by Willa Okati
Why was he so shocked? He couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it wasn’t so much that they were fucking. It was how they were fucking. Wild and lusty. Uncontrolled. Untamed. Inhuman. Like animals. Was that what got to him? He didn’t think he could tell for sure.
All unnoticed, he stood and he stared, feeling his cock get harder by the minute.
Aydn might not have completely lied to him. The cellar chamber, broad and spacious, had a table underneath a warmly glowing light. The wood was covered with papers and opened books, but they barely looked to have been touched. A trail of clothes led away from that piece to where two mattresses had been cast onto the floor. Where the vampires were… busy.
Three killers. One man, two women. Aydn, and his lovers. One woman had a cascade of dark curls that shone red when she moved just so to catch the light. Tall and built like a warrior princess, she looked like she could snap a man in half and laugh as he died. The other woman was small and wiry with wispy blond hair and tattoos -- probably still young. A free spirit who’d been changed when she had just crossed over into adulthood.
And Aydn. Gorgeous Aydn, with his tousled dark blond hair and his face that would make blind men weep. He looked as well-muscled and tightly drawn out of his clothing as he did when it had barely covered him in the entryway.
All three were naked, gleaming with sweat and the stickiness of sex. Joined at hip and ass and mouth, their hands everywhere that hands could be. Aydn in the middle of them, the women looking like they couldn’t get enough of what he had to offer.
His cock shone as it pulled in and out of the dark woman’s pussy. He threw his head back and laughed, snapping at the blonde who gnawed at his shoulder. “Yes, you’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you?” he demanded in a low growl. “Just you wait. You’ll get your turn.” He slammed home into the warrior woman. “Soon as I’m done with her. Until then, drink. My blood is good and pure and strong. Feed on me and soon I’ll drink out of you…”
Gods. Darien couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Without thinking, he ducked back behind the staircase wall and leaned against it, his heart pounding with such speed and harshness that he thought it would pop through his tunic.
He couldn’t get the sight out of his mind. Aydn -- that fallen angel -- dancing on a pyre of cotton bed sheets with two gorgeous women. Fucking them. Being fucked.
Studying. Teaching. Lessons on how to read.
How stupid could he have been to have fallen asleep when he’d known, deep down, that Aydn was lying?
Darien knew he should just have turned and walked away. Pretend he didn’t see any of what was going on. They weren’t feeding from a human or weren’t being -- he swallowed hard -- violent. He had no right to stop them from rutting. There was no telling what they might have planned to do, but he thought, from his brief conversation with Aydn, they wouldn’t try to break out. Couldn’t, with their collars keeping them inside the perimeter. Wouldn’t, until their own keepers came to collect them.
Wait. Were the women wearing “tamed” necklaces? Darien risked another peep, then cursed under his breath. They weren’t! Nothing bounced between their high, proud breasts. No wonder they’d been able to get in without his buzzing the gate. Free vampires, roaming around.
That would have been a reason to break it up. Darien knew he should have. But he couldn’t… stop… watching…
Holy fuck, what a sight. The dark-haired woman had moved to her knees and had her thighs stretched wide. Her head was tilted back and her mouth open, as if, were she still able to breathe, she’d have been panting for air. Burrowed between her legs, Aydn licked her pussy from clit to channel. Eager, ravenous swipes of his tongue. Way too rough for a normal woman, but this female vampire took it and loved it. She loosed eerie cries, her voice echoing off the cellar walls in a cacophony of ecstasy.
In turn, Aydn’s own naked cock was being hungrily devoured by the rougher, tattooed woman. She kneaded his thighs as she sucked so hard her cheeks were concave. Her eagerly working hands were decorated with studded jewelry that flashed in the light and her eyes, wide open, were so incredibly blue that Darien could see their color from where he stood, his own cock pulsing with something he was afraid to name.
Dark-hair all but glowed with a high, unholy light, her fingers curling into fists on her thighs. Close, so close to the moment of glory. Darien could tell. He’d heard… with others… seen it, felt it, done it, even if she was a woman. He knew the expression on her face as if he were the one fucking her. Eating her cunt as if she were the best tasting thing on the planet.
