<span style="font-weight: bold">Euanthane</span><br/><br/>The room is sumptuous, all three girls are very pretty, and a little afraid. My forked tongue flickers out,<span style="font-style: italic">tasting</span>their fear on the air, and it grows stronger. “Always a pleasure to meet two such pretty girls,” I smiled, a little parting of the lips that showed my teeth, “and I rather like it when women share their beauty. Having a spare to hand makes them seem so…<span style="font-style: italic">replaceable</span>,” I told Willow. “Yes indeed, Harry,” I continued, as I slithered into the room, my tail trailing out behind me. “Our last meeting seemed a little<span style="font-style: italic">truncated</span>,” I said, sliding back onto the bed, my torso slipping beneath Harriet’s, brushing our breasts together. “I’d like to<span style="font-style: italic">wrap things up</span>a bit more<span style="font-style: italic">intimately</span>this time,” I teased, as I coiled over her and tumbled us both across the velvet. My tail shifted across the floor, forming an arc that blocked the twins path to the doorway. “Anytime you don’t want to answer her questions you can give me a little kiss,” I giggled… and slowly began to suckle on her neck, my mouth widening till my tongue licked and lips caressed the full width of her throat. It couldn’t escape her notice that putting her lips to mine would make it incomparably easy to pop her head into my mouth…