Fucked by Vampires
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Room five was a small den, lit only by clumps of chunky cream candles set on wooden pedestals. But it was warm and cozy despite the gray stone walls, the stone- paved floor and the lack of textiles.
Ryle shut the door and I heard a lock slip into place.
“Come here, Beatrice,” Aimery said with a decidedly carnal smile.
He stood next to a black leather bench. The surface was padded and at one end it had stirrups, like ones found in a hospital, to hold a person’s legs high and wide.
A tremor ran through me. It was going to be me lying on the bench. That much I knew for sure, and the thought of my legs held up and parted, my pussy exposed, was as exciting as it was nerve-wracking.
“Do not look so worried,” Aimery said, slipping off his suit jacket and hanging it on a coat hook along with his cane. “We will only make you feel good.”
“I know,” I said, my voice slightly shaky.
Ryle slipped up close behind me, twined his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck. “Good is an understatement, we’re going to take you to the extremes of pleasure.”
I tried and failed to suppress a shiver of desire. “Well, when you put it like that,” I said breathlessly.
“But first, drink this.” Aimery passed me a mug of steaming liquid.
“Yes, it will sustain you.”
“What do you put in this exactly?” I asked, staring at its shimmering surface.
“An ancient herbal remedy to keep you strong,” Ryle murmured, undoing the buttons on my blouse. “So drink up, you’ll need your stamina.”
I took a sip, enjoying the sweetness and the way it did make me feel alive and well.
“Good girl,” Aimery said. He slid off his cravat and peeled his shirt over his head, hanging both on the coat hook behind him.
He released his belt buckle and stepped out of his pants, slipping his shoes and socks off too.
As he stooped and bent I watched the way his muscles moved beneath his flesh, all taut and thick, like they were full of power just lurking around for when it was needed.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, after he’d set my half-empty mug aside.
“So are you.” He lowered his head and kissed me deeply and thoroughly. He joined in with Ryle in the removing of my outfit.
I shifted my arms as prompted and wriggled my hips, shed my clothes without once breaking our kiss.
They were both busy touching me. I wasn’t sure whose hands were whose. My breasts were squeezed, my buttocks massaged. One of them slipped a finger between my legs and rotated my clit.
I groaned and felt my body slacken. I wanted the pleasure they’d promised, now.
“On the bench,” Ryle said, his voice a little firmer than usual. “We need you lying down for this.”
Aimery tore his mouth from mine, his eyes were glinting in the candlelight. “Let me help you.”
I clutched his steely biceps as I maneuvered onto the makeshift bed. The leather was chilly but soft on my naked back and bum cheeks. Lying completely flat, I looked up at the dark ceiling.
“You are so giving,” Aimery said, scooping my breast into his palm. “We are so lucky to have found you.”
“And I you,” I said, looking up at him.
Suddenly my legs were raised simultaneously. I glanced downward.
Ryle was standing at the end of the bench, lifting my calves into the long metal supports. As the folds of my labia parted, the air was cool on my pussy and a trickle of moisture traveled between my entrance and my anus.
“So pretty,” Ryle said, touching me gently on my perineum. “And so wet for me too,” he said and stepped away, licking his finger. “Mmm, let me choose the perfect toy.”
“Toy?” I asked.
Aimery was sucking my left nipple. The sensation of his tongue tugging and pulling was affecting my ability to think straight.
“Yes, toys,” Ryle said. “Ah, here we go.”
There was a rattle and out of the corner of my eye I saw him dragging a stool and a small trolley to the end of the bench.
“Just relax and enjoy,” he said, scooting my arse to the very edge of the cushioned leather. He then sat so his face was level with my wide-open pussy. “I’m going to prepare you, Bea, for all the pleasure we have in the future.”
I dropped my head back, my heart was thumping, my breaths hard to catch. And they’d hardly touched me yet. Would I make it through extreme fucking with two men? No, not men, vampires.
I could only hope that I would. For there was no turning back now. Hell, I didn’t want to turn back.
Aimery stopped kissing my breast and raised his head. He cupped my cheeks and stared down at me, unblinking.
I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.