The tattooed woman’s sucking was getting more erratic, desperate now in the rough way she lapped and sucked. Probably because her fingers were plunging in and out of her own pussy, thrusting hard with brief pauses to thumb her clit. She had to be so close herself.
And Aydn… he rose above both of them, his strong hands first fisting in the quilt they’d thrown over their mattresses, then caressing the dark woman’s full breasts, then rubbing fiercely at her thighs. He bucked forward into the blonde’s mouth, his thrusts once controlled but now growing wild.
Together, all three were making enough racket to -- well -- wake the dead, even though they followed each burst of laughter or scream with a “ssh!” noise. The female bent lithely at the waist and sank her teeth into Aydn’s unbloodied shoulder. He threw his head back and moaned, voice rough and raw.
“Yes… yes… do it… harder… suck!” Aydn ordered both. He undulated between them, shining in the light. A dark, evil glow, but one that would make anyone weep to see him. “And hush!”
Darien knew then. Knew this was something he shouldn’t have allowed. Not that Aydn would have stopped even if he had known Darien was watching. Aydn went at sex like it was his last chance ever. As he fucked with his mouth and had his cock sucked, all three began to moan and writhe, their voices melding together in a lustful plainsong.
Underneath it all, Darien could hear Aydn’s softer voice whispering dark and dirty things. Goading the blonde on even as he licked thirstily at the brunette’s pussy.
That voice, more than the others -- because it was male, besides being made up of pure liquid sex and lust -- went straight to Darien’s throbbing cock. He swallowed hard as he finally admitted something to himself. Though he hated himself for it, he wanted that boy. Wanted to shove the others off him, pull those leanly muscled legs up and bury himself balls-deep. To the seven hells with consequences!
Understanding himself, he began to shake from lust and fear. This was wrong. So very, very wrong.
So why did he want it so badly he was just -- this far -- from taking it?
Double-stimulated, the tattooed woman came first. She bucked forward onto her own humping fingers, then thrust forward hard and sucked one last time on Aydn’s cock before she was lost to climax. Thrashing and moaning in what looked like the best orgasm any person, male or female, could ever have had. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five.
How much younger was she than Aydn? Aydn, whose long fingers still held the warrior woman firm by the hips, pumping his tongue in and out. Cords in his neck stretched tight with the effort of making it last just a little bit longer.
“Keep going!” he drew back to order the blonde. “Don’t you dare stop. I’ll drain you if you stop!”
“Drain me,” the dark woman snarled, grabbing Aydn by the hair. He growled at her then, as the blonde got a harder suction on his cock, went back to tormenting her pussy with sweet pain and pleasure. She thrashed as Aydn plunged his tongue in and out again and again.
Maybe it was the sight or the sound or the smell of sex, but she gave it up next, arching her back and letting out an almost-silent yell. She shook and spasmed, grabbing Aydn to steady herself and dig in her long fingernails, raking scratches down his back.
And Aydn… he didn’t stop fucking her with his tongue, though he was shaking from head to foot with the effort of holding off his climax.
Darien couldn’
t help it. He reached down to cup himself, squeezing just once. Watching the other two come almost pushed him over the edge. He thought seeing Aydn give it up was going to lay him out dead. What the hells? He might as well go a happy man.
His eyes were fixed on Aydn. The vampire had so much stamina! Oh, he was a vicious creature. Eating the woman out not for her pleasure, but for his own. He knew exactly what he was doing, ruthlessly using his mouth. If he wasn’t careful, he’d drive them both over the brink into a second orgasm before he came himself, and then Darien…
Darien’s throat was one big knot. He was breathing out loud, not able to help it. His hand stroked at his cock. His jeans were wet, a big spot seeping straight through with more pre-come than he’d spurted in what felt like years.
As he stared, the tattooed woman moaned in a loud wail, higher and shriller than before, shuddering a second time. Darien swore to himself. Oh, hells. Oh, hells, hells, hells. He couldn’t watch the show a second time. Too much torture was too much, no matter how sweet.
