The Beast In The Castle

by Daniella Wright

  “This can’t be happening.” I blurt, feeling as if I’m in some sort of haze.

  “We can stop.” Chester offers, and Lucky nods his agreement. I hesitate for a moment, gently pushing Lucky away. His expression drops, but as I press him onto his back and shift onto his hips, his eyes brighten once more. He throbs against my thigh, and I grin cheekily, grinding against him slightly.

  “Why don’t you let Chester and I do most of the work? What… with your injury?” I implore, resting my hand gently on his chest.

  “Only if Chester is okay with it.” Lucky murmurs, tensing his hands in the blanket beneath him. Chester offers his friend a smile, and much to my surprise, leans in to kiss Lucky on the forehead.

  “Just as long as you know I’m not touching your junk.” Chester grins slyly. Lucky barks out a laugh, wincing in spite of himself. I shush him gently, and Chester moves to lift me up, just enough to slip my jeans and underwear down off my hips. I lower myself onto Lucky once more, his length nestled between my outer lips but not yet penetrating me. I rub up and down his length, my own moisture collecting along his manhood. As I’m rocking against him. Chester takes the opportunity to tweak and tease my nipples. I shift my hand between my legs, adjusting Lucky’s thick manhood to press against my aching entrance. He shudders, whispering my name as if it were some sort of prayer. I quirk my lips in a smile, lowering myself on top of him. He fills me much like Chester had, spreading me further than I thought I could take. I lean forward, groaning as I tense my hands on top of his chest. For the moment, I feel stuck, as if moving will tear me apart. However, Chester grabs me by the hips, and I feel his manhood pressing against the cleft of my rear. He doesn’t enter me from behind (thankfully), but he sits directly behind me, with his erection pressed against his own belly. He lifts me up, groaning both from the exertion and the sensations on his own length, before lowering me upon Lucky again. Lucky tenses his hands atop Chester’s, and the two guide me in pleasing the injured man, rocking me up and down along the length of his manhood. As the three of us rock in synchronized motion, it feels as if the world is slowing all around us. Lucky tenses beneath me, gritting his teeth as he reaches his peak. I clench around him, crying out in ecstasy as he fills me. Chester pauses his ministrations, throbbing against my back as he begins to massage my breasts, trying to get as much out of me as he is able. A few short moments later, I fall back against him, taking his hands in my own and kissing his palms.

  “Give me a minute to recover…” I murmur sleepily. He grins, pressing me against his chest before flopping to the floor beside Lucky. I reach out to grasp Lucky’s hand, and the two men consider each other before Chester throws an arm over my side to rest on Lucky’s hip. Lucky is obviously spent, and truth be told, so am I. I hate the thought of leaving Chester hanging, however, so I sit up again, fixing my eyes upon his throbbing length. Though he looks entirely prepared to take care of the issue himself, I edge closer to him, slipping away from Lucky’s side and giving the dark haired man a bit of a show as I wiggle my rear. I raise up on my knees, resting my hands on Chester’s shoulders and drawing him in closer, our tongues tangling in a battle for dominance. If I had thought Lucky was spent, I was mistaken, as I can see him out of the corner of my eye, sitting up and slowly rubbing his hand up and down his length. I wink at him, gesturing him to scoot closer to the action. Lucky and Chester exchange uncertain looks, and I can’t help but giggle. “It’s not like I’m going to make you two make out.” I blurt, and Chester laughs at Lucky’s stricken expression.

