by F. E. Heaton
Not wanting to weaken Valentine, she withdrew her fangs and licked the marks on his neck to seal them. Persistent hands grazed her sides and she turned her back to Valentine, sitting astride his knees so his cock was nestled in the crack of her bare backside.
She crooked a finger at Venturi.
He came willingly.
Her eyes dropped to the marks on his neck, now faded scars. They were her marks. They seem to stand out the most from the ones that littered his pale skin. She placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him to her, closing her eyes as her lips neared his throat. She bit down as hard as she had with Valentine and tugged sharply on his blood. Both men thrust their cocks against her, moaning in unison. She drank deep from Venturi, refreshing her memory of the taste of him. His blood was strong. It made her feel a little drunk.
Releasing him before she took too much, she cleaned the deep marks on his throat and placed a kiss on it. Her head spun for a different reason and she leaned back into Valentine, wanting him to carry her away on a sea of bliss and cast her gently into morning so she could sleep the day away, content and sated.
Her eyes opened and slid to the windows. It was getting lighter out and she could almost feel the sun rising. Time was turning against them, but when she extended her senses, she realised that neither man was feeling as tired as he had been. Maybe they could cheat the day long enough.
She moved onto all fours and crawled towards the edge of the bed on unsteady limbs. The twin growls of hunger from behind her made her wriggle her backside and look over her shoulder at them. Their lips were stained with crimson, their eyes dark as they watched her. She slipped from the bed and retrieved her amulet from the table beside the bed. Putting it on, she fastened it and healed the claw marks in her sides before walking back to the bed.
She'd surrendered to them. Now they had to surrender to her.
With a flick of her wrist, Venturi was laying on his back on the bed, his hands bound to the headboard by thin strands of purple magic. Valentine raised a brow at her. She grinned. He knew what she was up to. They'd used her magic to tie each other up before and it was nearly impossible to break free, even with superior vampire strength.
Venturi gave her a frown. She wiped it away by placing a soft kiss to his stomach and weaving a line of them up towards his chest. He tensed beneath her, flexing muscles that made her hungry for him, and looking at her with eyes full of passionate promises.
Straddling him, she rubbed her pussy against his cock and felt it twitch beneath her. He groaned and closed his eyes, his hands becoming tight fists as she ground against him again.
She glanced over at Valentine and smiled when he touched himself.
The idea of him watching them fuck heightened everything, making her hungry to have Venturi inside her. She raised herself and took hold of his cock, guiding it into her slick depths. He slid easily inside, filling her and stretching her slightly as she wriggled to get into a good position. She wanted to make him cum, not caring about her own climax. By the time she was done with both him and Valentine, she'd have her release.
Tightening around him, she smiled when he thrust into her and released a harsh groan. His eyes screwed shut and his face contorted into a look that could've easily been interpreted as pain, not pleasure.
Valentine moved closer to her. She pressed one hand into Venturi's taut stomach and wrapped the other around Valentine's cock. She didn't want either of them lacking some form of attention from her. Lifting herself up, she set a hard and fast pace that had Venturi flinging his head back and growling. She felt him shift and change, trying to make himself last a little longer by slipping into his vampire guise. She clenched around him, thrusting down hard and mimicking each move with her hand on Valentine's cock. He growled at the same time as Venturi did.
Spreading her legs further apart, she took Venturi in as deep as possible, until a hint of pain laced each thrust of his cock into her. She stared down at him, fucking him as hard as she could and thrilling over the way he was groaning and writhing beneath her, his arms twisting as he fought to get his hands free.
She slowed the tempo enough that Valentine was first to cum, shooting thick strands of sticky liquid over her hand and onto the bed. She released him and licked her hand clean, staring into his eyes all the while. He moaned and sat back, and she returned her attention to Venturi, giving Valentine time to recover.
She drew out her movements, making them long and deep as she pressed both of her hands against Venturi's stomach for support. Her hips rotated in a figure of eight and she clenched him tightly when she saw that Valentine was growing hard again. Reaching over behind her, she pressed the tips of her fingers against a point just below Venturi's balls and he roared as he shot his seed into her. She smiled, satisfied as he breathed hard and fast, his face still screwed up and his cock throbbing and twitching inside her.
Getting off him, she released his hands and gave him a chance to recover his scattered senses. He sat up, staring at her with eyes that still held passion, clearly driven on by their roughness.
Cleaning herself up with the towel Venturi had brought out of the bathroom, she gave Valentine a look that said to lay down and he smiled at her. It was a smile that spoke volumes and made her frown. It said he knew something. She let it pass and called the magic, making it bond his hands above his head.
Venturi moved around her, his fingers ghosting over her backside as he did so. She stared at his soft cock, knowing it wouldn't be long before he was hard again. She wanted him to watch her fucking Valentine and when he was bursting with need, she'd relieve him.
Bending over, she pressed wet kisses up Valentine's thigh, licking his length as she passed it. She playfully nipped his stomach with blunt teeth and he tensed. Sitting back a little, she licked her lips at the sight of him. Something about having him powerless like this gave her a thrill she'd never get used to. It was overwhelming, empowering and intoxicating to have him completely at her mercy—a powerful vampire, a lord of his bloodline.
