Chapter Twenty-two #2
The oldest vampire moved, stepping behind me and pulling me with him until I teetered precariously on my knees, as he pulled me back until my spine was bent and I was looking up at him with my head pulled as far back as possible.
The muscles of my abdomen quivered trying to keep me from falling over, the forced position immediately flooding my body with adrenaline.
“You are the plan guy here,” I breathed out, swallowing with difficulty. “Show me what else besides gentleness is there to experience. Give it to me.”
His hand shoved me forward as he let go of my hair. I caught myself against the edge of the bed with my hands.
“Follow,” Tristan ordered, stepping towards the door. When I made to stand up he made a chastising sound with his tongue that made shame and something else burn hotly in my body. “Crawl.”
My hands trembled as I made that first move towards conscious debasement and placed my palms, then my forearms on the floor, hesitating for only a second before I started to crawl towards the suited back.
“Holy shit, what a sight,” Matthias commented from the side. I faltered for a moment before I gritted my teeth and focused all of my attention on keeping pace with Tristan’s leisurely walk.
He led me to a place just a few rooms down from mine, to what was known as the reading room.
It was a small library (as opposed to the massive one on the third level of the mansion) and the room was designed for the perfect reading experience.
There were reading nooks by the windows and in the alcoves, an electric fireplace shedding merry light, an assortment of pillows and different sitting arrangements. ..
And in the middle of the room was The Chair.
It was one of those antique monstrosities, all handmade, beautifully patterned, sturdy but soft. Tristan had to have caught me looking at it too intensely, as I let my imagination run wild, because he took a seat in it like a king and pointed between his legs.
“Show me what those whorish lips of yours can do, Victoria.”
Maybe if it was another day I would protest that I wasn’t a whore, but today I was still tingling from my last orgasm and the thought of doing anything to jeopardize a chance of having that beautiful long cock between my lips was painful.
Why protest when he was offering me exactly what I wanted and the debasing word sparked a fire inside of me?
I crawled between his spread legs and reached with my hands towards his zipper but I stopped inches away from my prize as something occurred to me. My gaze lifted to search Tristan’s face.
“You are learning, pet,” the arch of his brow spoke of approval. “No hands. Use your mouth.”
I licked my lips then got to my tasks, pushing my face into Tristan’s groin to undo the top button with my teeth.
Surprisingly it gave me less resistance than the zipper I had to deal with next.
The metal took a few tries to grab securely enough to pull the zipper down over the already prominent bulge in the older man’s pants.
I furrowed my brows, determined to get it right, and was finally rewarded with the zipper reaching the lowest point. I nuzzled into the revealed bulge, breathing in the heady scent of arousal.
“You just can’t wait to have it, can you?” Tristan asked. “Let’s see how my cock looks when it’s spreading those sinful lips.”
He pulled his cock out of his silky black boxers and I had to close my mouth to not let the saliva escape.
The long, graceful erection with veins throbbing with stolen blood was utterly perfect.
A heavenly sight. Or maybe a hellish one, as it made the fire in my groin flare into a fiery tornado.
Unsure if I could use my hands for this, I reached out with my tongue, giving a testing lick to snatch the drop of precum gathering at the top.
Once the taste spread over my tongue I groaned and dove in for more.
“Your lips were made for this. For cocksucking,” Tristan said, his voice breathy as I enveloped him with my hot mouth. “Next time you should wear red lipstick so that you can smear it all over my cock.”
I whimpered at the image he was creating and doubled my efforts, taking him deeper until the head of his long cock was reaching into my throat.
“For now, I will satisfy myself with another way to make your lips all red.”
A hand in my hair followed the declaration and, from one second to the next, I found my throat being viciously fucked.
Tristan used a mix of pulling on my hair and lifting his hips off the armchair to invade my mouth so relentlessly he practically fucked the gag reflex out of me.
All I could do was grip desperately at the rich upholstery and keep myself open.
When he pulled me back after a few minutes of this unrelenting pace I was drooling, my eyes hazy, and glistening, the tears in the corners of my eyes a natural physical reaction to being so thoroughly used.
He wasn’t done. Far from it.
“As much as I would like to make you choke on my cum, fill your belly with it until it would be the only thing you could think about when you are hungry, I want to fill your pussy more,” those red eyes looked hard, sharp as a diamond. “Climb up, sweetheart.”
The hand around his cock left no guesses as to what he meant.
I tried to get up from my knees and found two sets of hands helping me. Matthias and Theo were here, watching, and now they were positioning me in Tristan’s lap, putting me on his cock.
Fuck, that was too hot.
A keen made it past my now thoroughly fucked and reddened lips, as the lengthy cock pressed between my folds and found my pussy.
I sank down onto it easily, still wet not only from my own peak but slick with Theo’s cum.
I could feel it dripping down my thighs and I felt a little thrill at making Tristan’s elegant clothes dirty.
Immediately, I used all of my energy to bounce on that amazing cock, letting my moans spill freely from my lips. Soon, my thighs started burning and I felt myself slowing down.
And Tristan was nowhere close to coming.
