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Authors: Todd Gregory

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I could not take my eyes away from his and was aware that the green stone around his neck was also glowing. I sensed rather than saw Nico climbing out of the bed on the other side. I could hear his footsteps as he walked over to the French doors, and the click as he pushed them open.
“You were so beautiful when you were bound that I wanted to fuck you right then and there. Oh, yes,” he said when I flinched, “didn't he explain to you that we are the two halves of the whole? I am the dark; he is the light. I am the top; he is the bottom.” He reached down and took his cock into his hands. “You want me inside of you, just as you wanted to be inside of him, don't you?”
And God help me, I did. I wanted him on top of me, his cock inside of me.
My asshole twitched with desire.
“You are such a whore,”
Rachel's voice echoed inside my head, exasperated.
I dismissed her.
“If all you're going to do is bitch at me and not rescue me, then go to hell and shut the fuck up.”
“You need rescuing from a good fuck, Cord?”
Her voice mocked me. “
Since when? I can read your thoughts, remember ? You want him inside of you, don't you, you disgusting pig.”
“Rescue me or shut the fuck up.”
He climbed onto the bed and stood over me on all fours—his knees inside of my legs, his hands on either side of my head. His long, luxuriant dark hair glinted chestnut in the chandelier's light and hung on either side of his head down toward me. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.
He tasted succulent and rich, sweet yet an entirely different kind of sweet from his brother. His lips worked against mine as he lowered his pelvis down on top of me, and I felt his thickness pressing against my now-hard cock. Nico had been warm, but Lorenzo radiated heat like a fire, and his skin burned against mine as he took my tongue inside his mouth.
His kisses are the opposite of Nico's,
I thought crazily.
They truly are yin and yang.
“That's right, two halves of a whole, bound together,” he breathed against my ear, “and as you fucked him so hard, I will fuck you even harder.” His teeth closed on my earlobe, pulling on it slightly. It felt incredible, and I wanted him to bite me harder.
What is happening to me?
I thought crazily as his teeth kept chewing lightly on my ear, as I arched my back and pressed my crotch up against his, my legs coming up and closing around his waist, locking tightly and pulling him down harder against me.
It's not like I'd ever objected to sex, but when had I turned into such a pig?
Rachel was right. But then desire pushed everything else out of my mind, and I wanted more.
His tongue ran from my ear along my jawline, and I shuddered, barely able to stand how good it felt. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt; it was almost more than I could stand. I wanted him to stop, but I also didn't want him to stop. Ever. I wanted him to mount me, make me his little bitch, his little whore. I wanted him to shove that thick monster inside of me, to rip me in half, to make me scream and beg and whine and grunt like a pig. I wanted him on top of me. I wanted him to take me from behind and slap me, pull my hair, claw me until my vampire blood was spilling. I wanted his teeth to tear at my ear, gnaw on my lips, bite my nipples until they ached, and then I wanted him to put all of his fingers inside of me.
His tongue lapped at my throat as he started flicking my nipples with both hands. My entire body started trembling. I had no idea where Nico was, if he was even still in the room with us or if he'd fled. I didn't care—in fact, the thought of him watching his brother, his dark identical twin, driving me insane with pleasure was somewhat thrilling to me, arousing me even more than I already had been, which I didn't think possible. These two clearly were witches, witches who could give and take pleasure, take me to heights of pleasure and depths of depravity I'd never dreamed of before.
Then his teeth closed around my right nipple and I felt myself rising from the bed. I opened my eyes and could see the top of his head, my legs locked around his waist, and we were indeed rising from the bed. I looked through the open French doors out onto the broad veranda, and I saw Nico's naked form at the wrought-iron railing, leaning over it, his perfectly formed, beautiful white ass almost beckoning for me to come up from behind and take him yet again. I opened my mouth to call out to him, to ask him to come back inside, but all that came out of my throat was a guttural gasping for air as Lorenzo nibbled on my nipple.
My head fell back and before my eyes stopped focusing and closed, I could see the bed several feet below us.
I heard Lorenzo laugh and say in a low voice, “Yes, you like that, don't you, bitch? You want to be my little whore, don't you?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, “make me your bitch. I'll do anything you want. Just don't stop, please, don't stop . . .”
My voice trailed off into a scream as his teeth closed on my other nipple, hard enough that it felt like he was trying to bite it off. For a brief moment, pain drove everything else out of my mind, but the pain transformed almost instantly into pleasure, crossing the thin line that separated the two, and I wondered how that was even possible, but then the thought was driven right out of my head again as I felt one of his fingers probing between my ass, looking for a way in, and I braced myself for the invasion I knew was to come.
There was no playing around, as Jean-Paul and so many others liked to do. Once his finger found what it was looking for, there was no hesitation, no pause.
Instead he shoved it inside.
My entire body stiffened as everything inside and outside contracted, fighting to keep the invading digit out of me, resisting it, not wanting to surrender and give in to it, and my breathing was fast, so fast that I couldn't get enough oxygen into my brain, and I knew I was about to hyperventilate. I was going to pass out from the pleasure, but was that even possible for a vampire? And then with a loud gasp and a cry, my entire body relaxed and his finger went all the way and began moving around inside of me, making an enormous circle.
“Oh, yes, boy, you like that, don't you? Think you can handle another finger?” he whispered.
Before I could answer, another finger slid into me.
