Vampire Cruise: Chapter 4
A rumbling sound and a gentle nudge awakened me, and I gradually sensed that I was in a tiny space with Chad. The room contained only a single twin-sized bed, a toilet, and a sink. Chad grunted with a furrowed brow while seated on the bed, which I perceived as worry.
"I'm alright, I suppose," I replied. He displayed understanding through a nod. I sat up and examined my body, noticing any marks or bleeding. There were none, leaving me feeling perplexed. Glancing back at Chad, I realized that compassion and intelligence glinted in his eyes despite his inability to speak. Captain Molly had erred; Chad didn't simply obsess over sex. The muscles, cock, and noteworthy testicles were still visible, and I still appreciated their beauty. Reflecting on my previous adoration of Chad for Captain Molly's benefit, I found it simpler to observe his facial features rather than his massive equipment or muscular build.
I broke free of my trance, pondering the situation. When was the last time I experienced normalcy? It had been difficult to tell due to the frequent blood loss-induced slumber. Although my intellectual capacity had been limited, I was now able to entertain complex thoughts while stone sober.
I succumbed to my addiction to vampire pussy, specifically that of my friends and secret crushes. Additionally, I was captivated by the male anatomy, all of which hinted at the fact that I would be submitted to my vampire captors. Scared but invigorated, my trepidation was fused with gratification. I was penniless and only of value to Julia and Sydney based on my tongue's abilities. I couldn't help but reflect on my previous attempts to win their acceptance through generosity. I had dug my own grave, one that would be occupied irrespective of whether it was literal or figurative.
Chad placed a hand on my shoulder and provided a sympathetic gaze. I reciprocated with a weary smile.
"So you were the ship's crew member?" I inquired. He responded affirmatively.
"I'm just some dude with affluent parents and two captivating—not to mention impossibly attractive—friends I had no shot with," I stated. Chad interjected with an exaggerated hand motion, which elicited a laughter from me.
"You think I'm attractive, do you?" I inquired sarcastically. He replied by pointing at me.
"No, not at all," I responded defensively. A guilt-ridden sensation swept over me, followed swiftly by regret for belittling Chad.
"I'm sorry. I'm just concerned about my friends. Julia and Sydney? You know, the two individuals that had their way with you?" Chad interrupted with a puzzled expression.
"Was I attractive to them?" I asked. He gestured to himself.
"I suppose my physique is a contributing factor," I acknowledged. Grasping his cock could not be halted, and I was mesmerized by the prominent veins running along his shaft and the glistening wetness adorning the head. The situation was inexplicable, as if my mind was being pushed beyond my heterosexual boundaries by my present predicament. I abruptly yanked my hand away.
"Oops! This is just... this is my first time being lucid since, well, since it all began. So much sex and blood disgusts me," I clarified. My eyes traveled to his glorious physique again. His hands gently maneuvered my hand back to his penis. I turned to Chad, noticing his mischievous expression before my despair resurfaced.
"Alright, I'm going to stroke you," I decided. Rational thought could no longer win the struggle with my desire. Reveling in his confusion, I stroked his penis gently. Overall, Chad's actions confounded me, but his tranquil and animated facial expressions intrigued me. My troublesome emotional state intensified, and I yielded to the whims of my lust.
"Well, it's probably a waste to dismiss this experience. We're in a world with a paucity of joy and happiness. We might as well enjoy the time together and alleviate our boredom," I reasoned, committing to jerking him off. Despite my lack of understanding, a reason now existed for my actions. In conjunction with my heightened emotion, I was prepared to discard my self-perceived masculinity.
He ran his fingers through my hair as I licked the veiny length of him from his balls to his tip. Completely hard, he was still too big for my mouth to reach around, but he seemed to enjoy simply having me lick and kiss his cock. In place of the blowjob he deserved, I spent some time licking and sucking on his sack. While I was down there, I discovered one of my new favorite parts of any body, no matter the gender.
He groaned as I slid my tongue across his asshole. It sounded like he had never experienced that before. He jerked off frantically as he watched me lick between his cheeks, his balls resting on my forehead. I wanted him to feel like a king not only since he had survived just as much or even more than me, but also because he was incredibly handsome and I wanted to make sure he knew it. I was turning into someone who didn't care what it meant that I considered him attractive.
