EB Chapter 66: Honeymoon Practice
Vincent
I stand at the threshold, my heart pounding with anticipation as Eva steps into the room, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The dimly lit space, a perfect replica of Sam’s sex dungeon, is a testament to our dedication—iron-bound walls gleam softly under the candlelight, and the faint scent of leather and incense hangs heavy in the air. “Welcome to our playground,” I whisper, my voice low and laced with promise, as I take her hand. Her fingers lace with mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. I lead her deeper into the room, the plush carpet muffling our footsteps, the silence broken only by the soft crackle of the candles.
Sam stands near the center, his presence commanding yet tender, his blue eyes locking onto Eva with a hunger that’s both primal and reverent. Beside him, Brandon leans casually against the wall, his shirt already unbuttoned, revealing the lean muscles of his chest. Eric stands a few feet away, his gaze intense, his hands clasped behind his back as if to restrain his eagerness. Vlad and Bael are near the far corner, their centuries-old poise belying the raw desire in their eyes.
Sam steps forward, his movements fluid and deliberate, as if every step is a dance. He gently presses Eva against the wall, his body close but not touching, his lips brushing her ear. “Tonight, you’re ours,” he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper that sends a shiver down her spine. I watch as her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with an urgency that mirrors my own. She leans into him, her eyelids fluttering, her body already surrendering to the anticipation.
I step closer, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the buttons of her dress. Each one slips free with a soft click, the fabric parting to reveal the delicate lace of her lingerie. Her skin is flawless, a canvas waiting to be explored, and I pause for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Sam kneels before her, his hands gripping her hips with a firmness that’s both possessive and gentle. His lips press to her thighs, his tongue teasing her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
I trace her collarbone with my fingers, my touch feather-light, before leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Her moans intertwine with mine, her hands clutching at Sam’s hair as he nuzzles her inner thigh, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. The room seems to shrink, the air thickening with desire as the others move closer, their hands and mouths mapping her body like cartographers of pleasure.
Brandon’s fingers trail down her spine, his touch firm yet reverent, as if he’s tracing the path of her soul. Eric’s lips press against her neck, his kisses slow and deliberate, each one a promise of more to come. Vlad’s breath ghosts over her breasts, his lips curling into a smirk as her nipples pebble under his gaze. Bael’s hands cup her ass, his grip firm and possessive, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin where her thighs meet her cheeks. My tongue traces the curve of her ear, his whispers sending shivers down her spine, his words a mix of encouragement and command.
The scent of sex and sweat begins to mingle, the air heavy with the promise of what’s to come. I guide Eva to the center of the room, where a plush bench awaits, its velvet surface inviting. Sam positions her on her knees, her ass raised, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. I step behind her, my cock throbbing with need, and enter her from behind, my thrusts slow and deliberate, each one a declaration of my desire.
Sam teases her clit, his fingers circling her sensitive flesh with a precision that’s both torturous and exhilarating. Her head falls back, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender, her body trembling with each stroke. The others take turns, their cocks sliding into her wet heat, their hands gripping her thighs, their mouths devouring her neck and breasts. Brandon’s thrusts are deep and rough, his grunts filling the room, his dominance undeniable. Eric’s touch is precise, his fingers finding her sweet spots with an ease that speaks of centuries of practice. Vlad’s lips leave marks on her skin, his breath hot against her ear, his words a mix of praise and filth. Bael’s hands are firm, his grip possessive, his ancient eyes never leaving her face. My tongue traces patterns on her neck, his whispers sending shivers down her spine, his words a lullaby of lust.
I watch, my heart racing, as Eva loses herself in the pleasure, her body a canvas for our desire. The air thickens with the scent of sex, the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her cries are music, her body a symphony of sensation, each note a testament to the depth of her surrender.
At one point, she’s blindfolded, her wrists bound gently above her head, her legs spread wide as we worship her with our mouths, our fingers, our cocks. Sam’s tongue delves deep into her core, his fingers stretching her open as Brandon thrusts into her from behind, his grip on her hips bruising. Eric’s lips wrap around her nipples, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, while Vlad’s fingers explore her ass, his touch both gentle and demanding. Bael watches, his presence a silent command, his eyes never leaving her face as my tongue traces the curve of her spine, his whispers a mix of filth and devotion.
The climax builds, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to consume us all. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear, and whisper, “This is forever, Eva. You’re ours, and we’re yours.” She opens her eyes, her breath ragged, and smiles, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek. “Yours,” she whispers back, her voice thick with emotion.
The night ends with us tangled together, our hearts still racing, our bodies glistening with sweat. Eva rests her head on my chest, Sam’s arm draped over her waist, Brandon’s hand entwined with hers. Eric leans against the wall, a satisfied smirk on his face, while Vlad and I share a knowing glance. Bael sits on the bench, his ancient eyes gleaming with approval, his silence speaking volumes.
I close my eyes, savoring the moment, knowing this is just the beginning. But as I drift off, I can’t help but wonder: what will the honeymoon bring? And how will we ever top this night? The thought makes me smile. This is my eternity, and for once, I am looking forward to our future.