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Castle Nevoie Ch. 07

Notes to reader:

I went with BDSM, but please note there is also a fantasy element. If Vampires turn you off, look away now!

You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.

Tess-O'Meter -- Green.

-X

Ana filled her lungs with icy air and smiled. The mountains were clear, fresh, and bright. Finally the snow had stopped and was already melting in the delayed spring sun.

She slogged carefully through the slushy mud, mainly because the boots were borrowed and she didn't want to accidently step out of them.

Opening the door to the barn she gasped and jumped, almost colliding with Lord Dragan who was about to step out, umbrella in hand.

"Whoa!"

"Sorry Ana," he steadied her with a strong hand.

She laughed it off and motioned at the umbrella. "What's that for? It's not raining."

"I left the sander in the other barn," Dragan grimaced. "It's a bit bright out here for me."

Ana's eyes widened with realization. She had often wondered why there were so many umbrella's in big pots at each doorway. Considering the vamps she was staying with rarely worried about the weather. Of course, it was sun protection.Castle Nevoie Ch. 07 фото

She had learned they could move about in daylight, but burnt very easily and were not comfortable in bright light.

"Stay here, I'll go grab it," she smiled and clattered around to the other barn. Spotting the sander and bringing it back to Dragan, finding him smoothing his hands over one of the library tables with a look of lazy pleasure on his face.

The table was older than Eugen, and one of his favourites. Lord Dragan had broken it while fucking Eugen's partner, Camil, rather robustly a few days ago.

Despite the fact that Lord Dragan had gifted the castle and all the contents to Eugen around four hundred years ago, he had apologized profusely, even while they were healing the trembling, exhausted, blood soaked Camil, and promised to fix the table.

"Thank you," Dragan caught her look and flushed slightly. "Working with wood was always my first love. I so rarely get the opportunity."

"Probably broke it on purpose," Ana accused with a wink and grinned as his deep, glorious laugh rolled out. "But why are you working in here and not the wood shed?"

"Wanted the company," he nodded his head towards the other end of the barn where an assortment of animals were watching his every move. "And they keep it warmer. I'll do the varnishing in the other shed though."

Ana nodded, "I'm going to feed the babies." She gleefully made her way to the warmer end and began by dishing out nose rubs, kisses, and hugs before making up some formula and climbing into the young cow's pen.

You had to start with Hazel, or she would get very cross.

Indeed, Ana was head bumped across the pen to the hay bale where she sat and immediately offered the teat to the bossy little cow, nearly getting the thing yanked out of her grip.

"Calm down, greedy. You can't be that hungry."

"Oh, she's near starving," Camil grinned over the fence before wheeling a barrow over to the opposite pen.

Emil vaulted into her pen and leaned down for a kiss, "Morning, my love. Missed you."

"You saw me less than twenty minutes ago!"

"That's a lifetime in vampire years." He kissed her again, gave Hazel a friendly slap on her rump and vaulted back over the fence.

The morning passed quickly into afternoon, as the barn was cleaned and the animals fed and watered, before they all trapsed back to the kitchen for lunch.

It was almost mid afternoon when Ana was sent for a nap, with the promise of a dusk walk.

She went happily. The vampires kept quite regular hours. They had to, as the animals could not wait to be fed, watered, and, in the case of the goats, milked.

But they didn't need as much sleep as she did, and often stayed up very late at night.

Ana had found that catching up on her sleep with a nap was working very well. Although all four vamps watched her like over protective mother hens.

She had shown some early signs of new-donor-anorexia, and her eat, sleep, activity routine was now being monitored so closely, it was like having a team of personal well-being trainers.

Around half past four she wandered into the kitchen and was immediately hustled into a cosy jacket before being handed a warm pastry and a flask. The kitchen smelt divine.

"It's much colder now," Emil told her as he shrugged on his own coat.

She noticed Camil was also dressed for outside. "Are you coming with us?"