He groaned again then surprisedly got off the bed. He patted it and then tilted his head with a question. Suspecting that I understood what he wanted, I bent over the side of the bed. He got on his knees behind me and bent over me, kissing the back of my neck. I remembered Julia and Sydney kissing my neck, biting my neck, holding my neck. It brought memories of them to mind, making me realize how much I missed them and triggering a sensation inside me that was desperately needing attention. It was the desire for the drug; their pussies. However, I didn't anticipate getting that drug there, so I let the longing stoke my arousal.
My dick twitched as his shaft lightly brushed it, our bodies rubbing against each other sensuously. He had to be twice my size and I wanted him to demonstrate what he could do with all that length and girth. It seemed he intended to do just that. He grabbed my hips and I prepared for him to enter me. Before he did, he stroked the head of his cock over my hole, teasing me. I shivered, about to beg him to fuck me.
Then, he slowly pushed his rod into me. I was lucky the vampire who had thought it would be curious to fuck me in the ass with a dildo had made me looser, and the sensation of him filling me up felt familiar and pleasurable. He was more gentle than she had been and more attentive to how quickly I was adjusting to his size. When he found a rhythm, I was finally able to experience what Julia and Sydney had experienced. I pushed back on him, desperate to feel him as deep as he could go.
After some time, he also slid his hand under me and between my legs to take my already-stiff dick in his grasp. He wanted us both to cum together. Our bodies slammed into one another time and again, my uncontrollable bucking ass and his forceful thrusts matching each other in an escalating cycle of pleasure. I felt us slip into a primeval mental state, controlled only by the fact that this felt fantastic.
As I could feel his intensity building, he abruptly withdrew from me and grabbed my waist, urging me to turn around swiftly. When I was facing him, on my knees, he took my dick in his hand and jerked it in unison with his own. His eyes were desperate and pleading, as if he had been craving something that had been absent from his life for a long time. I was certain he had come multiple times a day since vampires had taken the ship, imagining the captain. This had to be something else. Maybe it was his desire for something real; something not controlled by supernatural powers. Maybe he just wanted me.
Mentally, I moved past his pleading gaze and admired his sculpted abs. They formed a perfect V shape pointed toward his throbbing cock. He deftly jerked both of us, generating a twisting motion as his hands slid up and down. I traced my hand over his chest. It was firm, and the sensation of it contracting slightly with his movements aroused me. I felt his arms, his wrists, and even his hands as they gripped me. I basked in the strength and power I could feel in them.
A tidal wave of pleasure was building through my entire body, starting from my cock as he continued to stroke it. As I neared orgasm, he pressed my cum-covered cock against his. A milky liquid erupted from me and onto his throbbing dick, followed by a couple more squirts. He kept stroking, smearing my cum all over his cock as if it were a lubricant. I was ready to collapse from my orgasm but he grasped me by the back of the head with his free hand and shoved me forward, forcing me to swallow his cum-covered cock as he fell back.
This occasion, it slid in farther than I'd envisioned my mouth could open. I may have retrieved halfway, yet his penis head jammed past my tongue into my throat. I gulped down my own salty sperm as it drizzled out of him. My throat muscles happily tensed his tip as he compulsively thrashed against my mouth. There was no place for his thick rod to venture. It was securely lodged in my mouth and could delve no farther.
Immediately, I tried to lick his balls using the tip of my tongue, trying to reward him for his crude treatment of me. This probably prompted his climax. He unleashed a groan and clutched my head firmly. His shaft pulsed and jerked inside my mouth until it shot spunk directly into my throat. I gulped down a few pulses of it before he loosened his grip and collapsed to the floor. I intentionally left his shaft inside my mouth, resting between his legs with him still within.
As I continued to massage his waning rod with my tongue, another dribble slackened, and I swallowed it. Once soft, I could easily accommodate it in my mouth. I sucked it with zeal, keeping it erect in my grasp. He had a quiet moan and lazily touched my cheek. He was snoozing, I assumed. I kept working his now-flaccid but still awe-inspiring prick, savoring it.
Afterward, I, too, felt weary, slumbering with his phallus by my face. It wasn't the drug I desired, but it was enough.
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My eyes opened to find myself still between Chad's legs, my lips pressed against his shaft. As his morning hunger stirred, I couldn't help but take his full length with my tongue. This awoke him as well. He looked down at me with a gentle smile, his shaft hardening at my touch. I welcomed the stiff reproductive organ into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around it. He groaned, his fist in my hair tightened.
However, distant disturbances teased me. I peeked at Chad, his penis still in my mouth as I listened to the ruckus. Sydney and Julia had broken down the door.
"Julia? Sydney?" I asked, sounding incredulous. They appeared as shocked as I felt. Sydney's eyes brimmed with tears while Julia hid hers.
