The Vampire’s Offer Will #5
I was beyond words, reduced to moans and gasps as the werewolf fucked me hard against the pool's edge. My cock was already hardening again, trapped between my body and the tile, getting friction with each brutal thrust.
Through my haze of pleasure, I became aware of more movement around us.
The crowd of onlookers had grown, and I could hear the wet sounds of men touching themselves as they watched my debasement.
The knowledge that I was their entertainment, their live porn show, should have humiliated me. Instead, it drove me higher.
"Look at them," Raoul murmured, turning my face so I could see the ring of men surrounding us, all stroking their cocks.
Humans, monsters, and everything in between, all focused on me.
"They all want you. Want to be inside you, filling you up.
Would you like that, William? To be passed around, used by all of them? "
"Yes," I whimpered, shocked by my own answer. A week ago, I'd been the buttoned-up financial advisor who ate lunch alone at his desk. Now I was begging to be a communal fuck toy in a bathhouse.
"Maybe later," Raoul said with a dark smile. "First, I want to see how many loads you can take before you break."
The werewolf's thrusts became erratic, his growls deepening. He slammed into me one final time and I felt his cock swell inside me, locking us together as he came. The sensation was strange and intense, his knot stretching me even wider as he pumped me full of cum.
"Shit," I gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness.
"He's knotted you," Raoul explained, sounding delighted. "You'll be stuck together for a few minutes. Enjoy it."
The werewolf leaned over my back, panting against my neck as his cock continued to pulse inside me. His arms wrapped around my chest, holding me close as we both caught our breath. Despite the desperate fucking he'd just given me, the embrace felt oddly intimate.
"Good hole," he rumbled in my ear. "Real good."
I couldn't help but laugh breathlessly at the compliment. This whole night was surreal.
Eventually, his knot deflated enough for him to pull out. More cum leaked from my abused hole, mixing with Damien's load. I felt absolutely wrecked, and we'd barely started.
The werewolf gave my ass a squeeze before moving away, and I looked up at Raoul expectantly. His eyes were practically black now, his fangs fully visible as he smiled at me.
"One more," he said. "Then you're mine."
I nodded weakly, not trusting my voice. My legs were trembling, barely able to support my weight against the pool's edge. Raoul gestured to someone I couldn't see, and moments later, a scaled hand gripped my hip.
"Name's Kael," a sibilant voice said from behind me. "Raoul says you need one more before he claims you."
"Please," I managed, the word coming out as a desperate whimper.
Kael's cock felt different from the others. It was ridged and textured in a way that made every nerve ending sing as he pushed inside. My hole was so loose now, so thoroughly used, that he slid in with almost no resistance. The mix of cum inside me made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust.
"Such a good little whore," Kael hissed, his pace quick and shallow. "Taking everyone so eagerly."
I was beyond shame, beyond any pretense of dignity. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. My cock was rock hard again, dripping pre-cum onto the tile. I'd never been this insatiable before, never wanted to be used like this.
Raoul moved closer, his cool hand wrapping around my neglected cock. "Cum for me," he commanded, stroking me in time with Kael's thrusts. "Let me see you fall apart one more time."
The combination of Kael's ridged cock hitting my prostate and Raoul's expert hand was too much.
I came with a strangled cry, my whole body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me.
My hole clenched rhythmically around Kael, and he followed me over the edge with a hiss, adding his load to the mess inside me.
When he pulled out, I felt cum running down my thighs, dripping into the bath water. I was completely debauched, thoroughly fucked, and somehow still wanting more.
"Perfect," Raoul breathed. He helped me stand, supporting my weight as my legs threatened to give out. "Come. I have a private room reserved for us."
He wrapped a towel around my waist, though it seemed pointless given how thoroughly wrecked I was. The gathered crowd parted as he led me through the bath area, down a corridor I hadn't noticed before. My head was spinning, overwhelmed by sensation and the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
Raoul opened a door to reveal a dimly lit room with a large bed draped in dark silk sheets. Candles flickered on surfaces, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It was decadent, sensual, and somehow both inviting and ominous.
