Clutching her thick rump with his claws hard enough to draw blood, he labored slowly to ram as much of his enormous cock inside of Vasha.  His body arched in the plow, his lips naturally forming into an 'o' and his breaths softly emitting a howl.  It was painful and delightful to deliver something so big into something so small.  Vasha was dead.  She did not need organs.  She was a vampire.  She could heal.  So Gabriel sputtered whistly chuckles as, by sheer force (and as a timberwolf, he commanded a great deal of force) buried his cock into her pussy to the very hilt.<br/><br/>A few words about Gabriel in this form.  His skin was black, but his fur was of white and grey.  The fur was thick and soft, but seemed cold to the touch.  The lone exception to his transformation was an arm, which appeared too large for him in human shape appeared just the right size in his wolf state.<br/><br/>Crouching behind Vasha, or rather sitting on his haunches, Gabriel slid his large hands underneath Vasha's thighs and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.  He then grabbed her neck and lifted Vasha off the table, suspending her on the lone tension of his pipe-sized cock.  Then, with wanton strength, Gabriel pulled Vasha off of his dick, peeling her pussy away until he reached the ripe edges of his mushroomed head.  It was so cyclopean in its arousal that it locked Gabriel and Vasha together.  Nevermind that.  Gabriel eased Vasha back unto his cock until his pelvis met hers, and he just as easily allowed her to withdraw.<br/><br/>This would not continue for long.  Gabriel worked his way up in speed, until the quota of his desire could not be met by only pulling and pushing Vasha up and down on his cock.  No, he had to thrust.  And as he thrust to satisfy his desire, he growled menacingly and salivated at the sexy symmetry cut by Vasha's cold, dead body.<br/><br/>Moira could see that Vasha's body held Gabriel's interests succinctly, but she could penetrate his surface thoughts enough to see that he could not wait to get back on the ship.  Gabriel had a surprise for dear Moira, and he could not wait to fuck the surprise for her.  He had envisioned the scene already.  Foon Foon, gagged and blindfolded, bound and stripped.  He was draped over a table, with his upper body pinned down with large metal strips.  Moira would be sitting on top of Foon with her legs crossed, her hands holding his ass cheeks apart, thanking Gabriel for his kindness.  Moira would lick Foon Foon's anus and then kiss Gabriel as he applied lubricant to his thick shaft.  Then, still kissing, he would insert himself into Foon Foon:  the half siblings would enjoy feeling Foon Foon's squirms and hearing the sounds of his gagged screams.  They would take turns fucking Foon Foon, though.  Brothers and sisters always knew how to share.