Damn, I loved this!
He stroked himself faster, massaging his balls. “Yeah, Vlad. Cram your hand in her ass. Fuck her raw.” His growl excited me even more. He was a wild one. “You see this vamp meat? You’re going to get fucked with it so hard, it’ll split you in two. And when you bleed --” His hand moved faster and faster as he spoke. “-- I’ll drink from your fucked and bleeding cunt.”
A shiver ran through my body at that particular visual. I knew this was the reason some vampires sought out virgins, but when the other vampire in the background made a subtle step in front of him, I knew he wouldn’t act on that little fantasy even if he wanted to.
It took another thirty seconds, but the hung vamp pushed his hips forward, strained so much the veins stood out on his neck, and finally threw his head back and roared. A thick, powerful stream of cum shot from his dick and hit my face first, then my chest -- in between my breasts -- and finally my belly. “Son of a bitch!” He continued to stroke himself, squeezing cum from the tip of his dick with each stroke before kneeling down and forcing as much of himself down my throat as he could.
I gagged a couple of times, but finally relaxed my muscles enough to take him. He fucked my mouth until I felt him start to get hard again. Dampness seeped from my mouth from the hard pounding he was giving me, but it only added to my excitement.
I loved dirty sex with a passion!
“Fucking bitch. Fucking slut!” Vlad plunged his cock back into my pussy, his dick swelling in his excitement. I knew he was close to coming, so I added the only stimulation to him I could. I clamped down on his dick with my inner muscles. “Oh, yeah!” His shout drowned the moans and grunts and dirty comments of the other men in the room as he pulled out and pumped a load of cum onto my upturned ass and pussy.
“Hot little human, isn’t she?” Daemon raised his head. Blood gushed from my neck, but he licked the gash he’d torn when he punctured my vein, which sealed the laceration. The other two did the same.
The last vampire, who had yet to touch me, crouched between my legs and bit my swollen clit sharply before sucking it into his mouth and plunging four of his fingers into my pussy. Once again, I was being filled to the brim with the richness of him.
Yeah, that was lame. But at this point, I couldn’t think straight for needing to come. I kept my sanity by counting backwards from one hundred, making up little haiku poems. Anything to do what Daemon demanded and not come.
You see how desperate I was?
It wasn’t long before vamp-sucks-good-clit let my little nub pop out of his mouth. When he stood up, I got the shock of my life.
Two! He had two dicks! One right below the other and slightly smaller in both girth and length. I couldn’t keep the gasp from falling from my lips.
“Well, finally. A surprise for my little fuck toy.” Daemon looked and sounded terribly pleased with himself. “I take it you didn’t know vampires came from other worlds.” Fucking prick. But at this moment, I loved him for it.
“I bet I can make her come with both these crammed up inside her.” The vamp about to fuck both my holes had a tube of lubricant with which he liberally greased himself. Err, both of himself. He was right, unfortunately. I was so close to coming already. This was sure to push me over the edge. In a big way. “Untie her.” That surprised me. “I want those human claws of hers digging into my back when I take her.”
The ties were released, and my legs were dead weight. I’d been in the cramped position for so long it was hard to get moving again. The vamp smacked the side of my right thigh smartly and chuckled when I yelped.
“On your hands and knees, whore.”
“Can I get some circulation back in my legs first? I’m not sure I can stay upright if I don’t.”
“I only need your ass in the air long enough to cram myself inside you. After that, I could really care less if you’re on your knees or flat on your belly. I’ll be fucking you either way.”
I did as he instructed, my legs trembling -- both with excitement and weakness. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and kneaded as he muttered, “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”
Behind me, I heard Daemon speaking softly. “If you really hurt her, Sven, I’ll kill you right here.”
“I thought you wanted her hurt, Daemon. Isn’t that why you brought us here?”
One of the others chuckled. “Well, he did, but you know what a softie Daemon is when it comes to this little wench. More likely, he did this to give her her fantasies without seeming like he was giving in.”
