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Someone tackled Trevor from behind, wrapping their arms around him. “Gotcha!”
“Oh no,” he muttered, as he was standing there in the kitchen cleaning the dishes. “Whatever should I do?”
Greta chuckled. “I got the big bad vampire here!”
“I am a vampire hunter, for God’s sake,” Trevor muttered, getting the dish towel to dry some of the dishes off.
“Who also happens to be a vampire.” That was Adrian, standing now in the door of the kitchen. He was grinning as well, showing off his fangs.
“Great, are you two now teaming up on me?” Trevor put the plate he had just cleaned to the side, before turning around to Greta. He eyed her, before deciding to show his own fangs. “Maybe I should play the big bad vampire, hmm? Would you like that?” He pushed a finger underneath her chin, acting as if he was about to bite her neck.
“A big bad vampire, eh?” she said. With one hand she pushed against his lips. “We cannot have that, can we?”
“I do not think we can,” Adrian agreed with a slight chuckle. “I think we have to do something about that.”
“Oh yeah?” Trevor looked at him. Using his own vampiric speed he had some control over after more than a year in this form, he moved over to Adrian, pressing him against the door frame. “And what are you going to do about it, my dear half-vampire bastard, eh?” He let Adrian feel his fangs, even though it was without biting him.
Though he would have liked to. Oh, Trevor would have liked to bite him. Because the intimacy of the bite was something he had gotten quite addicted to.
Something shifted. He felt it. Something shifted in Adrian, and he just understood that it was alright. His fangs pierced the other man’s neck, allowing him to greedily drink a few sips of blood.
“Oh Belmont,” Greta muttered, coming over to them. “What are you doing?”
Trevor licked over his dear dhampir’s neck to close the bite wound. “Being a bad, bad vampire, I assume?”
“A nasty vampire indeed.” Now it was Sypha, coming back from bringing the two baby girls to bed – a task that was not always that easy.
“Yes, I think so too.” Greta ran her fingers along Trevor’s spine. “I think we need to tie this vampire up.”
Trevor’s eyebrows shot up at this suggestion. “Tie me up?” He could not help the grin that followed. “Whyever would you do that?”
“Oh yes, Belmont. We are gonna tie you up nice and tight and then make sure to properly teach you a lesson. You bad and nasty vampire, you.” She grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back, before addressing the other two. “What do you think?”
“I think that is a fabulous idea,” Sypha agreed. “Before we wake up sucked dry, right?”
“Oh, I will suck you dry in other ways,” Trevor muttered, earning himself a slap on his behind for this.
They were now all three looking at Adrian, unsure whether he would take a chance to opt out. And the man – this fucking beautiful marble statue of a man – was standing there, flustered once more. Then he caressed Trevor’s cheek. “Well, I think he needs to learn a lesson.”
“See, Belmont? They all agree.” Greta used his arms to maneuver him into the corridor outside their kitchen – and from their in the straightest possible line towards their bed chamber.
On the way Trevor could feel himself getting hard already. Because oh, this sounded like some fun. And fun was not that reliable to get with two little baby girls around and one toddler. Not to say, that they did not have a proper session in two weeks already. Sure, there had been little quickies from time to time – but no time to engage in more.
Why were children just so… well, time-intensive in their care?
Already he was eyeing the two cribs standing in the bed chamber suspiciously. Because both girls were not even quite a year and as such… Well, one had to be careful.
“Now, Adrian. You hold this useless man down,” Greta demanded, pushing Trevor down until he was on his knees. “I am going to get a good rope.”
Trevor just looked at his husband, who as always seemed just a bit afraid to hurt him in any way. But he still did, what Greta demanded. He pushed Trevor down, holding his hands behind his back, while kissing Trevor’s neck.
A kiss that got Trevor to close his eyes as the most pleasurable shiver of all time ran down his back.
“Are you a hungry vampire right now?” Sypha asked, pushing some of the rebellious hair out of Trevor’s face.
Trevor could not help but smirk. “Oh, quite hungry. Just not for blood. I might want to ravage you still…”
“Nasty,” Greta commented, as she returned with some rope. “As I said.”
