Death comes for her, p.14
Death Comes for Her, page 14
“Gods, you’re so wet right now, filthy fucking fairy. Drenched for cock, aren’t you?”
My core throbbed with a burdensome ache to be filled. My desire wept from my pussy, coating my inner thighs with the evidence of what my body craved. And there was no venom in my system to blame it on. The want was mine; it was dirty, and it was sinful, but gods, it was mine.
My back fell on a wide couch under a wall of windows. A pale body, heated with the warmth he’d stolen from me, settled between my legs. On instinct, following animal urges, my thighs bracketed his hips, holding the vampire against me. My nails scraped over his shoulders and the back of his neck before tangling my fingers in his white, silky hair.
“Sweet mercy, you’re all I want. I need you. I need to feel you.”
Simon thrust inside me with ease. My cunt welcomed him, tugging him deeper and pulsing on his length. A mingled groan slipped through our lips as we joined. His cock stretched me, and I arched my head back, moaning. He dropped his head to my neck, littering my skin with open-mouthed kisses.
“Gods, you look so beautiful getting fucked, pet.”
Dante stood beside the couch, one hand on Simon’s shoulder. He kept the other on his cock, stroking the length as he watched his brother fuck me into the velvet cushion. Then Simon turned his head from my breasts, panting as he snapped his hips against me. I keened from the pressure of his hips, carving the shape of his into me.
Simon caught the head of Dante’s cock with the flick of his tongue. I gasped, trembling with delirious pleasure at the same time as the dark-haired vampire. Dante’s dark eyes rolled back as Simon covered his thick girth with his mouth. The pale vampire moaned over the girthy cock, sucking and licking as he rammed into me.
Tangling my finger in his white locks, I tugged his head away. His brilliant eyes snapped to me as I leaned up on my elbows. I took Dante’s cock into my mouth, tasting Simon’s saliva and Dante’s skin on my tongue. My walls clenched around Simon’s cock, continuously driving into me, sparking the heat in the center of my core.
“You suck my dick so good. Perfect fairy whore loves sucking vampire cock. Such a nasty, good girl for us.”
Dante thrusted his hips forward, fucking into my face. I gagged on him, and he grunted as the vibrations in my throat sent sensations along his cock. His calloused hands grabbed my face, holding me in place as he rocked into my mouth.
Simon pressed his face near mine, licking Dante’s balls or the side of his shaft when it slid from my mouth. I pulled off Dante’s cock, meeting Simon’s lips around the girth. We kissed over the thick cock slipping between our slick lips.
With a half-pained grunt, Dante snatched himself away from us. Chest heaving, he peered down at us with an utterly lascivious smile. Simon used his absence to bury his face in my breasts again, wet mouth nipping at my soft flesh and sensitive nipples.
I cried out when he bit my breast.
“It’s alright, sweet pet. You can take it. You can take us,” Simon cooed.
I almost didn’t notice Dante moving at first, not until the couch under me dipped further. My eyes snapped back open, realizing that Dante had taken position behind Simon. His hands now smoothed over my legs around Simon’s waist. Then he dropped them to Simon’s hips, encouraging him to slow his brother’s thrusting.
“Pl… Please. More. Please,” I whined.
Once slowed to an agonizing pace, I wriggled against Simon, mewling for more. Harder. Faster. I needed to be fucked into oblivion. But he couldn’t move with Dante working behind him.
“One moment, sweet pet, one moment, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.” Simon licked a hot path from my collarbone to my earlobe.
Dante grabbed his cock and notched the tip at Simon’s ass. White hair fell over his forehead and his expression twisted as Dante used his salivated-on cock to enter Simon. The force of the dark-haired vampire’s first thrust, sheathing himself in the pale one, made Simon half-collapse on top of me. His cock drove deep against my womb, and I cried out from the pressure.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Dante groaned.
A god of erotic proclivities pulled me from my body, and my mind hovered in the room. I observed from outside of my being as Simon ground into me, his cock perfectly stroking my insides and his pubic bone targeting my clit. He nuzzled his face at my throat, nipping at my flesh with the hint of fang in every kiss. I watched as Dante held Simon’s hips, bowed over and rutting into him.
