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If my teachers in Towerhead lectured me like she did, I wouldn’t have needed Angela to feed me test answers. “Mmm,” the vampire hummed delectably, her red lips pulling my nipple from my chest in a chorus of wet slurps, her crimson eyes smiling up at me, her pale form cast in the scarlet hue of her home’s torchlight, “focus, Your Holiness; what is it you want to asian create?” “Ah, shit,” I moaned as her cool fingers stroked my curved-back cock to new levels of arousal, causing it pulse in her soft hand, “I… uh… I want to make a fox.” “Ambitious,” Gloria grinned, displaying white fangs from the lush outline of her mouth, “picture it in your mind.” I tried, I really did, but it was damned hard to picture anything when my vision was filled with Gloria. 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Pointed ears… white highlights… Angela stroking me, her breath on my lips, her breasts on my chest, her… “Am I distracting you?” Gloria smirked, her red tongue circling my nipple, and trailing lower. “Your fucking witchcraft is,” I groaned, “I would really like it if you un-fucked my mind.” “Having dirty thought about your sister, hmm?” Gloria chuckled, tongue sliding lower and lower, a trail of saliva sheening my abdomen, “Sorry, Your Holiness, but the change is permanent. You can pretend I’m her, if it helps.” “God, I fucking hate you.” I grumbled as Gloria’s playful mouth moved to my pelvis. “You can show me just how much you hate me,” Gloria giggled, stopping just before my shaft, “once you make me a new pet.” Her lips hovered just above my tip, her breath blowing gently on the froth of precum at its apex, her eyes smiling teasingly from the black outline of her eyeshadow. A single, elegant finger ran up my length, brushing along every bump and vein, and then sliding back down, caressing me, petting me. Another finger moved into the lacing of her corset, and freed her breasts in a wonderful jiggle. They pillowed against my pelvis, pressed on all sides of my shaft, and enveloped all but the last inch of my length. Gloria’s cheeks went gaunt in a girlish pursing of her lips, and she poked her tongue from the glistening trap of her mouth, and began tortuously licking my throbbing head. “Oh, goddamn it!” I growled in frustration. There was no way I was getting anything done with this level of distraction. “You’re doing it all wrong.” Gloria smiled, “Stop trying to paint it in your head. You can’t think something alive; you need to birth it from your soul. Feel me, let my pleasure guide you, and let the life flow naturally from your mind.” I let my mind grow blank (it wasn’t hard), and relaxed, letting transient thought take over. 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