Ryle was licking my pussy, his flat, cool tongue spreading my juice and darting into every crevice and fold. His mouth on me felt heavenly, firm but soft, teasing yet enough to give me the stimulation I craved.
I gripped the sides of the bench, digging my fingertips into the leather.
Aimery moved to the top end of the table, scooped his hand under the nape of my neck and supported my head.
There was pressure in my pussy. Ryle was penetrating me, his long, hard fingers flexing at the perfect angle to rub my G-spot. Oh God, it was so damn good.
I bucked my hips for more.
He gave it and repeated his hungry laps on my clit. As a gurgle of approval lodged in my chest, Aimery rested my head back. Down and down it went, well past where I thought the the bench was.
Through my lust-fogged mind I realized he’d removed a section. My neck was hanging low, my head tipped.
Directly in front of me his cock bobbed. I inhaled deeply, caught his rich scent and the tang of arousal, his and mine. Fuck, this was intense. I was raised high at one end and dipped low at the other.
“I want you to take me down your throat,” Aimery said in a tight but calm voice. “As deep as you can. Until you can take no more.”
“Yes,” I said, licking my lips, desperate to taste him. Take him deep, yes, I could do that.
Ryle strummed my clit harder with his tongue. I squirmed and raked myself again st the dance of his mouth. He was building me up so fast.
“Open up now.” Aimery cupped my cheek and held my jaw as I parted my lips.
His cock was there for the taking and I gobbled him in greedily. Like the rest of him, his shaft was cool and the skin as hard and smooth as a sheet of metal. As he sank in, salty pre-cum landed on my tongue and I relished my first taste of him.
I forced myself to focus, he was traveling in so deep. The way he’d extended my neck meant I was a clear channel for him—my mouth, throat and gullet set in long alignment.
“Breathe steady,” he said, tightening his grip in my hair.
I tried my best as he slid in deeper and lodged so completely his soft balls nudged my nose.
Instinct was to pant and gag. What with Ryle’s ministrations on my clit, I was reaching a feverish state. But I forced myself to concentrate and not panic around the bulky invasion and I breathed slow and steady through my nose.
“That is it, perfect.” Aimery’s voice was still tense but gentle too, as though he didn’t want to frighten or overwhelm me.
I wasn’t frightened but I was certainly overwhelmed. Blood had rushed to my downward-hanging head, tingling my scalp and creating a pressure in my forehead. My pulse crashed in my ears and I was a little dizzy.
“You’re taking Aimery’s dick beautifully,” Ryle said. “Damn, it’s making me so hot watching you two. I can see the outline of his dick pressing through your throat.”
I was sure he could, I could damn well feel it, but I couldn’t say as much. Aimery slid out so just the ridge of his glans sat on my lips. I quickly pulled in a deep lungful of air.
“Are you hot for us?” Ryle asked.
Hot, I was ready to combust. I managed one tiny nod. “Good,” Ryle said. “Now it’s time for this.”
Aimery sank deep again. I felt his long, low hiss of pleasure breeze over the exposed skin on the upthrust column of my neck. When he hit maximum penetration, his shaft filling my mouth and sitting thickly on the very back of my tongue, Ryle slid a finger into my anus.
My legs jerked in their confines and my tight ring of anal muscle clamped around his finger with a noose-like grip.
But through the new, shocking sensation, gratification burst within me. I shut my eyes tight and let the bright flashes of color—reds, purples and vivid orange—draw me into a spiral.
“Ah, yes, that’s it,” Aimery said, releasing one hand from my head to scrape and pinch my nipples. “Let Ryle show you the way it’s going to be for us.”
The surprise of being penetrated there was soon drowned by the exquisiteness of having Ryle ease a little higher, then he added another lubed finger, carefully, gently.
I moaned deep in my chest and let the tension ease.
But not for long.
A sudden sharp, shooting pain in my arsehole caused my whole body to jerk of its own volition, tension pouring back into me.
Aimery slid almost out, allowing me to gather myself while I rode through the painful pleasure Ryle was subjecting me to. The experience of being stretched, opened by scissoring fingers ever increasing their V shapes, required some concentration. Nerve endings I didn’t know I possessed were being awakened but despite the burn, I wanted more.
