Her chest made Mavis’ look flat. She ran the back of her mesh-covered hand across one of his veins as it pulled away. They both started moving deeper into the room. One delicate foot ran down his inner thigh. A light fog reached up from the ground. His first jet burst from the purple tip at the apex of her thrusts. It began to slide toward her throat, spilling downward. He adjusted her a second time; her grip tightened. His heart raced, breathing still heavy. The lower edge of his purple head smashed into her hood, pushing it back. Her nipples hardened as the sheer fabric tugged on them and her new piercings. Almost as good as blood, she thought. Is that a revolving door? Call me Mavis.” She blushed at repeating herself and quickly turned to the door, too quickly for a human, “This is one of our finest rooms, in fact, it’s right next to mine.” Mavis said as she opened the door.