She took over from Adrian again, binding Trevor’s arms behind his back – even though he was very much still dressed. There was still something that was right about him being bound. Especially with the way that Greta bound him. She was quite skilled with this.
“There. He already knows his place, if he is honest. Our little vampire.” She smiled. “Don’t you?”
He did not reply, just looked at her.
“Yes, you do.” She stretched, before starting to undress. “And I know just how to let the lesson sink in, you know?”
“You do?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, Belmont. I know it quite well.” Finally naked – her clothes just on the floor – she sat on the side of the bed, spreading her legs. “You can make some good use of that tongue of yours, don’t you think?”
“You really love it, when I do that, don’t you?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” she replied, and let him come close.
Well, it was not as if Trevor did not like it. He liked to use his skills – especially on those he cared about. And he was quite proud to be able to claim, that indeed he had quite the skill when it came to his tongue. As such, he leaned forward willingly, while Greta spread her legs even further for him.
By now even she was so familiar to him. He knew how to tease her, how to pleasure her, and how to annoy her just a little. And each of those things he did to great enjoyment. He knew that it was more effective to tackle her clit from a bit below, as it had a rather sturdy hood. Just as he knew it would annoy her, when he focused too much on her cunt. Especially since Sasca had been born. Greta liked the attention on her clit more than anywhere else he could reach with his tongue.
But she was also quite good at giving him feedback. That sweet, nonverbal feedback communicated through her moans, through the way she ran her fingers through his hair. He could sense her pleasure in those little touches, could sense it in her breath even. And he could smell and feel her pulse – something his vampiric senses were always quite aware off.
“See?” she whispered, as she had finally finished, pulling back his head. “You can be such a sweet little vampire. When you are not too hungry.”
He smirked, turning his head to kiss the inside of her thighs. “You know, you have some pretty strong veins here, too.”
This made her laugh. Softly she put one foot against his chest, pressing him back. “I don’t think your lesson has quite sunken in.”
“Oh no,” he muttered. “Whatever can we do?”
It was Sypha, who now sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson next.”
“You should?”
“Yes, I should,” she said. “And it starts with you getting onto that bed.”
He smirked at her. “Quite demanding, aren’t we?”
“Well, you are the bad vampire who just starts to suck on his husband, without any prior warning, aren’t you?” she said, yet helping him up to get him onto the thankfully rather large bed. “Now…” She made quick process with his trousers, opening them and letting them fall to the ground.
And he was quite thankful – his cock agreed. Already standing there bright up and ready for some interaction.
“So, how do you want me?” he asked. “You fearless vampire huntress, that you are.”
“I want you on your back,” she replied. “I want you on your back…” She pushed against his torso and he listened, while Greta moved out of the way.
With some hunger in their eyes, they watched Sypha stripped as well, before coming over to Trevor, straddling him.
Now, ever since they had started with games like this, Trevor had learned that it was not at all comfortable to lie on one’s back, while one’s arms had been tied behind said back. But he would endure this for now. And be it just for this wonderful view opening up right now, as Sypha was on him, moving her hips until his cock could simply slide into her.
He moaned, as her flesh encased him. It was simply one of the best feelings there was. Especially for someone with a drive such as his own. He loved to feel this woman against his own body. In fact he loved each one of them. In their own way, of course. It was a very tender love he felt for Sypha and Adrian, while the feelings were a bit different towards Greta. Love, yes, but not quite that tender. More familiar – if it was a family member, you also really enjoyed fucking he guessed.
“Darn,” he whispered, as Sypha started to move her hip. “Darn, woman, you feel so fucking good.”
“I assume so,” she whispered cheekily. Both her hands were against his chest, as she used them to keep herself up. “And you are going to be a good vampire, aren’t you?”
“Oh, the best vampire there is.” A moan came over his lips, as he could no longer hold it back. “The best little vampire.” He moaned again.
Which each of his partners, it was just a bit different. It felt always just a bit different. No wonder. They had differing bodies – and differing preferences. Sypha could be many things. She could be quite sweet, she could even be submissive, but she could be quite the evil woman as well. Today she was sweet, and just a bit evil, as she was riding him.
