Gabriel loved the taste of his sister’s spit.  It was a drug.  As he wiped her spit off of his cock by squeezing his member and jerking it, he slid his hips upwards and downwards, ramming his tight, puckered asshole into his sister’s prying fingers.  A rush of sensation surged from his anus out to his fingertips, and the assassin couldn’t help but pull at his hair at the delirium of pain as his sweet, loving, sister fingered him.  It was not as dry, however:  it had been licked Sister, he hissed silently, massaging her left tit with a void for an expression.  Then he slapped her breast hard, nabbing her nipple between his fingernails and squeezing.  He glanced at Moria’s spit on his palm fresh from his dick and cleansed his beautiful sister’s liquids from his fingertips with his tongue.  She tasted so good.  Pursuing that dragon, he bent over and licked Moira’s bubbling slobber off of her warm lips as she spoke.<br/><br/>“You suck cock like your mother,” he said, snarling at her.  He snatched her lip with his teeth and bit into her flesh hard, crunching the skin to make her bleed.  He sat up, brushing the tip of his dick against her nose, using the tip of his penis to lift her bruised lip so that his head might dawdle in the crimson pool.  Secretly, he wondered if Moira could smell Vasha’s pussy juice, or his own sweet cum, or maybe even the old prostitute’s stench on his dick.  Crouching over her so that his warm, sweaty testicles dawdled over her gorgeous eyes, Gabriel cradled his sister’s head gently by the cheeks, easing his large cock into the sides of her mouth just so that he might see the bulge of his erection on the side of her face.  It was purely aesthetic, and Gabriel hated it when Moira interfered with his obsessive compulsive tendency to admire his sister’s appearance with her brother’s lovely cock in her mouth.  Whenever she nibbled him or rubbed her tongue against the tender tendon that ran underside his stiff dick, he’d slide his dick out, stroke her lips with it as if he was stroking them with a rose, and then brutally punch her in the mouth.<br/><br/>“Don’t touch my dick with your tongue, you filthy whore,” he growled.   “You can only lick my asshole with your unclean tongue.”   Lifting his erection upward, he shifted low so that his asshole hovered directly over her mouth.  Then, he lowered himself downwards.  He pressed his top of his stiff erection against her trachea, applying downward pressure to squeeze her esophagus.   “You are a filthy whore who likes to eat out her brother’s asshole.  Vasha, my love…”   Gabriel tilted his hips to grind his sister’s face and show off the blood on the tip of his cock.   “Mmm.  Her blood is sweet, isn’t it?  She has always had sweet bodily fluids.  I have an idea…”   He lifted his forearm console out.  From his compartment, he produced what appeared to be a thin lockpicking tool.  It was small, thin, and looked like a needle.  Crawling on his forearms down his sister’s body so that he might overlook Vasha’s doings, but maintaining the tip of his cock against the woman’s trachea, Gabriel shined that wicked device coolly at his vampire.<br/><br/>Then, he hungrily—perhaps a bit jealously—observed as Vasha suckled and plucked at Moira’s snatch.  Gabriel took Moira’s erect clitoris in between his fingers and began to rub the tip of the needle against her soft flesh, mindful of Vasha’s presence.  Then, without much ado, Gabriel shoved the needle into Moira’s clit, piercing it.<br/><br/>Gabriel laughed as a rivulet of blood seeped down Moira’s pussy, hoping to send his vampire whore into a blood frenzy.<br/><br/>The assassin quietly slid unto his knees, easing off of his sister’s trachea, and casually lay beside her, stroking her neck and her hair almost kindly.  He brushed her cheeks with his second knuckles, brushing his fingertips against her bruised lip, smiling at her earnestly, almost lovingly.<br/><br/>”Baby, I brought you a gift.  I know my sister loves it when I torture her, but I know she loves it when we torture other people together.  I brought you a man.  What did you want to do to him, baby… Hmm?”  Despite rubbing his ass against her lips just a few moments ago, Gabriel deeply kissed Moira.  He wasn’t truly expecting Moira to talk; after all, Vasha’s expert lips were cruising along her bleeding clitoris.<br/><br/>“I want to fuck him in the ass,”  Gabriel said off handedly.   “But I need practice.” Gabriel lifted Moira and lay beneath her, draping her legs on either side of him, and making her body curve over his so that her breast appeared like huge mountains to Vasha.  He carefully wrapped one arm around her neck and secured her by pressing his palm down on her collar bone.  He hummed into her ear, licking her ear lobe and kissing her cheek amorously, as his other hand—perhaps with the help of his dear Vasha—secured his large dick and tread the large tip against her brown spot.  He seemed to enjoy stirring the pot with the very tip of his oversexed organ, because he teased his sweet sister with his thickness over… and over… and over again.<br/><br/>Then, he lifted his hips upwards and shoved himself into Moira’s abused asshole, whispering a soft, pleasurable gurgle into her delicious ear.<br/>