#oflustwritten

──── kai guided rae to the mirror, their eyes meeting in the reflection. the room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows that danced across their intertwined figures. his eyes, intense and unwavering, followed every movement as he positioned her in front of the reflective surface. he could feel the warmth of her body pressing against his, the anticipation palpable in the air between them.

sitting in his game chair, he watched intently as she began to lower herself onto him, his own breath catching at the sight. “that's it, my good girl...” his hands gripped her hips firmly, ensuring she moved at a steady pace. his gaze stayed fixed on her face, noting every subtle change in her expression as his cock stretched her. the way her lips parted and her brows furrowed slightly sent a thrill through him.

bringing the vibrator around, he kept one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place. with a deliberate slowness, he pressed the device against her clit, watching as her body reacted to the new sensation. a smirk played on his lips as he adjusted the intensity, his eyes locked onto the mirror to capture every moment. the vibrations created a hum that seemed to resonate with the tension in the air, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“keep watching,” he murmured, his voice a low command that echoed in the room. his grip tightened, ensuring she stayed steady as the vibrations took hold. he observed the tension in her muscles, the way her body responded to his touch. his own arousal grew as he saw the effect he had on her, a deep satisfaction coursing through him. every twitch, every moan, was a testament to his control.

he kept his movements controlled and deliberate, guiding her rhythm and adjusting the vibrator’s position with practiced ease. his eyes never left the mirror, relishing in the sight of her becoming more and more responsive. each tremor of pleasure that ran through her only fueled his desire, his grip on her unwavering. the way her body seemed to melt into his touch was intoxicating, a symphony of submission and ecstasy.

“you’re beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice a rough murmur filled with possessive pride. “my perfect little doll.” his gaze remained fixed on their reflection, taking in every detail, every reaction, as he continued to drive her towards the edge. the sight and sound of her unraveling under his control was a powerful aphrodisiac, cementing his dominance and satisfaction. the glistening of her skin, the soft gasps and moans, created an intoxicating symphony of sensation.

as the moments stretched on, he found himself utterly captivated by the sight before him. his hand moved with precision, the vibrator a tool of pleasure that he wielded with expertise. he watched her every reaction, adjusting his touch to elicit the most profound responses. the tension built between them, an electric charge that seemed to fill the room.

he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “you belong to me, little one.” the words were a vow, a declaration of his unwavering claim. his hand moved faster, the intensity of the vibrator increasing as he felt her nearing the peak of pleasure. the anticipation was a heady mix of desire and control, driving him to push her further.

it'd been brett's idea for the three to go on a hike together, a little alone time for them in the woods. pretty views, no one around to monitor their conversations, room for anything to happen. if he was honest, it was hard to keep his hands of rae, and he knows dominic felt the same way about it. it was a secluded trail, but brett didn't want to risk anything. "hey, i think there's a nice view over here for us to have a nice break," he nods in a direction off trail for the two.

rae is laid out on the bed, dawning just in a simple lace thong, red hair splayed all across the comforter for the two men. dominic lays down, the weight of the bed shifting as he lays down next to her, fingers lightly dancing up skin, brushing over her naval as his head dips to kiss her neck. his fingers then move up to lightly tweak at her nipples, taking in her touch, her scent.

archer heard the front door click shut and the soft thud of shoes hitting the floor. he glanced up from the book he wasn’t really reading, catching a glimpse of her as she moved into the living room. she didn’t say anything, but the way she dropped her keys onto the table with a sigh told him enough—another bad date.

he leaned back into the couch, pretending to keep his focus on the pages in front of him, though all his attention was on her. the quiet lingered in the room, the only sound her soft movements as she made her way to the kitchen. archer closed the book, setting it aside.

“rough night?” he asked, his voice casual, though the tension in his chest gave him away. he heard her shifting behind him, and for a second, he debated whether to say what had been gnawing at him for weeks.

his fingers tapped against the couch, his eyes trailing to the side, as if gauging how much to reveal. he let out a low chuckle, trying to ease into it. “maybe you need something to take your mind off it,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, a hint of something heavier behind the words. he shifted his weight, adjusting himself on the couch as if he were just getting comfortable, though every muscle was tense.

he stretched his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing against the cushion where she would usually sit. “you know,” he started, his tone casual but deliberate, “there are… better ways to end a shitty night.” the suggestion lingered in the air, subtle but clear, his words carrying an unspoken invitation. his heart thudded a little harder in his chest, though he kept his face composed, acting as though nothing had really changed.

erryn had always prided herself on her detachment from humans. for centuries, she had walked the earth, observing their brief lives with a mix of curiosity and disdain. mortals were fragile, their passions and desires fleeting compared to the timeless existence of creatures like herself.

yet, despite her resolve, erryn found herself drawn to rae in a way she had never experienced before. it wasn’t just her beauty or the intensity of their connection that stirred something within erryn—it was the vulnerability that rae unwittingly unveiled.

rae’s earnestness, her unwavering trust in erryn’s world, had begun to chip away at erryn’s stoic facade. she had sworn to herself never to grow attached to a human, to avoid the entanglements that came with mortal emotions. but rae was different.

when erryn looked into rae’s eyes, she saw a reflection of her own longing for companionship, for someone to share her world with. the centuries of solitude suddenly felt heavier, burdened by the realization that perhaps humans weren’t just fleeting beings to be observed from a distance.

erryn fought against the rising tide of emotion, reminding herself of the dangers of attachment. humans aged and died, leaving behind heartache and loss. yet, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t deny the warmth that rae brought to her cold existence.

“i can’t afford to get attached,” erryn whispered to herself, a conflicted expression crossing her features as she watched rae sleep peacefully beside her. the bond they had forged was undeniable, and with each passing moment, erryn felt herself slipping further into uncharted territory.

but as much as she resisted, erryn knew deep down that rae had already begun to change her. whether it was for better or worse, she couldn’t yet discern. all she knew was that her oath of detachment was crumbling, and the allure of human connection was proving stronger than she had ever imagined.

erryn rose silently from her seat and approached the bed where rae lay sleeping. her movements were deliberate, cautious not to disturb the peaceful slumber that graced rae's features. habitually, erryn extended her hand, fingertips grazing rae's cheek with a feather light touch before gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

as erryn stood there, gazing down at rae, her heart raced with anticipation and apprehension. she knew all too well the consequences of what she was about to do. feeding from rae would bind her, making her erryn's sire—a profound and irreversible connection in their world. it was a desperate act born out of an overwhelming fear of losing rae, yet erryn found herself willing to risk it all.

the faint moonlight filtering through the window cast a soft glow on rae's face, highlighting the vulnerability that stirred erryn's conflicted emotions. she wrestled with the weight of her decision, torn between her oath of detachment and the deepening bond she felt with rae.

but in that fleeting moment, as erryn hesitated by rae's bedside, she knew that her resolve was crumbling. the allure of rae's presence, the warmth of her trust, and the undeniable pull of their shared moments had already begun to reshape erryn's solitary existence.