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Daniel looked about the room and seriously questioned the legitimacy of this sperm bank and what his friends told him about it. The room was barren for all except the medical chair he sat in and the many spider webs that cluttered the upper corners of the room. He sat and watched one big spider feast upon a moth in the far right corner from where he sat. It, by far, was not the biggest one skittering about.
The place was run down; it had to be over fifty years old. He could see plank boards through the broken plaster of the walls. In fact, the building was not even a proper medical facility. From the outside, it looked to be a creepy old house hidden in this quiet, small mountain town. Yet, all his friends had recommended he had to try this place out. They had already warned him that its appearance was deceiving. It was a place that was all the rave in secret circles.
The sperm bank, as they called it, was actually a brothel; a very illegal house of prostitution where the girls were supposed to be into some very kinky fetishes. He had been warned it was not a place of the ordinary kind of sex and perversion. Nonetheless, to find a working brothel in the states was one thing. To find one with a reputation of having clean woman and good clientele, was another. This was not a place where anybody could show up, pay a fee and then get in line with the next diseased ridden hooker. He had to know and go through the right contacts. He had to submit an application and pass a psychological assessment. Now he had to sit and wait in this medical chair for a physical exam. It was an extraordinary amount of red tape just to have an evening of illicit sex.
Funny, it was all done in this out of the way and run down estate. When he arrived, he thought the old place abandoned. There were no cars parked outside and no signs of human occupancy. He had knocked on the front door, finding it slightly ajar. He almost gave up, thinking he had the wrong address, for surely this building couldn't be the right place.
That was until he had been called by name. It was by a male steward, and he seemed to be the lone occupant of the house. He told Daniel he was expecting him, and that he had arrived exactly on time. The man himself was a pleasant enough gent in his late forties. He was clean cut and well dressed with short white hair and a gentlemen's mustache. Interestingly, he looked somewhat as though he just came off a theatre stage. His clothing did not go with what was currently in style, even for somebody his age. Daniel supposed he must have been dressing up for fun to fit the age of this old dwelling. Maybe, he had wondered, that the girls and host were big into period performances pretending to be hookers from America's old west. Maybe inside he would find a stage made to look like a cowboy saloon where the girls all wore big, frilly dresses with their busty bosoms nearly bursting out of their corsets.
In truth, Daniel had no idea what to expect. He was just told it would be an experience that he could not pass up and would never forget.
So far, he was left nervous and disappointed. The setting was not very appealing, and he had not heard or seen anyone else other than the man who had greeted him. Perhaps this wasn't the place he was to meet the girls. At least, he hoped it wasn't, even though the steward had told him that the girls would greet him as soon as he passed his physical examination. In as so far, he had not heard or seen anybody since being led to this upstairs room. He thought he should be able to hear something even if was just the creaking of floorboards in this old and rickety house.
He sighed impatiently as he tried to look out the only window of the room, but it had been boarded up tight. Daniel tried to find a single crack in the barricade that would allow him to get a glimpse outside, but what was once a window might as well have been part of the wall. He sighed in the dismal gloom. His only company the spiders and single hanging light bulb that barely gave it light.
The nurse who snuck in behind him did not help in growing his arousal. He was another man; a large and heavy set individual. With the appearance of someone who should be riding a Harley. It did not befit him to be wearing what appeared to be a woman's nurses uniform. He did not seem happy about it either, and wore his scowl as though it was part of his uniform.
How he had come in without Daniel noticing, he could not tell. After all, he came in casually, just as any other person would. Only the creaking of the floorboards directly behind him alarmed Daniel of his presence, but not until the big man was literally on top of him.
"Please, sit down Mr. Daniels so that we can begin the examination," he said in a scruff but monotone voice.
Daniel would have protested, but this was a man whose size and composure would make no sane person argue with. This man's demeanor gave all the vibe that if he did not sit willingly, he would make him sit.
Cautiously he crept back into the chair, hoping to dear God that his friends were not playing some sick joke on him by making this his showgirl. It did not help that his 'nurse' forcefully strapped his wrists and ankles to the seat with large leather straps that he produced from his gown. Daniel had wondered earlier about what the slots on the chair were for, and now he knew as his nurse inserted the straps into them. Strapped in, the chair seemed less a medical recliner but as a seat for torture.
