"Co here," she whispered, the order now laden with urgency. "Co..."
The rhythm had already been established, a brutal and wet beat that shook not only their joined bodies, but the very structure of the bed.
Victor, standing on the floor, gripped Serafall’s hips with a fierce grip, pulling her to et each of his thrusts.
Each impact was an assertion of possession, a sound of flesh against flesh that echoed in the room like a primal drum.
Serafall, on all fours above Natasha, buried her face in her friend’s dark hair, her moans muffled by the volu of the strands.
Her breasts, heavy and loose, swayed violently with the impact of each thrust.
With each forward movent, they slamd forcefully against Natasha’s face and shoulders, a soft, fleshy percussion that marked the rhythm of lust.
Natasha’s soft, pale skin was already flushed in places, marked not by violence, but by sensual and unconscious abuse.
"Ah! Ah! Deeper... deeper, Victor! In-in-that place~!" Serafall moaned, her voice distorted by pleasure and the position.
She thrust her hips back, eting him forcefully, causing her breasts to crush his sleeping face again.
Natasha’s parted mouth moved slightly against Serafall’s nipple, an accidental contact that made the vampire shudder and let out a sharp squeal.
Victor was lost in the whirlwind.
The forbidden sight, the sound, the sensation of possessing Serafall while she used Natasha’s sleeping body as an altar and pillow... it was an explosive combination.
His movents beca even more uncontrolled, deeper, seeking his own end with an almost desperate fury. The bed creaked in protest.
It was at this peak of noise and frenzied movent that a different sound cut through the air.
"Hnnngh...?" A low, hoarse grunt, heavy with confusion and deep sleep.
The sound didn’t co from Serafall, whose moans were loud and clear, nor from Victor, whose sighs were panting and hoarse. It ca from below.
The movents ceased for a second, frozen in the air like a photograph of depravity. Victor remained motionless, still deeply buried. Serafall held her breath, her body arched in tension.
Slowly, very slowly, Natasha’s eyelids opened.
Her eyes, glassy and clouded by deep sleep, blinked a few tis, trying to focus on the darkness of the room. The confusion was palpable on her face. She felt the weight on her back, the strange pressure on her face, the dampness in the air, the intense heat emanating from the intertwined bodies above her.
Her gaze, still unfocused, rose. She found Serafall’s face, inverted, just inches from hers. The vampire’s dark eyes, filled with undisguised ecstasy and a spark of pure mischievous defiance, stared into hers.
’What the hell is this?~’ Natasha blinked again. The fog of sleep began to dissipate, replaced by a slow, very slow, process of understanding.
She felt the final movent, the last tremor of Serafall’s body against hers. She felt Victor’s panting breath behind them.
She felt the... dampness... oh yes, her groin was wet because Serafall’s love juices were dripping from her vagina onto her... That finally woke her up!
Her eyes, now more alert, scanned the scene: her own position, Serafall’s position mounted on her, Victor’s expression.
’What the fuck~’ The confusion in her eyes began to transform.
Not into imdiate anger, nor into horror. First ca a strange glint of recognition, then a spark of sothing far deeper and more unsettling.
Natasha didn’t say a word.
She just... looked.
First at Serafall, then, with a slow movent of her neck, at Victor. Her face was a serene mask, but her eyes... her eyes shone with a light that wasn’t entirely human.
It was the glow of newly awakened blood, of distorted devotion, and now, of a sudden and brutally intimate awareness.
"What the hell is this?" Natasha said as Serafall’s breasts nearly hit her face.
Serafall looked down, her face still flushed, biting her lip as she felt Victor’s cock pounding hard inside her.
"Ahhnn— Y-you woke up— Hnnmn!!" Serafall moaned between groans.
Victor said nothing, only continued fucking Serafall.
"But... stop! Get off — mmph!" Her protests were abruptly silenced.
With a quick and decisive movent, Serafall lowered her torso. Instead of just rocking against Natasha’s face, she grabbed one of her heavy breasts and, with lascivious precision, positioned the hardened nipple directly against her friend’s parted lips.
"Shut up," Serafall ordered, her voice a hoarse whisper laden with absolute authority and raw pleasure.
The sound of their bodies colliding didn’t diminish; Victor, spurred on by the scene, quickened his pace, his hands gripping Serafall’s hips tighter.
"It’s none of your business. You’re dreaming. Just a wet nightmare, darling." Natasha tried to turn her head, her eyes wide with indignation and shock, but Serafall used her free hand to gently but firmly grasp the nape of her neck.
"Just... suck," Serafall whispered, her own moan rising in pitch as Victor struck her at a particularly sensitive angle. "Suck and go back to sleep. Like a baby. That’s all you need to do."
The provocation was monuntal. The forced intimacy, the reduction to a childlike and passive role amidst that depravity...
Natasha felt a whirlwind of emotions – anger, humiliation, a perverse curiosity that shad her. The soft, salty skin of Serafall’s breast pressed against her lips. Her scent, intense and sweet with sweat and excitent, filled her nostrils.
For a mont of pure rebellion, she clenched her jaw, ready to bite. She wanted to hurt Serafall to push her away.
Serafall’s eyes narrowed.
She said nothing.
She only contracted the internal muscles around Victor with a sudden, addictive force, making him groan loudly and lose his rhythm for a second.
The ssage was clear: she was in control, even if possessed. And Natasha was part of it, whether she wanted to be or not.
Natasha’s resistance vanished, replaced by a strange and intoxicating resignation.
The madness of the blood, the devotion to the "Master" she felt for Victor, the post-sleep confusion... it all amalgamated. Her lips finally parted. She didn’t suck with gusto, but accepted the offer, the tip of her tongue touching the hardened nipple in a hesitant contact.
"Ahhhnn— That’s it... like that!!~
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