Chapter 30 | Sephania
Sephania
Skar knows exactly what I’m talking about.
A bloody smile slashes across his alabaster face, licking the last of my red essence from his lips in an impossibly erotic way.
“Yes, we both have our reasons, my needy little brat. And rest assured it will get done, until you can’t walk out of this room or think straight. ”
Vallan lightly pushes me forward without a word, forcing me to stumble directly into Skar’s arms. The next moments happen so fast, my head spins at the efficiency and ruthlessness of it all.
Skar catches me and steps aside, using my forward momentum to bend me over the table directly past him.
I let out an “Oof” as I land on my tits and belly, face-down when his hand plants on the small of my back to keep me bent. My head flips sideways and I let out a frustrated huff as he hooks his fingers into my pants and peels them down to my knees before I can react.
Baring my large pale ass, Skar lets out a hum of approval and spanks me hard, eliciting a sharp yelp from the suddenness of it. He spreads me down the middle and smiles in adoration at the sight of my leaking cunt and puckered asshole. “A perfect sight after a grisly night, wouldn’t you say?”
I glance over my shoulder but I’m confused when he’s nowhere to be seen—
Only for the warm wetness of his tongue to press against my pussy as he shoves his face between my ass. He’s on his knees, hands curving around my hefty thighs, and this time I can’t hold my moan back.
The wicked pleasure of it draws a whimper from deep in my throat. I put my forehead against the cold wood of the tabletop to give me some contrast to the maddening heat building with every lick and lave from his expert tongue.
“Fuck,” I breathe. Reaching back, I grab my ass and spread myself further, so his tongue can probe deeper inside me. His nose nudges my asshole and I suck in a deep breath, my body tightening reflexively.
“Loosen yourself,” he orders in a voice that rumbles through my body.
I nod, incoherent from the blast of pleasure that steals me. My hands come up in fists—
Cold palms fall on my knuckles to relax me. I glance the opposite direction. Garroway’s standing there, holding my arms stretched in front of me with a smile on his face. “There, there, little honey badger. You let us take care of everything.”
Gulping past a dry throat, I nod stupidly, feeling my brain get dim and foggy, drifting away.
Skartovius stands once he’s done wetting my pussy, and quickly discards his pants.
I hear the flesh-on-flesh sound of him stroking himself, and then his huge meaty cock slaps down and I groan as it lands between my ass crack.
He guides himself, kissing the entrance of my greedy hole with his broad crown, and he murmurs, “Prepare yourself, love. I won’t go easy on you. ”
“The last thing I want is an easy punishment, bastard,” I whisper. “How will I learn anything that way?”
He chuckles. “Brat.”
His cock rams inside me before I can answer, and my mouth opens on a silent moan. The sound of his hard hips clapping against my ass brings an orgasm thrumming through my veins, and I twitch as he seats deep inside me.
He pulls back and thrusts again, deeper this time, filling me absolutely and stretching my pussy until I’m seeing stars behind my lids when I screw them shut.
My body jiggles, swaying forward on the table from the forcefulness of his bucking hips. “You f-f-fucking—”
“Fucking what, love?”
My words spew out as another climax rides close to the surface. “You impossible-big-cocked-infuriating asshole!”
He laughs, hands falling on my wide hips then sliding inward to clasp my narrower waist. He bounces my ass on his hard sheet of abdominals while his cock drills inside me over and over, so hard that I’m being pushed forward onto the table.
I slide on my belly, off my feet, and let out a yip like a bitch in heat.
The shadows of my own damn legs on the ground stream up from the floor and wrap around my ankles to keep me spread, solidifying as his power takes hold.
Another shadow coils between my legs and nuzzles against my engorged clit, building friction from the touch of the shadow and the side of the table I’m grinding into.
Garroway’s hands shoot off my knuckles when I’m catapulted into a planked position across the table.
I glower at him with a depraved smirk. “Wouldn’t you be better suited on your knees where you belong, cub, eating your master’s ass and licking his balls as he ruins me?
