The courtyard watched in absolute silence.
Marla had stopped fingering herself.
Her hand was simply pressed motionless against her own cunt, forgotten, as she stared with her fogged glasses and her open mouth.
Avriana's oracle calm had cracked. Her fingers moved fast and desperate on her clit.
Clara sat collapsed on the flagstone, knees apart, her squirt still evaporating in the warm air, watching with vacant, blissed-out eyes.
Sophia pressed her tits with both hands, kneading her own flesh hard enough to bruise.
Elena stood closest.
The vampire-descended woman watched Raven's borrowed fangs with her pale, glowing eyes and felt something ancient and proud move through her bloodline.
Priya's hands were shaking.
"When will he— when will my—" she breathed.
Nobody answered.