"What are the straps for?" he managed to meagerly ask, but his nurse just grunted and gave him an even deeper scowl.
He produced a clipboard in which he began to write a series of notes while he examined Daniel strapped to his chair. Then he started asking a series of questions. They were simple questions at first; things about his general health, his diet and many of the other things a doctor might ask. As he expected, he was asked about his sexual history and what possible STD's he might have come in contact with. The way the nurse stared at him every time he asked a question made Daniel feel very inclined to honestly answer to the best of his ability.
After all that, the questions became interesting. The nurse started to ask about his sexual interests and preferences. They should have started as simple and straightforward questions; something akin to what somebody would tell a friend concerning what they found attractive in a woman. However, this nurse was no friend, and his speech was blunt. The questions quickly strayed into weird territory. He went from asking about preferred boob and ass sizes to asking if he ever been in a three-way or an orgy. Then he was asked about his fetishes: Did he like bondage, leather and straps. Was he into role-playing? If so, was it ever in the form of furry animals, babies or even clowns?
The nurse went through about every kink and fetish that existed, and then a bunch more that Daniel did not know about. It felt like he spent hours answering 'no' to most of them, including heinous acts of necrophilia, incest, and pedophilia. He was not feeling very happy or aroused at all with these questions, but he only protested once, just once. The nurse gave him a cold and dark stare. Daniel swore the nurse's eyes turned as black as coal while he judged his soul as if he were some sort of demonic arbiter. It was enough to make Daniel return to his meek and fearfully obedient self.
Daniel was glad that he did not have any really dark secrets to tell. Still, he had to comfort himself that this was supposed to be a brothel. His friends told him that this place could make one's deepest and darkest fantasies come to life, whatever that meant. If true, it made him grimace at many of the nurse's questions while also silently making him ask himself if he really wanted to be here anymore.
To his dismay, He would get more time to dwell on those thoughts. His nurse finally finished his long round of questions and then produced a syringe, telling him he was taking a blood sample. There was no argument in the matter; the nurse was taking it one way or another. Daniel could only bite his lip as the nurse inserted it into a vein he found in his arm. He filled the syringe, and something other than a scowl beamed across his ogre-like face.
"This will be tested. If everything checks out then the girl that is best for you will arrive here shortly. You won't be disappointed." The nurse said in his gruff monotone voice.
"And what if it doesn't check out?" Daniel asked sheepishly after the nurse had already turned and walked toward the door behind him.
He couldn't see the nurses facial expression, if he had one. He only heard him make a loud and almost mocking grunt. It was his only response as he closed the door and turned off the light.
"Hey! Wait you just turned off the light! And are you going to untie me?" He said making his first real effort to fight against his restraints. However, the nurse had already left. Strangely, there was not a single sound outside his now dark room. He should have heard the heavy clomp of the nurse's footsteps stepping on the old and creaking floorboards, but the house produced no sounds. It was strangely and eerily quiet. It left him strapped down in the dark wondering just what the hell he had got himself into.
"Hello? Helloooo? Anybody want to untie me?" he tried calling out several times.
The house remained quiet and dark for an unprecedented amount of time. He could only struggle with futile abandon against his restraints and call out hoping for acknowledgment.
"God, these girls better be something," he muttered to himself.
He was sure, or he hoped he was sure, that he was in no harms path. His friends, particularly his friend Jonas, had given the place nothing but the best reviews. Then again, Daniel also had to admit that Jonas was also into some weird shit. Jonas was not into anything too dirty or extreme. He was just what they called a 'furry;' a member of a community whose members were into dressing up as anthropomorphic animals and calling sex the act of yiffing. It was certainly weird, but no more harmless than any other sexual role-playing - he supposed. Still, Jonas was but one friend. Slowly, through connections, all his friends had supposedly visited this place. Daniel just hoped he had actually gone to the right address as he sat strapped to this lunatics chair in the dark.
An hour or more must have passed, but Daniel could not tell for sure. He was getting bored and wished that he could at least give himself a good wank. It was the only thing he could think to do to pass the time.
"Well, I hope they aren't expecting any tips for their services?" he mumbled to himself and struggled against his restraints again. "I can't even get away with pleasuring myself."
"...Oh? You don't think we will be good enough do you?" said a very pleasant voice from out of the dark.
