Fenris watched with a rather voyeuristic glee at the two girls before him, locked in the erotic embrace between predator and prey.  Even then he could feel his excited libido beginning to stir as he waited his turn while still paying close attention to the feeding itself to make sure everybody was safe.  It hadn’t been his first time supervising a vampiric feeding in the Enigma and it most likely wouldn’t be his last.  After a few moments he could see the warning signs of Morgana’s waning control and Amalfia’s form growing more languidly sedate.  It was at that point he knew to intervene, hooking his arms under Morgana’s shoulders and hauling back in a hold that could quickly transition into a full-nelson should she try to resist.<br/><br/>Much to his relief Morgana relinquished her focus from Amalfia with some hesitation, but no real struggle.  The last thing he wanted was to get involved in a struggle to subdue a fledgling vampire, especially one who was under his employ.  Once he felt that it was safe to do so, he released his hold upon the woman, took a few steps back, and prepared himself for anything.  He hardly had the chance to comprehend that she had been undressing by the time he found himself being bull rushed into the Naughty Notions section by a naked lust-crazed Morgana.  Once he realized the frenzied state the vampires was in, his own mind picked up the pace in order to keep up with her as his body followed suit.  There was still the faint coppery taste to her mouth as he was pulled in to a deep kiss.  Warm pulses of pleasure flashed through his body as he felt her zealously grinding into him, already able to feel the heat of her sex through the thin layers of fabric between it and his swelling member.<br/><br/>His own desire heightened a hundred fold as she forced his hand between her legs where he could more clearly feel how ready she was for him.  Doing his best to keep the pace she was setting Fen began massaging her clit as quickly as he could manage intent on giving her the orgasm she was clearly craving.  Lowering his muzzle between her breasts, he savored her effeminate aroma while acutely aware of how vulnerable his neck was as she pressed her lips against his neck.  There was no sharp pinch that would have marked the moment of being bit, but his instincts told him that he should take steps to ensure his own safety before things got too intense.  A notion that was reinforced by her own warning.<br/><br/>Still focused on bringing her to climax manually, his free hand reached back behind the couch where he sat and felt for the heavy metal chain that was threaded through an eyelet for the sake of convenient access.  Drawing up the chain distinguishing which side was anchored to the floor and which to the hanging collar; he slid the heavy leather restraint around Morgana’s neck.  With a metallic click, he closed the self-locking manacle in place that could only be undone with a key that was placed out of reach to the one who was restrained.  There would be plenty of length in the chain to give her free movement for straddling and riding Fenris, but would be limited should she try to withdraw or pursue him.  By now his manhood was aching in the confines of his pants, eager to be freed as he continued to listen to Morgana’s growing elation and frenzy, anxious for his turn.