Page 25 of Victory for Vampires

We pass a dozen scenes I’d be thrilled to stop at, but when we reach the altar, excitement riles me. She was right to pick this. It’s so impossibly hot, I can barely stand it.

Attendants for the scene gather a sweating, gasping vampire female and carefully remove her from the stand. When they takeher off, a river of creamy cum drips from her well-used pussy. Her head lolls back as they carry her off stage and down a dark hallway to rest.

I’ve only seen a centaur scene like this once, when we were teens and snuck into a club back home, but it stuck with me.

Valentina spins and places a hand flat on each of our chests. “I live here, so I can come any time. Is there anything you’d rather do than this particular scene?” She jerks her head toward the centaur, who’s watching as another female, a minotaur, ascends the altar and leans over the cylindrical mounting table. He bends down and flips her miniskirt up around her waist, kneeling so he can bury his nose between her ass cheeks.

“Nope,” I pop. “This is it.”

Pietro grins and grips her throat, pulling her closer to him until his lips brush over hers. “This is perfect, Valentina.”

They start making out, and I watch for a few minutes. The grunting of the minotaur female grabs my attention. She grips the round mount, riding it as the centaur male dwarfs her, fucking her hard and deep. He’s massive, and I’m having a hard time imagining him and Valentina fitting.

An attendant moves toward us, drawing my gaze. He taps Valentina and leans into her ear. “You want the potion to take him?”

Her eyes flash white as the second lid covers them. “Yeah.” She’s breathless, expectant, excited.

The attendant hands her a small bottle filled with green liquid. In a flash, she winks at me and unstoppers it, downing it in one gulp.

I reach down and adjust my cock, grinning as I think about her taking all of that male up on the stage. The potion will make it possible for her to do so. It’s a unique concoction created by vampires for vampires. I have no ideawhatother species of monster do if they wanna fuck this guy.

Before long, it’s our turn. The minotaur female stumbles off the stage into the waiting arms of two helpers. Valentina gracefully ascends it and stops before the centaur. He stands, cock erect and dripping. He’s handsome, his horse half covered in a shiny white hide. His human half is sun-kissed and golden. Long blond waves fall around his shoulders. He’s a warrior, though, based on the scars that crisscross his chest, stomach, and arms.

Something about that heats me up. My perfect little delicate woman getting railed by this giant beast of a male.

He reaches for her shirt and slips it off her shoulders. Pietro comes to my side and reaches down, palming my cock.

“I need to be up there,” I mutter. Grabbing his hand, I drag him up the six steps to the platform where the mounting bench is. The centaur doesn’t bother to look at us as he pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside.

I stand beside the bench, facing the crowd, with Pietro at my back.

Valentina’s hands come to her skirt, shoving it down, but the centaur stays her hand. “Leave that on,” he commands.

She throws her glossy hair over her shoulder and waits for him to make the first move. He steps forward, reaching down to pull her up into his arms. Her legs go around his waist as he clip-clops to the mounting bench and sets her down on it.

Someone in the crowd mutters, and I twitch my ear to hear what they’re saying.

“Get on with it!” another male shouts.

My mate is a tease, and this centaur knows how to work a crowd.

He pushes her skirt up. Dark eyes flick to hers. “Show me everything, pretty girl.”

Valentina rocks back onto her elbows, bringing one foot flat on the mounting bench, drawing the centaur’s hungry gaze tothe juncture of her thighs. I risk a glance at the audience. Most are openly stroking themselves or being fucked as they watch her. I reach for Pietro and palm his cock. He’s hard. I bet he aches like I do.

The centaur drops to his forelegs so his human half is nestled between her thighs. Dipping even lower, he brings his nose to the inside of her knee and chuffs. He scents her all the way to her pussy, where he groans softly. Bringing one hand to her belly, he presses her flat on the bench. He curls his other arm around her propped-up knee, holding the top of her inner thigh and spreading her wide.

When he licks a hard, hot path up her pussy and over her clit, she arches on the bench, white eyelid flashing over her ruby eyes.

Pietro presses against me. His hips begin to rock as I slide my hand into his pants and grip his shaft at the base. Valentina cries out, reaching one hand up behind her head, fingers curling as she reaches for us. Pietro strokes two fingers along her palm, to the tip of each finger as the centaur eats her with increasing roughness.

The crowd around us is intoxicating, the scents of blood and pleasure combining into a maelstrom of bliss as orgasm overtakes my pretty little mate. Her screams mesh with the rising crowd and the desperate, huffy grunts of the centaur as his rhythm goes jagged and wild.

I can’t move my eyes from his big flat tongue and scarred lips. Our new bond is awash with pleasure that’s practically a physical touch. Jerking Pietro hard, I pant in his ear as orgasm swirls and eddies in my balls, not quite close enough, but threatening to surprise me out of nowhere.

The centaur rises, guiding Valentina’s leg off one side of the bench. Her chest heaves, nipples pebbled to sharp points as he steps between her thighs and strokes her pussy with a practicedtouch. He leans down, big upper body resting lightly on hers as he brings his mouth to her ear, stroking sweaty hair away from her forehead.

I marvel at the scent of her pleasure mixed with his deep pine essence.

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