"What? Where? When? How... did you... How long have you been there?" Daniel stuttered. He heard her voice clearly. She was somewhere in front of him and very close. Yet, the door was behind him. Like the nurse, he never heard the door open or close, he never heard footsteps or any other indications she had entered the room.
"Oh, I have been watching you for a while, studying you." the voice said.
Daniel was amazed at the beauty of her voice. The syllables of her words had a unique melody all their own. He wanted to hear her speak more to him.
"I, ah, I see. Well, I never heard you come in. Why didn't you turn on the lights?"
"Who needs lights to have fun?" she quickly retorted. "Besides, as we understand it, you are a man who likes mysteries. You like surprises and new experiences. That is why you are here?"
"God, you have a beautiful voice," he said, having to compliment his host, "but yes, I suppose I do like surprises, but only if they are good surprises," Daniel said.
"Well, you like my voice, how about if I start to do this?"
As the ghostly voice finished her question, Daniel immediately felt small and gentle hands begin to caress his groin and inner thighs. All the while, she made nice moaning, cooing and other cute giggling noises. The pleasantness of her voice, even if she was just making noise, very much aroused him. She quickly reacted to his stiff rod trying to poke its way out of his trousers with stronger and sweater sounding melodies.
"Mmm my! What a lovely start. You show promise." The voice said as her hands gently grabbed hold of his tent and jerked it around. "Yes, but you know, I think we can do better, don't you think?"
"Oh yes! And I know exactly what I would like you to do," he responded with rosy cheeks. "However, how much is it going to cost me? I heard your prices are reasonable, but..."
"Are you really concerned about the price after coming all the way here?" she said while unzipping his fly and continuing her thorough massage of his man bits. He felt another pair of hands come out of nowhere and began to caress his stomach and chest.
"I wouldn't worry about the price. I guarantee your satisfaction, and mine. You'll be paying me throughout our whole session. I guarantee it."
"Is there another girl? Are there two of you?" Daniel said with increased excitement.
Yet, there was still only the one voice and she sounded like she was directly on top of him. Her face only inches from his own.
"Now, now, that would spoil the surprise. You are going to have to figure it out all on your own. Though, if you become such a sweetheart, maybe we can reveal the big surprise at the end."
Her voice was so soothing and had such a sexual flare to it. Daniel could not describe it, but there was something more pleasing about her voice than looking upon the naked body of a beautiful woman. He really hoped her body matched her voice. Still, she was right. He loved a good mystery and sexy adventure. The humdrum of ordinary sex with ordinary women no longer amused him. It was for that very reason he had come here.
Slowly and sensually, his mistress went to work pulling down his trousers.
"How many others are with you? No really?" Daniel asked insistently while trying to peer through the dark.
He felt a pair of hands still rubbing under his shirt. Another worked at his trousers, but now a third fondled his dick and balls. Still, his question was only answered by one voice, and she replied with sweet giggles and wet kisses along his legs.
The many hands felt weird too. The more they rubbed and caressed his naked skin, the more he swore they had a furry texture. Sharp claws at the fingertips playfully raked him at times, yet every hand was careful to make sure he was enjoying their playful touch.
"They're furries I'll bet," Daniel thought while blushing, "That is why Jonas gave this place such rave reviews."
He felt the mouth of the one whose voice was so sweet. She began to suck on his dick. Even with her mouth full, she made many wonderful sounds. He believed he could masturbate to this siren's song alone. With her sweet humming lips wrapped around his very happy manhood, he had to envision her as probably wearing some suit that made her look like an outlandishly cartoonish anthropomorphic cat or dog, much like what those in the furry community chose to wear. Probably, in mid-coitus, the lights would turn on for the big shameless reveal. Daniel began to laugh.
"Why are you laughing," his mysterious siren stopped sucking his cock long enough to ask.
"Oh nothing really," he replied, "I was just thinking about what silly outcome this will turn out to have."
"Silly?" she replied in her lovely voice, "I have never been thought of as silly before."
"Don't get me wrong, you're doing a fantastic job, and I must compliment your voice," he said not wanting to offend her, "But my friend Jonas came here not long ago, and well, I think I figured out your surprise."
"Oh?" she said, and strangely, all the hands seemed to stop their sexual meanderings across his body in unison, "Jonas... Yes, I remember Jonas. Hmm, and what did Jonas tell you?"
