by Eris Adderly
Her ass hit the edge of the high mattress and she faced off with two men. Leo had shed any sign of hesitation she’d ever seen in the man. He was already shouldering out of his uniform shirt, pulling the white undershirt off over the back of his neck. He held onto her gaze every possible second, as though if he looked elsewhere long enough, they’d all realize how bizarre everything was and go running in three separate directions.
Rado had tossed his shirt over the back of the sofa, and November sank teeth into her lower lip to take in the pair. Maybe she did want them to use her. Maybe a little.
The vampire was already working apart his fly. Climbing past her up onto the bed. He brushed fingertips over the round of her shoulder as he went, and November followed, turning to lean over the mattress.
Knees spread wide, Radoslav knelt on the narrow bed and brought an erection out into his fist. The trough of his open fly plumped his scrotum at the base of the shaft. Hands were smoothing over her hips, the curves of her backside, and she felt Leo close in behind her.
In a brief, floating contrast to the primal fog filling the room, Rado traced the back of a hand along her temple. Her cheekbone. For a heartbeat, his features were serene. Then he angled his hips forward, thumb and forefinger pinching to aim his cock.
He smeared the tip along the line of her mouth, and November’s eyes traveled higher to find his. The grin he gave her unfurled slow, beautiful. He lifted his chin.
“Suck.”
The word went right through her chest, down past her navel, where it bloomed in her pussy. She ducked forward and took him in hand. Met him with her lips and gave as he pushed. Sucked.
Rado groaned at the wet introduction, but there were palms on the backs of her thighs, even as she angled her head to better work her mouth over him. The hands slid lower, to her knees, and November felt Leo shift somehow.
And then there was a tongue between her legs.
She let out a muffled squeak, and Rado chuckled. “Such a gentleman,” he said from somewhere above. “I would have just fucked you.” And, emphasis on his point, gathered a hold on her hair, and stuffed more of himself into her mouth.
Leo buried his face and—perhaps to show how he insisted on not being the bad cop—began to scour her clit with his tongue.
“Mmph!”
Her gate partner hummed, approval at her reaction, and wedged his knees between her ankles. Thumbs spread her lips and the man set about eating her like the shower had been only practice.
November tried to keep her feet on the ground. She came up off her heels as she bent forward to let Leo do whatever the hell he wanted, but her back arched as far as it would to put her in line for the cock Rado kept feeding past her lips. After a point, she gave up trying to make a blowjob out of it. It was all she could do to hold herself up on her elbows while a randy prick scrubbed past her teeth, and the man behind her found places to suckle that had her knees trying to give out.
The vampire fucking her face made some noise of amusement. “It’s almost like he knows what he’s doing back there.” He repositioned his fist in her hair and slowed his motions, but the plump head still moved in and out. “Can you make her come?” he asked Leo.
“Mm.” Her gate partner pulled off for a breath and she heard the smack of lips. “Let’s see.” He dove back in, and she moaned, but the noise wound up to a squeal when the wet pad of a thumb moved over her asshole.
Leo latched onto her clit and began to suck in a rhythm. The grip on the back of her head became a palm, and the palm pushed until balls pillowed her chin. The cock did not retreat. The thumb caressed her in circles, teasing puckered flesh.
“Wwmmnff!”
Her knees hit the storage compartment doors under the mattress when her feet slipped.
“Beautiful,” Rado said, and began plugging her throat again, deep and slow.
Leo never pushed inside, but the moving pressure on her hole increased. The work of his tongue doubled down, and November saw stars.
She wailed on the cock in her mouth and the orgasm flooded out of her. Covers bunched under her grasping fingers. The men didn’t stop until she did, her head falling between her shoulders to catch a breath.
Behind her, palms slid up over her ass. Her gate partner was standing. Uniformed legs pressed her against the edge of the mattress. A warm cockhead pressed between spit-slick lips.
November groaned when he pushed inside, unable to control the entry from this angle as she had their first time on the couch. There was a lot of him. And, sensitive flesh inside her swollen from climax, it felt like even more than that. He stuffed himself in to the root.
