Ghostface!valarr x f!reader x ghostface!aerion
- this part contains SMUT, and the others parts as well. summary : With the end of exams at King’s Landing University comes a wave of brutal student murders, leaving the city drowning in fear and rumors. But when Tybolt Lannister throws a lavish Halloween party to distract the elite of the campus, the killers seize the perfect opportunity to turn the night into chaos — especially after setting their sights on you.
Tw : Murder, death, torture?, violence, threesome, rough sex, knife play, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, spanking, reader has a tongue piercing, dark valarr, dark aerion, they are both obssesed with reader, stalking, reader is where she wants to be, dirty talk, she is a bit delusional cause she thinks she can fix them, she gets fucked on a crime scene (literally)
A/n : hii guys, the first part is finally here!! I decided to split it into two parts because it was getting too long..I’m not really satisfied with the way it came out but I just wanted it out of my drafts comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶🏻
It had already been a month since the first body was discovered in the Kingswood, not far from the prestigious University of King’s Landing.
The newspapers tried to call it a simple tragedy, while the police was still investigating and trying to solve the affair and put the murderer behind bars. But still, the kingswood were reputed for being safe so how such a thing could happened here?
The poor girl had been found butchered, left in the woods like a slaughtered animal. Police was still searching for any clues, anything that could help identify the murder.
Then another body turned up.
Before long, fear and panic settled over the city like a gathering storm. Parents too worried abd scared to wake up with the news that their child had been murdered, called every day. Sometimes twice a day. Students had stopped walking home alone after the night settled, the police had forbidden it. No students was allowed to wander too close to the crime scenes. Every unfamiliar face drew wary glances. Every shadow seemed to linger a little too long now..
Because the killer was still out there.
Which was precisely why Gerold Lannister’s idea had been met with equal parts excitement and disbelief.
Hosted at the Lannister Manor, with half the university invited to the party.
Officially, it was meant to lift morale and provide a welcome distraction from the anxiety that had gripped the campus for weeks or whatever gerold had said.
Everyone knew it was just an excuse for rich kids to get drunk, hook up, and spend a night pretending a serial killer wasn’t still roaming the streets of King’s Landing.
You had been studying in your room when your phone had rang loudly, startling you, when you saw the caller ID, you could not hold the sigh that left your mouth immediately.
One of the first friends — if not the only— you had made after transferring from the prestigious University of the Vale.
Unlike you, Syra seemed physically incapable of staying stressed for more than five minutes at a time. you wandered how she managed that remained a mystery. You were honestly envious..
With the exams looming, a serial killer still stalking King’s Landing, and your future hanging on a scholarship, you couldn’t imagine going through life without constantly worrying about something.
Yet somehow, Syra made it look effortless.
anyway you answered your phone without taking your eyes off your notes.
As a scholarship student, you couldn’t afford to fall behind.
“Hello?” Your usual stern tone made the simple greeting sound far colder than you intended. Most people found you intimidating. But Syra knew that you were just like that and not being cold intentionally.
The moment Syra started babbling excitedly about the Lannister Halloween party, you knew answering the phone had been a mistake. And that you were doomed because this would only end in one way. You folding.
“Syra, you know I can’t go,” you sighed, as you were highlighting the key words that would help you memorize the subject faster before tossing your phone onto the bed and switched it to speaker in order to be able to continue to review your notes. As a scholarship student, you couldn’t afford to fail your exams. You were still considered rich, but unfortunately not enough to be considered the elite of KL.
“Oh, babe, shut up,” she groaned dramatically and you could picture the exact frown her face was proably making “You study enough for ten people.” You rolled your eyes at her words. Sometimes it annoyed you that she couldn’t understand that you didn’t had a choice.
“Come on. Just one night. It’ll be fun.. I promise! ”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, thinking about which words you would use “Isn’t it..like kind of weird?” That made her pause for three seconds before she spoke again. "Weird?” You could hear in her voice that she was genuinely perplexed.