“I’m… I’m going to come!” I keened, shaking beneath Simon and Dante.
The force of Dante’s thrusts set the pace. Each rock of his snapping hips propelled Simon deeper, harder, faster into me. We moaned into one another’s mouths, tongues tangling.
Dante laughed, dark and breathless. “Not yet. You can’t come yet. Don’t let her come, brother.”
“Fuck, she feels so good, Dante. I can’t hold back either,” Simon gasped.
Dante’s luscious, dark hair fell around his strained face in waves. His deliciously sculpted muscles bunched and flexed from the exertion of slamming into Simon. “You like it that much, hm? You like me fucking you while you’re inside of her?”
“Yes!” Simon gritted out, brows pinched and jaw tight. “Gods, you both feel so good… feel so good for me.”
“I know. I’m right there with you.” His rough hands tightened on Simon’s hips, controlling his brother’s movement into me.
“I can’t hold back. Please.” Tears laced with glittering flecks spilled from my eyes. A keening wail erupted from me as the blistering inferno in my belly raged to new heights.
“That’s it, let go. Come on, Sierra,” Simon encouraged.
“Come for us, pet. Let us know how much you love vampire cock, and come,” Dante echoed the tone of his brother’s command.
My body seized, gripped by world shattering pleasure. I shook beneath Simon, quaking against him as ripples of divine bliss cascaded from my belly through my limbs. The sudden grip of my pussy flexing on his cock sent him spiraling over the edge with me. His movement stuttered as he climaxed with me.
“Oh, gods, yes!” Dante fucked us both through the wild trembling of our orgasms. The friction of the dark-haired vampire rocking caused a delicious friction from Simon’s cock as I milked him. Though we were still, almost limp, Dante chased the edge of his release until he finally came undone.
“See, I’ll take care of you. You feel so good. You did so good for us, sweet pet,” Simon mumbled between lazy, affectionate kisses. He nuzzled his nose into mine and the tender intimacy made something alive and vibrant flutter in my stomach.
“Fuck, that was—” Dante started.
“—Amazing,” Simon finished.
Basking in the golden glow of that frantic carnal energy, blissed out of my mind with the most erotic sexual encounter of my life, I couldn’t help but agree with them.
Chapter 15
Dulcet moans spilled past my lips, dripping into the air. My hips rocked back and forth, and a scruff, short beard tickled the insides of my thighs. I spread my fingers on his broad and hard chest, head tossed back as Dante tongue-fucked me, lapping at my dripping center.
The past two days had passed in a heated blur of wanton flesh and animalistic joining. I slept, tangled between two vampires and physically sated into exhaustion. Waking moments were spent entwined, long hours of time stretched, measured as moans instead of seconds and cries of pleasure instead of minutes.
Something dreadful loomed ahead. Responsibilities raced at our newfound trio that didn’t involve legs wrapped around hips and heads buried between thighs. Despite that, I chose to live in throes of passion instead of crippling fear with the time we had.
So many positions in so many rooms of the manor. Our hungry, greedy trio had grabbed and fucked through as many places as possible until we collapsed in hallways, on couches, on rugs, and on a bed. Food came for me at random intervals, times where Simon encouraged me to drink water. He washed my body and soaped my hair when I bathed, and Dante watched.
I’d ridden Simon in the bath while Dante stood outside of the tub with his cock in my mouth.
On my hands and knees in the hallway, Dante held my hips carefully, pounding into me from behind until I gushed and trembled on his length. Simon had kneeled in front of me, his perfectly beautiful cock gliding over my tongue with my drool dripping down my chin.
The day before, Dante sat on the couch as I bounced on his cock, facing forward. Simon kneeled between our legs, tongue feverishly lapping at my clit until my body seized from the pleasure.
During a late midnight meal, Dante licked my slick pussy under the table. His wide tongue slipped through my sensitive folds, assaulting my clit until I forgot about the food and nearly vibrated in the chair. Simon took that moment to rip open my dress, spill my wine in dark red rivulets over my breasts and peaked pink nipples. He lapped at them in time with Dante’s wicked tongue, suckling on my breasts until I came with a shrill cry.