Swallowing hard, she resumed her weaving course up his body, mapping out his flesh with kisses and breathing in his scent. Her eyes flickered to his neck when she reached his chest and she squeezed her thighs together to make the most of the throb the sight of her marks on him had sent through her. He always looked good wearing nothing but those.
She straddled his hips and scraped her nails down his chest. Her eyes widened in surprise when his irises quickly switched to blue and back to green again. He didn't normally react so strongly to her doing that. He smiled again and it made her frown. She got the impression he was up to something.
Grabbing his cock, she position it at her slick entrance and shoved down hard on it, wiping the smirk off his face and making him jerk against her. She didn't wait for him to recover. He was going to last longer than Venturi had, but she wasn't going to last any time at all.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the rotation of her hips as she bounced up and down on Valentine's length, forcing it deep inside her tight channel. She kept herself tensed around him, hoping it would prove to be his undoing rather than hers. His hips rose to meet hers on each down thrust, making little tingles sweep through her and her belly grew tight and hot.
When she reopened her eyes, Venturi was kneeling beside her, watching her closely as he ran his hand over his cock. There was so much fire in his eyes as he wrapped his fingers around his length and began thrusting into his fist. She moaned and her breathing turned heavy and fast as she tried to keep up her tempo of thrusts. The sight of Venturi masturbating while watching her with Valentine was pushing her too close to the edge of oblivion. She loved how dirty it made her feel, the thrill of being watched as she threw caution to the wind.
Her eyes widened and she squealed when she was suddenly thrown on her back and Valentine was on top of her, her knees hooked over his arms. Her initial thoughts about how he'd escaped the bonds were erased as he shoved his cock deep inside her and bent her over. The position p
ut him as far in as he could possibly go and the pain was exquisite, only heightening and making the pleasure more intense. She threw her arms up above her head and surrendered to him.
He sneered down at her, revealing sharp teeth, and her eyes flicked to his. They were vivid blue. The thought of him using all his strength, of taking this moment as far to the edge of pain and roughness as she could possibly take, made her quiver around his cock. She clenched his cock, her whole body trembling and tingling with her orgasm. He didn't stop. He pounded into her hard, fast and deep, growling with effort as he plundered her body. The feel of him inside her, his fingers digging into her legs as he kept her backside raised into the air, had her quickly aroused again, and when she looked at Venturi, she moaned and couldn't stop.
Her hand reached out and Venturi was quick to wrap it around his cock, his hand coming to rest over it as he forced her to masturbate him. The pace of Valentine's thrusts increased, until his hips were meeting hers so fast they drove spirals of pleasure through her that made her eyes lose their focus. His pelvis grazed her clit with each thrust, his arms forcing her legs further apart. She stared blankly, overwhelmed with the feelings of her previous and impending orgasm as they crashed against each other.
Venturi thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock hard into her palm, and she felt the sticky strings of cum on her chest as he came. She held onto him, needing an anchor in this world as Valentine took her out of it. Valentine roared and pleasure ripped through her, every inch of her going slack and trembling beyond her control as she quivered around his cock. He held it deep inside her as he spent himself, pulsing at the same time as her inner walls milked him.
She almost drifted away as he left her, collapsing onto her stomach. She hazily felt them moving her, cleaning her, and then she was pressed between their bodies, wrapped up in the bed sheets. She smiled as the sun called her, her desire completely sated and a feeling of pure contentment washing over her. Wrapping her arm around Valentine, she sighed out her breath as Venturi snuggled up close behind her, both men purring softly into her ear.
* * * *
Prophecy stared wide eyed at Valentine, waiting for him to wake up and fly off the handle at her about the spell and their night with Venturi.
His eyes opened lazily and it took her a moment to realise that he didn't look at all angry. He smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. Maybe he hadn't noticed Venturi yet and didn't remember what they'd done.
"I love you,” she whispered, brows furrowed and eyes searching his.
He frowned at first and then gave her another slight smile. He took hold of her hand and pressed a kiss to it.
"I know,” he said, cupping her cheek.
She frowned, still expecting him to explode. His smile grew wider. Venturi's hand tightened against her hip and he moved behind her.
"I am dreaming,” he murmured and she jumped a little when he palmed her backside. “You seem real. I am gone insane then."
She smiled and held Valentine's gaze, trying to judge whether he was going to get angry with her or whether he was alright with what had happened.
"I am fine. Everything is fine,” he said the words straight into her head.
"Are you sure?” she said back to him, thankful for the bond and the fact she could communicate telepathically with him. She didn't want to offend Venturi with her questions, not after how good last night had felt.
He nodded.
She kissed him and then rolled over to face Venturi.
Venturi smiled at her, a dazed and slightly confused look in his eyes. He was evidently still trying to come to terms with everything. His look became wary when his gaze shifted to Valentine who was now pressing persuasive kisses to her neck. She hooked her arm over behind her and held Valentine to her as he thrust his hard length against her backside. She could feel Venturi's cock against her belly and knew he wanted more of what had happened last night.
"Should he leave?” she said telepathically to Valentine.
