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Trixie being the fun persona that Beatrix embraced whenever she was out just looking for sex and fun... It was not originally intended to be that, and she sort of blamed Daphne for it since the first time Daphne called her that when they were out for fun, though they never did officially name her 'Trixie' for these moments... But Trixie had done that just this very night. She was having sex with a couple that she had met on the deck, they were simply looking out at the ocean, they looked like they were a couple who had very little sex, but were still happy being around each other. Trixie had decided to fix that, the woman who she assumed was the girlfriend turned out to be the wife, was initially annoyed at her appearance, and the stares her husband kept giving to Trixie, but once she clenched her muscles together down low... the air was scented and the pheromones made everyone near her a bit friendlier... She made it a point to kiss the wife first, make sure the husband knew it was alright... And as Trixie's former life as a male knew: save him some marital problems later, and maybe even give them some marital bliss right then. She took his semen and came at the same time that he did, which wasn't a surprise, she was not only multiorgasmic and her body reacted that way most of the time... But she sprayed the bed with her own cum and it dripped onto the floor... and she knew it was loaded with her pheromones... She may have left both husband and wife sexually exhausted, him from when she was draining his sexual energy, and her by just being really good at oral... but when they woke up, the pheromones from her cum should keep them fucking each other for hours... So really by having sex with a married couple, she was bringing a little excitement back in their lives... Totally public service. She looked at the clock. It was 3am, it had been over seven hours since Daphne had left without her. She touched up her makeup and still smiled, she was happy. Fuck, she was positive in every way, she knew she should be angry, but Daphne's command made her absolutely enthusiastic. She was pretty sure there was an after party on the promenade, and she already missed the first hour... She was halfway there when she heard Jordan's voice, "Do you need sleep? I arranged for a speed boat to take us to land, Klause was good at preventing any more helicopters from coming for the next 48 hours, but I was able to call in a favor." Trixie stopped, and turned to face him. "I've been sleeping all night." she said with a wink and a playful smile. He snorted, "I'm not so sure 'sleep' is the word for what you've been doing all night..." "That almost sounds like vampire jealousy," she retorted and then looked him up and down. His feminine features from just a few hours earlier were gone, he was big, bulky, with large muscles and a very masculine jaw again... But his body language was still as effeminate as ever, "But it looks like I'm not the only one who'd been sleeping around." The vampire snorted again. "I don't need to have sex to feed." Feeling playful as ever Trixie just smirked. "Then you're just being selfish." He let out a tired exasperation. "Look the boat will be here at four- thirty, will you be ready?" She looked in the direction of the promenade. "I guess so, just really want to enjoy myself a bit longer. It is a cruise after all." "It's for me, I could use the backup, and you know I'm trying to protect your friend." Her eyes never went back to his, she kept looking to the party. "Yeah... but I just want to have fun." "Don't you know any other ways of having fun?" he said with a tone that bordered on sardonic. She paused to consider that. "Mario Kart?" thinking of a couple nights earlier with that guy Eric that she had slept with. He chuckled. "Whatever... I'll come back for you at four, it's less than an hour, please be ready." She smiled and finally looked back to him pushed up and kissed his cheek playfully. "I will, and even if I'm not, I'm sure you'll take me anyway, and once I'm off the ship, I should be pretty normal for me." "Yeah, and then we can have that talk." He tried to talk to her earlier, but she had difficulty taking anything seriously so he said they could talk later. Four o'clock came and Trixie was still partying at the after party, and she was in a small little corner pretending to be dancing with the man behind her... and by pretending to be dancing, the back of her dress was up, his cock was in her and she was still gyrating to the music... She saw Jordan walk in and held up two fingers trying to say 'Two minutes' non-verbally. He nodded his head, though he gave her a contemptuous look... and she felt the pulse inside her, her dance partner was all done... She pulled herself off him, adjusted her panties, dropped her dress, thanked him and walked over to Jordan wrapping her arms around one of his. "lead the way!" she said with a giggle. Five minutes later they were on a speed boat racing for land. Beatrix wasn't giggling or even remotely amused now that they were off the ship and that part of Daphne's last command was no longer relevant. "Totally going to kick her ass for that once I rescue her." Jordan for the first time seemed amused. "I'm