Chapter 171: Blood II (R-18)
"Consider this payment," she murmured against his lips, tearing her dress with her own claws to reveal her lace panties. "Time for your cock to get nice and warm inside."
Victor was still panting as Scarlet rose over him, her lace panties already torn and discarded on the floor. Her hips aligned perfectly with his, and she didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto him, swallowing his still-pulsing member into her icy wetness.
"Ahhh... Victor..." Scarlet moaned, her head thrown back as she settled fully onto him.
The sensation was intense. The supernatural coldness within her contrasted with the heat of the blood still coursing through Victor’s veins, creating a storm of sensations that made him catch his breath. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her pale flesh as she began to move.
Carmilla watched closely, her dark eyes tracking every movement. She leaned close to Victor’s face, her lips meeting his in a deep, possessive kiss. Victor responded with equal intensity, his tongue meeting hers while his hands guided Scarlet’s movements.
Scarlet quickened the pace, her hips slamming against his with a force that made the sofa creak. Each movement was accompanied by a loud, shameless moan—a sound that echoed through the empty room.
"More... harder, Victor..." she pleaded, her nails raking across his chest.
Victor obliged. He lifted his hips, meeting her downward motion with a violent upward thrust. The wet sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with Scarlet’s moans and Victor’s ragged breathing.
Carmilla broke the kiss only to bite his neck again, her teeth sinking into flesh that was already marked. Victor groaned as he felt another surge of blood being drawn out, the loss mingling with the intense pleasure rising in his abdomen.
Scarlet was riding him frantically now, her red hair tossing wildly as her breasts bounced with every movement. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted in silent ecstasy before another loud moan escaped her.
"I’m... I’m almost there..." she cried out, her internal muscles beginning to clench around him.
Victor felt the pressure mount. His hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her into an even faster rhythm. Carmilla alternated between sucking his neck and kissing his mouth, her icy tongue exploring every inch.
"Cum inside her, Victor," Carmilla commanded against his lips, her voice a husky, authoritative whisper. "Fill that cold pussy with your heat."
The provocative image, combined with the sensation of Scarlet tightening around him, was too much. Victor let out a guttural roar, his hips thrusting violently as he exploded inside her. Each hot jet contrasted sharply with the coldness within her, making Scarlet scream in ecstasy.
Her body shuddered violently as she reached her own climax, her internal contractions milking every last drop from him. For a long moment, they remained locked in mutual ecstasy, gasping for breath and slick with sweat and blood.
Then, unceremoniously, Victor pushed Scarlet aside. She landed on the sofa with a soft thud, still trembling and panting, a pool of their mingled fluids trickling from between her legs.
Carmilla was already moving, stripping off her torn dress in one fluid motion before kneeling on the sofa on all fours. Her back arched perfectly, she glanced back over her shoulder, her dark eyes challenging him. "You owe me one too, my dear," she whispered, her voice heavy with promise.
Victor needed no further encouragement. Still hard and slick with Scarlet’s fluids, he positioned himself behind Carmilla. His hands gripped her pale hips, his thumbs sinking into her flesh as he aligned himself with her already-wet entrance.
He thrust in all at once, without ceremony, sinking to the hilt inside her cool depths. Carmilla let out a guttural moan, her back arching further as her hands clutched the sofa cushions.
Victor didn’t start slowly. He pulled back almost completely before driving in again with full force, his body slamming against her buttocks with a smack that echoed through the room. Carmilla moaned louder, her head bowed as she pushed back against him.
The pace he set was brutal. Each thrust was powerful and deep; sweat slicked his body as he fucked her without mercy. Carmilla cried out with every impact, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Yes! Just like that! Harder!" she screamed, her fingernails tearing into the sofa’s upholstery.
Victor obeyed. His hands shifted from her hips to her back, holding her firmly as he ramped up the pace even more. The sofa shifted with the force of his movements, scraping against the wooden floor beneath.
He leaned over her, his lips finding her shoulder while one hand slid forward to squeeze her breast. Carmilla groaned as his fingers pinched her nipple, her body trembling beneath him.
