by J. L. Ostle
“Are you sure about this?” Caspian asks me.
“I am. I want that dream I had the first night I was on this bus; I want it to become a reality.” I have to squeeze my legs together to stop the ache that is already starting to build.
I watch as Rush walks toward me, his eyes looking into mine, before he kisses me. His hands span my waist, pulling me into him, his dick pressing into me. He kisses me slowly, taking his time, his tongue exploring mine.
Rush’s fingers start playing with the hem of my tank before I feel a body press against my back, a set of hands lifting up my shirt, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I turn my head to see Slate; he gives me a warm smile before his lips are on mine. Rush kisses my neck to my shoulders.
Fingers entwine with mine, and I open my eyes to see Caspian, his eyes black. He starts to pull me slowly down the hall until we reach the bedroom. I climb on the bed, pushing myself until I reach the top.
Slowly, the guys start to undress. I hug my legs to me, watching them take off their shirts, revealing perfect bodies; their abs are so lickable.
It’s when they pull down their pants that I see four cocks looking at me.
Four cocks.
Zeke comes to the left side of me, leaning down to kiss me, his fingers moving to the clatch of my bra and releasing my breasts. I then feel two sets of mouths on my nipples: one licking, the other sucking.
I feel hands glide down my thighs until they reach the top of my yoga pants, and they are pulled down, along with my underwear. I gasp when I feel fingers sliding into my wet folds. I look at Rush and Slate on either side of me, my nipples in their mouths.
Caspian has his mouth on my pussy, teasing me. He looks up, his eyes looking at me hungrily before he hums in appreciation. Zeke starts kissing my neck to my collarbone, before his mouth is back on mine, and he is stroking my hair, laying me down.
Hands and mouths are touching me everywhere; it feels so good I never want it to stop. I whimper when Caspian stops, but then I moan when I feel him enter me. His dick thrusting inside of me, my nipples being played with, it’s so much pleasure I could scream to the world.
“Let me taste you,” I breathe to Zeke. I see his dick jump; he kneels on the bed, and I sit up, Rush and Slate not letting me go.
Zeke takes hold of his dick, stroking it slowly then guides it to my mouth. I take him in as much as I can, sucking on his head, then working my way back down, hearing him groan, feeling my pussy ache more for a release.
I feel my first orgasm rising. I suck hard until Zeke roars, his cum sliding down my throat before he slips out of my mouth and I scream my release, Caspian joining me. When he slides out of my pussy, he kisses my thigh, before he starts kissing up my stomach to my neck, his mouth finally on mine.
Rush takes Caspian place, his dick sliding between my folds, teasing me, the head of his dick stroking my clit before ramming inside me, causing me to scream, before Caspian covers my mouth with his again. Zeke kisses my breast, before he starts nipping, his fangs appearing, scraping along my areola.
Rush lifts my ass, taking no mercy in fucking my pussy. Even if I wanted to suck someone else off, I couldn’t since I can’t stop moaning, my release hitting me so hard my eyes roll back. Rush keeps going until he reaches his climax. He pulls out, his forehead presses to my stomach before planting a gentle kiss and steps back.
Slate sits at the bottom of the bed, and he pulls me so I’m straddling him. I kiss his chest, my fingers trailing over his abs, his body shaking a little at my touch. He enters me before his hand glides up to my chest and pushes me back so I am laying back down, but my legs are wrapped around him. This angle is so intense.
I don’t even last ten minutes before I am screaming my next release, and my body is drained. But, at the same time, I don’t want to stop. Feeling of them worshipping me, kissing me, feeling me everywhere. I want to do this every day.
Slate kisses up my stomach until his lips are on mine, before stepping back.Zeke trails his fingers down my arms, down my stomach until he moves between my legs, his eyes traveling over my pussy, his fingers spreading all the juices we have created; he takes hold of his dick—it is rock hard instantly—and he starts rubbing along himself at the same time he plays with my folds. His dick hovers above my entrance, and I feel his head against me; I think he is going to enter me, but he doesn’t, he leans down and takes my clit in his mouth, pressing three fingers then four inside, stretching me.