“L-eo!”
Rado chuckled at this, but her partner was helping her up. Getting hands under her shoulders to gather her close. He hooked an arm between her breasts, an anchor from rib to collarbone. “Just remember whose name she yelled out first,” Leo said as he began to fuck.
“Relax, neg, no one’s trying to steal your girl,” said Rado. “Maybe just help you make her squeal a little more.”
The bounce of hips against her ass didn’t change, and November wrote off the posturing as harmless. She twisted her head to one side, and Leo leaned in to take up her mouth, his cock soldiering in and out while they kissed, urgent and messy.
Rado was there when she turned her neck to catch a breath, sitting on his heels, cock in hand to enjoy the scene. Their eyes met and it was as if he’d been waiting for some signal. He leaned forward to take another turn at her mouth, rough kisses this time, and stubble abrading her lips. His hands squeezed and groped. Breasts and hips while he tugged at his prick, and then he wedged a hand between her body and the edge of the bed to find and tease her clit.
She reveled in it all, eyes falling shut. Warm hands, wet kisses, a pushing, claiming cock. The free-floating ability to just be. To enjoy for the sake of joy itself.
The pumping behind her grew fierce, and Leo began to take in short hisses of breath.
“Don’t come yet, Croix.” Rado’s voice broke the sweaty trance, and thumbs dug into the meat of her ass where her partner reacted.
“Fuck you,” Leo said. “Why not?” He hadn’t slowed a beat, and the thought of him dripping out of her pussy made November exhale in a rush.
“Because you’re going to come in her ass.”
November groaned and one of her supporting elbows gave out.
The motions of the man inside her slowed to a minimal nudge in and out, and she twisted her neck to look up at the grinning vampire on the bed.
“You can’t just decide she wants anal,” said Leo.
“You’re right,” Rado said in assured tones. “November, what do you want?”
This smooth bastard.
But he wasn’t wrong. She wet her lips with her tongue and twisted around to look Leo in the eye. “I want your cock in my ass.”
His pupils flared and he made a noise that was somewhere between a purging of breath and a growl. “Now?”
She was already nodding, but Radoslav wasn’t finished,
“You should let her clean you up first,” the vampire said.
November narrowed her eyes a degree and turned to watch Leo’s roommate. Nothing. No sign he was using hypnotics. The suave prick was just older than both of them, more experienced, and used to getting what he wanted. And right now, that was to watch her and Leo be filthy.
Because you’re complaining.
Leo had pulled away, and now she felt empty. Behind her were sounds of moving fabric, and she twisted onto a hip to see him sloughing out of his pants, shoving his boots off onto the floor. His cock stood out, glossed in her cream, and he moved to join Rado on the bed.
The vampire had shifted to work on being rid of his own pants, as well, and November shuddered in a thin, tight line up the very core of her body to imagine what that was about to mean.
She made her way up, and Leo was lying back, a palm going behind his head. His knees spread as she crawled between them. Hazel eyes watched her in
near disbelief when she reached for the sticky shaft bobbing there.
Her tongue found him in a wide, flat rasp.
“Oh my god.” His head fell back.
Just as Rado had suggested, she began to clean the tang of her own body from his skin. The smell of sex flooded her senses, musky and sharp, and her lower back arched, her body presenting itself in the most primitive fashion while she knelt there and sucked him spotless.
Another set of fingers found all her humming, swollen parts again, and a digit pushed inside. Two, to stir lazily in her pussy while she made crude, wet noises in Leo’s lap. She gave a throaty noise of appreciation, and a finger left her, only to return and push, slick and warm, into her ass.
No tentative nudge, no teasing the hole. Just straight-up penetration, until knuckles bumped into her crack. November whined and pushed herself back, ready. Ready for all of this.
A single finger became two, twisting and boring for space, and she pulled at Leo’s cock with more enthusiasm.
“Stop.” He had to cover her hand with his own where she worked the base to get her to come up for air. “Jesus.”
