Moans of pleasure echo from Chris’s bedroom. He lies naked on his bed, Isabelle straddling his face, bent forward with his erection between her lips.
She sucks and strokes him eagerly, while he returns the favor, licking her just as passionately, gripping her thighs and ass.
Despite it all, Isabelle is still wearing her tank top.
"Pussies are all the sa, but my beautiful, precious boobs are unique! You’re not worthy of seeing my masterpieces yet!"
That’s what she always tells him.
On the bedside table next to them lies the daily newspaper. The front page reports an attack by a foreign terrorist cell just outside the Bronx. No casualties were reported, only damage to buildings.
"Damn it, Isabelle... you could’ve at least shaved! My whole tongue’s full of hair," Chris complains, spitting.
"I didn’t have ti! Besides, didn’t you read the newspaper? I was busy carrying out a terrorist attack! Take it as part of your punishnt for disobeying with Mia last week! Actually, you just gave a great idea — I think I won’t shave at all this month!"
"T-That’s pure cruelty!"
"No, real cruelty would be if I stopped washing it too! Complain one more ti and I swear I won’t even do that, then we’ll see if you still complain about a few extra hairs! Now shut that mouth and get back to licking, unless you want to end up jerking off in the bathroom again!"
Chris doesn’t need to be told twice.
He says nothing and goes back to licking her, more eagerly than before. Her hair brushes his nose, making him want to sneeze, but he holds it in as best he can so he doesn’t make her even angrier.
"Y-Yes, Chris... keep going... don’t stop— aaaaah!"
After a long, intense moan, Isabelle’s warm orgasm drips over Chris’s face, soaking his pillow. But he’s still far from climaxing.
Her lips and hands keep moving along his length, while her tongue teases his swollen tip.
Even though she just climaxed, Chris is so caught up in it that he doesn’t stop licking her.
"G-Good, my sex slave... aaaah... I see you’re learning how to satisfy your mistress... k-keep going... I w-want you to make co again... aaaah... I want to co all over your face! I want your nose filled with my scent... and your pillow soaked in it too... so much that you’ll wake up in the middle of the night hard, craving to lick again! Y-You’ll co into my room like a little dog, begging to let you lick ... aaaaah"
"Y-Yes, mistress... I promise! T-Tonight... I’ll wake you up by shoving my cock in your mouth and tearing your panties off with my teeth..."
"...and then? Tell , Chris... what will you do to next...?"
"And then... I’ll lick you until dawn... I’ll make you co so many tis I’ll wear out my tongue... and I’ll fill your mouth with so much cum it’ll co out of your ears!"
"O-Oh God, Chris... when you’re this filthy, you turn on too much!"
By now, they’re so overwheld with pleasure that they sound like actors in a trashy porn movie.
And yet, Chris and Isabelle aren’t the only ones getting turned on by those explicit conversations.
Leaning against the wall that separates her room from Chris’s, Mia doesn’t miss a single moan or word of that heated night.
Her skirt is pushed up above her navel, her panties down at her ankles.
Her breathing is heavy and uneven. Her face is flushed, her eyes glossy and half-closed as she stares at her fingers, slick with her own fluids.
T-Those two perverts... why do they have to do stuff like that right next to ? And why are they always so loud...? B-Because of them, I’m turning into a pervert too... this is so embarrassing...
The obscene words, Isabelle’s loud cries and Chris’s moans reach Mia far too clearly, as if she were right there with them.
She climaxed just a mont ago, yet she already feels that irresistible trembling building again, pushing her to touch herself.
She finally squeezes her eyes shut as her fingers slide into her tight, wet pussy.
I-I want that too... I want to be woken up like that tonight... please, brother... take too...
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"Leviantis, any updates on the mission?"
General Lance’s voice cos through Brianne’s earpiece.
"There’s so much I wouldn’t even know where to start..."
As she speaks, Brianne nervously kicks the severed head of a primordial vampire, sending it bouncing through the putrid puddles of the New York sewers.
Dozens of those creatures’ corpses are piled up around her, killed by Brianne and her team — eleven Monster Slayers in total.
Eight of them suffered only minor injuries. Two were seriously wounded. One — the team captain — ca out without a scratch and killed more primordial vampires alone than the rest of the team combined.
"...fifty-two primordial vampires in total," Brianne continues. "But here’s the strange part — they weren’t roaming the sewers looking for food like primitive creatures should. They were all hidden and completely still, like automatons waiting to be activated. They already move in packs, which is strange enough, but now this... and as if that wasn’t enough, the more we kill, the more these bastards multiply! General Lance, what the fuck is going on?!"
"Unfortunately, we don’t know either — and what’s worse, the numbers don’t add up. Those creatures can turn their victims into more of their kind, just like normal vampires, but the number of suspicious disappearances in the past weeks is far lower than the number of those things killed by the New York teams. It’s as if soone or sothing is creating them out of nothing!"
"Do you think it has sothing to do with Mia Valakis?"
"Anything is possible, but right now containing the primordial vampires is the top priority. Speaking of Mia Valakis, were you told what happened last night?"
"You an the terrorist attack? I’ll be honest, it was a terrible excuse, General Lance. And I don’t understand how no one intervened when there were so many Monster Slayers in the area!"
"Fortunately, they chose an area frequented only by junkies, gangs, and other scum. That skirmish was considered a lower priority than the containnt operation. And the attack cover wasn’t my idea — it ca from headquarters. It’s all part of the ergency plan in case containnt should fail."
"W-What do you an?" Brianne asks, clearly worried.
"That information is top secret, even to the Monster Slayers — only high-ranking officers know it. All I can tell you is to keep doing your best to exterminate those monsters and, above all, find what’s creating them. And in the anti, pray to the God of Light that they’re never sighted outside New York."
Brianne swallows nervously, intimidated by her superior’s words.
"G-General Lance... what will happen if the containnt operation fails...?"
The woman takes a long breath.
If that happens... HESPARC high command will activate the ergency plan. And at that point, we’ll be forced to witness one of the darkest Chapters of modern history."
END OF VOLU 1
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