It really sucks to start the morning feeling likeyou've got a hangover when you didn't even have the pleasure of gettingsplotzed the night before.My m...nd had run over the same mental paths so often that ruts werestarting to wear into my grey matter, and yet I still couldn't resolvethings in my own head. No matter what she said I still felt that Serinahad been wrong not to tell me. She had been dishonest, if not outrightlying, both to me and to a hell of a lot of other people. And yet, shewas. One night when I went dressed in a spaghetti strapped green dress thatshowed a great deal of tit. Actually it barely covered my nipples. I washoping to distract him and win big. He didn't seem overly distracted andplayed his usual gameHe said "You are a very good player" I reply "Thank you but I prefer to play games in which I have theadvantage" He says "Well you won't find games like that here"I smiled seductively and said "Oh I know where to play, the problem isfinding another player"Just. My cock had grown hard thinking of her touching me then stroking it - it couldn't be happening to me.About an hour later she came in and pulled the curtain around the bed and smiled at me." I think I should check your wound" and with that removed the sheet and gown, took hold of my limp cock and bent over and licked it's tip as she started stroking it . Soon it was up to its full 8 1/2 inches and she was bending over me sucking and stroking my cock. I slipped my hand up her dress and felt her. I deduced that one of them must be the kitchen-maid, who had been infected by the other, and they had between them done away with “mine host”. One of the creatures rose from the bed, hissing and baring both her foul body and her fangs at me, but I pitched a portion of holy water over her, immediately causing her bare flesh to burn and sizzle. While she was thus distracted, I drew a sharpened stake from my belt and thrust it deep into the heart of the other vixen. Having dealt her this fatal.