The choice is obvious, but it doesn’t quite follow the correct pathways in your brain to spur forward motion towards where they sit. Or simply evoke speech, even.  

“I think you do, don’t you, darlin’?” Ves speaks, reaching to gently rest his hand at your waist, IV leaning forward and taking your hand, pressing a kiss that burns hot against your inner wrist. “I think you just need us to take the lead with you, hmm?”  

“We can do that,” IV agrees, “we’ll take good care of you. Trust us, you’re in four very capable hands here.” 

He lifts your top, kissing along the little rise of your tummy towards your hip, Ves’s hands smoothing over your thighs. One threads between your legs, reaching up to tickle his fingers over your lower back. The heat of his forearm so close to your sex sullies your thoughts, turns them to pure dirt, imagining what it would be like to have two men play with you at the same time. 

“It’s fucking happening to you right now!” your thoughts scream, brain reconnecting as you lower your head and plant a kiss to IV’s lips. Heat blooms through you at the way he kisses, hungry but with finesse, tongue eagerly exploring your mouth. A hand curls at your neck, Ves teasing strokes, encouraging you over to his lips and kissing you so burningly, your legs buckle.  

“Steady, love,” IV chuckles, moving over on the bed. “Come lie down here, c’mon.” 

You do, and your heart begins to thrum with harder little skips to see them both looking down upon you, IV lifting your top to press soft kisses over your tummy, Ves softly biting your nipple through your clothes. “He meant it, you know. When he said we’d look after you. Lie back and enjoy yourself.” 

His lips pucker kisses along your collarbone, your fucking clavicle, of all places, and it sends a flush of heat straight to where IV’s hand has moved, rubbing at your sex through your jeans.  

“You’ve both done this before, haven’t you?” 

They share a smugly knowing glance. “Once or twice, yeah.”  

You seem to get the impression that IV’s reply might be underselling their experience a little. This is confirmed to you by the ease they tour your body with, Ves removing your top and making light work of your bra, IV taking your jeans and undies from you in a swift pull.  

“Oh, bloody hell,” he groans, eyes roving over your nudity, “fucking bangin’ body, babe.” His hands roam up from your hips, slowly dragging down, mouth lowering to scatter kisses descending slow from your navel. At your side, you share smoking, slow kisses with Ves, tongue rolling against his, only parting when you grasp his t shirt and pull it over his head.  

God, that body close up. Chiselled perfection, your fingers exploring the ridged, lean muscles, mouth meeting his again briefly. His hand rests beneath your chin, tilting your head back, mouth exploring from your neck to your breasts with slow, wet trawls of his tongue. His movements almost match those of IV, his tongue dragging along the apex of each thigh, making you keen for it to slip between them.  

“Really want my tongue...” he begins, pushing your thighs apart, blowing softly against your splayed sex, “right here, don’t you?”  

“Mmm, yeah,” you groan, your breath hitching at Ves’s teeth softly crushing the pebble of your nipple. “Fucking dying for it.”  

 His mouth ghosts over your slit, tongue darting in the faintest of touches. “See, I could make it easy for you, or I could tease the fuck out of you.” A lick runs up to your navel, and it sends you mindless, having him so close to where you really, really need him.  

“Please don’t,” you breathe, already foggy with need. “Need you, need your face pressed right up against me. Mmm, god, I bet you’re so good.”  

He knows you’re playing him, but if his forte is anything, it’s being a particularly wicked tease. “I am, you’re right. Still gonna make you beg for it, though.” 

You whine, eyes pleading, but not with IV, who makes a show of dragging his tongue so slowly up your inner thigh, the flesh trembles beneath.  

“Don’t look at me, I have zero control over the man,” Ves tells you, humming a soft laugh around your nipple. “What I will say is that he’s worth the wait, though. Trust me on that.” 

“Agreed and disagreed,” IV chirps, mouth still delighting over your flesh. “I’m worth the wait, yeah, but you do have control over me sometimes.” His hand moves then, pressing into his crotch. Oh. Oh? “Well, this big ole’ fucking swinger does.” 

Oh? 

He emerges then, looming over Ves with a devilish grin, the taller man rumbling a chuckle and hooking his finger around the pendant he wears, tugging him close. “Mm, but you like it when I hold you down and fuck you, don’t you?”  

Oh? 

He leans to his mouth, biting his lower lip, their tongues rolling together as they begin to kiss.  

Oh! Oh... wow. Oh, holy hell, that’s perhaps the most sexually arousing thing you’ve ever seen, two men so fucking beautiful, kissing one another with such slowly burning desire. IV pulls away from his mouth, and they both look at you, their laughter booming. 

“Look at her face!” he cries, leaning to you, kissing the side of your neck. Fuck, just the feeling of his body slotted against you threshes heat through your core, even more than the sight of watching him and Ves kissing.  

“Please do that again, fucking hell! I had no idea you two were, well...” you trail off then for a moment. “Maybe I did, actually. Your onstage antics kinda allude to it.”  

“Showman provocation is nothing compared to what I get up to with him behind closed doors,” Ves chuckles, looking at him with soft eyes. You see it truly then, that they’re obviously together, but very happy to welcome a woman to enjoy whenever the mood takes them. “But anyway, this is mostly about you, beautiful.” 

They kiss again, and it sends a little puddle to slick your folds, IV moving back to continue tantalising your thighs, Ves’s mouth gliding over every rise and fall of your gently quaking torso. Too many fingers for your mind to properly comprehend patter over your flesh, and it sends a tempest whirring through you, IV’s mouth once again inching dangerously close to your centre.  

You whimper, body pleading with him more powerfully than words, although you add a few for him. “Please, please,” you whisper, “I need you. Please!”  

He smiles, breath hot at your hip, fingers gingerly trailing over your mound, teasing strokes, not quite touching you. “Need me right here, hmm?”  

Your sex clenches so hard, it’s almost painful, longing for contact, to feel him right there. His thumb pushes, opening you around it, and you almost hit his nose with the force your hips stutter with, a splayed hand pushing you back to the bed, eyes transfixed upon the sight of your folds glinting in the low, amber light. “Mmm, fuck. You’re pretty, love. I was gonna make you wait, but I don’t think I can now I’ve seen you up close.”  

Still, he doesn’t dive right in, the tip of his tongue teasing licks over your outer lips, pressing the softest of kisses, making you keen just enough to almost lose your mind when the flat of his tongue drags firm through your folds. Ahhh, finally. The noise you make has his cock twitching, an almost violent jerk, pitching your legs over his shoulders as his hands stroke strong paths over your thighs, tongue settling into the wet of you.  

You go boneless against him, the feel of his tongue slowly dragging circles through your sweet petals sending prickles darting over your nerves, crying out when those licks begin to rotate on your clit, your nails digging sharp at the shaved hairs at the nape of Ves’s neck. His mouth glides over your throat, a bite placed, a suck following, your body lurching, his hand along with IV’s pushing you down again.  

“Told you he was worth waiting for, didn’t I?” he murmurs, fingers tickling up and down languidly between your heaving breasts. “As am I.” he then adds teasingly, mouth on yours, kissing a holy fever upon your lips.  

IV continues to utterly worship you with his tongue, fleshy rolls giving way to flicks delivered with the very tip, the speed he adds dizzying, falling back to slow, cheeks hollowing out when he takes a greedy suck at you, moaning low.  

“Fuck, you taste beautiful.” he groans, the sound deep, rumbling and sensual. 

The way he goes about it makes you feel like your brain isn’t engaged, tongue trawling, nudging at your opening, little flickers as he pushes your plush having slick heat coat his lips. The other mouth upon you begins to lower then, tongue swirling, circling your navel, IV peppering kisses over you a few more times before he emerges, both of them working in perfect sync with each other.  

Your streaming sex is only bereft for a short time, Ves’s mouth connecting just as IV places a hot kiss to your lips, a very firm tongue swiping hard slicks over your bud. Mmm, wow. While there was a little tease there with the shorter of them, the way Ves eats you is absolutely carnal, leaving you wanting for nothing from his mouth, hungrily devouring you. 

You shake, one hand reaching to tug within his hair, the other tugging at IV’s t shirt. They’re both still way too overdressed for your liking. He takes the hint and sheds himself, the sickle pendant around his neck tapping against his broad chest. While he isn’t defined like Ves, he’s still a feast for your eyes, your fingers running over the fine smattering of hair across his chest, trailing downwards, teasing at his hips.  

They buck against your hand, and you know he needs a little attention.

“Hmm, now,” you begin, mouth moving to his neck, your fingers unfastening his jeans. “I could be nice and play with your cock, or I could tease you with the promise of it, just like you did with me.”  

He grumbles in frustration, Ves chuckling around the hard suck on your clit. “Tease him, go on. He fucking hates being played at his own game.” 

IV’s eyebrows arch, nodding. “You can fucking shut up down there!”  

His words have you all laughing, your hand skimming over the bulge tenting his boxers. Oooh. That’s got some girth to it.  

“Just be prepared,” Ves then speaks, mouth moving to press kisses over your inner thigh, tongue dragging sensuously. “He’s got the prettiest dick I’ve ever bloody seen.” 

“Oh,” you hum, looking back at IV. “Have you, now?” 

“Show her,” the mouth returned between your legs encourages, IV getting up and stripping off. “See?” 

Good fucking god. Yep. You’ve never truly thought a cock could be classed as pretty before, but his? Oh, it’s fucking lovely. Flushed dark, of around average length, but so ridiculously fucking girthy you feel your walls tightening at imagining it carving into you.  

“I see exactly what you mean, mmm,” you purr as he joins you on the bed again, slotting himself in neatly at your side, pointing down at Ves. 

“And his is like a fucking anaconda!”  

It probably isn’t good oral etiquette to snort laugh right against a woman’s apex, but that’s what happens, Ves resting his forehead to your thigh as he laughs. “Yeah, fair.”  

He continues to lap at your hungrily, hard sucks on your bundle feeling like pleasure is flaying, his fingers moving to sink up into the deep wet of you. Lying there, kissing IV with scorching heat, you trail your nails up and down his chest, make him shiver, his hips jumping again when you deliberately avoid his cock and instead, begin tickling his balls instead.  

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting your lower lip. “Not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” 

You grin, tickling his cupid’s bow with your tongue. “I’m a fair woman. One who really wants you in her mouth.” 

A little position jostling takes place, Ves lying beneath where you arrange yourself on your elbows and knees between IV’s legs, continuing to bury his fingers deep within you as he offers hot slicks of his tongue over your aching bud.  

Your hands smooth down IV’s thighs, dropping a kiss to his hip before dragging your tongue up to his chest. You circle his nipples, biting, and the moan it pulls from his depths, holding eye contact with him as you suck your finger and then tease it in a barely there stroke along the underside of his beautiful, fat cock. 

It bobs against your touch, a blaze of need lighting his eyes, pupils inking as you kiss your way back down his body, your hips trembling with the force you’re sucked upon with. You can feel it, like thousands of tiny lights beginning to illuminate one by one, panting heavily as a rapid tongue works you hard.  

“Fuck yes, like that, oh!” you cry, every punch of his fingers and hard lash of his tongue forcing your pleasure to ascend sharply, until it burns like a forest fire and you howl through your release.  

IV raises an eyebrow, winking. “Good, ain’t he?” 

“Oh, he’s fucking incredible!” you gasp, shaking, overcome completely as the tongue between your legs gentles, but doesn’t stop. Recovering, you enjoy the soft little licks bestowed on you, hand grasping IV, a little amazed when your fingers don’t close all the way around him.  

This? It’s going to give you jaw ache.  

Holding the base of him firmly, you press your tongue flat, dragging it in a painfully slow lick up the underside of his shaft. His muscles twitch, a shuddered breath leaving his mouth, but oh, the groan you evoke when your lips wrap around the fat head of him and suck. His eyes roll back, head thudding back against the pillows while you continue to gradually, very slowly, increase the pressure, rolling your tongue seductively at the same time.  

Doing this, you inch your way down, jaw spasming as it stretches around him, your walls tingling, imagining him opening them, your hands smoothing up his chest to rub your thumbs over his nipples. His cock kicks against your throat, hips swaying as you pulse your mouth around him, dragging back slow, watching him losing his mind as you mouth begins to travel his shaft with languid, wet sucks.

He thickens even further, shivers racing up his spine, hands losing themselves in your hair as the resumption of Ves’s mouth sucking upon you with greed evokes your groans, groans that vibrate along every inch of his flushed shaft.

His chest rises and falls quicker, breathing tightly as you draw him deeply into your mouth once more, the fat heft of him pressing hard against your tongue. Desire bolts bright in your tummy, wanting nothing more than to climb astride him and feel the weight of his cock pushing deep within your dripping hole.  

You settle into the kind of rhythm that matches that of the tongue laving you, and it’s incredible, heightened even more so when Ves moves, casting off his remaining clothes and kneeling behind you.  

“Oh!” The cry tears from your throat at feeling many, many thick, hard inches arrow up into you. “Fucking hell, you’re huge!” 

“Told you,” IV chuckles, fingers stroking over your scalp, his body quivering. “Anaconda!” 

That anaconda fills you out so thoroughly, you can’t even make noise for a few moments, mouth hanging open in stunned silence as he fucks into you slowly, gently, getting you used to the sheer magnitude of his cock. Your mouth returns to IV, and you moan softly around him, the feel of being filled and emptied having your hips rocking back against the chiselled body behind you, his elegant hands coming to rest either side of your waist. 

He doesn’t add speed, the slow roll of his hips sending your brain to jelly, opening you, carving out your insides, the wet schlick, schlick, schlick sound of him pumping into your sopping core filling the room along with the three separate sets of moans. You’re all captivated by it, the sexual bliss blooming wildly, Ves suddenly reaching to grasp your neck and haul you up, cock slipping from you. 

“Mmm, get on him, darlin’,” he whispers, eyes finding IV’s over your shoulder as he kisses your neck. “He’s all cunt hungry, needs you to fuck him.”  

He reaches around you, grasps his cock, hand trawling it a few times. It makes IV fuck up against the clasp of his hand, shifting down the bed, Ves feeding his cock to your opening. You sink down, tummy rippling, mouth falling open. That stretch to take him? It feels even better than you’ve been imagining.  

Swaying against him, he hits you at every depth, hands clutching your hips, the man behind you by no means idle. His cock slots snugly between your bum cheeks, hands wandering over your curves, one sliding down to stroke waves of bliss on your clit, the other massaging your breasts in turn.  

It sends you delirious, to be – as they both vouched they could – taken care of so well by two men so sexually adept. No move is made in hesitation, IV’s fingers creeping up your body, pushing into your mouth as your inner muscles clutch around the heft of him, his hips steering you in a steady bounce.  

That steadiness gives way quickly, almost abrupt as he starts to fuck up into you with power, chasing the ignition of the flame first sparked by your mouth, Ves’s fingers circling with focused purpose on your bud, his teeth sharp at your neck. You match the movements of the man beneath you, hips rutting forward and back as he presses into you harder. 

“That’s it, beautiful,” he groans, and it’s all sin and grit. “Fuck me.”  

