#stack x mary

Their lips felt like honey—so rich with delicate temptation, soft, but burnin’ with passion.

In the thick of the moment, their hands started roamin', greedy and sure—like they was tryna memorize every inch of you. They always had them big ol' hands, the kind that gripped your thighs like nothin', pushin' your body around like it weighed air. Feelin' their lips on your skin, slidin' over the silk, then findin' yours—it had you moanin' soft, breath catchin' in your throat. The feel of it all was too damn familiar.

"Hol' on," Smoke muttered, glancin' 'round like he was scannin' the treeline. "Not out here."

"Why? You scared, nigga?" Stack let out a low, rough chuckle, that devilish grin stretchin’ across his face as his mouth kept workin’ that sweet, sensitive spot on your neck—slow an’ sinful, like he knew just what he was doin’. He tugged you in closer, strong hands findin’ your waist as he leaned back against the hood of the car, real casual-like. The metal was warm from the engine, but it was nothin’ compared to the heat rollin’ off him—an’ Lord, you could feel that pressure buildin’ in his slacks, plain as day. Firm, thick, and waitin’.

“Don’t need nobody layin’ eyes on her. I don’t play ‘bout what’s mine—an’ you damn well know that.”

"Nigga, we ain't playin' when it come to her—,” Stack shot back, smooth as whiskey, eyes never leavin' you. “I’d beat a muhfucka down, no talkin’. Easy.”

Lettin' out a low laugh, you start draggin' a finger slow down your thigh, eyes bouncin' between the two of 'em.

“Y’all talkin’ like I ain’t standin’ right here,” you purred, voice syrupy sweet as molasses. You slipped from their grip, slow and deliberate, pullin’ the shawl from your shoulders and lettin’ it fall to the dirt like it ain’t cost a damn thing. “If they dumb ‘nough to be out here watchin’, then we oughta’ give ’em a lil’ show.”

With a soft grin, you slid the straps of your silk dress down, lettin’ it fall around your ankles, leavin’ you standin’ there in nothin’ but your underthings. Both of ‘em froze. That look in their eyes? Pure trouble. Jaws tight, muscles flexin’, like they were fightin’ every urge not to tear into you right then and there.

“Damn,” Stack pushed off the car, his voice thick when he muttered, “Pretty lil’ thing.”

He swept you up without missin’ a beat, landin’ a sharp smack on your behind that made you let out a startled laugh. He set you down on the hood of the car, the metal still warm beneath your thighs. Then his lips found your skin—trailin’ slow and sure down your front. His mouth was hot, even through the thin fabric, makin’ you shiver where you sat, half-laid out on that shiny, elegant hood like a gift waitin’ to be unwrapped. He nuzzled lower, breath warm, lips pressin’ through the cloth restin’ over your chest. His tongue flicked just enough to pull a gasp from your lips, your hips jerkin’ up toward his mouth like you didn’t have no shame.

Smoke let out a low breath, tension easin’ from his broad shoulders. He stood close, watchin’—dark eyes locked on yours—as his hand reached for yours, thumb drawin’ slow, lazy circles over your skin while he licked his lips like he was starvin’.

Breathless, your head fell back, eyes on the rustin’ roof beams of that old sawmill, breath comin’ shallow and quick. The cicadas screeched louder now, like the world was tryin’ its damnedest to drown y’all out. But it couldn’t. Not over the sounds you were makin’. Not over the feel of their hands on you.

Stack glanced up, eyes dark and heavy, full of heat. “You want this, baby?”

‘Course you nodded—barely though. Couldn’t even find your voice. Your fingers cradled the back of his neck, tuggin’ gentle, but firm enough to tell him yes. That’s when Stack leaned down again, kissin’ a slow trail up your belly, toward your thighs.

“Ain’t no goin’ back now—,” he drawled against your skin, shootin’ one last grin up at you. He hooked the tips of his fingers ’round the edge of your panties, draggin’ ‘em down nice and slow, ‘fore settlin’ in like a man on a mission. “We gon’ ruin ya’ good.”

And Lord, you wanted 'em to.

His dark eyes glazed over at the sight of your glistenin’, pulsin’ little button, soaked and achin’ for attention. He slung one of your legs over his shoulder, then sank right in—tongue teasin’ them folds before slidin’ up to your clit, lickin’ like he’d been starvin’ for you. Every stroke was intense, unhurried, and filled with a kind of reverence that made your breath hitch and a moan slip loose from your lips.

Stack had them strong, calloused hands grippin’ your thighs firm, keepin’ you open for him. That brown skin of yours was soft as sin against his palms, and he groaned low in his throat, mouth still workin’ you like his favorite meal. Ever since the first time, he knew he was addicted—couldn’t get enough of your thighs, couldn’t stay away from bein’ buried between ’em.

A hum rumbled deep in his chest when he felt you rub on his head, your hips twitchin’ as he devoured you, slow and greedy. He loved watchin’ you fall apart—loved the way your pretty little moans echoed off the walls like a hymn. You tasted so damn sweet on his tongue, he was damn near dizzy with it.

“Fuck. Elias.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed, refusin’ to come up for air. Didn’t mean he wasn’t watchin’ you though— both of ‘em watchin’ the way your face twisted up in pure pleasure. See, Stack was a student of your body, and he’d learned every little thing that made you melt. Smoke, grew impatient, he leaned against the hood and took a perked nipple in his mouth. Suckin’ and addin’ to your buildin’ pleasure.

Takin’ it like a prayer, chest risin’ with every shaky breath as he slid his middle and index fingers along your slick entrance. And when he worked ’em inside, it was like the world faded out—all that existed was sensation. You arched back, gaspin’ like you were drownin’ in him, beggin’ without words for more.

And Lord, he gave it.

He gave until your thighs were tremblin’, until his chin was glistenin’ with that holy nectar only you could give. He didn’t speak—just looked up at you with them deep eyes full of care and heat. Even with all that hunger, all that want, he still held you like you were precious.

But still, that sober mind of yours couldn’t help but feel a little shy, a little overwhelmed at how easy it was to come undone beneath him. Like he’d seen parts of you too tender, too raw. Like he was worshipin’ you—chastin’ you with every stroke of that tongue.

Smoke had moved in—quiet, steady, his eyes never leavin’ you.

“That’s ‘nough,” he said low, voice smooth like aged bourbon, but firm as steel. “Ya’ got her all warmed up. Now move on ‘long.”

Stack backed off with a smug little smirk, tongue runnin’ over his bottom lip. “Don’t take too long. She already tremblin’.”

And you were. Smug muthafucka. Your thighs, your hands, your breath—all of it flutterin’ like a moth to flame. He was a certified eater, somethin’ different.

Smoke stepped between your legs, thumb draggin’ across your cheek before his fingers slid into your hair, tiltin’ your head just how he wanted it. His gaze searched your face, slow and intense.

“I missed you, Silk.”

That sweetness caught you off guard.

He usually kept his feelin’s locked up tight, like he was scared to let too much show. Sure, he had his vulnerable moments—but this? The way he said it? It weren’t just words. It was low and honest, full of weight. Like it crawled straight outta his soul. You felt it in your chest, breath hitchin’, heart knockin’ hard against your ribs like it recognized somethin’ in him. Like it’d been waitin’ on that exact moment.

He was lookin’ at you different now. Eyes a bit softer. Jaw relaxed. Like he’d finally dropped whatever wall he’d been hidin’ behind. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinkin’ back a tear you didn’t even know was there.

“I missed ya’ too,” you whispered, pullin’ closer till your chest brushed his. Your hands reached for his face, thumbs grazin’ along his jaw, tender. “So fuckin’ much.”

His arms came around you then—strong, warm, familiar. And for a second, the whole world got quiet. None but him breathin’ into your neck, and you holdin’ him like he might slip away again if you didn’t.

“You trust me?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe.”

“Nah, baby—,” he murmured, leanin’ in so close you could feel the heat of his mouth brushin’ yours. “You gone have to say it.”

“I trust ya’,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

He kissed you then—deep, claimin’, the kind that made your toes curl. One hand stayed tangled in your hair, the other slidin’ down your back to press you closer, chest to chest. His mouth moved like he knew every part of you already, like he’d dreamed it a hundred times over and now he was finally starvin’ no more.

When he pulled back, your lips felt swollen, dazed, and he just looked at you for a second, real quiet, like he was tryin’ to memorize this moment before he ruined it.“Lay back f’r me—,” he drawled, voice thick as sin and twice as temptin’.

With even hesitatin’, you leaned back, stretchin’ out across that car hood like you belonged there. Moonlight slid over your skin, kissin’ it like silver fire—makin’ you shine just for him.

And Smoke? He got to work quick, fingers unbucklin’ his belt with practiced ease.

“Told ya’, Silk,” he muttered, hand slidin’ down to free himself, his voice low and hungry. “I don’t play ‘bout what’s mine—now lay real still and let me show ya’ just what that means.”

Lawd, it was a sight. Both them men. Built like sin dipped in honey. Shoulders broad, arms carved from hard work, and bodies that knew nothin’ but sweat and fight. Ain’t no fluff on ’em—just muscle, power, and pure heat. But it was what sat between his hips that had you strugglin’ to breathe. Long, thick, and pretty—veins standin’ proud like they was waitin’ for your touch. It pulsed like it remembered you, just as much as your body remembered him.

It’d been a minute since you laid eyes on it, let alone felt it. But your body didn’t care nothin’ ’bout time. Nah, it answered him loud and clear—heat rushin’ through you, thighs shiftin’, breath catchin’. You was embarrassed by how fast your want rose up, but damn if you could help it. You wanted him.

Eager. Desperate. Drenched in need.

And the worst part? He knew. They knew.

Stack was watchin’, strokin’ himself to the sight of you.

He was leaned back against the car, one hand workin’ slow, eyes locked on where Smoke had you laid out like a feast. Lips parted, breath shallow, dick heavy in his grip—he looked damn near feral, but patient. Like he was savorin’ every second before it was his turn.

His eyes traced every curve of you, glintin’ like heat lightning in the dark. “Look at our girl—,” he muttered under his breath, voice hoarse with want. “Laid out like a blessin’.”

Smoke, then stepped in between your legs, slow and sure, like a man approachin’ his altar. He gripped your thighs, thumbs pressin’ soft circles into your skin, and leaned down—mouth ghostin’ over your lips before he kissed you like he meant it. Like he’d missed it. Like he’d been thinkin’ ’bout nothin’ but you since the last time you let him in.

“Ain’t nothin’ else in this world I need more than this right here,” he murmured against your mouth, voice all thick molasses and heat.

Then he slid in—slow, deep, heavy. A groan rumbled out his chest, rollin’ over your skin like thunder as your body stretched around him, pullin’ him in tight. He moved with that Southern patience, like he had all night. Every stroke hit deep, tender and steady, makin’ you whimper, makin’ your eyes roll back.

“Elijah,” you whine softly.

“Mmm-hmm,” he breathed, eyes locked on yours, filled with that soft fire. “There she go,” one hand came up to cradle your jaw as he rocked into you. “Look at me, [Name]. Let me see ya’ fall ‘part.”

And you did.

Bitin’ your lip, body tremblin’, you let go beneath him. Let him love you how only Smoke could—full of control, full of reverence. When you clenched ‘round him, cryin’ his name like a prayer, he dipped his forehead to yours, ridin’ it out with you, stayin’ buried deep until every bit of his need poured into you slow and warm.

He pulled back, breathin’ hard, eyes heavy-lidded with affection and heat. But before the sweat even cooled on your skin—

“Move over, nigga,” came Stack’s voice, low and wild with a grin on his lips and sin in his eyes.

Barely catchin’ your breath, this crazy-ass boy went and hooked your leg up high, steppin’ between them thighs like he owned the whole damn place. Stack didn’t ask—he never did. He just took, like the firecracker he was. Picked you up like you weighed nothin’, holdin’ you flush against him, muscles flexin’ under your hands.

He’d always been the wild one—reckless, hungry for life, always lookin’ for the next thrill. And this? This position he had you in? Had you clingin’ to him like a lifeline. Arms wrapped tight ‘round his shoulders, legs locked at his waist, breath hitchin’ as his mouth got busy on your neck—kissin’, suckin’, bitin’ like he was claimin’ you all over again.

His hand slid down, rough and eager, guidin’ that thick wood into your heat—feelin’ every bit of what Smoke had left behind. And Lord, he growled, deep in his throat.

“Damn, ya’ messy,” he laughed, but there was nothin’ but hunger in his voice. “Been thinkin’ ’bout this all damn day.”

He didn’t ease in like Smoke. Nah—Stack hit like fire.

He filled you up with one smooth, greedy thrust, and you damn near lost your mind right then and there.

“Shit,” Stack hissed, head droppin’ to your shoulder as he held you up like nothin’. “You so tight ‘round me—clenchin’ like you missed it.”

And truth be told, you did.

His hands gripped under your thighs, holdin’ you steady while he started movin’—hips rollin’ like waves, not just slammin’ into you, but grindin’, hittin’ deep, hittin’ home. He wasn’t just tryin’ to fuck—he was tryin’ to make you feel it in your bones.

“Shit. Yes,” you moan ‘loud.

“Look at ya’,” he drawled, kissin’ your jaw, your ear, voice thick with pride. “Already shakin’ f’r me, baby. Damn. I ain’t even got started yet.”

He walked you to the side of the car, settin’ your back flat on the hood while his body hovered over yours—all heat and hunger. The stars above flickered like they was watchin’ in awe. Stack ran his tongue down your chest, takin’ his time, suckin’ at every dip of skin like he was memorizing it all over again.

“You know I love ya’, right?” he murmured against your breast, voice crackin’ soft like a secret. “Love how ya’ moan, how ya’ take me, how ya’ let me go wild wit’ it.”

Then he buried himself again, this time rougher—hips smackin’ against you as he let go of all that restraint. His hand reached down to circle your clit, thumb movin’ in perfect rhythm with each thrust, and your back arched clean off the car.

Cryin’ out his name, and he laughed—boyish and breathless.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name, say it loud. Let Smoke hear it too.”

Then you came hard, legs lockin’ around him, body shudderin’ while he kept drivin’ into you like a storm rollin’ through the bayou. Voice gone, body wrecked from one man and bein’ broken in by the next—but you loved it. Loved them. The way they touched you different, but held you the same. Like you were somethin’ precious. Somethin’ theirs.

And Stack? He didn’t stop ‘til he gave you every last drop he had—spillin’ into you like it was his God-given right. Chest to chest, skin sticky with sweat, he collapsed on top of you with a low groan.

“Damn near saw the Lord just now,” he muttered against your collarbone, laughin’ breathlessly.

Smoke came up behind y’all, kissin’ your temple, that slow smile on his lips.

“You good, baby?” he asked, hand slidin’ over your stomach, down to where the mess of love and sweat clung between your thighs.

All you could do was nod, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted, heart poundin’.

Because between the two of them—you ain’t never known a love so wild, so deep, so Southern. Your body was still tremblin’, nerves hummin’ from bein’ stretched and filled by the both of ‘em. Sweat clung to your skin, coolin’ in the soft night breeze, and your breath came out in shaky little puffs like you’d just outrun a storm.

Stack was the first to move—he always was. Still catchin’ his breath, he lifted off you careful-like, like he didn’t wanna let go but knew you needed space to come back to yourself. His palm slid over your side, reverent, his touch whisper-light.

“Aight now, c’mon baby,” he said softly, voice deep and syrupy. “Let’s get ya’ cleaned up, yeah?”