sorry she forced you to have fun." She shook her head. "It's not even that, but why do I interpret fun as just fucking any and everyone... Like I said, Mario Kart.. I enjoyed that, but had no urge to do that... Is that how succubi are? Fun is sex? Or was it because that's how I interpreted Daphne's command?" Jordan shook his head. "I don't know. You'll just have to ask her." The boat ride was about three hours long. When they docked there was another vampire waiting. He addressed Jordan as 'sire,' but he gave both Jordan and Beatrix a contemptuous look. They got into the back of a limo and the vampire started driving. "Where are we going from here?" she asked him. Jordan looked to the street. "Private jet," was his curt answer. She nodded her head, he had told her hours ago, he made some calls and knew where Daphne was going to. So apparently, it wasn't close enough to get there by land. She nodded her head, then looked to the driver. "Any reason why he's acting nice, but giving you the evil eye? Or more importantly, any reason to be wary?" She knew the vampire could hear her and wondered which one of them would answer the question. Jordan looked down, staring at Beatrix's not so much a deeper interest, but as though he did not want to look anyone in the eyes at the explanation, and her bright colored shoes was the biggest contrast to the inside of the limo's dark colors. Jordan answered as if there was o chance the other vampire would say anything... though that might be a form of politeness among them... not answering questions directed at others. "An accident happened, the head of his line of vampires died, and I inherited it... They can all challenge me for leadership after a one year probationary status has expired. They are all sworn to serve and protect me in all ways I demand, but I suspect most have desires to challenge me the day my probationary period is over. They all want my inherited political power as well..." Beatrix blinked her eyes. "Wow, that's a lot. How did it happen?" He gave her a glance. "accidentally, but please do not ask more. Some vampiric secrets are just that... for vampires," But a single eyelid closing, a simple wink, suggested to her that he planned to tell her, but that was for the vampire driver to hear. "I understand. We all have our secrets. I can respect that you have yours." He nodded his head. "Thank you." The drive to the airport was swift and they found themselves getting aboard the private jet, the speed rush at the sudden acceleration thrilled Beatrix as the plane's jet engines lifted the plane from the runway, and she stared out her window as the landmarks kept getting smaller... As she could eventually see no people, but could see the vehicles, and even they got too small for her. But she still saw the roads. He sat back. "The jet has an all human crew. We can speak freely if you want." "Do you want to tell me the details of your inheritance? If you don't, it's fine." He smirked. "I do, but I couldn't say on the ship, like I said, you weren't in the mental space to hear something so serious, or maybe I wasn't in the mental place to tell someone who was incapable of not smiling." She looked at him with a straight face. "I can hold a straight face now." He nodded his head. "And we finally have privacy again. Beatrix crossed her legs and leaned back into her seat to get comfy. "I'm listening." As if intentionally doing the opposite of Beatrix, Jordan did not move a muscle, just sat up straight and asked a question. "Do you know the ways to kill a vampire?" "Mmm-hmm," she started. "Sunlight, burn the body to ash, pierce the heart with gold or silver, decapitation works with most things as I understand it," adding with a smirk. "I assume getting vaporized in a nuclear explosion would probably do it as well." He snorted a laugh. "Pretty much... but there is a rare way to kill a vampire that most do not know about. And it is very much circumstantial. You know how a vampire can shift their consciousness to a person that has been bitten recently?" Beatrix's eyebrows lowered and grew closer together. "Yeah, the reason we had to be careful on the cruise ship, in case someone was watching." "Yeah. Well there is a very small window of opportunity. When a vampire shifts their consciousness into a person, it takes a few seconds, between five and ten seconds, when they are there, they retain a small portion of their enhanced physical abilities... so A hundred pound girl could probably hold her own against a 250 pound man... but it's just as weak against a bullet as any human... " Beatrix started to look a little less comfy and sat up. "So if you killed a human that had a vampire personality trapped inside it, you would kill the vampire?" "Not exactly, you'd kill the human, the human personality dies when the vampire personality is snapped back to its host body..." "Does it leave the vampire body weak?" she asked trying to figure out where this bit of information was going. "No. In that brief window when the vampire personality is taking over the human host, it is ever so briefly disconnected from its own body, if the human body dies in those 5 to ten seconds, the human body dies with the vampire mind, and the human consciousness takes possession of the vampire body, and