Briar's tormented cries were like a melodiousness ballad to Jacinda's ears. To hear it, made the Unseelie creature bellow with a noise of unabashed pleasure. Along with her husband's liberating rumbles, they three created a tiny chorus that ended with the endearing whimpers of the now broken pet.<br/><br/>The pet's temperament pervaded the room with wafts of odors that turned into palatable flavors to the sympathic beings. Her misery was a banquet to feast upon as it poured out freely to them. Her fear was almost as fragrant as Jacinda's beloved Night phlox. Smelling better with each dark hour that passed. The pain could only be described as a decadent dessert, far too sinful to devour in one bite. Thus, traveled through shadowed form, like it<em>had</em>been, only with a more resonant rhythm about it.<br/><br/>While she did leave the tongue clamp on, Jacinda paid no mind to the pet now. Watching prizes reducing themselves into fetal balls of sorrow was never a fun affair. The door was sealed, the catacombs heavily guarded, and Briar was in a room with two of the most beastly creatures she could have ever encountered. Only someone with a death wish would even muse an escape.<br/><br/>The night was marked with Jacinda's sexual flurry coating the neko's tail. Virginity striped away by a demon's fiendish lust. An innocent mouth, now tainted with the taste of womanly urges. And now a devouring of a crimson hued film, offered up upon a ridged and veiny platter. Jacinda wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to apprise.<br/><br/>Her licentious eyes followed her husband's movement, until he was now looming over her. His sex dangling at eye level, making her mouth watering as she surveyed his depraved cock. Her regard darted up ward, to meet his gaze. Her upper lip hitched as his fingers gripped her hair. Jacinda took in his aperitive lip's with a hunger quite different than she felt toward the neko. Her hands sliding up the length of his thighs, with her talons grazing against his thick skin. As their breathless kiss finally parted, Jacinda declared in a raspy haze, "I'm feeling greedy... as of now."<br/><br/>Her tongue skimmed the lower part of her mouth, where her husband had punctured. Lapping at the sweet wound, left to flow freely. She didn't hesitate to let her forked tongue jut out of her gaping aperture. Teasing the crown of his still half-hardened sex. Her unearthly tongue stretched out to coil 'round his shaft. Indulgently consuming the taste of her husband, mingled with the tiny notes of iron tinged blood of the cat girl. A delicacy that could have been poison to Jacinda, had she taken it in too big a dose.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>