“Yeah. With everything that’s happening right now. People are literally getting murdered, and everyone’s acting like a party is going to fix it.” You scoffed your argumebts as your brows were furrowed before you glanced down back to your notes, though your attention had long since drifted from them.
The way she said it told you immediately that she wasn’t taking your concerns seriously.
“I think these exams are seriously fucking with your brain.”
“And that is exactly why you’re coming to this party with me.”
You weren’t sure whether to be annoyed or concerned. Perhaps both?
“I don’t even have a costume.”
It was your final argument. And you were praying this would work but unfortunately, Syra had already prepared for that.
“That’s why we’re going shopping tomorrow.”
“And before you ask—yes, I’m paying.”
“Syra—” she cut you before you could start your sentence.
“Love you, babe! See you tomorrow!”
The call ended before you could get another word in.
You stared at your phone for a long moment before letting out a defeated sigh.
The next day, she picked you up in her ridiculously expensive car and proceeded to drag you across half the city.
Most of the shopping was done without your input.
According to Syra, your opinions were too “wrong.” Or too basic for this kind of party. So you just let her do and pick whatever she wanted.
Suspiciously, she refused to tell you what costumes she had chosen.
Only that the two of you were going to look iconic.
You should have known better.
Which was how, a week later, you found yourself staring at your reflection, dressed as a scandalously shortened version of Daphne Blake.
Meanwhile, Syra had chosen Velma.
You had considered refusing.
But as Syra adjusted the wig perched on your head and put the finishing touches on her own makeup, you found yourself far too exhausted to argue.
After all, it was only one party.
And if you were being honest, the outfit suited you far better than you cared to admit.
“You are so getting laid tonight.”
Your head snapped toward her so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
“Absolutely not.” You hit her gently on the shoulder where a bit of skin was showing.
“That’s what they all say.” that made you snort as you shake your head, she then grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the door.
When the two of you arrived, the party was already in full swing. Apparently, nobody had bothered waiting for you. Because groups of students crowded the front lawn, red plastic cups were already clutched in their hands. Some were already making out against walls or trees, completely oblivious to everything happening around them. Or worse, some were aware but it’s seems shame was not part of their vocabulary. From somewhere behind the manor came the sound of splashing water, followed by a chorus of drunken cheers from the pool area.
The moment you stepped through the front doors, you found yourself silently thanking Syra for choosing your costume.
Because she had been right.
Almost every girl there was dressed like a hooker. You were grateful you would probably not be noticed and would be left alone most of the night.
Some costumes were creative. Others were little more than expensive lingerie with a different name attached to it. Vampires mingled with angels, cheerleaders with witches, and more than a few people wore outfits you genuinely couldn’t identify and didn’t care enough to try to guess.
There were plenty of masks, too.
Some cheap enough to have come from the nearest convenience store.
Others were unsettlingly realistic.
Under different circumstances, you knew you might not have paid them any attention.
But with a serial killer still roaming King’s Landing, there was something deeply unnerving about being surrounded by dozens of strangers whose faces you couldn’t see and apparently your were the only smart enough to conclude to that.
For the first time all evening, you thought maybe this party wouldn’t be so terrible after all. You would finally get these exams out of your pretty head, have fun with your friend. But unfortunately that feeling lasted approximately thirty seconds.
Because the moment Syra spotted one of her popular friends across the room, she abandoned you without a second thought.
“I’ll be back in a minute!”
Those had been her exact words. And you knew that she would not come back.
One minute turned into five.
And eventually, you caught sight of her making out with some Tully boy near the kitchen.
You rolled your eyes and took another sip of your drink.
You were a grown woman and you could have fun all by yourself
You didn’t need supervision right? right?! You could survive a single party on your own. You could not drive home anyway you were too drunk now, and syra had driven you here.
The music from the speakers was loud enough to make the floor vibrate beneath your feet as you were wandering through the manor. And you could hear your heart pounding in your head. Everywhere you looked, students were drinking, laughing, dancing, or disappearing into rooms with people they would probably regret fucking with tomorrow morning.