He reached into the backseat, grabbin’ one of them soft flannel shirts he always kept around, and gently wiped between your thighs—tender, like you were made of glass. You winced a little, and he stilled.

“I got ya’,” he whispered, kissin’ your knee, your hip, your stomach like he was sayin’ sorry without the words. “I ain’t mean to go so rough—just… damn, I missed ya’.”

Reachin’ down, your hand tanglin’ in his beard, thumb brushin’ his skin.

“I know, baby. Me too,” you murmured.

Smoke came round next, eyes darker now, but soft. He crouched beside the car hood, layin’ a gentle hand on your cheek. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, then your jaw, eyes studyin’ you like you were his favorite book.

“You good, Silk?” he asked, voice quiet, almost boyish. “Need some water? Somethin’ sweet?”

Shakin’ your head slow, still dazed, eyes glossy with love, you answer him softly. “I don’t need nothin’ else. Just y’all. I love y’all.”

Stack came back, slidin’ his strong arms under you like he’d done it a thousand times. Lifted you like you didn’t weigh more’n a breeze, settin’ you gentle in his lap on the old blanket stretched out in the back of the car seats. Your back rested warm against his chest, his heartbeat steady behind you.

Smoke slid in close beside you, stretchin’ out with a little grunt as he curled up at your side. His palm found your thigh, drawin’ slow, soothing circles like he was tryin’ to anchor you right there with him.

Above y’all, the stars were shinin’ like spilled sugar across black velvet—bright, scattered, holy. The cicadas had gone quiet, leavin’ behind nothin’ but the hush of wind and the thump of three hearts beatin’ close.

“We love you too,” Smoke said low, his voice thick like molasses on a warm biscuit. “An’ we gon’ keep on lovin’ you like this… ‘til lonely ain’t nothin’ but a memory.”

Stack leaned down, pressin’ a soft kiss to your bare shoulder, arms still wrapped tight ‘round your waist.

“Our girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Always have been. Always will be.”

And you—tired, full, wrapped in their warmth like a lullaby—just smiled. Sunk deeper into the cradle of their bodies, heart settled, soul quiet. Let yourself drift, safe and loved, right there in the arms of two men who’d burn the whole damn South down for you.

Series

@uzumaki-rebellion — choose one [smoke X reader X stack]

@uzumaki-rebellion — ibeji series

@hotgrlcece fever series [stack X reader]

@theegyal — faded [smoke X annie]

@theegyal — hush [smoke X annie]

@artsninspo — penname: delta wise

@bleufu1 — honeysuckle's [sammie X reader]

@theethighpriestess — blood money [stack X reader]

@unholyhelbig — all i’ve ever known [mary X reader]

@theegyal — when i was your man [smoke X annie]

@thebumblebeesworld — while away [modern!au annie X smoke]

@thebumblebeesworld — girls trip

@enticingmelanin — savors [modern!au annie X smoke]

One-Shots

Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore

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Elias ‘Stack’ Moore

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Smoke & Stack

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Smoke & Annie

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Remmick

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Stack & Mary

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Sammie 'Preacher Boy' Moore

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Annie

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Pearline

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Bo Chow

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After that night Remmick has been keeping a close eye on you, worried. The thought of losing you has taken over his mind and it makes him break inside. Sure, you two didn’t meet like most folk do— but you are everything to him and more.

You’re still feeding and coming home, every night— covered in blood. He grins, seeing that you did go feed. What you didn’t tell him was that you couldn’t keep it down. Every time you would feed, it would taste awful. The worst blood you’ve ever tasted and then you’d throw it up a few minutes later, it would come out black—looking like tar.

It does worry you, but you’ve figured it’s from not eating for a while previously. You don’t want to worry Remmick, it just isn’t necessary.

Remmick comes home, humming Sammie’s song. Full of energy and still reeling from his feed.

“Somebody take me..”

You’re in the living room, sitting in the rocking chair— looking like death warmed up. Your dress is covered in black blood, you look barely functioning. You’re completely unconscious.

At first he thinks you’re asleep, he changes his clothes — talking to you from the other room.

“How did your feed go?—“

“Mine was okay, it was some lady from the outskirts of town. She started screamin and almost got me caught.” He chuckles.

He’s met with complete silence.

He comes over to you, figuring that you’re asleep and is about to pick you up out of the chair to take you to bed. He notices the black blood on your dress.

“The hell?” He mumbles to himself.

He touches the blood, rubbing it on his fingers and brings it up to his nose— smelling it. It smells putrid, absolutely foul.

He panics.

“Baby?” He says rubbing your hand and tapping your face.

“Baby, come on—“

“Wake up for me.”

Your skin is hot, like you’re on fire and your eyes have changed colors, they’re a grey color instead of brown.

He lifts you up and lays you on the floor, tears in his eyes.

“Baby, please wake up.” He pleads.

He’s terrified of losing you and so upset with that you didn’t feed.

Vampires need blood, when you deprive your body of it— it goes haywire. You can lose your hearing, your skin becomes warm, your eyes change colors, your fangs can break and you can even get a cycle. Your body can’t handle going without the blood.

You’re unconscious for three days, Remmick had you in the bed and was beside himself the entire time, he was worried sick. He’d even went to find stack and Mary, but he had no luck— they were in a different part of Louisiana now.

He paced the floor beside you, constantly hoping for a change. He prayed and begged god to heal you, don’t let you suffer for things he’d done— how you didn’t deserve this fate and he forced it on you. He kept a mason jar full of blood from his feedings, waiting on you to wake. Hoping that you would be better, you needed to get better.

You woke up on the 3rd night, hot and confused. It was nighttime, you could see the moon from your window— but no sign of Remmick.

“Remmy.” You call out, voice hoarse.

Remmick doesn’t respond back, he’s gone out to feed.

You lay there trying to piece together what had happened, but your mind is blank. Last thing you remember is feeding on a policeman and stumbling home. You assume not being able to keep down any blood has gotten the best of you and now Remmick knows.

You fall back asleep, feeling exhausted.

When you wake up again, Remmick is cuddled up beside you with his head on your chest— sleeping like a baby.

You move your arm, rubbing his head.

“Remmick.” You whisper.

His eyes open and he jumps up, looking at you and grabbing you.

“Oh, honey. I’m so glad you’re awake.” He cries.

He looks you over— your skin not as warm, your eyes back to their brown color and you look better.

He gets off the bed grabbing the mason jar of blood, handing it to you.

“Here, drink this.” He demands.

You grab it, opening the lid and chugging it. It tastes the exact way it’s supposed to. It did have a bit of a bitter taste to it, but it was way better then what you had been drinking.

Remmick watches you, making sure everything is okay.

“Is it good? Are you going to throw up?” He asks, anxiously toying with his wedding band.

You finish chugging it, handing him the jar and feeling so much better.

“That was delicious.” You laugh, wiping your mouth.

He hugs you, holding your head and kissing you. Feeling so relieved.

Two days later.

Remmick wants to go to New Orleans to get you looked over by a healer, someone that specializes in your kind. You pack your suitcase, load up the car and get on your way.

New Orleans is busy and bustling with people. You stay with an old friend of Remmick’s — a gay French vampire, his black husband and their vampire daughter. You’re having fun, the music, the people— it feels magical almost. On your third night while walking arm in arm, laughing and having fun— you run into Stack and Mary.

Stack whistles, grinning.

“Mary, look who it is.”

Mary smiles and pulls you into a hug.

“It’s been too long. You look good.”

You curtsy, playing around.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

You and Mary make note of Remmick and Stack not speaking to each other, making things awkward.

Mary sighs, folding her arms.

“Are you two really going to act like this?” She questions.

Remmick stares and shrugs.

“I’m not acting like anything.” He replies.

Stack sees the look on Mary’s face.

“Look, I apologize for how it went the last time we saw each other. It shouldn’t have been handled that way.”

You nudge Remmick.

“I’m sorry too and I’m sorry for how our last hunt went.” He concedes.

Stack claps his hands together, rubbing them.

“Speaking of hunting, we should do our hunt here. We’re all in the same place and it’s perfect timing.” He laughs, grinning.

You all glance at each other.

“A hunt here?” You ask.

“I mean, sure. Why the hell not?—“

Mary interrupts him, with a frown on her face.

“Stack, there’s no way we could get away with that here.”

Remmick places his finger on his lip, thinking about the idea.

“We could get away with it, we just have to choose the right folk.” He chimes in.

After more heated conversations over it, everyone gets on the same page.

For this year’s hunt, you guys will be performing as a group at a rich plantation party. It wasn’t anyone’s favorite idea—but it seemed the most sensible.

You reminded them that this wasn’t exactly under the radar, but they didn’t mind, especially considering they’re pretty positive this is just a big group of bigots. You’ll probably make a lot of money, but the money doesn’t matter— the amount of bodies does.

The song you’re performing is ‘Will ye go, Lassie go?’

Everyone is immediately iffy about it, but Remmick is persuasive. He is able to get everyone to understand the song, notes, stay on beat and how to play the instruments.

The four of y’all are ready.

The night of the hunt..

The group is looking fantastic. You have on a black dress, Mary has on a pink one, Remmick and stack have on Black suits. Everyone has to look the part and fit the theme for tonight. You guys look damn good.

The house is bustling with people, rich and very fancy. Someone playing the piano, glasses of champagne going around and so much talking.

Mary whispers to Stack, trying to keep a smile her face.

“Don’t pay these folks any mind, regardless of what they say or think.”

Remmick stops us, getting everyone’s attention.

“Just smile, nod and let’s get this show on the road. We’re gonna feast tonight.” He grins.

Remmick walks over to a man by the stage, letting him know we’re here.

You talk to Stack and Mary while y’all wait.

“Are y’all hungry?” You ask, eyeing all the prospects.

Stack grins, gold tooth showing.

“I’m starving. A room full of bigots is a fine meal. I have no remorse for what we’re going to do.”

Mary giggles, wiping the corner of her mouth.

“I’m drooling just thinking about it.”

People are staring, probably because you four aren’t the usual kind of folks they have here. A few times when they stare too hard, you would flash your eye color startling them.

Remmick waves y’all over and you take your places on stage.

You perform ‘Will Ye Go, Lassie go?’ and they go crazy for it, they move and stare in awe. They even put money in a hat for your act. You hate it, you hate them and how stuck up they are. Turning their noses up at anyone who isn’t one of them, watching y’all like livestock.

You finish the song— the house erupts with claps and cheers, exactly what Remmick said would happen.

Everything is going fine, y’all stand by the bar— talking amongst yourselves.

A man approaches you and Remmick, he seems nice at first and offers to buy you a drink— you decline, but he keeps talking.

“You sure are pretty, darlin.” The man says, leaning into your face.

You nod and grin, trying not to be disgusted.

“Thank you.”

He leans over, tapping Remmick’s shoulder.

“How much does she cost for the night?” He inquires, pulling out money.

“Scuse me?” Remmick responds, with an eyebrow raised.

The man stands there, staring at him and confused on what he said wrong.

“Is she free?” He chuckles.

Remmick grabs the man’s neck and points at you.

“That’s my wife.” Remmick answers, slamming the man’s head into the bar.

He glances at Stack and Mary giving them the go ahead, they head to front doors.

You smile at the man, eyes turning a red color and drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth. Commotion behind you is followed by Panic, Mary and Stack locked the doors — trapping them inside with us.

Remmick stands on the bar and shouts.

“Ladies and gentlemen, calm down. Don’t be frightened—“

Screams interrupt him, when they see Stack and Mary walking towards them— covered in blood.

“May god have mercy on all of you tonight.” Remmick chuckles, his Irish accent fully out.

He launches himself off of the bar counter onto a man in the crowd, tearing into his flesh. You laugh and grab the middle aged woman, who’s running to the door.

Her blood is sweet, ike cherry’s and syrup. She cries for a bit and then stops. The crying doesn’t bother you anymore, it did at first— but you just tune it out now.

You catch yourself moaning as you drain her, you can’t help it. It just tastes so good and it fills you in a way nothing else does.

Within 15 minutes everyone in the house was dead, y’all are full and happy. Stack and Mary are taking valuables and money, you and Remmick dancing around— high on life. Remmick pours alcohol on the bodies and lights a match.

As you guys walk away, the house is engulfed in flames behind you. This is probably your favorite hunt thus far. From time to time, you like to play with your food and that was a perfect way to do it.

After you guys get back, Stack and Mary head to where they’re staying— hugging y’all and saying that they’d see you later.

The roads are empty and most people are inside. You’re almost back to where you’re staying, holding hands and feeling romantic. Remmick turns to you, kissing you and taking in this feeling.

“I love you, Mo Ghrá.” His hand caressing your face.

“I love you too, Remmy. More than you can know.”

Finally things are back to normal.

Your smile leaves your face when a sharp pain radiates through your body. You double over in pain, feeling dizzy and scaring Remmick. As he grabs you, you vomit all over him— black blood.

You pass out, collapsing into his arms.

“No! No! No!—“

“Baby, stay with me.”

Remmick rushes you to the healer, banging on her door. He rabidly explains your situation as he brings you in, laying you on her table.

“Calm down, young man. I will look her over.” She insists with a thick, German accent.

Remmick paces beside the table, holding your hand as she looks over you. She prods you, checks out your eyes, your fangs and the blood on Remmick’s shirt.

She approaches Remmick, wiping her hands.

“Not feeding was a bad idea. Her body is having issues maintaining the blood now, it should stop soon— but if it doesn’t then she will eventually die.”

Remmick could’ve fell to his knees with that news, he can’t lose you.

“Are you sure that it will stop?” He stammers.

She looks at him, glances at you.

“50/50.”

“Fuck!” Remmick shouts, tears in his eyes.

The woman walks over to you with a heated jar, some sort of concoction in it. She opens your mouth and pours some of it down your throat. You practically wake up screaming, you projectile vomit all over yourself and the table. Only to pass out again.

“Tsk, tsk. You silly girl, starving yourself.” The woman comments.

She still seems unsure as to what is the root cause.

Remmick watches, trying to stay calm and be there for you.

As She is about to tell him that she can’t do anything else, she stops dead in her tracks. She glances at him, running back over to you. She smells a certain scent radiating off of you, very faint— but she recognizes it.

She gasps, scaring Remmick.

“What’s happening? Is she okay?” He mutters.

She walks over to him, pulling her glasses off of her face.

“Her not eating has caused problems, it keeps her from maintaining the blood— but that’s not the issue. She’s pregnant and her body is fighting it, that’s why the blood smells awful. She is not meant to carry a life.”

Remmick stares at her like she was speaking another language.

“She’s what?” He asks, needing her to repeat herself.

“Pregnant.” She says as she walks away, letting out a sigh.

“How.. how can that be? She’s been a vampire for 10 years now.”

The woman shakes her head.

“I couldn’t tell you. I guess god likes to laugh occasionally.”

“Will she .. she be okay?” He stutters.

“I’ve only ever seen this twice before.” She replies.

“And?”

“They’re both dead—“

“Her not feeding and bringing her body so close to death was very stupid.”

Remmick feels a pit in his stomach. He’s somehow gotten you pregnant and you’re dying simultaneously.

You wake up, groaning. You have a headache from hell and a stomachache. Remmick rushes to help you as you pull yourself off of the table.

“Easy there, baby.”

“What happened?” You ask, rubbing your head.

“Um—“

“You’re pregnant.” Remmick spits out.

“Huh?” You respond, trying to process that.

“Apparently, we made a baby.”

“That’s not possible—“ you mumble.

The woman interrupts you and gets the door for you two.

