They held me by my arms, leading me into the bedroom I vacated just moments ago, though it felt like hours. My pulse screamed through my body, fear and sexual arousal warring for dominance. Would I die tonight? Would they fuck me, and then drink me dry? Would these two Elite males turn into monsters and tear me apart?
Stefan seemed far more aggressive than John. I choked on a crazed giggle because I honestly didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
“Are you all right, Sandy?” Aw, my sweet Sheriff is concerned for me. He squeezed my arm, and noticed that I had removed his carefully applied bandages.
“I need to go to the bathroom, John.”
“Oh, of course. It is right there.” He pointed to the door in the corner, then dropped my arm. Stefan held on a bit longer letting his fingers trail down my arm to my hand before letting me go.
Though a crushing anxiety in my chest threatened to suffocate me, I had to move. Drawing in a ragged breath, I left them, stumbling to the bathroom with a drunken swagger. I felt their eyes watching me, every faltering step, every jiggle of my naked buttocks, every frenzied beat of my heart enflaming their savage appetites.
After using the toilet, I gazed with longing at the shower. How I would love to take a refreshing shower before giving myself to them.
“John?” I stood just inside the door, hesitant to open it just yet.
“Yes, Sandy, I am here.” No surprise there.
“May I take a quick shower? Please? I would like to be fresh and clean for you and your friend.”
No comment from the other side of the door.
“John?”
I jumped back as the door flew open, the quick current of air caused by the speed of the moving door spilling my hair into my face. John stood there holding a fluffy white towel, an unopened bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. I stared at his offering through the screen of my dirty hair.
“Take it Sandy. We are waiting for you…” He pushed the towel into my hands and backed out without another word. Stunned, I stared down at the bundle for a moment before I came to my senses, put the towel on the rack and took the soaps into the shower with me.
It felt great to be clean. Embarrassed now, thinking of the time I spent with John already in this filthy state. The best part of the shower though—the towel. Glorious that I no longer walked around nude. Yeah, the towel afforded little protection but every little thing mattered to me now that I’d been stripped of everything. I had no control. They held my life, literally, in their hands. I couldn’t trust John to protect me from Stefan, nor the opposite. They stood united and I felt like a Thanksgiving turkey right before the holiday carving.
Wrapped up in my towel, I hopped on the vanity, not wanting to leave the room and face them just yet. With my lust faded into a simmering tingle deep inside my breasts, the fear returned twofold. John brought me here to feed off me, no doubt about that. And Stefan’s first thoughts were also to take my blood. Hell, I heard him tell John to go ahead and kill me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and just sleep, then maybe when I awoke I would discover this entire episode was nothing more than an awful nightmare.
Voices from my nightmare, I heard them through the closed bathroom door. One of them laughed, a deep intoxicating rumble that sounded so ordinary that I could picture it coming from a father as he read a bedtime story to the kids. Unfortunately for me nothing could be farther from the truth.
I froze as the doorknob turned and the door creaked open as if a gentle breeze pushed against that smooth surface. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that it was only the wind knowing all along that it was not. The silence swelled, and the air in the room grew too thick to breathe. I cracked my lids to see an immortal God standing in the doorway.
His rigid ribbed cock drew my attention and held it. I couldn’t look away. John’s penis was huge, but Stefan made me think of Clydesdale horses. No way in hell that thing would fit in a human body, just no way. My jaw dropped and I probably look like a stunned fool. All at once, I just didn’t give a damn. Now I knew I had to escape or I would die, impaled on that enormous meaty pole.
He stood there, waiting for—something. I tore my rounded eyes away from his groin and with trepidation, inched my gaze up his body. Enticing pattern of black hairs sprinkled above his erection, trailing up to his navel. Flat, muscular stomach and delicious broad chest, rounded and sculpted from countless repetitions with weight lifting equipment. Barely any hair there and I relished that. His small brown nipples stood out and appeared reddened as if someone had pinched them moments before.
I hesitated, not wanting to meet his eyes.