You do, driving more weight down against him, his chest heaving, eyes closing tightly as his muscles cord and he floods you with thick ropes of cum.  

“Fucking hell,” he pants, his smile borne of swimming in streams of bliss. “Fuck, you made me come so fucking hard!” He moves up beneath you, fingers stroking a path of heat from your cheek to your neck, kissing you with fever. “Your turn.” 

He exits you with a slippery pop, Ves plunging back in, pushing the hot streams of IV’s cum out to trickle over his cock as the latter moves down until he’s beneath you. You’re still feeling the fizz of your orgasm scald through your blood, the pleasure pulsing in tingle against the hot, rolling lick of his tongue against your clit. 

“Fuck,” you hiss, one hand gripping the back of Ves’s neck as you lean against his chest to steady yourself, the other sinking into the soft of IV’s hair. “Oh, you’re both fucking ruining me!”  

“Sweet ruin, though.” he hums, sucking on you, sending a flush of warmth streaking beneath your skin, tongue dotting against your clit as he tightens the pressure of his lips.  

God, how it is, the sensation akin to being simultaneously dismantled and rebuilt, shaking against them, the long, deep strokes from an incredibly big cock coupled with firm slicks of an eager tongue misting heat up your spine, the thrill of it almost biting in intensity.  

Your brain muddles, turns to static, the arms around you clasping when you slump, the power of his cock driving up into you sending bolts of neon right up your spine to swim in the bliss of your brain. You can feel he’s close, that massive cock kicking deep in the fluttering clutch, wild licks against your clit having you crying out as the ecstasy hits you like a freight train... 

“Hey, hey, you with us again?” 

Huh? 

Opening your eyes, you see IV kneeling in front of you, his eyes soft, concerned. You’re still grasped hard in the strong arms holding you up, head fuzzy. “You fucking passed out!” 

“I, I did?” 

IV chuckles, taking your hands in his, pressing kisses against your cheek. “Yeah, you did. I think you need a rest, love. C’mere.”  

He takes you back to the bed with him, and you slot in at his side, head rested to his chest, eyes still a little fuzzy. You feel Ves move behind you, a little empty now all that’s left of him within you is the cum you can feel slowly trickling out, his lips pressing soft kisses at the back of your neck.  

“Never made a woman pass out before,” he chuckles against your slick skin, obviously quite proud of that. That laughter is contagious, IV snorting before he cracks, you shaking with giggles between them. 

“Ahhh, we’re amazing!” he chirps, stroking your arm, his other reaching to offer the same to Ves. “And we’re only just getting started, too.” 

An appealing statement if ever you heard one. After all, it’s still early... 

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His hand slid from your waist upward, palm smoothing across your ribs, fingers spreading wide as though to feel each breath you drew. The contrast of his skin -- warm, rougher than yours -- made you shiver even in the still air. He kissed a path across your shoulder, lips dragging slightly, tongue flicking out now and then to taste the skin he'd just kissed. The kisses weren't hurried or mechanical; they were slow explorations, like someone trying to memorize a route by touch alone. You could feel the weight of his hair brushing your back as he moved, the rise and fall of his chest against you, the way he exhaled your name in a voice that rumbled more than he spoke. When he finally murmured "Good morning," it wasn't a greeting so much as a prayer, his lips still moving against the side of your throat. He shifted his hips, drawing you back against him, the heavy press of his thigh fitting between yours, his fingers drawing lazy circles just below your navel. The rain outside seemed to sync with the movement of his fingers, slow and rhythmic, and you realized he was coaxing you awake not just with touch but with the entire space around you, weaving scent, warmth, sound, and skin into a single cocoon.

His hand lingered low on your stomach, thumb stroking idly over the softness there, as though every curve was something sacred to him. He tilted his face to kiss just below your ear, the gentlest press of lips, before dragging his mouth lower, teeth scraping faintly over your neck. You could feel the tug of his breath, how his lips parted to suck, not enough to hurt but enough to leave your skin buzzing. Every shift of his body was deliberate, unhurried -- the slow grind of his hips into yours, the way his thigh pressed firmer between yours as though to coax them apart. The rhythm of the rain outside only heightened the intimacy; each drop against the windowpane sounded like punctuation to his movements. His murmurs came in fragments, each one pressed into your skin between kisses: "So warm here with you...don't want to let go...look at you, love, so beautiful even half-asleep."

When you finally turned toward him, your cheek brushing his chest, he was already waiting. His face hovered close, eyes soft but burning at the edges, and when his mouth found yours it was both sweet and consuming. The kiss dragged on slow, his lips moving with yours in long, deep puls, his tongue slipping past to stoke languidly against yours until you sighed into him. He kissed like a man intent on making you remember it later, drawing it out, stealing your breath in pieces. His hand slid higher, tracing the line of your ribs, then cupping your jaw with tenderness that belied the weight of his hold. He angled your face to kiss you deeper, thumb stroking beneath your ear, until you felt every nerve buzzing with the intimacy of it. When he broke away, it was only to press his forehead to yours, lips ghosting over your mouth as he whispered, "Mine. Always mine." And then he kissed you again, slower, sweeter, as though to prove it.

The warmth of his palm shifted lower, sliding from your jaw down the column of your throat with a touch so sure it made your breath hitch. He didn't squeeze, not yet, just let the weight of his hand rest there while his thumb stroked slow circles over the soft spot beneath your chin. His eyes stayed locked on yours, pupils dark, heavy-lidded, like a storm building behind glass. Outside, the rain deepened, a slow percussion that matched the subtle roll of his hips against yours. The thin cotton of the sheet dragged over your skin as he moved, warm from both your bodies, his thigh still nestled between yours, coaxing them wider. He bent his head again, mouth open against your collarbone, tongue sweeping a wet line up to the hollow of your throat before he kissed it shut. The sound he made -- a low, content hum -- vibrated through your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt the shift in him when his kisses moved lower, from reverent to hungry. His mouth worked at the edge of your shoulder, teeth scraping, then sucking, leaving damp, red marks blooming on your skin like wildflowers after rain. His hand slid down to your hip, fingers curving hard enough to leave prints, pulling you tighter against the insistent swell pressing against your thigh.

He dragged his mouth back up to your ear, breath ragged now, and whispered, "I need you."

The words were rough, almost a growl, but there was still a sweetness underneath them, like he was confessing something rather than demanding. His hips rolled forward again, slow but heavier this time, the movement dragging a quiet, involuntary moan from your lips that he caught with his mouth. He swallowed it greedily, kissing you harder, teeth grazing your lower lip until it trembled between his. The entire room seemed to shrink down to the sound of your breathing, the rain outside, and the deep, deliberate rhythm of his body drawing you awake.

The kiss broke only when he needed air, his lips dragging wetly from your mouth down the slope of your jaw, leaving a trail of heat and saliva that cooled in the draft of the room. His hand at your hip shifted, long fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, exploring slowly as though savoring the reveal of bare skin inch by inch. His touch was firm but reverent, tracing the dip of your waist, pausing at the edge of your ribs, mapping you with the patience of someone who wanted to relearn what he already knew. Every pass of his palm left goosebumps in its wake, your skin arching up into his touch, your breath catching in soft, uneven bursts. He pressed a kiss just below your ear and murmured, voice hoarse with sleep, "Every inch of you belongs to me...every morning, every night." His words sank in as deeply as his hands did, a vow whispered into the quiet.

When he finally pulled your shirt higher, baring more of you to the dim golden light, his mouth followed the path of his hand. He kissed lower, slow and deliberate, each press wetter than the last until his tongue swept a lazy curve over your chest. He mouthed at you with unhurried hunger, sucking lightly, then pulling back to watch your reaction before diving in again. The scrape of his teeth was faint but deliberate, leaving little shocks of pleasure that melted into warmth. His other hand came to your throat again, fingers curving around the column gently but possessively, his thumb brushing along your pulse as though counting it. The weight there forced you to tilt your head back, mouth parting in a small gasp he immediately rewarded by dragging his lips up again, biting at your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. The dual sensation of his hand steady at your throat and his mouth marking every inch of you left you trembling, trapped between being cherished and being claimed.

He lingered at your neck as if addicted to the taste, his mouth working with a slow persistence that left you tingling everywhere his lips had been. Each kiss sank deeper, wetter, followed by the faint scrape of teeth, until your skin carried a constellation of marks that throbbed warmly under his breath. The sound he made when you shivered -- half laugh, half growl -- poured straight into your bones. His hand tightened at your throat just enough for you to feel the shift in power, a reminder that his tenderness always carried a darker edge.

"So good for me," He whispered against your skin, the words smudging into the damp spot he'd just licked. His hips rocked against yours again, heavier now, a rhythm building even as he held back, teasing you with promise rather than giving you all of it.

The mattress creaked as he adjusted, bracing his weight with one arm while the other dragged your thigh over his hip, spreading you open beneath him. The sheets twisted, wrapping around your calf, while the heat of his body blanketed you. You felt the hard length of him pressing insistently against you through thin fabric, the thickness undeniable even before he entered you. He ground against you slowly, deliberately, his cock dragging over you until slickness dampened the barrier between. Each grind was accompanied by his mouth finding another part of you to worship -- your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your lips, the hollow of your throat. He whispered between the kisses, voice deep and shaking with restraint: "I could live here forever...inside you, under your skin...mine." The words made your pulse hammer against his thumb where it still stroked idly at your throat, syncing with the steady, possessive roll of his hips.

The pressure of his body settled fully over you, heaving in a way that felt protective and consuming all at once. His chest pressed into yours, every inhale of his lungs expanding against your ribs until you could feel his heartbeat reverberating through you. His hand, still firm at your throat, tilted your head just so -- enough for him to claim your mouth again, his kiss slower this time but devastatingly deep. He swallowed your breath, your little noises, coaxing you to open wider for him. His tongue slid languidly against yours, teasing, tasting, retreating only to push in deeper again until your head swam. The rain outside beat steadier now, a muffled applause for the rhythm he was building between your bodies, a syncopated backdrop to his every move.

When he finally pulled back from your lips, a thin thread of saliva stretched between you, glistening in the dim morning light before breaking against his chin. He didn't wipe it away -- he seemed to savor the sight, eyes dark with hunger as they flicked over your face, down to your parted lips. His free hand left your thigh only to push the last barrier away, tugging down the fabric until there was nothing separating his cock from you. He pressed in slowly, deliberately, the thick head sliding through slickness before breaching you in one unhurried thrust. The stretch stole the air from your lungs, a cry catching in your throat only to dissolve into a shudder when his hand squeezed just enough to remind you of his hold. He sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against yours, his breath ragged in your ear.

"There you are, he rasped, voice almost breaking. "So tight around me...fuck, you were made for this."

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, unmoving except for the tremor in his breath and the subtle twitch of his cock as your body adjusted around him. His forehead pressed to the curve of your shoulder, damp strands of hair clinging to his skin where sweat had already begun to gather. He kissed you there -- soft, reverent -- before dragging his lips lower, biting gently at the place where your neck met your shoulder. The drag of his teeth sent a shock racing through you, and when your body clenched in response, he groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating into your bones. His hand at your throat tightened fractionally, the weight of it grounding you as much as it claimed you, while his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.

When he started to move, it wasn't with speed but with unbearable depth. He pulled out slowly, letting you feel every inch leave you, before sinking back in with a rolling thrust that made the mattress creak beneath your bodies. The sound of him filling you was obscene in the quiet -- slick, wet, perfectly timed with the rhythm of rain against glass. His lips moved over your skin constantly, as though he couldn't bear to stop tasting you: biting, sucking, whispering into every mark he left behind.

"That's it...take me...just like that," He muttered against your throat, his words broken up by his own gasps. Each thrust grew a little rougher, a little more insistent, the lazy rhythm sharpening until the bed shook with it, the air thick with the smell of sweat and sex. His thumb stroked lazily at your pulse, a steady counterpoint to the relentless drive of his hips, as if he were reminding you that even while he broke you open, you were safe in his hold.

The tempo of his thrusts shifted gradually, each stroke gaining force until the bedframe tapped a steady rhythm against the wall. His breath was ragged in your ear, each exhale spilling hot and damp across your skin before breaking into a low growl when your body clenched down around him. His hips snapped forward with a sharper edge now, the slap of skin on skin mingling with the slick sounds of him driving into you. You could feel him everywhere as he kissed along your jaw between thrusts, kissing so deep inside you, messy and desperate. When his teeth caught your earlobe, tugging, you gasped, and he laughed quietly, dark and pleased, before murmuring. "That's it, angel. Give me those sounds. Every one of them belongs to me."

The hand at your throat squeezed harder, not cutting off air completely but claiming all control over the angle of your head, over the way your breath hitched as his grip adjusted. His other hand dug into your hip, pulling you back onto him with every thrust so the impact went bone-deep. The weight of him pressed you into the mattress, the sheets twisted under your fingers as you tried to ground yourself against the sheer intensity of it. He leaned closer, mouth pressed to your shoulder, kissing and biting in alternating bursts of tenderness and hunger.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, the words broken and raw, "taking me so deep -- ahh, fuck -- you're perfect for me." His voice was rough velvet in your ear, the praise both gentle and filthy, each word tethering you tighter to him as his pace built towards something merciless.

His rhythm turned ruthless, each thrust driving you deeper into the mattress, the frame groaning in protest with every slam of his hips. The sound filled the room -- wet, heavy, obscene -- layered over your own cries that slipped free no matter how you tried to swallow them down. His grip on your throat shifted, thumb pressing against the underside of your jaw, tilting your head back so your mouth hung open. He watched you like that, his eyes burning, chest heaving as he pounded into you. "Look at you," He rasped, his voice shaking with the force of his thrusts. "So good for me...taking every inch like you were made for it." His words hit just as deep as his cock, each syllable vibrating against your skin as his mouth claimed your neck again, biting down until you gasped.

Your nails dug into his forearm, into the sheets, into anything you could reach, but he only growled at the sting, hips snapping harder as if your desperation spurred him on. His hand dragged from your throat to cradle your jaw, forcing you to turn and meet his mouth. The kiss was brutal, teeth clashing, tongues colliding, his groans spilling into your throat as he fucked you through it. He broke the kiss with a wet sound and immediately buried his face against your shoulder, biting hard enough to make you cry out. He shuddered at the sound, thrusts going erratic for a moment before he steadied himself, grinding into you so deep you swore you felt him everywhere. “Mine,” he growled into your skin, voice guttural, unrestrained. “Every fucking inch of you is mine.”

Your body couldn't hold back any longer -- the relentless drag of his cock inside you, the grind of his hips against your sweet spot with every pounding thrust, the pressure of his hand at your throat and the heat of his mouth on your shoulder -- it all crashed down in a wave so violent it stole the air from your lungs. The orgasm tore through you raw and unstoppable, your back arching hard into his chest, your nails raking down his arm as your vision blurred with tears. You sobbed his name, voice breaking into stuttered moans as your body seized and pulsed around him, the wet squelch of you clamping down only spurring him deeper. He growled at the feel of it, hips never slowing, his thrusts pounding through your climax until the overstimulation had you shaking, crying, gasping for air against the press of his palm.

