#dark lestat

Such a skittish little thing you are, jumping with every butterfly kiss Louis adamantly places between your warm thighs. His fingers nimbly smooth under your legs, big hands nudging your legs upwards. Lestat secures both of his hands under the juncture of your knees. Holding you up as if you weigh nothing so you’re elevated.

Now you lay against his chest with your legs spread wide open, unable to squirm or close them no matter how you strain. Such a compromising position, for such a blushing bundle of emotions you feel. Louis, so attentively smiles at you, his baby girl, so grown up.

Nothing can prepare you for how you feel when he thumbs at your wet slit through your panties. Squeaking, you bring your shaking fingers to your mouth, too shy to speak up but way too curious to not watch.

“Don’t be shy… you’re beautiful..”, Honestly responds Louis, his thumb stroking your throbbing clit as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Unintentionally your hips buck into his hand, whether you’re trying to move or get closer is unclear. Well maybe to you, but Lestat seems to know what you need.

Heavy kisses are stamped on your cheek, your neck, wherever he can smooch while whispering dirty things to you. His french accent is thicker, his words naughtier, the tips of your ears burn red.

“Quel vilain petit chaton, tu miaules si joliment pour ton Papan, pour moi…”

“Tu en veux plus ? Oui ? Poupée gourmande, où sont tes manières ce soir ? Hm~?

“Si désireux que vos pères, que votre innocence soit enlevée, comme j'aspire à vous ravager.”

All while Louis continues rubbing you through your panties, your wetness dripping so much the outline of your folds is perfectly visible. No longer can he deny himself his dark desire, he’s certain there will be no heaven for him after this. So why not indulge in you? His little angel crying out for more, even without words.

When he leans down to taste you, finally, oh finally you cum. Perhaps its the built up pleasure you held in for so long, but when you feel his breath puff out against your sensitive wetness? You tremble and moan in ways so very foreign to you, your mind melting as you experience an orgasm.

Clenching at nothing as if you’re pleading for him to come closer, and oh he does. Tearing your soiled underwear off so he can watch your body cry in pleasure for him. At the sight of your drooling flower, throbbing and clenching his fangs grow.

It’s like being a baby fledgling all over for him, the want, no, the need to drink. To feed, and now you are his sustenance, hid tongue wastes no time. Long languid strokes against your sensitive flesh, as you sing so beautifully for him.

Choked moans and whimpers you flow out mingle with sinful french words from Lestat. Yes this is Louis new version of heaven on earth. Perhaps immortality is not meaningless if he can spend the rest of his days with his mouth attached to the sweet, sweet taste of you.

Bountiful if your wetness, just when he laves up your juices you ooze more. Such a giving fruit you are, the scent of your arousal like an aphrodisiac, making him swoon like a drunkard. Louis eats messily, tracing your folds like he must memorize their shape.

Oh, and Lestat watches hungrily eager to involve himself in anyway possible. The way your mind is completely empty pleases him, he thinks of filling it with all the dirty ideas he has for you. Tempting but he quite likes the joy he receives from your unknowingness.

Instead he raises you up and down against Louis face from where he holds you under your knees. What delight you bring him as you arch your chest out, your torso squirms and your plush lips tremble at the onslaught. Louis pretty nose being humped against your virgin cunt, Lestat makes sure of it as he guides you up and down.

“Papa-“, Is all you can manage through erotic moans, how perfect you look. You might just pass out if it weren’t for how tight Lestat is holding you, grounding you down against Louis magical tongue. Chest heaving and toes curling you feel that floaty feeling coming again.

Whining your weak limbs move in vain, you can’t escape this. Never have you ever felt so good, too good for you to stay still. With each gulp Louis takes of your wetness, the overwhelming burning in your lower stomach comes back. Each lick on and around the sensitive bundle of nerves, the way he suctions his lips and works his tongue against your impossibly tight hole.

‘Oh non’ , Your own voice in your head drowned by the wet sounds of your messy little pussy being dragged to orgasm number 2. But your Daddy is always lingering within your mental, always. “Oh, yes” Retorts Lestat, him and Louis working in tandem to bring you unimaginable pleasure.

In no time at all your body is releasing all over Louis’ tongue, Lestat helping drive you down against it. Such a tight fit for his tongue you practically squeeze him out when you throb in the throws of your orgasm. Now you weakly tremble and moan with each exhale, your entire body feels so fuzzy and relaxed.

“Ah… It seems you broke our doll.” Muses Lestat as he holds your sleepy lax form in his arms soothing you with soft kisses to your face. Smiling, Louis wipes his very wet face on his sleeve,“She’s gon’ be just fine, aren’t you little love?” To which you sleepily hum but keep your head tucked under Lestat’s chin.

With heavy eyes you try to stay awake, but you feel so relaxed now it seems impossible. Sighing softly, your Daddy lays down in the coffin holding you close, comforting you. Your Papan holds you on your other side too, this at least is familiar to you.

As sleep finds you, you don’t rouse when they clean you up, nor when they help relieve each other in the same room. Watching your flushed sleepy face and taking turns with your soaked panties. Against there noses, Lestat finally tasting you on Louis’s mouth too. Oh certainly more is to come in the near future.