"Yep, dinner can just simmer so I'm going to skip out. Eugen and Lord Dragan are dealing with the horses this evening."

They pulled the door closed behind them and Ana handed the flask to Emil so she could link her arms through both of theirs, after shoving in the last bit of pastry. "You deserve a night off," she told Camil, when she had swallowed.

He pulled a face. "Not the whole night, I hope."

Ana chuckled. Vampires really were insatiable.

-X

A few hours later they were all enjoying coffee and the library fire, after a long lazy dinner.

"I fancy a game of darts," Dragan announced suddenly to the room. "Emil, are you willing?"

Before Emil could answer, Camil gave a little yip and scampered over to Lord Dragan, scrambling onto his knee and bouncing with excitement, and a big grin. The grin was replaced with a scowl when Dragan eyed him with amusement.

"I thought to use Emil, he needs to spread his submissive wings. But you can play. I seem to remember your aim is dire."

"But I wanna be the dartboard," Camil whined.

"Next time," Dragan promised and patted his head, rolling his eyes at Eugen. "Look how cute he is with that pout!"

There was a sudden blur of speed and a tearing sound. Everyone looked towards Camil, who was perched back on Dragan's knee with a smug smile.

Dragan stared at him in shock.

"My Lord?" Eugen leaned forward. "What was that?"

Dragan looked down at his ripped sleeve and bared shoulder. "He nipped me," he said, his face astounded.

"Nipped? What?" Eugen was horrified.

Even as they all watched a small bead of blood welled from the tiny wound.

Camil, his eyes on Dragan's, leaned in slowly and gently licked it healed, before dabbing a soft 'kiss it better' to Dragan's shoulder. Then he sat back again looking all sorts of wicked and innocent.

Eugen looked terrified as Dragan made some sort of shocked choking noise. Ana was delighted to realize he was trying not to laugh.

Then his hand came out and gripped Camil around the throat. Camil wasn't choking, but was firmly held and could only mewl in excited terror and happiness.

"You want punishment, pup?" Dragan shook him none too gently. "Be careful what you wish for!"

Camil's hands were on Dragan's forearm, but not to push him away, he was patting and stroking in encouragement.

Lord Dragan stood, still holding Camil by the throat, his toes just touching the floor. He turned his head and winked at the others, even as he kept his voice cold and stern. "My room in thirty minutes. Bring the darts for Emil."

"Yes, My Lord." Eugen stood as Camil was dragged out, but then sank down, his head falling to his knees. "Oh Christ. I can't believe he did that."

"Is he in trouble?" Emil was really concerned until Eugen raised his head and was laughing.

"He was amused, thought it was funny," Ana said.

"Yea, but seriously," Eugen reached out and patted Emil's leg. "It's fine, it's pretty cute, but even fifty years ago he could have been put to death for something like that. I mean, anyone but Lord Dragan. Attacking him is the same as attacking the Council, you know."

Emil's eyes were wide on the doorway. "What will he do?"

"Guess we'll find out. Come with me," Eugen led them to the kitchen. Disappearing into the store room and coming out with a large bag. It rattled when he heaved it onto the table.

Ana stepped forward at his nod and reached into the bag. Pulling out an oversized dart with a five inch thick spike and a weighted tip.

"Vampire darts," Eugen said with a smirk at Emil, then went back to the cupboard.

Emil swallowed. "I've been a dartboard before," he declared bravely as Eugen came back out with a sheet of wood.

"That was normal darts and when you were human," Eugen reminded him. He looked at Ana. "Normal darts mostly bounce off the target."

He took a pen from the shelf and drew a roughly humanoid shape on the wood then passed it to Emil. "Hold this in front of you."

Nervously Emil hid himself behind the board. Peering around at them.

Eugen handed a dart to Ana. She weighed it thoughtfully in her hand. "You need to throw hard so the spike sinks deep and can't be dragged back out by gravity."

