ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance)

by Brittanee Farrow

  Maria blushed a little and cleared her throat “I...Um...I mean, you aren't bad yourself.” She said with an excited giggle, eyes fluttering closed as the woman's soft finger's brushed along her face “What...Is your name?” She sighed out; head tilting back as the woman touched her neck.

  “Isabel,” she hummed, dropping her hands to her sides.

  Maria was almost regretful that the woman's fingers were no longer dancing across her skin. It had felt so right.

  Dorian was standing off to the side, smiling as he watched their interactions. People's reactions to Isabel were always a deciding factor for him. He seemed eager and ready to take just about anyone but this was his screening process. He stepped forward again so that he was in clear view of both of them. “You two seemed to have hit it off.” He mused, looking between them.

  Isabel giggled, covering her mouth a little “Maria is beautiful.” She said softly “And nice. I can tell.” She said quickly.

  Maria smiled, blushing a little, wondering if she should return the sentiment. Dorian spoke before she could make her decision “In that case, why don't you take Maria over to the shower room so that you two can get ready.” He said softly as he slowly slid his tie off, smiling at them both.

  Isabel reached out and took Maria's hand gently, her body vibrating with excitement. Her giddiness was so refreshing. She genuinely seemed excited to have another woman in the house. Maybe it had been a while? “Yes! Maria, let me show you the shower room! It's so beautiful! I know you'll love it.” She said quickly.

  She bounced and Maria couldn't help but notice her full breasts moving with her. Maria grinned and let out a little laugh, feeling almost endeared by the woman's excitement to show her around “How could I say no to such a cute woman?” She asked, fondness running across her own face. It was very easy to warm up to these two.

  Isabel blushed a little and brought a petite hand to her mouth, covering her lips coyly before giving Maria's hand a little tug “Come with me.”

  Maria was happy to comply and followed the pale woman towards another thick, towering door. Isabel pointed to the floor in front of the door and hummed “Leave your shoes there.” She instructed, opening the door.

  Inside, the bathroom was all stone. There were two floor-to-ceiling mirrors to the side of the vanity and a large, sprawling granite counter top that was kept perfectly neat. She assumed Isabel must have been a stay at home girlfriend/wife/companion. The house was impeccable, though she expected nothing else from Mr. Perfect.

  There were several decorated jars along the counter and to the right there was a bathtub that was easily big enough for three to four people. It was deep and very old fashioned with no real curtain. Huh...That was strange. As she stepped onto the stone floor she gasped softly as her feet heated under it. He had heated stone floors in his bathroom! That was it. She was never leaving this place. She stood still for a moment, just grinning and enjoying the warmth as Isabel closed the door behind her.

  When she heard it click shut she opened her eyes and watched as the shorter woman came to stand in front of her “Can I help you undress?” She offered sweetly.

  Maria smiled and stroked the red-head's cheek fondly “Of course you can, sweet thing.” She sighed.

  Isabel draped her arms around Maria's shoulder's and used it as an excuse to press her soft warm body against the woman's, hands moving deftly to untie the cloth that held Maria's bright dress up. Isabel leaned in close and her nose and lips brushed against Maria's soft skin, letting out a happy little nose as her tongue ran across the skin, tasting it. This woman, Maria, was delicious.

  She smiled and pulled away, watching gleefully as the dress slipped from Maria's body and crumpled to the floor where Isabel preferred it be. The redhead took a moment to take in the woman's perfect body. She was toned, muscular and lean. The woman clearly ran pretty regularly. Her breasts were not large but they were generous and perky, her nipples hard and seeking attention. There was one thing that still had to go.

  Isabel stepped forward and fell slowly to her knees, smiling up at Maria. The other woman's breath had caught in her throat and she found herself deeply embarrassed at the way Isabel was watching her with such reverence. Pale, thin finger's hooked into Maria's black panties and pulled them down slowly and Maria found herself panting, hand dropping to touch Isabel's perfect red hair.

