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"Yes, yes. Fuck me deep. And, Honey, those beads are driving me crazy. I'm going
to have an orgasm!" And she did.
Click, click, click.
Eleven inches and Ms. Elisha had adjusted. Her eyes were dreamy, swimming in
Chas's precum, which had given her an energy boost. It had helped widen her ass
canal and strengthened her to take him deep for some reason she couldn't
understand, although she certainly could appreciate. She arched her back up and
managed to swing an arm around his neck and bring his lips to hers. She was
stroking her cock, which was hardening again. Chas cupped her breasts in his
hands, his thumbs stroking her big nipples, as he kissed her deep, at last
imbuing her with his toxic saliva. Her knees and arms buckled, as the venom
numbed the connection between her brain and her limbs and she grew woozy.
Without losing purchase in her hole, Chas brought her down on the chaise,
stretched across and in front of his body. His pelvis was cuddled under her
buttocks. He had his left arm under her chest, with his hand still cupping and
squeezing a breast and his right hand was lifting a long, lean mesh-stocking leg
in the air and pointing the toes of her stiletto heels toward the corner of the
ceiling.
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Side-split pumping her at the depth of twelve and
thirteen inches. He was afraid to go any deeper, but then he was a fourteen
inches and she seemed to be handling him OK. She was sighing and purring for
him.
Click, click, click.
Chas pulled out and flipped her over on her back before he came all over her
breasts. He slowly licked his cum off of her melons as she moaned her remote
pleasure.
After that, Chas rose from the chaise, gathered the dozing body of Ms. Elisha up
and walked out into the hall and mounted the stairs to the second floor. He
entered the master bedroom, walked over to the bed and offered her to his former
mentor, Philippe, for whom Chas had planned this whole evening.
He had bettered and mastered his lover, Philippe, who had made him the
superhuman he was, but he had not destroyed Philippe. He hadn't been sure how
that could have been done even if he had wanted to. He just wanted to be in
control. He didn't want to be at Philippe's mercy. So, after he had overpowered
Philippe during a feeding session on the New Orleans docks, he had brought him
back to his own plantation home and imprisoned him here in his own bedroom.
Philippe was chained to the wall in a way that gave him the run of the room and
the neighboring bath, but that was all. And when Chas came near him, Philippe
was locked into gloves that neutralized his slashing fingernails and a gag that
neutralized his gashing teeth. Thus far Philippe had cooperated, because Chas
kept him fed and entertained and Chas was the only lover Philippe could have.
They constantly rejuvenated each other, and they were the only ones who could
fuck each other at the depths of the cocks their rejuvenations could reach
without killing each other.
And Chas needed Philippe too. Not only because Philippe could plow him deep and
help keep him strong, young, and inhumanly hung, but also because he needed
Philippe to sign the checks and the business orders that kept this empire
afloat. And Chas enjoyed living here, with Philippe's wealth, and intended to
continue to do so for centuries, if possible.
Philippe was naked when Chas entered the room. he was chained but free of his
gloves and gag. He needed to feed. He had aged ten years since Chas had seen him
earlier in the day. Chas had been busy setting up the arrangements, and they had
not made love for a week. Neither had Philippe fed.
Chas had chosen Ms. Elisha for Philippe. She may be a she-male, but she was
young and vibrant and in excellent condition. Chas draped Ms. Elisha across
Philippe's lap and stepped back, watching.
Philippe looked up at Chas, the love showing in his eyes. The recognition that
Chas did not intend to let him die. He looked down at the beautiful she-male,
and turned her so that she was sitting in his lap, facing him. Her stockinged
legs stretched out behind him on the bedcover. He let her torso drift down his
legs; her long brunette hair laced out on the floor at his feet. She was drugged
and woozy, but wasn't all that unaware of what was happening to her.
Philippe hand pumped her cock until it was stiff again and then put his hands
under her butt cheeks and brought her pelvis up to his lips and swallowed her
cock, working it with his mouth until Ms. Elisha shot off her load. Philippe
licked off the last the cum, and then nuzzled his lips into where her right leg
met her groin, felt for the throbbing vein there, and sank his teeth in and
drank.
The combination of the semen and blood was regenerating Philippe. His muscles
were bulking up and tightening and his cock was hardening and lengthening. The
years were melting off his body, and he once more was young and virile.
When the vein in the leg collapsed, Philippe pushed her pelvis down to where his
hardening cock was at her ass hole, and he entered her. He had no trouble going
straight to the twelve-inch depth, as Chas had just been there. Ms. Elisha
barely stirred beneath him, although she was sighing in appreciation of being
plowed deep once more.
Philippe raised her torso to him and sank his teeth into each of the large
aureoles around the nipples on her melon breasts in turn, and fed on the blood
there. His cock leapt to fourteen inches.
He lifted her neck to his mouth and sank his teeth into the carotid artery. He
held her to him with one arm and used the fingernails of the other hand to slice
into her chest and belly, bloodying up her torso and slathering his own torso
with her blood. His cock jumped to sixteen inches deep. He was still holding a
good four inches in reserve, not wanting to hurry the process.
At seventeen inches, Ms. Elisha's body shuddered and blood and body fluids began
lathering Philippe's buried tool from deep inside her. He placed a hand on her
tailbone and pushed her onto the reserve cock at his root, and he was at
twenty-one inches buried when he ejaculated deep inside her, mingling his juices
with hers in a sigh of satisfaction.
Chas walked over and pulled the body of the she-male off Philippe and gently
laid her down in the hallway. He reentered the room and locked Philippe into his
gloves and gag. Philippe didn't fight him while he did this. And then Chas
tumbled Philippe back on the bed, and they rolled around, prodding and kneading,
and stroking each other wildly. They fucked each other in turn at a depth of
twenty-four inches or more, both loving it and having no trouble handling it,
sharing their magic fluids that only made each other stronger and younger and
more vital.
Philippe enjoyed the pearl beads too.
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