Lena listened.
The wet, relentless sounds filled the tent. The gagging. The choking. The muffled, desperate, animal noises that Vess made as twelve inches of demon cock moved in and out of her throat. Lena's own throat contracted sympathetically. Her pussy clenched. She felt strange. Hot. Competitive.
She moved.
She climbed over her sister.
Her thighs straddled Vess's chest. She positioned herself above the bound, gagged woman. Her face was inches from Vess's tear-streaked, cock-stuffed face. Her ass was lifted. Her pussy hovered over Vess's bound tits.
"Come out of her," Lena said. Her voice was shaking. "Try my mouth. I can do it better. I can take it deeper."
She opened her mouth.
Both hands went to her face. Her fingers pulled her lips apart. She opened wide. Her tongue was out. Her eyes were streaming with tears and defiance.
"Please," she said. "Use me. Not her. Me."
Raven looked down at her.
He chuckled.
The sound was warm and absolutely cruel.
