As vampires start, it starts with a feeding.
It starts when Mel gives a bleeding wrist to Viktor, who had probably had his fill for the night by the look of his clothes. Mel’s deep red gown is quickly untied and before she knows it, she’s unbuttoning Viktor’s blood-soaked clothes, dragging her nails softly behind Jayce’s ear. Her darling boys. If anyone ever dared to touch them, she’d raise hell.
It creeps up on her. A want, a craving, a hunger so intense it consumes her. It’s not blood, it’s them she craves. Mel kisses Viktor’s bare neck, drawing Jayce closer, she kisses the juncture at his shoulder where she used to find a pulse. She kisses openmouthed, her fangs digging softly in his skin. Viktor moans loudly, inviting.
Oh, what’s a blood orgy among lovers?
“Say you want it, Viktor.”
Without missing a beat, he cries “god, yes, please!”
Her fangs dig and the sweet, cold blood fills her mouth, not in a rush as the woman’s had been, but a slow river pouring honey down her throat. She runs a hand down Viktors bare chest and wishes to see him with less clothes. She laps the blood clean as the bite heals itself under her tongue, and Viktor shakes with a moan.
Mel turned her head to Jayce —looking at them with blood still dribbling down his chin from their meal dying on the sheets, eyes dark with desire—, she beckoned him closer until their lips met over the dead body. Jayce’s lips still taste of fresh blood and Mel enjoys running her tongue down his lips, biting softly.
She pulls away then, leaving Jayce to deal with Viktor while she checks for a pulse. The young woman at their feet was warm enough to confuse someone, but Mel pushed her out of the bed with ease. Taking the time to throw a couple of pillows to the side, she reclined down —legs open, a tingle in her thighs where a pulse would have been— and watched them kiss.
Viktor does away with Jayce’s clothes after a lot of fumbling, his hands still shaking from Mel’s bite. Mel smiles to herself. No matter what happens outside of this room, she’ll always have them, and that’s all that matters.
Viktor and Jayce kiss openmouthed, Viktor’s hand running up Jayce’s arm to close around his neck and Jayce whimpers in anticipation. Instead of squeezing, Viktor put his mouth on Jayce’s throat and bit down, drinking from him until Jayce moaned. Mel’s left hand drifts to find her own pleasure rubbing her clit while they drink from each other in a grotesque, yet alluring show of thirst.
She doesn’t need to call on them because she knows the exact moment they get a clue on what she’s doing. Watching them always turns her on, but now, as they both turn to look at her with matching feral, lust-darkened eyes, her undead body warms with desire.
As usual, Viktor was the first to take the initiative and crawl to her, kissing the inside of her knee, the corner of her hips, the plains of her stomach, until he almost draped himself on top of her. They kissed with abandon, a feeling similar to the hunger that links them together forever. They kissed so long and hard, that Mel forgot for a minute about her surroundings, until she felt Jayce’s lips leaving reverent kisses up her calf, the inside of her thigh, making her shiver with anticipation.
Viktor moved to the side for a more comfortable position and Mel leaned on him, exposing her neck to his mouth, where Viktor licks and sucks on hard enough to bruise, if she were still able to.
A soft gasp left her mouth when Jayce’s tongue flattened against her cunt, lapping up to her clit, insisting, demanding almost. Mel’s legs opened wider out of her own volition.
It should be dangerous, letting herself be taken apart like this, but since the moment she met them, she knew they’d be something else. And oh, the Something Else they’d become. A tether to a human life she never had, an anchor to the earth, but most importantly, a harbor to always come back to.
She felt the drag of Jayce’s teeth in the fold of her thigh, and she didn’t need words to communicate it, just a firm grasp of his hair between her fingers and a demanding push forward. Jayce’s teeth sank into her and they both moaned.
It was always an erotic act, the intimacy of having their creator’s blood running through their lips just as the first time she did it to turn them. She’d seen them become fledgling-like with their hunger, but they were treating this as a ritual. Jayce worshiping from between her legs, Viktor’s kisses worshiping up her arm, her shoulder, her throat, yet Mel wanted more.
She reached back with a hand to guide Viktor’s lips to the exact place where her arteries still moved blood around her body and urged him to bite. Once she had both of them occupied, Mel took her pleasure into her own hands and stroked her clit, only occasionally flicking Jayce’s head with her hand as she moved in slow circles.
Viktor stopped first, his breathing labored as if they’d been fucking already. Mel used her free hand to find Viktor’s dick and stroked him full.
“I want to suck you off,” she said.
“Jesus, Mel,” Viktor closed his eyes for a moment but nodded, rearranging himself on the bed once more. His dick inches from her face.
Before taking on him, she said, “fuck me, Jayce.”
The man stopped licking the inside of Mel’s thigh and kissed her up to her belly, where he sucked little marks up to her nipples, fading the moment Jayce reached the next one.
“Come on, Jayce,” she urged.
Without any more encouragement, he sat up on his legs, settling between Mel’s legs, waiting for her nod to go in. Mel looked at her lover’s shirtless form and licked her lips, nodding. A second later, he’s lining up, one hand on his dick, the other on Mel’s breast. When he pushed inside, Mel gasped.
She turned her face to Viktor’s expectant dick and swallowed it, moving her head this way and that until she heard Viktor swear. She knew that tone well and dropped her jaw open to let him fuck her mouth as Jayce pounded into her.
Viktor came down her throat before being able to warn her and she swallows with the same hunger she had swallowed his blood earlier. She’s hungry for them and she wants them now. When Viktor pulls out, Jayce reaches out to wipe the corner of her mouth and anything that dribbled out of her with his thumb, then licked his finger clean before fucking into her once more, deeper, harder, the thrusting erratic as he too comes inside Mel.
Jayce doesn’t stay put for long, he lounges next to Mel, with a soft smile on his face.
“It’d been a while since the last time we drank from each other,” he said, his face neutral, but his tone cautious.
“Where would be the fun in doing it like this every night?”
Viktor, who has long since laid down to take a break, was contemplating the ceiling without saying anything, but before she can say something, he speaks.
“We’re going to have to deal with the bodies,” he says, his demeanor as calm as when he first arrived earlier that night.
“And we will,” she reassures. “Now, I want a thick blanket and my two men in my bed, where they belong.”
By the time they’re inside the bed, the body of the woman they fed on before has been taken away and Elora has ordered the servants to bring sparkling wine and a pint of AB negative. They drink as if their party has just started, bloodied glass after glass, until dawn breaks.
Mel was the last to fall asleep, still thinking of Viktor’s earlier words about Barons and new weapons. Then, they slept, the world just as unaware of them as they’re of it.