Ana smiled and took the pen from him, walking to Emil and adding some details before heading back to Eugen.

Emil tipped the wood and eyed the roughly sketched in nipples, cock and balls. "Oh, cute."

"Duck!"

Emil's eyes widened and he crouched behind the wood as Ana threw the dart. There was a bang and it bounced off Emil's foot.

"Ouch. Shit."

Ana and Eugen bent over in laughter.

"Sure, very funny." Emil complained.

"You need more muscle behind the throw," Eugen instructed. "And remember the tip will sink during flight."

Emil cowered behind the wood again as Ana concentrated. Then, THUMP. The wood shook and the tip of the dart came through. Emil stared at it, feeling himself harden.

Six more thumps, the final one splitting the wood slightly. "Jesus, Ana!" Emil thankfully put the wood aside as Eugen and Ana sneered at him.

"Please, you don't fool us," in a flash Emil found himself on his back over the table, Eugen's hand around his throat. "Hiding behind a piece of wood! How will you feel when you are bound naked?" Eugen used his free hand to rip Emil's shirt open. "This beautiful flesh helpless against our abuse."

Emil's hands gripped Eugen's wrists as he struggled for air.

"Put your palms flat on the table," Eugen instructed.

Emil obeyed and the grip was loosened slightly. "That's different," he croaked, closing his eyes and moaning when Ana gripped him through his jeans.

"Seems excited enough to me."

Eugen pulled Emil up and embraced him briefly, pressing a kiss to his hair. "It's okay to be frightened, along with the excitement."

Emil turned and winced at the wooden board as Eugen bent to yank the practice darts free. Ana's aim had quickly zoned in to the crudely drawn chest and groin area.

"I'm not frightened exactly. I've seen Camil do this, he loves it and it's fast to heal from." He raised his eyes to Eugen. "I'm scared of letting you down in front of Lord Dragan. Embarrassing you."

Eugen stepped forward and cupped Emil's cheek, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his lips. Gently tasting him, then licking away the small wound. "Sweet boy, you could never make me anything but proud."

-X

Emil was steadier when they entered Lord Dragan's room.

Okay, his heart was in his throat and he was trembling slightly, but he was excited.

Every day Lord Dragan was keen to test him and push him a little further. Emil knew it was all about control, but his submissive needs were getting one hell of a workout.

Puzzled, he stopped and studied Camil for a moment.

Camil was tied spread-eagled to the four poster bed. Standing, his legs and arms wide. Gagged, but not blind folded.

His balls were tied off, already swollen and red, but the weight hanging was light and it was no more than a tease. Similarly, his cock was tied, but only to stop him cumming too easily.

Emil frowned. There was no sign of damage or punishment. Not so much as a plug in Camil's ass. What kind of punishment was this?

He looked at a satisfied Lord Dragan, an unhappy Eugen, and a smirking Ana. "I don't get it."

Dragan rolled his eyes and patted Eugen's arm. "Sorry my friend, but it's only one night."

Eugen sighed but squared his shoulders. "I'll just have to keep myself busy," he said, glaring at Camil.

That was when Emil looked back at Camil and saw the need, desire, and despair in his eyes.

He wasn't being punished with whipping, or fucking, or beating, all of which he craved.

Camil was being punished with nothing at all, which was far more terrible.

As a human, Emil enjoyed sex and submitting, but could live without it. When he was travelling his right hand was enough until he got home.

As a vampire. Hmmmm? Who knew, it was all so new, but he didn't think he had the same kind of craving that Camil suffered. He was excited, eager to explore his new limits (there had to be some silver lining to being turned against his will) and pleased to be chosen tonight.

But he wouldn't be devastated if Dragan changed his mind and made him wait. Camil looked devasted.

"No one is to touch him," Lord Dragan instructed, and Emil gasped, even as Eugen bowed his head.

That was different. Touch was incredibly important to vampires. They were basically like pet cats that way.