Shock rolled through me. Well, I’ll be goddamned!
“Daemon?” I looked over my shoulder to see a furious Daemon glaring at the impertinent vamp.
“You’d do well to not listen to lesser vampires, Ariel. They seldom know the minds of their superiors.”
Shock still rolled through me when I felt Sven enter me. First his larger, primary cock slid snugly into my ass, making me groan. Then I felt the smaller secondary cock probe my pussy before sliding in easily. He retreated only to plunge home once more, and this time I felt his flesh against my naked ass.
“Hot and tight. Just how I like ’em.”
Hot and tight was right. I was full to bursting! There was absolutely no fucking way I was going to be able to hold off coming for long.
My forearms were on the floor, taking most of my weight, and my ass was high in the air, taking all of Sven’s cocks. What more could a girl ask for? I squeezed my inner muscles, and I thought Sven was going to explode right there.
“Goddammit! Ahh!” He slapped my ass three times in succession before brutally pounding himself into me. “Fucking slut! Squeeze me again!” Which I happily obliged. Again, he smacked my ass cheek. This time, it smarted, but he didn’t let up. I knew my ass was probably glowing from his swats, but I didn’t care.
I loved every second of it.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Daemon was in front of me. He grabbed me by my hair and tugged my head up to look at him. “Are you ready?”
“I -- ready for what?”
“You said in that video you wanted to be so crammed full of cock, you almost split in two. Are you ready to be stuffed that full?”
“Oh, sweet Light, yes!” I was so aroused, I couldn’t keep up the bad girl pretense. I needed him. I needed Daemon. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I was sure I would enjoy it.
“Then suck my dick.”
Chapter Three
He got to his knees, then sat back on his heels and pulled my head to his engorged erection. I sucked him for all I was worth, gagging myself several times and letting the resulting saliva run down my chin. When he groaned and gripped my hair tighter, I pulled back and spat at his cock.
“Sonofabitch!” Daemon croaked. “Deep throat me again before I fuck you.”
I’ve never been one to disappoint.
His cock was thick and long, but somehow I managed to take him to the balls, though it felt like I was going to suffocate. When I gagged, he held me fast, not letting me up until I gagged a second time, even harder.
“Now you’re going to get what you asked for.”
Daemon slid underneath me, supporting my weight on his torso, his cock trapped between my body and his. I gasped. Where else was there for him to go? I was already almost unbearably full as it was.
“I’d grease myself, but I think there’s enough lube and your own juices as it is. Besides, I want it to burn a little.” His grin was positively wicked.
When I felt the probe of his cock at my already stuffed pussy, my eyes bulged. “You can’t be serious?”
“Deadly, my dear. Deadly.”
When Sven pulled out to the head, Daemon positioned himself at my cunt and slid in with Sven in one slow, smooth motion.
“Fuck! That hurts, Daemon!” I struggled a moment before Daemon reached behind me and smacked my already burning ass. Hard.
“Focus on me!” His growl was filled with sexual hunger. The pale blue veins stood out on his neck, a
nd sweat dotted his face. “Push out against us and let us in.”
I took a few deep breaths, and did as he said. After all, if I could take all his fingers, I could manage a couple of cocks.
Sure enough, after a couple of thrusts, they were both working inside me steadily. The sensation was incredible! They moved independently of each other, sliding out only to return. Daemon worked me slowly, while Sven pounded rapidly, sawing both of his cocks into my ass and cunt.
Both men were breathing deep and hard, but neither showed signs of coming just yet. I screamed for two reasons. Yes, it burned, and I might have screamed anyway -- just for effect -- but I needed to come in the worst way. Every time I tried to grind myself into Daemon’s pubic bone, he pushed me away a fraction of an inch because he knew what I was trying to do.