Stefan lifted his arms, holding them out to me. “Come on sweetheart, come to Daddy.”
SIX
I thought I would swoon when he stepped into the shrinking room and scooped me off the counter. I clung to him, my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His horse-sized cock bounced beneath me brushing my ass cheeks with each rebound and it seemed to stretch even beyond that. It scared me and my damn towel fell off as he carried me.
Pressing my face into his shoulder, I didn’t want to see what awaited me in the bedroom. Whips and chains? Odd bloodletting torture devices? My imagination ran wild.
Stefan kneeled and tugged at my arms to make me turn loose. His body felt wonderful in my arms and he smelled incredible, so sweet…ah it was that butterscotch smell again. So that was the Elite scent. Butterscotch. That just blew the legends all to hell. They smell nothing like the grave. Instead, they exuded candy, edible luscious sweetness. I couldn’t wait to find out if that massive dick tasted like candy too.
Softness beneath my rear end. I opened my eyes to see that they had placed the mattress on the floor. John reclined on the edge of the sex mat, naked, his legs crossed at his ankles. As soon as Stefan released me, John grasped my calf and pulled me over on top of him, my head right by his rock hard penis, his face buried between my legs. He drove his tongue into my heat and I bit my bottom lip to hold back a scream.
His tongue went wild flicking my clit and diving into my pussy. I could not hold myself still but then Stefan moved in to help. He straddled John’s legs, brushing his dick against John’s as he lifted my shoulders and bent to kiss me. He drove his tongue into my mouth as John ate my pussy with frenzied motions of his incredible tongue. The scream came, muffled by Stefan’s lips against mine, as my orgasm ripped through me, tearing my sensibilities away and removing the last restraints of my moral character. I could scarcely bear such a powerful sensation.
“Lie down and relax, little girl.” Stefan seemed to enjoy treating me as a child, but I didn’t care. He lifted me off of John’s face and slid my satiated body to the mattress beside them. It shocked me to see him cover John’s body with his own slightly larger one and kiss his mouth as he had mine.
“Hmm. You do taste good, Sandy.” He smiled at me and turned back to John, running his tongue over John’s chin where my juices had flowed. I watched as he ground his massive dick against John and my own sexual appetite returned hundredfold. My clitoris throbbed and I could swear that my entire womb convulsed inside me.
The two males stroked each other, pumping their dicks with fisted hands in some crazy secret sex game. Then as if sharing thoughts as well as body parts, they stopped and turned to me. John leaned back on the mattress again and pointed to his cock as it seemed to call for me with subtle spasms.
“On your knees, honey.” John pointed again to his throbbing cock and spread his legs. I moved to obey in an instant, crawling to him and taking his dick into my mouth. The ribbed sides felt strange, but delightful; the butterscotch scent wafted from his groin as well. I took all of him into my mouth that I could and even pushed myself to take him into my throat then I bobbed back up and sucked hard on his head, holding the base with my hand and pumping it as I saw Stefan doing to him earlier.
I grunted in surprise as I felt another warm mouth on my pussy. With his hands, Stefan spread my lips and found my clit then he sucke
d as hard on me as I did on John. The liquid pain burned into me and flushed my loins with glowing passion. His teeth nibbled and he sucked again. I imitated his motions on John, raking my teeth across those smooth ridges of flesh on the sides and top of his cock.
Stefan scooted under me and hooked his arms around my hips, moving with care so that I never broke the rhythm I had going on John’s penis. I sucked the head, swirled my tongue around the Elite pleasure lines, then buried my face in his soft curls to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. I increased my speed and John moaned. I almost missed Stefan’s kiss on my inner thigh but then I felt the sting of his fang teeth and he lapped at the wound, and then sucked at my flesh for his blood meal.
With his fingers, Stefan manipulated my clit, pinching me, and then with delicate strokes, he pushed his fingers deep into my pussy.
John held my head still with both hands.
“Don’t move…” As distracted as I was by Stefan working my sex, I failed to notice John’s balls drawing up and realized he wanted to postpone his ejaculation. With very slow movements, he pulled his dick from my mouth.
