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We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

she demanded, Xavier smirked. “As you wish my queen.” Kneeled in front of her and she whimpered when he took himself out of her. Before she can protest Xavier pulled her legs close to him, then entered her once again. He held her by her but chicks opened them up lifting her up then went in and out of her hard long strokes. It was in too deep that she thought she felt it hit the mouth of her womb.

“She is ready.” He moved between her spread thighs, his massive alien body looming over her. His sticky cock slapped heavy against her stomach, leaving a trail of thick precum. The head was fat, with small writhing tendrils around the tip. The shaft had raised ridges and a huge bulbous knot near the base. “You are viable,” he told her. “You will be the first human breeder queen for our empire.” Nova shook her head, but her pussy was throbbing, aching. “No… I can’t—”

He could solely crawl back and back. Meanwhile, Madam Queenie Qamra was seen stepping forward and forward, approaching her prey with her awful, dreadful and terrifying eyesight. She was even smiling queerly and sarcastically, which made her look even more horrifying. She could step forward and forward whereas the wood wand was still stuck on her back and her blood was still dropping little by little.

She worked him with a fae’s innate grace and a building desperation, her cheeks hollowing, one hand stroking the heavy length of him while the other fondled his tight, heavy balls. Xandros watched, mesmerized, his own cock aching and hard. The sight of the elegant fae queen on her knees, servicing the brutish incubus, was the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever witnessed. He reached out, his hand sliding over Odessa’s back, feeling the muscles work as she pleasured Zarek. “Look at her,” Zarek grunted, his hips beginning a slow, rhythmic thrust into the wet heat of Odessa’s mouth. “See how she takes me. She is the conduit for us all.”

“You taste so fucking good my Queen” Selene and Nahla lay panting, riding out the pleasure from the mind-blowing orgasms their mates just gave them. “We’re just getting started my loves, isn’t that right brother”, Xander turned towards Xavier. “Yes it is, our mates will be getting no sleep tonight” he added.

Overwhelmed by how much he was stretching her lips open and how deep she felt him inside her, she kept them slick with her creamy cum and he felt each orgasm as he rode her through it. The queen's moans changed, they got rough, animalistic and her cunt sucked him deeper. He felt her hips relax more and her eyes rolled back. Hungry little moans escaped her bruised lips, he shoved his tongue back down in her mouth, she sucked him rhythmically. After a few minutes the moans got higher pitched. She nipped his flesh and sipped his blood. The Vampire Queen's beast was back! Awakened by the new marking. Xavier couldn't be happier.

He inquired nervously. I was shocked at the question. As an incubus, Moran should have been able to smell if she was anything else. Only concubi in human form, and a few species of fae, smelled human but didn’t taste human. To my knowledge, there were no more female concubi in the state. They’d all been killed in the camps. Ford looked at him confused, then understanding dawned on him. “You think she’s not?” “I think she’s at least a quarter succubus. I just wanted to find out if she was more. You can’t be more than half and still be able to have superpowers.” Moran told him.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.