"I thought I'd never see you both again," I stated, fighting back my tears.
"Yeah, we couldn't... we weren't going to let anyone keep us from you," Julia replied.
"What's the point in owning an entire new world if you can't have your best friend," Sydney said, grinning. I smiled back at her. I happened to look back at Chad. He seemed beaten, still on the floor. He would undoubtedly expire without his mistress.
"We're taking Chad with us," I declared decisively. Julia inspected Chad's naked body, showing her desire for just an instant. Her eyes squinted at Sydney in silent nod of agreement.
"All right, but he can't wear your clothes," she said.
"I hope he doesn't." Sydney teased. Julia nodded again before collecting her and Sydney by the arm, dragging them out of the room, I collected Chad by the hand, ushering him to his feet and following close behind Sydney.
We hurried through the halls, navigating ashes, flickering lights, and sparking wires. Did vampires become dust when they died? I suppressed the idea that my friends, my goddesses, could immortally perish.
When we reached the top deck, I noticed flames engulfing a quarter of the ship. A fight broke out between two vampires, both oblivious to our presence. We were near what used to be Los Angeles. Buildings throughout the area were engulfed in flames. Even from this distance, I could make out that the port was filled with armed guards, all of them women. A small military ship quickly approached our big cruise liner, just a few miles away.
"Let's go!" Julia beckoned, motioning towards a helicopter hovering overhead. A rope ladder dangled from its open doors. Julia climbed up the ladder, helping Sydney into the helicopter behind her. Despite his strength, Chad needed no assistance. I attempted to climb one rung at a time as the helicopter rose, fear causing me to grip the ladder tightly. Chad reached out to help me and, once we'd established a secure grasp, he pulled me inside. After catching my breath, I found a seat next to him across from Julia and Sydney.
I glanced out the window and witnessed the military ship catching up to the cruise ship. Soldiers, likely vampires, disembarked from the military ship and converged on the deck to fight with the vampires who objected to them boarding the ship. Had Julia and Sydney not found me in time, they'd be on their way to capture me as well. The seriousness of the situation was dawning on me – the threat of eternal damnation loomed over me, and my two friends were my only line of defense.
I turned my gaze away from the fiery chaos and focused on my companions. Julia locked eyes with me, sympathy displaying on her face, an unfamiliar expression from her. Both Julia and Sydney observed me, Sydney's attention splitting between the two of us.
"We missed you," Sydney murmured. "Even if Jules won't admit it." Her voice soothed my heart and warmed me against the incoming wave of despair. Chad glanced over at me and returned my gaze. His expression softened as our eyes met. He sighed and shrugged. He was happy to be with us.
"Glad you're here as well," I said. Chad reached over and comforted me by grabbing my arm.
"How about you, Jules?" Julia suddenly inquired, trying to lighten the mood. "Did you catch us in the act of sucking his, um, member?"
"Oh, did you?" Sydney questioned excitedly. With a smile, Chad nodded. I blushed uncomfortably. "So, do tell, Matt, what other shenanigans did you get up to while you were locked up?"
Although I was unsure how they'd react, I saw no point in lying about or hiding this new part of myself. Besides the fact that it was a part of my new existence, I trusted them completely.
"I sucked him, too," I admitted.
"Aww, so you're not a virgin anymore then," Julia noted. "Still, you haven't experienced the pleasure of a real woman's pussy, have you?" I recalled the outdated "purity culture" expression in Julia's words and imagined future gender role reversals.
"No," I confirmed. "Except for oral sex and one girl who used a dildo on me," I added. The mention of the dildo caused my need to return to the woman's embrace to resurface, even though I'd been distracted by the commotion.
"What was her name again?" Julia teased.
"Tanya," I muttered, applying my mouth to do her name justice.
"Now pick your jaws up, Peter Pan," Julia chided playfully. "I need to see Sydney's panties if you want your clothes back." She slowly removed her short shorts, revealing her shapely legs. I waited for her panties to disappear but they didn't.
"Come on, go ahead. Kiss my vampire pussy. Lick it. Even with my underwear on, I want you to show your devotion to it...to me," she stated, keeping an eye on me as I stood up from my seat in the helicopter.
I crawled between her legs and kissed her mound, feeling like I was sucking on her delicate lips. I licked her from the bottom to the top, where her clit peeked out from under her clothing. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair.
Sydney observed us from the side, then shifted her gaze to the man across from her.
