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"The moon is full," you remark.
The two vampires share a look. You can't see Regis' face, but Dettlaff chuckles.
"Such a clever, sinful little thing, isn't she?" he says.
Regis smiles against your shoulder. "Indeed. And she's mine."
You shiver, partly from the chill of the night air and partly from anticipation and arousal. The necropolis is dead quiet, not a single insect chirps. Only the wind, light and cool, rustles the leaves of the old oak trees that stand like guardians over the hallowed ground. Any nocturnal creatures fled long before when a single vampire stalked the area. Now they are even more unlikely to return now that a second vampire has arrived, just as ravenous as the first.
You perch upon the old gravestone you clung to moments before. Bare and practically glowing in the moonlight, you look from Regis to Dettlaff with a mild, sweet expression that contradicts your unabashedly-naked state.
Dettlaff looks more than pleased with your suggestion, his icy stare taking you in from head to toe with barely concealed licentious intent.
Regis, however, hesitates. With a concerned frown, he reaches out to caress your cheek and draw your attention. "You're certain this is what you want, my love?" he asks gently. "The last time you and I made love in that state, I… lost control of myself."
The guilty expression he wears makes your heart twist. You reach for him. Your hands lovingly cradle his face and your thumbs stroke the facial hair on his cheeks and glide over his cheekbones. The gleam of regret in his eyes is painfully familiar to you.
"Regis, some mild bruising and scratches don't bother me in the slightest," you reassure him tenderly. "I told you that I like it, don't you recall?"
You kiss him lightly, sweetly, and he presses his forehead to yours. His long fingers affectionately comb through your hair as he looks into your eyes.
At last, he sighs, "I like to be reminded, thank you."
Dettlaff has already peeled off his fingerless gloves and he starts unbuckling the clasps of his leather coat. "The lady has expressed her desire, Regis. It would not do to disappoint her."
The older vampire sighs, but kisses your cheek. "No, it would not."
He seems resigned to what is about to happen, but nonetheless excited. You run your hands along his broad shoulders before trailing your fingers down the taut planes of his stomach. His cock twitches in response to your touch, gradually hardening once again. He hums contentedly and places his mouth on your neck, kissing and nibbling along your carotid artery.
Dettlaff continues to undress, watching the pair of you–mostly you–with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He pulls off his blood-red tunic to reveal his naked torso, pale and beautifully toned. You watch hungrily as he unbuckles the belt at his waist.
You whine at Regis's touch when he cups your breast. Dettlaff's fangs flash in the moonlight at the sound and he rolls his shoulders to keep himself in check. He pulls off his belt and tosses it aside impatiently as Regis's lips slide from your neck to your collarbone and lower still.
When your lover's mouth reaches your breast, you arch and moan, putting on a show for Dettlaff. You gasp when sharp teeth catch your hardened nipple and Dettlaff all but rips off his boots.
Regis's hands stroke your thighs as he suckles and nibbles your breast. You open your legs wider, more arousal pooling in your core. Your pussy clenches at the sight of Dettlaff hastily removing his last article of clothing, revealing his erect cock, swollen and swinging between his muscular thighs.
You would be perfectly happy to take both vampires as they are, but you can't deny the dangerous thrill of being claimed by them in their more monstrous states. You know what Regis looks like in his alternate shape, like a giant bat. But each vampire is unique and you have yet to see what shape Dettlaff will take beneath the light of a full moon.
Regis releases your breast and straightens. He cradles your face in his hands and looks into your eyes intently. "Is this truly what you wish, my love?" he asks once more.
You reach up to hold his wrists and return his gaze confidently and lovingly. "Yes, Regis," you say. "This is what I want."
His gaze flicks back and forth between your eyes for a moment before his mouth latches onto yours in a deep kiss. It's intimate and pure and saccharine; a kiss between lovers.
"I love you," he whispers and presses his forehead to yours.
"And I love you."
His lips quirk into a small smile and your heart clenches at the sight of it.
Dettlaff is surprisingly patient whilst you have your moment. Regis releases you and moves to stand behind you. His hands slide down your arms as he places a kiss to your shoulder. Dettlaff steps forward and grips your knee. His blue eyes are ravenous as he tilts up your chin with one knuckle. Your lips part and your breath catches.
"One thing, Dettlaff," Regis says in a casual tone.
Dettlaff tears his eyes from you to look at his blood brother.
Regis's voice is suddenly as cold and hard as steel. "Do not bite her."
A line in the sand. Dettlaff can touch and taste every inch of your skin. Dettlaff can bury his cock in you and fuck you to oblivion and back. But the one thing he cannot do is sink his fangs into your flesh and drink your blood.
"Of course, Regis," he acquiesces. "Good."