“Oh, no, my little wench. I have one more surprise for you.”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure I could take any more surprises at this point.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he fisted a hand in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, lapping and nipping the inside of my mouth, my tongue, and my lips. Both men kept plunging into me with equal urgency, though Sven’s strokes were more erratic and desperate. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Sven pulled out, gave a great shout, and spilled his seed all over my back and ass.
“Fucking hell!” Droplets of sweat fell from Sven’s skin to my back and mingled with his cum. I felt sticky, sore, and frustrated. This was fun, but it wasn’t what I wanted anymore. I wasn’t exactly sure what I did want, but it wasn’t this.
Daemon rolled me over, hooked my legs around his hips. With a driving force I’d never felt from him, he plunged into my cunt over and over. He looked directly into my eyes, not letting me look away from him. I’d never seen him like this. I loved it, but it was scary in a way. If he really had written me off, as he said he had, this man could really, seriously hurt me. He was not only physically capable of it, but as a vampire, he thrived on the violence. I knew all this and thought I wanted this man on the verge of out of control. “On the verge” was all I wanted. I didn’t want him so mad at me he took it farther than I was able to go.
I was surprised to hear my own whimper and bit my lip to prevent any other sound of weakness. Immediately his pounding lessened. His gaze was still hard and almost violent in its intensity, but he seemed to understand my distress. The only question was, how would he act on it?
He still thrust into me vigorously, but with less ferocity than before. The rigid control he’d so often exhibited was back in place, though not as firmly as usual. Sweat beaded on his brow, and I could tell his holding back was taking more effort than normal. He was as turned on as I was, yet still seemed to have my comfort foremost in his mind. It surprised the hell out of me, but I couldn’t help but smile. To which he growled viciously.
It didn’t take long before his breathing became erratic and his strokes shorter and faster. With a great shout, Daemon came deep inside me. I wanted to come also, but he reached between us as I was about to explode and shielded my clit from contact with his body.
If I could have moved, I’d have cheerfully killed him. His weight on top of me prevented much movement, but I did yank a handful of silky hair in my frustration.
“Wench.”
“Asshole. Why did you do that?”
“I told you,” he growled softly. “You will not come until I tell you.”
All the men around us were grunting and making raucous comments, stroking themselves and obviously expecting there was more to come. This had been great -- exactly what I’d wanted -- but I was to the point I wasn’t sure I cared if I came. I just wanted a bath and to curl up and go to sleep. I had no doubt my relationship with Daemon would continue, I just didn’t know in what capacity.
“Get out!” Daemon roared at everyone. He was still firmly imbedded in my cunt with no obvious plans to leave. He pulled my body off the floor -- my legs still wrapped around his waist. Thank God, because I wasn’t sure I had the strength to support myself. My legs were heavy from the cramped positioning for so long. My inner thighs were beginning to really ache and were so weak I was sure I couldn’t walk had he expected me to.
“But you said…”
“Never mind what I said! I’m telling you now to get the fuck out!” Had I been a bit braver, I would have giggled. My big vampire wasn’t as much a bad guy as he wanted me to believe.
He showed his raw strength by standing with my dead weight wrapped around him. Several long strides later, he carried me into a dimly lit room off the main room in this cave. He turned and uttered an incantation at the door before continuing. He did that at least a dozen times through as many different rooms deeper and deeper into the cave.
Then it hit me. This was his sanctuary. His sanctuary! Vampires did not let just anyone into any part of their sanctuary and no one this deep unless they planned to mate with them… or kill them. That told me that he trusted every supernatural creature here tonight with his life. So what did that say about me? At this point, I wasn’t sure what to hope for. I was so physically drained and emotionally confused I just wanted to sleep and give my poor brain a rest.
Daemon didn’t say a word. He was still buried to the hilt inside me, but I could feel him softening. It was a very personal sensation that somehow seemed more intimate than anything we’d ever shared. His arms held me close and I fancied it was more than simply carrying me from room to room to where he wanted me. From the moment I’d agreed to the sexual arrangement we had with each other, I’d wanted more from Daemon. He dominated my fantasies, and I’d not taken any other lovers until I taped myself with Wolfe. Even then, my heart wasn’t in it and I’d not orgasmed, no matter what I’d said on the DVD. That belonged to Daemon. Only to Daemon.