"Lie down," he instructed, closing the door behind us.
I did as he said, my body sinking into the soft mattress. Every muscle felt liquid, relaxed in a way I'd forgotten was possible. Raoul stood at the foot of the bed, his towel still wrapped around his waist, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" he asked, his voice low and reverent. "Covered in sweat, leaking cum, completely surrendered. This is the real you, William. Not the polished professional with the practiced smile. This."
He let his towel drop, revealing his pale, lean body in its entirety. His cock stood proud, not as large as Damien's or the werewolf's, but perfect in its proportions. He crawled onto the bed with predatory grace, settling between my spread legs
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, his cool fingers tracing patterns on my inner thighs. "And while I do, I'm going to bite you. Feed from you. Would you like that?"
My pulse jumped at the thought. A vampire's bite. Something I'd never experienced, never even considered before tonight.
"Will it hurt?" I asked.
"Only for a moment. Then it will feel..." he paused, searching for the right word, "transcendent. I promise you, William. You've never felt anything like it."
I believed him. After everything tonight had already brought, I believed him completely.
“Will… Will it make me a vampire?”
Raoul shook his head. “No. There is more to it than the movies would have you believe.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t trust myself to make any big decisions at the moment, not when I was so horny and full of cum that I couldn’t think.
"Then do it," I whispered. "I want all of you."
Raoul's smile was radiant and terrible all at once.
He positioned himself at my entrance, sliding in with one smooth thrust. My abused hole accepted him easily, still loose and slick from the others.
But despite not being the largest cock I'd taken tonight, having Raoul inside me felt different. More intimate. More significant.
He set a slow, rolling pace, his cool body a stark contrast to my overheated skin. His hands roamed over me possessively, mapping every inch as he fucked me with deliberate precision.
"Mine," he murmured, leaning down to kiss me deeply. I tasted something dark and exotic on his tongue, something not quite human. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," I breathed against his lips, meaning it in a way that should have terrified me but didn't at this moment.
"Good." He kissed down my jaw to my throat, and I felt his fangs graze the sensitive skin there. "Relax. Let me in completely."
The bite, when it came, was sharp and sudden.
I gasped, my back arching off the bed. But Raoul was right.
The pain lasted only a heartbeat before transforming into something else entirely.
Pleasure flooded through me, more intense than anything I'd experienced all night.
It was like every nerve ending in my body had been lit up simultaneously, connected directly to where his mouth worked at my throat.
He drank from me in long, steady pulls, and I felt each one resonate through my entire being.
His cock continued its measured thrusts, fucking me while he fed, and the dual sensation was overwhelming.
I was dimly aware that I was making sounds I'd never made before, desperate and pleading and utterly wanton.
My hands clutched at his back, feeling the play of muscles under cool skin. I was flying, untethered, lost in a haze of pleasure that seemed to have no peak, just an endless plateau of ecstasy.
When Raoul finally pulled his fangs from my neck, I whimpered at the loss. He licked the wound closed, his tongue rough and thorough, then captured my mouth in a bruising kiss. I tasted copper—my own blood—and moaned into it.
"More," I begged when he broke the kiss. "Please, Raoul, I need—"
"I know what you need," he said, his voice rough with his own desire. His pace increased, his cool cock driving into me harder now as he gripped my hips. "Cum for me one more time. Give me every last drop."
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
I was so overstimulated, so wrung out, that I didn't think I had another orgasm left in me.
But my body proved me wrong. The pleasure built impossibly higher, tightening in my core until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was feel.
When I came, it felt like my soul left my body.
Everything went white, then dark, then exploded into color.
I heard myself cry out, distantly, as if from far away.
My hole clamped down on Raoul's cock like a vice, and he groaned, spilling inside me with deep, grinding thrusts, adding his seed to the rest.
We stayed locked together as the aftershocks rolled through us both. Raoul's cool forehead pressed against mine, his dark eyes boring into me with an intensity that made me feel seen in a way I never had before.
"Extraordinary," he whispered. "You're absolutely extraordinary, William."