He tilted your face toward him, and when his eyes caught the tear tracks streaking your cheeks, his whole body shuddered with need. His jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his temple as he rasped, "I know, I know...just a little bit more, baby. Just hold on for me." His voice was wrecked, desperate, every word tangled with the guttural sound of his pleasure as he drove into you with bruising force. His thrusts lost their practiced rhythm, turning frantic, messy, each one shoving him impossibly deeper as if he was trying to fuse himself into your body. The bed rattled violently under the force, his hand squeezing your throat harder, his other arm locking around your waist to hold you in place for the onslaught. Every sound from your lips -- every sob, every broken moan -- fed his frenzy, until he was fucking you like a man starved, hips slamming forward with such ferocity you thought you might break apart all over again.

Your body was still trembling, clenching around him in fluttering aftershocks that wouldn't stop, and he was unraveling with every pulse. IV's breath tore out of him in ragged gasps, his forehead pressed into the curve of your neck, hair damp and sticking to his temples as if he were burning up from his need for you. His thrusts lost their precision -- wild, frantic, impossibly deeper than before, the sound of his hips slamming into yours loud and wet and unrestrained. His hand at your throat shook with the force of his grip, not from control but from his own undoing, his thumb pressing hard into the hollow beneath your jaw as if anchoring himself there.

"Fuck--fuck--I can't--" The words snarled out against your skin, half curse, half prayer, broken with the sharp catch of his breath.

Every time you gripped him tighter, he groaned so deep it sounded like it was dragged straight from his chest, his cock jerking inside you as if he was already on the edge. He pulled back just far enough to slam into you again, the impact shaking the frame, the headboard rattling against the wall with brutal rhythm.

"So fucking tight, I can't hold it -- ahh, shit -- don't let me go, don't you dare," He babbled against your ear, his voice ragged and raw, almost incoherent with the force of it. He lifted his head just enough to look at you, to see the tears still wet on your cheeks, and the sight broke him open further. His eyes went glassy, his mouth twisting as if the pleasure was too much to bear. "Baby, please -- fuck -- please, just a little bit more, let me -- ahhh -- let me have it," He begged, hips pistoning hard and so fast that the whole world narrowed to the sound of skin slapping, the slick drag of him inside you, and the frantic, desperate way his body clung to yours like he might die if he stopped.

The desperation in his body bled into yours, every brutal thrust dragging you higher even though you’d thought there was nothing left in you. The wet smack of his hips meeting yours echoed in the room, mixed with your ragged cries and his broken growls. His hand clamped around your throat shook with the violence of his need, his thumb pressing into your pulse. His breath was hot and frantic in your ear, words tumbling out between gasps, “So close—fuck—I can feel you—don’t stop, don’t stop, baby, give it to me, cum with me, please.”

Your body clenched down on him again, hard and sudden, your orgasm ripping through you so fiercely it tore a sob from your throat. The tears blurred your vision, your mouth open in a soundless cry as you spasmed around his cock, milking him with every wave. That was what broke him—your body gripping him, your tears shining in the dim light, your voice cracking on his name. He let out a guttural snarl, his whole frame jerking as he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing hard inside you.

“Fuck.... ahhh, yeah. Fuck me.” 

It isn’t you those words are directed at, but god, it burns golden through you all the same. Before you saw it right there in front of you, you never much considered how arousing the sight of two men fucking would be. Watching as IV lies flat to the bed, his mouth locked between your legs as he’s railed from behind by Ves, though? Oh, it’s hot. Dirty, sinful bliss, making your mouth water, your hands fisted tight in his hair as he utterly ruins you with his mouth.  

He has you aching with pleasure, already driven to more orgasms than you thought your body could withstand, another gleaming up over your horizon like a breaking dawn, the light of it sublime, IV sucking the goddamned soul from you as you buck against his face. His own undoing is upon him, and you make him sit up, arranging yourself before him and taking his cock in your mouth.  

His thighs tremble with it, near out of his mind as he’s fucked and blown, yours and Ves’s hands trailing blazing paths over his sweaty chest, the latter kissing the side of his neck, one hand rooting in his hair and pulling, until he bends like a bow.  

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he groans in his ear, turning his head, kissing him with torrid, scorching heat. “So tight on my cock, fuck. Gonna blow your damned back out.”  

You can feel he’s getting close, his moans gone to gravel, using your hand on his cock as your mouth slips back and forth upon the head, feeling him pulse.  

“Yeah, fuck my mouth.” you encourage, and he does, pounding into you with unfettered vigour, the lightning forking up his spine as he spurts onto your tongue, Ves grinding out every last skittering wave of his own release into him deeply after a few further moments. 

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” IV pants, heart hammering in his chest. “I think you broke me!” 

“Did you pass out, though?” you tease, both men laughing as you sit up, hands wandering over their bodies, your lips pressing hungry kisses at IV’s throat. “Because unless you did, you ain’t broken.”  

“I think you’re just as proud of that now as we are, aren’t you, darlin’?” Ves speaks, easing from him gently before flopping forward on the bed. “Fuck, I’m wrecked.”  

You move to sit astride him, tongue gently trailing over his sweaty back. He’s just as chiselled there as he is on his chest, too. “I think we could all do with a shower.”  

The large enclosure in the bathroom of their hotel room will easily fit three people, you happened to notice while in there taking a wee earlier in the night. Hopping off the bed, you go through and switch it on, the water heated up by the time you feel two arms wrap around you.  

“Absolutely fucking ruined me, you have,” IV groans, biting your earlobe.  

You lean back against him, hand reaching to weave into his hair. “Not too much, I hope?” 

“Mm, nah,” he confirms, pushing you forward into the enclosure. “Definitely not so much that I won’t be able to fuck you right here in the shower.”  

That’s one hell of a refresh rate, you have to say. 

“And Ves?” you ask, the water hitting your sweaty skin, feeling like a prayer trickling over your body, sanctifying you, although you doubt with anything lasting in purity with how the man who corralled you in there looks at you. 

“Snoozing. Give him ten minutes.” 

Your mouths crash together, a hungry fight of teeth and tongues as your back hits the tiles, his hands roaming over your skin.  

“How’d you want me to fuck you, princess?” Oh god, your insides just turned to embers, hearing him call you that. “Bend you over, or pick you up and drop you right down on my cock?” 

Again, your brain goes muddled, his mouth moving to your neck, hand pushing to your apex and dragging slow strokes over your clit. Fuck. This man. Fuck. 

“I think I need to be dropped on it,” you purr, and he chuckles filthily in your ear. 

“Mm, I was hoping you’d say that.”  

He delights you with a few more strokes, little glimmers tingling on your clit. Your heart thunders with excitement as he lifts you, your legs splaying out as he pins you with his chest, your thighs resting over his forearms, strong hands grasping your bum. Your kisses resume, molten and syrupy, full of longing and need as he buries himself within you to the hilt, knocking breath from your lungs, gasping against his lips. 

He starts steadily, giving you himself with even strokes as he watches you intently, forehead resting to yours, hands kneading your bum. He evokes a little gasp to flutter from your mouth, a hard daggering of his hips knocking his cock right against your summit, tingles driven deeply.   

You’re alight with incandescence as he begins to speed up, the pleasure biting, his full length stroking your walls, sensations streaking through you. He’s a feast for your eyes, looking truly beautiful to you, soaking wet and sexy with it, his smoky blue eyes blown with lust as he continues to stare with intensity unmatched. 

As the pleasure builds, your thighs tense, your inner walls tightening around him in an aqueous grip, IV driving into you like a piston to overcome the strength of that wet clench, delivering your ebullience as you begin to cry out. Every breath is laboured, the exertion culminating as his thrusts reach staccato, the golden burn of your undoing shining over your horizon as he fucks you there, his own release shot in thick ropes deep in your slippery core.   

And to think, your intention was to come in here and calm down? Hah.  

“Bloody hell,” he pants, setting you back down, cock slipping from within your slightly sore walls. “Can’t get enough of being inside you.”  

Well, that’s apparent. “Do you ever get fucking tired?” you cry, kissing him, nuzzling his beautiful face.  

“He does, eventually,” Ves speaks, entering the bathroom and sliding in the enclosure door open, stepping in with you. “Just not for a long time.”  

He offers a kiss to IV, moving to you, arms wrapping you up, encompassing you entirely. IV moves behind you, and they both coil around you, mouths delighting you in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Hands roam, soap bubbles soon cascading down, your bodies cleansed of sweat and cum, but the sin of it sticking to your skin as you stand between them, turning from one to the other and receiving kisses steeped in soft heat.  

Once out from under the water and semi-dry, they return you to the bed, lying your body between theirs, the press of their flesh beading pleasure to trickle beneath the surface of your skin. Mouths and hands wander, both roaming over your body, Ves settling between your legs to gild your folds with a long, slow, flat slick of his tongue. 

While he eats you fervently, his fingers tease, tickling your opening until you’re mewling for something deeper, IV’s tongue tracing hotly around your navel as he rolls your nipples in tight pinches.  

“Mmmm.” Your blissed-out moan echoes out from your parted lips, Ves finally taking mercy on you and sliding his finger all the way in, curling it, stroking your g spot as IV moves to suck each furl his fingers made pebble tight, the absolute divinity of it sending little swells of nirvana tumbling through you.  

One finger becomes two, a third sliding in, then a fourth, watching you parted wide around him, the rapid flicking of his tongue sending you into skies of cloudless bliss, your hand clasped at the back of his head as he licks you to a truly beautiful ruin.  

“Are you having fun down there, seeing if you can get a whole hand inside of me?” you purr, gritting a little bit, Ves looking at IV and nodding in the direction of the lube bottle, the latter reaching for it and passing it down the bed, the former coating his hand in it thickly. 

“Mmhmm, I am for what I have in mind.”  

You raise an eyebrow. “With you two, I have an inclining that could be anything!”  

He chuckles softly, pushing against you a little harder, his lust tripling as his knuckles begin to vanish within you. “I want to get you all stretched out, enough to take us both right up here in this beautiful little cunt.” His lips press a kiss to your clit, winking at you he runs a slow circle around it with his tongue, IV moving to kiss sugared embers at your neck.  “It’d be incredible, if you could.” he groans, fingertips stroking your inner thighs. 

You shrug slightly, beginning to smile. Two cocks stretching you out? Now, there’s a sensation you’re willing to attempt. “I’ll try anything once.” 

“Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that.” He murmurs, breaching you deeper, your muscles stretching to accommodate him. It’s tight, but your body becomes willing to it, his fingertips pattering against your walls, sending little tingles through your entire core. 

“Bloody hell, that’s virtually my entire hand up in you. God, that looks so hot.” His pretty lips wrap your clit in a warm suck, pleasure streaking through you, his hand easing back and forth as you share kisses with IV, your hand slipping down to grasp his cock, tugging deftly over the silken iron of him, pulling gravelled grunts from his throat.   

You feel very, very empty when Ves gently removes his hand, coming to lie on his side next to you, lifting your leg over his hip. You feel a little nervous, and he sees it in your eyes, dousing his cock in lube before he passes the bottle to IV to do the same. “Don’t be scared, darlin’. We do this at your pace, okay?”   

You nod a little nervously, turning your head to IV, receiving a smouldering kiss of deep-seated need. To start with, it’s solely Ves who slips within you, giving you a few minutes of slow arrowing as he kisses you, his mouth finding IV’s, the latter’s hand wandering down to rub at your clit, stroking Ves’s cock as it slips back and forth.

He then retreats until he’s shallowly still in you, IV’s body pressed tight against your back as you feel his fingers reach down to the soaking mess of your petals, his lips peppering sweet, lusty kisses upon your shoulder.  

Those fingers scissor you wide, the head of his cock pushing in, his hand retreating to grasp the base of himself, ready to guide in further, but remaining in pause after hearing you hiss a breath quietly. You’re so eager to take them both, but god. It’s such a stretch. “It’s alright, babe. Relax, we’ll take it slow.” he whispers, kissing your cheek softly, Ves keeping completely still, the feeling of your warmth surrounding him along with the tight press of IV’s cock a little overwhelming.   

“You okay if I move again?” IV asks, his fingertips circling your nipple, kissing your neck as he arches his against the tickle of Ves’s fingers, turning his head to suck them.   

“Keep it slow.”   

He nuzzles you gently. “Of course, princess.” He inches in carefully, pushing gently against the resistance of your muscles, stopping immediately when you whimper. “I’m sorry, fuck. You’re doing so well. We don’t have to rush it, though. I’ll just stay here until you’re ready.” His hand moves from his cock, fingertips beginning to swirl over your clit, that little glimmer of pleasure misting up your spine, IV knowing it’ll relax you. He feels your walls flutter and slacken, your mouth leaving Ves’s to turn back to him.  

“Okay, ready now.” you confirm, your voice soft, submissive to them both, and it makes fire flicker in the very depths of him, but he doesn’t let it blaze, slowly pushing up into you, Ves beginning to move too. “Keep going.” Your instruction spurs them both on when your little hisses bring them to a halt, both carefully inching up into you, until you’re completely full.  

“Mmmm, good girl,” Ves praises, kissing you with heat. “Fuck, that feels so amazing, with you right up against me, too.” he then adds to IV, their mouths meeting.   

The tandem of them is soft, slow, but white hot, both moving gently, so gently against one another inside you, the sensation sizzling over your nerves, a summer bloom chasing the spring frost away. The lewd squelch of them jointly fucking you, coupled with your moans, is the most sinful orchestra you’ve ever heard.  

The pleasure of it surges, nerves flicking into embers, reducing you to ash, little shocks jumping up your spine, IV’s fingers still stroking your clit as he gently bites your neck, your tongue rolling against Ves’s as you kiss each other with scorching need.   

They gain a little momentum, but it doesn’t shift up any faster than sumptuously slow, the velvet of your cunt fluttering around them as you begin to pant, lightning striking and sending bolts right up your spine as you cry out, taking them with you, all three of you staggered by how it felt to come constricted together in such a tight, hedonistically erotic bind.  

They both gently slip from you, but your bodies remain close, hands stroking one another as you feel yourself settling into sleep.  

“Rest now, beautiful,” Ves murmurs, arms wrapping you in a warm embrace. “Come the morning and trust us, we’ll find a few new ways to ruin you all over again.” 

As you drift off, you’ve never been so excited to wake up again in all of your life. 

“You fucking what?” he virtually yells, laughing a little. “It ain’t fucking hard to do!” 

A soft snort of laughter sounds through your nose. “Tell my exes that.” 

“Fuckin’ will if you ever point ‘em out to me.” Scratching the back of his neck, his biceps bulge, and it sends a little shiver through you. “Right, I suppose that’s my first job, then. When you finally let me on you.” 

Closing your eyes, you snuffle with laughter. “What a way with words he has.” You can’t deny, though, a pledge that he’ll make you come with his tongue when all others have failed is definitely an appealing prospect. 

He shrugs, eyes flitting between you and your crotch a few times. “My charm lies elsewhere.” 

“I’ve put the thought of it in your head now, haven’t I?” 

He bellows a laugh. “Oh, you ain’t fucking half wedged it right in my brain, sweetheart!” he begins, cackling hard. “I think you wanted to though, didn’t you?” 