"While you're busy, I'll reward Chad for the way he took care of you," she said, unable to sit back and simply watch. She got up and stood in front of him. Her shorts were more flexible, and her hips and thighs didn't put as much stress on them, so she was able to tilt them to the side, along with her panties. She placed one leg onto his armrest, exposing herself to him. Within moments, he was licking frantically between her legs, like a starving animal.
I focused my attention back on Julia, who was wetter than just because of my licking. Her panties were soaked through, and I finally got the drug I needed. The first taste was so satisfying that I had to take it in for a moment. Shivers ran down my spine as my penis grew hard.
"Good boy," she said to me. "You're still ours, right?"
"Ours." My drug-addled mind imagined the word traveling from her sex into my mouth, swirling through my brain, and into my heart, warming every fiber of me. I worshipped her with everything I knew how to give her, indulging in her writhing and bucking against my mouth. When her hand gently pushed me away, she said, "Alright, alright. There will be more later, I promise."
I nodded.
Sydney, now done with Chad, got a big duffle bag from a cabinet and placed it between us.
"Here are all the clothes we could find in a short amount of time," she said.
I teased Sydney, saying, "So, you don't want to ogle your eye candy naked anymore?" referring to Chad.
"I'm sure there will be even more to ogle," Julia added.
Chad dug through the bag and found a short sleeve button-up shirt that wouldn't button for him and basketball shorts that would definitely rip. He put on the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and struggled to fit his ass into my shorts. They rode up his muscular thighs, exposing his soft cock. Fortunately, we both had the same shoe size, so he slipped his feet into my hiking boots.
"There's plenty to look at," Julia said. I found a pink mesh top that I had planned to wear at one of the cruise's exotic destinations. I paired it with hawaiian print shorts, regular underwear, and sneakers.
"This is as far as we can go," the helicopter pilot said. "The Dominion would notice if I'm late coming back. You're lucky they're still dealing with the chaos in the city or none of this would be possible."
"We're grateful," Sydney said.
"How much of the country has this new government taken over?" I asked, trying to assess where we'd need to run to avoid danger.
"Supposedly, Los Angeles is the southernmost border of where they plan to establish control, but they're gaining power all the way to southern Canada. It's currently loose, but it's tightening. You should be able to find a safe place for your people before they completely secure it."
"We'll find a solution," Julia said. "We didn't save them just to give them away."
I felt a pang of sadness in Julia's eyes, wondering if she was concerned about separating from us.
The helicopter pilot shrugged nonchalantly. "You do as you please, but if you want your people to remain human, you'll have to let them go to be with others like them. That's what the new world has in store for them if they're caught."
"They belong to us," Sydney announced. The pilot shrugged again as we landed. My heart thumped as her words replayed in my mind.
"I suggest taking the highway south," she advised. "There are rumored to be safe havens that way, but approach cities cautiously, as the Dominion might have taken control of them."
On our way down the empty highway after bidding farewell to the helicopter, the sun lingered on the distant horizon. Sydney, Sydney who'd just confirmed our human status, had now switched to talking about her relationship with Chad.
She chuckled as I inquired about her and Chad's connection, "I'm not sure when it began. Maybe we didn't even give it a name or title. We were just finding out our likes and who we loved."
I couldn't help but blurt out, "And you do love him, right?". Initially, it seemed like she was questioning my question. Her lips curved in an odd smirk, then she confirmed it, "Yep." The look in her eyes said more, but I didn't read it as pity but rather a curiosity, was it love for me, too? As she looked at me, I hesitated, not wanting to hear, "But..."
Turning away, Sydney accidentally created a distraction: "Julia! Check out this gas station!" Out of superstitious dread, we all stopped and attempted to appear inconspicuous before entering the rickety store adorned with a blood droplet symbol. Up front, there was a terrible sign announcing "FOOD WATER BLOOD SHELTER". Inside, no people, but plentiful food, power, and intriguingly, a few blood bags. Chad handed us drinks, while I gulped down my water, unaware of the hunger.
Food items lined the shelves, "boring" convenience store regulars. I was confused, "Why would anyone go out of their way to provide for humans and us vampires?" It wasn't coming from the human refuge or any vampire aid groups, but probably not the predatory government either that arbitrarily rounded up men.
Julia selected a blood bag, looking towards us, "These are for others, not us." She bravely bragged, "After you undress, come to the back room. Someone's been busy turning it into a space for intimate moments." Sydney grinned as she instigated the strip tease, "A little show?"