He sucks hard, his fingers hitting my G-spot; it’s too intense, and I am arching off the bed, pleading for him to enter me, to make me come, but he doesn’t. When I get close, he slows down, leaving me on the brink.
Caspian, Rush, and Slate take turns in kissing me, in kissing my neck. I want more. I want them to climb inside me. I have my fingers in my hair, pulling before letting go and fisting the sheets.
Screaming in pleasure, feeling four sets of hands on me, I know what I want. What I need. “Bite me,” I order them. In my dream, when they bit me, I knew deep down I wanted it from the very beginning.
They all stop, and I whimper, my fingers moving to my clit, continuing the work. I am so close; I need to come again.
“What did you say?” Slate asks me, his eyes on my fingers, watching me.
“Bite me, do it,” I pant.
“I don’t think you…”
“Please, bite me, I need it, I need you.” I look at them. “Do it now!” My orgasm is rising.
Rush looks at my breasts, his fangs appearing, and when I feel his teeth break into my skin, I scream, my hand moving through his hair, holding him there. Caspian bends to my neck, planting a kiss, before he bites down. My eyes open wide, the intensity of it making me crazy and lightheaded.
Zeke bites my inner thigh, and I scream my orgasm when I feel Slate bite the other side of my neck. I am writhing on the bed, my pussy grinding against nothing. Zeke lifts his head, my blood dripping from his lips when he enters me.
The guys continue drinking from me; Zeke thrusts inside me like a madman. I feel like I’m being pushed back and forth. Zeke bends down, biting down into my stomach. When my next orgasm hits, all the guys stop, lifting their heads, looking at me. I see my blood covering their lips.
My body feels drained, but I’ve never felt so content.
I feel like I’m flying.
“Petal, are you okay?” Slate asks softly, stroking my hair.
“We have to do that again,” I giggle, and he chuckles along with the others.
“Heal then we can talk about doing it again.” He kisses my lips before lifting the blanket, covering me.
“Stay with me for a little bit, all of you.” I yawn, sleep starting to take over. The guys all climb into bed, and I sigh.
I know now that they own me; I think they always will.
Chapter Twenty
Ivory
I wake up the next day feeling like a million bucks. I smile when I think about what the guys and I did yesterday. By the time Emz arrived, I was passed out to the world.
Having sex with four very insatiable vampires, and them feeding off me does take it out of you. I lost count on how many orgasms I had.
I have just gotten dressed when I hear my phone ringing. I look at it and see Emz’s name pop up. I look at it, confused; why would she be ringing me if she is in the living area? I smile, answering it. “You are really calling me while you’re in the next room?” I laugh. “You miss me that much?”
“What are you talking about? I’m not in the next room.” I hear the confusion in her voice.
“You are; you’re in the living area with the guys.” I open the door and look out, I hear her giggling, but then I look at my phone, wondering why I didn’t hear the giggle through the call.
“Ivory, I’m at home. I’m only calling because I haven’t heard from you, not even a text, all week, which isn’t like you,” she sighs.
I know the guys are probably listening to me, and I don’t want to add suspicion; this cou
ld be a joke. “Can you FaceTime me?” I wait for her to do so, and when I accept it, I see Emz’s face. “Can you point around your room?”
“Ivory, what’s going on? You’re starting to freak me out.” She shows off her kitchen at home where she lives. My body turns cold; if that’s Emz then who have I been hanging with all week? “Ivory you look like you have seen a ghost; what’s going on?”
I don’t want anyone to hear me. I close my eyes and hope my gift can do as I will. I just hope it works; I know my gift is more than what I first thought, and I know it affects supernatural beings. I’m hoping it means that it stops supernatural beings from hearing me. “Emz, there is someone on the bus who is pretending to be you,” I say, panicked. “I have been with her all week; I have shared a bed with her.” I tell her everything from the day the fake Emz appeared on the bus.
“There is someone pretending to be me?” Emz’s eyes go wide. “Who the hell is pretending to be me?”
