Slowly, each woman closed their eyes as their mouths took in the large dicks. Her lips slurped on the spit covered tool, pushing her entire face onto... the member. She could feel the head poke the back of her throat, and the wild throbbing of the man. He didn’t have very long, and despite enjoying the feeling of the release on her skin, she wanted to remain relatively clean this evening. So, her hands slowed down on the other two men, still throughly rubbing them from one end to the other. At least, every skill she had while trussed up and tied to the bed. She released the head and licked along the bottom, until she reached the scrotum and pussy. The inner and outer labia sat in the middle of the ball sack, between the balls. Shelly realized that the penis was actually a really, really, long clitoris. Aeacus’s vagina was seeping copious fluids, and Shelly couldn’t stop herself from lapping at them. They tasted almost the same as those coming from the prick, only a little less. I had given myself over to the debauchery willingly and I wanted more. In my sex crazed lust, my mind screamed for me to taste my lover's juice. I quickly wiped my hand across the hot flesh of my inner thigh and brought the essence of our coupling to my mouth. His scent filled my nostrils and burned a memory into my brain. I lapped at the pungent juice that clung to my fingers like a starving person would when offered a life saving drink of water. The taste fired my lust and another orgasm. ”“Who are you people?”“Children of the land of Gwydion. The faithful of Gwynn ap Nudd. Defenders of the Craig y Ddinas.”A sick feeling turned Megan's stomach over. The children stirred and fretted, as if troubled in their dreams. “Just get out of here,” Megan said. “Leave the children alone.”The woman stood with jerky motions, like a marionette pulled on strings. There was, Megan was sure, a faint luminosity about her, a pale green color, like marsh gas. “This place is ours,” the strange woman.