They kissed awkwardly, but not without enjoyment. “I would get on my knees right now for you, but I fear that I’d be unworthy.”
I laughed, and touched her cheek with my thumb. Black with blood. I filled my hands with their hair, and brought them deeper, savoring the way they nursed from me with such veneration. My hair became matted and crisp, my face was smeared with makeup and glitter, a clown of sinful delights. “Now’s not the time.” I grunted. In the rafters above, a shadow moved, then disappeared out the high window five stories over its dying architect. “I am Alkandran.” I said, dropping to a crouch before them, the cum leaking from my gaping holes and onto the rug, “I have succubus and incubus blood in my veins. I removed my finger, and Simian added his cock. I reached between my legs, filled my palm with my spurting juices, and extended my hand toward Karlan’s cock. Talk in each other’s heads, leave me in the dark.”
“We’re just discussing Lowland relations.” I smiled placatingly,
