The Vampire’s Offer Will #4
I opened my mouth wider and took Damien's cockhead between my lips, sucking gently. The orc's fingers tightened in my hair, not forceful, just present. Encouraging. I worked more of him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked, using my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit.
"Fuck, that's good," Damien groaned, his hips making small, controlled thrusts. "You know what you’re doing, boy."
The praise sent a thrill through me. I could feel my own cock starting to harden again already, responding to the situation. I bobbed my head, finding a rhythm, losing myself in the act of pleasuring this stranger.
A cool hand slid down my back, and I knew without looking that it was Raoul. His fingers traced my spine, sending shivers through me despite the heat of the bath. His touch was possessive, claiming, even as I had another man's cock in my mouth.
"You're a natural," Raoul murmured, his lips close to my ear. "Look at you, so eager to please. I wonder how many other talents you've been suppressing."
His hand continued lower, sliding between my ass cheeks, fingers teasing my hole. I moaned around Damien's cock, the vibration making the orc curse and thrust a little deeper.
"Easy," Damien warned, but he was smiling. "Don't want to choke him on our first date."
Raoul's finger pressed against my entrance, not penetrating, just applying pressure. The dual sensation—Damien in my mouth, Raoul teasing me from behind—was overwhelming in the best way. I felt completely surrounded, completely consumed by pleasure.
"I think he's ready for more," Raoul said, and there was a dark promise in his voice. "What do you say, William? Ready to see what else this night has to offer?"
I pulled off Damien's cock with a wet pop, my lips swollen and spit-slicked. "Yes," I breathed, not even recognizing my own voice. "Show me everything."
“Damien?” Raoul said, looking up at the orc. “Do you want to fuck him right here on the side of the pool?”
“Only if you don’t mind his hole getting ruined,” Damien growled, grinning from ear to ear.
“I enjoy sloppy seconds,” Raoul nodded. His eyes darkened further as he looked at me. “In fact, I prefer it.”
My stomach clenched with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. I'd never been fucked by an orc before, and judging by the size of Damien's cock, it was going to be an experience I wouldn't soon forget.
"Come here," Damien said, his voice thick with lust. He pulled me up from my seated position and turned me around so I was facing Raoul.
The vampire's eyes were practically glowing now, fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
Damien's massive hands gripped my hips, positioning me so I was bent over the edge of the pool, my ass exposed to him.
"Breathe," Raoul instructed, reaching out to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from sucking Damien's cock. "And don't hold back. I want to hear every sound you make."
I felt Damien's thick fingers at my entrance, slick with something—probably lube he'd retrieved from somewhere while I was focused on Raoul. He worked one finger inside me slowly, and I groaned at the intrusion. It had been even longer since I'd been fucked.
"Tight," Damien observed appreciatively, working his finger deeper. "When's the last time you took a cock, boy?"
"Months," I admitted, my voice strained. "Maybe six?"
"Jesus," Damien breathed. "Well, we're going to fix that tonight."
He added a second finger, working them in and out to stretch me open. The burn was intense but not unpleasant, especially when he crooked his fingers and found my prostate. I cried out, my cock jumping against the tile.
"There it is," Damien chuckled. He worked me open with patient thoroughness, adding a third finger until I was writhing against the edge of the pool, practically begging for more.
Raoul watched every moment, one hand stroking his own cock beneath the water. "I think he's ready," the vampire said. "Look at him. He's desperate for it."
I was. God, I was. All the stress and tension I'd been carrying for months seemed to have concentrated in my body, demanding release. "Please," I heard myself say. "Damien, please."
"Since you asked so nicely," Damien rumbled. He withdrew his fingers and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. "Gonna take this slow. Let me know if it's too much."
He pushed forward and I gasped at the stretch. Even with the prep, it was intense. Damien's cock was substantially thicker than his fingers, and I felt every inch as he worked himself inside me. My hands scrabbled against the tile, trying to find purchase as he filled me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"You’re doing so well," Raoul murmured, his cool hand stroking my hair. "Taking him so beautifully. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock like this."