Stefan had licked the bite wound and then turned his tongue back to my throbbing pussy. I had never been so wet and I feared that I would make a puddle on the mattress beneath us. Large fingers drove into me, two, then three of them, rapid fire banging and then withdrew. I felt the cool wetness on my asshole and scooted away.
Not far to go with John right in front of me. Stefan took hold of my hipbones and pulled me back to him. John nodded at him and he took my wrists into his hands, pulling my arms until I fell forward. Stefan sat up and raised my ass farther into the air. Again he drove his fingers into me and smeared my juices in my crack, his fingertip pressing against that forbidden area again. This time I couldn’t move at all. I didn’t want this invasion.
His invading fingers did just that. Wet with my slippery lubricant, he shoved his finger into my anus. Stefan’s fingers hurt more than John’s—must be bigger. He stroked me slow and steady, then faster and harder. I relaxed as much as I could. It didn’t hurt as much then. John let go of my hands and rolled over to his side.
Stefan pulled out his finger and also rolled to his side, then he slid his hand under my arm and pulled me against him, my face in his chest. His enormous tool waited just outside my pussy and before I could cry out, he slid his cock into my dripping sex. It felt like he had just crammed his fist into me. With slow movement he pulled back out, the ribbed part of his dick caressing my vagina as it moved within me. What awesome pleasure that ribbed area brought me.
John cuddled against my back, his skin sliding across mine with sensual grace. He pushed his hands between my legs and I felt his fingers enter my pussy beside Stefan’s dick. Then those wet fingers moved to my anus and entered. Stefan slid back into my wet sheath at the same time. The double assault sent me spiraling into a rolling orgasm and I bit down on Stefan’s nipple, my pussy shuddering on his ramming pole.
Removing his finger from my ass, John moved away.
What a relief that he left that area but then he returned and slid against my butt once more. He spread my cheeks with his hand and something else touch my nether region.
“No.” I started to protest when Stefan rammed me with more power than ever, several times and then slowed to a crawl. The backdoor invasion began. Stefan pressed my face against his muscular chest so I couldn’t protest. John’s slick, lubricated dick slipped into my anus. I reacted by instinct, tightening against this foreign object in a place it did not belong. Terrible pain. Dots of black behind my eyes as the pain swelled and traveled through my gut.
“Relax, honey.” His whisper in my ear followed by the cool mist swirling around inside my head.
To my surprise, I did relax and the roaring pain faded to a dull ache. He inched in farther and farther still. Stefan moved also sinking himself in my wetness as his partner crammed himself in my other orifice, beside him. They fucked each other as they fucked me. I knew they could feel the other dick so close by. John moved again, retreating then pushing in and to my astonishment, I felt yet another climax building. Both men increased their speed. Alternating between pumping in and pulling out, they established an exhilarating rhythm as they double fucked me.
“Oh my god.” I screamed into Stefan’s chest as the orgasm took my insides and wrung them out. I saw colors, brilliant colors, as I lost my mind to the ecstasy. My heart skipped a few beats then started again as the pulses continued. Wave after wave of pleasure rode through my body.
John increased his speed, ramming into me without impediment. Moments later he groaned and spilled his Elite seed deep inside me. He stopped fucking me but didn’t pull out of my ass. Stefan turned into a mad bull at that moment, his huge cock tearing me apart inside and he also came with a guttural roar that massaged my face as I lay against his chest. Fluid ran out of my body and I hoped it was not blood. I couldn’t look, sandwiched between the two of them.
John pulled out first, in one swift motion. He patted my backside with his hand then turned to lie on his back. Stefan kissed the top of my head and ran his hands through my damp hair, then to my astonishment, he hugged me, a great big bear hug.
“Thank you, Sandy. You are an amazing woman.” I didn’t move, couldn’t form words to answer him. A lump formed in my throat. How silly. It was not like he just confessed his love for me. That, I know, will never happen between a human and one of the Elite. They thought of themselves as higher beings and I imagined that these two would be hunted by their brothers for consorting with the likes of me.