“You’re certainly pregnant. Your body is fighting the pregnancy and your body will win this fight.”

“This pregnancy will kill you, if you don’t rid yourself of it.” She warns.

You and Remmick walk outside of the woman’s house, silence lingering. You hear the door slam behind you.

You look at him, still grappling with the news. He’s not happy, he looks angry.

You could actually have a family with Remmick, potentially— or you could go back to dreaming of the day you’d have a baby.

You walk back in silence, not sure what to make of this situation. Remmick wouldn’t even look at you on the walk.

When you get to the door, Remmick grabs your arm— getting your attention.

“I hope you know we’re getting rid of it. I won’t lose you to it, I won’t.” He protests.

You stare at him, frightened by how he’s acting.

“Remmy, it’s ours..”

“I don’t fucking want it!” He barks. Making you yank your arm from his grasp.

“Are you—“

“Are you fucking serious, Remmick?” You scoff.

He puts his hands over his head, staring at you.

“Very serious, sweetheart. You’re not dying for no fucking baby.”

“I don’t think it’s up to you.” You chide.

Your remark grabs his attention. He walks over to you, his fangs out and eyes red.

“Don’t push me, honey. You won’t like the results.”

“I’ll do it without you. I don’t need your fucking permission or your help!” You shout, throwing your wedding band at him.

He picks it up and grabs your face, making you look into his eyes.

He whispers in your ear.

“If you decide to go through with this, I’m gonna go pay little Sammie a visit.”

Tears fall down your face.

“No!—“

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.” You cry.

“Try me, I want you to. I will make a believer out of you.” Remmick chuckles, licking the tears off your face.

He lets go of your face and you walk away, crying and distraught.

You love him, but what if he’s wrong? What if you can survive the pregnancy? Will he really go hurt Sammie? What if you do die?

You need to clear your head and think. You want a baby and to live, but maybe you can’t have both.

Red neon lights bled through the open door of a bar, cutting through the hazy streets, and the sign above buzzed slightly - flickering as if it had a life of its own.

Smoke's Place.

Strange name for a bar yet something about it pulled you in, beckoning for you to enter and have a drink or five. The neon from the sign painted over your brown skin and the black dress you wore in hues of crimson, it was as if you were covered in blood, a wave of eeriness shuddered down your spine. You should continue your walk, not bothering to entertain the idea of entering this hole-in-a-wall bar, but the need to find inspiration was stronger than your discernment.

Tossing the butt of your finished cigarette onto the wet cobblestone, you stepped on the flickering filter, crushing it with the bottom of your heel as you made your way towards the bar. Walking past the threshold your eyes scanned the red surroundings. The bar wasn't empty - yet it wasn't full either. A few patrons nestled within booths, nursing drinks and chatting amongst each other, others sat at the mahogany bar listening to the soft hum of music fluttering in the air.

Blues.

You always loved the sound of it. Slow, sweet, tender, and mournful. The kind of music that made you feel waves of emotions that you never knew you could feel. Feeling pleased with the sultry environment; you made your way towards the bar, slipping onto the red velvet stool you made eye contact with the bartender. He gave you a quick nod, signaling you to place your order.

A rum and coke.

He nodded again and moved with purpose as he started to make your drink. The soft yet melancholic melody caressed your ears as you rested your chin within the palm of your hand, you gazed blankly at the liquor bottles that lined up neatly behind the bartender, and the beat of isolation hung over you like an overbearing hug. You should be at home right now working, even if you came up with a half-assed and flimsy idea - it was better than nothing.

You were so wrapped up in your stressful thoughts that you didn't notice a pair of eyes lingering on you the moment you stepped foot into the bar. A woman sat across the room, legs crossed with a wine glass in hand. With a teasing smile she took a long sip from the glass and she stood up. Walking with long and seductive strides, her hips swaying without a care in the world, and without warning she sat right next to you. The sudden presence of her made you practically jump out of your skin.

She laughed at your action, amused that you looked scared - even if it was for a split second. With a sigh she took another sip from her wine glass, your eyes lingered on her movements. She was beautiful, she was gorgeous. Her dark brown hair fell loosely, framing her face as effortless brown waves stopped just below her jawline. Her skin was a pale olive hue, smooth and cool toned, as if she was sculpted out of stone and came to life. But you couldn't help but to look at the beauty mark that rested high on her cheek, slightly underneath her left eye.

Her eyes...

They watched you intensely without blinking. They were dark brown, a deep dark brown. Too deep. It felt like you were looking into a bottomless pit - as if she held the abyss within her gaze. There was something off about the stranger's flirty gaze, it made your skin rise in goosebumps, but you couldn't look away from her even if you tried too. The red neon lights made her brown irises shimmer, enhancing the mimicking of life within them.

"I ain't never seen you in here before," the woman said, tilting her head as her smooth southern accent filled your ears like music. "How you find this place?"

Leaning back slightly to create space between you and the woman you spoke: "I walked...Just stumbled across this place and needed a drink, is all."

A small yet pleased smile tugged at the woman's lips from your honest answer, her knee brushing gently against yours underneath the bar. You couldn't tell if it was an accident or deliberate - but you didn't pull away from the woman's touch - in fact you leaned back into it. Her gazed lingered a bit longer until she extended her hand towards you, palm up awaiting for yours to be placed within hers.

And you did.

"Name's Mary." She smiled. She asked you about your name, which you gladly told her. She repeated it slowly, dragging out each syllable in a singsong tone. What you didn't expect was her lips to press against the back of your hand, the kiss was careful and tender, a gasp of shock rushed out of your lungs from her actions.

Her lips were soft...Yet cold.

Pulling back, Mary's grasp on your hand didn't dissipate, in fact she held onto your hand as if you two were longtime lovers. You watched as she reached for her wine glass again, this time you really paid attention to what's really inside of the glass. At first you assumed that it was some kind of red wine - but the way the liquid clung onto the glass, how thick and dark it was - you knew that it wasn't alcohol. You also noticed each time she drank the canines within her mouth were sharper than the average.

The bartender placed your drink in front of you, and with a turn of his heel he went to serve the other patrons, with a shudder you reached for your drink. Mary's intense gaze made something within you bubble with nervousness, fear, and need. Without thinking you chugged the booze, not even taking sips like you planned on doing in the first place. Mary's eyes widen at your action and blurted out: "Whew, I hope you don't got work tomorrow mornin'."

"I work from home." You replied as you slammed the now empty glass down, the clinking of ice filled up the beat of silence that lingered between the two of you. Her interest were piqued at this leaning forward just enough to show off her cleavage to you she asked you what you do for work, which you simply stated that you were an author, you told her of the most recent novel you've written and her face lit up so damn quick you thought she saw Jesus himself.

"That's you? I knew I recognized that pretty face! Oh, I love your work...What're doin' here in Louisiana? I assume you'd be cruisin' on a yacht in the middle of the ocean!"

"No, no, no...That ain't my thing. I mean, I do enjoy vacations, but I prefer not to blow all my money on shit like that," you laugh at Mary's sudden excitement which earned a chuckle from her too. "I'm here for work actually; startin' a new book."

"What about?" She asks as she leaned in, scanning your features as if you were a painting that hung within the most prestigious museum. Her fingers traced small shapes over the back of your hand, and you could tell that her touch meant something more than just idle tracing.

"You tell me...I got no idea what yet. I hit a wall, nothin' really speaks to me anymore and everyone's expecting me to deliver but I...I got nothin' left to say." You mumbled and the same nagging feeling of stress rattled within your brain again. So much for drinking away that unbearable feeling. Mary's face twisted with sympathy as she soaked up the words you spoke. Even if she just met you moments ago, she felt like she knew you - she spent hours reading your books. It grounded her when she's reminded of how her life got flipped upside down, how she was damned here for the rest of her existence - force to live within the shadows and fest upon the living.

Your words were her salvation.

Something shifted inside Mary and her once sympathetic expression melted into that of mischief a light had flick behind her cold, bleak eyes. Leaning in closer, invading her personal space you noticed a sweet scent of her perfume. It was floral and fruity, her scent reminded you of a hot summer's day lounging on a beach gorging yourself on peaches and mangos. You inhaled her scent deeper this time but you noticed a metallic undertone - the undeniable scent of blood. The sickening smell clung within her hair yet it didn't bother you; It only made you more interested.

"Can you keep a secret?" Mary whispered. The question was heavy - almost strange. It was as if Mary was testing some sort of boundary you both shared that you had no clue about. A soft chuckle escaped your lips, your laugher tinged with discomfort and curiosity. Maybe it was your desperation of finding something to write about, maybe it was the alcohol numbing your inhibitions, or maybe it was the way Mary looked at you as if you were some sort of goddess?

Either way you knew you wanted to see where this goes.

"Yea'..." You whispered back, which earned a toothy grin from the woman. She down her last sip of 'wine' and placed the glass onto the bar, sitting up from the velvet stool. Her hand was still holding yours but her grip slightly tighten.

"C'mon, I wanna introduce you to someone," Mary spoke in a giddy tone, pulling you up from the stool. "I bet we can help you find that spark again. Your words bring be comfort - so think of this as me givin' back."

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Mary led you with determination and purpose, weaving through the bar's shadowed backend as if she'd done this a thousand times. Pushing open the door that read 'Staff Only' in bold lettering she cut through the narrow hallway that was cluttered to the brim with liquor bottles, cleaning supplies, and miscellaneous crates that stacked on top of each other haphazardly. Then came the stairs, narrow and wooden just like the hallway you were led to. With each step that you and Mary made the moans from the staircase echoed off of the tight walls that grazed your shoulders with each movement you made.

This was a bad idea.

Following a stranger, doesn't matter how pretty they were, in a part of a bar that clearly wasn't meant for the public sent a wave of doubt within your chest. You didn't even know what her intentions were - this could honestly be a setup of some sort. You were mentally kicking yourself for even entertaining this notion of being alone with her in the first place. But just as quickly as your fear of potentially being robbed and/or extorted filled your thoughts, they were soothed as Mary glanced back, her fingers interlocked with yours as she gave you a warm and reassuring smile. You could tell that smile was genuine, that or she was just a really good actress.

At the top of the staircase was a door, so plain and extremely well hidden. The lighting within the small hallway was dim and dark, you could barely see your hand without squinting your eyes and holding it close towards your face. Mary didn't knock; she just turned the knob and walked in the room like she belonged there.

She most likely did.

It was an office that clearly belonged the person that owned this place, framed certificates and liquor licenses hung onto the dark red walls quickly gave that away. But what truly caught your attention was the art. Afro-surrealist paintings, rich with vibrancy and textures your sure that the paintings would come to life. The brush work was bold and dream like, you also noticed a record player that rested between the paintings, this person was a big Sammie Moore fan that's for sure.

But the nice decor within the office didn't make you breathless, oh no it didn't. It was him that did that. He stood at the open balcony doors, tall with broad shoulders, just by how his expensive clothes hugged his frame you knew that the man had a strong build. A toothpick rested between his lips and he tilted his head towards you and Mary with lazy interest. The midnight sky held a dark velvet hue, mixed with the harsh red neon from the bar sign below, casting him in an intense yet ethereal light. His brown skin shimmered, you wanted to run your hands across his body, not out of lust. But because this man was just so damn handsome - you were sure this could possibly be a dream and you'd wake up drenched with sweat in your bed.

But this wasn't a dream...

He didn't move a first, just chewed slowly on the toothpick as his eyes narrowed at you and Mary, and those eyes. Deep brown just like Mary's and equally lifeless like hers too. Both of their eyes held nothing but had the answers to everything, you couldn't look away from them, and the stranger was the first one to break eye contact from you. Leaning off the open doors of the balcony, the man quickly stroked his moustache and goatee, both were neatly trimmed and taken care of. His dimples flashed when he finally spoke, and the booming sound of his voice made you flinch back into Mary's touch.

"What you want this time, girl?" The man asked, his question was directed at Mary. And without missing a beat he spoke again. "And who this?" His gaze now glued onto your form. You open and closed your mouth in quick successions, trying your best to find the words you wanted to say. But Mary spoke for you, she sang out your name with pride, the grip on your hand tighten as she did so.

Mary explained the reason of you being here: you were an author, her favorite one, and you needed help finding inspiration. The man shook his head, a sarcastic laugh rolling off his tongue as he looked between you and Mary, and a long yet intense pause lingered over the conversation. Looks were exchanged between the two and you were sure that they were communicating without speaking a single word - as if having a whole conversation within each others minds without you hearing a thing.

"You really are that bored...Or dumber than a bag of rocks."

"Fuck you, Stack. Don't talk all that hot shit with me just cause we got company around, you ain't impressin' nobody." Mary stepped closer to the man now known as 'Stack', her grasp on your hand disappearing as she wrapped her arms around herself. Stack raised an eyebrow at Mary's sudden energy shift, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth as she gave him a look that held something raw, something that you couldn't quite understand.

"This isn't some impulsive shit, okay?! This could help you - could help us!" Mary shouted, motioning to you without breaking the intense gaze she shared with Stack. "If we talk about it - if we can finally put it in words - we can move on. We don't gotta keep dancin' around it till somethin' happens to one of us."

"So, what? You wanna use her as some kinda couples therapist but with extra steps and shit?" Stack asked with an slightly amused grin plastered on his handsome features.

"She's a writer! She can do what we can't," Mary pleaded, her hands that were once rested on her hips held onto Stack's strong arms. She closed the distance between them, their body pressed firmly against each other. "She can carry it and shape this ugliness into somethin' beautiful. We've been holdin' onto this hurt for years, it's rottin' away at us, and you know it is..."

Silence followed Mary's pleas soon after, thick and drawn out, you could cut the tension with a knife. Your chest began to tighten and your throat dry, the buzz from the liquor you chugged quickly dissipated, and all that was left were your fried nerves. Stack stared at you, unmoving while Mary eyes flicked between you and Stack, her face twisting with desperation.

"We're vampires, ma." Stack dryly sighed out. No buildup, no dragged out drama, it was as if he confession to something mundane such as taking the last slice of pizza or something. His words of confession echoed through the thick air and you blinked. He must be joking, right? There's no such things as vampires - this had to be some sort of elaborate prank or some weird fetish the couple shares together.

Your mind stalled, went blank, and the once disbelief turned into strained humor. A low snort escaped your lips and your hand raced to cover your mouth in an attempt to hold in your laughter, but the chuckle grew into a cackle - laughter that couldn't be contain. The kind of laughter that a person has when something so absurd happens that your body short circuits.

"I-I'm so sorry ya'll," you breathed out between the fits of laughter. You slightly doubled over as the giggles grew more strained. "You're what now, vampires? And what am I a fairy or somethin'?"

But Mary didn't smile and neither did Stack. They both just watched you laugh with a straight face and you noticed that their serious demeanor didn't waver in the slightest. Your thunderous laughter slowed, then it died, you stood there in awkward silence now as you scanned their face to find some kind of humor within their look.

But there weren't any...They were serious.

Stack tilted his head slightly, so subtle that if you weren't paying attention you wouldn't have noticed. Mary's face was still, but her lips were parted ever so slightly, and her teeth already sharp became even sharper by the second. Their cold brown irises melted into something pale - something sinister. Stack's eyes resembled the icy moonlight that shimmered brightly with sliver while Mary's eyes where a blazingly bright copper - almost feline like in nature.

Their once casual presence changed, it felt like the already tense air was being thinned by the second, and it was harder to catch your breath. Stack's golden capped teeth were impossibly sharp, not just fangs but maws. He was like a wolf wearing human skin - a hunter that could easily kill you.