by current vampiric law, the human in a vampire body takes inheritance of the body's inheritance." Beatrix's mouth hung open for a moment. "Which is why you have all the strength of a vampire, but seem to lack so much of their mental weaknesses such as territorialism." Jordan nodded his head. "exactly." "Want to talk about it?" she offered. "I do." She stood up and walked to a tray, and grabbed a bottle of water for each of them. "I have a feeling this will be a long story." He smirked and took the water. "Not as long as you might think." She sat back down, took a sip. "Well, I'm listening." Jordan looked out the window for a moment nodded his head a couple times as if wondering where to begin. "When I was younger I was pretty boy crazy. I started sneaking out behind my parents backs when I was fourteen. I was sexually active by the time I was sixteen, which isn't that strange, but I had sex with a lot of boys... When I was in college, I developed a type of guy. The kind that were possessive, demanding, and what I thought was attentive, but in retrospect was just controlling... You know, they always want to spend time with you, which is nice, accept for the part where they are cutting you off from all your support systems like friends, family, anything but them..." Beatrix sat forward with attentiveness. "Go on." "I was like that for years, and then after a particularly brutal break up, I swore off dating... until I met one guy. He was actually nice. Like real nice, not just fake nice, he had a nice family, two sisters that treated me like I was not just the person dating their brother, but another sibling of theirs as well... My family loved him, his family loved me. I was a princess..." There was a somber expression of Beatrix's face as he knew just the type. She wanted to smile at the idea of Jordan in a princess' dress, but knew that his human appearance probably wasn't the same. In fact he was probably an effeminate man considering how well he knew how to wear women's clothes. He had known the type of person that Jordan was, he dated a girl like him once, they broke up, but she sadly died in a car accident a few months ago. "I know the type. They just need a little love." "Yeah..." Jordan agreed. "But to people like us, a little love can seem like a lot. So I dated him for a long time, my first and only healthy relationship. I imagined a long life, getting married, having a family together, and growing old together." tear was in his eye. "But he didn't want the same thing. He wanted to marry me, and he wanted to grow old, but he didn't want a family... He just wanted to be us forever, just the two of us." Beatrix's mood shifted, she understood this all too well, the girl that she had dated when she was a guy wanted the same, and they just reached a point where they could go no further. Beatrix found herself oddly emotionally entangled to the vampire Jordan's story. "I've been there," She stood up, moved across the distance between them and sat next to Jordan putting a hand on his lap. "I know how painful that can be." She hesitated. "What was his name?" Jordan looked back at her with a bit of confusion. "His name?" He shook his head for a second as if clearing the cobwebs. "his name was Scott." She squeezed his name. "Scott must have been a special guy." Tears openly came out of Jordan's eyes, tinged with red. "Yeah he was." He took a moment to get a hold of himself. "So we broke up. We lost contact. And that was it for him." "Did you try-" He cut her off. "No." He paused. "I spiraled out of control for a while, Started dating some scum bags. But I felt like they were making me feel wanted again. I didn't feel love, I felt wanted though, and that seemed like enough... Until I met Michael. He took all those negative traits and cranked it to one-hundred. If a guy tried to talk to me, he would rip them to the side, whisper something in their ear, and they would run," he nodded his head. "the sex was intense, sometimes it hurt, like he forgot his strength, but I still felt wanted..." "He was abusive just like so many of the others?" "Yes..." he said with more than a little lamentation in his voice. "And for the first time I saw it, and I just didn't care. I liked being wanted. And I was afraid of being in a healthy relationship again," there was apause. "One night during sex he bit me. And I was suddenly in the know about vampires." "And it still got worse?" "Stanger." Beatrix's eyes lifted at the choice of that word. "How so?" "One of my ex-boyfriends-" "Not scott?" Beatrix asked. "-not Scott," she confirmed. "He found out I was dating someone else... dating Michael that is. And he screamed at me, little did I know a vampire could watch through someone's eyes if they bit, let alone possess them. The guy just punched me, I could barely see out of my left eye... and the world went black. I was in a dark room, I was in Michael's body. It lasted less than three minutes and everything went black again, and suddenly I was in my body, my ex was unconscious lying atop the hood of his pickup truck. He had been beaten soundly. Michael did it in my body." "I want to hate how he did that, but honestly I think that I respect him for protecting you." "Small comforts," he nodded. "Still as much as I would