  Maria had prepared for this. She'd taken all the care in the world to shave every inch of her body and it seemed to be paying off. Once her panties were down around her ankles, Maria stepped out of them and brushed them aside easily, her legs spreading on instinct.

  She watched, quivering as Isabel looked up at her with those sky blue eyes and moved to bury herself between Maria's legs. Maria let out a long, shaky moan, her legs buckling a little as Isabel took in the scent of the taller woman and her tongue sought to taste her. She was pleased with the soft sobbing sounds Maria was making at the teasing.

  She laughed breathily and pulled away, licking her lips “You're very eager, Maria.” She whispered, standing slowly and looking up at the woman.

  Maria panted and put a hand in her curly hair “It's...Been a while.” She said with a shaky smile.

  Isabel took Maria's hand and smiled “Well, don't you worry. We're going to fix that right up.” She promised, with all the hospitality of a southern housewife.

  Isabel led Maria to that glorious tub and pressed a button that was sunk into the wall. Maria was more than a little impressed when water fell from the ceiling. That's why there was no curtain. Isabel left Maria to marvel at the shower for a moment as she collected a few bottles from the sink. She returned to the tub and started to pour that various liquids and herbs into the tub. They mixed with the water and steam and soon the bathroom was filled with a woodsy smell that had a little bit of a floral undertone. It was the smell of a spring storm and Maria loved it.

  Isabel helped Maria into the tub and soon they were settled in the warm water together. Maria honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd been this content. She drew Isabel into her arms and smiled, glad that she was facing the other woman. Their legs were on either side of each other and they were able to take each other in as the water fell onto them from above.

  The smell was becoming intoxicating and Maria found herself reaching for a bottle of scented oil that was settled on a shelf attached to the tub. She uncapped it and tilted the bottle, letting some of the sweet smelling oil drip onto Isabel's ample breasts. Maria let out a soft moan that was echoed by Isabel as she reached up with one free hand and started to run her fingers through the oil. She set the decorative bottle down so that she could knead and massage Isabel's breasts with both hands, enjoying the slick feeling of perfect skin beneath her fingers. They were warm and heavy and everything that Maria missed about women.

  Isabel let out a generous moan and let her head fall back, her back arching sharply into Maria's touch as she chanted the woman's name. The smells and sounds that were enveloping Maria were making her feel very strange. Her vision wasn't getting blurry but it was getting hazy. She felt like she was dreaming and that everything she was experiencing was on some other plane of existence. Isabel's perfect breasts and musical moans were the furthest things from reality, it seemed. She was warm and her breathing was even. Every movement this perfect woman made hypnotized her.

  Maria leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Isabel's taught nipples and the woman let out the most pleased sound, jutting her chest out to beg for more attention “Maria!” She gasped, squirmed against the woman and chewing her plump lip.

  Maria was sure that she was doing a good job. She could only assume that she was doing too good of a job because before she could stop herself she heard the door creak open and a soft chuckle “Are you enjoying yourself ladies?” The voice was deep, masculine and pleased. It was certainly Mr. Perfect.

  Isabel let out a happy laugh and nodded, her pale skin flushed with pleasure. Maria pulled herself away with a small moan and turned t
o look at Mr. Perfect with eyes half closed “Ah...Yes. I missed being with a woman.” She laughed wildly; uninhibited thanks to the potent mix of Isabel's moans that sweet smell of the water.

  Dorian smiled and held out a hand to Isabel, helping her out of the tub first. It was only once the distractions of Isabel’s breasts were pulled away that Maria noticed Dorian's attire: Nothing.

  He was completely nude with a hairless chest. He had defined muscles and a tattoo over his heart it was a strange symbol and she squinted her eyes to look at it. Ah...It was a classic Uroboros with something inscribed in Latin in the middle. The tattoo seemed strange but she didn't have much time to dwell on it as her eyes wandered further south and fell on the patch of hair that led to his cock. Oh...It was just as perfect as the rest of him. She chewed her lip a little and then looked back up at him. He almost wanted to tell him his cock would be the perfect size to fill her up but she was having a hard time controlling her body.

