Chapter 19 | Sephania
Sephania
I shove Garroway against a stone wall in the darkness, feeling blindly, my hand around his throat. The dhampir goes along with my rough maneuver, smiling wickedly as I lightly squeeze air from his lungs.
He shows no signs of discomfort. In fact, he shows the opposite of discomfort when I pitch forward and slam my lips over his. I take his upper lip in mine, tonguing the inside of his mouth, tasting him. He lets out a small hum in my throat and gropes at my sides while I keep him pinned to the wall.
My tits press against his middle and our body heat mingles. Somewhere outside, footsteps echo as someone makes their way down the hall past the room we’ve fled into.
I know this place like I know my own body.
These smaller rooms off from the main sections of the labyrinth were once rot-houses—punishment rooms of solitary confinement for Grimsons who broke code.
They were also dwellings for the randy slaves to disappear into with each other and carry out their most seductive advances.
As I throw my body on Garroway, my knee finds his crotch, where a great swelling weighs on my thigh. I reach down to guide my hand over the outline of his cock, smiling as I slightly pull back.
Rough hands fall on my arms, gripping me tight, and my eyes bulge—
As Vallan spins me away from Garro and my hand leaves his throat.
I’m twirled into the crushing body of my largest mate, swaddled in his warmth and sheer size.
Even though I’m a tall woman equal to Garroway’s height, Vallan towers over us both and makes me feel small and quaint by comparison.
His hold on me feels dominant and fires my arousal.
“Lot of pent-up energy in those veins, silverblood?” he croons in my ear.
Goosebumps break out along my neck as his words burrow into me, all bass and guttural want. “I want to show you two what else the Grimsons do in the dark here.”
He lets out a small huff. “Fighting and fucking? My two favorite things.” His hand slides down, groping past my middle to the front of my pants. I’m still sweaty and not in a particularly sexy state, but none of that stops my mates, or me. If anything, my dirtiness entices their desires.
Typically, I’m astounded and embarrassed when my mates tell me they can scent me.
After the sparring I’ve just finished, working off the rust of my own skills, even I can smell me.
It’s not a disarming or particularly bad aroma—it’s heady and makes my head spin when it melds with the masculine signatures of Vallan and Garroway.
Vall’s bear paw of a hand glides down my front, dips beneath my pants, and hooks between my legs.
He clutches my pussy and runs his fingers roughly across my seam, making me squeeze his wrist against my wobbling thighs.
I let out a small whimper as his fingers plumb my cunt and grow sticky from my wetness.
Garroway peels my pants down from the back, taking up his subservient role as Vallan readies me for them both. My heart stutters in my chest when Garro brings my pants down past the swell of my wide hips, low enough to reveal my wide, pale ass.
My cub goes to his knees. I inhale sharply when his hands join Vallan’s, reaching between my legs to my front so he can gingerly rub my clit and ignite a firestorm of blessed sensations jolting through me.
“Fuck,” I breathe heavily. My forehead falls on Vallan’s chest. I’m standing but not on my own volition, with his sturdy frame taking up my weight and keeping me upright.
Looking for leverage elsewhere, I handle his cock through his pants before reaching in to get the prize. It takes agonizing seconds for me to haul out his massive dick from the confines of his leathers, and once it’s firmly in my grip the shock of it startles me.
Gripping Vallan at the base, his length stretches past my closed fist, easily able to fit two, maybe three more hands on the ladder of his shaft to wield the whole thing. He and Skar have always shocked me with their size, and Vall looks even more swollen than usual.
His voice is a low murmur in my ear, wordless and needful as I stroke him slowly, lazily. My free hand finds his heavy balls, so full of the seed I find myself begging for anytime we get like this.
Warmth slides over my asshole and my body goes rigid when I realize it’s Garroway’s tongue. My submissive mate is on his knees behind me, fingering my front and tonguing my rear.
My eyes roll and my mouth falls open, my chin trembling. My body shakes from their joint ministrations, and then Vallan lifts my shirt to bare my other large assets.
When my tits bounce down weightily, Vallan hums again, says nothing, and dips his head to lave my nipples with his tongue. He fondles and brings my flesh together, slowly forcing me back until I’m essentially sitting on Garroway’s face.