With pure instinct you jumped, your feet moved before you could even think, stumbling backwards only to crash into the hard leather chair behind you. The sudden collision sent you falling back into the seat, so ungraceful, so panicked. You tried to push yourself forward but it seemed like the chair itself was holding you in place, all you could do was grip the armrest for dear life. Your chest heaved in rapid successions, your breathing coming in going in jagged short bursts, and the thunderous heartbeat from your fear echoed through your entire being.

They just stood there watching your movements and their eyes glowing faintly through the dimmed light of the office. But the way that they looked at you didn't hold an ounce of malicious intent. No threat, no hunger, and no anger. Just waiting and curiosity, and somehow that made you more fearful than ever before. They could've easily killed you right here and right now.

But they didn't.

"It's alright, darlin'. We ain't gonna hurt you." Mary said softly, stepping forward from Stack to kneel down in front of you, leveling herself within your terrified gaze. You couldn't form the words you wanted to say, it was as if your voice was trapped within your body. Mary tilted her head to the side and her glowing vampiric eyes soften at your fearful expression.

"Remember what I asked you earlier? About you keepin' a secret?" A pause lingered over the conversation as Mary waited for you to answer her, with a gulp you nodded your head which earned you a wide smile from her. Kneeling up again she began to waltz around the room. "Well, darlin'. This is what I meant..."

The sound of her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor with each graceful step she took, stopping at a painting to run her fingers over the thick paint strokes. Popping her hip to the side she spoke again, this time in an attempt for you to understand her and Stack.

"We ain't monsters, you know...We just people who didn't die when we should've. People who've seen to much - done too much."

"Don't go romanticizing this shit, Mary. We vampires, cursed, the damned, end of story." Stack blurted out, leaning against his desk as he stared out the open balcony doors, playing with the lighter in his strong hands. The soft clicks from the lighter slightly cooled your nerves, and it seemed like Stack noticed this - which made him drag out the flicks from the lighter in an attempt to sooth you.

"We got stories, things we never spoke about out loud before. About what we lost, how we got here, and what we became..." Mary's voice dropped lower, more intimate as she waltz towards you again, her hand slowly placed on your shoulder. Her touch was soft and feather like, and she leaned down to face you. Her face was inches away from yours and you couldn't help but to gaze between her fierce eyes and kissable lips.

"You a writer, right? You can take someone's pain and turn it into somethin' worthwhile. In exchange of hearin' us out you'll have a story. A real story..." Mary whispered and her fingers slowly grazed the hot skin of your cheek, tracing your features with the pads of her index finger until she stopped at your jawline. "Somethin' raw, passionate, and deeper than some tired idea you could come up with on your own, no offence."

You nodded your head as the expression of awe danced across your face, Mary smiled at that and planted a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling away from you again. This time she stood in front of you, leaning on the opposite side of the desk that Stack rested on, his eyes never leaving the two of you, and you could see a small semblance of hunger and something else within his gaze.

"We got rules, though." It was Stack's turn to speak as Mary held up two fingers. "One: you can't use our real names, use aliases. Change some details if need be, can't have no one know it's us." Stack explained as Mary put down her middle finger, only her index finger was held up now. You nodded again but alas, that wasn't enough for Stack.

"Use your words."

"Y-Yes, I understand. Aliases only..."

A pause lingered and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. But he spoke again - this time more firmly. "Two: you never talk about this shit to anyone, y'hear? Not your editor, not your publisher, hell not even a pet goldfish. No one. If they ask just say you made the shit up - say it's fiction. Because if you do..." He stopped flicking the lighter and stared directly into your eyes. "We ain't gon' be as polite the next time we see you."

A chill raced down your spine at Stack's heavy words. He didn't say it as a threat, there was no kind of violence or malice within his voice, yet that fact alone made you feel worse. It wasn't a threat nor a warning. It was a promise and if you fucked up in anyway, shape or form, the punishment would be your life. Mary put down her index finger, signaling to you that was the end of their rules. With a sweet smile she extended her hand out to you and without thinking you held onto hers, shaking her hand, sealing the deal you made.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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A few days had past since your encounter with the vampiric couple, and during those days you've gathered enough courage to go through with their deal. Half of you thought about ditching Louisiana and forgetting about that weird night entirely, but the other half of you remembered Stack's words. It seemed like he had the power to find you even if you dropped off the face of the earth, the way he reminded you to keep your mouth shut gave you that impression.

With your purse sitting beside you on the velvet couch you stared at the couple across from you. They invited you into their home, a two story house that was tucked deep within Louisiana's bustling Bourbon Street, of course vampires like them would live amongst the most visited spot within New Orleans - they could feast on people in plain sight. Their shared home was expensive but not overly gaudy.

They had taste.

Their home smelled like sultry incense and aged wood with a slight undertone of bleach. It seemed like they always cleaned up, which made your gut twist with fear. They definitely 'ate' here frequently and it made you wonder just how many people they lured here - how many people were still looking for those poor souls. Candles burned low amongst the few dimly lit lamps, the flickering ember glow from the candles and lamps danced across the dark red walls within the living room you three resided in.

Bookshelves lined almost every corner of the living room, floor to ceiling dusty mahogany shelves towered over you, and books from different genres were packed tightly in the multiple bookcases. Your eyes danced over the neatly lined up hardcopies until they stopped on something familiar.

Your books.

Your whole series, lined up together on a high shelf, and the spines of the books seemed worn. A soft smile ghosted on your lips, Mary wasn't lying - she was a fan of your writing. You could tell those books were most likely read multiple times by her. A yellow notepad rested within your lap, a black pen held tightly between your fingers as your mind raced with caution and curiosity. You needed to find a balance, to ask them question without pissing them off and becoming a meal for them tonight.

Mary and Stack sat closely together on the couch opposite from you, her hand rested lazily on his thigh while Stack's arm draped around her shoulders in a way that felt natural - as if they've done this a hundred times over. You noticed that their outfits were vastly different from the night you've met them. Stack wore more jewelry - a large gold letter ring that read out '$TACK' and a multicolored Coogi sweatshirt. Mary ditched her dress with a pair of denim jeans and a black crop top and her hair was in a high ponytail.

Clearing your throat you rolled up the sleeves of your grey sweatshirt, and with three clicks of your pen you blurted out your first question: "So, let's start from the beginning...How were you two turned?"

Mary let out a soft breathy laugh, cutting through the tense conversation like a sharpen knife. "Straight to the meat and potatoes, huh?"

You blinked at Mary's comment quickly rushed out an apology, telling her that she can start wherever she wants within their story. Calmy she waved off your apology and with twinkling copper irises she spoke again. "It's fine, baby. But let's just start from the actual beginning; before all the blood and gore."

"We were childhood friends, me and Stack grew up in Mississippi together. Back when signs told you where to sit, what train you were allowed to ride. Jim Crow was hell - I don't miss that part of my childhood." Mary explained. Your writing on the thick notepad halted as your eyes met hers, questions flooded through your mind at her statements and without thinking you asked: "H-How was that possible? Ain't you--"

"White?" Mary finished, raising a well arched eyebrow. She went into detail about her background, how during those times the 'one drop rule' was still in place. Her grandfather was a biracial Black man which meant her mother lived around in a predominantly Black neighborhood. Her mother helped Stack's mother birth him and his twin, nursing the two of them when she ultimately passed away. Your writing halted again.

"You a twin?" You asked Stack, which he nodded his head confirming your question. "And where is he? Is he a--"

"Nah, he ain't like us...He gone." That was all he said and you could tell that topic was a touchy one for him. You asked Stack about his twin, tiptoeing over his death. His nickname was Smoke - now the name of the bar makes more sense. The more questions you asked about Stack's brother the more you sense his once guarded demeanor melt away. They were close, his brother was the oldest by only fifteen minutes, and he also picked out Smoke's clothes ever since they were kids. The older twin was more stoic, had stronger convections, and always protected Stack.

Even from their own father.

They were enlisted in the military together, after that they fled to Chicago and joined rival gangs, posing as the same man in an attempt to rob both sides blind. Your hand couldn't keep up with his words and without missing a beat you placed the notepad down on the coffee table that rest between them, digging in your purse to pull out a tape recorder. Stack's once prideful stories about him and his brother slowed, halting to a grinding stop as Mary's once casual gazed harden with worry.

"Nah, you can't record this. Not apart of our deal, ma." Stack said.

"I won't share this with anyone - I'll only use this as reference, I need to make sure I'm not missin' anything. I'll destroy them after, I promise." You reassured, but Stack only shook his head in disapproval.

"I'm older than your grandparents. I know better than to trust a promise like that. Tapes can get stolen, leaked, all that shit..." He leaned back into the sofa, his hold on Mary loosening slightly, leering at you with each word he spoke.

You stared in a slight annoyance at Stack words - but he was right. These tapes could somehow get stolen or lost, and you didn't want to risk that, your life was on the line after all. But recording their story was more potent that notes, it can capture their true feelings about the situations they've experienced - their inflections and pauses. It gave you some sort of access to the real them; the raw and ugly truth that'll slip out the more they spoke.

Mary eyes flicked between you and Stack, her free hand rested on his chest as she let out tired sigh before speaking. "Let's make a new deal. You can record...But you gotta keep those tapes here - with us." She smiled which earned a head shake of displeasure from her 'deal'.

"I can't do that, I need to replay them when I'm writin' - I can't memorize everything ya'll say. That's impossible..."

"We don't give a damn. Write faster if that's a problem for you." Stack shrugged, not giving you an ounce of sympathy at all. You rolled your eyes at his harsh words, he was starting to be an asshole, and even though he was a vampire you were biting your tongue - stopping yourself from cursing him clean out. You explained to them that writing their story would take some time, that it'll be a few months for a rough draft to be finished. Silence hung over the room like smog and then Mary sat up, as if she had the most brilliant idea on the planet.

"Stay with us! Live here until the rough draft is done, that way you can have access to the recordings and we can have a peace of mind." Mary smiled brightly, pleased with herself at the absurd idea of you moving in with them, she must have forgotten you only met them a few days ago. You blinked in disbelief and replied with: "No, not happenin'. I don't even know ya'll like that - I have all my stuff back at my apartment. My computer, clothes, everythin'."

"So? Bring 'em here. I'm a great host so think of this as a vacation. You know you ain't doin' nothin' else anyways..." Mary shrugged, snuggling against Stack as he chuckled at her idea.

"Damn, now we finna kidnap her too? This shit is comedy right here." Stack joked, his dimples prominent as ever as he stroked his facial hair, trying his best to stifle his laugher from his lover's actions. The look on your face only made his beautiful smile of amusement grow larger, his gold teeth shining within the dark ember light.

"You crazy? I'm not livin' in a house with two vampires I just met!" You shouted as your voice dripped with concern and annoyance. It was like talking to a brick wall with these two, once they made up their mind there was no changing it. Mary sighed as she pressed her face into the crook of Stack's neck.

"Then the tapes stay here, sorry darlin'. I just don't think leavin' you with them is a smart idea." She replied calmly. You cannot believe that she was strong arming you into staying with them, you lean back and tossed the tape recorder on the table. Your face twisting with aggravation and your expression only made the two smile more.

They seemed to both enjoy getting under your skin.

With half-lidded eyes and a cross of your arms you gave an answer.

"Fine...I'll stay."

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A few weeks passed ever since that night you agreed to stay with them, packing a duffle bag and a few suitcases with most of your belongings - not to mention the heavy box that contained your computer. Every night you'd stay up with them, writing down the stories they told you about their past, the tape recorder catching every word they spoke. Sometimes they'd laugh, sometimes they'd argue, and sometimes they'd fight back tears. When the sun came up you'd type away on your computer until sleep nipped at your eyes - staying with them ruined your sleep schedule.

You stayed in the guest room, just down the hallway from their room. And the thought of them being so close to you alarmed you greatly at first - you were too terrified to sleep for a few days. But what shocked you was how they treated you. They didn't look at you like a pest nor a meal, they treated you like a guest, like a long time friend. You often wake up to the smell of food - real food.

They'd cook you meals like gumbo and other soul food dishes that made your mouth water, anticipating dinner each time you ate their delicious cooking. The three of you would sit at the dinner table, listening to Blues as you ate, they 'ate' too. Mary would sip from her wine glass while Stack would sip from his, you never asked them were they got the blood from - you honestly weren't ready for their answer yet.

They started to ask you questions too. About your life, how you got into writing, what drives you, your failed relationships, and your likes and dislikes. You would answer them all with honesty and sometimes those innocent questions would turn risqué as the night went on. They'd ask when the last time you had sex, if you were interested in women, your favorite positions, and what was your type. At first you shut down those questions, but the more you got to know them, the more open you became.

There was no denying that you found Mary and Elias aka Stack attractive. And it seemed as if the feelings were mutual, often times they'd sit right next to you, Mary on your left while Elias was always on your right. When Mary would laugh she would place a hand on your thigh, leaving it there as she stared deeply into your eyes, her hand rubbing up and down your leg with each question you'd ask. Elias would drape his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer towards his strong frame, sometimes resting his head on top of yours as he remanence about his past.

The sexual tension between the three of you were growing by the second. You remember one night of accidently walking in on them fucking each other in the living room. You forgot your notes after the nightly interview, waltzing down the staircase only to freeze in your tracks at the sight of Mary's hands and right knee on the wooden coffee table, her back arched while Elias was behind her, bucking his hips into her as the raunchy wet sounds of her pussy swallowing his member echoed through the living room. Her breast bounced with each rock of his hips, both were fully nude, and your eyes met with Mary's.

An open mouth smile danced across her gorgeous features, her sharp fangs bare as her moans grew louder at the sight of you. Elias's hands held onto her hips firmly as he's once shut eyes open, he was staring at you too - neither one of them stopped there movements. In fact it seemed like they sped up their thrusting, the look in their eyes beckoned you to step closer, to join them.

You stood there with blown pupils, mouth hanging slack with shock, and without thinking you raced back upstairs and towards your bedroom. Arousal nipped at your loins at the sight, you wished you would've joined them that night, kicking yourself mentally for chickening out and retreating towards your room.

Pulling yourself out of those thoughts about the two, you sat across from Elias. It was just you and him tonight, Mary had left hours prior to manage the bar, something about shipments not arriving on time. The air was awkward between you and Elias, well awkward on your part, he seemed cooler than a cucumber not phase that you saw him having sex just last night. The tape recorder clicked on, its quiet whirring droning on within the background.

Elias told you about the night he was turned, how he open a Juke Joint with his twin brother, and how it all went to shit. He was turned by Mary who was bitten by some ancient vampire named Remmick, he was lured there from the music his little cousin Sammie played, now it made sense with all the Sammie Moore records he owned.

He talked about how it felt being connected to Remmick and the others who were turned - how he lost himself within the short madness he experienced, shame tugging on his face with each word he spoke. He explained that he was in a trance, listing to the orders that Remmick filled his mind with, and the only way he snapped out of it was seeing the death of Annie - his brother's lover.

"After all that shit went down, my brother locked me inside the Juke, he saved me from the sun..." He mumbled as he clenched his jaw, the bloodied memories tormented his mind greatly, you could tell by how he shuffled within his seat. "When the sun came down, I saw him. Saw what those sorry ass peckerwoods did to him...But he saved me again, one last time. The Klan showed up and he gunned them all down, killed every last one of 'em. He went out with a bang, my big brother." He finished as nothing but pride dripped within his tone.