"Only that you have an interesting establishment that I would not be disappointed with," Daniel replied in earnest.
"Did he tell you why we are called the Sperm Bank?"
"No, he failed to mention any of the details. As you said, I like a good mystery."
Her hands went back to raking and pinching his skin as she replied, "Well, I will give you that answer as a freebie. We love sperm here. I particularly can't get enough. So, I hope you came with testicles full of cum because I'm going to drink you all up."
"Ooh, sounds like a challenge," Daniel replied being hard and stiff as ever. Her sexy voice still the greatest catalyst for his arousal.
Delightful surprises kept arousing him in the dark. She did not just suck his cock, but fully went down on him, swallowing his whole dick up to his balls. Her mouth was a vast cavern filled with many intricacies. Never once did he feel her teeth bite or rake against the taunt veins keeping his dick stiff. Her incredibly nimble tongue lapped and wrapped around his shaft in ways he had to question. Never had he felt a mouth like hers. Never had a woman's tongue tickled and twirled between his cock's tip and foreskin whilst his shaft was gobbled all the way down to his balls. He could feel her bottom lip slurping at his scrotum each time her face buried itself deep into his crotch.
He tried not to think about it too much. It was not worth ruining the pleasant humming of her voice or the excellent skill she utilized to suck him dry to think about why her mouth and tongue did not feel quite right. He was close to cumming, but she somehow was massaging him with such a balanced precision of graceful tongue and lip action as to keep him just at the brink.
"Oh god, how are you doing that?" he found himself accidentally moaning out. "Your mouth, what is going on with it? I've never felt anything like it. It's...it's so strange and disfigured, but god it feels really wonderful." He was trying to compliment her, but in his happy moment, slight concerns of his managed to bleed through to mix with his moaning pleasure.
She only responded by ending her long-lasting exercise of holding him back. She quickly jerked-off his waiting release with her lips until she was drinking his spunk with full swallows.
She did not let a single drop escape her lips. Never had a whore so willingly swallowed his spunk to such measure. She even seemed to put effort into making cute little gulping noises as she swallowed each burst.
"Four and half swallows worth," she said after coming up for air. "Not bad, I suppose, for a cutey like you. But you are going to have to do a whole lot better than that if you're going to satisfy me." She said while giggling in the dark. The many hands were still fondling every part of his torso, thighs and dick.
"Well, I'm ready for round two, especially if your pussy is anything like those sweet lips of yours," Daniel said basking in the glow of his experience.
"Also," Daniel continued, "I think I should get to know these other girls who keep touching me."
Only the one familiar voice giggled at his statement.
"You like their hands do you? Maybe I can convince them to take your shirt off so we can get a look at your naked torso. After all, it does feel quite nice. I like my men with a little chubbiness around his middle. It gives me something to squeeze, and they do tend to have more flavor."
The many hands started rigorously working at his shirt. Daniel could not, for the life of himself, figure out where all these girls were situated around him. The hands were not coming from his sides, nor did it seem like anyone was standing behind the reclining chair. In fact, even the pair he was sure belonged to the beautiful voice also seemed to be coming from somewhere above him.
All the hands slipped into his shirt, gripping at his flesh. They all seemed to enjoy that he was a bit out of shape. He was not by any means seriously overweight, but right now, he was glad he did not choose to shed those few extra pounds.
Suddenly a sharp pricking pain pierced his balls. If it were not for the restraints and the many hands holding him down, he would have ripped right out of his chair.
"What the fuck!" he yelled almost in tears. "What did you do to me?"
"Ooh, did I bite a little too hard?" the voice asked almost mockingly.
"Bite me? What do you mean bite me? That felt like a needle; a fucking huge needle. What the fuck did you just do to me?"
The voice just giggled louder and with greater flare than before. Daniel wanted to be pissed off, and he yelled into the dark for her to, "Shut Up!"
"Why did you? ...What did you do, you whore!?" His question demanded, but it only made her giggle louder and with greater enthusiasm. There was an enchanting quality to her voice. Daniel could not explain it, but he just could not stay mad at this lovely sounding creature whose voice was so innocent and cute.