"You like this, don’t you?" Victor whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse from the exertion. "Getting fucked like a bitch in heat?"
Carmilla only moaned in response; her body said everything that needed to be said. She was completely submissive, accepting every violent thrust as their mingled fluids ran down her thighs.
Scarlet watched from the sidelines, her hand between her legs as she slowly masturbated, her eyes glazed over as she took in the scene before her. "Fuck her... fuck her until she can’t walk tomorrow..." she murmured, her fingers quickening.
Victor felt the pressure building again. The heat in his gut intensified with every thrust, every moan from Carmilla, and the sight of her body trembling beneath him. He gripped her hips tightly once more, his fingers leaving marks on her pale skin.
"I’m going to cum inside you, too," he announced, his voice a growl. "I’m going to fill you until you overflow."
Carmilla let out a cry at his words, her body convulsing violently. "Yes! Please! Fill me up!" she pleaded, her words barely intelligible between moans. That was what he needed to hear. With one final surge of strength, Victor thrust deep inside her and climaxed. His body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, hot spurts pumping into her icy depths as he held her firmly in place.
Carmilla cried out as she felt the heat filling her, her own orgasm hitting with full force. Her body contracted around him, milking every last drop as she trembled violently.
For a long moment, they remained like that, locked in post-climax ecstasy, gasping for breath and slick with sweat, blood, and sexual fluids. Then, slowly, Victor withdrew from her, his cock still throbbing faintly.
Carmilla collapsed onto the sofa, her body still shuddering occasionally as mingled fluids trickled from between her legs. Scarlet moved closer, lying down beside her and gently wiping the sweat from her face with her fingers.
Victor fell back onto the sofa, exhausted but satisfied. His eyes closed for a moment as he caught his breath. When he opened them again, both women were watching him, their dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and possessiveness.
Scarlet crawled over him, resting her head on his chest. "Now *that* is a proper rest before a mission," she murmured, her fingers tracing circular patterns on his chest.
Carmilla joined them on the other side, her hand resting on his stomach. "Just remember," she whispered, her lips close to his ear. "You belong to us. Don’t forget that again."
Victor didn’t answer; he simply pulled them both closer. His heart was still racing, his body still trembling occasionally from the intense orgasms. Fatigue finally began to overtake him, his limbs heavy and his mind hazy. As his eyes began to close again, he felt both their lips on his neck once more, gently sucking the last drops of blood from the marks they had left. This time, he didn’t resist. He simply let it happen, the sensation now almost soothing.
He was drifting off to sleep when he felt Scarlet move again. His eyes fluttered open to see her straddling him once more, her insides still icy and wet as she slowly lowered herself onto his renewed semi-erection.
"One more time," she whispered, her eyes gleaming in the dark. "Just to make sure you remember."
Victor had neither the strength nor the desire to protest. His eyes closed again as she began to move, his body responding automatically even in his exhaustion. Carmilla continued to suck at his neck, her icy tongue licking the marks while Scarlet rode him at a slow, sensual pace.
This time it was gentler, almost languid. The movements were slow and deep, the moans low and restrained. Victor let himself be swept away by the sensation, his body responding automatically while his mind drifted at the edge of consciousness.
When he finally climaxed again, it was with a soft, barely perceptible sigh. Scarlet collapsed against him, her body trembling slightly from her own silent orgasm. Carmilla finally released his neck, resting her head on his shoulder.
For a long moment, the three of them remained like that, entwined on the ruined sofa, covered in bite marks, scratches, and dried fluids. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating their pale, weary bodies.
Eventually, sleep claimed Victor. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed, his body relaxing completely between the cold forms of the two vampires. They remained awake for a while, watching him sleep, their hands tracing soft patterns on his skin.
"He is ours," Scarlet finally murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Forever," Carmilla agreed, her eyes fixed on Victor’s sleeping face.
And then, finally, they too closed their eyes, their bodies intertwined with his as sleep carried them all away—at least for a few precious hours before the real world—with its missions, palaces, fugitives, and cursed rings—claimed them once more.
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