"He sounds like a good man - a great man." You replied, which earned a nod of agreement from Elias. The tape recorder flashed a small red blinking light, signaling to you that it was still recording, silence fell over the both of you like a weighted blanket and without warning Elias sat up from the couch.

He moved with purpose as your eyes followed him, he reached a safe that was in the corner of the living room, nestled between a tall bookcase and the wall, he kneeled down and twisted the knob of the safe entering the combination. With a click the small door open and he rummaged inside, once he found what he was looking for he closed the door shut, spinning the knob to reset the lock. Walking back towards you he claimed a seat right next to you, not sitting on the couch across from you. You looked down at what he was holding and a gasp fell from your lips.

Dog tags, his brother's dog tags specifically.

The chain was long and rusted due to age and the tags were dull. But staring at them felt like a knife twisting at your gut, they were old, but something about them held so much beauty. Your hand move without thinking, reaching for the tags, but you stopped. Your fingers hovered over Elias's hands and your gazed met his.

"Can I?" You asked your voice soft and tender.

"Yea', yea you can..." He whispered back passing the rusted metal towards you, his grasp on the tags were so delicate, as if these tags were some sacred artifact. And honestly, they were. "Thank you, 'Lias." you said, his nickname that you gave him a few days ago rolled off your tongue so naturally, the sound of it made the butterflies in his stomach grow stronger. Your eyes scanned the tags, his brother's name piercing through the rusted metal.

Elijah Moore.

Of course their names would be similar and a soft smile tugged at your lips. A wave of inspiration crashed into you like a tsunami, you could practically feel the energy radiating off the the dog tags, resting your hands in your lap still holding the tags with respect your eyes locked onto Elias's tender gaze on you. The sensation of your heart racing beneath your ribs made your body tingle in raw need and you were suddenly aware with how close Elias was. He was close to you before, but Mary was always there, this was different now.

It was just the two of you.

Your lips were parted, painted in the same cherry red lipstick you'd always wore, but without thinking you licked your bottom lip nervously. That action earn Elias to look at your mouth his eyes were brown instead of his pale vampiric irises and you couldn't help but to be drawn into those deep abyss that were his eyes, just like the first night the two of you met. Slowly you leaned in and Elias didn't move, the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours made your skin prick up with goosebumps. Then finally, he closed the gap between the two of you.

The kiss was soft at first, it was as if the two of you were testing the waters. He tasted like tobacco, peppermint, with a subtle hint of iron and danger. You shouldn't be doing this, everything in your body told you to pull away, your nerves telling you that this was more trouble than its worth. But you just couldn't give a fuck anymore - you needed to feel his hands on you - and you needed to touch him. The once gentle kiss grew deeper as Elias pulled your closer towards his chest, pulling you in his lap as you rested the dog tags onto the couch. You were straddling him as your tongues danced across each other, desperately licking into each others mouth as a groan of pleasure ripped through you.

His strong hands that held onto your hips snaked their way up your sweatshirt, cupping your breast as his fingers traced the lace lining of your bra. Grinding yourself onto him your hands cupped his face, the feeling of his beard ticking the palms of your hands slightly, the kiss was passionate and his plump lips made your head spin in need. Pulling away his mouth was slightly covered in your red lipstick, but that didn't seem to bother him none. He reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head with your help and his mouth attacked your breast, collar bone, and neck.

You held his face against your neck as you tossed your head back, the sensation of his lips suckling at the sensitive spot on your neck made you whimper out in pleasure. But like a crack of thunder realization ripped through your body. He's not yours, he's someone else's man. He belonged to Mary who invited you into her home, who trusted you with their secrets, their stories, their truth. Guilt bloomed within your gut as Elias continued to kiss at your neck and breast, his moans made you feel sick with shame.

"Elias, wait..." You whispered, pulling away slightly from him, but you were sitting in his lap.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he tried to kiss you again, but you dodged his lips. You swallowed as you avoided his needy gaze, you knew if you stared at him too long your convictions might crack.

"This ain't right..."

"It's 'ight. It's fine, ma. I promise."

"No, its not fine." You gasped rising from his lap as if he touch alone burned you. With shaky hands you reached for the tape recorder, pressing stop on the tiny machine, and the faint whirring sound died into awkward silence. You quickly gathered your things as Elias watched, slightly startled by your sudden change of demeanor. "This was a mistake, please forget about this." You begged, holding your sweatshirt close to your body, shielding your half nude frame from his intense gaze.

"Forget about what? You ain't did nothin' wrong, we ain't did nothin' wrong...I noticed the way you've been lookin' at me, we both know you want this." Elias reassured but you were already moving towards the steps, your socks making you glide a bit with each rushed and uneven steps you took. What's gotten into you? You weren't the kind of person to entertain anyone who was in a relationship - you've always hated cheaters. Always condemning the kind of person who would break their partner's trust in such a way.

But you were a kiss away from being the one thing you couldn't stand. Slamming your bedroom door shut your mind raced with worried thoughts about your actions. Was this book truly worth it? You could just tell them that this wasn't good idea, leaving all of your notes, recordings and even your computer in their possession and leave.

Half of you wished that you didn't pull away from him.

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The tape recorder groaned out a small click and whirred as your thumb pressed the play button - again. Elias's soothing voice muffled from the tiny recorder, his southern accent was slightly static from the cheap device yet you could still feel that passion with each word he spoke. His words about his story, about his brother, and his life truly moved you. But now those tender words were tainted with guilt. A long static pause pushed from the tiny speaker and then unmistakable sounds of kisses, of groans, the quiet thud of your sweater dropping on the floor.

You winched at the noises, cursing yourself out within your head. Your thumb hit the stop button, followed by the rewind button, and lastly pressing play for the hundredth time. Listening to the same words Elias spoke, listening to the same pauses and cadences. You kept listening to the recording as some sick form of punishment or reminder of your transgression.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, the blue cotton nightgown you wore clung onto your slightly damp legs, you decided to take a bath after the kiss - hoping that the warm water and floral scented soap would wash away the betrayal. You thanked the gods above that your bathroom was connected to your bedroom, you haven't left your room in hours now. Mary had been home, you knew this as you heard shuffling from downstairs, and the sunrays that slipped past the thick curtains gave you the clue that she left the bar. Her and Elias always arrive home before the sun could catch them.

The smell of breakfast curled through the air, slipping underneath your door, and tickled your nose. The slight pain of hunger nipped within your stomach. The smell of grits, eggs, bacon, and pancakes with sweet syrup made your mouth water - and you knew that Mary cooked them just the way you liked it.

But you're not leaving your room anytime soon.

Pressing rewind on the tape recorder again, soft knocking reverberated through your room, making you jump in surprise. Your eyes glued onto the wooden door, widening like deer in the headlights. Maybe if you stayed quiet they'd cut their losses and leave you alone. But then another round of knocking came soon after, making you spit out a 'fuck' under your breath.

"I know you're up, it's me!" Mary sang out, her voice was bright, light, and lacked any hurt you might've suspected she had. But maybe it was a front to lure you out so she could sink her teeth into you for messing with her man. You didn't answer as you pressed pause on the tape recorder and tossing it onto the bed beside you, your wide eyes still lingering on the door.

"I made breakfast, I figured you would've joined us by now. We can still eat, though. Maybe in the sunroom? it's cloudy and the trees blocks out the sun..." Mary spoke calmly as soft chuckles escaped her lips after uttering the word 'sunroom', normally you would've made a joke about vampires even owning a house with such a room that they couldn't even enjoy. But you didn't say a word. A beat passed, no footsteps, Mary hadn't walked away.

Damn was this lady persistent...

With a loud and dramatic sigh Mary spoke again, her voice dripping with playful annoyance. "Come on, sweetpea. Don't make me come in and drag you out! You know I will..." She mumbled, dragging out the nickname she gave you days ago. Sweetpea, that was what she called you, and the nickname always made you feel fuzzy inside whenever she sang it out to you.

Standing up from the bed you shuffled towards the heavy door, reaching for the golden doorknob you twisted it reluctantly, opening the door to become face to face with Mary. She stoon there casually, her arms crossed over her chest while her hip popped out to the side, putting all her weight onto her right leg. She wore a silk soft pink robe that accentuated all of her curves, the silk stopping mid thigh while her brown hair was was wrapped in matching pink rollers.

Her face lit up when she saw you, her caring expression made your heart sank. "Finally!" She gasped out, leaning in slightly as her smile danced wider across her beautiful features. "I was seconds away from kickin' the door down."

You tried to smile at her casual demeanor, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your gazed dropped to your bare feet, curling your toes nervously, and you hoped that the wooden floorboards would open up and swallow you from this awkward situation. Mary's cheerful expression shifted and her arms lowered to her sides, leaning on the door frame her eyes scanned your body.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and full of concern. "What's wrong?"

"I kissed Elias..." You blurted out, it's best to just get it out the way than to drag it out. Your voice cracked with each syllable you choked out as your eyes clashed with Mary's brown irises. "I didn't mean to, it just happened. It was stupid, I-I feel awful I'm so sorry."

Mary stood there and her expression went flat, her plump lips forming a straight line. Then her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as if she was digesting your words, and without missing a beat a toothy grin was plastered on her face.

And she laughed.

Placing a hand over her chest her laugher grew, it was as if you just told her a joke, not the fact that you kissed her lover. You blinked at her in shock, confused and wondering if she heard you or lost her mind. "You laughin'?" You asked your hand still gripping the doorknob just in case she tried to charge at you, slamming the door in her face, it wouldn't do a damn thing but it gave you some comfort.

Mary waved her hand through the air, simulating swatting away smoke as she spoke in between fits of chuckles. "I-I'm sorry, sweetpea, haha! It's just--Damn, that's why you've locked ya self away in this room? Ya scared of big bad Mary?"

Her expression then shifted again, a teasing pout forming on her lips, tilting her head to the side. "Wait, wait...Did ya'll two--"

"No! No, never that. It was just a kiss, that's all."

"Shame. Was hopin' to hear more about ya'll. He's handsome, ain't he? Smart mouthed, passionate, and tough...It's the grills that do it for me. Is it the same for you?" She asked casually, which made you slightly reel back from her words. She wasn't upset that you kissed Elias. She was upset that you didn't go through with it. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water - everyday that past these two always surprise you in the strangest of ways.

"But I--Ain't y'all together?" You questioned.

"We are." Mary replied, crossing her arms around her chest again, biting her lip as her eyes became half-lidded. Her gaze was unreadable to you now. Was she joking with you or was she flirting with you? It seemed like a mixture of both with something else lingering beneath the surface. Pushing herself from the doorframe Mary shot you a wink, turning on her heel as her hips swayed seductively with each step she took.

"Your breakfast is gettin' cold, darlin'. And I ain't gonna reheat no bacon."

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Rain poured down steadily, turning the garden outside into a shimmering blur of greens, blues, and greys. Calming pitter patter of the raindrops beat against the screens and windows of the sunroom, the sound creating white noise that made the space you shared with Elias and Mary much more intimate. You sat between them at a small, mosaic round table, your plate was nearly finished save for a few more bites of grits.

Mary leaned back in the metal chair, her legs crossed as she twirled a cherry flavored candy in her mouth. Her tongue clicking and popping around the sweet as her eyes gazed up at the sheer roof, it was as if she was in a trance, deep in thought about something you weren't privy to. Your eyes lingered onto Mary for a split second before looking back down at your plate.

"I was wondering...Can ya'll eat? Like, human food?" You asked. Elias was the one to answer your question with a roll of his broad shoulders, his voice deep and rich with a southern drawl. "Only in moderation, eat too much an' we get sick, same with drinkin' from somebody with an illness."

Mary nodded at his words in agreement, the bright red candy bulging at the side of her cheek as she chimed in on the conversation. "I just like suckin' on sweet things - satisfies the craving...Sweetpea." She then looked at you, sending you a wink that made your cheeks tingle. Surly she was just talking about candy...Right? Clearing your throat, you wiped your face off with a napkin, inhaling the thick air before you spoke.

"I just wanted to say, to the both of you, I'm sorry for the kiss. For oversteppin' and makin' things messy..."

"We been messy way before you were even a thought, you ain't do nothin', ma." Elias said in a jesting tone, but you could tell he was sincere with his words. Even being graced with their forgiveness, your heart couldn't stop racing - not out of fear, but with something much more stronger. Much more passionate, much more needier. And it didn't help that Elias was sitting right next to you in nothing but low rise sweatpants and a gold chain, the Jesus piece resting against his bare chest. His muscles flexed with each shift he made, and the soft sheen of the cloudy skies illuminated his brown skin, making him shine within the grey atmosphere.

Elias was temptation in the flesh and Mary was the snake that beckoned you to take a bite.

"So, since we're on the topic of Elias kissin' up on our guest. I gotta know - how did she feel?" Mary purred, a mischievous smile danced across her face, you choked on your orange juice at her words. Coughing, your eyes landed on Elias, who seemed to be unfazed by Mary's question.

"She felt nice, real nice." He said simply. His strong hands scratched at the side of his face, fixing the stray hairs within his neatly trimmed beard. "She got the softest lips and she taste sweet...Like candy." Your breath was caught in your throat, they were talking about you as if you weren't even there. But the way that Elias spoke about kissing you and the way Mary's hips slightly rolled from him recalling the memory made your core tingle with desire, your pussy was clenching around nothing, you desperately needed to be touched and stroked.

And these two will gladly deliver.

The cherry flavored candy clicking loudly between Mary's fangs. "Well, ain't that just precious...But now I'm curious." Her voice was like velvet and she leaned forward towards you, eliminating the space between the two of you as her eyes flicked between your open mouth and hazy irises. "How do you taste, darlin'? You as sweet as my Stack says?"

Before you could even think about answering her, Mary plucked the bright red candy out of her mouth, and planted a heated kiss onto your lips. Her mouthed moved against yours with a feverish rhythm, demanding your attention more than asking, her lips were sweet but the kissed you shared with her wasn't. It was possession in its purest form, it was nasty, and it was passionate. She licked into your open mouth, swallowing the gasps that slipped past your lips as if she was starving for you. Her kiss was different from Elias - it was hungrier and she was in charge with how your lips and tongue moved against hers. Kissing Elias felt like dancing, kissing Mary felt like entering a fight that you didn't mind losing.

Your hands trembled slightly as you cupped Mary's face, trying and failing to steady her kisses, your eyes shut as you pulled yourself into Mary's embrace. Your breast laid flush onto hers, and the feeling of her nipples hardening and rubbing against yours made your head spin. Your heart was pounding wildly within your chest and your legs squeezed together tightly to ease the aching throb of your core. The cotton fabric of your nightgown was bunched on top of your pussy, and you rolled your hips against the rough fabric, your clit jumping at the sensation of the cotton pressing against it.

But it wasn't enough.

With heavy lidded eyes you gazed at Elias who just watched on with pure amusement, lazily slouched back with one arm hooked around the back of the metal chair. His mouth curled up into a mischievous grin that oozed with lust, his golden capped fangs shining brightly through the grey atmosphere within the sunroom. Those dimples, the same ones that you've been obsessed with the moment you saw him deepen as his smile grew, his eyes were locked onto yours as Mary skilled tongue massaged over yours - pulling yet another moan out of you.

Back away from the kiss, the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with Mary's snapped, the thin spit clinging on your chin. You tried to lean in to kiss her again, but she pushed you away by your face, her hand gripping your jaw firmly which made your lips pucker in a pout.

