Before I could stop myself to think about it longer, teeth bit down upon flesh, a warm coppery taste flooded into my mouth. But I keep in my mind, to ...nly take what I needed, that I could find some human later to satisfy my thirst. I heard a soft groan from behind me, that almost made me stop, that was… until his horse voice whispered again. “Don’t stop, take what you need, little one.” I wanted to stop, I wanted to curl up somewhere dark and cry. It had only been a few minutes, but I was sure. Together, they created today's Kristin Crowley."Ferguson just shook his head and said, "I don't know about you, Kris. I do know that this has already been the most remarkable hearing I have ever had or ever heard of. You may swear them both."Cathy took Kris in her arms and kissed her soundly, followed by Ken. He whispered, "You're doing great, little sister! Keep it up."After they were sworn and were sitting together in the witness box, and after the preliminaries had been completed, Kris asked. Steered away from politics (she hated Trumpian semen inside her, on her breasts, in her mouth.) Sports bored her, not that I really cared. She liked movies, but he didn’t really have much to say about the stars of the upcoming sequels.At the same time there was a magic to drawing him through it. The casual homogenized conversation just enthusiastic and vanilla enough to put a doubt in his mind. Had it really happened? Had his tongue really been on her clitoris, her hands on the back of his. Tink shivered with thrill as she felt him enter her! She let out a low moan, the first sounds to fill the cabin since they’d begun. There were moments when Tink felt too full but in time her two captains established a rhythm where one was entering her as the other pulled somewhat away. Tink’s moans became accompanied by grunts and groans from both ‘her’ men as they no longer were in full control over their voices. Each man was aware of only his sounds and of Tink’s a kind of homophobic blocking.