I wanted to look at him, to see his eyes and know what he was thinking. Daemon had never been able to hide his true feelings from me. All I had to do was look into his eyes and he was an open book. Of course, he could probably say the same thing about me. He had one arm tightly around my waist, the other at my back, and when I tried to lift my head to look into his eyes, the hand at my back moved to my head to force it back to his shoulder. Apparently he wasn’t ready for me to know his heart just yet.
He didn’t let me raise my head until we reached a pool of steaming water. The room was pleasantly humid and just breathing in the vapors seemed to take some of the soreness from my body.
Daemon stepped into the pool and sank us slowly until the water lapped at his waist. He eased to the other side where I could see a rock ledge. He sat, submerging himself to the chest, me to just past my waist. I unwrapped my legs from his body to brace my weight on my knees. He still didn’t let me go or even relax his hold on me, and for a while we simply sat there. He occasionally stroked my back, but otherwise the only movement was our gentle breathing. His cock never softened enough to slip from my body on its own.
I was just about to doze off when Daemon lifted me gently to the side of the pool out of the water. Still he didn’t look at me, only took a nearby cloth and some cleansing gel, parted my legs gently, and wiped the remaining lube and semen from between them.
Once it was done to his satisfaction, he pulled me back into the pool with him. I sat across his lap, and he wrapped his arms around my body to pull me close to him. He sat back against the wall of the pool then, cuddling me into his chest with my head lying on his shoulder. I gave one involuntary, contented sigh before I closed my eyes and let the darkness wash over me.
Chapter Four
I awoke to the sweetest sensation of Daemon kissing and nuzzling my neck and throat. My head had fallen back across his arm, exposing my neck to him as I would normally never have done. He’s a vampire, remember? The last thing I would ever have done was give him access to that particular portion of my anatomy.
Now, it didn’t bother me. I simply opened my eyes lazily and stretched. I wrapped an arm around him and held him lightly to me. He
rumbled a lazy approval before latching onto me with more vigor. He nipped my neck lightly -- probably to see how I’d react -- before laving the slight sting with his tongue to soothe the ache in the most delicious way.
“We need to talk, Ariel.”
I sighed. I just knew this contentment couldn’t last for long. I also knew he was right.
“I know. I was just enjoying the aftermath.” I winced when I shifted. I was already sore with every move of my thighs. It felt like I’d been too long in the saddle. Which, I guess, I had been. Kinda.
“I can see that.” His deep rumbling voice filled me with warmth even more than the comforting water. It amazed me how he could be the rough, aggressive vampire, yet return so swiftly to the caring, gentle man I fell in love with. What is it they say about the grass being greener? Or was it the ass being sweeter. I could never remember.
“Look.” He shifted his hold on me to allow my legs to spread a bit so they didn’t hurt so badly. “I enjoyed myself, I won’t lie. It was a relief to finally let loose my baser sexual nature, but I can’t do that again.” I opened my mouth, to tell him he didn’t have to, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. “All the vampires and other creatures there tonight were men I trust with my life, but even they might have done more damage than pleasure to you had I not been there to control them.” He looked away from me then, looking exceedingly uncomfortable. “Besides that, I didn’t like them touching you as much as I thought I might.”
“It’s OK, Daemon…” I started but again, he laid a finger to my lips and shook his head.
“Later. Right now, I need to undo some of the damage done to you tonight.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“I said, later.”
He lifted me and stood, rising out of the water again. He carried me to a small table lined with a cotton-covered pad and a sheet and comforter folded neatly at the foot. He stood me beside it and dried me carefully before urging me to lie down. He placed a soft pillow under my head and knees and walked around me.
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