“I don’t know, but whoever it is knows everything about me and the band now; I have filled her in on every single detail of my life.” I sit on the floor.
“Oh crap, okay you need to go out of there and find out who the bitch is. How could you not tell it wasn’t me? Come on, there can only be one Emz.” She sounds offended.
“Why would I question you? I saw you here, and I was over the moon. It was nice having you around, or rather, who I thought was you…” I pause. “I haven’t seen her eat,” I yell, then cover my mouth. “I haven’t seen her eat. She, you, you know what I mean, said she was on a diet.” I feel so stupid. She kept probing; I should have figured out that it wasn’t Emz.
“You go out there and you put that bitch in her place. She might be after you, to hurt you or the guys. Go out there now. She is probably supernatural, and she won’t be able to hurt you.” She is right.
“Stay on the phone.”
“Hell, I’m not going anywhere; I want to see what the girl looks like.”
“She looks like you, Emz.” I shake my head.
I open the door, and I slowly start walking toward the living area. I see her playing Black Ops with the guys again; she is smiling and laughing. I swear you wouldn’t think it was anyone else. She looks at me, giving me a warm smile.
“Holy shit, she looks just like me,” Emz says on the phone, saying what I’m thinking. Well, so much for my big declaration.
The fake Emz stands and looks at the phone in my hand. “I thought we made sure your phone was taken care of,” she says.
“Oh please, it’s called getting a new one. I can’t live without my phone; it’s 2018 bitch,” real Emz yells at her.
“Ivory, what is going on?” Slate asks, standing.
“This isn’t Emz. I don’t know who she is, but it’s not her, this is Emz.” I lift my phone so the guys can see Emz in her home.
“Who the fuck is this?” Rush stands in front of fake Emz, glaring down at her.
“Oh Rush, always the dramatic one.” Fake Emz smiles at him. “I was enjoying myself so much; too bad that it had to end so soon.” In a flash, fake Emz turns into Rick, and I jump back.
I was sleeping next to him; he could have done so many things to me while I slept. “I know what you are thinking. Even in your sleep, I couldn’t touch you; don’t worry. It’s like your body knew.”
“But I hugged you.”
“Because you allowed it for those moments. Thanks for catching me up with your life since you started working with the band; it was quite enlightening, especially you fucking each of them. That was a good listen,” he mocks, and I feel my cheeks flush.
“What the hell are you trying to pull? You are breaking your own rules; she is ours remember?” Slate stands next to my side.
“Well, I was thinking about that, and I don’t like not having what I want. So I have decided to change the rules. I am here to take her; she is coming with me.”
“Like hell, I will. I would love to see you try.” I cross my arms, standing my ground.
“I knew you weren’t going to go easily. I was hoping looking like Emz would persuade you to eventually go on a little trip with me, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen.” He walks over to the booth and sits at the table. “Good thing I have a plan B.”
I feel the bus shaking. I grab hold of the wall, steadying myself. I look out the windows, seeing we are floating, and then everything goes black before the bus lands on the ground with a huge thud.
“Where are we?” I see candles everywhere outside.
“This is where the council meet for judgment. I thought it would be fitting for you to see it.” The bus magically disappears, and we are standing in the middle what looks like a cave.
I watch Rick take a seat at a throne, smiling, feeling like he has won.
“We are leaving.” I grab hold of Zeke and Caspian’s hand, but I am pulled back. I see them all get thrown outside in broad daylight “No!” I scream. I run after them but Rick is on my tail.
“If you want to save them…” Rick starts, but he stops when he sees the guys standing there. They don’t look like to be in pain; the sun is starting to set, but they aren’t burning. “How are you doing this?” he asks me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. I don’t feel like I am doing this, but I must be. I run over to them, tears falling down my cheeks seeing that they are okay.
“Ivory, are you doing this?” Slate comes to me, holding my face in his palms.
“I don’t know; I must be, right?” I look at all the others, who are watching the sunset. Seeing them in this light, I see how pale they really are.
“You really do have a gift.” He smiles at me.