  “I thought we discussed no junk touching between brothers.” Lucky bleats, and Chester grins, making a grabbing motion with his hand. Lucky whines, but his whines seem to abate as I wrap one of my hands around him. I look towards Chester, and he grins, lacing his fingers with my other hand and wrapping it around his own length. The men’s groaning is nearly simultaneous as I slide my hands up and down each of them, teasing Lucky to rigid attention again and drawing Chester nearly to the edge. I increase the pace for Chester, allowing the hand dedicated to Lucky to remain resting at the base of his manhood. Chester’s moans grow ever louder, and his toes curl cutely, as they had when we were alone. Lucky and I exchange a glance, and though Lucky is obviously flushed, he seems to take note of the toe curling as well. We grin, and he brings his own hand to himself once more, allowing me to take both of my hands to work Chester’s exceedingly long member. Chester vaguely chokes out something about cross-contamination, but I can only roll my eyes and giggle as he slowly loses himself to the sensations. I pump at him furiously, desperate to milk him for every drop of his precious essence. He seems reluctant to give in, however, grabbing my hands to stop them.

  “Finish with your mouth.” He implores, and Lucky wheezes a laugh. I should be disgusted or irritated, but it’s not as if the taste of them particularly bothers me. I lean in, taking Chester between my lips and adjusting my stance. I feel a pair of hands rest on my hips, and I’m more than faintly aware of Lucky lining up with my entrance once more. I position myself to offer him better access while worshiping Chester’s phenomenal rod, sucking my cheeks in as I take in more and more of him. Lucky presses against me teasingly, and my insides twitch in anticipation. The sensation of him throbbing against me is enough to nearly drive me wild, but I want more… no, need more. I release Chester with a pop, glancing over my shoulder to the man positioned at my rear. He grins cheekily, and I can’t help but huff at the audacity.

  “Oh, I was just waiting my turn. Didn’t know if a double team was your thing…” Lucky murmurs, eyes flashing deviously. The sheer depravity of what he is implying strikes me to my core, and I lock eyes with him, spreading my knees further and pressing back against him.

  "Do your worst," I say daringly, and he presses against my entrance, slowly pressing inside.

  "Don't forget about me," Chester says in a strangled voice, and from the looks of it, he's about ready to explode. He rests a hand on the back of my head, drawing up on his knees so that the position I'm in could not get any lower. The men exchange a cheeky grin, and Lucky thrusts forcefully into my, pressing me forward to take more of Chester's manhood into my mouth. Chester seems to almost take this as a dare, thrusting deep into my mouth. I open my throat to take in more of him, feeling my insides being worked from behind by Lucky. They go back and forth like this for a few moments, and I'm almost certain that there's a certain thrill behind challenging each other, even in this situation. They seem to be testing who can hold out the longest, and I feel myself being rocked back and forth between them like I am little more than a toy. However, unlike a toy, I can entirely revel in the sensations of being used. My womanhood throbs with each thrust, and though my mouth is growing sore, I'm eager to taste Chester's essence. I know it's unfair, but I wrap a hand around the middle of Chester's length, and he nearly doubles over from the sensations. After each thrust forward, Lucky grabs me by the hips to jerk me back, as if we're in on this together. I time the motions of my hand with the back and forth of Lucky's thrusts, and it seems Chester is nearly too spent to make an attempt to challenge either of us. Before he has a chance to come to his senses and retaliate, Lucky begins to fervently push in and out of me, pulling me towards him with each thrust. I feel filled to the brim, as if I can take no more, when Chester begins to spill his load. It fills my mouth and I have to swallow quickly to keep it from oozing out around my lips.

  “Ha. I win.” Lucky grins, winking at the spent Chester who simply offers him a thumbs up in turn. Then, it seems all bets are off, and Lucky wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him as he sits back. He reaches up to grope at my breasts as I bounce up and down on top of him, feeling myself growing close to the edge again. I’m uncertain how much more I can take, but when he hits just the right angle and presses against a particularly sensitive spot, I can’t hold in my scream. I clench around him, and he groans gutturally, spilling his seed deep within me. I gasp for breath, sagging against Lucky. He wraps his arms around me, and
Chester crawls over to us, offering me a weary yet wicked look.