He spread them apart and wiggled them.
I couldn't think.
I could barely breathe.
My entire body felt like it had been doused in gasoline and set on fire.
Another finger slid into me.
How was that even possible?
“Because you're a whore, Cord, just a big hole waiting to get plugged by whatever creature comes along big enough to satisfy you.”
“Fuck you, Rachel! Get out of my head!”
It was almost like her taunting voice inspired me to greater depths.
I pushed him until he was on his back, and I was straddling him. I pulled his fingers out of my ass and grabbed his cock.
“You want to fuck me, big man?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You think that cock can satisfy me?”
I shoved the head into my ass and a half scream erupted from my lips. I'd had big men before, but it was like his was growing inside of me, getting thicker somehow now that it was on the inside.
As I slid down the shaft, it seemed like that, too, was somehow getting longer, thicker.
How was that possible?
Witchcraft.
And he was filling me up.
He was huge, so fucking big—
My eyes stopped focusing.
Everything was turning green.
And finally it was all inside of me, every last inch of it, every piece of it, and I sensed he was smiling, enjoying the feel of my ass against his thick balls, and I just sat there, not moving, just resting with his enormous cock throbbing inside of me, and he tried to move his hips, tried to move it a little bit out of me, but I would have none of it.
“You'll pull out when I let you,” I snarled, my voice almost animalistic as I gripped it with every muscle I could.
He slapped me, my head spinning off to the left with the force of the blow, my eyes filling with liquid and my ears ringing.
He shoved me off and down through the air, until I hit the bed with such force I heard the frame crack. He landed on top of me and slapped me again.
“You don't make the rules, whore. If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. Do you understand me, you little bitch?” he snarled, grabbing my ankles and holding them up as he slammed his cock inside of me so hard that my head hit the wall. He slammed a fist into my stomach, knocking all the air out of me as he pulled his cock back out and slammed it back inside of me.
I tasted blood in my mouth and the taste of it, my own blood, only raised my passion and desire to a higher level, and he slammed his cock into me again, my head hitting the wall again with enough force to crack the plaster.
“I knew you liked it rough,” he snarled, slapping my face again with the other hand.
“You think you're man enough to make me come?” I snarled. “I don't think you are, little man. You think you can satisfy me? You're not man enough, do you understand? Better men than you have tried and failed, so come on, man, come on, give it to me!” I'd never been so wild, so determined, so out of control.
He slapped me again, his face contorted with anger, almost purple with his rage as he grabbed my hair and yanked.
The pain was exquisite, and I gasped, almost blowing my load as he pulled my head back even harder.
I slapped his face.
His eyes got wide with anger, and he slammed deep into me until I gasped. He pounded his big thick dick into me a few more times, and then he pulled almost completely out, just watching me with a sly look on his face.
“What are you doing?” I gasped out.
“Beg me.”
“You fucking bastard,” I snarled.
He flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled me up to my knees and slammed into me again.
He started fucking me harder, deeper, building up a rhythm and the pleasure was so intense I couldn't think of anything except that cock, his mighty cock, deep in me. I wanted it so far inside me that when he came, it would shoot out my mouth. I wanted to be bruised and battered and slammed and treated like the nasty whore I was. Yes, I was just a pig with no pride or shame; I wanted to be fucked and raped and spanked, smacked around like the bitch I was. No wonder I'd left Jean-Paul; neither he nor any of the others were man enough to give me the kind of fucking I wanted, the kind of fucking I deserved, the kind of fucking I had to have. No, they weren't men. I'd needed a real man, with a cock the size of a baseball bat that could slam into me over and over again, make me beg, make me debase myself. I could feel drool spilling out of my mouth, but I didn't care. I didn't ever want him to stop. I wanted him to pound me until the end of time. Nothing mattered except that huge dick inside me, and maybe if I got lucky he'd bathe me in his cum. I wanted to be covered in his cum and his sweat and his man juice. I wanted him to treat me like the whore I was—
And I felt it, I was going to come and there was nothing I could do. There was no way I could stop it, and it exploded out of me.
And I felt him blowing his own all over my ass, my back, my hair, my head until I was drenched, the droplets running down my sides.
And spent, I collapsed onto the mattress.
And he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Who's your master, whore?”
“My God,” I breathed. “My God, my God, my God.”
“Yeah, you liked that, didn't you?” he whispered, slapping my ass with his right hand. “Rest up, bitch, and I'll give you some more.”
I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.
I opened them again when I felt a towel wiping Lorenzo's cum off me. I looked up and saw Nico. He gave me a sad little smile and walked away.
I rolled over onto my back and felt sore everywhere. Lorenzo's eyes were closed, and he was sleeping. His hair was slick with sweat, and drops of sweat glistened in his body hair. I sat up, wincing a bit.
Nico walked out of the bathroom and sat down, naked, in a wingback chair next to the hall door.
I got out of the bed and walked on shaky legs over to him. “Nico—”
His eyes glistened with tears. “It's okay, Cord. I'm used to it,” he said quietly. He wrapped his arms around himself, the picture of misery. “It's been my whole life, you know.” He gave me a weak, sad smile. “That's why I was glad I got to you first. If I hadn't, you never would have given me a second glance.”
I knelt in front of him, my legs protesting as I did. “Nico, just because”—I bit my lip—“what just happened did, that doesn't mean I don't want you anymore.”

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