Perhaps you did?  

“Maybe.” 

“I think that maybe, this is you telling me, in a roundabout kind of way, that you’re done making me wait?” You can’t even bite back the grin, watching his lips continue upturning into a smile that truly lights up his handsome face. “Don’t have to do everything, if you don’t want to. Trust me, this’ll be enough.”  

He sticks his tongue out, and the speed he wiggles it with has your thighs clenching, your insides aching as you imagine how it would feel right on your... 

“Okay, then.”  

You’ve never seen a man scramble off a sofa faster, IV moving to kneel before you, leaning in to press a hot, slow kiss upon your lips. The way the man kisses, you really should have connected the dots by now, or at the very least wondered how the slow, sensual way he rolls his tongue against yours would feel elsewhere on your body.  

He wastes no time in grasping your trousers, pulling them and your undies down your legs, continuing to kiss you as his hands stroke their way back from your ankles. Thank Christ you shaved! His fingers sink into the soft of your thighs, parting them slowly, pulling you further to the edge of the sofa seat. 

Just the heat of his body there between your legs sends arousal wisping over your skin, a faint ache inside starting to gently throb. He pulls back from your mouth, smiling before he lowers his head, a trail of kisses pressed softly down your inner thigh. Levelling with your sex, his lips pucker hot against your mound, and he inhales, a soft grunt escaping his throat before his tongue is taking that first tentative lick. 

He tastes you slowly, big hands slipping your legs over his thick shoulders, your feet coming to rest against his back. Long, languid licks travel from your opening to your clit, his breath hot against you.  

“Fuck,” he breathes, tongue pressing firmer, breaching your opening, his nose nudging against your bud, sending a shiver over your skin. “Not coming back up anytime soon, love.”  

Again, his tongue drags through you, a purposeful swipe from root to tip, circling over your clit, his fingers joining, parting your petals to hold you spread. It feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, his touch one of knowing, of paying attention to a woman’s body. It’s like the difference between assembling something with an instruction manual, opposed to winging it and hoping for the best.  

With IV, you know he’s studied the details. Nothing is done unintentionally, and you dig your heels into his back in response, your legs tensing, hands weaving into his hair as the tip of his tongue begins to beat firmly over your clit. 

Little sparks of pleasure glimmer down your limbs, the sound of it lewd, little wet flickers of his tongue working you, his pupils rapidly inking out. It’s a fucking pleasure for him, an indulgence, not the burden some boyfriends in your past alluded to. He’s doing it for you, but god, for himself just as much. 

Another slow trawl through your folds drags the pools of sparkling slick from your entrance to your clit, IV understanding wetter is most definitely better, his tongue pressing, rotating firm circles, smiling against you as your soft little cries sound the air.  

“How’s that feel?”  

“Oh god, you’re so fucking good!” you wail unashamedly, and he laughs a throaty chuckle, laying soft kisses to your splayed sex. 

“Told you.” he winks, wrapping your swollen clit in his lips and sucking, sucking just enough to send heat roaring through you like a tempest, that soft, wet hug of his lips firming around you further, until you’re virtually howling with it.  

The syrupy heat of it pools deep, and your hips begin to grind against his face in soft little ruts, IV releasing the suck upon you and instead, laving you slow and firm with the flat of his tongue. He groans, and it’s a beautiful, raspy sound, closing his eyes, his hands stroking up and down your thighs. 

The wet, hot glide of his tongue returns to your clit, and you can feel it swelling more, each lick still slow, and you know he’s building you steadily, the construction of your pleasure meticulously undertaken. When he does add speed, you hiss a breath, panting as rapidity sends honeyed tingles through you.  

“Fuck, fuck I'm gonna come!” you cry, feeling it on you quicker than you expected, mildly miffed when he moves his mouth to pepper kisses along your inner thigh. “Oi!” 

He bites you playfully. “Don’t you oi at me,” he warns, winking. “Can’t have you get there too fast. Trust me, a bit of build-up is worth it.” You’re unconvinced. “Stop glaring at me!” he smiles, kissing your thigh again, returning his fingers to you and stroking over your puffy sex. Pushing them at your entrance, they slip in fluidly, IV turning his palm upward and hooking them.  

“Hahh!” 

“Mm,” he hums, pressing them firmly, “that was easy enough to find.”  

His fingers begin to nudge, moving back and forth in a wave so rhythmic, it’s little wonder the man can trawl a fretboard with the kind of ease he does. He returns his tongue to you, soft little licks flicking gently on your bundle, keeping the ball of pleasure sparking deep in you, but not too keenly. You’re simmering, and he holds you right there in it, tongue eventually giving you the deep slicks you’re craving, breath hot as those keen passes over your clit press firmer and firmer. 

Your legs stiffen, hands tugging in the roots of his hair a little tighter, panting hard through your beautiful cries, his fingers working in time with every sublimely delivered wet drag over your bud. You’re aching for it, and he knows, builds you up there slowly, feels you fluttering on his fingers as the slick throb of pleasure gathers thicker within you.  

“Mmm, that's it, beautiful,” he encourages, sucking on your clit, moaning around it before he releases it with a little slurp. “Gonna come for me, hmm?” 

Your wail at being sucked upon again gives him all the answer required, his fingers pressing into the deep wet of your harder, flexing back and forth until the lightning darts up your spine. It gathers, his tongue moving with more purpose, that firm beat driving it from you as you lose yourself to his mouth. It crashes over you like a wave, and he lets you ride it out as you grind against his tongue, breathless and mindless in the wake of it.  

“Oh my god,” you pant, watching him smiling against your cunt, kissing you softly as you judder. “Please do that to me again!” 

He hums a chuckle, slipping his fingers from you, sucking them clean before his tongue softly traces circles around your streaming little hole. “I’m not done yet.” 

By the time he is, you can’t even feel your legs.  

It all seems to swirl in chaos, then, the three other vampires suddenly present behind you, your mother shouting, but perhaps the most worrying, the noise that comes from II as his eyes bleed red, fangs popping in instant reaction. 

Oh god, no. The low, deadly rattle. It’s never, ever the noise you want to evoke in a vampire, that completely inhuman growl that’s usually the precursor to somebody sorely regretting evoking it.  

The ancient power within him, that radiating menace that never left his being, one which men far and wide once feared stirring in the Viking king simmers just beneath the surface, directed now solely at your father as you feel his body virtually vibrate with rage. 

Oh god, oh god!  

“I cannot believe you!” you mum shouts, using her Michael Kors clutch as a weapon and smacking him twice in the chest with it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, slugging him like that? Are you insane?!”  

Pushing your hand into II’s chest, you lean to his ear. “Please, please don’t hurt him,” you beg, feeling his chest stiffened like rock. “I know he shouldn’t have done that, and I’m fucking livid that he did, but please. Please don’t.” 

Eventually, while your mother continues to berate him, you feel your vampire relax a smidgen, although as his eyes return to blue and his fangs recede, he still looks far from impressed. Your pinched insides slacken, knowing that truly, you would have had zero chance in holding onto him, should he have decided to retaliate.  

“He has his hands on her!” your dad rages, pointing at II with a deep-set frown. 

“Dad, he had his arm around me! For heaven’s sake!”  

II snorts, eyes flitting over him, his jaw set. “Trust me, that was nothing comparatively.” 

Fuck. What your dad does not need right now is to be baited, and of course, he jumps at it, surging forward. The tension in the air intensifies as he reacts exactly as feared, unable to resist the provocation. His temper, already frayed by the earlier confrontation, snaps further as he lunges ahead, making the situation even more precarious. Your heart pounds as you watch him act impulsively, his actions driven by a combination of pride and anger, escalating the conflict when calm was desperately needed. 

“You fucking...” he begins, II moving forward briskly. You hang onto him for dear life, nails gripping like fishhooks against his chest. 

“Me, what, human?” he snarls, that eerie growl gravelling his voice. “You can punch me once, I will let you have that, but you come to my fucking home, our fucking home, and you bring challenge? To me, of all vampires? Fucking imbecile! Have some dignity, behaving like this in front of your wife and daughter, what the fuck?” 

Your mum heaves her hands against your dad’s chest with all her might, your own moving to rest upon II’s shoulders, squeezing the taut muscles.  

“Please, Gary,” she presses, moving in front of him, “you have to bloody calm down and apologise! I’m beyond mortified!” 

While your dad’s anger seems to be slightly dissipating, you can see why, turning back to see three sets of red eyes all fixed upon him. Oh, no. They don’t take kindly to one of their own being treated like that, even though II is more than capable of handling himself. Inside, though, you feel like you’d be elated if the ground opened up beneath your feet, giving you some much needed sanctuary.  

“You haven’t gone about this well, Gary,” Ves begins smoothly, stepping forward. “If it were anyone else, the consequences of such would not be favourable, but you are Grace’s father. We will show you leniency for that, despite your obvious feelings towards us. Now, if you can promise no further violence, I would like to invite you in. Tanya, I am told you enjoy Stolichnaya. We have a plentiful supply; you’ll be pleased to hear.” 

Your mum looks as if she could knock back the entire bottle. “You’re Ves, I take it?” His nod confirms. “Yes, I bloody could. I’m so, so sorry.” She then turns to her husband; her eyes fixed in a glower. “Do you need to go for a walk, or will you actually behave yourself?” 

It’s probably best all round that your dad mutters the former, turning away, II reaching to lift her case and lean to greet her with a kiss on her cheek. Wow. You’re impressed at his grace there, his lack of chill in greeting her, but then again, your mother did nothing wrong at all.  

“It’s nice to meet you, at least,” he speaks, “I’ll take this upstairs. Your room is around the first corner, go right, fourth door along.”  

She presses a hand to his shoulder, her eyes sad, shame snaking its way through her insides. “You too, II. Thank you.”  

Moving into the house, introductions are offered, your mother continually apologising.  

“Hey, not your fault at all, Tanya!” III assures her, beaming his usual big grin. “But if your husband is gonna be an oaf, he can sleep in the pissing car!” 

Deserved, but you still wince a little, moving to pour your mum a massive vodka and tonic she likely needs sorely. You place the glass in her hand as II arrives back with you, your mum turning to him, looking at him questioningly.  

“I would have thought your eye would have gone red by now,” she speaks, showing her naivety regarding all things vampire. 

“Nope,” he speaks, sitting down at the table, “we heal instantly from trauma and wounds.”  

Sipping her drink, she seats herself opposite him. “I bet you wish you had that when you were human, don’t you?” 

He snorts softly. “Would have been quite handy, yes.” 

Her hand trembles slightly, ice jangling in the glass she grips, hiding her face with her other hand. “I know you told me not to be sorry, but bloody hell! I really am mortified by him,” she begins, her sigh deep and heavy. This was not how she anticipated the first meet with her daughter’s four boyfriends to go, although something tells her that perhaps it should have been expected. 

“Grace has probably already said that I’m usually the one who gets worked up, and Gary the calmer of us. Since we were told about this, though, he’s been, well... winding himself up over it is about the only way I can describe it. In light of that, I’ve appropriated myself as the calm one, the one who wants to at least try and understand this very unique setup my daughter has entered with the four of you.” 

“We see that,” Ves begins, the other three nodding, “and we appreciate you for it as we do understand that it’s a lot for someone to take in, the presence of not one, but four vampires romantically linked with your daughter.” 

She looks a little bewildered, sipping her drink again. “I have so many questions!” 

“Feel free to ask them,” II assures her, and you silently thank him with a squeeze to his thigh beneath the table for keeping his composure and being so polite with her. God, he could have completely allowed for his anger to spin itself off its axis, with him being very much the kind of vampire not to hold back when riled. You know with surety that it was only because of you that he didn’t. 

“How does it work, with all four of you being with Grace at once? Is there no jealousy? I worry for you, babe, being in an environment that could become toxic, with... and I am sorry, but I can’t word it any other way, with being what you all are. Vampires. You are, as we have discovered since you outed yourselves, the most dangerous apex predators on earth.” 

Her hand continues to shake, III leaning to gently grasp it when she sets her drink down. She looks unsure, perhaps a touch fearful but allows his attempt at reassurance. “We’re kinda above jealousy, really. We understand what it is, that the bond ties Grace with us equally, although we all – apart from IV – fell in love with her before it truly began.” 

“Why apart from you?” she then asks, looking to IV. “I take it you’re IV, yes?” 

There’s a moment of pause, the lesser friendly of the four not letting his eyes meet hers for a few moments, and once again, you feel your heart in your throat. 

“I am,” he eventually speaks, folding his arms tightly, his chin touching his chest. “I have issues, though. None of them caused by your wonderful daughter, who’s helping me work through them.”  

She makes an accepting face, nodding, while you clear your throat. 

“It really is that simple, mum,” you then offer, turning to her. “I devote equal time to my relationships with them all, separately and together.” 

Your mum’s eyes bulge immediately. “What, you don’t mean...” she trails off, her finger pointing around rapidly between you all. That rouses a few barked laughs from your vampires, while you feel yourself blush and wish you’d worn your hair down, so you could hide yourself in it. 

“No, bloody hell, no!” III booms, squeezing her hand tighter in reassurance. “I might be a fucking deviant, but I have no desire to partake in group sex with my family. That’d be... yeah.” He pauses then, eyes flitting to his older sibling. “I mean, II and I have banged women together before, but...”  

Immediately, II pinches the bridge of his nose, Ves closes his eyes slowly while looking pained, and a snorting IV digs him in the ribs with his elbow.  

“Her mother don’t need to know that, mate.”  

“I’m just being honest!” III cries with indignation. 

II chimes in with similar words to IV. “The woman does not need such finer details revealed to her, regardless of them not including her daughter.” Pausing, he shakes his head, folding his arms and trying hard not to smile. He doesn’t quite manage it. “We can always trust you and your gigantic yap, can’t we?” He then shares a slightly exasperated look with Ves, who’s eyes move to your mum. 

“I apologise for him, Tanya.”  

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not so old at fifty-four that I don’t understand these things happen. I’d just rather not think of them happening with my daughter.” Her stance is all too understandable, really, although you have to say, III’s statement piqued your interest, and you make a little mental note while she continues.  

“I think that’s where my husband’s mind might be going, and driving him up the wall, thinking, well, you know. Preconceived notions of his daughter tied up in debauchery. Of the group sex kind.” 

At her specific statement about being tied up, III gives you a little fleeting side eye, and it’s all you can do not to snort laughing.  

“Trust us, that isn’t the case at all. I need not embellish further on anything of that nature. As Grace’s mother, there are things that you do not require to be detailed,” Ves interjects with, chuckling when your mum shakes her head rapidly.  

“Oh no, no. Even though Grace and I have always had open discussions about sex, details can be spared! As I said, though, I think that’s what’s rattling around in Gary’s skull. To be honest, it was mine as well, wondering how other people would see Grace, what they’d think of her, being in a relationship with four people. The small-minded connotations,” she speaks candidly. 