She let him vent his shock and pain. Fortunately, it did not last long. Daniel put a hold on his upset ramblings as a new sensation replaced the pain. He felt a sudden surge of energy; as if he had just drank a potent cup of black coffee. His mind started to surge with lewd thoughts and ideas. Mental images of nude girls and hot orgies suddenly raced through his thoughts and without his permission. He was very aroused by these new phantoms that only his mind could conjure. The sting she stabbed into his balls at first had made him go limp. Now he was cured and was ready to fuck some more. In fact, his dick swelled with such enthusiasm that it started to hurt. It did not help that his unseen partner returned to playing with it.
"Don't you dare fucking sting me again!" he cried in an almost orgasmic moan.
Her tongue was slurping hard on his cock's tip, which seemed much more sensitive to such things than it did his first time around. Pleasure radiated through his shaft causing it to twitch. It almost felt like he should be cumming, but his body did not have anything more to produce just yet. A surge of pain and pleasure came in waves up from where she stung his balls. He believed he could feel his nuts swelling; both from the damage of her injection and from his balls trying hard to deliver another deposit to her bank.
His host fully sucked on his length again. He could feel her bob her head vigorously up and down. He wished he could see her and the other girls in action; even just their silhouettes would be fine. It was curious why the other girls who continued to touch him, stayed so profoundly quiet. Yet, their hands were magical, even if they insisted on wearing those strange furry gloves. The claws at the tips of each finger provided a unique touch. They were dull and painless, but he enjoyed the playful lines they painted as they stroked across his skin.
"You know," he said low, letting his words stretch out into almost a hum, "you could share a little. I think I have enough cock for more than just one of you."
He hoped he could inspire the other girls to introduce themselves. Yet, their Madame had them trained well; she did not even need to stop or slow down on the sucking of his cock to comply silent obedience from the others. Nor did they pause at their job of arousing finger play.
The other pairs of hands swarmed around his abs and belly, tickling him with their claws as they continued to draw kinky phantoms on his skin. Sometimes they went down to massage his shaft and sore balls; the furry softness of their gloves did much to soothe them.
Nonetheless, Daniel's request did not go completely unanswered, as the many hands eventually moved to aid their Madame in working his shaft. Yet, they still insisted in only using their fingers and claws. They took turns working the bottom of his shaft while his lovely voiced Madame sucked vigorously on its upper length.
Strange, he thought, for only moments ago his Madame had been swallowing his cock whole. Now there seemed to be two hands jerking him off at his base, yet, he felt she was still swallowing the same impressive amount of his length, if not more.
A minute later and three hands jerked at his shaft. Still, his Madame bobbed and jerked her tongue and lips on his cock just as vigorously as ever. Then a fourth full hand came to grip his shaft. It was this last hand that made him realize something was for sure amiss. He could not believe it, but those phantom fingers could no longer fully wrap around his girth. He thought he felt them lose their grip earlier, but he did not think anything of it. Why should he when he was under the wonderful care of these sexual experts?
It was true; none of them could fully grip his dick anymore. His cock had grown to such a monstrous size that even under all its attention, the many hands and the siren's lips, could not hide its transformation in the dark.
"What? Stop, stop, my dick... Oh, ah, yes, I'm mean don't stop, but, - but what did you do?" Daniel asked. He could not form a complete sentence. The pleasure the girls brought him was so blissful, he was ready to cum again.
"What did you do to my dick? It feels so big; really, really big. What... oh, I'm going to cum again! Fuck, it feels really good. It has never felt this good. You whores are amazing, but what did you do? What, ah, oh fuck I'm getting close. You put something in my balls, didn't you? What is it, was it like Viagra or something. Jesus, I want to see it. It feels gargantuan," he rambled on.
Still, there was only one giggling reply, and that was all his Madame would respond with, that and a gurgled moan. Her bobbing head still made cute wet noises, but it was no longer down low where her head should be buried between his legs. She sucked and slurped on the same amount as she started with, just much higher in the air. With him being strapped down in this chair, and where the sounds and sensations were now located, she would have to be standing quite high over him to be able to perform her nasty oral tricks she was so good at doing.
He was about to cum when a distant cry interrupted his bliss. The cry was muffled and coming from somewhere in the house. Still, he heard it distinctly; a man's voice yelling, "Oh god! What are you? What the fuck are you?" Then there was another man in another room who yelled, "My dick! My fucking god!" after which he began to scream. Soon there were more voices, all men and all wailing about the same thing.