” I can’t stop the filthiness from pouring out of me now.
Not when the sounds of our combined heat and the smells of our sex are starting to cloud the room.
When Garroway’s eyes widen at my dark suggestion, my next question becomes, Where is Vallan?
I don’t need to wonder for long.
My head twists the other way on the table, my cheek squishing on the wood.
Eyes widening, I take in the massive girth of Vallan Stellos just a few inches above my face.
The giant vampire strokes himself with both hands, standing just off the side of the table, and frowns down at me.
“This hole looks open, and is doing entirely too much talking.”
“Then you’d better shut it up, you big brute.”
My smile is what sets him off. It’s desirous, unhinged, and everything Vallan wants in his prey.
The problem is his cock is too fucking big.
It practically unhinges my jaw when the bulbous ridge presses against my lips and forces my mouth open.
All the while, Skartovius rails into me from behind, and there are entirely too many limbs touching me—only two of which are real.
Shadows around my legs artificially keep me spread so Skar can squeeze between my wobbling thighs; Skar’s hands roam over my ass and hips while he slams into me; another shadow caresses my clit and makes me hear colors and see sounds.
I can tell Garroway is on his knees now, behind Skar, by the trajectory of his loud slurping as he feasts on his master’s asshole and licks those heavy balls that are swinging into me with every vicious thrust. Garro derives as much satisfaction treating others as he does pleasuring himself, and it makes me giddy to hear the light groans coming from the always-too-composed Skartovius while his bloodthrall makes him weak at the knees.
All thoughts are fucked out of my head when Vallan finally manages to get that giant cockhead of his past my waiting, widened lips. My eyes roll back, and I’m suddenly staring up at the rafters I felt like blowing through in frustration just a few minutes ago.
Thick inches of cock throb over my tongue and stuff my gullet, pressing to the back of my throat. Breathing becomes impossible, but in this state I don’t need to breathe.
A strange thought comes to me as I’m filled at both ends: This is the first time I’ve had all three of my mates at once.
I suppose I thought it would be, I don’t know .
. . Tender? Special? Something soft, where we’re wrapped around each other on an elegant bed, not knowing where one person’s limbs end and another’s begins?
Instead, I’m treated to this raucous, violent affair, with my ass rippling and body undulating from the backshots of the infuriating vampire lord, my entire throat and airways clogged by his “brother,” and the young half-blood thrall of the bunch adding flair to the entire wild operation.
After all, Garroway’s tongue against his master’s asshole makes Skar throb and pulsate inside me, drawing even more pleasure creeping up my spine.
I can’t handle it for long, and neither can they. Within ten minutes of drilling relentlessly into my cunt from behind, Skar complains in a way that no man ever means as an actual complaint: “You’re too fucking tight,” he grunts out.
I can’t speak or think. Vallan is holding down my head against the table while his cock slides back and forth along the surface, deep into my widened throat.
I’m a toy for his pleasure at this point, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This is punishment in its purest, best form.
His hand gently wraps around my neck and I can feel the protrusion of his cock outlined there—the bloating of my flesh as he works to pump his cum deep into my belly.
Garroway stands and groans, “I’m sorry, Master, but I can’t help it this time.”
“Hmm?” Skartovius hums, lost in the busy work of defiling me beyond belief. I can only imagine the sight he’s seeing as my big ass slams against his narrow hips and frame with every earth-shattering thrust.
Then he grunts, letting out a clipped sound, and I manage to look down my body long enough to see Garroway’s arms appear from under Skar’s, embracing his chest from behind, entirely too close for—
“You l-little impertinent wretch!” Skar groans, and his body twitches as he grows inside me.
Fuck me True. I realize what’s happening. The student fucks the master. While the master fucks me . . .
There’s a sudden carriage train being run in the conference room at Manor Marquin, and no one is left unfucked.
