Page 7 of The Sanguine Selection
A noise jars us as a newborn vampire charges the dais. He’s taken out quickly by a silver-tipped arrow. Another rises from the crowd, fangs descended as he rips his shirt in half and belts out a harrowing roar which dies in his throat as another arrow finds its target. Six more lose their minds at the sight of her, by her tantalizing scent as it permeates the space.
She never once cowers or flinches. Displaying her trust in us completely to protect her from harm.
A thought crosses my mind, how I’d give my life for hers, but I quickly extinguish it. Vampire kings do not think such things, especially regarding their human blood-slaves.
But she is more than that, isn’t she brother?
Corpses of the newly dead vampire are piled around the dais, a reminder of the fate awaiting anyone who attempts to steal what is ours.
Marek and I take our seats in our thrones, my brother pulling Larissa down onto his lap. He extends her left arm and offers me her wrist. I lick at the pulse throbbing there as Marek lifts her right leg over the arm of this throne exposing her cunt. Larissa moans as my brother plays with her pussy and quickly the perfume of her cum has my fangs finding purchase in her flesh and biting.
Her pleasured screams echo and she comes on my twin’s hand, as I suck on her delicate wrist, as her honeyed blood flows over my lips and tongue, unfurling an almost desperate desire inside of me.
“Such a good little slave,” Marek hums approvingly, licking his fingers clean as she catches her breath. I take one more long drink then reluctantly release her from my grip. Marek clasps her by the hips and lifts her to me, passing her as if she were nothing but a wisp of a child.
I turn her to face me and press my face between her tits, strumming my thumbs over her nipples. “I’m going to fuck you now, fill your cunt full of my cock while the entire coven watches. You can come too as loudly as you desire.”
I pull my dick out from my pants, already rock fucking hard. She lifts her lithe body up on her knees, and I align with her wet hole before gripping her hips and pressing her down. I offer my brother her right wrist as I bounce her on my cock, tits swaying in my face. I feel her shudder as he bites, her cunt choking me as I snatch her nipple between my teeth. She gasps as I hold the pert bud like a vice, licking my tongue over the tip there.
She moans loudly, head lolling back. It doesn’t take long for me to come, not with her, not knowing all those eyes are watching, wanting what’s rightfully mine, their cocks and cunts aching too. But this is not the time for an orgasm of this magnitude. I know how euphoric it is, how unaware I become.
“I love you, Mikhail.”
Her words are like thunder in my heart, like poison in my veins that kills me and brings me back to life all in the same moment. All hope of control is lost.
She loves me…
Larissa.
I fuck her with vigor, needing to pull pleasure from her, the screams of ecstasy. I want—no—need her to feel what my lips won’t allow me to say. How much she means to me.
She is more, brother.
She shrieks out her climax, cunt milking my cock as I fist her tits in both hands and squeeze. Her cunt takes all of me as I fill her up. A shadow casts over us and I lift my head to see Marek behind her, naked and ready, cock bobbing impatiently. I reposition her, lifting her ass more for him as he buries himself within her in one quick motion. She mewls, her hot breath fanning my neck as she wiggles her ass against him, trying to find that sweet spot for him to hit.
Marek doesn’t hold back, slamming into her cunt, fingertips digging into her hips hard enough to draw blood. I tug on her nipple and wrench her head to the side, running my nose down the planes of her neck. The pulse in her neck draws me like a magnet and I’m completely unable to stop myself from biting.
Sweet, sweet blood fills my mouth as I take from her as much as I can pull from her veins. My cock is ready again as the blood-lust uncoils inside of me like a venomous snake longing to strike. Marek’s eyes gleam red as he watches, as he fucks her while I drink. His face has grown slack, his eyes glazed in pleasure, his teeth still coated in her blood.
“It’s too much,” she whimpers. But her words don’t penetrate the dense haze of lust fogging my brain. I dig my fangs in deeper, and she hisses in discomfort.
“You are ours to use, kitten,” Marek growls, his usual composure absent. “Everything you are, all you have, belongs to us. And we intend to have it.”
Marek bellows out a roar as he comes, muscles clenching, taught from his position behind her. His monster flares briefly, then he lunges. With my fangs cemented inside her neck, Marek ensnares her shoulder with his own.
I hear a pained cry in the distance, but it has no relevance to me. All that matters is this essence, this eternal fountain from which I drink.
Desire.
Need.
Consume.
Take.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
So thirsty. So fucking thirsty.
