The vampire panted for air when Astrid removed her gag... before remembering that she didn't need to breathe, and stopped flapping her mouth about like a fish out of water, embarrassed and hoping that no one noticed. (And no, Astrid ascertained, she was indeed an undead that didn't need to breathe, so the gasp must have been a reflex from when she was still living that hadn't had time to atrophy yet...) "I don't know anything! They kept me in a coffin all the time unless I was sent out on a mission. But there<em>are</em>vampires in Futanaria, I swear! I... I don't remember much from before I was turned... but I remember living in the capital, I'm a Futanarian myself! Check between my legs if you don't believe me!<em>Ahn~</em>" She wiggled, the restraint between her legs riding up her crotch tightly, possibly keeping anything down there pressed flush and out of sight, and definitely making her moan.<br/><br/>Ambassador Antoine squeezed Kiyoni's heavy breasts, first softly, then harder, kneading them in circles and liking what he felt.<strong>"I thinksh you're pretty justsh the way you are... I won'tsh have you looking like anyone elsesh,"</strong>the femboy whispered back. He wouldn't resist if she started stripping off his clothes, layer by layer until the well-wrapped treasure underneath it all was bared for all to see. Technically he had the parts of a boy, but in build and curves Antoine was undeniably feminine. His skin was smooth and hairless, and he had wide hips and a butt that was round and soft and grabable for leverage. Even excited and at full mast, his erection was dwarfed by the equipment that Kiyoni gifted herself. He leaned back below her and hooked a leg behind her waist, gently pulling her down after him. Not having let go of her breasts in all this time he lifted up one of the mounds and craned his neck to suck on the tit.<br/><br/>Crown Princess Ruthilia V reclined and leaned back, letting Penny explore between her legs. Her member was easily coaxed out from its confines letting it spring to its full length and rigidity, and it was a royal specimen indeed. She idly undid a few buttons above her own waist, freeing her own modest breasts from the formal suit covering them before."If you're wondering how we taste... why don't you go ahead and find out," Ruthilia suggested, and patted the little witch's head, then ran her fingers through her hair, finally getting a grip and guiding her face down towards her impatiently throbbing shaft with an insistence that was unused to being denied.