“Other people can piss off,” III scoffs, “we’re happy and so is she. Teddy couldn’t really grasp how effortless it all is until he sat and witnessed it with his own eyes, but now he’s fine with it. As we’re all hoping you will be, too.” He pauses then. “I think your husband might be a different story, though, if all he’s fixating on is that Grace has four fellas she’s sleeping with. Yeah, we might be highly sexual beings, but fuck, we have more to us than just shagging!” 

“He’s right, mum,” you offer, smiling. “II and I have a deep love of reading and history, so we go out to museums and the like. III is currently teaching me how to carve marble, IV used to be a chef so he’s showing me how to cook properly to his standards, and Ves and I really enjoy art and music. What I have with them is just like any other relationship, except for the obvious that goes hand in hand with being a vampire.” 

Much to your relief, she looks more accepting over this with every passing statement given to her by your vampires, continuing with her questioning. “I did read a little into vampires before I came, but I got a bit lost in it all, not knowing what was true or false. I did read, though, that you’re all infertile. How will that work, going forward? You always wanted kids, babe.” 

“Well, that’s been a sticky point for me, too, in coming to my decision,” you confess, feeling II slide an arm around your shoulders. “It’s something II and I have tentatively discussed, adoption or donor sperm, all that. He told me he’d like to be a father again, the others not so much. It’s a future thought, though. I’m still young enough not to have to immediately worry about it.” 

Your mum looks past you, catching his eye. “You had children, didn’t you? When we spoke on FaceTime, something you mentioned about a daughter alluded to it.” 

“Mm, five of them,” he confirms, “and while I didn’t ever think I would want to enter fatherhood again, meeting your daughter has changed that for me. Like Grace states, though, it is a future thought.”  

“I had two, too, when I was human,” III chips in with, your mum looking curious at such. “I wouldn’t want to be a father again, though, but I’d happily play uncle III to whatever little ones these two decided to have.”  

“Well,” she breathes, straightening a little, “this all seems to be much, much easier to take on board than I was envisioning. It makes me wonder what the hell the catch is, though.” 

“There isn’t always another shoe waiting to drop,” Ves advises sagely, rising to prepare himself a cup of tea. “None here exists for Grace. Although she does make routine complaints over how much we spoil her, and there’s the odd crossed word here and there, but all of that is normal, isn’t it?” 

“Mmhmm, I suppose so, yes. And that’s pretty much Grace, even though she was an only child, she was never spoiled rotten, so doesn’t expect the princess treatment,” you mum comments. “Anyway, what I would really like is to learn more about the four of you, if you wouldn’t mind? II, I only know a tiny bit about you, being that you’re Viking, something my flippin’ sister hasn’t shut up about!” 

He smiles, nodding. “I am Viking, yes. A farmer, turned Jarl, turned eventual warlord and then finally, the king of Jutland.” 

Again, your mum’s eyes widen. “Blimey!” 

He looks proud, mouth tilting. “I was good at what I did. Mostly battle, but of course I had to also be a shrewd negotiator as well.” 

“And you didn’t retaliate against my husband for popping you one in the eye,” she marvels, shaking her head. “Which wouldn’t have been anything less than he deserved, to be frank, but still. For someone of your former standing, that must have took you a lot of restraint.” 

His eyes move to you, hand clenching on your shoulder. “My respect for her prevented it. Plus, your daughter is the epitome of a fiery redhead when she’s angry, as you no doubt understand. Restraint versus her vexation and your husband not enduring a shattered face was the natural winner.” 

“Thank you, love,” you coo, and he kisses your forehead with a hum of laughter. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“Ves, what about you?” she then asks, thanking him when he attentively tops up her drink for her.  

“For me, it’s null as I was never human.” Her confused expression is naturally followed up by further embellishment. “I am what is known as an alpha vampire. What we are is all we have ever been, the first of our kind who populated the earth. All vampires come directly from us, so this is all I’ve ever known.” 

“Oh,” she breathes softly, her hand reaching for his forearm. “You’ve never seen the sunshine? That’s so sad.” 

“I can now, through the invention of the glass panes within our windows,” he speaks, pointing behind himself, you mum turning to look. “You won’t see it now for the darkness but come the morning, you’ll notice it’s tinted a bluish colour. Shadow glass, as it’s known, allows illumination without the sunlight rays actually penetrating, meaning that if we choose to be awake in the daylight hours, we don’t burn up.” 

“That’s absolutely fascinating,” she replies, marvelling at such information. “So, you can be awake in the daylight, if you choose to?”  

“Yes,” he speaks, “we can force our waking by overfeeding. It’s the vampire equivalent of mainlining coffee. It’ll keep us awake until we allow ourselves to be pulled back into a rested state.”  

The flow of the conversations runs with natural ease, her asking the others about their lives, too. As predicted, IV is brief, still sitting there physically closed in around himself, obviously uncomfortable but to his credit, making an effort to be polite. It’s while III is regaling your mum with stories from the operating table – and probably mildly horrifying her – that you receive a text.  

“Can you come outside? Think we need a chat.” 

“Dad’s back,” you speak, rising from your seat. “He asked me to talk to him.” 

II reaches for you, hand pressing into your lower back. “Want me to come with?” 

Hmm, probably not the best of ideas, although you appreciate his protectiveness. Shaking your head, you lean to kiss his cheek. “I think it’s best just I go.”  

He nods, but he and the rest of your vampires definitely sit a little differently as you leave the kitchen, all bracing themselves on alert. Walking through the house, you wring your hands and fiddle with your ponytail, finally arriving at the front door and suddenly scoffing at yourself. You have nothing to feel nervous about. It’s your dad who is on the back foot here after behaving so disgracefully.  

With that in mind, you open the front door calmly, your composure well rooted. Meeting your dad’s eyes, you still see some lingering defiance there, but the way his hands are shoved in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels allude to a little regret over his actions, at least.  

“I’m sorry.” 

Folding your arms, you lean against the doorframe. “I appreciate that. You need to extend the same to II as well, though. And the others.” 

He huffs, turning a circle, his breath clouding the cold, night air. “I know. I don’t want to, but I know I have to.” 

“What?” you scoff, brows furrowing. “You don’t want to apologise to my boyfriend after you slugged him in the eye? Dad, that’s unacceptable, same as what you did in the first place!” 

He scowls at your words, rubbing his jaw, heels further to be dug in, it seems. “I just can’t get my head around it, I can’t!” he exclaims. “They’re... fucking monsters, Grace, little more than animals wearing a human skin! I just can’t... the thought of you... with them... it’s turning my stomach!” 

Taking a deep breath, you dig to your very bones for composure. “Then stop thinking about it! Dad, I’m a grown woman, with a sex life, of which I enjoy with them individually. It isn’t like I’m their sexual offering in some, some...” you trail off, feeling your temper rising up a smidgen, “...bloody vampiric gang bang situation, if that’s what you’re thinking! What I do with them behind a closed bedroom door is nobody else’s business, least of all yours.” 

Looking visibly uncomfortable, he remains quiet and in the absence of his words, you continue with more of your own. “Vampires are different to us, but honestly, not so much that they’re - to use your words – little more than animals. That isn’t the case. It’s really insulting that you think of them like that.  

“They were once human, all apart from Ves, which if you stopped sulking and pouting at the mercy of your temper, you could find out for yourself. Because he’d sit there and tell you about it, and then you’d learn something rather than steaming in, pissed off because of the preconceived notions you’ve been bloody winding yourself up with!” 

You sigh, willing your dad to see beyond his prejudice, and soften just a fraction. “Give them a chance, Dad. If you talked to them properly, you’d see what I see every day; people who care deeply about me, not monsters. It’s not about changing your beliefs overnight, but about recognising you might be wrong. I know it’s a lot to take in, and I understand it’s difficult, but I’m asking you to keep an open mind and just try.” 

He nods, lifting his head with a sigh, finally looking a little more accepting. “Okay, alright, ginge. Can you, erm, can you ask him to come out, II? And do I have to call him that? Feels weird.” 

In a blink, the very vampire is at your side. “You can fucking call me Jack Nicolson if it means you’ll behave yourself and not descend into violence and shouting.”  

“I’m sorry I punched you,” your dad begins, looking a little sheepish and maybe just a touch defiant, still. His ill ease isn’t likely to dissipate instantly, though, you reason. “I realise I shouldn’t have done it.” 

The tension between them still simmers, but you receive a huge surprise in II offering his hand forth, eyebrows rising. “Truce. For her. And because you might just like me, if you want to bother getting to know me.” 

Your insides finally unclench when your dad reaches to shake the hand offered, giving II a nod. “Alright, Jack. Fair enough.” 

He finally smiles, II humming with a small chuckle, gesturing into the house.  

Stepping in, your dad looks around, eyes widening. “Bloody hell. The last time I was in here, all this bit here didn’t even have a ceiling,” he speaks pointing upwards. “You could see right through the gaping hole in the roof to the sky, and there were little trees growing there by the staircase!”  

Indeed, the ruins of Norton House were a playground for a couple of the generations of children who grew up in the village. “I can show you and your lovely wife around, if you like?”  

“Yeah, yeah that’d be great.” 

Thinking it’s safe to leave them alone for a few moments, you go and retrieve your mum, their guided tour starting around the bottom floor of the house firstly. They both marvel at every room, floored by the details of how contemporary meets originality, everything furnished so beautifully.  

Throughout the duration of the tour, you can’t help but notice a lingering sense of frostiness emanating from II. Although he makes an effort to be civil, the tension is still evident, especially when he interacts with your dad. However, there is a subtle but noticeable shift in his demeanour when he converses with your mum; the chill seems to thaw, his tone softening as he engages with her. 

When you all eventually return downstairs and re-join the rest of the group, it becomes clear that the earlier incident with your dad has left its mark. The others are not especially forthcoming in their welcoming of him. Ves is the most verbal as you go and fetch him a beer, your dad seating himself at your mum’s side, while two other sets of blue eyes focus upon him with sharp scrutiny.  

“Listen,” he begins, placing his beer between his knees and holding his hands wide. “I have humble pie to eat, here, I know I do. That stare from you two especially signals it loud and clear.” He points between III and IV, the former draped over the arm of the chair the latter is sitting in. “It’s very unnerving, the way you’re both looking at me.” 

“Deserved, some might say,” III drawls smoothly, his face not moving a flicker. “Can’t blame us for being on our guard around someone who favours his fists, innit?” 

He nods at that statement. “I know, I understand that. Trust me when I tell you it isn’t what I usually lead with, though.” He looks back at the bottle he takes into his grasp once more, the silence pressing in on him. It’s abundantly clear that he’s the one who has to make the effort in engagement, not the other way around.  

“So, who drives that gorgeous G Wagon out front?”  

“I do, it’s mine,” you reply, smiling as your dad’s mouth widens in surprise. 

“Blimey, ginge! What kind of pay rise have you bloody had, to be driving that kind of car?” he inquires, sipping his beer.  

The subject of your job immediately sets you on edge, II resting a hand to your knee when he feels you stiffen. “None, Ves bought it for me for Christmas.”  

He looks to the elder vampire at your side, his face a picture of surprise. “Nice choice. I’ve always preferred German engineering over most others.” He then looks to you again. “So, how is work going, love?” 

Gulp. Just breathe, you might have to lie about your termination, but truly, honesty is not the best policy here. Not given the current circumstances. “That’s something I wanted to wait and tell you and mum in person. I’ve left L&B as of this week. I’ve decided to start my own business, still doing the same thing but running a lot of the events from here at home to begin with. As the company grows – hopefully – then I can begin to think about branching out and hiring people, running things on a larger scale.” 

“And how on earth are you going to put together the kind of money that’ll take, eh?” your dad exclaims, mouth dropping open a touch. 

Ves clears his throat, an eyebrow arching elegantly. “We are not exactly short of that, Gary. Trust me, Grace is poised and ready to start out on her own, with our financial help to back her new venture.” 

They appear surprised at the news, your mum more pleasantly so, your dad the reserved of the two. Much later that night, once they’ve gone to bed, he reveals those concerns that he initially kept quiet, too.  

“It feels like they’re segregating her from her life,” he speaks, pulling on his pyjamas, your mum lifting the duvet to climb into bed. “That ringleader one suggesting it and boom! Off she trots to give up her job and do as he tells her!” 

Tanya frowns, her take on it completely different. “He has a name. Ves,” she begins, her husband scoffing as he climbs in beside her. “And referring to him as a ringleader is a little dramatic, as is the rest of your assessment. He made the suggestion that she could do well starting her own company and offered the use of their home as well as capitol for her to get started. Because it’s obvious he believes in her. Honestly, Gary, the more time I spend with them, the less I’ve been worried. They all clearly love Grace very much.” 

Stretching, he folds his arms beneath his head. “I don’t know, Tan. Something just doesn’t sit right with me. The way those younger two sat there, staring me down all evening. Jesus! I apologised, and they still went out of their way to make me feel uncomfortable!” 

“And yet II was the one you punched, and he tried at least to be polite,” she points out, continuing. “The younger ones were perfectly pleasant to me, III especially. IV is a bit more reserved, but as I understand he isn’t very people friendly. No idea why, and it’s none of my business.” 

“It is our business,” he mutters, “she’s our only bloody daughter!” 

“And a grown woman,” she reminds him sternly, “one who is capable of making decisions for herself, and this is what she’s chosen. Whether you like it or not, this is her choice.” 

He shakes his head, brows starting to crease. “I don’t know. I just... I can’t get my head around it. Maybe if she was with one of them, but all four? And now this with her job? I feel like she’s being pulled into their world so strongly from all angles, she’ll forget who she is outside of it.” 

“I think you’re talking rubbish, now,” she speaks, pointing downwards. “And they can hear every word you’re saying, too.” 

He looks disbelieving. “Even from up here? We’re not exactly being loud.” 

Truly, he’s done nothing to educate himself on vampires, and lord, how it shows. “We could be having this conversation out on Dark Lane and they’d still hear you.” She pauses a beat, turning onto her side. “While you were out walking, I learned a little about each of them, and Gary, they’re decent people. Yes, there’s reservations I had initially, but being in their company and forcing myself into enough open mindedness to hear them out, I feel reassured over Grace’s safety and happiness. If anything, she really couldn’t be bloody safer, with four immortal boyfriends acting bodyguard over her!” 

“And you don’t think they’re the ones she needs protecting from, no?” 

An exasperated sigh huffs from her lips. “No! Why would she? She’s up here of her own choice, they spend their time encouraging her, spoiling her to death, too! I mean come on, buying her a car that costs over two hundred and fifty grand? Doesn’t sound like she’s in any danger to me!” 

Your dad continues in his protesting, all the while in the kitchen, two sets of ears tune in on it.  

“I like your mum,” III begins, “she’s up there fighting our corner. Apparently, I was perfectly pleasant to her!”  

“Your gold star is in the post,” II teases him with, leaning back when his younger sibling makes a swatting motion towards his face. He then reaches for your shoulder, thumb skimming over your clavicle. “Your dad is suspicious of us. States he thinks we’re segregating you from your life.” 

Your eye roll could detach a retina. “He’s being such a twat about all of this!”  

II gives you a tap, gesturing with a wiggle of his fingers for you to stand, seating himself and then pulling you down onto his lap. “He’s coming from a place of caring about his daughter, this I can say as I recognise it from my time being a father,” he begins. 

