Chapter 11 #2
She breathed in, and on her exhale, Zander finally hit bottom, his hips flush against her ass, and he kissed her shoulder with cool lips before he began to move.
And her vampire’s rhythm was brutal from the start, with Spence thrusting up and Zander driving deep, the dual slide building friction like a gathering storm.
Her swollen, aching clit ground against Spence’s groin, and an orgasm coiled tight right off the bat, winding up and up until visceral heat exploded from her core in the first shattering wave.
She cried out, back arching, walls spasming wildly around them both in rhythmic clenches that milked their cocks, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
They didn’t slow. Spence groaned beneath her, his denied cock throbbing with need while Zander’s cool length pistoned with unyielding finesse, the overload turning aftershocks into a fresh build.
The second orgasm hit faster, sharper — a lightning strike from her clit radiating outward, her body convulsing in endless pulses, nails digging into Spence’s shoulders as she keened, the fullness amplifying every spasm until she saw stars.
Still, they drove on. Spence’s hips bucked with frantic need, Zander’s thrusts a cool counterpoint that stretched her anew with each plunge.
This orgasm built slow and deep, friction coiling in her belly like molten gold, her walls fluttering in warning before it detonated in endless waves crashing through her.
Emmy’s screams echoed back to her while her body shook apart in ecstasy’s grip, vulnerability in every quiver as she clung to Spence, and Zander pounded harder from behind.
Spence begged, his voice pained and desperate, “Please, Sir and Ma’am. Please, I beg of you!”
But Zander only told him, “Hush, boy, this isn’t about you.”
And still, the two pounded her relentlessly, and Spence, his eyes now closed, seemed to have taken his Master’s words to heart, making it all about pleasuring her rather than himself, rotating his hips until he stroked over the spot again and again until yet another orgasm crested mercilessly, the dual rhythms syncing into a frenzy with Spence grinding up and Zander slamming home until the overload completely shattered her.
This release ripped through her like a tempestuous wildfire, sweeping through her core until her insides clenched in violent spasms that drew guttural moans from both men, pleasure bordering oblivion.
They didn’t slow, thrusting through her endless waves, the storm raging on in decadent, excessive glory.
The mechanical clock’s gears and mechanisms stirred, its miniature courtier figures in wigs and gowns striking bells in a swelling melody, chimes echoing in a fanfare through the ballroom.
Around her, moans increased and changed to screams — some in pain, others in bliss.
She felt cool lips at her neck, and then Zander’s teeth slid into her, fangs piercing sharp, venom arrowing through her veins in dizzying heat.
The rush hit like a tornado, amplifying everything: the dual cocks stretching her, Spence rubbing slowly over that magical spot inside her now.
Pleasure surged through and she screamed through it, her inner walls spasming wildly around them.
Her entire body shook, heat flooded her limbs, emotions cresting in soul-deep bliss.
And still, Zander drank, consuming her while his venom pulsed pure pleasure through her body. His lips warmed, as did his cock.
When he finally pulled his fangs free of her flesh, he pounded her hard through countless more orgasms, one blending into another. Spence wild under her, both cocks creating heat and friction, relentless pleasure coursing through her.
She heard Zander deny Spence again when he begged, and then, when she was just coming down from yet another magnificent release, Zander went in and held, emptying himself inside her with a groan so deep she felt it as much as heard it.
And Spence, beneath her, still rock hard, his body trembling with need, closed his eyes and gave his own pained groan.
Zander eased out, helped her off Spence, and then the three lay together, tangled in the silk, the Carnivale’s frenzy swirling around them like a decadent whirlwind.
Later, the three showered together, and then Zander dried her and tucked her into bed with Spence, who now sported a shiny stainless cock cage to make sure he couldn’t get hard.
She’d need to talk to Zander about his reasoning for that, but later. Not around Spence.
But then, when Spence joined her in bed, he answered the question she hadn’t voiced.
“It’s okay,” Spence said, the words soft, almost confessional.
“Zander always knows what I need, even if it isn’t what I want.
” He hesitated, then added softly, “My purpose is in seeing to your pleasure, and his. It isn’t about my pleasure.
As long as I can serve the two of you … truly serve…
” His thumb traced the edge where unyielding steel met skin.
“I can wait forever and still feel fulfilled.”
His gaze dropped to the gleaming steel cage that locked him away from himself. “This is … a reminder of that.”
He met her gaze again. “Like I said, he always knows what I need. When he locked me after, when the cage clicked shut, it was relief. A reminder of where my focus is.”
Emmy’s chest tightened. She slid her hand up to rest over his heart, feeling the steady, too-fast beat beneath her palm. “And if we keep you like this for days? Weeks?”
His smile was small, almost shy. “Then every denied pulse, every frustrated throb will be a reminder to focus on the two of you, rather than my own carnal needs. It’ll be proof of why it’s needed, why it shouldn’t come off.”
He lifted her hand to his lips, pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “You don’t have to worry about me, Emmy. I’m not suffering. I’m … full in a way I never was before.”
She searched his face, looking for cracks, for hidden resentment. She found only quiet certainty — and beneath it, a deep, humming contentment that made her own pulse stutter.