"Uh, Uh girl. I'm the jealous type, focus on me, and only me unless we say somethin' otherwise." Mary tutted out in her normal sing song tone. You were caught between the scorching heat of Mary's attention and the intense weight of Elias's stare, you felt yourself unravel by the second. In the back of your mind, red flags and warning bells were firing off, but your lust was stronger than your inhibitions.

With the candy still within her fingers, Elias leaned forward, he was sitting behind you, and his mouth wrapped around Mary's delicate fingers. Licking them and savoring the artificially sweet cherry flavor that clung onto her pale olive skin, slowly he pulled his mouth away with a wet pop - the candy was gone, it was now in his mouth. Mary's fingers were slick with spit and slightly sticky from the candy, your breath hitched in your throat as she wiggled them in your face teasingly.

"Go on, Mary. Stop pickin' on her..." Elias spoke as he sucked on the hard sweet. A giggle fell from Mary's swollen lips and she whispered: "Pull up that nightdress for me, sweetpea. I wanna see that pussy weep." With a rushed nodding of your head you did as you were told, pulling up the fabric and bunching it around your waist, your bare sex exposed under the needy gaze of Mary and Elias. Her fingers that were slicked with Elias's spit reached down to stroke you, earning a whimper from your lips. It's been too long since you've been touched like this by another person, and it seems like your body realized this, you were already soaking.

"Shit, so fuckin' pretty...Pussy fat as hell, you've been hiding her under all them clothes, tragic." Mary whispered, biting her lip as she dragged her slicked fingers over your folds, pulling your wetness up towards your thumping clit. You squirmed under her touch, leaning back against Elias's strong chest. Instinctually you closed your thighs shut, which made Mary's hand that rested on your jaw land on your knee, prying your legs open as she dipped her ring and middle fingers between your wet pussy lips.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in place, while another was pressed between the soft mounds of your breasts. Elias's hand rested on your throat, not tight yet, but his grasp on your neck still held pressure. He could feel the fast paced pounding of your pulse under his calloused fingers, the feeling of it made him strain against his grey sweatpants, placing tender kisses on your cheek and the shell of your ear he whispered.

"You heard what she said, ma. Watch her stroke that pretty pussy, you ain't ready for me yet."

And your glassy eyes peered down at Mary trying your best, and failing, to ignore Elias's hot kisses on your skin. Mary's slim fingers rubbed tight circles on your sensitive bud, breaking the circular movements sporadically to rub your clit from side to side, earning a raunchy wet from your cunt. Mary gasp as she felt you grow wetter under her hand, your hips rolling to catch up with her mean strokes against your sex, and slowly her fingers crept down to your slick opening. She dug her nails into the soft skin of your knee, earning a painful mewl mixed with pleasure from you, and she chuckled as the tips of her fingers pressed inside of you.

She didn't push all the way in, only stopping at the second joint of her fingers until she pulled out of you, rubbing your clit again. Your face twisted in primal need as your hips bucked forward and your hands scratching at Elias's strong forearm that was wrapped tightly around your waist.

"Damn, you hear that? She's wetter than a fuckin' pool." Elias said against your ear as he watched Mary's fingers turn you out.

"Mhm, music to my ears. I wanna taste her, I wanna show her what you taught me, Stack..." Mary replied with her eyes locked onto his, as if asking him permission to continue giving you pleasure.

"Do it, ma. Put that tongue to work."

Then she lowered her head, slipping out of the chair she resided in, and slinked onto her knees. Propping your legs over her shoulders, her tongue slowly licked you from your aching core towards your bundle of nerves, fluttering her long eyelashes with each long stroke she made with her skillful tongue. Sucking on your clit as if it was the same piece of candy she held within her mouth moments prior. You grinded against her face, which made her flatten her tongue, allowing you to fuck yourself on the pink muscle.

Whimpers, whines, and groans rolled out of your mouth with each lick Mary had made over your soaking pussy. Her hands held onto your thighs, holding them open to make sure she truly tasted every inch of your sex. The hold that Elias had on your throat tighten, but the mild pain only added to the intense pleasure Mary was giving you. Elias whispered praises in your ear, telling you how good you're taking Mary's tongue, how pretty your moans sound, and how he couldn't wait to fuck you next.

"Oh, fuck. Y-yes, like that..." You sighed out, your voice fraying at the end of the sort sentence. Mary's soft lips wrapped around your clit before pulling away with a wet pop, her tongue now licking at you with fever, her tongue dragging figures across your dripping cunt.

And then it hit you.

She was spelling her name out with her tongue.

On your pussy.

Nasty. That was all you could muster to think and you loved it. You wondered what great deed you've done to end up being rubbed, licked, and sucked on by two beautiful people. The sharp feeling of Elias's fangs scratched the shell of your ear slightly, earning a shiver to race down your spine. Mary circled around your clit with her tongue faster, sliding in her fingers inside you again, this time she pressed them all the way in stopping at her knuckles. Your pussy squeezed around her nimble digits, her fingers making a scissoring motion inside your wet core, making you yelp out in pleasure.

Your hands that were once on Elias's forearm rested on Mary's neck, you tried your best not to grip at the rollers in her hair, your legs shaking around her head which earned a chuckle from Elias. He was enjoying the view greatly, he knew you were close, squeezing your neck to earn that fuzzy feeling that nipped at your brain. A breathy sob fell from your open mouth as your eyes shut tightly, holding your head back Elias's lips crashed onto yours, kissing you as your orgasm ripped through you. The cherry taste from the candy still in his mouth flooded your senses, his tongue pushing the hard candy past your plump lips, making you suck on the sweet in delight.

Mary pulled away from your spent pussy, her plump and swollen lips shiny and covered with your juices, but she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip shaking her head in approval at the taste of you. "You are sweet, baby. Stack wasn't lyin' - not one bit," she laughed as her fingers helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly fucking into your twitching pussy. "Such a sweet pussy, I'm glad I came up with that nickname for you. Sweetpea, it's fittin' for you."

Still trembling from reaching your climax, Mary lifted herself from the ground, planting a open mouth kiss onto yours. You could taste yourself on her lips as you deepened the kiss, holding her face as your tongues danced, you were getting use to her intense kisses. It was your turn to turn her into a moaning mess, gasping for air.

"Damn, nasty as fuck. She love the taste of her pussy on ya mouth, I like that, we ain't even have to train her to do this." Elias spoke with reverence as he watched the two of you makeout with each other, Mary hummed against your lips at his words, pleased to know that you weren't as uptight as you lead on to be. Her tongue fished for the candy that rested within your cheek, dragging it out of your mouth and into hers. Pulling her lips away from yours, Elias's squeezed your throat again, hard this time. Your eyes fluttered in pleasure as tears pricked within the corners, your mouth was open slack in an attempt to inhale a bit of air, but Mary hovered over your gasping mouth with puckered lips.

A thick string of drool slipped past her slicked wet mouth, landing right into yours, earning your eyes to roll back. The taste of artificial cherry and your pussy juice made your head spin, swallowing up her spit as if it was holy water, Mary bit her lip at the sight. She was happy that she saw you in the bar weeks ago, she knew you would be trouble, and she couldn't wait for you to ruin her and Elias during the rest of your stay here. Reaching for her silk robe, Mary slipped it off of her petite frame, letting the soft fabric hit the ground with a light thud. She stood in front of you and Elias naked, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Both ya'll not wearin' any panties under your pajamas is drivin' me crazy," Elias sighed as his grip on your neck loosened, allowing you to catch your breath. "Ya'll planned this out?"

"Nah, baby. She just freaky as hell, just like me." Mary tutted out. Your eyes soaked up her nude body, toned and curved at just all the right places, it was as if her body was chiseled by master artists - a fucking Greek statue of a goddess coming to life. That's what she looked like, and your mouth watered at the thought of holding her in your arms. Elias noticed your staring and he smiled proudly.

"You like that, huh? She pretty ain't she? Go on, taste her too." Elias urged, helping you out of the chair you resided in, landing a smack against your ass with his strong hand as you sank onto the ground. A hiss escaped your lips from the action, but you still followed his orders, looking up at Mary with adoration. Your hands roamed her thighs, stopping at her waist to pull her closer towards you, making a gasp fall from her lips. Without missing a beat you latched your mouth onto her clit, your tongue lapping up her pussy like it was a delicacy. She was dripping, and the thought of her getting this wet just by eating you out made your loins burn with desire.

Rolling her hips Mary grinded her pussy against your tongue, you flatten it enough for her to use it to her liking, only stopping to suck at her swollen clit. Leaning back onto your knees you stared at her glistening sex, and with a pucker of your lips you spit onto her sensitive bud. A low and guttural moan escaped from Elias at the sight, he was shocked with how natural all of this was for you, as if you've done this with them a thousand times by now.

Mary cupped her breast, pinching her nipple as your fingers rubbed her clit, pressing down slightly with each stroke you gave. Sliding in a finger you began to fuck into her and her head whipped back with pleasure, attaching your mouth back onto her clit you began to suck harder, your finger pumping into her faster.

"So damn tight, your pussy is grippin' me...Swallowin' me, baby." You muttered against her wet cunt, your raunchy words earning desperate buck from her hips. Your sucking on her clit grew faster and you added another finger inside of her, Elias stood up from his chair now, walking towards Mary and placed a sloppy kiss onto her mouth. He held her face within his strong hands and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue licked past her lips, he was practically devouring her whimpers of pleasures. You, still on your knees watched in awe, sucking and rolling your tongue on her twitching clit.

Mary grabbed the back of your head, her breathing fast now, you could tell she was close with how her hips wildly grinded against your face. Elias sucked at her neck, leaving behind bright red hickeys, earning mewls of pleasure from her. Mary's legs began to shake uncontrollably, her weight slowly pressing against your mouth, and without warning she pulled your mouth away from her creamy wet sex. Her eyes rolled back as you watched her tremble above you and you licked up her juices off of your fingers with delight.

Elias broke away from the passionate kiss he shared with Mary, pulling you up from the hard floor of the sunroom, and in his tender embrace. Your lips crashed into his, fighting for dominance as Mary watched on in hunger, catching her breath as she came down from reaching her orgasm. Her lips were added in the intense makeout session, she was kissing you while you kissed Elias, and Elias was kissing her. All three of you were desperately trying to taste each other in the heated exchange of tongues.

With teeth bumping against each other and the taste of Mary's savory pussy juices on your mouth, you moaned with pleasure as she pushed the hard cherry flavored candy back into your mouth, the candy was now smaller than the last time you sucked on it. The sweetness of the candy still held the taste of you that made your head spin.

Mary's hands ripped at the collar of your nightgown, the sharp sound of tearing reverberated off of the screen walls within the sunroom, the cotton that once covered your body now hung loosely over your frame, you were nude now too. Elias pulled off the blue nightdress from your shoulders, goosebumps forming on your skin as the cool air hit your naked frame. The tattered nightgown fell onto the floor as Mary snaked behind you, placing kisses onto your neck and jaw, her hands roaming your body as if memorizing your every curve.

Pushing the plate that carried your breakfast onto the hard floor, the shattering sound of glass made you jump into Elias's arms, Mary sat onto the mosaic table. Stepping back into her embrace your swollen lips danced with Elias's, both of you humming into each others mouths at the sweet taste of Mary's pussy and the candy on your lips. Biting his bottom lip you pulled away from the kiss, leaning on Mary as her hands cupped your breast.

"That ain't fair, baby. We both naked and you got these sweats on..." You said as your hands traced down his toned body, feeling every dip and valley of his muscles, stopping at the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "She right, take those off." Mary chimed in, rolling your nipples between the digits of her fingers, the sharp yet pleasurable pain raced through your body and straight towards your needy pussy.

Without speaking a word Elias pulled his sweatpants off and your eyes widened.

"...'Lias." You whispered out his nickname at the sight of him, you were at a loss of words as your hazy eyes landed on his hard dick, and Mary laughed at your reaction. He was long, thick, and heavy. The veins pulsed down his girthy shaft and his dick curved a bit to the side, he was the biggest you've ever seen, and you're sure you'd be walking with a limp after this. You weren't sure he could fit inside of you and you clenched your legs together instinctually. It was as if Elias read your mind and he calmy stated: "Imma go slow until I know your pussy can handle me."

"And besides this won't be the last time he fucks you. Right, sweetpea? We'll make sure you get use to it." Mary reassured as she planted a soft kiss onto your cheek, twirling you around so you faced her. Elias held onto your waist, lifting you up into Mary's lap, you were straddling her now and she leaned back holding you in place. Her hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as your hands rested behind her, your breasts pressed firmly on hers.

Mary's thighs were pressed on the back of yours, making sure to keep you steady, and the both of you looked over your shoulder at Elias. Slowly he rubbed his tip against your wet folds, the sensation made you shiver in anticipation. With a kiss on your shoulder Elias entered you, his face twisting in ecstasy at the feeling of your soft walls pulsating around his thick member.

"F-fuck, you feel too damn good, ma." He groaned, his hands held onto your hips, the feeling of your velvety wet pussy clenching against the veins on his cock almost made him come right then and there, catching his breath he pushed himself inside of you to the hilt. The feeling of his thick dick stretching you out made you whimper, tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes fell onto your warm cheeks, which made Mary lean forward to lick and kiss them away.

High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each mean thrust he made, and it didn't help that Mary held your ass cheeks open, his dick drilling into you deeper. Your legs were turning into jelly as he hit that sweet spot inside of your pussy. Sucking onto the candy in your mouth you tried your best to stifle your whimpers and cries, your face was covered in tears and spit as Mary lapped up your salty teardrops, humming out in bliss at the taste - she was enjoying seeing you come undone from Elias's dick pounding into you.

"Keep cryin', ma. Shit--You so fuckin' tight." Elias praised as his hand that was once holding the softness of your hip rested at the back of your neck, his calloused fingers pressing firmly around your neck, your heavy breathing becoming deliciously strained from the pressure. A creamy mess was quickly formed between you and Elias due to the friction and your wetness, the raunchy wet sound of his dick fucking into you was music to Mary's ears, her hand reached between your flushed bodies as she rubbed tight circles on your clit.

The metal legs of the small circle table scratched against the floor with each buck of Elias's hips. Your head went fuzzy again from the overbearing sensation of Mary's fingers playing with your pussy, Elias's dick fucking into your g spot, and his strong hand restricting your airflow that you didn't realize what you were whimpering out.

"Fuckin' break m-me!" You cried as Mary's hand moved with the speed of light. "Please, please, please..." The feeling of Elias's cock twiching inside of your pussy from your request made you back up into him, meeting his hips halfway with a lazily smile plastered onto your face.

"Fuck! You hear her, baby?" Mary asked, as she watched Elias's eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth hanging open slack. "Why settle for a few months when we could have her forever?"

"I can fuck this pussy forever, d-damn. You like that sound of that, ma? Forever with us?" Elias muttered as his hips snapped into you sporadically. Your mind was clouded with lust and the desperate need to be released that you weren't fully grasping what they were talking about, only breathy sobs came from you.

But that was enough for Elias.

With one last long mean and nasty thrust his release crashed into him like a wave, finishing inside of you as his hips rocked into you with force, making your weight rest on Mary's chest. Your body trembling at the warm sensation of being filled to the brim with his seed, he was giving you his everything and the creamy mess of your wet sex mixed with his come froth between the two of you, dripping down towards Mary's soaking pussy.

The sensation of Elias pulling out of you slowly mixed with the skillful fingers of Mary stroking your clit made the knot within your stomach tightly wind up and snap. The burning hot feeling of your orgasm rattled through your bones, making you squirt all over the mosaic table, Elias's abdomen, and Mary's thighs and pussy. It was like a faucet that wouldn't stop and the candy that was in your mouth was crushed into tiny pieces from your teeth. Elias gave your core a playful smack with the shaft of his dick, soaking up your pussy juices that was now everywhere.