“How sweet, but I’m not finished yet,” I hear Rick’s angry voice. The guys once again are dragged back into the cave. I run after them, holding onto Caspian’s hand then Zeke’s, getting pulled along with them until I fall. I watch them get pinned against a wall.
“They aren’t going anywhere, dearie. You can leave if you wish, but if you do, they will die,” he says matter of factly.
I look at the guys, and they are trying to free themselves, but I know it will be impossible. “I don’t want them to die.” Tears once again fall, but this time in sadness.
“Good choice.” Rick claps his hands, and I see a line of people walk in. They are all differently dressed: a few in rags, some young girls in pretty dresses. “This is my collection. Certain gifts that are rare, and I do like rarity.” He sighs happily, looking at each of them like they are possessions, items, not living breathing people. “Claudia,” he calls out, and I see a girl with short blonde hair wearing a white dress come forward, her head bowed.
She walks close to me, looking into my eyes. She whispers that she is sorry before she waves her hand down my face, and she steps back. I look down at myself, but nothing happened. When I look on either side of me, I see Sean and Mazy; they look confused, wondering why they are here.
Claudia walks over to Rick, whispers something to him, and then goes back in line, bowing down, not making eye contact with me again. “Ah, very nice, so we have Sean, you liked him when you first saw him, wanted friendship, but too bad he hates fang fuckers. That’s what you call, it isn’t it?” Rick asks him, and Sean looks at him in confusion.
“What am I doing here?” he asks. He looks at me, at the guys pinned against the wall behind us, and then I see the fear in his eyes.
“You are here to see if Ivory can save you, save either of you.” Rick then points at Mazy; I look at her, and she is shivering in fear. “Who do you think she will most likely save? The girl who was fascinated by you or the guy who phoned the council about your so-called lovers fucking you.” I look at Sean; it was he who brought Rick into our lives. Courtney and Nicole probably mentioned me, but Sean could have put the final nail in my coffin “Do you feel good about your chances Sean?” he laughs.
“I want to go home,” Sean whispers.
“You can if she saves you. That’s the only way either
of you will be leaving here.”
Sean looks at me. “Please,” he begs.
I have to keep these two people safe. I feel my heart beating so fast in worry. I take hold of Mazy and Sean’s hand. “Don’t ever let go of my hands, no matter what,” I tell them.
“You can save us?” Mazy asks me in hope.
“I hope so.” I feel her fingers entwine with mine, squeezing tightly.
“How cute is that? I can feel that she cares more for you. That she is still attracted to you.” Rick stands, walking over to her, looking her up and down. But she keeps her eyes on the ground.
“Leave her alone,” I say sternly to him.
“I like how sassy you are; let’s hope it’s what keeps you alive.” He sits back in his seat. “Okay try and save them.” He claps his hands again.
I see four women all in long body-hugging black dresses walk in. They look like Morticia Adams from the Addams Family. They form a circle around us and start humming, and I feel this force try and hit us. My gift forms a bubble around us, like a force field; I see their magic trying to break it. I close my eyes, gathering my strength. I feel Sean and Mazy hold my hand tighter. I finally look up, and I see this red light surrounding us, trying to hurt us, but we are safe.
“I guess you’re not as powerful as you thought ladies,” Rick says and the women bow, standing in a corner. “I guess we need to find a suitable punishment for you all later.” He looks at them. “Next,” he shouts.
I see two very attractive women walk in, well, saunter in, wearing nothing but red lace underwear, their breasts on show. They approach Sean and Mazy, the ladies making panting noises, licking their lips; they are trying to seduce them.
They glide their hands down to their covered pussies before pushing them inside. “Join me, be with me.” They breathe over and over, lifting one hand for them to take. I see each of them being tempted, like they are being hypnotized, then I look at the girl’s eyes and see they are fiery red.
I look at their eyes. I keep looking at them, and then I jump when they ladies scream out in pain. I see blood pouring from their sockets, down their faces. Whatever spell they held on Sean and Mazy is now broken. Rick stands, his eyes looking angrily at mine.