Before Darien could think or stop himself, he bolted back out in clear sight, stomping his feet hard enough to disturb anything, and threw out a hand. The voice he used to control vampires caught in the bloodlust of a feeding frenzy boomed out loud and proud. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
The women sprang apart as if they and the bed were on fire, their mouths agape. Darien didn’t know if Aydn told them he was here instead of Yanof or not, but they surely hadn’t been expecting him to interrupt their fun. Quick, frantic glances to and fro told him of their shock and dismay at being caught. Their guilty expressions said they were expecting punishment.
Darien didn’t disappoint. “Get your Gods-damned clothes on,” he barked, “and get your asses out of here before I call the rest of the City Guard!”
The blonde flickered a desperate glance up at Aydn, who’d sprawled back on his arms lazily as if he hadn’t been interrupted mid-fuck. His cock stood up tall and defiant, mocking Darien with its length and girth. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked.
“Aydn, don’t,” the blonde murmured urgently, laying a hand on his thigh. She licked her lips. “If he’s serious about the City Guard -- is he a Guard, himself?”
“He won’t tell a soul.” Aydn pulled away from her, sprawling down on his back, resting on his elbows. He grinned at Darien, taunting him with the smile as much as with his erection. “I see you’ve been having fun yourself, even if you did have to interrupt mine. So, the women have to go. What about me? Do I go as well?”
Darien squeezed his hand into so tight a fist that his short nails nearly broke through the skin of his palm. “No,” he rasped. “You stay, you know you stay, and we have a talk.”
Aydn stared at Darien for a long moment. Darien didn’t believe for a second that the vampire was actually intimidated. No. Aydn could never be cowed, “tame” or not. His gaze was measuring. Probably noticing how Darien’s eyes kept straying away from the female vampires to himself and his magnificent cock.
Finally, he nodded. “Ladies.” Aydn nudged lightly at them. “Do as he says for now. Get your clothes and go back to your homes. We’ll meet again sometime soon.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” Darien was pissed by then, not really knowing why. Well, of course he should have been angry at the bloodsucker orgy, but for some reason that wasn’t it. He stomped down the stairs, not caring that his trousers were wet or that he had an obvious monolith of a hard-on. “You two wenches. Out. Now!”
The women looked at him, then each other, and came to an obvious agreement. They made a mad scramble for clothes, flashing him with the high swell of breasts and glimpses of shapely asses and damp pussies. Swollen lips, puffed out from kissing. They licked juices off their mouths, poking pink tongues through their fangs. Dressing so quickly they made mistake after mistake, they kept glancing at Darien. They were afraid of him. Damned right they should have been!
All the while, Darien stood with his arms folded over his chest, watching them with the same hard stare he’d use to glare down a captive. All of them, each one of the three. The women were afraid. But Aydn… didn’t move. He only lay there, purple-hard and soaked with sexual juices, watching his -- friends? -- throw on their dresses.
Darien stood there, rock-hard, while they scurried past him, scrambling out a door at the far end of the cellar. Presumably out into the night. Maybe they’d have worked up an appetite, and they’d find someone to attack for a meal on their way back to wherever they -- lived.
Darien found he didn’t care. If they did go on a rampage, the City Guard would stop them. That was what they had been trained for. What they did. Let his brothers in the workforce handle the two women. He had his own vampire to deal with. Taunting, annoying, sexy as hell, and oh, yes, he’d show Aydn a thing or two about being a cock-tease.
Part of Darien still didn’t know what he was doing, or why, as he approached the bed and Aydn, lying there in all his insolence. He managed to temper his roaring arousal long enough to stare down at the vampire from his greater height, eyes narrow and accusing. “Do you want to tell me what that was all about?”
Aydn lowered his eyes, laughing at Darien. “You couldn’t tell?” He sniffed the air. “It smells to me as if you did.” His glance flickered up. “Looks like it too.”
Darien’s jaw tightened. “I know what it looked like.”
“I’m fairly sure your guess would be right.”
Something was building inside Darien’s chest. Something tight and hot that wanted to burst free. “You -- you --” he stumbled. “How can you pretend to be tame? You take what you want, just as much as all the wild ones. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d figured out a way to take off that necklace and go hunting. If I kissed you, would I taste human blood in your mouth? I -- oh -- shit!”
