Craving Sin

Xavier pulled the cross out and crouched down, watching the blood of her torn hymen dribble out. Laughing, he leaned forward and ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy, lapping up the blood as if it were honey. Helena watched in revulsion, sickened by this monster's depravity but not surprised. He was the Antichrist; of course he would have a thirst for her virgin blood.

As he continued licking, Sophie's reaction changed. What Helena had thought to be sobs of pain were becoming pants of arousal, with tears continuing to pour from her eyes as she whimpered with each flick of his tongue. Between her legs, Xavier was playing her like a saxophone, licking up every sweet drop of her nectar and teasing her lips with his own, while his tongue slithered back and forth inside her.

He moved up an inch and put all of his focus on her erect clitoris, stimulating her in ways she never thought possible. Sophie's small whimpers became shameful moans as he sucked on the small nub and twirled