Or, to be fair, maybe like the semi-feral that tricked you into a tummy rub before raking your arm with sharp back claws.

Dragan simply raised a brow at Camil's dark, swimming, pleading eyes until they were lowered in submission.

"Humph," was all he said, then turned to Emil. "Come on then. Let's see you suffer."

Emil shuddered despite himself, but was pleased to be drawn into a tight hug by his Sire before he was led to the far wall.

His legs were bound to a St Andrews Cross. A very old one, with dark stains on the ancient wood, before his arms were bound behind it.

Emil had, in the past, played darts with Camil as the board, and knew that arms and legs were zero points, so were best kept out of the way as much as possible.

By the time he was secured, he was hard and throbbing, his cock already leaking on to the floor.

"Camil has a good view, he will keep score," Lord Dragan explained to Ana. "We have nine darts each and throw in games of three."

Ana nodded and moved forward.

"A torso hit is twenty points," Dragan indicated from high chest to upper thighs. "Within three inches of a balls eye is thirty five points, and the balls eyes are nipples, including the whole areola, balls, cock, and inside the navel. Fifty points."

"Belly button?" Ana confirmed, gently scrapping her nail inside Emil's cute little dip and making him moan.

"Correct." He looked at Emil. "You ready?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"I can smell your fear."

Emil smiled. "I know," he admitted breathlessly.

Dragan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm starting to wonder how the fuck we managed not to kill him when he was human," he said as Eugen approached.

Eugen smiled fondly, his eyes on Ana. "He did always want more. I guess it was our exquisite control. Although we often exhausted him for days."

"Yes," Lord Dragan ran a hand down Emil's quivering abs and then took him in hand and stroked him gently. "He did always taste so sweet and was always so eager to bend over." He stole a kiss. "Little slut."

"Oh, fuck!" Emil moaned, trying to thrust into Dragan's hand.

Sniggering, Ana moved forward and claimed a kiss of her own. Then Emil was blindfolded before Eugen kissed him deeply, knowing Camil was watching and needy. Eugen then fixed a gag and slid a mask over Emil's head.

Ana grinned and tapped it lightly. "It's a hockey mask!" She wrinkled her nose at the Montreal logo. "Wrong team!"

"Sure," Eugen grinned back. "The visor is longer than normal. It will protect his head and neck. He would survive a neck shot but it's too unpleasant to be fun. And darts in the face, or god forbid, the eyes. Well, these days we don't take that kind of risk."

They all walked back to the throwing point. Ana chose red darts and stood as directed by Lord Dragan. With a deep breath and squinting in concentration she threw the first dart.

A pained grunt was forced from Emil and his abs contracted as the dart buried itself deep between his ribs.

Ana looked to Dragan for reassurance, but he looked delighted. "Good girl, I didn't think you would get one in straight away, you're a natural."

"It is okay?" she bit her lip. "What about his lungs?"

"It's fine," Eugen rubbed her shoulder, his eyes hungrily soaking up Emil's shaking trembles. "We heal almost instantly against such a small wound. It's pain, that's all."

Indeed, there was only the tiniest trickle of blood on Emil's torso.

"You keeping score, pup?" Lord Dragan demanded of Camil, who nodded, his eyes locked with jealous intensity on Emil.

"Okay," Ana nodded to herself and re-took her position. The second dart hit dead centre, but about two inches higher than Emil's navel.

Third dart, a deep breath, and she let it fly. "Shit!" The dart hit Emil's hip and sank back out before hitting the floor.

"Oh, bad luck." Eugen told her. "Too bony there."

"It's a good start," Dragan said, and stood aside as Eugen took his stance.

Ana saw his arm move and heard Emil squeal, but the dart was too fast to even be a blur. It was buried in his left nipple, not quite dead centre, the purple feathers shaking with Emil's sobs.

"Hmmm," Eugen seemed disappointed, even though it was a bulls eye. He let the next dart fly, causing a groan of agonized pleasure from Emil. The dart was deep in his bellybutton.

