"So what can we do?" Mindy asked tentatively.

"Just wait," Talia said.

"Be patient, but don't coddle her. She really wants to belong and she NEEDS to belong, and we can't do that if we don't let her participate."

"So, did I miss anything?" Tarloh asked, approaching the group.

Talia smiled, hugged him and pressed her face against that massive chest.

"I'll tell you about it later." She looked up at the big man fondly.

"Right now, I think I just need to let off a little steam."

"Hmm," Mindy groaned, "that sounds like a great idea." She grabbed Arthur by the arm.

"So, who's up for a little ‘four-play'?"

Arthur shook his head.

“Actually, that sounds Like a pretty good idea."

‘Wait,' he thought. ‘We're missing someone. Where the heck did Anya go? Oh well.’ He shrugged the thought off as the four of them jumped down onto the tracks and headed a little ways down. All of them, when confronted with someone who saw physical contact as being synonymous with pain, needed to remind themselves that it could be pleasure. Then, they would stand a better chance of convincing Jane.

Once safely out of sight, Talia turned and jumped onto Tarloh, wrapping her long dark legs around his waist, grinding her hips against him while she kissed him. Mindy was nuzzling Arthur's neck while he gripped her firm behind. She sucked on his earlobe, actually relishing the taste of his sweat as she worked her way down his neck, up his chin before finally reaching his generous lips. Her tongue glided into his mouth and touched his tongue, caressing that slight divot down the middle. His breath smelled faintly of barbecue a little bit sweet . . . a little bit tangy. So she devoured it, breathing it in and mixing his breath with the air in her Lungs. She wanted him inside of her in every conceivable way.

Next to them, there were no such pseudo-romantic niceties. Tarloh's pant's were down around his ankles while Talia's were nowhere to be seen, and he had all eleven inches buried in her tight tunnel. She was gripping his broad shoulders and spurring him in the ass with her heels, emitting low guttural noises when she bottomed out on his seemingly endless cock. She knew how much raw power Tarloh possessed and that he could fuck her standing up all night long if need be.

And that might be what she required, just to get her mind out of dark places.

Since she was supporting her own weight, Tarloh let his hands grasp her perky little breasts, kneading them and cupping them and toying with her stiff nipples. He wondered why tits were so appealing to men, but most of them tended to turn into mindless drooling zombies when they saw a nice pair . . . or a semi-nice pair . . . hell, if they were attached to a woman who was still alive. Of course, having a dick that was almost a foot long had a similar affect on women, so he thought that it all worked itself out in the great scheme of things. And once he got inside a woman, he usually was able to get them to say or do just about anything. He kind of wanted for her to talk dirty, but no one seemed all that chatty. He wondered what Jane had said that made them so desperate for physical release.

Mindy had Arthur's tongue between her teeth, pulling on it gently and then sucking on it a bit. She started kissing her way down his body until she was on her knees in front of him. Using her teeth again, she untied the drawstring for his pants. Then she pressed her mouth against his shaft through the flimsy fabric and blew hot air through that porous material. With her mouth in place, she traced her tongue along the center of the section in her mouth. She grabbed his pants with both hands and pulled downward while slowing moving her mouth upward. As soon as the purple head came into view above his waistline, she immediately took it into her mouth, and the rest of his cock soon followed suit. When his balls hit her chin, she started to hum softly, and she kept it up as the now-slick shaft began to emerge from its hiding place.

Arthur let his hands rest on Mindy's curly-blonde head as it bobbed up and down on his turgid rod. He wondered if her brother's knew what a little sex-kitten she was, and hoped they wouldn't hold it against HIM when they found out. Her mouth was like a jungle, hot and wet (but minus the mosquitoes). She let his cock slide out of her mouth so she could stroke it with her hand while sucking on his balls.

Arthur put his hands on the sides of her head and applied pressure, indicating a desire for her to stand up. It was his turn to kiss her.

Then he got on the ground and lay on his back before making the “come here" motion with his hands. She smiled, put one knee on either side of his face and lowered her wet sex to his hungry mouth.

As he pressed the flat of his tongue against her mound and rubbed it in circles, she cooed in pleasure and then swallowed his dick all the way to the root.

Talia looked down as she was bouncing and saw Arthur's dick completely engulfed by Mindy's face. While she could never manage that with Tarloh, she had a sudden desire to try. She climbed off his flesh-pole and squatted down in front of him. Her mouth stretched outward as the slick, velvety skin crawled slowly into her throat. It didn't take long before the drool started to spill out. She was after all a carnivore, and carnivore's tended to drool when eating meat.

Meanwhile, Arthur was pulling out all the stops between Mindy's thighs. He had her outer labia pulled apart with his fingers, gently massing them as he sucked on her inner lips and drained them of their sweetness. And with her inner lips suitable toyed with, he sent his tongue down her inviting cleft to find yet more moisture. It never ceased to amaze him how physiologically similar that the non- morphed form of lycanthropes was to humans. He was pleased, because he would have HATED to learn the cunnilingual arts all over again starting from scratch. Mindy probably wouldn't have minded as much, because she liked it when he “went exploring." She was funny that way. He was vaguely tempted to cheat Like he had the other night, but for some reason didn't feel it was appropriate. He'd make it up to her. Tomorrow maybe.

Of course, he wasn't going to be able to hold everything off until tomorrow. Mindy's mouth was too talented for that. She had about three inches between her lips and was stroking the rest with her thumb and forefinger. She was working frenziedly, causing his seed to boil up inside him, looking for a place to erupt. And when he did, he sent a geyser into her mouth. She didn't let a single drop escape, her lips acting as a pressurized seal around his manhood and her throat acting like a vacuum. She gulped rapidly, filling her belly with his cum.