She was moaning herself, but her moans, too, were sweet and tender. There was this beautiful softness in her eyes as well. He loved to see. Yes. He always loved to see it there.
In the end, he closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling shared between their bodies. As if they were slowly becoming one. Metaphorically that was – he really could not do yet another infant in his life. There were too many of them by now.
Still, it was hard to hold back. It was hard to hold back in the end, with the two of them almost climaxing at once.
There was a moment of silence, that followed, as Sypha smiled at him. “Just look at the sweet vampire,” she said. “Now he is not quite that cheeky anymore.”
Trevor smirked. “Are you so sure?”
“Oh, what are you going to do now, little vampire?” his bastard husband asked, sitting on the side of the bed. He leaned over Trevor now, kissing his lips. “Are you going to bite me again?” Another kiss, then he pushed his fingers against Trevor’s lips.
“Maybe just a little?” Trevor took those fingers in, sucking them for a bit, just how he would suck Adrian’s cock. Then he pricked one of them just a little, licking of that delicious sweet blood.
“So…” Adrian pulled his fingers out. “You want me to teach you a lesson, too?”
“Oh, I would love to learn a lesson by my favorite dhampir bastard,” Trevor asked.
“Is that so?” Adrian asked. He looked over to the women, before giving a tiny sigh. Then he undressed himself, his blonde hair flowing over his shoulders like gold. “You know what to do, don’t you, my dear Belmont?”
“I think I do,” Trevor replied. He turned around, as well as his current state allowed it. But still, it was easier this way – and they both knew it.
There was a routine in this by now. In the way they applied the oil. In the way Adrian pushed into him. It was familiar as well, and so was the ecstasy that followed. This was just as good as getting to fuck the women. Trevor loved the feeling of his husband being like this with him. As he was thrusting into him, was moaning almost in synch with Trevor once more. It felt good. Just as being with the two women had felt.
Just in a different way. Oh, so many different ways.
This time Trevor’s arousal was not collecting that quickly at once. This time, it was slow, but maybe even more enjoyable in that way. Especially as Adrian was not too brutal in his thrusts, keeping a steady pace, that allowed both of them to sink into the pleasure once more. Bit by bit they continued, until Trevor could not keep another animalistic growl in. “Adrian…” The name escaped him. “Darn, fuck. Adrian.” He was well aware that the women chuckled over his cussing.
It felt like an eternity of hovering in the air – but in the end, he was falling. And he was falling fast. Once more he fell into the pool of ecstasy, as it was taking over all his thoughts, all his mind. He almost fell over on the bed, just lying there, panting.
“Oh fuck…” he groaned, as he tried to get back to having any clear thought.
“I think we now at the very least tired out this vampire,” Greta muttered. “He will no longer be dangerous to us anymore.”
“You think?” Trevor grumbled, as he was still lying there underneath his husband.
It was his husband, though, who for once allowed himself to tease Trevor just a bit. He leaned down to kiss Trevor’s neck. “Maybe we should still leave this nasty, evil vampire tied up. Just to be sure. You know? Who knows what he might try to do next.”
“Yes, when I will suck you dry, in your sleep,” Trevor muttered. “That’s… exactly, what I will do.”
“Yeah, that was what I feared,” Sypha said. “I think we really need to leave you tied up, Treffy.”
“Ugh.” Trevor grumbled, as he rolled onto his side. “I am not quite sure whether I can feel my right hand still.”
“You are not?”
“No, I am not,” he muttered.
“Oh, poor little vampire,” Greta muttered. “And yet… I am not sure whether this might just be a rouse.”
“Please…” He looked at her with what he hoped was his best impression of a puppy gaze. “Also, I need cuddles now.”
“Typical,” Adrian muttered, though he reached to untie the rope. “You and your cuddles.”
“Well, cuddles are important,” Trevor argued.
Sypha sighed, coming closer as well. “Yes, we know, Treffy. Cuddles are important indeed.”
