He was a straight-forward man, and believed that money and swords were the only power that mattered, and so flaunted his abundance of both. When we sniffed the air with our heightened vampire senses, all we smelled was dampness and decay. The Dark Queen undoubtedly has spies in the court.”
“Lady Straltaira?”
I laughed, “Lady Straltaira is our spy, my lord.”
“Are you so sure?”
“I am.”
Huntiata was guarded and uncomfortable in his chair. Sofia got into a wide squat, her slender legs quivering as she aimed the tip against her petals. His tight pants could not conceal his growing manhood, and Sofia and I gawked at it as it grew, and grew, and grew. “No one ever is.” She laughed, and disappeared into the black. But it was all wrong, everything, and the jaws of the trap were closing. Huntiata startled like I’d struck him. “Why won’t you and I be talking then?”
“We’re talking right now. It was ancient by any means, held up by massive obsidian pillars a hundred feet tall, the cavern so large that I could not see the end of it. “I’m sure.” I said around my wine. Even as she struggled to free herself, trashing and clawing at my hands, her ass wiggled delightedly behind her, strings of vaginal saliva dripping from between her legs.
