For the most part, he enjoyed Vasha’s ministrations between his legs; she dutifully licked his thick member as it eased in and out of Moira’s anus.  Gabriel curled Moira’s legs, lifting them upward as he readjusted and readjusted himself within Moira’s sphincter.  He could feel her blood sliding down his shaft and he sensed that Vasha’s teeth began to scrape that blood from his manhood.  He loved it when the sharp tip of Vasha’s teeth canvassed the textures of his veiny motherfucking dick, but the textures were magnified now that the top of his cock was being squeezed by the vice-like grip of Moira’s brown hole.  His hips orbited in a slow, sensual mechanical circle as Gabriel clung possessively to his sister's body with his mechanical arm, inserting himself over and over within.  He could not help but look over at Foon Foon, hungrily looking at his rear as if it were the Shangrila of tight asses; because let's face it, Moira had suffered anal abuse since the day Gabriel came on her face that one evening so long ago.  What truly determined his true pleasure was the banality of it; Moira was his beloved sister, his cum repository, the target of all his vile ideas.  And he had vile ideas!  As he fucked her, he reached up and touched the metallic links of chains that hung loosely on the bed, lifting them and letting them fall, clinking against the metallic post.<br/><br/>As Gabriel eased himself inside of Moira’s rectum, he had been as kind and as brotherly to his darling sister as he could be given his demented state.  There were siblings who loved one another, you know; siblings that spent all of their life together, growing old and never seeing another person because their fondness for one another was genuine.  To say that a person could find their soul mate directly from the same womb!  But Gabriel was not Moira's soulmate.  Gabriel did not love Moira.  Gabriel hated Moira.  But he loved fucking her brains out.  He loved watching her bleed.  He came thinking about the idea of watching her suffer.  The idea was making him harder now!  But he had promised her a present; a sick, twisted present that the two could enjoy.  Hello, Foon Foon, he said, smiling.  Say goodbye to your asshole.  He stroked the swells of Moira's breasts, he brushed his fingertips against her nipples, and he sunk his digits with great dexterity in between her lips, simulating the probes of a penis.  He breathed huskily and coolly into her ear, sometimes pressing his snarling teeth against the side of her face, biting the lobe ever so calmly.<br/><br/>Then, he thread his fingertips through Moira’s raven black hair while his other hand sought Vasha’s scalp, pulling the vampire into their crotches.  Clinching a handful of Moira’s hair, he spoke through clenched teeth:   “… I bet my sister loves it when her brother fucks her in the ass.”  Gabriel pulled Moira’s hair back hard so that he might breathe on her throat.  He licked that precious, frail thing,   “Oh, I know she loves it!”  Then, he felt the psychic resonance of Moira’s orgasm as he fitted himself deeper inside of her with Vasha’s determined help.  For a moment, he was stunned and shocked; the next instant, he was thrusting his thick manhood in and out of Moira’s asshole furiously until, yes, like dominos, he shot out a load inside of Moira.  It was a rush that left a wondrous Gabriel incapacitated for a few moments.<br/><br/>“Oh, God!  Oh…  Jesus, what the fuck was that?” he asked, surprised.   “Whatever it was… Whatever it was, it was great!”  His breaths lifted and dipped poor Moira, as he lay underneath her, inert… he kissed her shoulder and sat up, smirking at Vasha.  He slowly pulled himself out of Moira, swinging his legs over the bed.  Then, he kissed Vasha passionately and deeply, scooping his cum and Moira’s blood from her mouth.  Crawling over Moira’s body, he grasped her soft jaw and opened her lips… and poured their fluids in a long strand of saliva down her mouth.  A long strand connected them briefly.<br/><br/>He then stood up and stretched, standing in front of Vasha, his shoulders relaxing and his body tilting backwards just slightly as he looked down at her; he expected to be cleaned off.  His dripping, oozing, slobbering cock was still erect, waiting.