#spitroasting

they keep you tied up and blindfolded in a dark, comfortably heated room. food and drinks are provided regularly, but the blindfold stays on and the clothes stay off so you never catch a glimpse of who and how many enter the room and you're always ready for any of their needs.

they may visit you at any hour of the day and you never know how many there are. you can only try and guess by how many claws grab a hold of your arms, your waist, your thighs, your ankles; and by how many throbbing cocks tease at and use your holes for their whims and pleasure, and for what feels like never-ending loads of hot thick cum.

so it goes. sometimes they come in just to pump quick loads in you, driving you to the edge but not giving you time to go over it, and then just leave you wet, trembling and desperate for more. sometimes they take their time filling you up, and you're not quite sure whether your overstimmed screaming after cumming over and over is of no interest to them, or if it just serves to encourage them further to keep going.

Note: Hope you’re still into 30 Days of Night two years later. x_x Eventually I will empty out my inbox. Eventually. Maybe. Mentions of canon-typical violence, but Marlow and Zurial are actually nice to reader. 

Imagine agreeing to being shared by Marlow and Zurial. 

It didn’t immediately occur to you that Marlow and the others were vampires. Pallor aside, their undifferentiated teeth and blackout eyes brought to mind sharks. This was a seaside town. A shiver of predatory mermen stuck on the Alaskan coast, unable or unwilling to migrate to southern waters… Fishmen evolved to grow legs… It made as much sense as anything. 

It wasn’t until you directly witnessed one rip out your neighbor’s larynx did you realize your mistake. Even so, you reasoned, if they’d risen from the depths, they were probably used to swallowing small prey whole. No molars meant chewing was right out. Then there were the problems of dehydration and hyponatremia. It made sense Lamniform’d “humans” slaked their thirst on blood. 

They showed zero mercy to any townspeople they came across. You doubted you would be an exception. Most of your morbid curiosity was quickly quashed, but you needed to know their whereabouts. So you quietly watched them hunt. Later, you wondered if they’d been aware of their audience. At the time you’d felt somewhat safe. By pure coincidence, your resources contained, if the lore was to be believed, many traditional vampire repellents. 

Too bad I’m not dealing with traditional vampires, you had thought, when two men, each with a blood-soaked chin and nocturnal stare, stood in your kitchen. They didn’t immediately acknowledge your presence. Instead, they conversed with each other. About what, you had no earthly clue. It wasn’t in English. All you could do was stay still, eye trained on your unwelcome guests through the threshold. The kitchen door was barely ajar and you stood almost catty-corn from them, afraid to even turn your head. 

From prior observation you knew the older man with the widow’s peak was the leader. The younger, who definitely looked like he’d have asked a vampire to bite him prior to turning (if he hadn’t been born one), deferred to the older. Though even to your ears the chat sounded slightly heated. 

More heated than their bodies, probably. Were they ectotherms or endotherms? 

Your question was about to be answered, you realized, when the younger man’s gaze slid to you. You hadn’t even seen him move. With sclerae and irises black as pupils, his eyes could have been fixed on anything. His slow grin made it apparent they’d landed on his next victim. 

The older one said something. All you could do was hold your ground, wondering if you looked as resigned as you felt. His tongue, a deeper red than any human’s, darted out, lapping at his crimson-coated lips. 

“My name is Marlow,” his elder said, “and this is Zurial.”

“______.” 

Marlow’s face was likewise cleansed. Till there was no evidence of hematophagy. Mouth pressed in a teeth-hiding smile that matched Zurial’s. They were close enough you could finally see the whites of their eyes, still dominated by pupils dilated despite the low light. 

“What are you?”

Perhaps a useless question, but they didn’t treat it as such.

“Vampires.”

They were well dressed, despite the vanished blood having indicated they’d had a feeding frenzy recently. Zurial wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath his jacket, but all that did was make him look like some goth rocker. You were pretty sure he’d had a white tee. Maybe it was in the wash. 

Hydrogen peroxide and cold water, you thought. No one moved. Telepathy was, thankfully, not one of their powers. 

Aloud, “You can use hydrogen peroxide and cold water.”

If you were going to be preyed upon, you wanted to be leached dry. Not a drop wasted. If that was unrealistic, you at least didn’t want to leave any essence of yourself on their clothing. 

“We promise it’s not your lifeblood we’re after,” Marlow confessed, clasping your hand between his icy palms. You felt heat rise to your face, before being softly siphoned into his hold. And then his embrace. 

See? Marlow’s softer smile seemed to say. No gills.

Both his and Zurial’s touch had warmed considerably after you reciprocated their feelings. You were given permission to check their necks and sides for any piscine features. Claws retracted, neither returned your caresses as they patiently waited for your examination to end.

When it did, you nodded. The two men flocked to your side. You stood nude, and they quickly joined in your nakedness. When you’d agreed to throuple with them, they agreed not to “raw” you. At least in the cunt. Marlow wanted so badly for you to consume his seed. Zurial was actually putting on a condom. He’d been somewhat reluctant at first, until Marlow hissed some unknown words to him. It was clear that he wanted to fuck you above all else, even if there was a barrier he wasn’t used to.