We exchanged glances. Chad, back at his hyper-masculine state after I had seen his cock in action, and me, with full arousal. Julia nodded. "Go on, Sydney." Sydney paused and put on a tease, "Alright, but before both of you taste my sweet forbidden fruit, strip first." It was challenging: Chad wore shorts that just wouldn't reveal, and mine, pitifully insufficient, struggled to contain my bulge.
Chad and I split, revealing our muscular frames. Julia's communication remained unclear — was it lustiness or teasing when she tempted us? Following those moments of thorough dread, the group shared an awkward silence, which was quickly broken by Chad, "Let's get to the room, enjoy what's in store for us. I know she's hungry too."
Curiosity was swiftly replaced with a flirtatious invitation, "A game?" Sydney shouted. "I want to see you two in action, all of you." So, we set off to the back, choosing between these romantic moments and fulfilling fantasies in the dimly lit room. There was something in it for both of us. A weird combination of new discoveries and entries into their private space. I wasn't sure what it meant for our own emotions. The discomfort and hunger made their situation perplexing.
Although the grubby room was adorned with dusty heaps and old treasures, it became a personal playground for a thrilling experience, a furtive chance to let go. Glimpses of vampiric sexuality emerged with provocative coyness and loud spirits. Who understood human-vampire relationships better than us three? They'd never reach this level. Chad took the lead, standing near my now excited penis, as Sydney sat on her knees, anticipating a peek at this combination, this dangerous couple. This was a spectacle expressed lustily to the extreme.
Eagerly standing, she said to Chad with excitement, "Your turn." Now, only some skin layers were left between us.
Will we explore our physical and emotional sides or will those feelings be left unsaid and concealed? Fasten your seatbelts because we're gonna witness eroticism and voyeurism like never before!
The pair of ladies strutted their stuff into the room, their laughter still echoing in their wake. The thrill of commanding us hadn't lost its charm for them. Likewise, my heart accelerated at their entrance, indicating its loss hadn't subsided for me either.
I glanced out the window, wondering if anyone out in the vast desert would witness our escapades. When I turned back, Chad traipsed across the room, his grin spreading wide as he caught my eye. He deftly undid my shirt, and I unselfconsciously assisted its removal. Undressing me down to my shorts, he lingered over my exposed upper body. He ran his hands over my torso, his eyes devouring my form.
Liberated from my tight shorts, my cock bobbed freely between my legs, hardening at his caress. I threw off my shoes and tossed my shorts aside. At his elicitation, I pulled off his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. A smirk teased his lips as he observed his smooth physique. Grabbing a hold of me, he feasted his eyes on my cock, admiring its rigid length.
Chad pushed me into him for a heated kiss, searing our lips together. I found myself entranced by their silky touch, passionate kiss, and the heat emanating from his toned form. How long we remained embroiled in our shared lust, I can't recount. However, he broke free, turning me toward the back of the room.
With a few steps, I made my way to the sleeping quarters. Julia and Sydney reclined on the couch wrapped in each other's arms. The image of their intertwined bodies filled me with desire. Nearing the sofa, their embrace ended, and we waited as they arranged themselves.
The cozy space held a small desk, a couch, and two sleeping bags on the floor. Naked, Sydney and Julia bared their uninhibited bodies for our perusal. While Julia openly gawked at my aroused member, Sydney laughed against Sydney's lips, her fingers venturing to her sensitive areas. My eyes were glued to their actions, pending their conclusion. They weren't quick to dissuade me of my focus. Julia lamented our tardiness. Before I could form an appropriate reply, Sydney chimed in. She cast an inviting grin, her kneecaps rubbing in the area around Sydney's folds. My gaze burned right through her wet center.
"As our penance for your tardiness," Sydney asserted, "both of you will lie down here and suck each other's dicks for our enjoyment." She tilted her head toward the floor. "The winner, the one who withstands coming, will fuck me and drink from your necks until one of you either comes or passes out or both."
His face betraying a subtle sense of excitement, Julia added, "If you fail, you'll watch Sydney ride, lick her, then rest between my legs, licking me until you doze off. You'll remain without cumming until we steer ourselves to a more suitable resting place, wherever that may be."
My slippery dick twitched, and I contemplated their boasting. While they'd allow me to copulate with one of them, the mere chance of doing so and affording them this view of our nakedness and lustful contact heightened my anticipation. Sydney's tongue flickered around her lips as she awaited my reply. Julia's grin suggested she'd be adding various degrees of pressure to my predicament. It crossed my mind that the difference between the two outcomes would be obscure: either I learned what being truly intimate felt like or I fucked Chad again, ecstatically releasing into his mouth. Their perceived preference for other men didn't dissuade me from considering my options: they'd let me fuck Sydney after seeing us blow each other. They'd also witnessed me combatting cum in their used orifices. What would be so novel about either possibility?
