Chapter 4
The Aurora Ballroom had been transformed into a fantasy most vampires would never see in reality, since Faerie doesn’t allow vampires entry without special permission from Mab or Titania, and they are not fans of the undead.
The vampires had created their own version, filtered through stories and imagination, with a hefty dose of sexual decadence that would’ve made her Faerie Godmothers laugh. No one can outsex the Queens of Faerie. Not even the vampires.
Ice sculptures were scattered throughout and lined the curved walls — anatomically detailed, explicitly positioned couples frozen mid-act.
Icy silks draped from the dome’s support beams, shimmering silver and blue in the low lighting.
Every vampire wore elaborate crowns or circlets.
The daywalkers wore only body glitter and gossamer wings, sewn onto their bodies with a needle and thread.
Emmy couldn’t help but feel the weight of the tiara, and she resisted the urge to reach up and touch it. The unitard hugged every curve, the sparkle catching light with each movement, and the exposure of her breasts, pussy, and ass sent a thrill to the exhibitionist parts of her.
Rather than feeling vulnerable, she felt powerful.
Zander walked at her side, resplendent in a midnight blue and silver body suit, his own crown a work of art in platinum with sapphires that matched his eyes.
And Spence walked with them, naked but for iridescent and silver body glitter, his wings sewn into skin and muscle so he could flutter them with his back muscles, his own diamond and ruby tiara perched on his head.
His cock was rock hard, with an order to keep it that way throughout the night by his Masters, and he looked at both Zander and Emmy with a quiet devotion that made her breath catch.
And the sky above was a constantly moving tapestry of light.
The music was something ancient and haunting, and truly did sound like the music in Faerie. Not exactly — the melody was the same, but the instruments weren’t. Still, it was close, and breathtakingly beautiful.
The two led Spence to an ice sculpture in the middle of the room and posed him so he looked like part of the display, and then Zander walked Emmy to the dance floor, and they danced.
His hand on her waist was cool and possessive, guiding her through turns that showed off her costume, her body, the diamonds that caught light and threw it back in prismatic fragments.
Other couples swirled around them — vampires with their favorite flock members, ancient beings handling and positioning younger ones with cold, predatory hunger.
Emmy had been told the rule for tonight months ago — no genital penetration of any kind until midnight.
Apparently, in the final moments before the new year, the vampires positioned themselves just outside their preferred hole on their chosen daywalker, and everyone thrust home as one year became the next.
Two hours until midnight, and Emmy couldn’t wait.
The sky’s colors deepened in intensity, and the crowd murmured in appreciation. The music shifted to something with more bass, more urgency, building toward the moment when everyone could finally sate their lust.
They retrieved Spence an hour later, his cock still rock hard, his arms trembling a little after holding them in the dramatic pose for so long. His gaze met Emmy’s, his submission deep, and her heart skipped a few beats.
Hello, beautiful boy, she thought at him.
Ma’am, he replied, the word a caress through the pathway.
They took him to the dance floor, and now the three moved together with Emmy sandwiched between them — Zander’s cool control at her back, Spence’s warm submission at her front while the aurora built and danced overhead.
It wasn’t sunshine, but the sky was bright, and Emmy let herself sink into the moment, into the certainty of now rather than the fear of what if .
Other couples around them were enjoying the denial. A vampire’s hand disappeared between his flock member’s legs. A woman gasped as teeth grazed the skin around her nipple, puncturing the skin. The air smelled of arousal, anticipation, and the unique electricity that came before a feeding frenzy.
Emmy’s clit throbbed with her pulse, and Zander’s cool fingers traced the edge of the crotchless opening, not quite touching where she needed, just reminding her he could.
Patience, he told her.
You’re cruel, she shot back.
You love it.
She did. Gods help her, she absolutely did.
The aurora intensified, with great curtains of light sweeping across the sky in waves of green and violet. The ballroom’s ambient lighting dimmed further until the only illumination came from above, the magical sky painting everyone in shifting colors.
And the threesome danced, teasing each other, building arousal and need slowly, with an intimacy one only gets after learning your partners’ curves and preferences, after shared nights and exchanged control, when surrender and command have become second nature.
