Page 32 of Death Comes for Her
“Gods, look at her. Fucking whore for vampire cock.” Dante laughed, a nasty, cruel sound.
Simon’s knuckles tenderly, achingly, caressed my cheek, sweeping away runaway tears. “What a pretty whore she is. She loves this. This is what she was made for.”
“Does our venom really affect you as much as your blood does us? Your little fairy cunt utterly soaked for vampires.” Dante didn’t wait for an answer. His fingers felt me clenching, and he saw my hips rocking back. He twisted his digits inside me, targeting the inner nerves with his two middle fingers, thumb circling my clit.
“She has a dirty mouth, perfect for cock.” Simon’s hips slammed into my face, and I choked. His fingers glittered gold from the tears he swiped from my cheeks.
“Do you feel us inside you, fairy whore?” Fingers pumped into me without mercy.
“I’m going to come in that pretty mouth, Sierra,” Simon grunted. His expression twisted into unrestrained pleasure.My mouth being his undoing, stealing the icy mask from his features, brought me untold elation.
“Her ass is divine. I’m going to paint it with my cum.”
“She’s magnificent with a cock in her mouth.”
“Our pet looks so good on her knees.”
“Listen to the little moans she makes. Sweet mercy, I’m going to come… I’m going to come in her mouth.” Simon jerked, holding my face to his belly as his cock twitched in my throat. “Fuck, yes, swallow it all. Swallow my cum like a good little pet!”
His release shot down my throat in hot, thick ropes. I gagged from the assault, choking down the savory, salty taste of him. Creamy saliva bubbled past my stuffed lips as his movement stuttered.
Something about the eruption of his climax snapped through me. He filled my mouth with his ecstasy, and it sparked from my chest to my core, where Dante’s fingers worked me over the edge. I moaned around his cock, shaking as I came so hard my toes curled and my eyes crossed.
“Shh, good girl. Good girl.” Simon soothed me, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Oh, you’re so pretty when you come, pet. Such a lovely creature you are.”
Dante withdrew his fingers, chuckling at his perceived victory over my body. “Look at how much you came. Did you like my fingers that much?” A shudder traced the length of my spine when the sound of him sucking his fingers into his mouth filled the room. The pace of his fist on his cock increased. “Fuck, I’m going to come on her pretty pussy and ass.”
Simon popped his cock from my mouth, wiping the spit on my chin with his thumb. He gazed down at me with something I almost mistook for adoration. “Would you like my brother’s cum, Sierra? Hm? Do you want his hot seed spraying all over your lovely skin?”
I gasped for air, mumbling over pitiful excuses for words.
“Speak up, pet.” He held my face so tenderly my chest panged.
“Yes. Yes. I want his cum. Please,” I whined, blinking through shimmering gold tears.
Dante groaned. “I’m going to cum. Fuck…Fuck!” Lines of white splattered over my behind and across my swollen pink pussy. He roared with each wave of his orgasm rippling through him.
“You’re shaking so much, pet. It’s alright. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you,” Simon whispered.
Dante’s fingers swiping through his cum startled me. I stiffened as his digits slipped inside me again. He collected more, shoving his cum inside my quivering cunt. “There, pet. Now we’re both inside of you. Right where we belong.”
I collapsed into Simon’s lap, still bound and helpless between them. Cool hands brushed the features of my face and the arch of my ears. My breathing returned to normal, but my eyes remained closed as rough hands massaged my trembling thighs and the sore spots on my ass cheeks.
More words passed between them. Blood loss and a venom high tore me apart. Darkness stole over me, and I sank into the pit of exhaustion, clawing me down, down, down.
Chapter 11
I jolted upright, pulled from a red sea of dreams into a world of haze. Gloom and fog shrouded the edges of my vision and clawed at the confines of my ribs. I thought I knew where I existed, but no. I stumbled out of silken threads, tangled about my legs like spider webs.
Red. Red. Everything everywhere, all at once, glowed as red as mortal blood. Shapes and colors all blurred into that one ever dark shade of crimson.
And I faltered, lurching through reality and dreams. Voices filtered through the haunted hum in my head, echoes of ghosts calling for me from beyond the veil. Spirits of translucent gold danced in my peripheral, flitting through shadows and leaping just out of reach.
My vision flickered between two worlds. One blink and I was home, shuffling along golden halls pregnant with buttery yellow sunlight. In the next, the eerie red halls stretched beyond me for an eternity. Flashed again. Gold. Then again. Red.
Her voice sang, lilting from a distance. A wraith of my mother, whispering in my ears with her evocative symphony of anguish. I faltered, attempting to follow her powerful lure.
“Death is coming…”
