Abby had giggled, he didn't know she was a Vampire. Maybe... He never met one? His struggles were useless as she held him, it made her giggle more. His childish cries made her smile brightly. Though she was curious as well as hurt at the comment about her being a toothpick, why was she so skinny to him? Now she never thought of being skinny but, was she? Now she was confused. Sighing and looking to the cat-girl who opened the door she smiled, walking inside Abby set the male to stand and crossed her arms glaring. she walked to the middle oo the great room and almost immediately you could see he was a well crafted crafty man of sorts, "I am not a toothpick Mejo. I can pick you up because I just can." she didn't want to be in detail as to what she was, not many liked a vampire. She pulled up a bench and sat down.Â<br/><br/>The heavy steps of boots sounded as a man walked down the stairs, he was for feet tall and round like a Mellon it seemed. His beard was braided up a little on each side leaving the middle normal, the length was down to his collar bone. He wore a fedora and a long huntsman coat. His cane was carved oak and thick, seeing Abby he smiled.Â<br/>"Hello dear Abby, I see you brought a friend."<br/>"More like pain in the ass..."<br/>"He can't be that bad, so why did ya come here with him barefoot?"<br/>"He needs new clothes as well as shoes and he won't stop complaining because I can carry him." the dwarf chuckled and hobbled over to Mejo and whispered, "She can shove me over too, her dad used to chuck me like a ball into a lake." he then looked to Abby an smiled, "I'll take him around here, "Why don't you go explore. I need to figure out Hal to work around those wings if I can." he looked up to the male, "Let's get some shoes and pants for ya first." Â the dwarf then hobbled off to a different room.<br/><br/>:+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+::+:<br/><br/>The slow movements were near hypnotic as his body moved with it, soon the pace got gradual and speed progressed. It made Silva moan more as he could feel his ass get tight over the dick inside him, it made him shiver. Silva moaned more as he felt the man continue to stroke him, the movements of the pad of the man's thumb made him wiggle even. The young Werecat mewed more as the make out session went on but the mew turned into a fair moan as he felt the harder thrusts and whimpered as he felt it hitting more into spots of himself. He was also keeping up a steady and soft purr from the hand running in his hair. He liked the feeling.Â