by Willa Okati
“I knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one fuck,” Reziel said lazily as she played with his balls. Tacy glanced down, fire-red glimmering in her hair, and gave him the wickedest of smiles. How had he ever mistaken her for human? “You want another, I take it?”
She licked her lips.
Four in the afternoon found the three of them in bed together, joined in a chain, Tacy’s eager red lips wrapped around Tinder’s cock while Reziel plowed deep into her pussy, slick with her juices. Her legs grasped and squeezed his flanks, then his sides, while the three of them wailed and cried like a banshee on a spree. What would the neighbors think?
Well, Reziel thought as he urged Tacy on hotter and harder, they can just be jealous, if they like.
They switched positions, Reziel taking dominance. He chose to flip Tacy onto her back and dove into her sweet pussy with his mouth instead, flickering his tongue over her soaked center and into her recently-fucked channel. To please her, he did just as he had done earlier, and toyed with her small nub of flesh until she screamed and thrashed around him in a climax. In the meantime, Tinder was sucking at Reziel’s cock as if he were nothing but a mouth that existed to please its master. Reziel could feel the friction as the young man drew him in, using his tongue and the sharp points of his teeth in a wicked dance that drove him over the edge.
When he’d finished coming in Tinder’s mouth, he collapsed bonelessly, rousing only to ease Tinder’s discomfort. The man came crawling over to him on the bed, making noises of distress, and the only thing to do was to take him in hand and pump his cock until he, too, delivered his load of salty semen. Tacy devoured this, running her mouth along Tinder’s stomach until he was slick and shiny.
Six in the evening saw sundown, and they were all three out of the bed at last. Tacy made teasing noises about having to change the linens all over again, but dropped into a falsely demure curtsy when Reziel cut her a sharp glance. She giggled behind her hand at him.
He dragged her in for a kiss. “Oh, I’ll have a fine time taming you,” he said when their lips parted. “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Tacy.”
She licked her mouth, where she had sucked on both men’s cocks earlier. “Good things,” she said -- and Reziel had to agree.
They parted ways only briefly to search for clothing that fit them, and were soon back, rejoicing at their good fortune. The young miss of the house must have been quite the fashion queen, for her wardrobe was stuffed with lace and velvet that fit Tacy to the very inch. While the men had to make do with less fine feathers, they were both outfitted very well in the latest styles, black leather pants that laced up the sides and black leather vests that tied up the front, and black leather coats lined with black panther fur.
Reziel adjusted Tinder’s laces with a critical eye, stopping in the middle for a kiss that was wet, deep, and full of tangling tongues. Tinder’s mouth was swollen all over again when he emerged, sparkling with gleeful wickedness. “You’ll do,” Reziel said roughly, kissing him again. “Oh, yes, you’ll do.”
He turned to them both, his “housekeeper” and his new vampire mate. “You both know what to do tonight?” he asked in the lordly voice he knew he would have to make a habit of using. All the same, he intended to treat the pair kindly, and not make them jealous when he added to his flock. Which he would, but at his leisure, choosing his victims as carefully as sweets from glass jars.
Tacy and Tinder nodded, both squaring their shoulders. “We wait at your back,” Tacy said.
“We show whose side we are on,” Tinder added.
“We fight if we have to.”
“We kill if we must.”
“You are our master.”
“You are my lover.”
“We belong to you and you alone.”
“To you, my love.” Tinder blew Reziel a kiss that the vampire could almost swear he felt brush his lips. Grinning at the pair of his henchmen, Reziel led the way out of their house and on a nearly straight path -- although of course there were a few detours through alleys and by the Grounds of Despair -- to Draylen’s apartments.
Reziel might have been young, but he had come into his own. And he’d bow his head to no one anymore.
Not Draylen, long might the lesson stick in his craw.
Not anyone.
Reziel was a Master now, and the night was his. He had more than sixty-nine reasons to fight back, now.
And the most important two stood by his side.
Let Draylen watch out, because the kicked dog was about to bite back.
Willa Okati
Willa Okati is one hundred percent in love all things vampire and supernatural. However, she’s an even bigger fan of stories that feature beautiful men exploring their desires for one another. Casually known as the “blue-haired, tattooed wench” among Changeling folks, she lives for the fun of acting just as young as she feels. She’d love for you to visit her website at http://www.willaokati.com or join her reader’s loop for fun and chatter at [email protected]. Happy reading!