Regis's hands caress your waist. "You may enjoy all else my mate has to offer."
Dettlaff hums appreciatively, eager to finally begin. His long fingers glide through your hair as he cups your head. He kisses you hard. His mouth devours yours and his tongue dominates your own. It's a jarring contrast to the kiss you shared with Regis moments before. Dettlaff van der Eretein has no patience for saccharine gestures; he is here to devour and consume.
When he releases you at last, he says in a gravelly voice, "I am going to transform now."
He looks into your eyes and waits for any sign of apprehension, but finds none. He steps back for a little space. The transformation can be rather violent, if Regis's is anything to go by. Your lover's presence is comforting and grounding behind you. His hands caress your skin and he peppers kisses along your neck and shoulders.
Dettlaff's back suddenly arches and he groans. Joints crack and tendons twist. His form warps before your eyes. He grows impossibly taller–larger. Membranous wings sprout from his back along with two extra appendages that curl over his head and end with sharp talons. His head is eyeless and his maw is full of razor-sharp teeth. Claws shoot from the tips of his fingers and toes.
You look up at the beast as he towers over you and you search for a semblance of Dettlaff in his featureless face. Though your hand trembles, you reach out and touch his pale chest. The monster is nothing but unyielding muscle and bone, but he makes a noise not unlike a pur when your fingers trail down his front.
Your gaze lowers to the cock that has emerged from a slit in the beast's pelvis. As long and thick as Dettlaff's normal cock, this one also has ridges along its length. Your fingers slide lower down the creature's stomach. Your cunt clenches eagerly at the sight before you.
You look up at the face without eyes and wonder if he can somehow see by other means or perhaps he relies on his hearing. "Come here to me, Dettlaff," you encourage. "Touch me."
You spread your legs to reveal how ready you are. The creature–Dettlaff–steps closer. Clawed hands are gentle as they glide up your thighs and knead the tender flesh of your hips. His ridged cock brushes your stomach. An impossibly long tongue slithers out from Dettlaff's monstrous maw and runs along the column of your neck.
Regis's hands reach around to cup your breasts and massage the sensitive flesh. You moan and tilt your body back, leaning against your lover and further presenting yourself to the vampire monster in front of you.
Dettlaff growls hungrily. His tongue slides down your chest between your breasts and even further down your stomach as he kneels upon the grave he has been standing on. You instinctively open your legs wider, unafraid of the mouthful of teeth now inches from your pussy. You want that incredibly long and dexterous tongue, and you want it now.
"Dettlaff," you breathe, your voice laced with desperation, "taste me… please…."
You recall the first time you were allowed to enjoy Dettlaff as well as Regis. You begged him to taste you and he granted your wish eagerly and superbly. You want to experience that again with his new tongue.
Dettlaff groans as he takes in your scent and his tongue flicks out, as though tasting the air like a serpent would. Then he strokes his tongue along your slit so slowly and thoroughly, you squirm against him and whimper pathetically.
"So wet…" Dettlaff hums in an impossibly deep voice that vibrates in the air and makes you shiver with delight.
His tongue finds your clit. Your resulting cry of pleasure rings out in the silent cemetery. Behind you, Regis coos affectionately and palms both your breasts, twisting both nipples between his fingers. Your hips shift uncontrollably on the headstone. One of your hands cups the back of Dettlaff's hairless head and the other reaches back, searching for Regis's. Your fingers thread through his gray hair as his sharp teeth scrape along the column of your neck.
Dettlaff's impressive tongue flicks against your clit rapidly and without mercy. Your gasps and moans fill the night. You spread your legs wide for the monster lapping at your pussy, fearless in your lust.
The tongue slips lower, probing at your dripping cunt and seeking entrance. The dexterous muscle slips into you. You groan as it wiggles deeper and deeper.
Your head lolls against Regis's shoulder and you arch against his hands as they massage your breasts. Your fingers flex around Dettlaff's head as you grind on his strong tongue. It rubs against your inner walls hungrily, mercilessly.
Regis slides a hand down your front and finds your now-neglected clit. Cries of pleasure spill from you as Regis rubs circles on your bundle of nerves and Dettlaff's tongue writhes inside you.
Your orgasm washes over you within seconds thanks to their diligent efforts. You buck controllably and your nails dig into Dettlaff's head, but he doesn't seem to mind. He groans low like a beast, thrusting his tongue as deeply as it will go.
At last, the tongue slips out of you with an obscenely wet sound. You lean back against Regis and pant heavily. He purrs sweet words into your ear as he caresses your body.
Dettlaff gets to his feet. He towers over you and blocks the moonlight. In his shadow, you tremble in the aftermath of such pleasure.