  Isabel laughed a little and leaned down, wrapping her arms around Maria to help her stand a little “I think the water is getting to her.” Isabel said, knowingly.

  Maria still felt as if she were in a dream state and looked up at Dorian, smiling a little “Hi.” It was stupid and simple but it was all she could muster in that moment.

  He laughed a little and touched her flushed cheek “Are you ready to join us in the bedroom, Maria?”

  She knew she should have said no. She should have said no from the very beginning when Carol was trying to set her up. This was going too perfectly to end well.

  But like so many other times that night, she smiled and said yes.

  Chapter Four: Dreaming

  Maria had to all but be carried to the bed. She slouched against Dorian, glad that she had gone home with such a strong man. She could feel how carefully she was being lowered onto the sheets and her toes curled a little when the smooth satin brushed against her bare, wet skin. Oh, this was heavenly. She had no idea why but she was so hypersensitive to everything. She could smell Isabel and Dorian's scents mingling. Strangely enough it was that same mix of woodsy and floral that she'd smelled in the bathroom when Isabel emptied those beautiful bottles into the water.

  She sighed happily and looked between them. Isabel was kneeling to her right and Dorian was laid out on the left. She laughed a little and touched his face and the Isabel's “So? Now what?” She asked, her voice still breathy.

  He smiled and glanced over at Isabel “How do you feel, Maria? Do you still want to do this?” He asked softly.

  She smiled and nodded quickly, without hesitation “Oh yes. Oh god yes, I want this.” She moaned.

  They weren't even touching her and she could feel the heat in her belly starting to build already. He sat up slowly and grinned a little “Good. Because we are going to just eat you up.”

  He and Isabel laughed softly at the inside joke and Maria found herself laughing just to laugh. Isabel moved to the head of the bed, lifting Maria's head and shoulders so that the woman could rest against her soft breasts. “Don't worry, Maria. We're going to take good care of you. You don't have anything to be afraid of.” She hummed, stroking the woman's cheek softly, finger dropping to run along the artery that lay just beneath her skin.

  Maria smiled and settled into her position easily, looking up at Isabel and smiling “I'm not worried at all.” She promised, “I'm excited.” She giggled.

  Dorian grinned a little “Good...We need you excited” He said softly, pulling a bottle from the bedside table. It was a clear vial with a purple colored liquid. He uncorked it and drew back a moment, letting a few drops drip onto the smooth expanse of skin Maria had so carefully shaved. They rolled down and slid into the deepest parts of her. After it settled on her skin a few moments her legs began to tremble as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm start to wash over her “Oh, God!” She cried out, arching her hips and enjoying the way Isabel wrapped her arms around her and held her close.

  “Does it feel good?” The redhead asked softly.

  Maria whimpered and nodded quickly, lips shaking “Yes. Yes. Oh my God yes!” She cried out.

  Dorian smiled and settled between her legs slowly, putting a hand on each one of her knees, spreading her legs slowly to get a better look at her most intimate area “Oh, you're dripping wet, Maria. Are you ready for me, already?” He asked with a soft, warm laugh.

  She whimpered and chewed her lip, toes curling “God, yes...What...What was that?” She whispered softly.

  He settled between her legs and leaned over her, the tip of his cock teasing her lips. He smiled before he spoke “A special mixture of Isabel's saliva and my...fluids.”

  She was so far gone she hardly even flinched at that but she did managed a soft “W-What?” Before she was completely silenced as he slid into her slowly.

  As she took each inch of him he spoke “You're a smart girl. I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet.” He smiled and touched her cheek, running his tongue along her bottom lip as he filled her completely. “We are not normal people, Maria.” He whispered softly as she took his thumb between her lips obediently “We are vampires.”

