<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SKReSAD.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ophelia Cruz</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337699.msg16030647#msg16030647)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20/20<strong>XP:</strong>0/8<strong>Thirst:</strong>3/15<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>The Thirst: gain 1d8 of Thirst (2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158128)) to get +1 to a strength or speed based roll<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>overpower and flip Pandora over Strength : 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158127)<br/><hr/><br/>"Suitable?" Ophelia mused, raising a slender, cum-streaked brow. She licked her seed stained lips, an amused smirk tugged at their corners, tickled by the girl's audacity to call her merely suitable after such a feral display.<br/><br/>The Madam watched with awed interest as Pandora's seething lust sprung forth another throbbing cock, just as monstrous and insatiable as the first. What a truly marvelous specimen Pandora was, so beautiful yet grotesque, both alluring and terrifying. She found herself unable to tear her gaze away as Pandora squeezed and stroked herself, her own presence briefly forgotten. Ophelia felt her own hand slide down her body, brushing the phantom one aside as she caressed herself to the perverse performance.<br/><br/>Again she allowed herself to be overtaken, thrown upon the silken bed and mounted. Pandora pounced on her like a hungry predator, or perhaps just a horny monkey. She swooned as their bodies hugged tight, her twin members writhing against her belly, threatening to burn a hole through her flesh with their sweltering heat. Hot kisses trailed down her cool, pale skin, each one a warm pulse that reminded her of her long lost heartbeat. For a moment she found herself drifting into a dreamy daze of lovely sensation, drunk off the sweet mixture of violence and affection. However she would be sharply jolted back to reality when she felt Pandora's teeth at her throat. Unbeknownst to her, the young girl had just stoked something buried deep within Ophelia, something...dangerous.<br/><br/>By the time their lips locked Pandora would notice (or perhaps not if she was too distracted by her own lust) that Ophelia had gone tense and still, not even kissing back as she continued to nip at her. Suddenly her plump thighs would clamp down tight around Pandora's engorged sack, trapping her little cum factories in a soft yet inescapable vice. She squeezed down on her, not enough to cause injury, but enough to shock her from her impassioned assault. The girl would hear a low grumble, almost a snarl, and a moment later Ophelia's clawed fingers had woven deep into her ebony locks, yanking her head back, "Oh dear Pandora...I believe your time is up..." she cooed, not bothering to glimpse over at the toppled hour glass.<br/><br/>In the blink of an eye Pandora would find herself flipped on her stomach, face shoved deep into Ophelia's sheets. Within them Pandora could smell the scents of smoke and sex, and a faint medley of perfumes from all the other girls Ophelia had taken here. It was now Pandora's turn to be mounted, the full weight of the vampire's curves barring down on her back, skin still slick with her juices. Ophelia leaned in low, lips brushing against her ear as she whispered "You know I was starting to wonder where this sadistic streak of yours came from, but I realize now that it was just more masochism in disguise" she cooed, lust and hunger swirling within her sultry whisper. Pandora would feel her Madam's fangs extend as they grazed along the ridge of her ear, "Because I can't think of any other reason you'd dare nip at a vampire, if not out of a desire to feel the consequences..." she added, slowly dragging her fangs down the back of her neck, dipping down to tease at her throat. However just when she thought she was about to sink into her, Ophelia pulled back, finding her ear once more.<br/><br/>"tell me..." she cooed, reaching down low to take hold of one of Pandora's cocks, allowing the girl to raise her hips just enough so she'd have room to slowly stroke her up and down, "...are you mine to taste?" a cool breath brushed her flustered skin. Ophelia would linger there, lightly stroking her, until she received an answer. Even in a situation as intense as this, even as hungry and provoked as she was, Ophelia would never feed on one of her girls without their consent.