"You so messy, ma. So filthy..."

"Good job, sweetpea."

Your breathing was rapid and your body slick with sweat, it felt like you've been running a marathon, your body was so weak and fucked out. But the one fact about vampires that still amaze you rattled through your dickmatized thoughts: they had stamina. Mary's arms wrapped around your waist, earning your legs to wrap around her waist in the process, she guided the two of you on the soaked ground with the help of Elias.

"Ya'll gotta clean this up." Elias spoke casually, his dick still twitching from reaching his orgasm. Still within Mary's sweet embrace your trembling hand reached for Elias's girthy cock that was drenched in your wetness, your tongue dragging across the thick vein that raced towards the tip of his dick. Mary joined you, her tongue working at the base of his dick stopping to plant small kisses at his tip, your mouths and tongues bumping into each other.

Elias looked down at you two with a cocky smile, two beautiful women lapping up his dick would make any man fill with pride. With his hand tangled into your soft coils he raised up his other arm, flexing his bicep as a booming chuckle of pure gratification fell from his lips, you couldn't help but to roll your eyes at his arrogant display. Pulling your mouth away from his dick you placed a bite onto his v line, he hissed at the action, but his smile only grew wider.

Those fucking dimples will be the death of you.

Mary cupped your cheeks gently, turning your head to face her as she planted a soft and tender kiss onto your lips. This kiss wasn't primal like the others she gave - it was grounding. It seemed like she was making sure that you were okay, that you were still here. Breaking away from the kiss she rested her forehead onto yours, her beautiful deep brown eyes that you easily got lost in peered into yours.

"We're serious about out offer," she hummed out, biting her bottom lip as she wiped away the tearstains from your cheek. "We can do this forever, sweetpea. It's up to you, of course."

"I-I'll think about it." You mumbled, which earn a nod of understanding from her. Turning into a vampire was a daunting idea, being banished from the sun and having to survive off blood seemed like a burden that you weren't willing to comment to.

Yet.

"Good things come to those that wait; and we'll wait eternity for you, ma." It was Elias who said that. You and Mary lifted yourself from the ground, your arms slung around Elias's broad shoulders while Mary pressed against your backside, hugging you from behind. Your bodies tangled in the raw afterglow and your once foggy mind was set ablaze. Calling Elias and Mary your muse was an understatement of the century - they're your brilliance, your new found obsession, the passion behind each and every stroke of your pen. You didn't just feel inspired; you felt fulfilled.

You felt whole.

You assumed it was linked to finding somewhere new to call home, but even after that, Remmick seemed to be on edge. After a spot of gossip with Mary, you both decide on two things. Firstly, as is common in most group situations, you aren't certain how Remmick stumbled into a position of leadership. Secondly, perhaps he's a little frustrated in other ways than simply completing those duties. If that were the case, then a few of you could help to relieve some of that stress.

Stack was easier to convince than you thought he would be. Mary did most of the work, and by the end, Stack was glad to help if it meant Remmick would lighten up. It takes you by surprise that Mary brings up Remmick's interest in you, and instead of believing her, you insist that the three of you still get involved. Though you secretly hope that she's right about Remmick.

"Remmick." Everything about Mary is poised when the two of you approach his room. After a few raps on the door, the wood pulls back at a breakneck speed as Remmick growls on the other side of it.

"What?" The corner of his lip curls with the threat of a snarl forming. Though the second he notices you standing there as well, Remmick straightens up to clear his throat. Not very subtly. "Whatcha wantin'?" The words are still terse, but less so.

"Checkin' up on you. Seemed awfully stressed of late." Though you keep your tone playing on innocent, there's a hint of something more mischievous in your smile.

Remmick blinks at you, having expected you to tell him that something had gone wrong, not a wellness check. You note the way the lines in his forehead smooth out as he swallows suddenly. "Well that's… awful sweet of you, darlin'." He never calls you that, and you're eyeing him in hopes he leans into the slip-up. "But I'm… right as rain so, don'tchu mind, none."

With a flirty 'Mhm', you let you eyes travel to where Remmick's fingers have rested on the doorframe by his head. His finger idly taps against the wood as you let your voice soften. "Wanna find out how sweet we can really be, Rem?"

Remmick's lips part at that, brows raised a tad in surprise and unsure if he heard you right. He had only pictured how you can sound from siphoning your memories, but to hear it would be different. The difference between studying anatomy on paper and watching life pulse through a body. "…We..?" His eyes slide over to Mary, and her fingers easily bump over Remmick's knuckles on the door frame.

"You gonna let us in to show you?" Mary's tone is soft, and even you feel a jolt of something from the suggestive rumble of it. Alongside the thread of irony that she pulls at.

Remmick stares back; he clearly understands the offer but doesn't quite believe it, not entirely. His lips press into a thin line, and he's fidgeting on the spot in the exact way Mary pointed out he does around you. "This some kinda prank I don't get?" The defensive exterior to the question hides a more sheepish underbelly, that's when you notice; Remmick is shy. You can feel the fuzzy edges of it in the back of your mind, like he's afraid to trust someone and then look a fool for it.

You lean closer to Remmick, letting your tone relax. "No tricks, if you're good for us. Just want to make you feel better, Rems." You note the way Remmick's eyes seem to widen at the word 'good', and it fills you with confidence.

Remmick's mouth hangs open as he scans your face, trying to get a read. "You want to…-" Part of him would have wanted to pursue you under circumstances, but he hasn't taken any of the chances laid in front of him up to now. So, he accepts that it's being thrust onto him here and now, eventually nodding to you, albeit somewhat sheepish. "-Yeah… Yeah, alright."

Both you and Mary exchange a knowing glance, one that Remmick doesn't try to decipher. He's too distracted by the faint lines your smile makes, the warmth of your brown eyes, and the way the soft light catches in your dark curls.

Remmick peers down the hall, searching for one last sign of a joke, until your place your palm against his chest and give a gentle push. The gesture alone is enough to have Remmick's breath hitch, letting you hear his pulse quicken. He takes a half-step back and it's all he can do but stare in silence as you take the plunge to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss begins slow, enough so that it takes a moment for Remmick to figure out what to do with his hands. They settle for your hips as you move him into the room. Suddenly the edge of his bed knocks against the back of Remmick's legs, catching him by surprise enough to stumble back onto the mattress.

Remmick barely has the time to recalibrate before you're already straddling his lap. A small, surprised noise leaves him, only to be cut-off when Mary's hand snakes under his jaw. Remmick's gaze softens between you as Mary's lips ghost over his skin, gentle enough that you feel him fidget underneath you. "W-Wait, won't Stack-" Remmick's brows crease, as though he only just had the sense to remember he exists.

"Stack's joinin'. Us girls got a little impatient and found you early is all." Remmick swallows thickly, unsure what to make of it, he can barely think at all.

You lean forward to trace your tongue over the shell of Remmick's ear, giving it gentle nips that have him fighting to keep his breathing steady underneath you. His reaction has you lilting into his ear with a whisper, and you let Mary's finger gently turn Remmick face to her. "Seen the way you stare at them both, like you're jealous of what they've got."

A noise catches in his chest, ashamed to have been caught and having the gall to lie anyway. "I am not jealous." You shush his defence that comes out more aggressive than he meant it too, the grip on your hips tighten and you press tender kisses to his temple.

"Don't believe that for a second." A smirk dances over Mary's lips. "You want what we got? We'll give it to you if it gets rid of this attitude." Remmick doesn't get the chance to respond before she's sliding her tongue over his lower lip. It isn't a gesture that asks for permission, it's informing him of what's about to happen. Remmick can only sigh into the kiss as he parts his lips to let her inside.

The sound makes you smile around his earlobe, and you note the way his shoulder raises a little when you suckle behind the sensitive area. "She's seen the way you look at me, Rems." You decide to address it and see if it's true. His fingers flex, and you take one of his hands to slide up your torso. You stop when he reaches your breast, encouraging him to squeeze you like he needed the silent permission to touch you.

Remmick doesn't deny your words that time, and when you pull back to look at him properly, he's watching you through half-lidded eyes and a blush on his cheeks.

You let your hand wander to the front of Remmick's pants; his length is already hard and strained against them just from kissing. You lean forward to kiss his jaw as your free hand traces patterns into his neck. The needy sounds the attention pulls straight from Remmick’s chest make your stomach do flips.

While you undo Remmick's belt, Mary pauses to let her breath ghost over his, light enough to cool to wet skin and have him shiver. "Which one of us you want to suck your cock?"

His length jerks up against your palm and his eyes scrunch up. You momentarily wonder if it's too much for Remmick, until his eyes blink open halfway as he's turned his head to watch you. "You, w-want your mouth."

"Funny, I didn't hear a 'please'." Your grin turns impish as a rushed 'Please-" falls out of Remmick's mouth, all manner of pride fizzled away now that there was no point in it. His hips twitch forward from the thought of your mouth alone.

You can spy the drool beginning to pour out past the corner of his mouth, and it sparks something hungry inside you. Carefully, you lean in between Remmick and Mary to gather his drool on the end of your tongue. There's a whine from Remmick, short and greedy as Mary relents to let you join in a slow mess of tongue and fangs that have slipped out.

Mary moves even more to focus her attention on you, leaving Remmick to watch mouth agape while her lips crushes against yours. You feel Remmick's hand move firmly against you, finding your nipple through your dress and rolling it through the fabric until it stiffens.

His breathing is light and staggered as he watches you both, beginning to feel dizzy from going without anything sexual for so long to suddenly an influx of it. "Fuck…" His cock twitches under you and you grind down on it to draw out a gasp. "-You girls… practice that a lot or, somethin'?" He grins to you both, awkward and seeming a little dazed as his imagination goes into autopilot.

Faint giggles bubble up from your chest alongside Mary, and the two of you break apart but remain cheek to cheek as you watch Remmick. Mary raises a playful brow to him, and as you slowly grind circles with your hips, Mary reaches for the bottom of your dress to help remove it. "Just figured you'd like it. Bet you think of it, when you're in here all alone, Remmick." Remmick's eyes widen as your lift your arms to allow her to peel the dress away, revealing a silky set of lingerie that hugs you perfectly; no bottoms, only the bra, and garter belt attached to the high stockings. A broken noise punches out of Remmick's throat at the sight of you. His eyes immediately settle on your exposed cunt, and your head is swimming at the way he's unable to stop himself from literally drooling over himself.

For once, he's completely speechless. He only gives a delayed nod to Mary's question as he drinks you in under the low light of the room. Remmick doesn't even realise what he's admitted to as his hands trail up over the planes of your stomach. They trace over the edges of your bra, pulling them down to reveal your darker nipples that harden in the cool air. He only pulls the fabric half way, until they're threatening to spill out. "Do you think of me, Rem?" You slowly lean forward to thread your arms over Remmick's shoulders, linking your wrists behind him. Your stomach jumps when you realise how hard he's straining against his pants.

"You're gorgeous… Course I think of you. Wonder how you feel on my cock and the pretty sounds you'd make." One of his hand skims down you until it's shaking over your inner thigh, and his voice drops to a whisper. "Can… Can I touch you?" He wets his lips as his eyes fall back down to where his hand trembles impatiently, barely able to contain himself as he waits for a 'yes'.

"Not yet." Mary coos to you both, much to Remmick's disappointment. "Let's get him ready first, hun."

A whine slips out of Remmick in confusion as you push off of him, though you hear the way his breath catches as you slowly sink to the floor. Your palms trace over his legs as you get seated between them, refusing to break eye contact with him.

Remmick's brows knit up together, fangs pressed against his parted lips while he watches you get settled. When Mary adjusts herself to kneel behind Remmick, her fingers brush up his sides as she settles with her thighs either side of him. "Has it been a while for you, Remmick?" Her voice is soft, though you know it's only to get him comfortable. Not because she actually cares the same way you do.

"S-Some, give or take." It's such a vague answer that you don't bother to pull a better one from him. It doesn't really matter to you anyway.

You watch him sweetly as you kiss up the inside of his thighs. "Let's make up for lost time then, yeah?" Remmick nods to you dumbly, slow and open-mouthed like he's still nervously waiting for the punchline. He lifts his hips to help you pull his pants and boxers down, your mouth practically waters a the soft slap his cock makes against his stomach when it's freed. You savour Remmick's quiet gasp when you take his already-leaking cock into your hand, leaning in to place a slow kiss to the his flushed tip.

Remmick swallows down a groan as you part your mouth around him, already taking him in inch by inch. From the corner of your eye, you see his fists curl into the sheets as you swirl and work your tongue over the head. "Shit, this… It's really happenin'- Fuck." Mary lets out a breathy laughter as her hands find the buttons to Remmick's shirt to undo them, and he tips his head back against her as you eagerly pump your hand over his throbbing cock.

"Oh gods, you're- Ah.. Your tongue is-" Remmick's babbling is cut short when Mary leans over to lick into his mouth. A staggered sound leaks out of him as she kisses him, and you note that Remmick tilts his head so that he can watch you again through his lusty gaze.

A light pang of jealousy tugs at you at the sight of them, until Mary pulls away from him enough to ask. "She feel good, Remmick? You're makin' such sweet noises for her." Then you realise that Mary isn't doing it because she has an interest in him, but is true to the talk you had prior. She really is killing two birds with one stone by easing the tension out of Remmick while pairing the two of you up. Even if it was in an unprecedented way.

"Too good-" Remmick's breath hitches as he nods, you can tell he's already close from the few drops of pre-cum that roll down your tongue. "M-Maybe you should- oh fuck! Sl..Slow down or I'll-"

You moan around him, carefully avoiding your fangs on him as you try to take him in as far as you can manage. He chokes on his breath at the sight of it, and suddenly his breathing is strained as he moans into Mary's mouth. "Gonna come-" His teeth grit moments before he's allowed to reach his peak, and before he can come, you quickly pull away from him completely.

He breaks the kiss as a confused mess of sounds spill out of him, his hips thrust up to try to find your mouth again. "N-No- Why-?" The sound of his needy babbling has your face heat, though you say nothing as you watch his cock twitch desperately for contact. Instead, you duck you head lower to run your tongue out over the seam between his sack, and Remmick gasps at the feeling. His brows furrow, unsure why you stopped for it, until you keep moving down, and your tongue traces over his puckered hole. He flinches with a sharp cry at the feeling, not expecting it from you and staring wide-eyed.

Mary tucks a loose piece of Remmick's hair behind his ear, cooing into it shortly after. "Relax, hun. Told you, Stack's joinin', gotta get you ready for him."

Remmick's eyes dart to her, only now realising what you're starting to lick into his hole for. "Oh god, you- You want to-" His fangs catch his lower lip as he thinks about taking Stack; part of him pretends as if he should say no, but it's been so long since he's done anything that he'll greedily take everything offered to him right now. He nods feverishly to you, suddenly excited for more than he expected. "-Alright, trust you, darlin'."

There was that word again: 'darling'. You feel your head go a little light-headed as you push your tongue past the tight ring of muscle. The heat flooding your lower stomach has you beginning to drool uncontrollably. Somewhere above you, Remmick tries to palm himself until Mary pulls his hand away, kissing at his temple and telling him to stop with gentle coos of "Be a good boy and be patient." until he relents.