“Me, too,” III chimes in with quickly, reaching to pull your legs up onto his lap, fingers idly beginning to trail the soles of your feet.  

“However,” II continues, “he isn’t listening to reason whatsoever. He has a clearly formed bias against us he’s not willing to shake or listen to reason over.” Pausing, he continues to listen, a few seconds passing before he begins to growl low. “And still thinks us to be more animal than anything bordering on civilised in our nature.”  

“Is he still banging on about my sex life with you all?” you ask, realising your verbal gaffe when II begins to chuckle lowly. 

“Interesting choice of word, there.” Listening some more, he shakes his head. “Not for the moment, no. He has made mention of what isn’t any of his business, though.” He then begins to positively beam, more chuckling rumbling his throat. “I feel like giving him a huge middle fucking finger for his actions, from punching me to everything else he’s said, whether directly or not.”  

His eyes move to III, who also begins to grin. “Innit? We should, you know. We should take his lovely daughter off to bed and spend hours defiling her, right under his fucking nose.” 

“Yeah, about that,” you begin, laughter catching the edges of your voice, and you’re unsure whether it’s nervousness or excitement as four hands begin to roam. “Neither of you told me you had a penchant for sharing in that way.” 

“Not every woman can handle two vampires at once,” II speaks, head dipping to kiss your neck, the lips of III pressing against your ankle sending a little flare through your blood as his hands slowly glide up your legs. 

You smile, nails trailing over his scalp. “I’m not most women.” 

III laughs against the kiss he presses against your knee. “Oh, we know that, sweetheart.” 

“So, it’s just something you two have done, then,” you question, beginning to like where the moment is steadily headed. “Or have you included Ves and IV, too?” 

“Just us,” II confirms. “Ves doesn’t like to share what’s his when he’s right there witnessing it, and IV has a tough time being around any erect cock other than his own. Because of, well, you know. The trauma of that fucking priest.” He pauses again, then, looking down upon you where he’s let you lean back against his arm, fingers trawling your jaw, hunger burning blue in his stare. “I’m not like III, though. I don’t swing both ways, so every single drop of our focus will be upon you.”  

His mouth lands upon yours, his kiss filthily indulgent, III’s hand wandering right up beneath your dress to tease your inner thigh, lips pressing hot along your shin. Oh, your brain is short circuiting already at the feel of them teasing you. Not enough that you still don’t have questions, though. 

“And are you doing this just so you can be smug in the knowledge you both did exactly what my dad is getting wound up about, while he was under the same roof, no less, or to simply give me a threesome experience since I’ve never had one before?” 

III smirks, your dress gathered up in ruche at your thighs he’s so attentively stroking. “Bit of column A, bit of column B?” The mischief of it dances in his eyes, looking up at you questioningly. “We’re still waiting for you to agree though, Gracie.” 

“Mm,” II hums, mouth trailing into your cleavage. “You know we’re all about the consent.”  

You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around him. “Then you have my consent to take me to bed.”  

In a blink, you’re in the lush confines of your bedroom, the air already warm for the fire gently flickering in the hearth for most of the night, the door shutting with a soft clunk before two newly naked vampires move to flank you, pushing you back upon the bed after removing your clothes deftly. You’re clueless as to know who to reach for first, but that decision is taken from you, III gently clasping your jaw as he kisses you with soft heat, mouth descending quickly. 

His fangs scratch at your neck before receding, shifting so he’s above you, tongue running beneath the curve of your breast and around your navel. Your chest heaves, the brilliance of their touches sending flashes over your nerves, II kissing you sensually, his groans all smoke and grit. You mewl against his tongue at feeling the cool wet of III’s lips close around your clit, sucking on you softly, his fingers stroking paths of reverence over your thighs.  

One alone is enough of a lover to have you breathless, but this, the sexual benediction of two, is almost intolerable. While III licks you to mindlessness, the tip of his tongue running slow and firm from your opening right to the crest of your sex, II has his attentions firmly attuned to your breasts and neck. His mouth lays heated kisses, hands touring every rise and curve of you, eyes opening every so often to watch you falling apart beneath that heated, mutual touch. 

Every kiss is a silent prayer of worship upon you, the altar of their desire, III shifting as II’s kisses descend. His fingers find you first, toying with the soft, hot wet of your folds, III sucking on your fingers as his own patter down your arm, pressed kisses following until his mouth is on yours, his long form stretching out at your side.  

A little jostling takes place then, III moving to stand at the side of the bed while you kneel at the very edge, II beneath you, scattering kisses up your inner thigh as your tongue entwines with III’s, your kisses all smouldering desire. Your hands glide up and down his chest, over his hips, feeling him shudder, his big cock bobbing against your stomach, begging for the caress of your hand. 

Pushing him back a little, you fold neatly at the waist, a harder suck from II’s beautiful mouth around your folds stealing a gasp from you as you take III’s cock and bring it to your lips, teasing him with the tip of your tongue. 

He emits a shuddered breath, hips jutting forward a little as your swallow him back, his hands losing themselves in your soft tresses, moaning around him when you feel your nipples being pinched by II, the firm slicks of his tongue over your clit evoking a soft moan. God, that vampire. He’s too good with his mouth, working you quickly into the kind of froth that begs for his cock, hands gliding over your skin as he sucks on you with greed.  

You tilt forward a little, III supporting you by cupping your breasts and allowing you to lean into his hands as you continue to suck his rigid length, grumbling a little deliriously as II’s tongue begins to force moans of greater magnitude from your throat.   

Your soft cries fill the air, adding to the deep, barbarous groans of your vampires, like bells tinkling over the beat of muffled drums. Releasing III’s cock from your mouth, you exclaim louder as you feel II envelop your bud and suck hungrily, shaking against his face as your hand pumps at the long shaft in your grasp, your tongue flicking against III’s hip crease. 

Every precise lick of his keen tongue against your clit has you gasping and crying out, III’s gravelly groan galvanising you to returning his swollen cock to your mouth, moaning around him ceaselessly as the Viking beneath you has you in utter rapture. 

Heat begins to prickle your abdomen, the fire almost ready to shoot up your spine as your bud is caressed at incredible speed, spurring your mouth on as you swallow the large cock occupying it over and over, until with a guttural groan he spills onto your tongue, his release sliding down your throat as you swallow it back.   

The pleasure gathers, thick and heavy until the sudden suction of II’s lips on your clit invokes the crackles, the precursor to sparks shooting through you, white-hot and throbbing as you crest against his mouth, gripping III’s shoulders, nails grazing down his chest, moaning unrelentingly. 

“Switch places,” II speaks, moving rapidly, lying back against the stack of pillows on your bed. “Yeah, I’m not standing up.” 

“That’s only because Grace gives such good head, your knees’ll probably buckle,” III speaks, “and you’re vertically challenged enough as it is.”  

He received a middle finger coupled with a snarl, III laughing as he moves to settle on his back beneath you. His mouth connects with your cunt, forcing a breath from your throat as your tongue glides up the line of dark blonde hair running the centre of II’s abs, your hand grasping his cock and giving it a squeeze.   

He moans, a contented murmur as his long lashes shutter out the red fire of his eyes, arm muscles flexing as he folds his them above his head, eyes slowly opening again to watch as you make his hardness disappear in your mouth. 

You sheath him in wet warmth while the same delights your pink folds, III’s tongue running from your opening to your clit, circling, nudging at you, dragging back and forth in a way that makes you glimmer strongly.   

Your insides throb with want, the desire to feel one of them inside you escalating as your hands explore every rise and curve of the deliciously hard body before you while yours is grasped by the vampire beneath you, his big hands stroking the back of your thighs in a repetitive, sensual glide.   

You then find yourself bereft of the vampire before you, II moving to kneel at your side before slowly licking a line down your spine, his hands gripping your bum cheeks before spreading the rounded orbs, his tongue finishing it’s long, sensuous lick at your puckered star. The moan such prompts from you is unlike anything you’ve ever heard come from your mouth.   

“Think she liked that,” II comments, amused at your reaction.  

“I think it’s fair to say she did, innit,” III speaks, chuckling deep as he wraps your bud in a hard suck, moaning around you as his tongue rubs and slicks over your little bundle of nerves. 

“Mm,” II hums, “better check, though. Would you like me to do it again, love?”  

All you’re capable of is a barely coherent moan as you pant and grip fistfuls of duvet. 

“I think that was a yes,” III comments, the vampires sharing laughter.   

“I think so, too. Mmmm, dirty girl.” II confirms, his hand smacking your cheeks in turn before his tongue glides between them again to continue. There is no tease to their fervent exploration in this, the first time you have ever encountered two mouths between your legs at once. Already, the sensations border on intolerable. 

The sweeping flush of pleasure conjured by two talented tongues invokes judders throughout your muscles, blanketed in goose pimpled flesh stroked by four expert hands. The tongue at your clit rolls around, alternating between slow, featherlight licks and firmer quickening, the one at your anus beating strongly from side to side, sensations skittering up your spine as you mewl helplessly.   

Their mouths evoke the most ardent of divinity, swells of heat prickling your groin, the air peppered with heavy groans of lust, III’s hands running under you to grasp your breasts, your nipples being pinched until they harden, pebbled and pink against his thorough touch. 

They lick at you relentlessly, coaxing cusses from you as you repeatedly grit the word fuck over and over, your nails clawing at the covers as you’re pushed to your crest, the intrusion of III’s fingers into your molten heat the catalyst to your undoing, the flat licks of his tongue against your soaked folds searing your orgasm.   

Tingles pulse through you, chased by two tongues and two fingers pounding your centre, leaving you utterly breathless, but craving more. “Please! Will one of you just fuck me!” You plead, making them chuckle richly. III takes the initiative first, moving from beneath you to spear your cunt, the intrusion of his hardness splitting you wide. 

“Bring that gorgeous cock back up here.” You then instruct II, stroking his powerful arm and having him move back in front of you with no hesitation, enveloping his stiff shaft in the heat of your mouth as your walls are dragged by velvet encased iron, making you see sparks.   

You’re arrowed again, III opening you with his thick, long cock, your moans plentiful as you’re filled at both ends, the slow withdrawal of the hardness only to be returned within your slick velvet in a forceful thrust, before once again, dragging back slowly.   

The rhythm he then sets is slow, rolling and deep, every thick inch of his girth spreading you, your glistening wetness coating him as his fingers leave crescents at your hips, digging in as he steers your body back against each thrust.   

While he delights your cunt, your mouth continues to caress the thick erection before you, forcing low moans and heavy breaths from II’s throat, his hips rising off the bed slightly in response to your repeated enveloping of him, your lips dragging his vein ridged shaft, tongue swirling the sensitive head of his cock.   

Your mutual moans are like music hanging in the air, your bed the scene of the greatest sexual experience you’ve ever participated in, three bodies moving against each other in the most amazing sexual sync. 

Your skin glows with beads of sweat, the heat of the room escalating along with the pleasure, which throbs unrelentingly for all of you. III’s hands move to bracket your waist as he assails you frantically, heavy balls slapping against your body as he drives into you with ferocity, your cunt beginning to flutter around him.   

II is the first to be propelled to white hot heights, his hardness twitching in your mouth, abs juddering, breaths shallow and fast as his chest heaves with effort, his cock beginning to spurt into your throat.   

You swallow back every cold jet of cum, your hands flexing upon his chest as you delight in the groans forced from his throat, shaking and panting in the aftermath. You take much pride whenever you render him such a spent state. Being a vampire, though, his refresh rate is of course instant.  

Your fingertips circle his nipples, tongue exploring the ridges of muscle decorating his hips as you let him cool down, your sweet moans floating through the air as your wetness is stroked with long, hard thrusts. While feasting your mouth on the beautiful, scar and tattoo littered body before you, you return your mouth to his cock, and he hisses a groan, eyes fluttering shut. You watch him, and god, he’s so fucking handsome it kills you, your savage warlord, reduced to a shuddering wreck as his cock nudges the back of your throat and rapidly, he falls apart for you again.  

The light of orgasm begins to shine at the edges of III’s pleasure as he sinks into you rapaciously, deliciously inhuman growls filling the air, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking you up to bury his fangs into your neck. He comes hard as your blood soaks his thirsty tongue, arms tightening around you, sealing your wound before he flops back. 

“Play with II for a bit while I lie here and try to pretend like that didn’t fucking wreck me!” he chuckles, flopping onto his back at the foot of the bed. 

You turn to him, reaching to tickle his arm. “Bit cunt drunk?” 

He makes a small space between his thumb and forefinger, his slightly bloodied grin widening. “Little bit, Gracie.” 

Turning back to II, he sits up more, pulling you close, fangs grazing your breast before biting down. It hurts like hell, but oh, the sweet burn of it as you guide him to your streaming hole, sinking down onto his cock with a little whimper. 

Each roll of your hips ensnares every last inch of him, his hands running up your spine, one fisting your hair and pulling your head back, making you arch elegantly so he can fulfil his desire to introduce his tongue to your breasts, swirling across each rounded orb, each flushed, erect nipple before blowing on them, the little peaks furling further.   

You grasp his strong arms as your body establishes a perfect sync with his, II returning to his back as you’re aware of a presence behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh over your hips as III pulls you back against him where he kneels.   

His hands move to grasp your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as you turn your head to receive magmatic kisses, his tongue swirling with yours, short beard prickling your lips.   

Ebullience crackles through your bones as II bounces you steadily on his cock, III’s mouth moving to sear your neck, his teeth scraping where your pulse flutters wildly, tongue tasting your flesh, your damp back gliding effortlessly against his chest.   

He shifts back, the lean you’re forced to make causing II’s cock to press more intensely against your utmost nerve rich spots, forcing wails from your lungs as III leans over your shoulder to begin sucking your nipple, fangs prickling your hardened bud.   

He then delights you further by sliding his hand down your sweaty body to begin stroking your clit, his middle finger massaging back and forth over the slick, swollen bundle, a shaky breath leaving his mouth as his cock juts against your spine, desperate to be back within you once more.   

The logistics which facilitate this are assisted by him moving at speed, raiding your bedside drawer for a bottle of lube, back behind you in an instant to begin pushing two very slick fingers in and out of your arsehole, readying your body to take him. 

You grip onto II’s biceps, wincing in pain as you feel his fingers replaced, the head of his cock stretching you around its heft, inching in with care. Whimpering, you feel III kiss your neck, cool breath fanning over your skin. “Just relax sweetheart. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, you feel so good.” 

The way he moans, guttural and consumed by you, it makes your heart hammer wildly as his tongue circles your shoulder, slipping in a little further, your body completely alight with glimmers skittering over every nerve. The pleasure of it is sharp-toothed, biting into the marrow of you, feeling them both inside you together as their hands roam your skin.  

To say you feel like your brain is breaking, crumbling like an ancient tower would be an understatement, experiencing the sensation of them both inside of you at the same time. It’s a tempest of heat ever whirling, consuming you, driving itself into your marrow as your entire body hums with ecstasy. 