Regardless, I threaded one of my arms around his chest and hugged him too. Stefan kissed the top of my head again and rolled away from me, dragging his deflated dick with him. We didn’t speak, just sprawled on the mattress trying to control our panting. The cloying scent of butterscotch filled the room. I could grow accustomed to that as well. I loved lying between these two very virile males. If we could just move past that one little problem—the sharp teeth.
Almost as if he knew my thoughts, Stefan rolled to his side and cupped my breast in his hand, staring at it as he licked his lips. He twisted my nipple in his fingers and I gazed up at him, praying that he would not take it further. He lifted one eyebrow, telling me without saying a word that he was going to do it no matter what.
He did. He bent his head and pulled my breast into his mouth, suckling for a moment before he lifted his lip and eased his fangs into my flesh. This time, I knew that he did his best to be gentle.
“Hey, save some for me.” John saw Stefan stealing my blood and he followed suit, taking my other breast into his mouth, slicing my nipple with his sharp incisors.
I fed my two Elite men at once. They cuddled with me as they sucked on my breasts, removing my blood at a slow rate. Oh but it felt divine to have their simultaneous attentions. Stefan reached to my mound and stroked my clitoris as he suckled my breast.
“Oh yes…” I whispered, but he heard and continued his exploration. He soaked his hand in my pussy, then stroked my clit with his slick finger, harder and harder as his suction on my breast increased. John felt the excitement and he too sucked harder on my nipple. Again, the building tension in my loins, grew and grew hotter as he flicked my clitoris faster and faster.
“I can’t take it, I can’t.” Tears slipped from my eyes as I exploded yet again with convulsive shudders. I had no idea the human female could climax so often and so hard. I could almost swear that I had wet myself.
The blood loss began to affect me. My head swam and my heart beat increased to a rapid inconsistent patter. I tried to push their heads away but I hadn’t the strength so I just rested my hands in their soft hair and sank into the mattress. I weighed no more than one of the feathers in the discarded pillows.
SEVEN
Desiccated, my eyes—so dry that I didn’t know if I could open them, my lids permanently bonded to the orbs underneath. I had no clue about my location, just knew I reclined in comfort, though
horrible thirst burned my throat. The buttery sweet scent of the Elite wafted strong in my nostrils. After a few minutes, I managed to drag my eyes open. Dark, this room, and I saw only outlines of the furniture within. I stretched out on a bed, but this time, one with sheets and a comforter—and looking to my side—another occupant.
I had no idea how I ended up here or with whom I shared the bed. Not enough light to see and he faced the opposite way, but by his aroma, I knew him to be one of the Elite. Was this my sheriff? Easing the covers back, I sat up. The room morphed into a sinister merry-go-round and my head buzzed. I fell back on the pillow and groaned. Nausea churned my stomach. I had to fight back the sickness and get away. Already I had lost far too much blood.
Again, I tried sitting up and hung my legs over the side of the bed. After a few minutes, my head cleared enough that I thought I could stand. I flexed my sore muscles to leave the bed but at that moment, a powerful hand clamped to my arm, pinning me down.
“Going somewhere?”
John’s husky timbre. I sighed but didn’t answer him. No need really. What could I say to my captor anyway?
“Stefan brought you some juice. Drink it. You’ll find it on the table beside you.”
Ah, juice. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted something wet. Groping in the dark, I found the glass and downed its contents in one long gulp.
“Good girl. Now lie back down and get some sleep. You need your rest.”
“What does that mean?” Alarm bells rang in my head.
“Just get some sleep, Sandy. You aren’t going anywhere, so why try my patience? I have to work tonight and I also need my rest.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my stomach, pulling me to him until we lay like spoons in his big bed.
“You wore me out last night.” His decadent voice by my ear. My face flamed, remembering his anal invasion. Too bad I couldn’t forget that part…and how much I enjoyed it. He laughed again, a soft sound that made me tingle.
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