And omega doesn’t believe a word he says until he gets to witness it for himself. The usual feisty little thing that says he could fuck any ghoul five ways to Sunday? Sure.

Alpha just tells him to watch, to come into the chapel at a certain time if he really wants to witness it for himself.

“You’re a fucking weirdo,” You could hear Yoru say irritably.

You could imagine his face pulled into a scowl, eyes narrowed and fists itching for a fight.

A suave voice cut in, tone much more even then the first, “I have unconventional tastes; so what. I don’t see the big deal.”

You wanted to interject, to tell them to stop arguing for one second and let you catch your breath.

“The big deal is,” Yoru cut in, “Is that cause of you I don’t get to see her face.”

Chamber sounds confused, “Quel? I only covered her eyes.”

“Yeah, that’s the fucking point. I can’t see her pretty eyes water while I fuck her face.”

You can practically hear the French man rolling his eyes, “I truly doubt she wants to look at your ugly visage the whole time.”

“Asshole…” Yoru mumbled.

You tried not to gag when he shoved his cock deeper into your mouth, as if trying to vent his frustrations out on your face. You couldn’t even silently plead for him to give you air with your eyes; the cloth was thick , the only thing you could see were faint dark shapes moving beyond the blindfold, which you were assuming was Yoru, standing up and looking down on you servicing his cock.

There was another cock pushing inside of you from behind as well. You could hear Chamber groaning as he pounded your hole, the lewd noises almost loud enough to cover up Yoru’s harsh swears as he thrusts his hips into your mouth without a care. You could feel your hands and knees buckle, and you tried your hardest to stay steady, despite being swayed forward and back with every rough thrust from either end.

“You feel so perfect, darling,” his French accent was ragged with arousal and satisfaction.

You could only imagine what he was seeing; you skewered on his cock, form trembling and weak as you were choked from one end and fucked from the other. The two of them had insane stamina, and at this point you were almost afraid you would pass out from the overstimulation and lack of proper air.

Yoru’s cock hit the back of your throat again, but this time he didn’t pull away. You tried to back off his long member, but a rough hand pressed against the back of your head, shoving you close against his pelvis. You tried to focus on breathing out your nose, his musky scent filling your brain and making you dizzy.

“Oh god… I could fuck this slutty mouth forever,” Yoru slurred, accent thick in the midst of his pleasure.

You heard Chamber tsk from behind you, “Typical. No class at all.”

“Oh yeah?” Yoru snapped, grabbing your hair now and pulling at it.

You whimpered the best you could, lips spread wide around his cock, jaw sore and throat abused. You were starting to see stars, and you were worried if Yoru would forgot you needed air.

“Yes. At least I can make her feel good. Do you know how many times I’ve made her cum on this cock?”

“I don’t care,” Yoru states dully, as he finally pulls out of your mouth, letting you gasp for a second before quickly shoving back in, “Her voice is gonna be all hoarse tomorrow and everyone will know it’s cause of me. Bigger mark then you could ever leave, huh?”

You felt Chambers hands tighten on your waist, and you pray Yoru’s goading doesn’t make him do anything brash. Your arms and legs trembled under you, and your pussy was beyond sore. And they were both just so big… it was hard to think straight when they kept shoving their cocks inside of you, conversing over your body like it was just another petty argument.

“Lowly rift walker,” Chamber actually sounded pissed off for once, “I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t even be able to walk straight for days. The only thing she’ll be able to remember is me. Not you.”

Yoru made a half-scoff half-moan, suddenly jackhammering his shaft roughly into your warm mouth as you gagged.

“Ugh— fuck this blindfold,” Your vision is suddenly flooded with light, “Hey baby, look at me.”

You blearily look upwards, past his moving hips and his exposed chest, to Yoru’s displeased face, which was flushed a deep red. He throws the blindfold to the side with one hand, and locks eyes with you.

“That’s it,” He groaned, “Keep looking at me, there you go. Show me how those pretty eyes cry for me, yeah? Only me, right?”

You have no way of answering him, but your eyes do fill with tears. The room smells like sex and sweat, but they still aren’t done, the two men using your body like a doll. Yoru looks satisfied by your compliance, hand going to your hair to this time run his hand through the strands, the gentle gesture feeling like a reward in the midst all the pain you’ve put up with.

“You dirty cheater,” Chamber hisses.

Yoru glances up at the other man and smirks victoriously. You feel like you can hear Chamber gritting his teeth before he’s suddenly pounding into you even harder, and leaning over your small body and biting down your backside. You cry out in surprise and pain, but the sound is still muffled by Yoru’s dick, so your cries come out as soft moans and whimpers.

“Good fucking girl… keep making those sounds for me,” He says between bites, “Let me hear how much you love when I mark you up, darling.”

You can feel bruises and hickys already forming on your backside. You want to tell the two of them to stop fighting already, but it’s too late.

When you feel Chamber’s lips curve into a smile against your skin, and Yoru’s hands grip at your hair again, pulling you against him roughly, you know for certain.