“You’re going to drown my cock. Fuck, you’re wet.” II then groans, hands bracketing your face as he sits up. He presses a kiss to your mouth, fangs prickling your tongue before they move to sink into your neck.  

God, its heaven dripping in sin. 

He fucks up into you deeply as III retreats, his teeth sharp at the back of your neck, biting you with a deep grunt. It feels relentless in its burn, like fire igniting holy oil, scorching you in their worship, your blood trickling from their bites, fang marks littering you like sacred brandings. 

You then turn your head to grant III the same, his slippery cock expertly arrowing harder into your narrow passage, reaching back to fist his hair as you moan around his tongue, II’s talented mouth tantalising your throat with scattered kisses.   

They move in perfect tandem with each other, one sliding in as the other exits, both groaning wantonly, almost crippled by arousal. Mewls, sobs and groans are drawn from you, your entire body enlivened by them, your nerves alight and throbbing as their bodies slide in a sumptuous duel against yours. It’s acerbic yet not frenzied, your ecstasy mounting, the thunder rumbling as the storm gathers.   

The air is thick with the energy between the three of you, both of them entering and retreating you a little more forcefully, their moans drifting through the room as you gasp and shake, sweat pouring from your skin as you’re clasped tighter between them.   

You’re licked, sucked, kissed, clasped and bitten as they drive on, waiting for the heat to burn them to home, yearning building to strike point as you begin to clench around them, milking their cocks, hungry for them to tip you into utter nirvana.   

Your moans, almost helpless, utterly breathless are stolen from your lips as III turns your head, his lips searing yours in a blisteringly hot kiss, II’s mouth at the column of your neck, all ravenous beyond measure as you race furiously, ascending towards the storm clouds, the heat crackling.   

The lightning finally strikes as II’s body grinds against your clit, toppling you, your muscles spasming hard as your shatter for them, the swell of your release thudding through you, taking III with you and then finally after a few more furiously delivered thrusts within your spasming chasm, II too.   

The aftermath slows, all three of you sunk down deep in the belly of bliss as you lie between them, your blood streaked, sweat-soaked body tired and thrumming with pleasure still as they stroke you, whispering their love.  

And to think, how hard you tried to convince the people three bedroom’s over that what you had with them wasn’t all carnal sin. Truly, it isn’t, but when it is... wow.  

While you lie there one hundred percent cock drunk and snoring softly, they exit to leave you to your slumber, closing the door with a soft clunk. It’s there that II cannot help but allow a moment of immaturity, aiming two aggressively waved middle fingers in the direction of the room your parents are sleeping in. 

“Yeah, fucking come in here and punch me, and that’s what you get,” he chuckles darkly with a slight snarl, “us defiling the shit out of your daughter thirty feet away from you!” 

III is hissing with laughter, fangs popped while gripping his sibling’s shoulder as he doubles over in quiet fits. “You’re never gonna like him, are you?” 

“Nah,” II confirms with a nonchalant sniff. “I’ll make nice for wifey’s sake, but he’s earned himself a black mark against his name forever.” 

III expected that, naturally. He composes himself, head cocking, his eyes softening. “You like calling her that, don’t you?” 

“I’ll like it even more, when she actually is our wife by bond. And there isn’t a fucking thing he can do about that either,” he grins, pressing a hand to III’s forearm. “Shall we go and finish the Christmas blood? I feel like getting lit.” 

“Might as well drink to a job well done!” III speaks, both of them laughing their way back down the stairs.  

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It moves at a pace of its own, with you merely the passenger to your own raging, threshing desire, his hand literally tearing the last barrier parting you away, Ves throwing the torn remains of your underwear to his side as he slots himself between your thighs. The throb within you pulses hot, thighs widening to accommodate his lean bulk, yearning, craving, needing him to... 

“Ahhh!”  

He kisses the cry from your lips, his hands clutching you tightly as he sinks into you with a solid thrust, the size of him near unbearable to take. While you keened for it, you truly weren't ready to receive something so big cutting into you with blunt force, but your body provides, your walls beginning to slick against his humongous cock. 

This isn’t about foreplay, or savouring, there’s no room there beneath the brunt of the storm for gentle explorations of sexual discovery. Its desperation unleashed, the need to be joined overriding anything else as there, lashed upon mercilessly by the unrelenting weather, you’re finally together. 

The water streams over your bodies, rocking together, locked tight in urgency, cleansed of the mess that’s blighted you. It’s a baptism by storm, purified from the complexities of everything tying you together. You move in a rhythm that feels natural, like your body was always meant to one day find his. Two pieces of the same puzzle cast apart by the wages of time, finally melding together there, in this moment, beneath the pelting rain. 

He’s heavy inside of you, so full of him that nothing outside of the press of his large body to yours exists, every ridge of his cock making your trickle, aroused tingles glimmering through your core with a sharp ache you’re in no hurry to cease experiencing.  

It’s like he is gravity itself pressing into you, sinking down to your bones, your mouths not breaking apart once as he fucks himself into you with long, hard strokes, remaking you around him with every sinful roll of his hips, sending a cock almost too big to comprehend so deep, you feel rearranged around it.  

Your nails claw down his back, virtually sobbing into the swirl of his tongue with yours as he grinds himself against you, your clit pulsing beneath the weight of him driving in hard, sparks crackling hot as they ascend your spine. Your shivers from the freezing cold rain meet head on with the quivering of lust roaring to flame within, crying out, your thighs tightening against him as he delivers each thrust with the kind of rapid precision that has both your brain and your cunt melting. 

The throbbing desire tightens, every nerve singing a symphony conducted by the ministrations of his body, making you feel as if you’re both burning in water and drowning in fire as his cock hammers it through every fibre of your being, an undoing that has you literally crying with the force it charges though your body with.  

Groans pour from him as he comes seconds after you, filling you with thick ropes of cum, his body soon beginning to slow. Finally, he lies still inside of you, not ceasing your kisses for a moment, a flash through the sky illuminating your pale bodies there entwined upon the ground, a rumble of thunder following. 

Winter storms are a rarity. As is what you feel, lying vanquished beneath him, breathless and shaking from the overwhelming potency of your orgasm.  

And probably, because you’re also freezing to death. 

“Want me to take you somewhere warm, darling?”  

You nod, being helped to your feet. “That warm place better be your gigantic bathtub.” 

He laughs softly, leaning to kiss you. “I can make that happen.”  

Firstly, you both dress again in your soaking clothes after giving them a bit of a wring out sheltered beneath the cover of your back porch, Ves lifting you into his arms and having you within the luxurious confines of his bathroom in seconds. His wet clothes are abandoned, plugging the tub and turning the tap while you strip off, wincing. 

“I’ve hurt you, haven’t I?” he laments, reaching for your cheek. “I’m sorry. I confess to being caught headlong in such a moment.” 

“I’m a little sore, yeah,” you agree, and he instantly drops fang, opening his finger before gently placing it inside you, letting it bleed into where you tender flesh stings. Immediately, you feel lightheaded, the force of ancient blood seeping into your skin so heady, your entire body hums as if it’s beginning to float. You feel weightless, boneless, like the fibres of your being have been kissed by the moon and stars themselves.  

And you thought II’s blood made you feel high when you drank it. If you drank Ves’s, you doubt you’ve ever come back down if this is how it feels on mere contact alone. His arms slip around you, and he holds you against his thick chest while you still feel as if you’re swimming through the stars, eventually lifting you up.  

“Yes, my blood is a little powerful, isn’t it?” 

“A little?” you exclaim, and he laughs that deep, throaty, sexy chuckle as you lean to kiss him, legs locked tight around his waist. “When will I stop feeling like I’m floating?” 

He nuzzles you, and your heart soars, a feeling that has nothing to do with the power of his blood sending bliss through your veins. “I’ll still make you feel that even when it abates.”  

Once the bath is almost full, he places you down and climbs in before you take your place between his legs, settling against his chest. His arms slip around your waist with the ease and familiarity of someone who’s long since learned the contours of your body, although such a sweet discovery is yet to be fully undertaken.  

The hushed quiet of the room, broken only by the gentle lapping of water and the soft cadence of your breathing, cocoons you both in a rare peace. His mouth finds the curve of your neck, tracing idle, lingering kisses that promise more, but for now, contentment settles over you like the steam, thick and comforting.  

You lean back, letting your head rest against his shoulder, fingers entwining with his beneath the surface, and for a moment, it feels as though the world outside, the rain, the cold, the questions and worries have all been washed away, leaving only this quiet intimacy, rich and intoxicating. 

You’d be dealing in untruths if you stated you hadn’t yearned for this with him. 

“This is the second bath I’ve had today,” you note, watching the wisps of steam rising from your legs. 

“Ahh, but you didn’t have me in the first one, did you?”  

Indeed not. A big, sexy vampire is nothing but a welcome addition to the water. “I didn’t.” You pause, turning to look at him, humming happily when he presses his lips to yours. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you, too,” he whispers, hands stroking you with reverence. “I think that’s why I finally decided to stop being a twat and just, well...” 

“Bang me into the lawn so hard, it probably left a body dent behind?” 

He laughs, a loud burst that rings beautifully in your ears. “Yes, that’s it. In all honesty, though, I think I was grappling with a lot before. My own rising tide of envy, the very natural urge to be protective over you, truly not wanting to confuse you further by throwing myself into what must already be a very delicate balance for you to negotiate.” He kisses your head, a hand stroking fondly down your arm. “Some things are not created to be fought against, though.” 

“No, they aren’t,” you reply, smiling happily. “I’m glad you gave in. I think it’s probably better you did. Before I make my decision, I need to get to know you, all of you, and that means you not hiding from me no matter your reasons.” He remains quiet, and you chase a droplet of water down his forearm with your fingernail. “I don’t know how well I’ll do with IV in getting to know him. He only drank my blood this morning because I forced him, took advantage of the fact that you vampires have a tough time passing up an open wound. This is literally the only reason I know what I do about him.” 

His arms tighten around a fraction, and you know it’s him once again silently thanking you for your actions. “His life as a human was marred by such cruelty. I suppose now you understand his hostility is nothing personal. Humans were rarely good to him.”  

“I do,” you sigh, remembering the way he’d trembled with the rage and shame of it, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I can’t imagine how frightened he must’ve been, being led off by the priest time after time, knowing exactly what would happen.”  

“There is no sin as wicked, brutalising the innocence of children. It still brings me pleasure; to know he will never be released from his torment. Seven hundred metres he lies beneath the surface, never to be granted reprieve, until the end of all time. A fitting punishment, I thought.” 

Turning your head, you kiss the crook of his forearm. “You were right to.”  

A few more moments of contented silence pass between you, the cradle of hot water soothing, a question suddenly coming into your still blissed out brain. “Why did you choose them to be your offspring? And why so few, when you’ve been here for so long?” 

“The curse is why so few,” he begins, and you realise you probably should have figured that out on your own. “As for them, they had unique qualities I admired. II was the most barbaric fighter I had ever witnessed, his power and skills unsurpassed. I found him dying in his camp, with what we now know to be sepsis set into a wound on his side. My blood couldn’t have cured that, it only works on wounds, not disease or infection. I offered him instead life eternal, to walk with me forever beneath the stars, allow him to continue being the great man he was.  

“In III, I saw a doctor so misunderstood, cast aside by society when he should have been hailed for his vision. He still remains so brilliant, continues even now to study the medical profession, as he’s likely already shared with you. He could walk into a hospital again tomorrow and assist in saving lives, if only the pompous cunts who cast their rule over us would let him.  

He pauses, his smile a touch fonder, something softening in his eyes. “Finally, in IV, I didn’t so much see greatness as I encountered a lost soul who reminded me of myself. He was truly all alone, had no understanding of family, of loving bonds. I’m glad I could give him that, prove to him that we could be trusted. The stories of our existences have been marked by different tragedies, but together in the eternity of our vampirism, we have woven something truly remarkable as a family.” 

A family you find yourself drifting closer towards, your own threads tangling with theirs. Some intertwine with complexities, little knots that you realise will take much undoing, others knitted flawlessly. You’re a part of the tapestry now, but whether your woven scene will continue, or remain a mere flash of an image in their eternal lives is still to be contemplated.  

You lie in comfortable conversation until your fingers begin to prune, climbing from the tub and drying off, moving into his bedroom. There, your bare skin is kissed by the warmth of the roaring fire, Ves standing before you, his hand reaching to remove the clip from your hair. It tumbles into his fingers, his lips finding yours, kisses of sensual, soft longing exchanged as he guides you down to his huge bed.  

What you shared outside was driven by primal urgency, all need and fury. Now, though, with the entire evening ahead of you, the heat between you burns slow as you make time for acquaintance through exploration.  

Your hands traverse him, enjoying the feel of hard, lithe muscles undulating beneath your palms, finally granting yourself the desire you kept locked deep in your thoughts from the very beginning; the desire to know what it is to touch him.  

Whatever god or higher power created him, they crafted him into a being of deadly intent wrapped in sublime beauty, yet there is nothing dangerous in him as he maps paths over your skin with his fingertips, kissing your slow, his smooth chest beginning to steadily rise and fall beneath your hands. 

The path his hands take are followed by his mouth, little skitters running like currents beneath your skin. He reads them, mapping each with kisses, wet trails from the tip of his tongue marking every judder. His touch is delicate yet precise, a hum of erotic divinity already winding tight in your core, your walls becoming dewy and pulsing with desire as his lips close around your nipples in turn.  

Curling tendrils of warmth creep through you, watching as he flicks his tongue over one of those pink, pebbled peaks receiving the focus his mouth, a faint, aroused growl rattling in the back of his throat, eyes bled garnet. He leans to you, thumb dragging over your lower lip, the kiss he presses to your mouth evoking a deep crackle of heat.  

“You are so impossibly beautiful, Grace,” he murmurs, nuzzling you softly. “I could live my time all over again and still scarcely comprehend such radiance.”  

These creatures... between the sexual prowess and words of affirmation, they’ve ruined humans for you entirely. Nobody makes you feel quite as revered, or as alive, as the attentions bestowed upon you by living death.  

Each of your breaths are pulled in shakily, his mouth once again wandering over you. Your neck, arms, chest and torso are worshipped, and you know there’s a tiny little bit of menace there beneath the veil of such a wholly considerate lover. He’s making you keen with the thought of where his mouth could go, and every sensation it’ll bestow once it arrives there.  

Until then, your body bounces with the tiny lightning strikes the press of his lips and swirls of his tongue evoke, the thousands upon thousands of years learning exactly how to revere a woman’s body making you feel mindless from it; and he’s barely even begun. Your body sways, hips pushed back down by two big hands warmed from your skin, his tongue swirling at the juncture of your hip. 

His hands tour your legs, pushing them to part wide, lips pressing kisses slowly up your inner thigh. From that first view of you spread before him, he’s transfixed, caught in the battle to tease you a little longer versus the need to sate his own desire by burying his mouth against the soft, dewy pink of your cunt.  

He settles somewhere between the two, knowing he has you near out of your mind for his touch, tongue fluttering over a spot upon your thigh as he brings his fingers to you, stroking over your slit. Your hips buck, a mewl spilling over your lips like wine, jolting at the feel of him laying a soft bite to your flesh.  