At ten minutes to midnight, the music changed to a slower, sensual, otherworldly melody. Couples were openly touching, hands and mouths and bodies pressed close. Emmy watched a vampire go to his knees before a flock member, licking her clit to further tease her.
Five minutes, Zander’s mental voice came clearly into her mind. We should position ourselves.
He guided them to the same dais they’d parked Spence on earlier. The statue had been moved off to the side, giving them plenty of room on a large mattress covered with a pale, icy-blue blanket.
Three security guards arrived with a single box that could hold the tiaras and crown in three separate, velvet-lined drawers.
Once all three were safely put away and, Emmy assumed, taken to some hidden safe, Zander ordered Spence on his back, and then Emmy straddled his hips and leaned back, so her spine rested on the firm plane of his stomach.
Zander stood above them both, removing the velcroed-on pieces that had hidden his cock while they danced.
Around them, the entire ballroom was arranging itself. Everywhere Emmy looked she could see cocks at the entrance to holes, or people very close to it.
And then, moments later, once her asshole was pressed against Spence’s lubed dick, and Zander was prepared to push her onto Spence while impaling her with his own cock, she could sense the entire ballroom right on the edge — frozen and waiting for the exact moment, prepared to bring in the new year in the grandest fashion Emmy had ever heard of.
The aurora swirled overhead, impossibly bright now, ribbons of color dancing in patterns that seemed alive. Emmy had seen the northern lights in Faerie, had flown through them in her dragon form, but this felt wilder and ever-so-much more primal.
Or maybe that was just the anticipation making her nerves sing.
Twenty seconds, Zander telepathed, and Emmy felt him position himself for better leverage, his cock pressing against her entrance without entering.
The crowd began counting down.
“TEN!”
Emmy’s heart hammered against her ribs while Spence’s cock twitched against her hole, desperate to enter.
“NINE!”
The aurora exploded overhead — sheets of green fire rippling across the dome with violet threaded through in impossible patterns.
“EIGHT!”
I love you, Emmy thought at both of them. Both of you.
And we love you, Zander replied.
“SEVEN!”
Everywhere she looked: bodies poised, held back, trembling with need.
“SIX!”
Spence’s hands gripped her hips, not pulling her down, just holding. His breathing was ragged, his need palpable through the pathway.
“FIVE!”
The music swelled, building to an intensity that promised ecstasy.
“FOUR!”
Emmy closed her eyes, tilted her head back, felt the cool air on her exposed breasts, the heat of arousal making her dizzy.
“THREE!”
Ready? Zander asked.
Yes, she and Spence answered together.
“TWO!”
The entire ballroom held its breath.
“ONE!”
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
Penetration.
Everywhere, simultaneously, the entire ballroom filled with cries and moans as the new year arrived and bodies joined.
Spence and Zander pulled Emmy down onto Spence’s cock, the burn of entry sharp and perfect as he filled her ass.
Above her, Zander thrust into her pussy, cool thickness stretching her, claiming her, both of them filling her completely until all she could do was just experience the fullness and overwhelming pleasure.
They moved together, finding a rhythm, Zander’s thrusts driving her down onto Spence’s cock, Spence’s upward movements meeting her descent. The friction was overwhelming, two cocks inside her, stretching her, using her, loving her.
This, Zander thought at them both. This is what we are.
Emmy couldn’t form words, could only feel the fullness, the pleasure building impossibly high, and the love flowing between all three through the telepathic bond like a feedback loop of sensation and emotion.
Around them, the ballroom was a symphony of bodies moving, cries echoing against the dome, and the scents of arousal and blood as vampires began to feed.
Zander’s cool hands found Emmy’s breasts, squeezing, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. Below her, Spence’s cock pulsed in her ass, his control remarkable, as always.
Not yet, boy, Zander ordered.
And Emmy decided to wait for her first orgasm, too, despite the fact she could feel it building and threatening to break free.
The aurora swirled overhead, brighter than she’d ever seen it, the sky alive with color and movement and magic.
Zander’s fangs grazed her throat, not biting yet, just promising. His rhythm was relentless now, cock driving into her pussy with brutal precision while Spence matched him from below.
Please, Spence thought desperately. Please, I need—