  “One more, Lucky duck?” He inquires softly. Lucky tilts his head, pulling his length free from my womanhood. His essence spills from me, and the last thing I’m expecting is Chester to lower his head to my mound. Lucky’s eyes widen as well, and before either of us can stop him, Chester is lavishing my aching peak with attention. I squeal, feeling all too sensitive to the assault. The sensations are almost painful in the severity of their pleasure, and I wrap my arms around Lucky’s neck as tears prick at my eyes. Lucky kisses my neck, and surprisingly, that’s all it takes to throw me off the edge a third and final time. I scream until I’m certain my voice will be hoarse the next day, and I can only hope my father didn’t hear me. I collapse back against Lucky, who seems unable to support my weight for the time being. He flops bonelessly beneath me, laughing in spite of the pain he’s obviously in from his wounds. I roll off of him, laying spread eagle on the barn floor. Chester examines the mingling fluids on his fingers before taking a tentative lick. Lucky makes a face before curling up beside me. This time, it seems all three of us are spent. Truly, entirely spent. Chester crawls over to us, examining the blood that has seeped through Lucky’s gauze. He frets over it for a moment, muttering about having to redress the wound, but Lucky merely rolls his eyes, pulling Chester down to lay on the other side of me. The three of us remain on our backs for a long moment, simply too tired to move. Slowly, however, as we regain the ability to move our limbs, we begin to edge close to each other once more.

  “That was…” Lucky begins, cut short by Chester.

  “Wow.” Chester blurts, curling up against my side. My body is tired, sore, aching, but I’ve never felt so fulfilled in my life. I knew sex Chester was good, and I knew sex with Lucky was good. But together? I never could have anticipated how world shattering it would be. I wrap my arms around Chester, who in turn wraps his arms around me and resumes resting his hand on Lucky’s hip. Lucky is firmly tucked against the back of me, and as I am shorter than both of them, they’re able to face each other head on.

  “You licked my stuff, man.” Lucky drawls, sounding vaguely disgusted.

  "Like you ain't ever licked it yourself." Chester retorts. The two bicker for a moment, and I wonder if I'll get any sleep with the two of them curled around me like this. "I get dibs on morning sex," Chester whispers naughtily. Lucky rumbles a disbelieving laugh, and I roll my eyes, allowing myself to relax entirely between the two men. As I feel myself drifting to sleep, I listen to the men I love murmur amongst themselves.

  “I guess I’ll have to find a pocketknife…” Lucky murmurs absently. Chester hums in curiosity, pressing a kiss to the side of my face as I exhale a warm chuckle.

  “A pocketknife?” He inquires uncertainly. Lucky tightens his grip on me, and our communication is silent but meaningful. I’m overcome with appreciation for both men, but more than anything, I’m happy that we can share all of our special places together. As a group. As one.

  "Yeah, a pocketknife," Lucky says simply, falling silent shortly after. His breathing evens out beside me, and I feel my own breathing evening out as a result. Though Chester has no idea what Lucky is talking about, I'm sure I have more than a faint idea. As far as Chester… well, he'll find out once we go back to that old tree tomorrow morning. I think there should be just enough room for another set of initials in that carved wooden heart.

  Double Fangs

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Erotic Vampire Menage

  “I moaned against Elroy as Quin stretched my insides, making me feel like he would rip right through me. Our first night together hadn’t made me realize just how big he really was. Soon enough, it was too much for me to handle. I couldn’t control the pleasure that surged within me. With Elroy hitting the back of my throat, I screamed out in ecstasy, my whole world painted in pleasure as I climbed over the edge. Seconds later, my lovers joined me…”

  I had never been a girly girl. With a sports bike and a commitment to kickboxing classes I took at the local gym, I was anything but. And that’s exactly how I liked it. I felt powerful during my gym sessions. I imagined a moment when I would need to use my kickboxing skills in self-defense. My attacker wouldn’t know what hit him. Maybe that’s why I kept coming back week after week. But then, everything changed once the new instructor turned out to be a vampire. Of course, I didn’t know that at first.