On a couch in the library, I rode Simon’s face while Dante pounded into him. I’d bowed over Simon’s pale, lean body and sucked his cock into my mouth. Dante had held my hair with a delicate touch, keeping it out of my face and gazing down at me, sucking cock with lust-filled wonder.
Last night I’d laid on my side in bed, Simon slowly impaling my ass from behind. He had an arm around my ribs, fondling and teasing my breasts. Dante climbed up onto the mattress, parted my knees to make room for his shoulders, and sucked my clit while fingering my drenched cunt. He’d eventually twisted upright, facing me. He held my hip, slipping his cock into my cunt while Simon took me from behind.
Our movements slowed, lying comfortably entwined in one another in the safe confines of bed. Kisses from cool lips pressed into my neck and shoulders. A rough beard tickled my face as a harsh mouth claimed my lips. It was sensual and deliciously slow. It was hot breaths, warm hands, and eyes glazed with awe, amazement, and carnal need.
It was frighteningly intimate and heart-breakingly sensual.
And we talked. In between the wanton moans, grunts, and whimpers, we exchanged words. Meaningful words that held significance, even if they meant nothing on the surface.
Dante regaled us with stories of the past; the world a hundred years ago, the people he knew, the places he traveled, and the battles he fought. How he got into the business of hunting werewolves after fighting in a savage war he barely remembered the details of.
Simon shared memories of a youth spent taking etiquette lessons with his siblings, and how manners and education were beaten into every fiber of his being. He vaguely recalled his time at university, his quick marriage to a wife he tolerated for his family’s sake, and his brief, fleeting excitement at becoming a father before he lost everything.
The dark-haired vampire had taken to his transformation and their Maker, Craven, right away. He’d already spent over thirty years as a loud, wild man—adding bloodlust to his nature only exacerbated his character.
And the usually reserved, cold vampire finally opened up about how grateful he’d been all those years ago to have Dante as a brother, introducing him to the vampire world at a time when their Maker was busy elsewhere.
Craven had turned Simon and initiated him into the Ambrose coven as an asset because of his magical prowess. They admitted to me that the plan for vampires to manipulate magic into stealing the sun from the sky had been a plot hundreds of years in the making.
The admission made the anguish of my world falling apart feel inevitable. It was my misfortune that Sanctus consuming the sun happened in my adolescence. Fair folk stop aging, become immortal, and I never got to experience a first love, marriage, marvelous adventures, or a family of my own.
I’d lived eighteen short years in the lap of luxury—albeit strained as the war ramped up—until my eventual servitude with humans and capture by vampires.
When they asked me questions, I answered vaguely. It didn’t go unnoticed by the Ambrose lords, who carefully crafted their questions. Especially Simon, who I nearly slipped up and admitted more than I wanted to several times.
I knew on some level that Dante and Simon had worked out who I was. Though neither endeavored to admit it. Our trio merely danced around the fact of my lineage, even though it was as clear as day.
I told them that my father severed my wings on the Everdark morning, but not who my father was. I shared my softest memories of my mother, and when Dante hinted it had been her wings in his office, I changed topics.
They listened, attentive and rapt, as I recited fairy poetry from books that I’d read a decade ago. Both lords seemed to be trapped in a trance, not unlike how intoxicated they appeared when they imbibed my blood. Something about fairies quoting the words of laureates had a mesmerizing quality to the listener. And apparently vampires weren’t immune to the effect, leading to me being ambushed as soon as the last words dripped off my lips.
I peered through my lashes at Simon across from me, his head bent, and Dante’s cock buried in the back of his throat. Our gazes locked, and he managed a wicked smile around the girth in his mouth. I quivered, thighs shaking around Dante’s head as my core barreled towards a mind-numbing climax.
Delicious shudders rolled through my body as I came on his tongue. Dante lapped at my orgasm, drinking it until his lips and chin were utterly dripping. Simon continued sucking him off until my shaking subsided.