You were debating whether to search for Syra or simply leave her to her poor decisions when your phone suddenly vibrated inside your bag.
Who the hell was texting you at eleven o’clock on Halloween?
You pulled out your phone and glanced at the screen.
For a moment, you stared at the message, frozen and convinced it had to be some stupid prank or something shitty like that but then your phone buzzed again. Same number.
Seriously.
Don’t.
Turn.
Around.
A chill crawled down your spine.
And what exactly did you do after receiving a message explicitly telling you not to turn around?
It took you less than fifteen seconds to spot him.
Standing in one of the darker corners of the room was a tall figure dressed as Ghostface. The mask concealed his features entirely, but the phone in his hand told you everything you needed to know.
A smirk tugged at your lips.
The alcohol buzzing pleasantly through your system was doing absolutely nothing for your decision-making skills.
Instead of reacting with the concern any reasonable person would have felt, you slipped your phone back into your bag and started making your way toward the mysterious stranger.
After all, what was the worst that could happen?
In hindsight, that was probably a terrible thought to have in the middle of a serial killer investigation.
Unfortunately, your attention was entirely focused on Ghostface.
Which meant you failed to notice the people around you.
The collision was inevitable.
Your drink splashed everywhere as you walked straight into a broad chest.
You immediately looked up, already preparing yourself to apologize to whichever rich asshole’s costume you had just ruined.
Instead, your eyes landed on a face you recognized instantly.
Motherfucking Valarr Targaryen.
Your mouth fell open slightly.
Of all the people at this party, why did it have to be a Targaryen?
You braced yourself for irritation. Maybe an insult. At the very least, a comment about watching where you were going.
“Please don’t apologize,” he said warmly. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going either.”
For a moment, you simply stared.
Not because of what he’d said.
But because Valarr Targaryen was being nice.
Valarr Targaryen was already unfairly attractive on a normal day.
The combination was frankly devastating.
Tonight, dressed as a vampire in an expensive black suit adorned with silver details, he looked even worse for your sanity.
Depending on how one looked at it.
His brown hair framed his face perfectly, and the fake blood painted near the corner of his mouth somehow only made him more attractive.
Which frankly felt illegal.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his expression softening with concern. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
The alcohol in your system immediately informed you that it should be considered a crime for someone to look that good.
You were still busy contemplating that very important issue when he spoke again.
His hands settled lightly on your shoulders, steadying you.
“You might want to sit down.”
“No, no. I’m okay. Thanks.”
Somehow, you managed to answer without completely embarrassing yourself.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
He looked as though he was about to say something else when a voice called out from somewhere behind him.
One of his friends was waving him over.
Valarr glanced over his shoulder before looking back at you.
“I’m sorry, I’ve got to—”
But when he turned around fully, you were already gone.
Retreat was sometimes the only option left to preserve your dignity.
you had vanished back into the crowd. as if you never had interacted with him.
For a moment, Valarr simply stared at the spot where you had been.
Then a slow smirk spread across his face.
He pulled out his phone and typed something quickly.
A few seconds later, his screen lit up with a delivered notification.
Satisfied, he slipped the device back into his pocket before returning to his friends.
Though his gaze lingered on the crowd for just a moment longer.
A terrible headache from all the drinking had eventually driven you upstairs.
Technically, guests weren’t supposed to wander through the upper floors of the manor, but at this point, you desperately needed a quieter bathroom where you could splash cold water on your face and escape the pounding music for a few minutes.
The alcohol was beginning to settle unpleasantly behind your eyes.
None of them were what you were looking for.
Finally, you reached another door that looked promising and placed your hand on the handle.
Coming from somewhere down the corridor.
At first, you tried to ignore it.
Your headache was already bad enough without getting involved in whatever drunken nonsense was happening elsewhere in the manor.
Just use the bathroom. Mind your business. And go downstairs.
Yet the sound came again. louder. And this time, it sounded disturbingly like a sob. Your felt your stomach tightened. you slowly turned toward the door a few yards away. The corridor suddenly felt much quieter than before. The pounding music from downstairs had become muffled by thick walls and expensive carpets, reduced to a distant thrum beneath your feet. The crying came again, you could hear the desperate and broken voice pleading for someone to help.