  I thought he was like any other smoking hot guy. He had a nice smile and an even better laugh. He was everything I wanted in a man so when he invited me to dinner, I simply couldn’t refuse. Little did I know I would be trapped in that house for quite a while. The world of vampires was a dangerous one and a single mistake could mean my death. In the end, would I make it out of the house alive or would Elroy, the vampire upstairs, change my whole life?

  Would I fall victim to his broodingly handsome good looks or would his seduction be the end of me?

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  Chapter 1

  Six thirty A.M. Most people my age would be fast asleep in their beds. Or they would be grumpily getting ready for work. I grinned, thinking about all my high school friends who were now stuck in a corporate job they hated. But not me. Maybe it was luck or maybe it was the perseverance to stay away from everything that I hated, but somehow, I had managed to make a successful life for myself. I was healthy, I had own business as well as a killer sports bike that was for all intents and purposes, my baby.

  I dismounted, letting my sneakers pound against the hot asphalt of the parking lot. As always, the lot was full. Fitness enthusiasts never seemed to sleep and they never seemed to leave the gym. Maybe I was one of them, but at least I made the effort to get a solid eight hours of sleep every night.

  I mean, my closet is filled with more active wear than anything else, but what can I say? It’s comfortable. I like tight-fitting stuff and leggings look good and make my butt look even better.

  As the early morning sun shone, I took off my helmet, letting my long, straight brown hair fall over my shoulders. I squinted against the sun, using my hand as a visor as I looked out at the road. Early morning traffic rushed by as commuters struggled to get to work on time.

  With my helmet under my arm, I hurried across the street once I had looked both ways. My backpack bounced against the small of my back. As I climbed the steps to the gym, a couple of girls carrying yoga mats giggled to themselves, drinking putrid green smoothies. They were kind enough to hold the door for me, but that didn’t mean I liked their fake smiles. Together, we descended to the basement level where all group classes were held. The blonde woman looked back and flashed a set of pearly white teeth that looked just as fake as her smile. “Are you doing the morning yoga class as well?” She inquired politely. By her side, her friend rolled her eyes. To her, it was obviously a waste of time to talk to me.

  “No,” I answered with a curt syllable. The woman’s smile only deepened as she moved her drink from one hand to the other.

  “Oh? I didn’t know there were any other classes held this early.”

  “There’s that horrible kickboxing class. I wish they wouldn’t grunt so loudly – it messes up my focus.” The friend mumbled under her breath with a small snicker before finishing off her smoothie.

  “I’ll try to be quiet.” I pointed my comment at the woman before I hurried past them. My elbow rammed into her body, knocking her sideways into the blonde. The two women looked appalled as I stepped into the kickboxing studio.

  Still irritated, I stomped to the cubbies and put away my helmet. I rummaged through my backpack, looking for a hair tie and my headband as I observed the crowd. All the regulars were here. Timmy with the lame left leg. Melissa the war veteran who had served in Afghanistan as a chopper pilot. James Malloy who was in his second year of sobriety. There were a few new faces, including the man who stood at the front of the class, where Mel James, our instructor, usually liked to stand.

  Putting my bag away, I watched a few timid newcomers bl
end into the rest, looking uneasy. With my headband in my mouth, I started to tie my hair into a ponytail. If I was any other girl, maybe I would have cared what my hair looked like. Maybe I would have used a mirror. I didn’t. To make sure no strands of hair flew into my face during the workout, I hurried to put my headband on before walking up to the new guy.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked him. Subtly, I studied his body. He was wearing a thin tank top that clung to his body, showing off his muscular physique. His shoulders were broad and powerful. His arms toned to perfection, albeit a little hairier than what I was used to. His loose-fitting gym shorts showed off part of his thick thighs and his well-defined calf muscles. This was a guy who paid attention to both arm and leg days.