Vickie spasmed. The ecstasy of the vampires’ bites and the pleasure of Damien’s tongue licking her pussy crashed together. She bucked on the mattress as her orgasm burst through her. She gasped and shuddered, her hot juices flooding into Damien’s hungry mouth.
Damien drank them down, spiced by her blood. He loved her moans and cries. His dick ached so hard. He was ready to fuck her. He had feasted, satiating one hunger. He had another that craved her innocent flesh.
Damien rose and seized her hips. “Time to lose that innocence, slut.”
“Yes, take me, Master.”
Abigail rose, her cheeks bulging as she held a mouthful of blood. It sheeted down her chin and neck to her pale breasts and stained her dusky nipples. The blood glistened as she straddled Vickie’s face and ground her pussy on the thrall’s mouth.
Vickie didn’t hesitate. She tongued through Abigail’s cunt. Damien smiled and leaned over his thrall as he rubbed his dick against her bloody pussy. Abigail seized his head and pulled Damien in for a kiss.
They shared the thrall’s sweet blood as Damien thrust.
The blood poured down his throat. He groaned into his wife’s coppery kiss as his dick slammed through Vickie’s hymen. The virgin’s moans were muffled as she thrashed and shuddered beneath the two vampires, her pussy stretching around Damien’s girth.
He savored defiling her. He had corrupted almost all his women. Her cunt clenched down on his dick. Her bloody thighs gripped his hip, smearing her life against his body. She humped against him, her body craving more delights.
“Fuck the slut,” moaned Abigail when she broke the kiss. “Cum in her untouched depths.”
Damien fucked Vickie hard. He slammed his dick into the depths of her pussy. She could take it. She was a thrall. Already, the oozing bites decorating her breasts faded, leaving only the drying blood behind.
“Fuck her,” Abigail hissed. “Every time you slam into her cunt, she moans into my pussy.”
“You better make her cum hard, slut,” Damien ordered. “Make my wife howl.”
Abigail’s eyes rolled in her head. She smiled. “Mmm, yes, that’s it, whore. Dig my tongue right through my pussy. I haven’t felt a woman’s mouth tongue me since Lynette.”
Damien almost stopped thrusting. “What?”
“Once,” she groaned. “Before we really were dating. Oh, yes, lick me like Lynette did. She made me cum so hard, but it scared me. I didn’t want to think I was into girls, not when I was hot for you, Damien.”
Damien thrust hard again, picturing his wife and her best friend in high school writhing together. Lynette had been a beautiful creature before Vincent turned her into a vampiress, but she disappeared in the aftermath of his death. Abigail had hunted for her friend but never found a trace of Lynette
“Damn, I wish I had seen that,” groaned Damien.
“I bet you would have liked the both of us in your bed,” gasped Abigail. “Ooh, the old me would never have done that. I never wanted another woman to enjoy that cock.”
“Fuck,” Damien growled. “I’m going to watch you make love to all my women.”
“Over and over.” Abigail arched her back. “Yes, yes, you fucking slut. Lick my twat. Oh, yes.”
“Cum,” Damien growled.
Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as she thrashed on Vickie’s mouth. Her blood-stained tits heaved and her moans echoed through the loft. Vickie shuddered and drank down Abigail’s tart juices. Damien drank in the sight of his orgasming wife.
Such a radiant beauty.
“Cum in the slut,” gasped Abigail as she writhed. Her fingernails dug deeper into his flesh. His blood trickled. The pain shot down to his dick, building the pressure.
He fucked Vickie hard, savoring her tight embrace. Her heat burned through his cock. His balls tightened. The vampire snarled as he grew closer and closer to cumming. Abigail bucked a final time, then smiled as her orgasm passed. She leaned against him, pressing her sticky tits to his chest. Her lips found his ear.
“Cum in the slut. She wants it. She needs it. Give it to her.”
Abigail’s tongue licked his ear.
Damien hugged his wife tight as he thrust into his thrall. His balls erupted. His cum pumped into Vickie’s virgin depths. The pleasure boiled through him as he held his wife. He had won her back from Faust.
And now he would kill that bastard.
Vickie gasped and moaned, her pussy milking the cum from his cock as she came. Damien savored the bliss and sank his teeth into Abigail’s neck. The flood of her blood made his final blast of cum shoot rapture through his body.
“We’ll kill him together,” Abigail promised with a low whisper as he was gripped by his orgasm.
“Yes,” he growled.
To be continued…