Chapter 340: We Aren't Vampires

All was silent as the flames of a campfire flickered, three people sitting beside it for either illumination or lack of options.

A woman with very long black hair sat to one side, her eyes open, while opposite her on the other side of the fire sat a man and a woman, and while the man was awake, the woman in the man's arms was fast asleep, the both of them covered in a thin sheet.

"So what happened, she offered you a teary apology," the single and naked woman said her voice full of mockery.

"Something like that." Was Seth's reply.

"You're pathetic, so after betraying you, a teary apology and boobs are all it took to send you lapping after her pussy, what a dog."

"Milk-producing breasts," Seth corrected looking down at Irene's breast, and then without hesitation he took up her right boob and began sucking, enjoying the sweet liquid that poured into his mouth.