Daniel was terrified, but his fear could not stop his climax; he was too close now. He tried to yell out for his moaning mistress to stop. He kept trying to ask what was going on. He did not remember seeing other men. This house looked deserted, abandoned and alone save for the gentlemen who greeted him and his huge scowling nurse.
Daniel yelled into the dark, "I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm fucking cumming." He was not exaggerating. This was not like before or at any other time in his life. He repeated to yell out these words of ecstasy at least a dozen times before his dick would stop spurting. Even his wet tongued Madame gave up trying to drink it all down. Of course, there was the possibility she enjoyed listening to him complain about his warm, sticky shower.
"God, I'm cumming everywhere!" he cried, as he felt his dick involuntarily convulse and shoot another thick, hot rope up his own chest, drawing a line to his nose. His mysterious Madame laughed and laughed, as he could do nothing but bathe in his own bukkake.
Still, he could not find a reason to be upset. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly. He could not help it, it was the best orgasm he ever had. Even after he was finished, he could not care that he must be covered head to toe in his own semen; the afterglow was just too wonderful.
He sat and rested, not worrying at all about the yells he just heard. They were gone now, there was only the quiet and the dark. His dick was still hard and ready to go again. It even occasionally let off a pang of pleasure as it tried to spurt out another thick rope, but only a little bit oozed out now.
The swarm of hands came back to him, rubbing around in all his filth. His Madame, whose voice made him want to cum a third time, started nibbling and licking all over his wet, naked skin.
"Oh yes, much better. Your cream is thick and delicious now. Now I can truly feast." She said between her long licks.
"I think I'm ready for more too. How much will it cost me to fuck more than those lovely lips? I want to feel your body now. Whatever you did to me is fucking amazing. Can we turn on the lights? I want to see what you did to me. My dick feels so big."
"It is big, A suitable size for me to breed with. But we aren't going to mate. Maybe another time."
"So, we're done?" Daniel asked surprised and disappointed.
"Don't worry, there is still the matter of your payment, and I have only just now gotten you to where you can properly pay your fee," she said while licking off the hot and creamy mess from his chest.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Before he could get an answer or could ask other questions, the distant cries of other men came back to haunt him.
"Monster! Monster!" he heard a heavy masculine voice yell. It could only have been a couple of rooms away.
Then others voices began to add to this chorus; all of them men, all of them screaming. They cried, 'Monster! Demon!' or they screamed, "What have you done to me!"
The rising terror throughout the house was not without merit. Daniel could not count all the voices rising up from out of darkness.
"Just how big is this place?" he had to wonder. "There can't be that many rooms." Yet, there was an army of cries, all men terrified of whatever 'thing' they had encountered.
His terror was rising, but his host was unbothered by the cacophony. She with her host of silent girls had gone back to sucking on his swollen cock.
Daniel struggled against his restraints harder and with more enthusiasm, but the leather straps held him down with ease. His invisible host didn't even pause to see if he could break his bonds.
"Stop! What's going on? Why are they yelling? Who else is here?" he cried as he continued to struggle.
Yet, she continued to suck his cock for a third time. His dick was hard and willing. Daniel squirmed because the pleasure was even better than before. His hostess hummed a sweet tune as she slurped upon the swollen tip.
His cock felt bigger than before. It seemed like his sweet-voiced Madame was having a hard time swallowing it now. It was filling her mouth almost completely, or at least that was what it felt like.
The cacophony of male screams in the various distant rooms seemed to reflect his sexual endeavors. They moaned and cried out in intense pleasure. However, there most certainly was a tinge of fear and distress in their wailing voices.
Daniel was close to cumming yet again. His pleasure was unexpected, as it rose to match his terror. The humming of that siren's voice was ecstasy to his ears. Even her slurping excited him. The many hands wearing the strange gloves helped to stimulate all the nerves of his swollen shaft and balls. It was magical, and he wished he could see this magic trick.
Then the lights turned on. His terror was justified. He screamed just as much and just as loudly as all those other cries he could still hear from down the hall. There were no other girls with furry gloves aiding his eight-armed mistress who hung down from silken threads from above him. She was both deeply beautiful and deeply terrible in her appearance. She smiled, revealing the fangs dripping with venom that had turned his cock into the swollen monstrosity that happily fed her lust.