His cock twitches and seed leaks from its head. You spread your shaking legs once more in a silent offering. One step and he's pressed against you, a full head taller than you despite the large headstone you're perched upon. His cock slips over your stomach, smearing cum. It's hot and throbbing against your skin. You take it in your hand, your fingers tripping over the ridges. Dettlaff groans and bucks into your grip.
You would have toppled backwards, but Regis remains at your back to hold you steady. He chuckles. "Best put him inside you, my love. He's more than ready."
Dettlaff growls in agreement. The sound seems to vibrate throughout your entire body.
Holding your breath, you position the head of his cock against your cunt. He instinctively bucks, slipping inside easily due to your wetness. You're forced to take all of him abruptly. He stretches and fills you to your limit, the ridges of his cock stimulating your sensitive walls. You whimper and cling to Dettlaff's muscular arms. His leathery wings unfurl as he groans like a feral animal.
When Dettlaff begins to thrust, Regis holds you in place. His hands on your waist anchor you to the headstone as Dettlaff fucks you. He murmurs affection and encouragement as he showers you with kisses and love bites.
You are lost in pleasure. The sensation of Dettlaff's ridged cock driving into you in long, deep strokes makes your eyes roll back and your throat spill uncontrollable moans and cries. His hard pelvis slaps against your open thighs. Every thrust of his hips sends his cock incomprehensibly deep.
A slippery tongue swipes across your parted lips. You open your mouth wider for Dettlaff's tongue. He plunders your mouth. Rows of teeth fill your vision, but you accept the strange kiss. His tongue thrusts and writhes in your mouth, nearly choking you. With a wanton moan, you suck on the wet muscle.
Regis's fingers find your clit again. He expertly catches the nub between two fingers and you're keening and writhing. Your body seizes and shakes as waves of pleasure wrack your body.
Dettlaff grunts, his thrusts coming harder and faster. Your cries turn into sobs as Dettlaff's movements draw out your pleasure. He comes with a deep, guttural groan. He buries himself within you as deeply as possible and stills. The ridges along the length of his cock flare out, stretching you even wider and locking your bodies together. A monster's seed fills your womb and he cannot pull out. You gasp and shudder at the sensation of being so completely and utterly filled.
You're panting as Regis presses a gentle kiss to your sweaty brow. You are boneless and limp in his arms. He remains unchanged, still in his humanoid form.
"Regis," you whimper in a hoarse voice. "Regis…"
"I'm here, my darling," he croons.
You bask in his affections, trying to catch your breath. "Transform for me," you plead weakly.
"Insatiable, aren't you, my dear?" He grins, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
"Please…"
Regis hums and strokes your throat while he contemplates. "You will be attached to Dettlaff for some time, but I suppose I can indulge you in other ways."
He steps away and you cling to Dettlaff. You're distracted from the sounds of Regis's transformation by Dettlaff's tongue on your breast. The tip of it flicks your hardened nipple and your body reacts of its own accord, clenching down on the cock still buried inside you. Dettlaff hisses and his claws scrape along the headstone you're sitting on.
Another pair of membranous wings fill your vision as Regis wraps them around you. You feel a familiar snout against your neck. You reach up to run your fingers through Regis's fur and he purrs sweetly against your skin. His cock is hard and warm against your back.
"Dettlaff," Regis says in a much deeper voice, "would you be so kind as to move my mate to that raised tomb over there?" He gestures to the above-ground grave of a dearly departed duke with one of his wings.
Dettlaff scoops you up in his arms and his own wings wrap around you in a warm cocoon. You're gently placed upon the marble slab. You lean back, lying across the tomb. Dettlaff's cock shifts inside you, causing you both to moan in pleasure.
Regis stalks over, his black eyes drinking in the sight before him. Unlike Dettlaff, his arms are his wings. At the apex of each wing is a sharp, black talon. One of those claws caresses your cheek as his massive form leans over you.
His erect cock swings close to your head. It's red and smooth with a tapered head. The base is swollen, a knot that when pushed inside you, will lock your body together with his, much like Dettlaff's ridges. You reach out and wrap a hand around the hard rod of flesh. Regis hums, a sound emanating from deep in his chest. With one hand you stroke him, feeling the blood pulsing through his cock, and with the other you glide your fingers through the fur that covers the taut planes of his abdomen.
Still trapped between your legs, Dettlaff strokes your thighs with his claws. His breathing is deep and relaxed, almost purring. You feel the slightest release of pressure as the ridges of his cock gradually deflate.
You kiss and lick Regis's massive dick, knowing that it would be futile to try and take him into your mouth when he is this large. It's nearly impossible already to take him in his human form. But he doesn't seem to mind your delicate little affections as he makes pleased noises that vibrate throughout his body.
