<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Crow</strong></span><br/><br/>The girl smiled, a slight wetness welling in her eyes, and rose, letting Crow roll over to lie on his back for the deed. When he did she knelt over him, her waiting folds over his length, and leaned forward to place her lips upon his in an appreciative kiss. "Thank you." She said happily as she rose, and began to lower herself on him, holding his manhood in one hand to guide it into her. Her passage, like the rest of her, was neither warm nor cold, but it was wet, tight and quivering as it enveloped Crow's dick. The girl let out a loud moan as the Abyssal filled her, until her lips met his groin and all of him was nestled by her soft canal.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gentle Beam</strong></span><br/><br/>"There you go, pet. That's a good girl." The man cooed encouragingly as the redhead took his feline prick between her lips. The length throbbed in her mouth, the spikes poking against the roof and bottom as he allowed her to take in as much as she liked. Meanwhile, his rugged tongue licked at her clit, stimulating the sensitive nub, one, twice, and thrice again. Then he moved lower, his hot breath washing over her glistening pussy as he shoved the tongue inside, happily licking up her fluids. One hand reached under the wet folds, toward the puckered ring of her ass. A furry finger gently pushed against the tight canal, the claw pressing against the rim and gently rolling side to side, teasingly.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Widow</strong></span><br/><br/>The young man backed against the wall in fear when the Widow stated its intentions to rip out his heart, but relaxed when it smiled and admitted to be joking. His heart raced faster when it inched closer and held his chin in a cold, gentle hand. "Yes, I promise." He responded quickly, unable to hold the majestic creature's gaze for long: he felt he wasn't worthy.<br/><br/>The lad simply nodded in response to Hamlet, then stood waiting until the Widow asked for his name and beckoned for him to follow it. "It's Ajantis, your Eminence." He responded obeyingly, picking up on the dialogue he should use, his head bowed as he walked at the Widow's side, but not in line with it, instead half a step behind.