"Leave space for me," Dragan grumbled.

Eugen lifted his third dart and winked at Ana. "Emil," he called. "Take a deep breath and hold it."

They watched Emil's chest rise and still. Then he screamed as the third dart hit his right nipple, in the exact spot as on his left.

"Show off," Dragan complained as he took his place.

"I left room," Eugen pointed out, and Ana chuckled.

Dragan rolled his shoulders, swung his arm, and did a little dance to make Ana laugh. Then he lifted his left arm.

"Now who's showing off," Eugen muttered as the dart flew. Green nestling next to the purple in Emil's navel. His cock bobbed.

"Is he into navel torture?" Ana asked.

"Oh yea. Loves it. One of his favorite places for us to drink from."

They watched as Dragan threw again, cursing in some unknown language as the dart buried deep in Emil's thigh. Too low to score.

"Awwwwww," Eugen commiserated insincerely.

Dragan glared at him. "I haven't done this in years."

"Of course, My Lord," Eugen agreed, adding "Excuses!" under his breath to Ana with a grin.

Dragan cuffed him playfully and then switched hands. The dart flew and Emil screamed louder than he had so far. Dragan raised a brow and blew on his fingers like a wanna-be James Bond. "Still got it."

Eugen had run forward to look. "Dead centre. Oh, hush," he soothed a sobbing Emil.

When Ana moved forward to see she winced. The dart had entered the very centre of Emil's left nipple. No wonder he was distraught. "Okay, I guess that stings a bit," she quipped and made Dragan and Eugen crack up.

"You're up," Eugen told her, and Ana hurried back to her position. She pursed her lips and let fly. Emil cried out as the dart nestled deep in his left testicle.

"Bullseye!" Eugen shouted as Lord Dragan cheered.

"I was aiming for his cock, but let's see." Ana concentrated hard and sure enough, her second throw buried itself securely in Emil's straining cock.

He wasn't screaming now. It was more like an animal groan of depraved pleasure.

Eugen and Dragan watched with interest as she threw again, this time pinning the other ball.

"Jesus, did Ana just take the lead?"

"Indeed she did," Dragan was clearly pleased. "Looks like we have our work cut out.

From that point it was bulls eyes all the way from Eugen and Dragan, who also started trying to distract each other.

Ana got another ball and another cock hit, and her others were general abs and chest.

After forty minutes of play, Eugen won, with Dragan second, but they both assured her that she had not disgraced herself at all. All but one of her darts had stayed put, and Emil was moaning and writhing in his binds with twenty-six darts spearing his flesh.

 

Dragan had removed Camil's gag so he could confirm the scores, and with only a look had quelled the begging.

Eugen and Ana took the protective helmet and wrappings from Emil and revealed his flushed face, damp cheeks, and happy smile. "Fuck it hurts. Fuck it hurts so good." He babbled and accepted kisses before Dragan spoke to both suffering vampires.

"We are going down for a nightcap before we release you, Emil. You just enjoy yourself. As you know, removing the darts will be more painful than when they went in."

Emil paled and they left the room giggling at his happy shudders of dread.

"Guess he forgot about that bit," Eugen chirped.

They entered the library, speaking quietly so they were not overheard. If Camil or Emil called out then the vampires would be with them in two seconds.

"The anticipation of the removal will make it more enjoyable for Emil," Lord Dragan explained as he handed Ana a drink and sat opposite her. "But also, I would not leave Camil alone in bondage, not when I have denied him touch."

"Is it unsafe?" Ana asked frowning. Camil was just hanging there and vampires are hard to kill, or even harm.

"No, it would be unkind." He leaned forward as Eugen sat next to Ana. "Vampires do not do well alone. We need touch, and play, and love. To leave Camil alone during a punishment would be cruel. It would also bring back memories of his own captivity under Constantine which I would not for all the world remind him of. Emil's presence will distract him. They will be chatting like hens about the experience, I can assure you."