Before my thoughts could spiral any further into anxiety, Chad released my remained and led me by the hand to the floor mats. He positioned himself on his side, his back to the watching ladies, and patted the mat before his erection for me to lie down on. He smirked and raised an eyebrow, conveying both a challenge and a flirtatious undertone. I got the hint and settled down parallel to him but on the opposite side, my mouth just inches from the majesty resting between his legs and his face so close to my throbbing hard-on that I could feel his breath brush against the sensitive item. He casually stroked me as I admired the view.
I could've lain there gawking at his stunning penis for hours, but my sense of puzzlement was interrupted by the influx of sensations emanating from beneath my hips as he enveloped simply the suggestion of my tip in his mouth. My breathing halted as he tenderly cradled my testicles with a firm, almost possessive grasp. Affected by the pleasure, my body lost track of who I was. Moved by instinct, I lovingly caressed his sac with my lips after then my tongue while it dry-humped his upper thigh.
He guided me deeper and I adjusted to the feeling of his lips gliding around me once more. As my mind finally converged into something closer to clarity, I was reminded that I was also supposed to be gratifying him simultaneously and took his rod in my hand. Still filled with adoration, I circled my tongue from his tip to where his shaft began, ultimately enveloping his tip within my lips. I swirled my tongue across it, trying to make up for the space my mouth simply didn't have for his girth.
As my tongue passed over a particularly touchy spot on the underside of his head, he emitted a muffled moan. A drop of precum settled on the back of my tongue and I contemplated whether I had a chance of winning this contest. This came to an abrupt end as I sensed his index finger penetrating my butthole while he continued to blow me. His cock lodged in my mouth was the sole factor preventing me from yelling out loudly with joy.
I directed my gaze toward the ladies on the couch. They were transfixed, legs sprawled, and casually touching themselves. Julia smirked self-importantly as she realized my line of sight. I felt my penis flex in his mouth in response to her attention. I immediately refocused on his member to avoid the heightened arousal triggered by watching her. I then decided to speed up my hand movement as I ran it up and down, resembling how I pleased myself. He genuinely took pleasure in this, commencing to thrust his hips against my mouth.
His enthusiasm grew, seemingly prompted by his own actions. His hand had abandoned my ass in favor of tugging my hair, his grip on my head steadying me as he roughly plunged into my mouth. Was he trying to triumph? To climax quickly? I didn't know but I allowed him to ferociously plow into my mouth anyhow, relishing the unrestrained fury of his thrusts.
Finally, he pinned me down, leaving me vulnerable under him, plunging my skull repetitively against the mat. His hefty sack, still coated in my worship, slapped against my face endlessly. In my mind, I became an item, a tool for his masturbation as he took firm control of the situation. Each time he plunged into my mouth, his tip nudged slightly further back, brushing up against my gag reflex. I was incapable of protesting, but I had no desire to even if I could. I stuck my tongue out and widened my mouth to offer him free rein.
Simultaneously, he had reverted to stroking me with one hand, massaging my balls with the other, and swallowing me often. I could tell that he favored the taste of me, his tongue caressing me from tip to base, unrelenting in his adoration for my member and what lay between my legs. His insatiable yearning for my mouth and what lay between my legs was overpowering. It was too overpowering.
I writhed helplessly beneath him. His thrusts remained unrelenting and his mouth on me sent wave after wave of exquisite pleasure through my body. I writhed and bellowed with uncontrollable orgasm into his rod as it forcefully pistoned my skull. I was in danger of losing oversight of my impending orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it. My entire body tensed as my dick jerked and spewed my semen into his mouth multiple times.
Not a single time did he remove my penis from his mouth and he wouldn't stop pushing into my mouth until the last discharge was ejected out of me. Even after I relaxed and my body slid onto the mat, Chad administered a couple more potent thrusts seemingly for extra measure. I audibly gasped and gagged as he got up and allowed me to breathe. I gazed over and observed him swallow deeply, closing his eyes as he did. He then gave me an overconfident and haughty smile, acting as if my cum was a trophy he'd just earned by being the manliest male. He might as well have been. I wasn't certain what that rendered me. A conquest? I had undoubtedly been conquered and thoroughly so. Yet, I wasn't altogether certain I minded that.
