Tom nearly let out a cry of primal victory as he felt the combination of blood and lust on his shaft, the feeling of her tightness surrounding him quite euphoric indeed. Desperately, he tried to hold out for as long as he could, his hungry lips, teeth and tongue now moved on to her shoulder, but alas, in his inexperience, he could only hold out for so long.
He felt himself release, sweet, glorious release. He gasped as he pulled himself away from Forest's shoulder, his breathing hard and fast, and looked down to see what resulted from their joining, curious. He could see his seed spilling out of her, her blood, and her lust. Had he not already released, he would have hardened yet again.
Finn looked on, worried for Forest. He was still aroused himself, but he was surprisingly gifted at containing himself. He gently sat down at the end of the bed, keeping an eye on the pair, ready to help in whatever way he could.
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Damn, I'm losing my touch. I guess I am pretty freaked out, though... She laughed. "Nah, Forest's fine. When I saw her in there, she was having a pretty good time. Finn looked a bit pale, but I think that's from Forest feeding." She chuckled. "I think she wanted me out of there, even. Wanted the two pretty men to herself." Then the psychic's gaze came back to haunt her. She closed her eyes. "It's not much really. Just a look Tom gave me when I peaked in there. Not even sure why it's bugging me this much. I'll get over it."
She then shuddered a bit at Jack's comment. From that look Tom had given her, it was quite possible that Finn was now dead just from getting in the way... but she was probably just imagining things, Finn was probably fine... Just like she'd be just fine. Just fine.