"So, it's a real punishment?" she asked and Dragan chuckled.

"No, but I enjoy making him think it is. So far he is enjoying being helpless. I want him to think he is there all night with Eugen banished."

Eugen looked up, his eyes unhappy and Dragan relented.

"You will leave with Ana and Emil, but just for a couple of hours. Then we will bring him down and into bed with us. He will sleep well satisfied.

Eugen's grin flashed. "He may think twice before cheeking you again."

"Oh, I do hope not!"

Ana reached out for Dragan's arm and he looked at her surprised.

"You said that vampires do not do well alone, but what about you? You don't live here. Are you not often alone?"

Dragan gave her a sad smile and kissed her forehead. "What a sweet girl you are." He looked at them both. "Camil and Eugen have been my family for many years. This is my home, even if I'm not here as much as I would like."

"Always your home, Sire." Eugen went to his knees and placed his head on Dragan's lap.

"And Emil is now mine, so perhaps I will be around more." His fingers tangled lazily in Eugen's hair. "You remember I told you of my soul-mate?"

"You've known twice, but both times human," Ana mumbled.

Dragan nodded. "My hope remains that next time we meet, he or she will want to stay with me and accept the change. That is ever my hope." He saw Ana's eyes fill and waved a hand.

"I am rarely alone. I have homes and extended family all over the world. Honestly, Ana. Sometimes I would do anything for some time to be by myself. You do not need to be sad for me."

"You must have good people around you in The Council to be able to stay away."

"I do. Very good people. I expect some news will arrive soon, now that the weather is clearing, but my absence will not have been a problem. Not now that Constantine is gone.

They chatted more about Dragan's usual life and work with The Council, which was based in the northern coast of Norway. Ana was surprised to find The Council's headquarters (although they had properties in most countries around the world) was in Hammerfest, Norway.

"I thought Norway was sunnier than places like Australia?" Ana queried.

"It depends on your definition on sunny," Dragan confirmed. "Yes, to more daylight hours, but the winters are dark and long, and the summers although long days, are not too hot and often cloudy, covered in sea mist."

Ana nodded and listened intently as he continued.

"For centuries the main bases for The Council were in Rome and Paris. Of course, we are still in both places, but after the second world war, we needed a new home. One designed for purpose and one that could take us into the future."

He took a sip of his drink. "Like much of Europe, Norway had a determined and resilient resistance movement during the war, but suffered appalling destruction. It was the perfect opportunity to both build and dig in as we wished, but also to quietly support the battered communities to get back on their feet."

"Vampires were very active during the war, usually supporting the communities in which they had lived for generations," Eugen added. "But because we are so hard to kill and can move at speed. Cover large distances without the need for shelter, food, or water, we were able to link between different groups in different countries."

Dragan nodded. "We hide wherever, can disappear in the blink of an eye, and take sustenance from our enemy as we go."

"Ana," Eugen was still kneeling in front of Dragan, but sat straight now, looking at her intently. "When a leader of The Council is elected, then only stepping back or death will end their term. Lord Dragan's name was put forward, in no small part, due to his courageous activities during that horrible conflict and the fact he has twice allowed his soul-mate to live a human life and leave him behind. He is seen as the wisest and kindest of us." Eugen bowed his head again in reverence.

"Oh, Jesus, stop." Clearly embarrassed, Dragan pulled Eugen up and kissed him, before gently pushing him back to sit next to Ana. "What Eugen didn't point out is that if a leader does something so heinous, then being put to death would be the sentence. So it's in my best interests to be the best leader I can be."

Ana considered. "You are all a strange combination of ancient and modern ways."

"Yes," Dragan chuckled, raising his glass to his lips. "Yes, I suppose that's very true." He drank then placed the empty glass aside. "Come. Let's free Emil."

