Pam watched her "brother." He'd blocked her well enough. She glanced to his true sister; the wench only watched the pair, a hint of fang peeking out of her lips. She stopped circling and stared.
"You've slept with him?" Her hands on her hips as she appraised the Southern boy yet again. Her blue eyes moved over his body slowly, almost carressing, studying, while her mind put their bodies together to see just how well that would work. Pam could have and had had sex with anyone, and it had been sometime since she'd let someone like this into her bed without it ending in a cruel joke.
"Or you and your human." She moved closer. "Are you their little fuck stick?" Her hand on quickly on what he'd tried to protect only moments before, the grip not vice like, but it could be easily. He might be trained, but she had age on her side - she was more powerful, more cunning, and faster.
"It is a nice fuck stick - is that what they call a penis here?" The pastor's sister asked, seemingly unconcerned for her brother's anatomy. "He is still learning to share in the bedroom, but he is very giving. His hunting skills are atrocious. He can run after us, but he has no skills with dinner."
The Pam who was still handling the pastor's goods seemed to be judging things by feel now. "Have you ever fucked us? Spent the night with our Maker?" She pulled him carefully down by his shirt, careful not to hurt him...yet. "Have you ever wanted to?"