The dhampir loves it. I can hear the sloppiness of his licking and prodding.
He finds pleasure in the filthiest things, and now I’m stuck here on my tiptoes, stiff and upright as my two delectable mates take what they want from me—one of them on his knees behind me, the other bent forward in front of me while I stroke him feverishly.
It seems my promise of motivation has inspired them to wicked ends. All inhibitions are thrown out inside this dark, cold room without any torchlight nearby. I can’t even see more than a hint of pale cheek or a red eye—we operate on sound and touch alone.
The wetness of Garroway’s tongue. The squelching of their massaging fingers slipping in and out of my sopping cunt. I’m about to come undone and they haven’t even penetrated me yet.
As if feeling my needs inflate, Vallan presses forward, curving his fist-sized cockhead against the bare swell of my belly. His arousal smears across my flesh, white-hot.
“Take me, my big brute,” I beg the vampire, “and don’t be gentle.”
“I’m afraid I can never be gentle with you, silverblood, when you’re so strong.”
I croak, pushing my chin against his shoulder. He hugs me against him and his cock angles between my thighs. The friction of his shaft runs raw against my pussy lips and wets his cock while sending more shockwaves of lust skittering through my body.
A hand wraps around Vallan’s cock, but both of his arms are draped around me and digging into my hair as we kiss and slobber all over each other.
It’s Garroway fisting Vallan’s cock, guiding him where neither of us can see between my thighs. I hear him give a quick lick of Vallan’s cockhead, smack his lips approvingly, and murmur, “Mm, you taste ready, brute.”
Vallan grunts appreciatively in my ear. I pull at his beard, forcing his lips against mine, and melt into him—
As Garroway pushes the vampire’s huge cock into my cunt. As my lips spread to take in Vallan’s tongue, my pussy spreads to take in his cock, and all thoughts leave my body. I’m being attacked in the most delectable way at every angle.
He seats himself inside me, pressing precious inches deep inside, spreading my walls until I feel full and bloated from his size.
My jaw drops and I bite his shoulder through his clothes, unable to stop myself. Vallan’s hands fall on my wide hips, then circle around my ass cheeks and push them together.
Garroway’s tongue flutters beneath us. I’m spilling sticky juices all over his upturned face while he licks Vallan’s balls and my asshole and the nerve-filled space where his cock and my cunt meet.
The dhampir’s work only drives us wilder. I gasp when Vallan rolls his hips forward and pushes himself deeper, curving inside me. He’s fucking me straight-on, and from this angle I can’t move.
When he cups the back of my left thigh and lifts my leg, I’m pleased to find a perch—his hip—to rest my leg. It opens my cunt and allows Vall’s massive length to sink easier inside me, deeper and more filling.
My body jiggles earnestly as he begins to move me with a headier pace.
The slapping and flapping of flesh rings out in the darkness.
My freed tits bounce against his chest, pressing and squishing.
He holds me by my ass, guiding me from the bottom swells of my buttocks, riding me on his cock and using the momentum of my curvy body rather than going into any violent or rough maneuvers himself.
My mind starts to dim, thoughts rushing out of my head as pressure builds like fluid in my brain. I find myself drooling where I’ve bitten him on the shoulder, eyes rolling as he takes and claims me.
Garroway separates my ass cheeks from Vallan’s hold and takes up position behind me. Then Vall lowers me slightly, and I wonder what he’s doing because it feels like I’m going to tumble backward—
Until my dhampir’s cockhead rests against my twitching asshole. I gasp when he slowly sinks inside me, wet and hard and filling.
My jiggling becomes trembling as the sudden orgasm overwhelms me and makes me see bright colors behind the lids. “Oh Truehearts fuck me!”
“Your gods could never fuck you as well as we can, little honey badger,” Garroway says in my ear. His tender fingers wrap around my throat from the back, echoing my sentiments from when this first began.
He’s in my ass, Vallan taking my cunt. I can’t hold on any longer.
The way Garroway controls my breathing, my throat, his warm fingers pressing against my arteries, sends me into a convulsion of pure ecstasy.
