nubs. She wasn’t a dominant; she had no interest in inflicting pain.
Clara looked at the captive were. “Shamira’s body . . . do you like having it pressed against you like that? Tell me how it feels?” She slapped Renata’s breasts again, sending water splattering across the shower stall.
“It’s hard,” Renata said, pushing her butt against Shamira’s crotch. “So strong.”
Clara grabbed one of the nozzles from the wall, handing the shower head to Shamira. “Keep her entertained. I’ll be right back.”
Shamira didn’t question her lover, but just took the shower head and directed it up at Renata’s pussy. Her other hand slid between those luscious ass cheeks and a single finger penetrated the woman’s rectum.
“Oh Goddess,” Renata groaned. She was so close to cumming that it was blowing her mind. “Not yet,” she whispered. “I can’t cum unless she gives me . . . me permission.” Renata was gasping, her body at odds with her brain on what should be happening.
Shamira continued to finger the girl’s tight asshole, but pulled the shower head away, directing down her neck and breasts, watching the trickles of water flow around those perfect mounds. She kissed Renata’s neck, feeling the blood beneath her lips. She knew better than to bite without permission, but she loved knowing that she could.
Clara returned, and she had on a strap-on dildo of impressive proportions, and she was carrying another smaller phallus complete with handle. She handed the second toy to Shamira. “Make sure it’s nice and wet before you fuck her ungrateful ass with it,” she said. She took a ball gag that had been tucked into the harness, fixing the ball in Renata’s mouth and tying the straps around back.
Shamira dropped to her knees and grabbed one of those full cheeks with one hand. She let the dildo get nice and slick, then pressed the head against Renata’s asshole. “I’ve always wondered if this looks as sexy as it does in porn,” she muttered.
“You watch a lot of porn?” Clara chuckled.
Shamira nipped Renata’s ass with her teeth. “I had a lot of spare time on my hands.”
Renata got on her knees behind her lover and shoved the dildo into her sex from behind. “Not anymore,” she whispered, barely audible over the falling water.
Shamira let her core be filled by Clara while slowly pushing the toy in her hand into Renata’s greedy rosebud. It was incredible for her to watch from so close, as inch my inch penetrated that glorious behind. She could hear the werejaguar grunting into her gag, but it wasn’t from pain or discomfort. Shamira gently bit ass flesh again, pushing further into Renata as Clara pushed further into her. It was a thick toy, but Shamira realized she liked it. She was turning into a bit of a size queen, and a bit of a slut. The thought warmed her.
Clara was nibbling on her ear, but stopped to murmur, “What are you thinking?”
Shamira thrust upward while pushing back on Clara. “How weirdly . . . happy . . . I am here.” She reached around and started rubbing Renata’s mound, then bit her ass again.
Clara’s heart fluttered a little bit. She didn’t realize how much Shamira’s happiness meant to her, but it gave her such contentment knowing that this woman was finally accepting herself and her place in the house. “Make her cum,” she said. “I’ll do the same for you.” Her lips touched her lover’s neck as she thrust in and out of that tight pussy. “Let me bite you,” she said. “Let me show you how you make me feel.”
The bigger woman was a little nervous, but she nodded her consent. She felt lips affix themselves to her neck, and then she was penetrated in more ways than one. She gasped as a sensation of deep, satisfying joy crept through her. It was like a warm fire in the hearth on a cold winter’s night, or the heat of a lover’s body first thing pressed against one’s self in the morning. It was safety, but it was also excitement.
She lost track of Clara’s movements, but never of her feelings. Shamira orgasmed almost instantly . . . and continuously. Her hand must’ve been moving awfully fast, as Renata was grunting for permission to climax. She apparently was willing to risk not getting Clara’s permission, because Clara wasn’t home anymore. She was caught up in the sensations she was projecting into her friend.
Clara withdrew her fang, licking the few traces of blood from Shamira’s neck. She had barely taken anything, but had simply wanted to share that moment. “Was it good for you?” she asked, feeling a little bit shy.
“It . . . was . . . (gasp) . . . amazing,” Shamira replied, turning her head and kissing her lover.
Clara pulled out of Shamira and stood in front of Renata’s pleasure-racked body. “You came,” she said, sniffing the woman’s neck. She slapped those breasts several more times, waiting until Renata began to whimper. “I think she’s feeling a little left out. What do you think?”
“We really shouldn’t be so rude,” Clara said, looking hungry. She pulled the gag out of Renata’s gasping mouth. Then she spread the were’s legs and pushed her enormous strap-on between those nether lips until she bottomed out. “That’s what the little bitch likes. She likes being mounted by big . . . powerful . . . cock.” She thrust upward with each of those last words. “Stand up, but keep fucking her ass,” Clara said.
Shamira did as she was told. Okay, maybe she wasn’t supposed to be taking orders on her day off, but damn it, she wanted to.
“Renata,” Clara said, kissing the nap of the woman’s neck. “Do you consent?”
Renata knew what her friend wanted. She’d been bitten before, but generally when someone needed food. Strangely, she hadn’t been bitten often during sex. She nodded.
“Say it. Say that you want us to penetrate you with our fangs, just like we’re penetrating you with everything else . . . everyWHERE else.”
“I want it,” Renata groaned, feeling sex toys in both her lower entrances, developing a rhythm inside her body.
Clara nodded at Shamira, who gently sank her fangs into one side of Renata’s neck, then the senior vampire did the other. For Renata, she felt lust and friendship, a warm breeze as she hunted through the jungle, the feel of the muscles as she pounced . . . it really was her idea of paradise. And she realized just how infatuated her two lovers were with each other.
‘And Shamira really has an unnatural interest in my ass,’ she thought amusedly as she was brought to multiple climaxes. Clara grabbed her nipples and twisted them, while Shamira was content to continue cupping one of Renata’s ass cheeks with her free hand.
Both vampires withdrew their fangs, but they weren’t content until they had double-penetrated Renata to yet another orgasm. By the time her body stopped its ecstatic tremors, she was a hanging side of sexual meat . . . just one of the bonuses of working with people like this.
“You haven’t cum yet,” Shamira told Clara. “Doesn’t seem fair to me.”
Clara grinned, and the two of them undid Renata’s cuffs. They dried each other off and quickly found themselves in bed. Renata’s head was between Clara’s thighs, her talented tongue working away while the Native American vampire had a death-grip on Renata’s hair. She was grinding her pussy against her friend’s face, only occasionally letting her up to breathe.
Shamira lay next to her on the bed, stroking Clara’s body and sucking on her breasts in between kisses. Then she slunk down the bed and coaxed Renata up on to all fours, then grabbed two handfuls of that ass while eating her sweet nectar from behind. Sometimes, she let her thumbs slip inward and penetrate Renata’s ass, and it made the girl groan into Clara’s sex.
“She likes that even more than you do,” Clara said approvingly. “Of course, I don’t think Renata’s ever taken on four guys at the same time before. She’ll have to play the submissive more often if she wants to regain her top-slut status.”
Renata latched her lips onto Clara’s clitoris and sucked while her fingers worked their magic. She felt she had just been challenged to some degree, and was looking forward to meeting it down the road. After she’d had a chance to dominate the newbies of course, starting with Shamira. She made Clara cum in no time, taking delight in making that lean and sexy body writhe beneath her attentions.