I crawled down Dante’s body, relishing in the feeling of his tensing abdominals under my greedy palms. Then I snagged my fingers in Simon’s silky white hair and jerked his head back. His mouth popped off Dante’s cock, connected by glistening strings of saliva. I slammed my mouth into his swollen lips, tasting his low moan as it escaped his throat. His tongue darted over the seam of my lips, and I parted my mouth, allowing his tongue to plunder and conquer me in the most delirious ways.
Throwing my legs around, I shifted to face Dante with Simon at my back. Simon leaned back, and I reached behind me to grab his cock. I thrust my hips back, rocking my glistening pussy over the length of his pretty cock until it was soaked. Then I shifted forward and dropped myself onto his brother’s cock instead.
Simon huffed out a frustrated grunt. Dante dropped his head on the pillows and moaned with satisfaction. A smile ghosted over my lips as Dante’s throbbing length stretched me. I emitted a delirious giggle, a low and wanton sound as I lifted and dropped myself on his cock.
After bouncing on his cock a few times, I glanced over my shoulder, smirking at a glaring Simon. Leaning forward on Dante’s chest, I reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks. I spread them open and wiggled my hips, inviting Simon to fill me completely.
The corner of his mouth twitched up, and his pale eyes glinted with salacious darkness. He grabbed the base of his cock in one hand, bracing the other on my hips. He notched the tip of his cock at my ass and a sigh punched past my lips.
“Relax, sweet pet. You know you can take it.” He placed a kiss on my shoulder, and my muscles eased. “You can take me. There you are.” His cock entered me from behind, intensifying the stretch and feeling of being so insanely full. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
Simon’s aristocratic mask slipped, falling away and shattering apart to reveal a creature of teeth and longing. His beautiful face twisted into that of a cold predator, grasping and clawing at my sides, hips, ass, as his hips snapped against my backside. My arousal coating his cock eased the path as he thrusted into me from behind.
Early red light seeped in through the windows, a dwindling fire sputtered and crackled in the fireplace. The warmth of smooth skin and soft sheets brushed over my sensitized flesh. Sighs, moans, and grunts made a symphony of pleasure as our trio coupled with ardent passion and zealous frenzy.
I rocked my hips, riding Dante, who groped at my breasts and teased my nipples. The vampire lords entered and withdrew from me, each taking their own pace as they fucked my holes.
Arms shaking from exertion, I dropped onto Dante’s chest. He kissed me fleetingly before I nuzzled my face into his neck. I licked up the column of his throat before a new urge seized me. I sank my teeth into him, feeling the vibration of his groan against my mouth. The thrilling sensation of his flesh trapped between my teeth almost distracted me from the cocks slipping through me.
I wanted to make a feast of him in the way they did to me. Dante and Simon were a drug I felt I deserved to abuse. They were mine in some feral, insane way, and I didn’t intend to give up that feeling now that I had it. Though my teeth weren’t made for penetration as theirs were, Dante’s neck looked lovely with the pink intention of my teeth marring his tanned skin. His pleased, deep groans were delicious as he reveled in the ache of my bite.
“Let’s fill up all of those sweet holes, shall we?” Simon’s hand on my hip dipped between my thighs. He stroked two fingers over my pussy lips where Dante stretched and filled me and gathered my weeping arousal.
His thumb strummed over my clit. I gasped from the added sensation. Simon took his opportunity and shoved the two middle digits into my mouth. “Pretty girl, don’t you taste so good?”
“Mmmph—” I mumbled around the digits fucking my mouth, stroking over my tongue. I writhed, squirming between the two vampires with no possible escape.
“My brother asked you a question. It’s rude to ignore him, pet,” Dante growled, digging his fingers into my arms to keep me from wriggling further. His hips jerked upward, near painfully slamming his length into my cervix. “Well? Be a good little whore and answer him.”
I whined around his fingers, glittering tears falling from my eyes. My stomach leapt with heat and my inner walls clenched around the cocks slipping in and out of me at differing, torturous paces. Simon withdrew his fingers enough, and I stole a gasp.
“Ye—yes!”
“Yes, what, whore?”
“I taste good. Yes, I taste good!”
“What a good girl,” Simon purred, the sound verged on a growl. “Of course you’re being so good for us. You love this. You love being a good girl for us, don’t you?”