Situated beside us on the couch, Julia attracted my gaze as she took deep breaths and moaned while she brought herself to climax by rubbing the tight nub between her soaked folds. She was staring directly at me, biting her lip. My penis throbbed at the sight but was too depleted to do anything more. I sensed it diminish and retract between my legs even as the dampness between her legs made my mouth water. As she ended her climax and rested back with her arms elevated above her head, she looked at me and shot me a taunting grin.
"Entrust me with the couch," Julia said and rubbed the pillow next to her.
"And you remain stationary, stud," Sydney said to Chad as she emerged from her seat.
I hobbled my way to the couch, my knees still unsteady from my erotic eruption in Chad's mouth. Heat emanated from her body as our bare skin met when I sat down. She leaned in, allowing her breasts to press against my arm.
"Couldn't tolerate the wait, eh?" She whispered in my ear. "We presume and it's understandable, you know? Chad is a prodigy and he's got quite a knack for enjoyment."
In front of us, Sydney shoved Chad onto his back and climbed onto him. She reached back and inserted his still-erect penis into the opening between her thighs. She slowly eased herself onto it, leaning her head back as she did.
"Fuck, I'm so content that you're among us! And I'm so content you didn't orgasm. I desired this!" Sydney moaned. I realized she was saying she preferred his penis to whatever I could provide her.
With my chin held between her fingers, Julia brought my gaze back to her. "Christmas came early, Matty. You won't be our meal today."
I would have relished being a meal and gotten to experience what it felt like to be inside a woman. To experience whatever heavenly sensations Chad was receiving and had been repeatedly. Fixating on her eyes, I chose to be satisfied just being allowed to touch them at all and confirming the warmth of Julia's solid chest was a blessing. If that's all I ever received, I'd be immeasurably fortunate. Then, she unexpectedly kissed me, still firmly clutching my face as she did. I tentatively permitted my tongue to explore her mouth, frightened if I dared be too bold, she'd stop. Her soft lips were a captivating contrast to the sharp fangs on the other side of them as both scraped my own lips. She granted me a devious grin with her fangs showing.
"Time for our meal. Afterward, you'll be put to good use too, pet" she said as she rose, allowing her immaculate rear end to remain in my face before she reclined beside Chad.
Sydney was rubbing her hips against him, still seated with her head inclined back. I was envious of his hands as they gluttonously squeezed her breasts. I was envious that she only allowed him to touch whatever he wanted like he deserved it. I inferred, he did. We all did.
When Sydney became aware of Julia resting beside the two of them, she seized Chad's hands and forcefully dragged them over his head. They gazed at each other and kept fang marks on either side of his throat. Her shoulders heaved as they gulped his life essence. Chad's eyes were hazy and he had that consistent smile like he was in another universe. Post a few minutes of Sydney's hips gyrating against his and the two females sucking his neck, Chad's body had convulsions and I saw his seed leaking from what little space was between his turgid penis and her pussy lips. His spasms subsided after a while and he relaxed, wrapping both their backsides within his hands as his hands were released from Sydney's clutches. The vampires ceased indulging in him, however, Sydney didn't stop riding his hips yet.
As her body moved forcefully on his hard member, she let out a moan. Her movements grew faster and wild like an animal in heat. Her throat slammed back as she completed her climax. Arching her back, she enjoyed her release until it had ceased. She carefully slid off him, her breathing heavy. A sinister grin crossed her face as she turned to me with her eyes.
"Dinner is ready, Matty, go and get it," she snarled with a voice that bordered on seductive. I was so drawn in by her tone and expression that I stumbled towards her from the couch, crawling on my knees. I glanced at Chad - who appeared unconscious - and then at Julia and Sydney.
"He won't wake up, he's still alive. I've been keeping track of his pulse," Julia explained. Her kindness towards him surprised me, making me believe she'd softened a little. Her face, marred with blood from her cheek, made me recall her viciousness as she sucked it off her fingers. I shifted closer to Sydney's thighs, contemplating whether to please her orally, but she stopped me.
"Your starter is right here," she said, pointing to Chad's cum soaked cock. She gave me a lewd glance, indicating she knew I'd comply.
I hesitated, although it was hard not to. His shaft, still large even after emptying himself inside Sydney, eclipsed my own organ, fully erect. Her offer drew me closer. I kneeled between his legs, taking time to lick his balls, swirling them in his semen. I gulped it down loudly. I turned to look at Sydney.
"More than happy to oblige," she said. Hesitation few but I took the plunge, tenderly kissing his tip. I couldn't help but admire it - it was a mix of pride and worship. Julian stroked my hair with one hand while Sydney's free hand reached for my nape, urging me on.
