Chapter 17 Use Her As They Please
\[Allister’s POV\]
I stare down at the woman’s perfect ass as her anal walls twitch and squeeze around me. I’m sure that she is in immense pain due to the fact that no lube was involved, but since she had been a naughty girl, I was going to make sure that she remembered to obey.
If I made it too easy for her now, then she wouldn't appreciate it when I gave it to her kindly. She would learn to know the difference between punishment and reward; otherwise, she wouldn't be an obedient little slut when she finally came to Vance and me.
Giving her hips a squeeze, I begin to move, setting the pace for both me and Vance while the woman hisses in pain and pleasure.
“Would you look at that, Vance?" I chuckle, digging my nails into her skin so that blood begins to bead on my fingertips. “She really is a dirty one.”
“Of course she is,” Vance agrees, starting to move along with me. “That’s why she’s fucking anything with a dick. She got so fucking wet when you called her dirty; it's clear she loves it."
His words cause a wave of anger to roll through me, and I slam my dick deep into the woman’s ass, earning myself a guttural moan.
I was sure that the endorphins I injected into her pussy were taking effect, and by this point, she would do every fucking thing that we wanted, even if that meant dying.
“Do you like the way it feels to have two dicks in you?” I growl, beginning to thrust hard and fast. “It’s much better than a single one, which is all those other men can give you.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “It feels so good.”
Goddess, she sounded beautiful, admitting that she liked to be completely filled. I knew since that vision in the club that she would be a perfect addition to our harem, but now that I had her, I was finding that she felt so much better than the others.
It was odd just how fucking good she was making me feel, and from the grunts of pleasure that were escaping Vance, I knew that he was feeling it too.
Maybe it was simply because I hadn’t had a woman who was so fucking tight in a while and that was why, or maybe it was something more. I didn’t care to think too hard about it.
Reaching out, I wrap my hand in the woman’s hair and pull, arching her back just right so that I could bury myself deeper into her while her moans of passion turned into screams of ecstasy that mixed with the sounds of our skin slapping together.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling myself draw close. “I’m going to cum. Do you want me to cum in your asshole or on your back?” I demand, quickening my pace.
“My ass hole,” she pants, tightening her legs so I am trapped in place. “Please cum in my ass.”
“What about me?” Vance hisses. “Do you want me to cum in your slutty pussy?”
“I do! Please cum in me! Use me as your cum dumpster, PLEASE!"
She was definitely gone by this point, and it was about time to feed.
The best time to drink blood was when the one you were drinking from was in absolute bliss. It made the blood taste ten times better and left me with a buzz that I couldn’t even get from the strongest alcohol.
“If the slut wants it, then how can we deny her, brother?”
Letting out a growl, I push, burying myself as deep as I can in her, and then cum, filling her completely before pulling out and watching as her body tenses and then shakes with a massive orgasm. However, we aren’t done here; nowhere near.
Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, I grab the woman by her hips and pull her down on me, then lift her legs while Vance gets up and positions himself in front of her.
Together, we enter her again while my mouth finds its way to her throat, and then I’m biting down so that her blood can begin to explode onto my tongue.
I don’t know what I was expecting her to taste like, but what I’m met with is like nothing I’ve ever had before.
Groaning, I feel myself slipping, getting lost in the pleasure that not only I feel but also hers, until I can’t tell who is who. It’s like we’ve combined into the same person, and our pleasure is one in the same.
‘What is this?’ I hiss internally as my mouth stays glued to her skin and my hips move on their own.
When a low moan escapes Vance, I know that he is feeling the exact same as me, and soon his pleasure also mixes with ours.
The world around us disappears, and all that seems to exist is our bodies moving together. Our breaths are coming out together. And our grunts and moans of passion mix together.
Fuck, I could get addicted to this; it felt so fucking good, and it had been so long since I felt so alive.
‘More,’ I groan in her mind. ‘Feel more pleasure.’
As the words leave me, my hips move faster until they’re going at inhuman speed, so that the woman’s scream goes up an octave and fills all my senses along with the sweet sense of her phermones.
‘Yes,’ the woman pants, starting to move her hips with ours. ‘Whatever you want. Please just keep fucking me.’
Her pleads are both sexy and intoxicating, and before I even realize it, I’m cumming again, but I still can’t stop. It’s like my body doesn’t belong to me, and no matter how dangerous I knew this was, I continued to move. Fucking her, carressing her, and making her scream until finally she becomes too exhausted to continue.
"No more," she pleads when Vane and I continue to move. "I can't..."
"You can," I counter, finally breaking our connection. "And you will."
Not quite having my fill, I continue to thrust until, finally, I'm cumming one last time and the world finally begins to reappear. Only then does the strange trance break, and Vance and I are able to finally break away.
“What the fuck was that?” He hisses, shaking his head to push away the last bit of haze. “Did you…”
“I did,” I confirm, getting up and throwing the woman on the couch, where she lay panting with her eyes closed. “But I don’t know what it was.”
Never in my many years had I ever felt anything like it, despite the many women I slept with. Did this mean that this one was different? And if she was, what did that even mean? I didn’t know, but I would find out.
Lifting my wrist, I take in the time and realize that it is already half past four in the morning, and if we didn’t leave soon, we would end up getting stuck here due to the sunlight.
How in the hell so much time passed was beyond me, but it felt like such a short encounter.
“Soon,” I murmur, doing my pants and fixing my gaze on the woman once more. “We’ll meet again soon.”