I didn't understand how my petite Aunt Beth could take all that insideher. Ray was really hung. Maybe it was just because he had just come, and his di...k was still quitefull, but as a little girl the sight of it made a real big impression on me.To this day I do believe that the crying noise Beth made was real crying, butnow I know it was a crying of love and ecstasy. The sight of Uncle Ray's monstertool did make me fear sex for a while, but that all ended when I first fellin love when I was 16.. Not that she was the only one there, off to one side she could see two human girls going at it, cuddled in the corner of the room near the fire trying to be subtle about their hands in eachothers pants. All around the demon hunter were other, much less subtle couples fucking in a myriad of inventive ways.Yet here she was, sitting on the floor naked and drinking alone. Irea let out a heavy sigh and lifted a mug of ale to her lips for a long drink. When she lowered it again a human shemale was. "Good," Miss Davenport grinned.She watched them for a few moments, and then picked up a strange dildo that looked more like a string of beads, each connected by a column of leather. The beads were smaller and closer together at the end, but grew larger and further apart further along its length.Hence, when Miss Davenport knelt to push them into David's bottom, she met with little resistance until the third bead, when she had to use all her force to get the next into him, by which time he was. The crisping black covering her skin retreated. Pale flesh swept across her skin, growing pink and alive.I landed beside her, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Zanyia!”The cat-girl’s golden eyes fluttered open. I collapsed to my knees beside her. She wasn’t dead. She survived. I seized her and pulled her to my body, burying her face between my breasts. I hugged her tight as my wings fluttered.“Mmm, this is a wonderful thing to wake up to,” Zanyia said, her hands seizing my tits. Her head rubbed.