“You know, Elena, this is my favorite place to get fucked.” Yavara whispered, “Ever since Brock Indian Girls Fucking raped my ass, I’ve been addicted to it. Maybe I can get you hooked too. Prestira, why don’t you find out if Elena has a prostate?” Yavara’s hand moved back to my penis as Prestira’s breath caressed my taint. “Don’t!” I whimpered pathetically. My ranger stoicism was thrown to the wind, my pride and bravery following suit. I’d been trained for torture, I’d even been trained for rape, but nothing could train me for this. I was broken. To her credit, Prestira glanced up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. She’d never done anything like this before. I pleaded with her silently, and saw her gaze soften. Then she looked at Yavara, and something akin to reverence flashed across her lenses, and when the witch next regarded me, it was with an expression full of merciless hunger. There was no mistake; Yavara was the queen, and the others were her subjects. And I was her prisoner. Prestira lowered her face. “What a delicious-looking asshole you have, Elena.” Prestira’s voice rose from my depths, “I’m going to taste it.” I felt something warm and wet slither along my rim, then press to my center. I clenched in revulsion, and inadvertently coiled my puckered exit around her prodding tongue. Her oral member pressed into every fold and crease of my tender sphincter, alighting the bunched nerves there. Such a strange, vile feeling, but not unpleasant. Very far from unpleasant. Oh no… Prestira’s gentle pressure coerced me to relax, and my clenched pelvic floor eased back into place, presenting my lewd rim. “I think she likes it.” Yavara giggled as my hips shifted involuntarily. There was no use denying it. My painstakingly built defenses had been shattered by the trauma of my transformation, and Yavara was right, my new body was so responsive. It wasn’t just my new cock that sang with nerves, for I felt everything with a heightened sense; every touch, every lick, every press of flesh on flesh. I recalled with horror the stories of the dark-elves, of how they’d reveled shamelessly in debauchery, often with their own kin. "Yes." “Ahh Faye, what is it? I was mortified, it not being a conversation any kid ever actually wants to have with parents. Meanwhile, Jenna was hugely embarrassed on her friend's behalf. I felt Indian Girls Fucking someone behind me and they started to eat my pussy and ass. I nodded again. A few hours later, the three of us were in our backyard. She moved slowly back and fro till I was all in, all wet and so excited. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eyes. She was still very tight despite having two kids. Smack smack smack. “Does this young vampire,” he said, pushing me forward, “look at all familiar to you?” I suggested we purchase a good supply of sheets and pillow cases for the rented gynecological exam table. The very thought of Mark - kind, friendly and blind Mark - using her mouth as his own personal fuck toy made her quiver in pleasure.