Can an evil, blood-sucking demon-spawn who revels in the smell of death and carnage have erotic fantasies? Well, I can't speak for the rest of them, but I most certainly do. My favorite one is where two gorgeous males seduce me into a night-long threesome. I am not talking about a porno-type tryst, where some poor girl has men stuffing dicks into every orifice; being as old a vampyre as I am, mere mortals wouldn't do in my beloved fantasy. I'm talking about two mythical beings doing everything in their power to make me climax over and over again.
But maybe I should start at the beginning...
I came home from a massacre, totally exhausted, to find Marco and Rhys sitting in my living room drinking their usual Tanqueray and tonic. I assumed from the silence in the house that my servants, including my "top-notch" security team, had been sent away for the evening.
On the coffee table in the center of the room was a curvaceous blonde girl, bound and gagged... and deliciously naked. The room itself was lit by hundreds of candles... not my first choice, being that I'm a vampyre and fire is deadly, but I decided to stay silent and see where this was leading.
Marco steered me towards the couch while Rhys drew a black blade from the sheath on his hip. I glanced from one to the other and not for the first time wondered how anyone could mistake them for brothers. I mean yeah, dark hair, dark eyes, but I think it's relatively easy to tell the Italian from the Scot. Maybe it's the fact that I've known them for more than a millennium that helps me distinguish between the two...
Marco was barefoot, dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt, his thick hair tousled like he had just come out of the shower and only had time to hand brush. Rhys was in his trademark black - jeans, boots, shirt - his hair pulled back in a ponytail. Just looking at them was enough to get me moist...
Rhys ran the tip of the blade down the blonde's body, a soft smile on his face. "This sacrifice is to you, my goddess," he purred, then he cut her open from belly to throat. Blood sprayed across the room, and the acrid smell of copper made my stomach churn with desire. I felt my fangs emerge as I resisted the urge to literally dive into the offering. I then noticed that the men were just staring at me, their blood-soaked bodies shaking with a yearning that I believed was for the carnage on the table. I was wrong.
Marco slid my shoes off and began messaging the soles of my feet. As I enjoyed the massage Rhys sat next to me and held the knife to my lips. I grinned at the werecat and opened my mouth, my tongue running across the blade. He smiled back and put the knife down, dipping the tip of his finger in the girl's chest and holding it to my mouth. As I slowly licked Rhys' finger clean, Marco's hands moved up my blood-covered legs, his touch sending chills all over my body.
I moaned quietly as Marco started rubbing my hips, his tongue running up my thigh. My back arched slightly, and Rhys was quick to respond, running his palm across my breasts until my nipples were painfully hard. I took his finger in my mouth again and began sucking as he put his other hand under my shirt and deftly removed my bra. I moaned again as my nipples ran against the silk of my shirt.
This was too good to be true, which is why I was so uncertain about it all. "Guys," I whispered, "We shouldn't..." I reached down and played with Marco's hair as he nuzzled my stomach, his hands slowly pulling down my panties.
"Why not," Rhys asked, not expecting an answer as he tore my shirt open with his claws, "Damn Celeste! You have the most gorgeous breasts..."
He took one in each hand and ran his rough tongue across my nipples. I shivered as his tongue ring brushed across my taut skin.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he purred, "you like that don't you?"
I nodded, my eyes rolling back in my head as Marco ran his fingers between my legs. "Oh yeah, Rhys. She likes it a lot."