She hovered over him on hands and knees, while Rado opened her from the back. Her mouth hung open and she swayed under the movement until it stopped. The hand withdrew and she crawled, lust-drunk to lie alongside Leo, her head resting in the crook of his raised arm.
He rolled to kiss her again, hot breath steaming between them and wet cock grazing her belly. There would be trouble every day from now on, as far as November knew, but right now there was only Leo.
The second man slipped to lie alongside her back.
Leo and Rado.
She turned in a chaos of limbs and muscle to help herself to the vampire’s mouth. He was just as eager, if more deliberate, and again, she lost track of whose hands were sliding where or pinching what. Somewhere in the fugue, a grip on her hip pulled November onto her side, and Rado was hauling her upper knee to bend at his hip.
“Give the woman what she asked for, Croix.”
Leo curled around her spine, and a fat cockhead was pushing along the mess between her legs again. Angling. Aiming. It fit against the hole Rado had prepared and he paused, words uncurling at her neck.
“You want this?”
“So bad, Leo.”
He hummed at the last permission and began to push. Rado kept her knee bent and she was wide open for her partner. Brow furrowed. Mouth came open. Two fingers could never compare to a dick. The vampire’s smile curled at her in some dark victory, his pleasure obvious in seeing her limits tested this way.
“Ohh, yes, you’re almost too much for her,” said Rado, holding her eyes while he spoke to Leo. “But she loves it so much, she’s going to beg for it anyway, aren’t you, November?”
“Uh huh.” She nodded, caught up. Meat burrowed deeper into her body, and Leo’s fingers pillowed into her hip.
“Go on, little vampire.” If she didn’t know it was impossible, she’d have sworn by the consuming look in his eyes he was slipping into hypnotics. “Beg him.”
Not that she needed the push.
“Please, Leo.”
Her gate partner hissed and pulled back some of his length. November couldn’t help a gasp when he impaled her again, slow and deliberate.
“Mm, that’s not very specific,” the vampire said. “How will he know which way to violate you, if you don’t ask for what you want?”
Her pussy wept between them, empty, and November fell into the game. “Please, Leo, fuck my asshole.” Her voice was a breath. “I need it. I need your cock. Please.”
The man behind her growled and withdrew. Pushed past her ring again and did as she asked, shifting into a pattern of slow, steady strokes. The whine in her throat narrowed down to a dense thread of inability to cope when Rado slipped the hand from her knee between them to smear fluids over her clit.
Her hips rocked at the touch, and Leo grabbed her to hilt again. Her sounds were falling out of her range of control, too many things happening at once.
“You want both of us, November?” His words were intimate now. The vampire wouldn’t if she said ‘no;’ she knew it. It was a break in the domineering facade, just like outside under the stars, but she had no intention of backing down.
“Yeah, I do,” she said. “I want you both to fuck me until I cry.”
“Oh, and I bet we can.” The challenge welled up in his voice, deep and dark as his eyes. Teasing fingers left her and he shifted his body. A second cock searched for a way in, his grip guiding the blunt end along her slit.
Oh god.
Leo ground to a stop behind her, stilling her hips for the other man’s entry.
Oh god, oh god.
Radoslav found her and pushed.
“Oh!”
Pushed and pushed.
November let out a long, shuddering moan. The introduction of a second organ, just on the other side of so flimsy a barrier, had her channels stretched taut. Packed full to make room for both men. Muscles inside her twitched, instincts alive to bear down and push all of it out.
But there was no evicting her new tenants. They moved right in. Began rearranging her space.
Rado took up first, stroking out and in to make her gasp at the overstuffed new normal. Her palms splayed on his chest, and he reached to hook an arm under her knee again to lift it. To spread her for them.
Leo rolled back into motion, and the sound that came out of her defied explanation. “You okay?” he asked, even while he plumbed her ass with another long, slow dose of his cock. She made another, similar, high-pitched noise, and her nails curled into Rado’s flesh.
“She’s so okay she can’t even talk,” said the vampire, finding a rhythm. “You’ll tell us if you want to stop, won’t you, November?”