In fact, when I opened my eyes he looked bored. He lifted a brow at me, nothing more than his breaths coming a little faster to indicate that he was being ridden.
Embarrassed anger sparked deep in me and I did the only thing I could think of to make the aloof vampire react.
I bit his neck.
My teeth barely grazed the pale column of flesh before I was violently pulled back, my hair once more a leash around Tristan’s fist.
I got what I wanted.
Tristan wasn’t playing at being unaffected anymore. His eyes were shining with terrifying light, power rolling off him in waves. My pussy throbbed around his cock and I felt it jerk inside of me in response.
“Are you ready to fuck me properly?” I asked breathlessly.
“Be careful not to bite more than you can chew, little bird,” Tristan said. His voice was so low and rough it caused a shiver to go down my spine.
Slowly, deliberately, he set one, then two hands on my ass, letting the moment of anticipation stretch into infinity.
Then he pulled me up as if I weighed nothing, until only the head of his throbbing cock remained inside of me.
“Ready?” Tristan asked. I nodded fervently only for him to give me a wicked grin. “No, you are not.”
I wasn’t.
Tristan dropped me down then moved me up with speed and strength that could only come from being a supernatural being.
The force behind his thrusts was staggering and made me clutch at him and cry out repeatedly.
It felt like I didn’t even have time to breathe, as the air was pushed out of my lungs each time I was dropped onto his cock.
My orgasm felt like a punch to the gut.
It didn’t even have time to crest before Tristan was wringing another one out of me. His vicious precision and single-mindedness were terrifying. And it was exactly what I had asked for: to have all his focus on me. To be shown the alternative to gentleness.
Tristan came deep in me, his head thrown back and a snarl of pleasure that looked almost like pain on his face. It made me wonder if he was keeping his orgasm at bay all this time through his powers just so he could play with me for longer.
Ruin me better.
I writhed in his lap, gaining a punched-out sound and another spurt of cum before Tristan opened his eyes and pierced me with his gaze.
“Are you enjoying having the cum of two different men inside of you?” he said, letting his voice carry so that I knew Matthias and Theo heard it as well. “Don’t be afraid of the truth, sweetheart.”
“It will be cum of three men soon,” I said cheekily, despite the blush on my face. “Right, Matthias?”
As if he was just waiting for his clue, Matthias gathered me off Tristan’s lap and laid me down in one of the reading spaces I was very fond of: It was a nook filled with fluffy cushions and soft blankets.
Gauzy curtains and fairy lights added to the charm of the space.
I had wondered if this nook was always here but the clues pointed to one conclusion: it was made with me in mind.
Just another gift left for me in the mansion by those wonderful men who didn’t even want credit for their thoughtfulness.
And now, it was time to make more positive memories of the little nook.
“Just lie down and let me do all the work,” Matthias said seriously.
“Oh? You want me to be a pillow princess?” I asked.
“Didn’t we establish that you are our Queen? But yes, I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. Tell me what I can do for you, beautiful.”
“Kiss me,” I blurted out. The previous experiences of the night were wonderful but suddenly I wanted nothing more but to feel that visceral connection between us represented in a soft press of lips.
Matthias gave me just what I wanted and more.
His kisses were full of reverence, as if being able to merely touch my lips was a gift even greater than his second life.
He bracketed my body, making sure not to put his weight on me.
One of his hands dared to reach for a strand of my hair to play with.
I was his whole world and it was intoxicating.
“Make love to me,” I said, then covered my face with my hands, trying to hide behind them. How was this, this , more embarrassing than asking Tristan to fuck me? But the embarrassment was worth it when Matthias gently pried my hands apart and I saw his smile.
“I want nothing more,” Matthias said fervently. “Just... let me take care of you. Trust me.”
I did.
It showed in how I went limp under his guiding hands, letting him arrange me however he wanted until I was splayed on my side with his strong chest behind me. He lifted one of my legs, his big hand secure above my thigh as he sank into me gently.
Even after everything that had been done to me today, taking it from the back from Theo and the wild ride that was Tristan, taking Matthias was still on a different level.
His thick cock pushed between my folds and into my cum-slicked pussy, stretching me, pressing against all those points that brought me pleasure at the same time.
It could have been overwhelming but the gentle pace and the kisses Matthias peppered over my shoulders made it into an infinitely more pleasurable slow descent into bliss.
“This mole over here, at the back of your neck... I want to kiss it every day before we go to sleep,” Matthias whispered just for me.
His hips rocked into me unhurriedly. “And the way your breasts move when I push into you... it’s like everything about you is designed to make me crazy.
I had to wait decades to meet you... but you were worth the wait. ”
Like this, with Matthias’s love shown through words and actions, I let the world around me slow to almost a dream-like state.
The fairy lights and the sheer curtains moving in the wind of the open window only elevated the feelings inside of me.
The lovemaking I was subjected to seemed like something too good to be true, just a fantasy.
But Matthias’s voice and the heat of his cock inside of me were too real to ignore.
His fervent declarations too meaningful to not believe in them.
I shuddered into an orgasm in his arms and when he came in me with a long groan, my name on his lips...
With all three men I cherished inside of me I felt complete.