I cry out as I come, my throaty voice bouncing off the walls even louder than my flesh bounces between these two men.
They’re throbbing in both holes, plunging and receding back and forth, one after the other, in tandem, in rhythm with each other, with hardly anything to separate them as they take me completely.
I’m stuffed full and groaning wordlessly now. Drooling, coming, twitching, even as the clap-plap-clap of their hips dig into my thighs and legs and rings out in the darkness.
“If I could breed your tight pussy every night until the end of time, I could live an eternity in complete happiness,” Vallan says.
The feeling is mutual.
He grunts when I squeeze my muscles on his cock and clamp around him. The vampire is too big to pull back and I have him leg-locked now with my thigh on his waist and my leg lifted. Vallan’s grunt turns into a growl, a pulsating pressure inside me—
Utter heat floods my pussy with a tingly, warm sensation. I slam my ass back against Garroway as Vallan’s spent cock flops out of my cunt and sends cum flying across the room.
Garro grunts, trying to manhandle the width of my ass and hips against his narrower body and utterly failing because of my urgent need and ample size. My curves cannot be defeated when I want to use them to my advantage.
I start pounding my ass into the dhampir, pushing him against the wall with a loud grunt and moan from his lips. Swinging and throwing my ass back while Vallan spills from my used pussy and drips between my legs.
The cries of our fucking become a one-man show as Garro loses all control of the situation. I smirk now, sweaty and spent but still so needful for my mates.
I recognize it might be the last time I get Vallan and Garroway alone for quite a while, since we’ll be needing to reconvene with Skartovius and Lukain soon.
I can’t think of a better send off than planting my ass against the lithe dhampir charmer as he fucks me silly and brings another climax rumbling through my body.
Mewling, I double over and put my hands on my knees, still trying to beat him with my size and leverage. Except he turns it around on me, digs his hands into the flesh of my ass cheeks, and growls as his cock hilts to the balls in my hole.
I howl and moan, knees trembling, and fall to my knees, unable to stay standing. Vallan isn’t going to help keep me upright this time, standing back to watch with approval as I stagger onto all fours like a bitch in heat.
Garroway bares his teeth in a snarl and rampages my ass, thrusting fast and fleshy and loud. My moans carry through the halls, out the room, and his worrying grunts join the spectacle.
He leans forward, widening his stance to frame his legs over my round cheeks and wide hips, and bears down on me like a madman. His balls clap weightily against my sticky pussy and I can’t hold on, my moans are becoming too needy—
He finally hilts me, stuffing me full with my sweaty ass connected to his hips and belly as his cum spills inside me.
My eyes screw up. I plant my forehead on the cold ground, lifting my ass so he can pull out and spank me once and watch as his essence trickles out of me in a great thick gout.
We’re left heaving. I’m left used and properly fucked, just like I wanted. All the adrenaline from my sparring was sufficiently transferred to this room and these men, and now I can’t even think straight.
“You still with us, little honey badger?” Garroway asks. He wraps himself around me, lowering my ass when I begin to tremble from the effort of staying on my hands and knees.
“I think we need to fuck her stupid more often,” Vallan answers.
Finally, I croak, letting them know I’m still conscious. “Agreed. You nasty fucking men. I need to spar more often, too, if this is the end result.”
Vallan lets out a rare chuckle. “Two things can be true at once, silverblood. Though I doubt Skar or Lukain will let us keep you to ourselves once we reunite with them.”
“That’s why this needed to happen tonight, my big brute.” I finally plop onto my side. I’m filthy on the cold floor of this prison-fuck-cell that’s been repurposed as a tiny bedroom. Now all I can think about is sleep.
I’m naked, spent, and filled. “Now,” I murmur, closing my eyes and twitching with an aftershock from our coupling, “if one of you could watch the door for an hour to make sure we’re unbothered, and the other could wrap me in their warmth, that would be fantastic.”
Vallan grunts.
Garroway takes one look at my prone form, my curves, my pale skin and rolls and muscles hinted at in the darkness, and clears his throat. “Let’s draw sticks to see which of us gets which job, brother. I know which one I want.”