“Mmhm.” Her breath had gone shallow. A whining affirmative was all she could give them. Her gate partner and his shady roommate were filling her body. Competing for space. They locked her between them, working hips passing the fulcrum point from cock to pumping cock, and there was nowhere else she would ever think to run.
They used her body, and she used theirs. Each man rooting for his own perfect friction, and November riding, breathless between them. It was thick, wet overload, and animal noises came from deep beneath her ribs.
The tendons in Rado’s neck shifted as he labored away in her pussy. His pulse twitched in the valley at the base of his throat, and her entire focus narrowed to the sight of that hot, silent percussion, rutting cocks be damned.
A hand came to the side of her face, thumb caressing a cheekbone. Radoslav had to physically shift her attention to his eyes, and they glittered in the dim light.
“You want to come like you never have in your life?” he said.
All she could do was make what she imagined was a desperate face at him, the flicker of possibility an exquisite threat. He stretched his neck to one side.
“Bite down and don’t let go.”
Her mouth fell open at the offer, but he didn’t have to ask her twice. November ducked her head. Sank her fangs. When the blood hit her tongue, she understood the full extent of his warning to not let go.
Sweet fucking—!
“You heard the woman,” Rado said to Leo over her shoulder. “Until she cries.”
And then the time of survival began.
Both men left off lazy exploring and began to plow into her. She raged into Rado’s throat while chaos erupted between her thighs. Hard, male flesh punching in and out, skin stretching taut. Hips pummeling her back and forth so it was all she could do not to choke on blood while she screamed.
She did not let go with her teeth. She couldn’t. He’d heal the minute November pulled off. The bite was a continual tug-of-war between tear and repair, but oh, the taste of him. There was no nutrition in it whatsoever—vampire blood was empty calories—but damn if it didn’t hit her tongue in that same, metallic riot of joy.
November was high in an instant. Eyes rolling. Fingers g
ripping Rado’s shoulders while waves of havoc reared back with a terrible promise from all those tight, sensitive places where the men kept up their assault. She began to make noises like a beast in pain.
“November, yeah.” Leo grunted, thrusting. “Yeah.”
Something had burst. Far off. Turbulent. Parts of her body began to seize. To clutch. The scalding fluid she drew into her mouth was paradise.
“That’s it.” Rado’s other hand came scooping behind her head, pressing her to the bite. “Drink. Take these cocks.” They speared at her, reckless. “Come for us.”
November squealed.
“Come.”
The wave came crashing back, annihilating, and she shrieked into Rado’s neck. Her lovers surged into her body, dragging her along the crest while her hips bucked and she lost the last of control.
She ripped her face from the bite, and a series of long, fine wails went streaking out of her throat. Blood spilled down the side of her cheek. Her pussy sang an impossible song and the wails became tumbling, hysterical laughter.
“November, I—” Leo crushed his groin against her ass, and his hand slipped up her side for a desperate handful of one of her tits. “I’m gonna—”
The thought alone had her shouting. Gyrating on the stiff prick he’d lodged in her bowels. The ridiculous laughter had tears leaking from her eyes, and Leo swore. Plunged deep.
“There we go,” Rado said, still dredging her cunt, even while Leo’s cock pulsed in her ass. “There we go, hungry one.” His thumb smeared her own tears back to her temple. “Until you cry.”
She was shuddering now. Trying to grab at debris and not drown in the maelstrom. Limbs going weak from orgasm while her gate partner sluiced hot fluid into her body, jerking his hips with the last of it.
Rado slipped from her pussy, and she gasped. A drunken glance down and she saw he had his cock between them, furious strokes of a fist purpling the crown. Blood from her bite had made tracks down his collar bone, ruinous little beads heading toward the pillow, but the wounds had already closed.
His abs bunched and he growled. Semen shot along her belly, over his working knuckles. He wasn’t done purging the rest before she tucked her face near his and caught him in a sloppy kiss. And neither had Leo left her body when she twisted her spine and shoulders to meet him the same way. She was in too much of a haze to worry whether he’d get a taste of Rado’s blood on her lips. It didn’t slow him, either way.