The closer you moved, the clearer the sounds became.
There was definitely a girl behind that door. The music downstairs was so loud that nobody else would ever hear it. you were going to ignore it and just go down when the voice came again.
Another sob followed. the sound was raw and painful to hear, it made your whole body anxious and trembling with curiosity.
Your hand found the doorknob before you could stop yourself. What if someone was hurt? What if you could help? What if you walked away and something happened because you had decided it wasn’t your problem?
One look wouldn’t hurt right..
You finally pushed the door open. The room beyond was dark and it seems empty from your point of view.
but only at first glance.
Moonlight was spilling through the tall windows, casting pale silver across polished wooden floors and expensive furniture. A large king-sized bed dominated the room. The sheets remained untouched. No signs of a struggle. No crying girl. No one at all.
that made you frown and then your eyes landed on an old cassette player sitting atop a table near the window.
The voice must have came from it.
You froze but the confusion was quickly replaced by panic. Silence settled over the room. the atmosphere of the room was heavy and you could yourself being looked at. you didn’t like this feeling at all, but you were stuck in place, your body refusing to turn to your right and see what your brain had refused to acknowledge first when you stepped in the bedroom. Finally a mocking laugh echoed through the darkness. the guy it seems was amused by the way every muscle in your body tensed. Your head finally snapped toward the far corner.
your eyes came across the guy you had seen earlier. he was still dressed in the Ghostface costume. Still wearing the mask.
He sat comfortably in an armchair partially hidden by shadow, one leg thrown over the other as though he owned the room. He had been waiting for you.
The knife twirling lazily between his fingers caught the moonlight with every rotation. A cold wave washed over you.
“No one’s ever taught you not to stick your nose into other people’s business, little doe?” he spoke firmly with an arrogance that was familiar. you knew that voice, this tone, and this arrogance, the way it striked confidently. You know you had heard it before and many times. Yet your mind stubbornly refused to connect it to a face. Instinct screamed at you to leave Immediately. You proceed to took a careful step backward, The floorboards creaking beneath your feet but unfortunately You never got the chance to take a third as your back collided with a solid chest.
A startled gasp tore from your throat as you felt the strong hold on your shoulders. At the exact same moment, the unmistakable click of a lock echoed behind you.
Someone had locked the door.
“Aerion,” a familiar voice sighed. “You’re scaring her.”
You felt your heart missed two beats
Once because you finally recognized the man sitting across the room.
And a second time because you recognized the voice behind you.
Slowly, you turned your head.
Valarr Targaryen stood beside the door.
For a moment, all you could do was stare.
The same charming smile he had offered you downstairs still rested on his lips. The same warm expression. The same effortless charm.
Only now, you could see what you had missed before.
The darkness lurking beneath it.
The dangerous glint hidden in his violet eyes.
Nor were you the helpless victim they seemed to believe you were.
You knew exactly who the Targaryen cousins were.
And more importantly, you knew what kind of reputation followed them across campus.
Your gaze drifted downward to the small brass key resting between Valarr’s fingers.
He spun it once before catching it effortlessly.
There would be no easy escape.
Across the room, Aerion let out an impatient hiss before finally tearing the Ghostface mask from his face.
You had actually wondered where he was tonight.
For someone notorious for attending every party, starting half the drama on campus, and leaving with a different girl at his arms every other weekend, his absence had been strangely noticeable.
Your gaze lingered on him despite yourself.
Aerion Targaryen was dangerous.
Between the two cousins, he was undoubtedly the one you would be most careful around.
Valarr hid his intentions behind smiles and charm but Aerion never bothered. His temper was infamous and so were the stories surrounding it, and unfortunately, he was also unfairly attractive.
Silver-gold hair, Sharp features, A strong jaw, and an infuriating smirk that never seemed to leave his face. Probably the reason so many girls were willing to overlook the fact that he was a complete asshole.
He was exactly your type and the realization irritated you.
