Rob sucked greedily at the liquor that cascaded down the witch’s back in a burgundy flood, letting it coat his face and throat and chest. It burned as he drank it from her skin, thick and rich and heady, mingling with the bloody apple scent in the air to fan the flames of lust hotter.  His hands slipped and slid over her liquor-slick skin, molding to her contours as he braced his knees into the loam, thrusting hard and deep into the slick heat of her cunt.  She uttered a throaty grunt, rocking back to meet his thrusts as he slammed into her.<br/><br/>The beast man offered him the goblet, and he took another deep draught of alcohol before he danced back. Lust and liquor burned through his veins, and he found his mouth watering at the sight of the thick cock ridding from the beastman’s furry crotch. He found himself wondering how that dick would taste, dripping with wine and hit in his mouth. Then Red groaned again, and he could tell from her glazed gaze that she was wondering the same thing.  “Suck him,” he growled, grabbing a fistfull of the witch’s red hair and dragging her face to the beastman’s crotch. A deep thrust forced her lips and cheek to slide over the engirged shaft. “Suck him, while I fuck you.”<br/><br/>Then he saw the crazy witch, sucking Xavier’s dick on hands and knees, pert ass in the air. Demonstrating flexibility of his own he leaned across Red’s back, gripping Dolly’s thigh for support and bringing his mouth to her dripping lips. She tasted of the residue of wine on his tongue, and her arousal, and his memories of Xavier. He moaned at the taste before caressing her folds with his tongue. Then he pushed the slippery organ into her slit, thrusting deep as he drove his aching cock into Red’s clenching depths again and again.