like to think it was love or respect, I'm pretty sure it was just vampire territorialism. I was his and someone else tried to break his stuff. You know the five year old playground reaction." Beatrix nodded. "I know it well." And she was starting to realize that even gay guys got shitty relationships as well. "I thought that was it, and if there were any more problems he would be able to save me," he said. "But you were wrong?" "I was wrong," he agreed. "About a month later it was around two in the afternoon. Traffic was a bit busier since schools were just getting out. I was just getting out of my car after picking up some groceries when I heard a skid sound, I looked up and saw a pickup speeding at me. It was my ex of course... I was about to run out of the way feeling that adrenaline spike, and this certainty I was about to die, when I was paralyzed for a second, my consciousness faded to black. And I was in Michael's body. Less than three seconds later, I felt something that I can only describe as a psychic 'snap,' and I screamed out, somehow I knew Michael died in my body." "Holy shit," Beatrix started, and after a brief pause put the last connection there. "And you were a vampire," She remembered the process that her grandfather had described for a vampire changing a human, and this was nothing like it... "Yeah... As far as I understand it. If I kept running I would have been fine. But when Michael felt my fear, and the adrenaline rush, instead of looking he just pushed his consciousness in to save me. But my body stopped for the couple precious seconds it would have needed to save itself. And he drove into my body so fast, that he crushed it against my car, and my body died instantly. And it was in that five to ten second window where he was not able to snap back to his body." "And now we have the vampire Jordan. Not the vampire Michael." "Yes..." he said. "It wasn't looked at as very strange to most as most vampires changed their names every ten to fifteen years. Most in the line don't even know what happened, the inner circle of his line know-" He paused in consideration. "My line..." And after the briefest hesitation continued, "And most are resentful. LIke I said, I expect an attempt at a coup when my grace period is over, if not several... "So what happened after that?" Beatrix asked. "The Vampiric higher-ups decided that I needed to be on sabbatical for a while as I trained my new abilities. I was isolated while training. They don't think I have what it takes, I don't have any vampire instinct, they don't think I'm cold enough for the job, they are convinced I will die at the end of my inheritance period, but they want to make sure the fight is fair." "How did you get out of your isolation?" "I think Krause and Flay had more to do with that. Both were close with Michael. Information came to them, they shared it with me." "Information?" Jordan looked like he was starting to regret bringing the conversation up. "Yeah, they thought they might have had a way of hardening me. Trying to bring out the ruthless side of me. Make a real vampire out of me." "A viciousness?" "Yeah. You remember I mentioned Scott?" He looked intently as if he had hoped that would be important. "Yeah, your ex." "Well, we got information that he died." Beatrix frowned. "I'm sorry, I know how that feels when you hear someone you loved deeply, still love... passes away... and there is nothing you can do about it." "He didn't just die, he was killed violently, and his body was unceremoniously discarded..." Beatrix's face contorted in a horrified and sorrowful way, as if she did not want to imagine such a thing happening to someone you care about, but also trying to be strong for Jordan. "There are no words for that... You must have been devastated... I wish I could say something to make it better..." He smiled and put his hand on her knee reassuringly. "I know." They smiled at each other for a brief moment, and he continued. "Scott's had a third sister that he didn't know about. She was taken at birth, and they finally found out where she was, she was a concubine for a vampire. Scott's grandfather was a hunter, and Scott apparently insisted on rescuing his twin sister so he joined his grandfather. Scott died in the struggle. His sister ran away with a succubus to a cruise ship..." As the final details clicked in place, Beatrix's mouth hung open... "but I never dated any men when I was still human..." she said with confusion in her voice. Jordan's voice looked confused. "I was a woman named Jordan, not a man." The pieces fell together in a way that made Beatrix feel dumb, if she realized Jordan had been a woman, he would have put it togtether sooner. "You were my Jordan?" she asked. Jordan nodded his head. "Yeah. I was." "And-" A look of frustration as she realized she had already forgotten 'his' name. "He was me?" "Yes..." he verified. Beatrix put her arms around Jordan's neck and squeezed. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me." Jordan sniffed, and echoed her statement with his own. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me." They hugged and held each other for a few moments, and finally Jordan said with a bit of humor in his voice. "I'm glad I waited for the less fun you to have this talk." "Yeah, me too!" she replied wiping away a tear of her own. "Damn female hormones..." letting out a little laugh. "It would have been sooooo messed up if I kept giggling at everything..." Jordan finally gestured to Beatrix's breasts. "So... wanna tell me how you ended up like this?" And so Beatrix opened her mouth, and started telling the story of herself, except the part where she couldn't remember her old male name... A few hours later the sun was up, and Beatrix woke up. Jordan was placed inside a body bag for its absolute darkness, and when the place landed, she was able to use a spinal board and carried him out on her own to a limo and they were off to a hotel. The vampire driver initially looked confused at how a human could carry a vampire body so easily, but the look of recognition in his eyes told her that he probably thought Jordan was possessing her... Once they were in, she double and triple checked that all the windows were adequately sealed so she could let Jordan out without any chance of causing him harm. She was well aware that she was overdoing it given that just yesterday, she had him in a storage closet with a door open in the day... but he did seem a bit apprehensive at the time. She unzipped the bag, and a couple seconds later, he let himself out. He thanked her and went to the refrigerator and found a couple bags of blood and ate his equivalent of a midnight snack... mid-day snack? There were several boxes in the corner. And Jordan saw her looking at them. "While you were busy fucking around on the ship I was making arrangements." She looked back at him with an evaluating stare. "Are you being literal, figurative, or jealous when you say 'fucking around?" He snorted a laugh. "I'll let you know when I decide... but I'm leaning more towards ironic." She nodded her head. "Okay.. So what's in the boxes?" "Clothes." "Ohhh.. sounds like fun... And yeah, Daphne totally commanded me to have an interest and enthusiasm for fashion." "I see," he responded. "That could have helped when we were dating and went shopping, you were always so bored out of your mind, unless i was picking out something that showed off a lot of skin." "Yep, I loved watching you in something skimpy..." A smirk. "So what do we have?" she asked, trying to shift from playful to serious. "I'll have to get used to being interested in seeing you in something skimpy." A pause and then he continued with, "A nice elegant red dress to get you in as my date. And under that I have some workout clothes in case we have to get physical," he said. Beatrix wanted to say, 'Don't get ahead of yourself,' about him getting used to seeing her, but decided to stay in the present instead... "Are we wearing matching red dresses this time?" "No, I'm going as a man, best not to make things strange too early, but don't worry, I'll give you a chance to have sex with me before then so we can make sure you are at full strength going in." Beatrix nodded her head. "Alright then, I guess you really did recover your masculinity back quickly when you drank blood." "If I was wearing the dress, I probably would have destroyed it as my bulk came back in seconds." "What time do we have to be there?" "Midnight." A couple hours passed, both Beatrix and Jordan managed to find time to find ways to feed on humans... They were both fueled, the tow of them also had sex as Jordan promised so that Beatrix was once topped off for her vampire-plus physical prowess levels... and Jordan fed yet again to restore his masculine form... Jordan did Beatrix's hair and makeup. They sat there quietly as he did, and she thought to herself about how when they were human how he never realized how good she was... granted Beatrix herself had become proficient in a single night thanks to one of Daphne's commands... But there was proficient, and then there was expertly extravagant... and Jordan was the latter. Some things were easy, it was hard to fuck up foundation... it was hard to fuck up blush... It was hard to fuck up lipstick, if you were looking in a mirror... Eyeshadow and mascara were doable, but required some skill and a mirror, eyeliner could get tricky, staying perfectly symmetrical, especially if you wanted that cat's eye at the end... Jordan was a marvel, not only was he quick, but he had the symmetry perfect. The woman that 'he' had dated was an insurance adjuster, she always was quick to get ready when they went out, she had a huge makeup collection in her bedroom, but beyond that 'he' never thought or even thought to ask what kind of background she had. Until now... Beatrix smiled. "You're good at this... Did you just practice a lot? Or...?" Jordan smiled back. "Right after high school I went to beauty school. I loved the idea of doing hair and makeup... makeovers... I got a job at a salon, which... long story.. Lead to me working at a local theater doing makeup for the actors and actresses who performed plays... then I met.. A guy..." His voice trailed off as he played with a makeup brush. "...He thought that was taking up too much of my time, so I quit the theater... but I was apparently making too many friends on social media with my salon job... So he talked me into getting a 'real job.'" He shrugged. "I guess the real one kinda stuck..." there was definitely