"I can live with this occasionally, if it makes you happy. There are no doubts in my mind that you love me, and you are my mate,” he said into her head and then paused. It was ominous and she knew he was going to speak again. He kissed her throat, the place where he'd bitten her last night. “We had actually planned to give you a moment together, but we had not bargained on it going this far, and had not expected the spell."
She smiled to herself, feeling a little awkward about the spell and wondering what would've happened had Valentine's and Venturi's present to her gone as planned without her interference. It was reassuring to hear that Valentine had wanted to give her this moment of shared love with Venturi.
Venturi's fingers kneaded and explored her stomach and breasts, brushing lightly over her flesh and sensitising it. She tingled and ached as his thumb grazed her nipple, making her slick with arousal at the feeling of it and the thought of having them both without the spell.
"I should leave,” Venturi said and disappointment lanced through her.
She caught his cheek before he had a chance to leave the bed, stopping him from moving and smiling at him. He frowned at her, his eyes questioning.
"What's the rush?” she said, giving him her best sweet smile and hoping he'd stay. She wanted to leave this room tonight with both of them on her arm, wanted to drift through the ball on a wave of bliss and love, knowing that she was at last free to openly love them both.
He smiled and it quickly became a grin.
She looked at the curtains. Night had fallen, meaning they didn't have much time before they were expected to be at her second party. She stared at Venturi while her hand settled on Valentine's hip. She wanted them both back inside her at the same time. Tonight's party was going to be more about politics than pleasure and she wanted to have a little fun to help her through the coming hours of boredom and polite talk.
Valentine shifted away from her and sat up, leaving the bed. She didn't ask where he was going. She had a feeling she knew what he was up to.
Lightly running her fingers down Venturi's side, she stared into his eyes, still trying to make herself believe that this was really happening and that she definitely had two lovers now, and both men seemed to be okay with that. He shuffled closer to her and captured her mouth with his, his lips brushing tenderly against hers. She felt his cock press against her belly and she ached over the feeling of it, hard and ready. She was about to see where Valentine had got to when he returned to the bed.
Sitting up, she raised her brows when she saw the tube of lubricant he was holding. Her stomach flipped, turning her insides with it, and she felt a little giddy at the prospect of having them inside her this way. She'd let Valentine take her from behind, but had never experienced dual penetration.
Trying to look confident, she took the tube from him and squeezed a large dollop of the clear gel onto her fingers. She rubbed it over his cock, slicking him up and feeling more and more aroused as her hand trailed over him and she thought about having them both again. Valentine moaned and closed his eyes, and she stared at his face, watching the pleasure flit across it with each stroke of her fingers. Venturi kissed her shoulder and she turned her attention to him. She squeezed some of the gel onto his cock and smeared it around, making sure he was fully coated.
They both watched her and she knew what they wanted to know. She wanted this to feel as good as it possibly could for all of them, so there was only one way it was going to go. She trusted Valentine implicitly and knew the gentleness he always showed her when it came to this act. He would be the one behind her.
She dropped the lubricant to the bed and pushed Venturi onto his back. He stared up at her, a flicker of need in his eyes, excitement about what they were doing. She knew it would feel good for him and Valentine too, that the sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other with only a thin membrane separating them would quickly be their undoing. She only hoped they'd last a little while.
Reaching over behind her, she took hold of Ventur
i's slick cock and positioned it at her entrance. She eased herself down onto it as slow as she could to draw out the pleasure. When he was buried inside her, his hands came to rest on her hips and she made a few thrusts before leaning forwards.
Valentine moved behind her and she closed her eyes and drew in a trembling breath when he slathered the lubricant over her anus, working it in a little with his fingers. She braced herself against Venturi, trying to relax against him as the head of Valentine's hard cock nudged into her. He inched it in slowly, stretching her tight channel. The tiny hint of pain quickly subsided and she wriggled in an attempt to get used to the feeling of them both inside of her. Valentine placed a hand against her stomach and brought her up into a sitting position again. The shift forced his cock deeper inside of her and she bit her lip against the sting of pain.
Waiting, she tried to make sense of the feeling of them both inside of her, filling her up until she felt as though she was going to explode. She raised herself up and Valentine's hands replaced Venturi's on her hips. When he moved her back down, he pulled out of her, thrusting back in and raising her up off Venturi's cock. The feeling of the alternate strokes of their cocks made her head feel light. Each thrust they made into her had all three of them moaning and she breathed hard, panting out her groans as she closed her eyes and tried to keep her focus so it would last longer.
If the pleasure of last night had been maddening, then she didn't know what this was. She trembled in Valentine's arms as he raised her up off Venturi's cock and then lowered her onto it again as he withdrew. As she moaned and tensed around them both, they growled and tightened their grip on her. Tingles arced along her nerves, sending her senses haywire until she wasn't sure whether she was coming or going. She relaxed into Valentine, letting him move her and loving the feeling of their two cocks thrusting into her. Their tempo increased until she was constantly moaning. The sting of pain each time Valentine rammed his cock deep into her anus only made her cry even louder and a tiny part of her mind that was still functioning warned that people would hear.