I thrust my hips up, seeking Ryle’s clever mouth on my clit. I didn’t get it.
“Oh yeah, you love this, Bea, don’t you? Your arse is just swallowing my fingers up.” He gave a soft chuckle and withdrew.
I groaned at the loss but the noise was cut off by Aimery slipping his cock deep into my mouth. Instead I kind of gurgled around him, which elicited a moan from Aimery as the noise vibrated through his shaft.
“Time for this,” Ryle said, excitement lacing his tone.
I heard something rattle on the metal trolley.
The attention on my clit increased, I was pretty sure it was his tongue and not his fingertips. As a delicious, mounting heaviness caused my pussy to clench, a cool pressure eased into my anus again.
It wasn’t his cock—it was tapered, like a cone. Pushing, unrelenting, shoving up into my arse higher and higher and with absolute determination.
Slices of sharpness whipped my most delicate hole as the base width increased. But inside me the most exquisite fullness and density bloomed. I arched my spine, jabbed my hips up and then down, wanting to escape, needing more. I was convulsing on the table, my whole body desperate for it, hungry for the entire penetration and the wild ride to release.
“Fuck her,” Aimery said harshly. “Ryle, fuck her. She needs it, now.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Ryle said darkly.
I sensed him moving, standing perhaps. Whatever was so rudely invading my rectum had reached maximum penetration. Every part of my channel felt chock full, stretched to capacity. I was preparing for one almighty orgasm. Ryle’s tongue had been wickedly good at building up my climax and now my clit was throbbing and bobbing on its own, even without stimulation.
I was sucking on Aimery so hard my cheeks ached and my jaw pained me. His grip on my hair was sore but I just added the sting to the maelstrom of other new, weird and wonderful sensations buzzing around inside of me.
“Get ready to take me as well,” Ryle said.
For a split second I wondered what he meant, then I was aware of the head of his cock at my pussy.
Oh fuck, he wants inside me too.
The thought utterly thrilled me.
If I could have shouted “now” I would have, but my mouth was stuffed full of Aimery’s cock. He was pistoning in and out, on the brink, pre-cum had mixed with my saliva making my cheeks bulge with fluid.
“Now,” Aimery gasped.
A full-body shudder besieged me as Ryle drove in, fast and hard, just like he had before. There was no preamble with him. When he wanted to fuck, he just buried deep.
My toes curled, my spine bowed. His balls crashed into my ass and against whatever toy sat inside me.
“Ah...yeah...” he yelled, guttural and unrestrained.
The seam between my arsehole and pussy entrance was stretched taut, as were my insides. My strained channel contracted against his steel-cold shaft. I’d never known filling like it, and with Aimery also balls-deep in my mouth, I truly felt possessed, owned by them.
I was in heaven.
Need twisted within me. The need to explode and find release. I let go of the table and gripped Aimery’s wrists. He picked up the pace to match Ryle’s wild fucking. I was being jostled in all directions, totally out of control. What they wanted they took. My body was theirs.
The heat in my pussy was beyond flames, and the cauldron of desire in my pelvis was about to blow its lid. My orgasm was there, waiting to be claimed.
A growl ripped from Aimery. Animalistic and feral. I knew what he needed; it was what I wanted too.
I raised my arm, the delicate underside of my wrist facing him. I wanted him to feed from me, take blood from my wrist the same way the submissive vampire in the dungeon had.
He grabbed my arm in a vise-like lock. A sharp, biting pain sliced through my skin and my orgasm toppled me into freefall.
I jerked and bucked, meeting Ryle thrust for thrust, the bliss seemingly endless as he pounded against my clit and steamed in and out of me. The sounds of panting and glugging, bodies slapping together, was a storm in my ears. I was wild and high and getting catapulted higher with every hot draw of my blood.
A sudden wild roar, like a man being murdered, filled the room. Through my spasming haze I realized it was Ryle. “Yeah, fuck, I’m going to bite you too.”
White-hot needles of pain stabbed my right breast. The heat was as intense as any fire. It boiled and raged through me, adding fuel to my orgasm. Swirling me into the most intense experience of my life.
