Page 44 of The Cruelty of Thorns

As much as I didn’t want to be here doing this, I couldn’t deny the effect his praise had on me. I began sucking harder on his cock, willing myself to take him deeper, to run my tongue up and down his length as he moved in and out of my mouth. My own cock was rock hard, aching for relief, but when I reached down to stroke it, he slapped my hand away.

“Uh uh. You don’t get to cum yet.”

A frustrated whimper escaped my lips and I pressed up against him, at least trying to get some traction. Anything to relieve this raging boner. He chuckled deep in his throat and backed himself away from my efforts while keeping my head pressed to his cock. It was an awkward position, and I nearly fell forward, but his grip on my neck kept me upright.

“That’s it. Suck my big cock deep. Make me cum all over your sweet face.”

One thing I had learned about Christopher in the short time I’d known him. He was a talker, his mouth spewing all sorts of filthy suggestions during sex. I was used to quiet maidens who occasionally moaned or whimpered, not this lewd running dialogue, and I was surprised how much it aroused me.

I became aware of the Contessa leaving the bed to stand behind me, her nails trailing up and down my back, sending shivers of lust coursing through me. I silently begged her to grab my cock, to give it even a little attention, but her hands trailed over me everywhere but where I needed them. The vibration of my groan caused Christopher to fist my hair and throw his head back with a gasp.

“Ah yes, do that again, pretty boy. What a fuckable mouth you have.”

I started moaning deep in my throat and his own moans carried on a duet with me while his cock grew stiffer, his breathing more ragged. I knew he was close now. The Contessa knelt and molded her body to my back, reaching around me to cradle his balls while he kept a death grip on my head.

“Ah yes!” he finally groaned as his cock exploded, sending his hot cum spewing into my mouth. I gagged trying to swallow it, but some of it leaked past my lips and down my chin. The Contessa stood up and reached around me for Christopher as they lost themselves in a fevered kiss over my head while I remained trapped between them with his wilting cock in my mouth.

At last they separated and he pulled away from me, his fingers raising my chin up to meet his eyes. “Not bad for your first time, pretty boy. You’ll get better as you practice.”

I didn’t say I had no intention of practicing any more with him. That I intended to be gone from here before I spent another evening servicing his sexual whims. Right now, however, my focus was on my own cock. I needed relief, and soon. I stood on shaky legs and turned toward the Contessa.

“I believe you wanted to be fucked.”

She smiled at me and pulled me toward the bed, climbing on in front of me and turning onto her back with her legs open, her pussy calling to me. Christopher followed us onto the bed, for what reason I didn’t know, but for the moment I was more concerned with addressing my own needs. I crawled up between her legs and dipped a finger into her pussy, finding it already dripping for me.

“Seems you’re ready,” I murmured as I positioned the head of my cock against her lips.

“I’m always ready,” she chuckled, nuzzling her mouth against my neck as I shoved my cock into her with a single stroke.

I knew what she was, I knew that she would kill me in a heartbeat, but I couldn’t deny that hers was the most satisfying cunt I had ever fucked. When I was near her, I couldn’t get enough of it. She was like an addiction that clouded my mind and lit my blood on fire, and some part of me mourned the fact that she had probably ruined me for every woman after her.

I fucked her like a madman, pounding her relentlessly as she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me close. Her nails scored my back and ass, her teeth ravaged my throat, and still I didn’t slow my pace, like I was chasing some wild demon through the depths of hell.

Even when I felt Christopher behind me massaging the cheeks of my ass I didn’t alter my rhythm, my cock so stiff it was almost painful until finally release came. Her pussy spasmed around me as she came, milking me dry and leaving me breathless as I collapsed on top of her.

I felt Christopher’s hand dip between us, coating his fingers in our cum and rubbing it around my ass. No, he couldn’t possibly be meaning to fuck me now. Not after I just sucked him off. Did being a vampira give him the stamina of a bull?

I could feel the Contessa lapping at the wound she’d created on my throat as Christopher inched his cock into my ass. I tried to move off of her, to at least break free of her grip, but once again they had me trapped between them. He grabbed my hips and raised my ass so he could slide all the way inside me, and despite my reluctance, I found myself pushing back against him, chasing my own satisfaction. I met him, thrust for thrust for a few minutes, but his appetite was relentless, and gradually I found myself flagging. I let go an exhausted grunt, unsure how much longer I could go.

It’s not like I hadn’t fucked more than once in a night. I had bedded two and even three maidens in a night more than once in the past, but always there was at least enough of a break between them to recover myself. And there certainly wasn’t someone sucking the life out of my neck while I did it. The blood loss caused my head to spin, my vision growing spotty, and I felt myself nearly passing out.

Then I remembered Rosetta. I had to stay conscious for her sake. I couldn’t take the chance that Christopher would grow bored or unsatisfied and leave this room. So I took what he gave me and endured the Contessa’s assault on my neck, fighting to remain conscious.

You can do this, I urged myself. You have to do this.

For Rosetta.

CHAPTER 20

JULIANUS

Removing obstacles

SHE WAS WITH him again. I tried to stay away, to tell myself it was none of my business, that this wasn’t Genoa 500 years ago, but all my efforts were in vain. I wanted her, and no amount of distraction or logic could convince me otherwise. I would have her, though what form that would take I hadn’t yet decided. Regardless, I couldn’t approach her while she was with him, and it seemed they were always together until he dropped her at the door to her dorm.

Every night for three nights, he would kiss her before leaving her, tasting the lips that should have been mine, meaning he was becoming important to her. That was not an option. So I followed him, watching who he spoke to, where he spent his time, how he interacted with those around him. Followed and watched and waited for my opening, and while I could afford to be patient, I could not tolerate seeing them together much longer. As far as I was concerned, he was an obstacle in the way of making her mine.

I knew the campus well. I had been hunting it for decades, and while my usual preference was women, I had no objection to taking a man and had done so on multiple occasions. That reprobate Christopher had awakened that appetite in me, and over the years I had never let gender get in the way of what I needed. Men tended to be more resistant, but I had no problem subverting them to my will. Blood was blood, after all.

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