-X

Ana was surprised to find herself too squeamish to yank the darts free from Emil's body.

He had healed around them, so Lord Dragan and Eugen took turns to pull the point out while the other lapped at the fresh dribbles of blood.

Instead she stroked him slowly, keeping him on edge through the second round of torture, until finally he was dart free and she allowed him to cum. Smirking at a vibrating Camil as she did so.

Emil fell into Eugen's arms when he was untied. Dragan gave him a small sip from his wrist, to make sure he was healed by the time they were back in Ana's bedroom next door.

Eugen placed him on the covers and kissed him deeply. "Did you enjoy that?"

"It was amazing. But Eugen, I'm worried about Camil. He's really unhappy."

"Only for another couple of hours," Eugen reassured him. "Don't worry. Dragan won't leave him alone and I've been invited back later." He looked at Ana. "But for now?"

She smiled coyly. "For now?"

"Sweet Ana."

Emil looked between them, his eyes lighting up. "Really? Ana, you want to?"

Ana leaned over and kissed him before cupping Eugen's cheek and kissing him just as tenderly. "Oh yes, I want to. Will Camil know?"

"He will," Eugen grinned as he tore off his shirt and went to work on his jeans.

"And will he be jealous?"

"Yes. He'll be spitting mad that he had to wait." Now naked, Eugen pulled Ana into his lap and with Emil's help peeled her out of her clothes.

Ana rubbed herself against Eugen's cock and bent her head to claim a deep kiss. Surprised and pleased when he allowed her to take the lead.

He moaned against her lips and tried to thrust up. His hands sliding from her hips to her breasts.

"My God," He mumbled, bending his head to press his lips against her smooth breast. "I haven't had a woman in years."

Ana giggled, enjoying the odd sensation of both feeling safe and feeling new lips on her skin at the same time. Emil had removed all of her clothing, ripping her underwear in impatience, and now bent her back into his arms, claiming his own kiss.

Ana flowed backwards, one hand cupping Eugen's cheek, the other gripping Emil's neck. It was like floating, they could both lift and move her with ease.

The men paused and looked each other for a moment, before sharing a kiss. Ana moaned, her fingers tracing their lips, it was so erotic.

When they broke apart, Eugen's head dipped low, even as he lifted her hips to his face, his tongue sweeping across her as she yelled and writhed.

Her upper body was still cradled in Emil's arms and he held her fast as he kissed and sucked at her flesh.

Ana gripped Eugen's hair in one hand and held him against her as she rocketed over the first, fast peak. "Fuck. Holy fuck," she gasped, feeling the breath of Eugen's chuckles against her damp hot centre.

He adjusted her position and brought her back to his lap. "Are you sure, sweet Ana?"

"God, yes. Inside me, please." Ana let out a low moan as Eugen pressed against her and then slipped inside. He was bigger than Emil and she revelled in the stretch.

Emil was supporting her from behind. His hands and lips petting and soothing her. She turned her head for another kiss, groaning against his lips when she felt Eugen nip at her skin even as he rocked inside her.

She pulled her lips from Emil's. "Bite me," she begged. "Please, take me."

Emil's concerned eyes found Eugen's, but when he received a reassuring nod he lowered his mouth to the curve of Ana's shoulder. Kissing, licking, and nipping at her hot flesh, before sinking his teeth in hard.

Ana came and cried out. She felt the deep pull of Emil's mouth before he licked her healed. Then he bit again at the same time that Eugen sank his teeth into her breast. "Oh Christ, Oh fuck!" Her hips jack-knifed frantically against Eugen.

Chuckling, Eugen pulled her up and against his torso. Soothing her and calming her. Then pulling back and searching her eyes, which widened when she felt Emil's fingers on her bum.

"You don't have to," Eugen told her.

"I want to," She answered quickly, and pressed down when Emil's slicked up finger explored her hole. As best she could, given that Eugen was still inside her.