I glanced at Chad who seemed to be awake but still not fully conscious. His face showed an arrogant smirk I found incredibly attractive. My focus shifted to Julia and Sydney who watched me closely. Was I making them jealous? Amused? Turned off? Felt their reactions would only come when they experienced this. They'd seen me fondle Sydney before so I had nothing to lose from puckering my lips around Chad's limp member, lapping up his semen. I took him in my mouth, licking him from the base to the tip.
"What are you, a tired slut for us, Matt?" Julia questioned mockingly.
"There's nothing I won't be for you," I answered, my subconscious taking over.
"You're our filthy semen-soaked rag right now," Sydney urged. I could tell she was relishing the moment. Julia giggled at this. I couldn't fathom saying such crass things usually but... I was ready to do whatever they wanted.
As I moved towards her, she lifted her leg over Chad's waist, exposing her dripping pussy. Her juice mingled with semen on her thigh. I licked it up and savoured the mix of Chad's and her taste. As the buzz in my head intensified, I licked the rim of her pussy only to find her cream had slowed to a trickle. I licked her wet flesh, feeling the ecstasy rising. She clung to my head, slamming me into her clit. My mouth was on auto-pilot, repeated movements driving me crazy. I ignored his bodily fluids, letting her juice spill from my mouth back onto her.
Desperate for more, I licked deeper into her, trying to consume her wetness completely. Once I had imprinted that sweet taste, I pressed my tongue and nose towards her, attempting to clean every part of her. I could feel an intense pleasure bubbling in me. I didn't want to let go, even when her pussy went dry. I reached up and grabbed her thighs, ploughing my face into her sex. Sydney gripped my hair roughly, dragging my face up and down her pulsing slit. I concentrated on her clit, sensing the authority she had over me.
Concordantly, the sensation heightened inside my head. l was consumed by the desire to fully savour her. Mentally and physically drained, I moved to Julia, lying on her side. Julian pulled me closer as Sydney wrapped her leg around my waist. My face was now between her splayed legs as she hid her dripping pussy. She moved me around, indicated I should clean it off. Her nectar was sweet but mixed with semen gave me that uncontrollable feeling. I licked around her, making her juice spill out of her entrance.
I probed my tongue around the tight ring of muscle surrounding her, hoping to enter. Julia tugged my head forward, drove me into the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Her voice changed as if in a trance. "Focus on my clit, slut." I licked and tongued quickly, straight into her clit, blowing her mind. My hunger for submission took over. "I've been worshipping your pussy, craving your essence."
Deeply engrossed in the rhythmic buzz inside me, I forgot any reservations. I flailed about, aggressively massaging her clit with my tongue. I could feel her body reacting - her legs shaking, Julia's hands gripping my head and Sydney's thighs around me. Julia continued her brutal forced thrusts. My tongue focused again, going deeper into her until her juices ceased.
"Crap! Oh yes! Be my cum doll!" She exclaimed through clenched teeth. It seemed like she was high on her control over me. I was both buzzed from her pussy as well as intoxicated by her streak of ruthless dominance. She pushed her hips into my mouth aggressively as she got off again. It wasn't the intense orgasm she had with Chad, but it had the drug I adore pouring out of her in abundant supply.
She lay down now, her head on Chad's chest while I continued to indulge in her just as fervently as before. I couldn't stop. My overstimulated brain couldn't get enough of the substance that flowed between her legs, leaving a swirl of vibrant visuals in my mind. Julia leaned over and kissed her as she breathed heavily.
"There's more over here, darling," Julia said. "It's time for us to sleep, and I think I'll doze off quite peacefully with you between my legs all night. You'll sleep...eventually, I imagine."
I wanted to obey, but I lacked the self-control to stop. Each lick triggered a wave of euphoric sensations throughout my body, and I craved more.
"Hey? What's up? Matt? Slut?" Julia called out to no one before dragging me out by my hair from between Sydney's legs. She just laughed at me as I licked the air briefly before coming to the realization that I was no longer indulging in her wetness. Julia pulled my face between her legs and I happily started licking her delicate folds as she rolled onto her side, taking me with her before closing her thighs. My head was now wedged between her thighs and the air was harder to breathe, but I didn't care. I concentrated on licking insatiably.
"Good boy. Good night." she said with a smirk and closed her eyes. She squirmed a bit in the initial half-hour or so, responding to my tongue, but eventually, her deep breaths became even and slowed with slumber. [END OF PARAPHRASE]
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