Eventually, Dettlaff's cock has softened enough to attempt removal. His massive clawed hands wrap around your waist to hold you in place. He pulls back his hips, but is met with slight resistance. You whimper at the sensation, but it's not unpleasant; quite the opposite, in fact.
"Relax, my love," Regis coos. He leans down to nuzzle your cheek with his flat snout.
You try your best and you moan when Dettlaff tugs back again. He pulls free of your cunt with a wet popping sound. The feeling of his seed spilling from your gaping pussy is a depraved yet satisfying sensation.
You lie on the marble tomb, limp and boneless. Your lover purrs sweet words into your ear, as he is wont to do, and you reach for him, fingers threading through the soft fur covering him.
You hear the sounds of bones cracking and realize Dettlaff is returning to his former form. Regis steps back a moment and his blood brother's handsome face fills your vision. His blue eyes are softer now, content and gentle. He kisses your forehead in an uncharacteristic show of affection.
"A pleasure as always, Y/N," he murmurs.
You hum in reply, a smile upon your lips.
Dettlaff gathers his clothes and you admire the strong slope of his back and his firm backside. He, like Regis, has a beautiful body, lean and firm.
Once dressed in his signature black leather, he gives Regis a curt nod, "Enjoy your evening, Regis, and you have my thanks."
Dettlaff gives you one last look, the corner of his thin mouth quirking in a knowing smirk, before he disappears into a cloud of red and black smoke.
You sigh and a cool talon against your cheek draws your attention back to your lover, your mate.
"Are you ready for me, my dear?"
Your gaze flicks to Regis' still-erect cock and then to his black gaze. At your resounding and eager "yes", he laughs, an impossibly deep sound that makes your toes curl in delight. Fangs flash in the moonlight and a forked tongue dashes out to lick his lips.
"Don't move, my darling," he murmurs.
He walks around the tomb, his leathery wing sliding across the marble slab and his talon tracing down your side. He stops to stand between your legs, taking up position in the spot Dettlaff had recently vacated.
Regis towers over you, his eyes hungrily devouring your body as you lay perfectly displayed for him. He leans down until his fur tickles your stomach, your breasts. His bat-like face hovers above yours and you lift your head for a kiss.
It's not entirely a tongue-sucking kiss like with Dettlaff, but still strange nonetheless. His forked tongue feels peculiar yet pleasant in your mouth. Your hands stroke the fur on his chest, allowing him to kiss you as long as he likes. His erection brushes against your thigh in a silent promise of what is to come.
He eventually pulls back and you sit up, eagerly reaching for his cock. Regis's wings cradle you in a cocoon. You guide him to your entrance and let him do the rest, gasping as he pushes his thick length into you, inch by inch. You moan obscenely as your pussy stretches to its limit once more.
Regis is forced to stop when his knot meets your folds and the groan that shudders through him makes you involuntarily clench around his cock. He hisses, his wings twitching.
"My darling," he says, voice gruff and strained, "you are exquisite every time."
He starts slow, every pull and push of his hips gentle and unhurried. You caress his broad shoulders and chest. Your little whimpers of pleasure eventually encourage him to pick up the pace.
Regis' thrusts pick up speed and force, his cock slamming into you without mercy. You distantly wonder how you can withstand such an onslaught from a monstrous beast, but the pleasure soon overrides any reasonable thought.
His knot slaps against your pussy over and over. The head of his cock hitting the deepest place inside you with each powerful stroke. Regis growls, his wings tightening around you. His grunts are that of a feral animal.
You're as ravenous and desperate as he is as you chase your release. Your fingers clench at his fur, your hips meeting his every thrust with lustful vigor.
"Regis," you whine as the sweet precipice draws nearer and nearer. "Regis!"
When you come at last, you're only vaguely aware of the screams spilling from your throat. Your body seizes, curling against Regis's massive form. Your legs tremble uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through you.
"Y/N, my love…" Regis moans, his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming erratic.
In one final push and a thundering roar, he presses into you, hard. You cry out as the knot slips inside, stretching your cunt even further. Regis's seed is spilled into your very womb and you have no choice but to take it all. You're whimpering as pain mixes with pleasure, magnificent and perfect.
"My darling mate," Regis says, breathless and low. His wings cradle your body close as his snout nuzzles your face and neck.
You take a deep shuddering breath. Every slight shift of your body or his is almost too much. You are acutely aware of his throbbing cock inside you as well as the seed trapped in your womb. You are so full.
The moon bathes you and your lover in its pale light as you bask in the afterglow of such intense lovemaking. Or, rather, depraved debauchery.
You kiss your beloved monster, your vampire mate, and look into his obsidian eyes. "I love you."
"My love, my mate…" Regis's wings tighten around you protectively. "Mine," he growls, his fangs flashing in the moonlight.