The thought of Raoul fucking me, of those fangs in my neck while he claimed me, sent a jolt of arousal through me so intense I nearly came on the spot. Damien must have felt me clench around him because he groaned.
"Easy, boy. You keep squeezing me like that and this is going to be over real quick."
He bottomed out inside me, his hips flush against my ass, and held still for a moment to let me adjust. I felt impossibly full, stretched around his thick cock, completely at his mercy. And I loved it.
"Fuck me," I begged. "Please, Damien, I need—"
He didn't make me finish the sentence. Damien pulled back and thrust forward, setting a steady rhythm that had me seeing stars.
Each thrust hit my prostate dead-on, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
I was vaguely aware that I was making obscene noises, moaning and gasping with each stroke, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Raoul's hand tightened in my hair, turning my head so I was looking directly at him.
"This is what you needed," he said, his voice hypnotic.
"To let go. To surrender control. You've been holding yourself so rigidly, trying to be perfect, but look at you now.
Falling apart on another man's cock, and you've never been more beautiful. "
His words shouldn't have affected me so much, but they did. Something about the way he saw me, really saw me, past the professional facade and the carefully constructed image. He saw the desperate, needy thing underneath, and he wanted it.
Damien's pace increased, his powerful hips slamming into me harder now.
The water splashed around us, and I was dimly aware of other patrons watching our display, more than a few of them moving closer.
The thought should have embarrassed me, but instead it heightened my arousal.
They were all watching me get fucked, watching me be used by a stranger.
"Getting close," Damien warned, his voice strained. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside," I gasped without thinking. "Cum inside me."
Raoul's eyes flashed with approval. "Yes," he hissed. "Fill him up. Make him messy for me."
Damien thrust hard a few more times, then buried himself deep with a roar. I felt his cock pulse inside me as he came, flooding me with heat. The sensation triggered my own orgasm, my untouched cock spurting against the tile as my body shook with delight.
For a long moment, none of us moved. I was draped over the edge of the pool, blissed out and spent, with Damien still buried inside me. Raoul continued to stroke my hair, murmuring words I couldn't quite make out.
Finally, Damien withdrew carefully, and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant.
"Good boy," Damien said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "You took that like a champ." He gave my ass an affectionate pat. "I'm going to go clean up, but I'll be around if you want another round later."
I managed a weak nod, still trying to catch my breath. Damien waded away, leaving me alone with Raoul.
The vampire moved closer, his hands sliding down my back possessively. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Like I just got fucked by an orc," I said, managing a breathless laugh.
"And do you regret it?"
I thought about it for a moment, taking stock of my body and my emotions. I felt loose, relaxed in a way I hadn't in months. The constant tension in my shoulders was gone. My mind felt clearer.
"No," I said honestly. "I don't regret it at all."
"Good." He reached out, grasping my chin. “Would you like another?”
All I could do was nod. “Yes… please.”
“Good boy,” he grinned. He looked up at the men that had gathered to watch. “Ah you, werewolf. Would you like to fuck my human?”
My human. The words sent a thrill through me I didn’t expect.
“Hell yeah,” the werewolf replied.
Water sloshed behind me, but I didn’t bother to turn around and look. I was too focused on Raoul and his piercing gaze that had me enraptured. A thick cockhead came to rest against my cum-covered hole and I let out a low, desperate moan.
“Yes,” Raoul nodded. “Show him how much you need that cock.”
I pushed my hips back, feeling the werewolf's cock slide into my already stretched hole with ease.
The slide was slick with Damien's cum, making the penetration smooth despite the werewolf's impressive size.
He growled low in his throat as he bottomed out, his furry thighs pressed against the back of mine.
"Fuck, he's loose," the werewolf said appreciatively. "And messy. Just how I like them."
He didn't give me time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had me crying out. Where Damien had been methodical and controlled, the werewolf was wild, driven by instinct. His claws dug into my hips, probably leaving marks, as he pounded into me.
"That's it," Raoul encouraged, his voice like velvet. "Take it all. Let everyone see how well you serve."