Aimery was so hard in my mouth and the devil in me ditched breathing altogether to suck on him furiously. Wrapping my tongue around his shaft I rolled it wildly against his thumping flesh.
The heat in my wrist intensified and shot straight to my cunt like an electric shock. Semen flooded my throat, cool and briny, and I swallowed, surprised by how easy the liquid went down despite my upturned position.
My arsehole was contracting and my pussy pumping around Ryle’s cock. My climax had turned my whole body into a flare of bliss that was growing rather than dulling. I was as scared as I was ecstatic. I needed someone to catch me.
Suddenly the heat in my wrist faded. But my climax didn’t. Wave after wave crested through me. Ryle wasn’t letting up with his frantic thrusts or greedy guzzling. My right breast was an inferno, but it didn’t hurt, despite the heat and the breaking of my skin; it just added to the wonder of the moment and my spin through sub-space.
Spent, Aimery pulled out, cupped my nape and lifted my head.
I sucked in much-needed air, snapped my eyes open and stared down at Ryle latched onto my breast. He was sucking, his bliss apparent as his back arced in sharp crunching movements and he forged his cock into me over and over.
I let out a wail of desperation as my orgasm pulled me over another even higher ledge. I was approaching meltdown, my heart rate reaching dangerous levels. The thickness in my arse, the stiff cock in my pussy and the relentless bashing of my clit was taking me to another dimension.
Suddenly Ryle released my breast. He butted in so deep my legs almost came out of the stirrups and if it wasn’t for Aimery behind me, I would have been shunted off the table.
“Yes, yes, fucking hell, thanks to the Master,” Ryle yelled.
An icy blast filled me, washing over tissue besieged with ecstasy.
I scrabbled for his shoulders, dug in my fingers and watched as a drop of my blood balanced on his bottom lip and then fell and landed on my wounded breast.
“Oh God, Ryle,” I gasped. I was in wonder at the expression on his face. It was a mixture of both agony and rapture. “Keep coming with me.”
“I am,” he groaned, screwing up his nose and shutting his eyes, another cool flood burst within me. “Oh, it’s just too fucking amazing.”
He gave one final shove and I realized that my own, uncontrollable release was beginning to abate, as was the heat threatening to set me alight.
I might survive this after all.
“Ah, sweet Beatrice,” Aimery said, lodging the section of bench back beneath my head so I could rest my neck down. “You are so generous with your blood and your body.”
“I wanted you to have it,” I said, panting wildly and staring up at him.
“It’s the most amazing flavor,” Ryle gasped, tipping over me. “Taste it.” He pressed his lips to mine and the intensely metallic tang of my blood seeped onto my tongue. It just tasted how blood tasted when I bit my lip by mistake, but I was happy to have his kiss.
“It’s like a mixture of cassis and blackcurrant.” He paused to pull in a deep breath and grinned. “Like a hot summer night where all your fantasies come true.”
“But most of all, it gives us the one feeling we don’t have,” Aimery said, pushing hair from my sweat-damp forehead. “It makes us feel alive again.”
“Good, I’m glad.” My words sounded slurred even to my own ears. I shut my eyes, and a black-velvet cloak of utter satiation enveloped me. I was aware of Aimery kissing my forehead and my pussy giving a final contraction around Ryle’s shaft. My arse still felt bloated and stuffed full.
“We’ve worn her out,” Ryle said, his voice distant and echoing.
“I knew it would be too much,” Aimery answered, his breath cooling the perspiration on my face.
“No…I’m fine,” I managed, then yawned. My heart was slowing, my pulse less loud in my ears. The warmth flooding my body was like the finest brandy and Ryle’s chest pressing over mine was a wonderful blanket.
As I closed my mouth, I gave into the denseness of my exhaustion. Let darkness wrap around me and carry me into a deep and dreamless sleep.
My final thought was that I’d been fucked into unconsciousness.
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FUCKED BY VAMPIRES is an excerpt taken from BITE MARK, a full-length bestselling paranormal erotic novel. Search 'BITE MARK BY LILY HARLEM' on Amazon to enjoy all of Beatrice's kinky adventures with the blood-sucking, hot-fucking vampires who love and crave her. And when you've finished, there's more with the sequel CLAW MARK that you won't want to miss!