regret in his voice... "I'm sorry. I wish I had noticed or asked about more of your past when we dated, I would have encouraged you to do what you liked." He nodded his head. "I know..." He paused. "Hell, even then I knew. I think I was afraid to tell you about things like that. You were so positive, you were actually trying to be good for me... and then I was afraid you'd be gone and the next guy would put me down in that mental hole again." "And I was gone." "And you were gone, and I was gone, but I was not bitter for the first time. You were kind, you were respectful, before we were official, during our relationship, the break up, and even the few times we ran into each other that should have been awkward." "They were awkward..." she said with a smile. Jordan's smile agreed. "They were awkward... but it was clear that you were trying to be kind. That was new." "Then you met Michael." "And now I have a dick," he added. "I have a pussy," she countered. "I noticed," a sarcastic observation. "Pretty warm and tight I've also noticed." Her eyebrow twitched. "Pretty warm? Or Pretty and warm?" He shrugged. "Yes..." She ran her fingers through her hair and flipped them off her shoulders in a playful dismissive fashion. "I'm a succubus, it's hard not to notice. Espcially when you take a beefy sexy man like you, and a fuck later looks hot in a dress of his own." Jordan raised an eyebrow. "I can't argue with that." Final touches to Beatrix's makeup were made and Jordan helped her into the red dress. This was not a dress for partying at a club like the ones they had worn the night before on the ship before the raid on the helicopter... This was a very expensive looking dress that went down to her ankles, though the high slit left her plenty of leg to show. She had a suspicion the dress would not survive the night and was a little sad that the carefully sewn sequins and embroidery would likely not survive the night. Someone clearly put a lot of time into this beautiful outfit. Her heels were high, but they had no straps, so when it was time to fight, she could potentially step out of them with little more help than the other foot. She looked into the mirror, and it was clear why Jordan was such an expert, her lipstick matched her dress perfectly, she had seen him playing with the colors on wax paper like an artist might... But Beatrix was shocked to see that even makeup colors could be mixed to some degree for the perfect shade. Though the shade of lipstick that went into her bag for touch ups was a slight bit darker, so she hoped that would not be needed. Her hair was pulled up, but curled at the top which dangled down on her shoulders giving a perfect -and if she guessed right, 'and enticing-' view to vampires. Jordan said if she wasn't using her pheromones, that her initial appearance made her seem to be human, steady heartbeat, warm temperature and other subtle things... When she walked in, as long as she did not try to scent the air, no one would notice the new predator among them... 'predator,' she almost liked that.. Not so much that she thought of herself as a predator, but with her additional strength, she may have been a sheep in wolf land, but she was actually the big bad wolf in sheep land. It was eleven when the limo arrived outside the hotel. Beatrix's arm was wrapped around Jordan's arm... he wore a luxurious and expensive tuxedo himself. She knew underneath it, he wore a pair of workout shorts in case of combat, just as he knew that her dress was meant to rip at the seams under her breasts, and her undies were closer to a bikini bottom. Her succubus nature prevented her from feeling embarrassed about being naked, but they had no idea if there were vampires or other supernaturals that may be offended or enraged by them being completely naked as their clothes had limited their flexibility. They sat in the limo. They held hands as if they were still a couple from so many months ago... a time that even the last few days of events made seem like years. They were on their way to either rescue or backup Daphne. Jordan was potentially risking all out war with his line and that of Flay or possibly even Krause... Which was even more dangerous considering he did not have the backing of his inherited higher ups in his line... Tonight would make or break both of them, and they both knew it. They arrived at a posh looking mansion. They walked up the stairs under the moon's light along with several other couples. There was a man at the door and Jordan gave his name... the man didn't even look at the list. "Welcome sir," and gestured for them to enter. Clearly, Jordan was known in this house, probably as Michael, and they would assume Jordan is just his newest identity. And as they walked arm in arm, they entered the ballroom and realized there were easily over one hundred vampires in this room alone... To be Climaxed! Haha, why 'to be continued,' clearly with two chapters left, we are heading to the climax of this story! As always feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Don't leave me waiting! Kisses! Email: [email protected] Twitter: @Dyvia16 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=23024772 LiL: https://lockedinlace.com/members/mistressdyvia/ Copyright 2020 All rights reserved.