You can feel yourself dripping down your thigh at the broken moans Remmick is making in-between his breaths when he nods. He moves his hand like he wants to hold your head, then reels back. Your eyes narrow as you catch his hand with yours, guiding him back to the side of your head. A pathetic, needy whine rushes out of him and his fingers flex on you, despite how careful you can feel him trying to be. He doesn't force you further, he just holds you like he's trying to anchor himself. Something about seeing him ease open, being so openly submissive for you both has your pulse racing. To think, Remmick, who had been so hostile lately from the 'stress of leading the hive', was capable of being so pliable for you.

As you think about it, you slide your first finger into him. You take great pleasure in the way it makes Remmick mewl and fidget above you, and as you add a second, you gently suck at his sack while you thrust your fingers into him. Remmick's brow pinches as he watches you, unable to stop the sharp cry when your fingers brush over his prostate. "P-Please. Let me come-" His begging is delicious in your ear, and this time, when you lick a stripe back up his aching cock to take him into your mouth again, you don't intend to stop as you suck him down.

It takes all but a few seconds before he's bucking his hips as shallow as he can manage. "I-I'm- Please-" Remmick cuts himself off with a sudden groan as his climax takes him by surprise. A wonderful shade of pink spread over his cheeks as he watches you swallow up as much of his cock into your mouth as possible, before his release floods it entirely. You watch him pant hard above you, his fangs on full display. The sight of it has your lips stretch to smirk around the base of him.

You're careful as you pull off of him with an obscene 'pop'; as you had guessed he would, Remmick stays hard. Perfect. "Christ, that…" Remmick swallows between his panting to steady himself, unable to finish his thought. A light laugh hitches in his chest as his hand slides to your jaw, running a thumb over it as he watches you with an admiration that makes your chest ache.

You let as much of the drool from your mouth drip onto his hole, deeming him prepped enough after you tease him just a little longer. As you ease your fingers out of Remmick, there's a knock at the door. Remmick freezes up underneath until both yours and Mary's hand trace over his skin to soothe him.

Remmick swallows as the door opens to reveal Stack, who stays there momentarily as he takes in the scene in front of him. a rush of embarrassment pulses through Remmick, but Stack only raises a brow; not in judgement, but something else as he directs his question to Mary. "Already started without me?"

She give a small grin as Remmick looks to her with uncertainty. "We're just gettin' him warmed up." You feel the shiver ripple through him with those words, and you rise up from your knees in time to catch Stack's eyes trailing over you with a glint of approval in his eye.

Remmick tries to sit forward, but you climb onto a spot on the bed beside him and place a hand on his chest. He stays there as his eyes find yours, giving a small, dazed smile. Before he can say anything, Mary moves out from behind him, letting him falls back onto the mattress with a soft thud. She's on her hands and knees as she crawls to the edge of the bed to greet Stack, who reaches down to tilt her head up to him. There's a slow crush of their mouths until he's finally pulling back with a smirk.

You catch the way Remmick's cock gives a needy twitch at the sight, and Stack notices before Remmick can hide it with his hand. Stack raises a brow, at Remmick's seemingly calmer, or at least, less aggravated demeanour compared to his recent one. "You weren't kiddin', baby." Stack's words are quiet but hold authority in the room as he moves closer to Remmick, and there's no sign of hesitation as he steps between his legs. "This pervert's been barkin' out orders every hour of the night-" Stack leans down to smooth his hands up the inside of Remmick's thighs, narrowing his eyes with a smirk at how easily Remmick lets him push them up. You bite your lip at it along with the way Mary bats Remmick's hand away from hiding his cock. "Looks like somebody just needed a bit of release… Ain't that right?" Stack tilts his head to Remmick expectedly.

Remmick's lips press into a line at that, his words growing thin between his soft breaths. "N-No, that's not-." You fight the urge to laugh at the denial, Stack doesn't even try as an amused sound sharply leaves him.

Stack eyes the other male over, glancing to his hard cock before he leans over Remmick. "Y'know what?" His hand slides up the back of Remmick's head, grabbing a fistful of hair; lightly at first, then experimentally gets rougher until it forces a moan to seep out of his sire. "Ain't interested. You been mouthier than usual for weeks, and for what? Just a dry spell?" Remmick flushes at the truth of it, and there's the barest hint of a nod from him as he fails to think of anything to say.

Stack lets go of Remmick to straighten up, his gaze drifts down to his hole; seeing that it's already been stretched for him has his own cock jerk in response. The spawn's hand runs over himself, slowly palming at his erection through his pants as he watches Mary begin to peel off her own dress. There's a set of lingerie underneath similar to your own.

His tone is mocking, because Stack already knows the answer before the question is uttered into existence. "This what you need? You come already and you're still waitin' for me to fuck you? Knew you'd be greedy but damn." Remmick's eyes close as he mutters under his breath in a half-hearted attempt at retaliation. You didn't catch it but Stack did, judging by the way his eyes narrow as he unzips his pants anyway. "You watch that mouth."

"Make me." It's all that Remmick can think to say before the head of Stack's cock is already pressing against him, and it earns Remmick a harsh slap across his inner thigh. Remmick's teeth grit behind his grin as he hisses from the sting. Your eyes catch the way the tips of his claws threaten to come out the same time his cock jerks from the slap. The way both of their breathing pauses is palpable as Stack begins to sink into Remmick, pushing into his tight hole with a hissed inhale. Despite the quick whimper Remmick lets slip, you can tell neither are wanting to break first.

You reach over to Remmick's hair to run your fingers through it, and something inside of you jumps at the way he presses himself into the touch. He at last relents with a more prominent whine as he feels Stack force him open on his thicker cock. When Remmick opens those eyes, they flash a wonderful crimson in the low light. "Please, t-touch me properly." You exchange a glance with Mary as she nods, taking Remmick's pulsing cock while she manoeuvres a leg over his lap to straddle him. She faces Stack, and they eye each other as he waits for Remmick to ease into the stretch.

A startled sound leaves him and he tries to move. Between your hands moving to keep him still, and Stack beginning to pull out to set his own rhythm into Remmick, it feels impossible for him to move anywhere. As Remmick feels Mary slide his flushed cock between her wet folds, he grips onto your thigh for support, his flush deepening. "Fuck, you're-" Your face heats at how he reaches for you on instinct, and you lean down to leave a trail of teasing kisses up his torso. "-Usin' all o' me." You start from his middle and head up as Mary slowly sinks down onto his cock with a a keening sound; she doesn't stop until he's all the way to the base of him, gripping onto Stack's shoulders for support while she adjusts to the stretch.

The sudden tightness around Remmick forces a cracked noise to fumble out, particularly as Stack stuffs himself into Remmick's walls. Stack concentrates on Mary with half-lidded eyes like he's fucking her instead. Mary's breathing ramps up into a quick series of moans as she watches Stack, and they lean in close enough that her whines practically bounce off of his grunts.

It's slow thrusts at first that draw shallow, lingering breaths out of both spawns, then it becomes rougher; hard enough that Remmick would be moved with each slap of skin if it weren't for the circles that Mary makes with her hips. Her voice is thinner as it comes out, though the lilt is no less devious than it was. "How is he?"

Stack's brows knit together as one of his hands grip Remmick's inner thigh tight, holding it as open as he can as he grunts back. "Shit- He's tight." That causes a whimper to leak out of Remmick, something about the way he's being ranked as though he weren't even there, it rushes straight to his cock. "Feels better than I thought he would."

You watch as Remmick's eyes begin to turn glassy, and your sucks become harsher on his skin, then become small bites up to his collarbone. "Hear that, Rem?" Remmick's hand idly comes up to rest at the back of your head as he nods. "Does it feel good?" Your lips quickly find his neck, and the feeling of him shiver underneath when you nip at his skin makes your clit pulse.

Remmick's voice comes out mumbled, he almost sounds drunk if it you didn't know any better. "F-Feels..s'good.. Wantcha too, a stór." You taste his desperation as you lick into his mouth, feeling a rush of your own need resurface when he doesn't complain about tasting himself on you. The only thing to come out is the string of indulgent moans as you lightly suck his tongue. If anything, he only seems more hurried as he follows it with a kiss, breaking only to beg. "Let me taste you, too, please."

The words along with the look on his face has you melt; he's covered in drool down his chin and his brows are turned up as he waits for you. Even without him begging, you still would have done the same. You swallow as you nod feverishly, you don't think you've ever moved so quickly before as you place a knee either side of his face. You hear Remmick's excited panting get heavier before he threads his hands around each thigh, pulling you down until he's got your clit grinding on his tongue.

The contact has him purring straight into your cunt, and the swirl of his tongue send immediate pulses of something white hot through you. Mary and Stack's moans become somewhat distant as feel yourself finally fully enveloped by Remmick, and it's all you can do but stare down to him with heavier eyes. You feel drool pooling in your mouth again, and as it starts to spill, Remmick lets go of your clit to stick his tongue out with a dazed look. Your breath catches as your drool lands in droplets over his tongue, and you clench around nothing as he greedily swallows it down.

"Fuck… Good boy, Rem." The words come out naturally before you can stop them, and your hands are knotted in his tresses to grind back over his sleek tongue. Remmick moans into your folds at the praise, and he stares up at you like he truly needs you. "Takin' us so well, bet you're feelin' nice and stretched out, huh?" Remmick grunts heavily up into you as he tries to nod, and instead there's a choked 'Mhm' that's muffled. You can't help but tip your head back, the heat in your cunt coils tightly and furls up with each suck and somehow expertly-moved flick of his tongue.

When you hear Mary's moans into Stack getting higher, it brings your mind back into the room and you realise that she's about to come. "Oh god, he's… I'm close." You think you hear a slick sound, and hadn't noticed that Stack's thumb is circling her clit to help her.

"Come for us, baby." Stack's eyes light up in an instant while Remmick's eyes snap shut, bracing himself for the way her walls suddenly snap tight around him. It pulls out a cry from Remmick as the feeling forces him into another orgasm, and you can feel him arch his back up slightly with it. You watch Remmick as you rock your hips against him, noting that his claws have slid out after all as they press into the meat of your thighs.

When you feel Mary pull herself off his cock and move away, there's a quick gasp from her from the loss and the cum dripping down her thighs. You shiver at the way Stack's movements freely force more pressure against you from Remmick's mouth. With there being more space for Stack, he thrusts his cock into Remmick harsher than before. You can tell without seeing just from the echo of his balls slapping against Remmick with his thrusts now.

The need to have something inside you grows and you pull away from Remmick just enough to grind against his nose instead. He happily lets you as you fist his hair, and his slick tongue slips inside of your cunt instead. It pulls a louder set of moans from you; whinier than before as you feel your own climax drawing near.

Stack's cursing under his breath as he fucks into Remmick, and you watch your sire lurch with one particular thrust, overstimulated and not fighting an ounce of it. You know Stack is hitting into his prostate from the needier sounds babbling out of Remmick. "Shit- Fucking tight, gonna make me lose it." There's heavier panting from behind you, and you don't realise your eyes have slipped shut until you feel Mary press her lips against yours.

You peer open the same Remmick does, and he lets out a string of wanton, high pitched sounds at the sight as you open up your mouth for Mary. The added attention sends a flood of warmth to your cunt, and you let Remmick's thrusts of his tongue send you barrelling towards your climax. Despite Mary's tongue sliding over yours, the edges of your vision go white and your consciousness shrinks down to Remmick's nose over your clit as you moan into her mouth. The slick walls of your cunt rhythmically tighten around Remmick's tongue, releasing down him and down his chin as he tries to lap up as much as he's able to.

Before it becomes too much, you pull away from both Mary and Remmick, though he whines in protest at the loss of you. You hover there while you hear Stack's final grunt melt into a moan, and Remmick takes a slow breath as he's flooded. It takes a moment to register the look on Remmick's face; you don't think you've ever seen the expression on his face before. He looks completely blissed out. His hair is a mess and it looks like he's struggling to keep his eyes open, you almost didn't spot the way his pupils have taken up almost all of his iris. The way his fangs press against his ajar mouth has your cunt pulsing greedily for more, particulary when he quietly mewls at the feeling of Stack's spend leaking out of him.

You hear Stack behind you, confused like he's realised something. "Did he… get bigger?" The question confuses you at first, until you turn enough to see what she means. Remmick's cock is longer than before, thicker, and an angry red at the base where it looks more swollen than previously.

As you turn back to Remmick, it seems he is only able to keep his eyes open long enough to plead up at you with them. "N-Need ya. Fuck, right now- Need this cunt." Something in your stomach drops with need and your brows crease as you nod. You don't even question it, something in the back of your mind is telling you that you need it too. As you shimmy down his torso, Remmick's breathing struggles to stay anything other than heavy panting. "Gods, yes. There's a good girl, my good girl." His voice is completely wrecked, gravelly at the sides as you ease yourself onto his cock that seems to pulse. It fills you with hot need upon hearing it, and you both cry out as you slide yourself onto him.

His claws rip the cups from your bra down, exposing your breasts completely to him before he grips your hips. There's a small growl that sounds from him, and your walls flutter in response to it. It feels different to the submissive parts to him, it makes you feel special. Remmick doesn't waste time as he thrusts to fuck up into you. Every time he does, you feel the swollen base of him knock against your folds as you grind back down. The fullness of him is almost too much, and already you can feel your sensitive walls threaten to come around him so soon.

Your head feels dizzy with him, his cock bullying every part of your spongy walls enough to feel waves of pleasure building quicker than you expect. His noises are morphing into something else; they aren't high like the whines before, they're thick, guttural sounds laced with possession. "Gonna come. Gonna fuck my knot into ya. Mine." Surprisingly, his words are what end up shunting you over the edge of your second climax. As your mind goes fuzzy with the coiled pleasure inside of you snapping, you're suddenly filled with Remmick completely as he shoves you down onto the swollen base of him with a torn cry.

The fullness of him is a sudden mix of pleasure-painful at first, enough to make you call out his name as his thighs tremble underneath you. With a low growl from him, Remmick's cock twitches wildly inside you until you're flooded with his thick release. His upper body curls slightly as he comes, fangs clenched as tightly as his eyes, seemingly unending as more pours into you in waves. You watch with as the pressure from it has your lower stomach gently swell against your clothing. "R-Rem-"

It's only when he's seemingly finished that he chooses to open up a part of his mind to you through the hive bond, and you realise instantly what it is. The feeling has you stutter, face burning about his knot, how you won't be able to move for a while yet. You want to be mad at him, and part of you is, but Remmick is watching your stomach intently as he strokes his claws over you in a way that makes you forget.

It takes a little longer than it perhaps should have, but you realise that Mary and Stack have both removed themselves from the room at some point. It was probably for the best, and you're relieved after learning that you can't actually move anywhere for now. With a sigh, and while trying to ignore the fullness inside of you, you rest your hands onto Remmick's chest. He looks up to you from where he can feel himself underneath, and a lazy smile plasters itself over him.

"You feel better now?" You dare to raise a brow, and his smile turns into a grin.

Remmick lets a laugh slip; you note that you haven't heard that sound for almost a month. It lingers in your chest with a warmth. "Darlin'…" His mouth hangs open for a moment before he shakes his head with some disbelief, and places his claws over your hands. "-Don't think I've felt this good for… a while." The admission fills you with pride, and you make a mental note to thank Mary for convincing you to go through with it. "Thank you." The appreciation borders on sheepish, but you can only drink it up.

"I hope next time, it'll be enough with just me?" Remmick swallows and you feel his claws tighten around your fingers, like he was hoping for that.

His expression softens at the eyes, sounding completely earnest. "You were always exactly what I needed. You're all I want."