Aydn laughed at him. Darien raked a hand through his hair. “You’re a vicious bastard,” he snarled. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he asked as the pieces clicked together. “You knew from the moment you looked at me that I wanted you.”
“How could anyone not?” Aydn leaned up again. “What are you going to do about it?” His hand stole down to stroke his slick cock. “I’m not a very well-behaved prisoner, am I?” He rubbed his thumb across the tip and captured a drop of clear pre-come. Watched it sparkle in the light. “Do you propose to punish me?”
That hit Darien like a barrel of bricks in the chest. But not for long. Oh, god, oh, hells, oh, fuck, this was insanity, but that face and those eyes and that rasping sex voice and his cock that was so dark and hard, begging for attention --
“Do you think I should punish you?” he managed to demand. “Treat you like the monster you are? A vampire who’s slipped the leash?”
Aydn gave a tiny shrug. “If you were an efficient guard, you would make sure I kept the rules. I’m sure my sister drew up a list. You wouldn’t have fallen asleep, and you would see that I’m rebuked for breaking those rules.” He grinned, a small, glittering smile. “Wouldn’t you?”
He spread his bare legs slowly. “I’m already in the cellar. You can’t banish me to the deeps -- I’m already there. And I’m already on house arrest, aren’t I?” he mocked. “No worries though. I’d much rather stay here.” He slyly glanced up through thick lashes. “You could spank me.”
Darien gave a full-body shudder. His palms tingled. “You want that?”
“It’s not up to me.” Aydn pretended to pout. “You’re the one who gets to choose.”
Darien drew closer then, close enough to reach out and touch. Kiss. Grope. His body was on fire and his cock pounding with his pulse-beat. It was insane. But all the same, his fingers reached for the laces to his trousers. “Then lie right where you are,” he said hoarsely. “You need to be taught a lesson. There’s just one I can think of right now.”
His prick fell out into his hand, heavy and thick and dark, aching and wet. “An eye for an eye.”
Aydn sh
uddered, hard. But his voice was still calm and mocking as he murmured, “All right. Master.”
And oh, Gods, Darien knew there was no fucking time to waste because if he didn’t get inside that lithe vampire’s body he was going to come all over himself like a horny teenager.
“Spread yourself for me,” Darien directed roughly, shoving his pants down around his ankles and kicking them off impatiently. “Wide. Wide open for me.”
He stared as Aydn moved. Holy hell, the vampire had to have been double-jointed. Limber arms moved, hands grasped beneath knees, and his thighs were lifted to press against his stomach. His hole, stretched and slick -- had the bastard gone and prepared himself? -- not yet fucked, not yet -- drove Darien forward. Had to get in. Had to.
Darien strode forward and dropped down onto the mattresses. He crawled up the quilt, rushed but still knowing how hot this must have looked, how hard it made him. He kept moving until the blunt head of his cock was just brushing Aydn’s hole. “Vicious beast,” he rasped, pushing, unable to wait any longer. “I’ll punish you good…”
Aydn arched beneath him. Vacuum pressure sucked Darien’s cock inside, soft walls -- tight, so tight -- all squeezing muscles. Aydn whispered, seductive as a whore, “Yes, Master.”
No time for thought then. He couldn’t think about how this was just a monster, for Christ’s sake, just another killer, and how he was a City Guardsman who could go to his own fucking jail for what he was about to do. All he knew was the feeling of his cock shoving deep inside Aydn and that python-like grip around his member.
At some point, arms came up to tug him deeper, pull him closer. He discovered he had leaned down and begun kissing blindly, his lips marking a trail of blunt bites up Aydn’s bare chest and neck until they met a sweet mouth that tasted like dark chocolate. He moaned and let his tongue dive in deeply, sucking up Aydn’s essence, breaking off for gasps of “Monster, the way you tempted me, I should punish you all night long, Gods --” and answering groans of “Gods, yes, Master. Fuck me harder, hells, Master, fuck me, more, more. Right there, right there, right there… oh!”