  The word existed in a void for Maria. Vampires. Vampires weren't real, right? They were just storybook characters and bad movie plots. As she was trying to rationalize this in her head she let out a long moan as he slid back in, hitting just the right spot every time. Isabel smiled and continued Dorian's explanation as he thrusted into her and jolted her body with pleasure. “We want to feed off of you, Maria. You're so sweet and kind. You will be delicious. You were chosen for a reason.” She purred “But don't worry. I promised we wouldn't hurt you, and we won't. We want you here with us so that we can feed from you and care for you.” Her smile was motherly and tenderly.

  Dorian let out a happy grunt and Maria moaned again, writhing under him and somehow, unconcerned with what she was being told. This had to be a dream. There was no way she could be this calm while one vampire filled her to the brim with warm, unmatched pleasure and the other explained it in a voice so sweet and tender that it made her want to fall apart in the best way. There was no way all of those things could happen independently and certainly not all at once. So she'd decided this was a dream. She'd dozed off with Isabel in that perfectly sized bathtub and now she was dreaming about vampires.

  Another deep thrust and another audible cry, following be a desperate arching of her back. Oh god this was good. She whimpered and her arms shot out, grabbing Isabel's hands to keep her from floating away. “I...O-Okay! Just...leave me some blood? I have work on-OH! Monday!” She squealed.

  Dorian laughed and so did Isabel “Of course, princess.” He hummed, picking up the pace a little. Each thrust matched her panting moans and she was surprised out how quickly their bodies were moving in time with each other’s.

  She whimpered and turned her head to the side, staring up at Isabel eagerly “K-Kiss me?” She pleaded, stretching her neck up to meet Isabel. The other woman smiled and tilted Maria's head back, catching her lips in a long, slow kiss. She ran her tongue along Maria's bottom lip, pleading to let her in. When the taller woman finally parted her lips, Isabel thrust her tongue inside, tasting Maria eagerly. It masked her long moan as Dorian's pace became fevered and desperate.

  Maria was trapped in that kiss happily and was a little lost when Isabel pulled away, licking her lips “Are you close, Maria?” She whispered, pressing another tender kiss on her lips “Blood is the sweetest when your body is overcome with pleasure. It flows from you into me.”

  “YES!” The answer was desperate and sure as Maria shook desperately, legs wrapping around Dorian's waist so that he could bury deeper into her.

  Isabel's head dropped and Maria expected a bit of pain. She'd expected something akin to a needle stick or a bee sting. Instead, she was overwhelmed with pleasure. The world fell into darkness and all she could see was the vast and infinite space. Stars were created and worlds were born in those moments. Her body shook and she was sure she'
d let out some terrible noise but she could care less.

  In this strange world she could hear nothing and everything. There were no sounds of the city. There were no electrical hums of lights. All the existed was this warm void. All she could hear were hearts beating erratically from the act of lovemaking. All she could feel was his warm seed filling her. It over flowed, literally and figuratively. For a moment she worried about Isabel having to clean the mess from the sheets but the she remembered this was all just a dream.

  She was just starting to come back to earth when a second set of teeth sank into her soft skin and she was sent spiraling down the rabbit hole once more.

  She was vaguely aware of a shifting movement as Isabel moved from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed and settled between her legs. Maria's body was incredibly sensitive to every touch and every movement. So when Isabel's tongue darted out and brushed along her clit, Maria arched into the touch and let out a soft, pleading sob.

  Isabel had barely started, but her legs were already shaking while Dorian fed from her. Maria reached out desperately and pressed her hands to the back of Isabel's head, gasping with each lap of the woman's tongue.

  She found herself back in that empty space where only she and these two wonderful people existed. Her body shook a second time and she let out another sob, head spinning and finger's digging into Isabel's scalp.

  Then the world went black again.

  She was only out of it for a few minutes. It had only been long enough for Isabel to collect a few towels from the bathroom. Maria had been pulled into Dorian's arms and was resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She always thought vampires didn't have heartbeats. Or reflections. It seemed like a strange thing to think about at a time like this but she couldn't really help it.

  Maria looked up at Dorian he was covered in the finest layer of sweat. He looked absolutely glorious if they were being honest. He smiled down at her “Have enough blood to make it to work?”