Skar can’t hold on once Garroway stuffs his hard cock inside him from behind.
The vampire lord lifts a hand begrudgingly from my ass, twirls his wrist, and glances over his shoulder where Garroway’s chin is perched in perpetual pleasure.
“Remember what happened last time you tried this without warning, graybird?”
A knot forms between Garro’s brows—
And his eyes bulge as his shadow from the floor writhes up between his legs, coils around his balls, and darts inside his asshole.
Garroway howls as he bucks his hips against Skar, which makes Skar growl, “In the middle of my breeding, no less—fuck!”
He pulls out suddenly and sprays ropes of hot cum across my back and ass, completely losing control in a way I’ve never seen from the ancient being.
He spins on Garroway and grabs him by the throat, slightly lifting him off the ground. I watch in bafflement as the half-blood croaks, eyes squinting, and he grabs at his neck even as his rock-hard cock sways and spits cum onto the floor from the asphyxiation.
Seems Skartovius Ashfen knows just how to take care of his bloodthrall. It comes as no surprise for someone who has owned the dhampir for decades.
Vallan’s cock enters and fills my mouth again and steals any thoughts or sight I might have on the two men. Just as Skartovius’ sweltering cum begins to dry on my backside, Vallan removes his huge dick from my maw, takes Skar’s place behind me, and flips me on the table.
I groan, let out wordless sounds of weak resistance and pleasure as I stare at the ceiling and the dark frame of Vallan Stellos looming over me. Skar’s cum smears on the tabletop as my ass flattens on the edge and Vallan takes the lord’s place.
The brute’s giant cock splits me in two.
I howl as the umpteenth orgasm rocks my body and sends me into a moaning fit.
My hands brace the edge of the desk to combat Vallan’s slow, measured strokes as he cups my jiggling thighs and keeps me aloft.
I wrap my legs around his muscled waist, and the size and weighty speed of him makes it seem like he’s pounding into my fucking guts with how huge he is.
Eyes rolling unabashedly, I’m ready for the punishing vampire to launch his cum into my womb, and I simply don’t care if he does.
But Vallan isn’t as uncontrolled and lost as I am. He pulls out once I become a ragged, writhing mess, and empties his essence across the sweaty flesh of my belly peeking out from under my ragged tunic.
It’s only once the two elder vampires have had their fill that Garro comes slinking in between my thighs. The dhampir can’t handle being left out from my delectable, glistening hole, and he gently hugs me and wraps his arms around my neck before plunging his half-hard cock into my gaping pussy.
“I’m sorry you had to feel the full brunt of us, honey badger,” he whispers in my ear, growing inside me by the second.
“I’m . . . not . . . sorry,” I croak. My arms wrap around his neck to finish the embrace. Compared with the other two, he seems like a normal damned person inside me, and it’s a nice touch—a sweet treat to see me through the night after the heady savoriness of my elder vampire meals.
“I hope we’ve not been too rough,” he murmurs, grinding his body against mine.
I grab his taut ass, lock my limbs around him, and say, “Would you have stopped if I said you were?”
He pulls back, kisses me, and smiles. “I’m not sure we could.”
I match his wicked grin and kiss him back. Vallan and Skartovius watch from the sides, their huge cocks hanging limp between their legs, as if debating whether to stretch and use me some more.
“I know I’m not in danger,” I say breathlessly. I feel his tightness coming on, his closeness. I want to match climaxes with him—my most endearing and agreeable mate because of the cursed human side of him always getting in the way.
“With us? Never, lass. You’re never in danger with us. All we want to do is protect you . . . even if you can test our patience at times.”
His words drown away as I lose myself to the rhythm of his hard hips, my squelching fluids, and my tumbling mind.
I know he’s right. Even if I pass out on his cock, lose myself to the utter pleasure and embrace of these wicked vampires’ combined efforts to punish and defile me . . . I’ll wake with them by my side, always ready to protect me and end anyone who would see harm come my way.