“What is the meaning of this?” you finally demanded and you were almost surprised by how steady your voice remained despite the adrenaline surging through your veins.
Aerion merely leaned back in his chair. Not answering only watching and studying your form. His gaze moving lazily over you as though he was trying to figure something out.
Almost like a predator observing a wounded prey. As though he already knew exactly how this encounter would end. Then Valarr stepped forward making the floorboards creak beneath his weight. You looked up at him, expecting an explanation but Instead, it was Aerion who spoke.
“Why don’t you take a seat, baby?”Something about the pet name immediately irritated you. Perhaps it was the way he said it. Or perhaps it was because he had once again ignored your question.
You folded your arms across your chest and rolled your eyes. “If you answer my question, I might consider it.” A hint of alcohol still lingered in your system, making you far less patient—and considerably more bratty—than usual.
Your response earned a small smile from Valarr. Aerion only scoffed at your tone bedore drifting his eyes downward Toward the exposed skin beneath the hem of your costume. your legs.
Heat crept up your neck. For several long seconds, neither cousin seemed interested in speaking. The silence stretched. Heavy and mostly uncomfortable.
You were beginning to wonder if either of them intended to answer when you suddenly felt a cold pressure against your back making you stiffened immediately. In all the confusion, you had nearly forgotten Valarr was standing behind you. Slowly, you glanced over your shoulder.
the knife was not pressed hard enough to hurt you or draw blood, But still close enough to remind you exactly who was holding it. Valarr was watching your reaction carefully only expecting fear and panic. Perhaps even expecting you to beg.
Instead, you were rolling your eyes as if the situation was just a small inconvenience. you turned back toward him, and released an exaggerated sigh.
“Oh please, sir,” you said dramatically. “Please don’t kill me yet. I want to appear in the credits first.” your words only brought a blank, for one brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Valarr blinked, Clearly caught off guard by your reaction, your response had completely derailed whatever reaction he had been expecting.
“What?” You looked between them innocently before widening your eyes. “Oh, sorry. My bad.”
You placed a hand against your chest.
“I meant...please, Mr. Ghostface.” The smile tugging at your lips only widened. That finally teared a small laugh from Aerion.
You weren’t entirely sure whether it was the alcohol talking or your complete lack of self-preservation. Either way, the words had already left your mouth. and the boys reactions made you painfully aware. Now you were trapped in a bedroom with two dangerous Targaryens. The logic part of your brain told you that you should have been terrified.
Unfortunately, a reckless part of you was far more interested in finding out just how much fun you could have before things inevitably went wrong.
That was why you listened to the stupid voice in your head. Slowly, almost absentmindedly, you had reached for the knife.
The metal felt cool against your fingertips. Aerion’s gaze had followed the movement immediately,
You could feel both of them watching you, and waiting for any of your movements and what you would do next.
The realization had sent a strange thrill through you.
Instead of backing away, you carefully placed the edge of the blade between your tits, looking up through your lashes with an expression of innocent curiosity.
As if you had no idea what you were doing. As if you weren’t deliberately testing their patience.
The room seemed to grow quieter.
You didn’t even notice the blade had nicked your skin until tiny droplets of blood began to bead along the shallow cut before slowly trailing down your cleavage.
A flash of red against pale skin.
“Oops?” The word left your lips in an almost breathless murmur. You kept up the act, tilting your head slightly before reaching for Valarr’s hand.
Your fingers were brushing against his. you could feel the warm of his digits and how they were steady against yours. When he made no move to pull away, your pulse slightly quickened.
you hold his gaze as you guided the knife upward towards your mouth, slided the blade in between your teeth and removed the remaining trace of blood from the blade with your tongue without ever looking away from him.
The silence that followed felt almost tangible. the tension was heavy and charged in the air.
you noticed how Valarr’s jaw tightened ever so slightly at your action and you almost smirked at it, Because for the first time all evening, his composure seemed to falter only for a moment
Across the room, Aerion watched the entire exchange with narrowed eyes. The amusement had not left his face. If anything, it had deepened.
