#dark louis

The air suddenly feels stiffer than usual in what’s usually your safe place within the coffin you share with both men. You hold your breath as you watch Louis’ tongue, laving your wetness on your own fingers.

And no, you dare not look at your daddy Lestat! Whose very presence, looming behind you springs goosebumps upon your uncharacteristically warm skin. No instead you stay focused on your Papan, his gentle green eyes now filled with a hunger you know well enough.

Similar to the looks he’s given Lestat all your life, when he thinks he’s being so clever. Not saying the quiet part out loud, though the lingering touches they give each other are telling. The noises you overhear with your sharp senses when they put you to bed early come later.

So, yes you know the look, but now it’s on you. The feeling in your lower stomach that makes you squirm returns stronger as his wet tongue grazes your finger tips. It seems your body is on fire, and his small touches your only relief.

The sound of your heart pounding in your ears causes you to startle when Lestat gently strokes your soft hair. An innocent gesture that puts you on edge. Ever so gently he smiles though you can feel the smug condemnation that lays in his charming blue eyes.

It feels more like a taunt than scolding as he leans closer, “Lying is so unbecoming of a young woman, to your fathers no less,” his clawed finger tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before tracing the line of your jaw.

With fluttering lashes, you search your mind for an excuse, maybe an apology? Nevertheless your two fathers are quick to regain all control. “We’re not mad Mon Cher,” Soothes Louis, like he does all too well when Daddy is too scary for you to handle. This time however, his strong hand massages the softness of your exposed thigh making you shiver.

“Non? Not mad but- Daddy is very disappointed with his little dove,” Chides Lestat, slyly slipping right behind you so your back is against his sturdy chest. “Do you not trust us to guide you through such.. intimate truths?”, Is his dramatic response we his hands gently but steadily cup your waist, dragging up slowly to feel each tremble until he’s just below the swell of your aching chest.

Yes, no breathing feels impossible as you are trapped between your fathers in a way that’s too foreign to coin safe. “Non, well- I was just-“ Stumbling for a answer is swiftly interrupted by a temperamental Lestat, “Just don’t trust us anymore? What’s next, you hate me and your papan ? Is that it?”

Shaking your head fast with teary eyes is what gets Louis to ease tension yet again. “No, you trust us don’t you baby bird? You know we can make it all better…” Soft green eyes await your response but gage every little tremor you make when his fingers drag further up the skirt of your dress.

A shy nod is all you can manage not trusting yourself not to start the waterworks. “Hm… Papans right, you’re just a sweet little thing… you’ve no clue what’s going on with such a beautiful body.” A gentle squeeze to both your breasts in his palms makes you gasp and pant. So tender yet the ache is delicious enough to make you want more.

His eyes are low as you arch your back off his chest with every grope to your chest. Writhing and moaning bashfully as each sound is groped out of you. Fingers grazing your stiff peaks to watch how you twist and gasp. Yet, his strong arms keep you caged in, as you get lost in pleasure he holds you as he temps Louis, like he’s done once before.

Placing kisses on the soft skin of your shoulder, Lestat locks eyes with Louis, his resolve in shambles as he watches his baby doll moaning. And Lestat smiles, like he does when he’s certain he’s already won. To add insult to injury he pulls the top of your night gown down letting your bust spill out. “I’d say shes just ripe for the picking…oui?”

Louis can only watch, all reasoning about waiting and it being too damned for him to taint his angel of a daughter is gone. As he watches the lovely flower you’ve blossomed into he’s more than surprised it took him this long to cave in. “You want this, little waif ?”, Asks your papan with desperation, either for you to return his desire or to be able to touch you.

With blown out pupils and elongated fangs against plush pillowy lips you nod, your shaky hand reaching out for him is more than enough for him to close the distance. When your fingers interlace he presses soft kisses to the outside of your hand, the skin tingling with each soft touch.

With skipping hearts and a hesitance thats unlike your Papan he kisses you, gently. Just like that he consumes your heart, your mind, you can feel your soul trying to reach out for his. Your very first kiss tastes familiar, blood, some sort of alcohol, and the undeniable scent of Lestat lingering on his lips.

Wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer, greedily savoring each movement of his soft lips and the way his slight stubble feels. ‘So this is what I’ve been missing out on’, you whisper in your swirling mind, like the feeling of Louis tongue against your own. Lestat laughs behind you, you feel it deep within his chest and Louis smiles but doesn’t dare stop exploring you.

You feel yourself being kissed dizzy, their hands roam around your soft body you can no longer tell who is who. Just gentle praised from Lestat, as he watches proudly. “My beautiful little sinners”, he teases yet watches you and Louis, almost proudly, his sharp eyes not missing a thing.

Groans from Louis ground you from feeling like you’re going to float away. Your much smaller tongue eager to mimic him, soft needy sounds muffled by his own mouth. As Louis pulls back, you actively chase his lips with a stifled whine in the back of your throat. The same throat that is being held in Lestats controlled yet eased grip, that may have something to do with how light headed you feel.

“Look at her Louis, how cruel have we been to ignore her needs?”, He thumbs at your damp and swelling bottom lip, raising his brows in amusement when you kiss his thumb. As you stare up at him looking absolutely ruined he draws closer, your noses grazing. “Mm, what a little minx we have created,” at that he presses your lips together, not as soft as Louis, with more fervor, more intensity.

The needy croon you let out makes him moan dirtily, squeezing the sides of your throat with just a bit more pressure. His restraint, though unclear to you, is so very apparent to Louis. Louis, who guides you to lay back against Lestat as he bunches the skirt of your dress up your hips.

You’ve no clue how tempting you look, making those sweet noises as Lestats tongue violates your mouth. Thrusting the wet muscle in and out your mouth like a preview for what’s to come next. And you, taking it, so very well as your hips writhe and stutter, wildly and completely out of your control.

Louis has to inhale deeply as his eyes see the soaked delicate cotton panties, the white ones that have a little bow at the center hemming. Now, he’s quite familiar with this pair, as he is with many that you own. Not just because your fathers do your laundry but well? Because of their twisted nature.

As you slept early upstairs in their coffin, like the sweet girl you were, Lestat had the same pair of panties wrapped around the head of his cock. With his legs spread on the same chaise lounge you cuddled up to them sleepily just moments before your slumber. Fisting it and smearing precum all over the pretty white fabric.

Louis’ nostrils flare as he remembers the sight, one of many dirty god forsaken moments of his new existence. And he recalls the way he drooled on his lover, through the material of your panties that once cupped your sweet flower. The combined taste was tantalizing he almost walked upstairs to get a taste directly from the source.

Seeing as though you are now eager between him and his love, well he can finally act selfishly (more than usual). Amusement swirls in Lestats lust filled eyes, he pulls his tongue out our wanting mouth and trails it down your throat.

Its clear he wants you to see what Louis is going to do to you with how his hand cups under your jaw holding you firmly in place. His other hand pulls your dress up holding it out the way, while still licking and sucking your neck. Fangs grazing the sensitive skin as you flush and moan.

“Eyes on papan, ma poupée… shh, I know, it’s too much already, I know..” Is his soothing response though his wicked smile aimed at Louis tells another story. He’s positively living for the way you whine and rub your thighs together. Doing all the work of tempting Louis to finally cave in for him, aren’t you such a darling daughter?