Singing? Well, since I have no better leads right now I guess I should go see who is singing and what is going on. Azura shrugged mentally and made her way toward the singing. She tried to be quiet as she walked, in order to not attract unwanted attention, and kept looking around, searching for potential danger, not wanting to get surprised.
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Moving to the edge of a clearing in the forest as she traces the source of the noise, Azura spots two figures by a large bonfire - an androgynous looking man, and a woman, their ears pointed.

"Our guest looks hungry, sweet brother..." The woman says in a hypnotically pleasant, if unnerving, voice. "Why don't you find her something sweet to sate her?" The two of them look up, and Azura follows their gaze, seeing Sapphira in a metal cage suspended from one of the branches of a nearby tree. "By and by sweet sister, I'll find something sweet." The brother begins walking out of the clearing - in Azura's direction, though he doesn't seem to have noticed her.
"Keep quiet!" Vanessa hissed, turning a bit red as she looks around hoping no one else heard. "And where exactly were my eyes, huh?" She asked in a growl.
Vanessa sees that her outburst draws a few wandering eyes, but Vince acts casual, and they quickly return to their conversations. "They were pointed right here." Using his bulk to shield them from sight, he grabs her wrist and pulls her hand between his legs, where the bulk of his manhood awaits. "You know, I had this plan..." He grins. "I was gonna pull you away to the bathroom and fuck your brains out, then when you were too dazed to stop me, I would have pulled you up on stage and announced to all these people that you'd agreed to marry me. I'd have liked to see you get out of
that one with your reputation intact." He chuckles.
Jenny smiled impishly up at the supervillain as her gloved hand undid his slacks and fished out his already hard cock. Upon seeing it she sat stunned for a minute. Eventually she would think that a measuring tape would be needed to figure out who was bigger: Jetstream or Hammer. But at the moment Hammer wasn't there and her focus was on the massive dick that was. After stroking it a few times she tore her eyes away from the giant rod to look up at its possessor.
"Thank you." she said to him before she took the head of his length into her mouth.
"You're welcome." Jetstream laughs. "I knew from the moment I saw you you'd be sucking my dick one day." He grips her head and forces his massive cock down her throat, facefucking her roughly. His roughness is unlike anything she's had before. Where Hammer had fucked her with animalistic power, there's a
malevolence to Jetstream's thrusts that turns her on more, even as she gags.
I already have...She doesn't need to know that. Sonata nods. He tries, semi-successfully, to force aside the pleasure and focus on the kneeling woman's technique. Wouldn't having me give someone else oral be better practice? He wonders to himself as he absorbs the gangster's actions, eager to learn what he can.
The gang leader takes him deeper in her mouth, enveloping his shaft, her tongue lashing around the sides as she sucks him off. Sonata feels her hands on his sack, caressing and massaging his swollen balls, as her nose presses against his skin. Finally, she pulls away, gasping for air, with a trail of saliva still connecting her mouth to his rod. She grins. "I think that's the lesson. Now, how about returning the favor?"