She was sob-moaning within a few minutes and shivered from head to toe when she felt Emil pressing close behind her.

Eugen stilled as Emil gently eased into her. Ana thought she might literally split in two, but feeling the hard damp muscled chests of both men sandwiching her between them was insanely hot.

"Okay, my love?" Emil whispered in her ear.

"Yes. Just. Slow. I've never, not like this."

"We've got you." Emil's promise was soft against her hair, even as his hand sneaked around and started to rub her entrance. His fingers dancing over both her and Eugen.

Eugen moaned, almost in pain, and started to move again as gently as he could.

Ana, her discomfort shifting to an aching need, reached one hand backwards to hold Emil close. Her free hand looping around Eugen's strong shoulders. Taking back control, she started to ride.

"Slowly. Christ, Ana, slowly."

Ignoring Eugen's plea Ana shoved him backwards, toppling on top of him, Emil falling with her. "Fuck me," she demanded and sank her teeth into his neck.

Suddenly she was pressed between two snarling rutting vampires, cries of pleasure being forced from her faster than she could breathe.

Her skin bruised from their demanding hands, her flesh subjected to bite after bite, as they tasted and healed, each time pushing her higher and higher, until finally she exploded. Screaming with pleasure as Eugen went limp beneath her and Emil thrust several times before collapsing on top of them both.

"Fuck," Emil gasped in several deep breaths before he managed to lever himself up and slightly to the side. "Fuck, Ana. Are you okay?" He brushed his hand up her back, to her shaking shoulders.

"Ana?" His fingers tangled in her curls as he tugged them back, trying to see her face that was buried in Eugen's neck. Finally she lifted her head. Her cheeks were wet. Emil was amazed to see she was laughing.

"I think we broke Eugen," she giggled, shifting up further to cross her arms on his chest and look down.

Indeed Eugen was spread out motionless beneath her.

Emil poked his side with no response. "Man, and I always thought he was tough," he grinned.

"Tell Camil I loved him," Eugen mumbled, barely moving his lips and without opening his eyes.

Ana smiled and rolled into Emil's arms, ready for a cuddle. Eugen opened his eyes now and turned to look her over. "Are you hurt at all?"

"No, I'm wonderful."

"Any bites we missed healing?"

Ana shook her head and yawned.

"You bit me you vixen," Eugen accused, rubbing at the bruise on his neck.

"Love bite," she claimed sleepily, her energy fading fast.

She stayed in Emil's arms, not bothering to look when Eugen brought a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaned her up, exchanging soft kisses with Emil.

She sighed happily when he returned and she was snuggled again between them.

-X

Next door, Camil grimaced in his binds.

Lord Dragan was reading and yawning, getting ready to sleep, seemingly unaffected by the sounds, scents, and erotic vibes coming from down the corridor.

Now all was quiet and Camil knew Emil had fallen asleep. He could feel it.

He tensed and relaxed his muscles again, uncomfortable in the bondage. Of course, his cock was rock hard, even as he sniffled.

Fucking idiotic submissive needs.

It wasn't like he and Eugen were never apart. There had been unavoidable travel and other events that had kept them apart in the past, but he always hated it.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Lord Dragan had given him a little kiss or embrace before he went to bed, but no. Such a severe punishment for such a small joke.

He sniffled again but then stilled at a noise from the corridor. His senses flaring to life as he recognized Eugen's scent.

Eugen came in the door, naked and rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Well you had fun," Lord Dragan pronounced, as he put his book down and threw the sheets aside, standing also naked and walking closer to Camil.

Eugen blushed and winced. "Ana took the lead, she's wild."

"Is she okay?"

"Yes, of course."

"And do you have any energy left?"

Eugen finally turned and looked at Camil. His eyes roaming up and down hungrily, enjoying the site of the harsh bondage and Camil's helpless body.

"Oh, I'm sure I have a little energy left," he smirked.

Camil's smile was brighter than the sun.

-X

To be continued.

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