Then, for the first time since you’d entered the room, you heard the scrape of wood against the floor. his chair probably as you could hear the slow but deliberate footsteps of him, walking towards you.
You couldn’t remember exactly what had led to you being pressed against the bed, except for their offer not to kill you if you let them fuck your pretty cunt.
And here you were now. laying on the kingsize bed Almost naked.
The only thing still covering you was your dress, bunched up around your waist and pushed toward your chest.
Your panties had been ripped off earlier by Valarr. Without a word, he had handed them to his cousin, who had carefully tucked them away into his pocket as though they were some rare trophy meant to be treasured and kept safe.
The memory alone made heat crawl down your core.
but yet neither of them had looked like they were joking. Not even a little.
Instead, they had spent several minutes arguing over who would get to fuck you first. The discussion had become so absurd that you had almost made a joke about it.
You had very nearly told them to keep arguing if they wanted, considering it was only making you wetter because It seemed the alcohol was turning you into a complete slut.
Eventually, they had reached an agreement.
Being the eldest, he had claimed it was his right, Aerion had frowned at that argument but ultimately allowed it, settling beside you on the mattress while Valarr positioned himself between your thighs.
His large hands wrapped around your legs, keeping them spread apart for him.
Neither man bothered hiding their reaction at the sight before them. The anticipation alone had left you embarrassingly aroused. Enough that both cousins immediately noticed. And judging by the low groans that escaped them, neither was disappointed by the discovery.
Valarr had begun to toy with your clit using his thumb, alternating between slow circles and gentle pinches, and fuck—you were already losing it, Because the Valarr Targaryen was playing with your greedy cunt, inserting two fingers into your tight hole, while Aerion’s lips were working against the sensitive skin of your neck, clearly experienced and knowing exactly where to find a woman’s most vulnerable spots.
The combination was already too overwhelming. your humming only seemed to encourage Valarr to pump his fingers faster into your hole, and the way Aerion was sucking a particular spot on your jaw had managed to make you lose focus on the brown.
and it seems that he didn’t enjoyed loosing your attention because he withdrew his fingers, to replace them with his skilled tongue.
The change instantly got you back.
Your gaze dropped to the man settled between your thighs. and the sight was making you shake your legs incontrolably as he was devouring your pussy like a starved man deprived from food for days.
he was lapping at your folds, Savoring each sounds coming out of your mouth satisfied to know that he was the one making you feel this good.
His tongue was moving with a maddening patience and precision before becoming almost cruel in its intensity, and you were quickly dissolving into a helpless, moaning mess beneath them. you almost sounded pornographic..
One of your hands buried itself in his pale hair, encouraging him to keep going, you hips accompanying his mmovements as they rolled on their own.
Not that he seemed to need the encouragement.
Meanwhile, your neck arched instinctively, granting Aerion better access as his lips continued their work against your skin. He seemed perfectly content to leave marks wherever he pleased. his hands were wandering under your dress and most specifically under your bra as he was fiddling with your tits, giving them the treatment they deserved.
And judging by the low sounds of approval coming from between your legs, and beside your head, the cousins were equally satisfied with the position they had claimed.
“Such a greedy girl, huh?” Aerion whispered against the shell of your ear before gently nibbling at it as he talked you through it “Come on, baby. Tell him he’s doing a great job. Tell him, he’s making you feel good or we’ll stop.”
The threat nearly made you panic.
Not now. Not when you were so close to coming. You didn’t want any of it to end anytime soon.
“Feels so good—please don’t stop!” you gasped, your grip tightening in Valarr’s hair, wanting to make sure he wouldn’t even think about trying to pull away from you greedy cunt.
You were a trembling mess between them.
With Valarr’s mouth completely focused on you, every low hum of satisfaction sent vibrations through your core. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, and the realization only made your head spin even more.
The way he worked between your thighs was enough to leave you breathless.
Meanwhile, all you could do was let helpless whimpers and broken moans spill from your lips as the pleasure continued to build.