Transfixed at the sight of you, your pretty womanhood splayed before him, he gently teases your opening with his fingertips, groaning a deep rumble as he slides them into you fully. You flex with a soft clench of appreciation, feeling him moving them in circles over your front wall, widening, narrowing, his exploration pulling whines from you as your body begins to shake.  

The intensity of his ministrations sends a glow of bliss tingling over your skin, fingers mapping every single nerve ending, pressing into them to send you on a breathless trajectory to the edges of heaven. You can feel yourself growing wetter, unable to believe he has you so mindless from the press of two fingers alone, those widening and tightening circles drawn so precisely, you feel yourself ascending already.  

You lurch against his touch, and he gives you more, pressing firmer, eyes ruby dark as he watches you closely, peppering kisses against your inner thigh. Your walls spasm, thousands of tiny glimmers rushing over your nerves, barely able to believe he’s got you there with such little effort, your cunt streaming over his fingers as you begin to cry out on every soft pant.  

“Mmm, that’s it, darling,” he murmurs, “come apart for me.”  

It breaks over you cataclysmically, every muscle locking as you quiver hard, goosepimples flushing over your skin, the burst of pleasure shining over you like the bright of dawn. You shake violently, his free hand soothing you as it sweeps over your body, fingers gentling, lips kissing their way down your thigh.  

You feel drunk on him entirely, head spinning, heart still pounding. “Oh, my god,” you pant, “what the hell did you just do to me?”  

He chuckles, tongue flicking over your mound. “Blew your mind, apparently.” Oh, he’s smug with it, but he has every right to be. “And to think, I’ve only just begun.”  

The tip of his tongue makes contact, your outer lips traced, fingers still gently moving in a wave within before widening, holding you spread, a softly flickered lick landing upon your opening. Tingles suffuse, your mind feeling syrupy and feverish at that first contact of his tongue licking at you, your gaping little hole tickled by cool wet.  

His fingers leave you, Ves sucking them clean with a grunt, tongue returning to circle around your opening a few times before dragging, slow and firm right to the crest of your slit. You hiss with it, the first slicks of his tongue moving intently over your clit, hands fisting the pillow beneath your head, your back arching elegantly like a bow.  

You’re losing your mind, panting hard, your moans rich and sinful. “Please, please don’t stop!” 

He settles into a rhythm, eyes falling shut, hands curled around your thighs and grasping, holding you spread as his tongue whirls with light, then firm contact. The contrasting stimulation blacks out your brain for a moment, sends you fuzzy with it, pleasure fanning through you in warm waves.  

Your hips move in soft little ruts against his mouth, and he knows you need more, tongue firming to flicker hard, sending you boneless, his lips closing over your bud to suck with a baritone rumble. Your pleasure comes sharp, his cheeks hollowed out, the epicentre radiating to meet the soft pulsing within your chest, tingles suffusing even further when he adds the pressure of a rolling tongue.  

His mouth, warmed by the incessant gorging upon your slick sex, works you hard but with lazy heat, humming around you quietly. His fingers stroke over your thighs, reverent fingertips circling in time with his tongue, flint strikes crackling over your entire body.  Closing your eyes, your fingers sink into the soft of his hair, and it hits you like a thousand tiny illuminations, the slick of your release flowing onto his tongue. But oh... he doesn’t stop.  

The rolling of his tongue gentles, tracing the tip around your slit until you cool down a little, the crimson of his eyes almost bled to black from the inking of his pupils, lust blown and focusing on you intently.  

“You taste so fucking sweet when you come.” he groans, gently dipping his tongue into you, the little nudge of his nose against your bud making you gasp. He eventually returns his mouth to it, soft licks building you again, hands traversing your sweat beaded body, the pleasure pooling syrupy and deep.  

He makes you feel so good, it almost hurts, the throbbing ache within sated partially by his fingers slipping into you, two then three, trawling your depths, ecstasy blazing as he sucks on you again. It becomes too intense, winding tight, your tummy jumping as lightning starts to flicker, and he reads it, backing off the contact.  

You’re held there in that torturous precipice, not quite allowed to tip over, your cries loudening as the fever within you burns like a forest fire. You’d curse the way these creatures can finely tune their touches to this level of skill... if it didn’t feel so criminally good.  

You sob, your body jerking and trembling with it, your overly sensitive cunt trickling hot over his fingers, Ves working you to it, backing off, sending your thoughts to pure static. You’re floating through the garden of his pleasure, need pulsing strong to feel anchored to the moment again, that tethering delivered when he moves to kneel before you, letting your ascension finally reach its crest as he feeds his cock slowly into the soaking mess of you.  

With every inch that slips in, you’re laddered higher and higher into your release, fluttering around him madly as he leans to you, hands bracketing your face, mouth pressing to yours. It feels like something torn from you, both broken from your soul and fused to it at the same time, Ves pulling from your mouth as his fangs snap.  

Oh, how you crave for him to bite you, but you know even if he could, if your blood didn’t affect him badly, he wouldn’t. You do receive your wish granted for teeth, though, once his fangs have receded. Little bites crush sharp at your neck, his cock pressing thick and deep into you, as much as you can physically manage before he pulls back agonisingly slowly.  

“Fuck...” he exhales on a shuddered breath, his chest beginning to rise and fall. “You feel, ahhh!” Moving, he pitches your legs over his shoulders, a couple more of his many inches sinking in, leaning to you once again to offer kisses steeped in sugared embers. Pushing back, he fills you again, and you have never felt so stretched, the sound of it lewd, sinful, your walls glossing him thickly at the wide heft of his shaft.  

The heat of it is incandescent, an inferno unchecked, his hands everywhere as he gazes at you, inhuman growls echoing up through his throat. Your tummy clutches tight, feverish want feeling like it’s burning a hole within you, sparks scraped by the repetitive, deep spearing of his cock. Moving his thumb, he brings it to your clit, the little bud still oversensitive, his touch accommodating to that.  

“You look so impossibly pretty, split so wide around my cock,” he virtually purrs, a little shift of his hips sending him at a different angle, making you cuss and whimper. “Mmm, yes. That’s it, my beauty. Let me hear every one of those sweet little moans.”  

The rhythm of it sends ecstasy splicing through you, your spine alight with it, falling apart beneath him with a feral wail as you come for the... you’ve lost count. Fourth time? It matters not, Ves slipping your legs from your shoulder and hauling you up so you’re astride him, giving you no recovery time as he begins to bounce you upon his cock.  

Glimmers race, tingles suffusing around the fissuring of him, and you feel it again, the current of bliss dragging at the edges of your focus. You clutch onto him, save going limp, but your arms feel like jelly. He tightens his hold, smiling widely when you mouth ‘oh my bloody god!’ at him, kisses soft.  

“Told you I’d make you feel like you were floating.”  

He wasn’t wrong, although the magic of his blood still casts its spells upon your consciousness, it’s the pleasure he gives taking centre stage here.  It’s soul-rending magnificence, to share intimacy with a vampire who has had an eternity to utterly master it. The pleasure of it builds once again, but this time sinks into you rather than thudding out, a drawn-out wash of light glowing over your entire being, his hands slowly sliding down your glistening back.  

Grasping your bum, he pulls you tighter against him, driving his hips up into the viscid clench of your cunt, his moans thickening as his chest heaves and he spills into you. His body shudders from it, forehead rested to yours, humming contentedly against your lips. 

“I’d keep going, but I don’t want to split you in two.” 

Entirely possible, being that he has a cock like a small arm holding onto a bloody apple! 

“I’d appreciate a rest, yes,” you sigh with soft laughter, kissing him again. “You’re a lot of vampire to take!” 

He hums a chuckle, leaning to move the duvet back and carefully place you beneath it, cock slipping from you with a very audible schlick. “I know. Some women haven’t been as brave in my past, but you likely do not want to hear about such.” 

Your eyes widen a touch, reaching to poke his chest with your index finger. “I do if they’re funny stories.” 

He tries to bite back his grin, but it doesn’t quite work. “Mm, some are, actually. Recently, there was a woman when I went away on business to Greece last year who fainted when she saw it. Then there was the woman in Florence seven years before, who screamed and ran out. II didn’t stop laughing about her for around half an hour, such was his entertainment at the situation.” 

You find yourself giggling, although you understand the apprehension. If you’d seen it before being arrowed with it, you might have had a few reservations, being that it’s the hugest thing you’ve ever seen swing between someone’s legs. “Yeah, I sort of don’t blame them.” Your eyes flit down, then back to his face. “It feels amazing, though.” 

He looks quietly smug. “Why, thank you."  

“So, you mention business,” you venture, because you have wondered. “III said something about you having a lot of properties you rent out. Is that how you became so obscenely wealthy?” 

He turns onto his back, pulling you near, and you rest your head against his shoulder. “In part, yes. Before then, I had amassed a huge wealth from the selling of ancient antiquities, although as far as inland revenue are concerned, that money doesn’t exist.” 

You smile, tracing a circle around his nipple, watching it begin to peak against your fingertip. “You’re very shrewd, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” he chirps, looking pleased with himself. “If you ever find yourself short of cash, too, you’ve only to come and ask. The vault was installed in the very last room at the end of the hallway, so I have an ample stack on hand. As I stated to you before, I have entirely too much money to know what to do with. It keeps my offspring very comfortable, so you should take advantage of that, too.” 

It makes you feel a little uneasy, to hear such words, being that you’ve always very much been a proponent of finding your own way in life. The only real windfall you’ve ever had was being left your grandmother’s house. “That’s very generous of you, but I like being able to pay my own way.”  

Those words, oh, you’re a tonic to him. He can spot them a mile away, women who only see him for his money. The last he had within that very bedroom, who he attempted to distract himself with while you were in the next room over with II, was very much that type of woman. He watched her mentally adding up his worth, dreaming of slotting herself into his world to become nothing but a spoiled, pampered girlfriend, should she be lucky enough. 

He never saw her again. 

Reaching to your face, he strokes your cheek, his smile warm. “You truly are a rare breed, Grace.” 

“I don’t think I’m that rare,” you shrug. “Plenty of women out there enjoy providing for themselves without the cash of a man to fall back on. Perhaps you’ve been attracting the wrong type of woman?” 

He chuckles softly, leaning to kiss your head. “You have absolutely no clue over your rarity. And yes, I think I probably have.” He studies you, finger gliding along your jaw, your own eyes focusing on him just as intently. He’s so beautiful to you, but not at all in the conventionally handsome way. High cheekbones, an unproud chin upon a nice jawline, pretty lips, a long neck and huge, blue eyes. “What?” 

“Nothing,” you whisper softly, leaning to plant a kiss on those pretty lips. “I was just thinking how lovely you are to look at.” Shuffling closer, you press your mouth to his, turning him onto his back. “I think I’m rested plenty.” 

He chuckles, and the sound is rich and velvety. “Oh, well far be it of me to stop where your mouth is going.”  

In truth, you’re probably not rested enough, still aching between your legs, but part of that throb is gilded in want for the vampire whose chest you pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses across, descending to his abs. God, he’s so chiselled, like he’s been carved from alabaster, your tongue touring the dips and rises of his muscles, chasing licks over every shadow cast upon him, hand reaching down to grasp his cock.  

Mmm, he’s still like iron, your grip pumping slowly upon him, staggered by the feel of it, the huge girth that narrows a little more as the base, feeling him twitch against your fingers as a soft grunt rends the air. That sound deepens considerably when you bring your mouth to him, fingers gently tugging his foreskin back to suck upon the nerve ending rich head concealed beneath.  

Tentatively, you slip more of him into your mouth, relaxing your jaw, feeling the heft of him pressing onto your tongue. It’s a strain, trying to accommodate him, being mindful of teeth placement. 

“Sorry, I’m trying, but... not to labour the point about you being a lot to take,” you say, pausing to flick your tongue over the head of him.  

It sends the kind of bolts up his spine that render him mute for a few seconds. “I don’t expect you to break your jaw in attempt to, darling.” A few more flicks, a very aroused growl. “Doing what you’re doing right now... fuck. No words. Other than please, don’t stop.” 

Hearing that little twang of desperation in his voice fuels your desire, turns it into a thing that runs on its own momentum, your tongue laying quick slicks all over the tip of his cock. You let a liberal trickle of saliva roll down his shaft, lubing him plentifully to the clutch of your hand, working him in time with your mouth.  

Suck, flicker, squeeze, pull, moaning as you pleasure him, watching as his chest begins to softly rise and fall. It will never be something you tire of, rendering a creature capable of such barbarity to a brain-scrambled mess beneath your touch.  

“Mmm, yeah. I love the way this beautiful cock feels when it pulses in my mouth,” you purr, dragging your nails over his abs with your free hand, his groans thickening, loudening, arousal amping sharply. “That’s it, oh wow. You’re so bloody hard. I can’t wait to feel you come right down my throat.”  

Whether human or vampire, if there’s one thing males cannot get enough of, it’s being dirty talked to as they get close, Ves reaching that point a lot quicker than you anticipated, your tongue working him diligently, a cold jet of cum coating your tongue as he groans low. Swallowing, you move back up the bed, placing yourself astride his hips and sinking down onto his still twitching cock, bracing your hands against his chest.  

Your mouth falls open, feeling him so, so deep inside you, his hands moving to your waist as you begin to ride him slow. Each sinfully sensual roll of your hips has his cock hitting you at every angle, every depth, his hands beginning to tour your skin, the mutual share of desire shared not wavering for a moment. 

The rise and fall of your bodies, the intensity of your tryst plays out like a dance, sometimes languid, often fervid, right throughout the small hours. In fact, it borders on brutal shortly before the break of dawn, but oh, how you thrive.  

To have him pounding into your soaking wet, ruined centre from behind, spanking your bum with hard strikes, with your hair wrapped around his fist as he holds your bent like a bow is erotic bliss in the extreme. The fact he’s growling low and predatory with his fangs bared as he does it does nothing but ramp up the already scorching heat. 

You crest with a shrill cry, spine alight with nirvana itself, Ves pulling from you, yanking you around to face him, pushing his cock into your mouth and fucking you until you gag, but ultimately do not spill a drop as he comes deep in your throat.  

Panting hard, you lick your way up the trail of hair leading to his navel, over his heaving chest, biting his neck as he recedes his fangs, your mouth crushing to his in kisses full of smoking embers.  

“Again,” you demand, pulling him down atop you, feeding his cock back into the burning wet of your cunt. 

He arches an eyebrow. “You’ll be sore come the evening,” he warns. “I can’t give you any more of my blood, you’ve probably had too much as it is.” 

You have, and even with only the application of it to your skin, you’re high out of your mind and very, very horny. Of course, he knows that. “Don’t care,” you beam, biting his lower lip, tongue swirling with his. “I want you again.”  

“Well, what the lady wants,” he begins, kissing you sensually, his mouth moving to your throat as he arrows into you fully. “The lady gets.” He then looks down upon you with a wink. “Eventually.” 

Slipping from your heat, he kisses his way back down your body, the connection of a rolling lick over the pearl of your sex making you jolt. If that’s what you’re going to receive, then eventually is just fine.  

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