One sensation blending into another. Aerion’s lips, Valarr’s mouth. Their hands. Their voices. Everything was becoming overwhelming.
Your fingers remained tangled in Valarr’s pale hair while your body reacted on instinct, chasing every touch and every movement.
The cousins seemed to take great satisfaction in that. Every sound you made were only encouraging them further.
And judging by the approving noises coming from both men, neither of them had any intention of stopping anytime soon.
You were a trembling mess between them.
With Valarr’s mouth completely focused on you, his soft hums of satisfaction filled the space between your thighs. He was truly enjoying himself—devouring you with an intensity that made your thoughts scatter.
He had been watching you. Wanting this. Dreaming about it for so long.
And now it was finally happening.
He wasn’t planning to stop.
The vibrations of his voice and mouth sent shocks through your core, and the way he was making out with your pussy was almost enough to make you green with jealousy that his mouth wasn’t on yours instead. ridiculous right?
That his tongue wasn’t fighting yours.
Instead, all you could do was fall apart between them, helpless whimpers and broken sounds spilling from your lips as the pleasure kept building and building, pulling you further under.
You were getting dangerously close to your first orgasm when Aerion finally captured your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to swallow the sounds threatening to escape, while his cousin continued his work between your thighs. That’s when he felt the metal ball inside your your mouth.
He broke the kiss immediately.
A low breath leaving him.
“Stick out that tongue f’me,” he ordered, tilting your chin up with firm fingers.
There was no real choice in the way he looked at you. Still, you obeyed. Slowly, you let your tongue slip out, revealing the tongue piercing you had done last year.
A flicker of surprise crossed his face before something sharper replaced it.
“Hiding this from us?” he murmured, almost amused. “such a bad girl.”
His thumb brushed your lower lip as if testing the weight of your reaction. Then he kissed you again.
A bit slower this time but more deliberate.
His tongue was tangling with yours, and the moment he felt the small metal ball against him, a quiet sound escaped his throat—barely restrained. His control slipped, just for a second. Then he deepened the kiss as if nothing had happened at all.
You hadn’t even noticed earlier that Valarr had been rutting his hips restlessly against the mattress, nor the way the tension in both men betrayed just how affected they were by your reactions.
Aerion was swallowing every moan and breathless sound that tried to escape your lips, keeping your attention locked on him as the kiss deepened as his hands clenched on your tits.
It was only when the pressure inside you finally broke that everything seemed to collapse at once.
Your body tensed, overwhelmed, your grip tightening against the sheets as your breath stuttered against Aerion’s mouth.
The kiss became something heavier—more consuming—as he worked to keep you anchored to him while everything else faded into static sensation. some of your body fluids —and perhaps valarr’s spit had damped the expensive silk of sheets under you, when you finally felt valarr emerging back from your legs, reality finally returned in fragments.
Hands still on your skin, leaning down to press small kisses on your thighs as he whispered sweet things and how you had done so good for him and what a good girl you were, in order to bring you back down from the intensity of it all.
Valarr, finally lifted his head from you, exhaling quietly.
The room felt different now.
As if neither of them were quite done with you yet.
that is when you heard it. A muffled whimper that wasn’t from the boys but could only belons to a woman’s. A desperate cry same as 20 minutes ago. Your head turned instinctively toward the sound.
And that was when you saw her.
The girl was lying behind the bed, on the carpet, hidden from view—no wonder you hadn’t noticed her when you first stepped in.
she was in a critical state, Bloodied, Trembling and Barely holding on.
Thick strips of tape covered her mouth, turning her screams into broken, suffocated sobs. Even from where you stood, you could tell she was begging.
You couldn’t make out her face clearly through the blood and bruising.
But you knew immediately that something was very wrong. So wrong it made your chest tighten.
Until now, you had told yourself it was a game.
Some kind of roleplay gone too far when they’d made their threats.
Aerion noticed the shift in you almost immediately. His gaze followed yours to the girl, then slowly returned to your face. He softened. Almost gently. he pressed a kiss to your cheek, before brushing a hand through your hair as if you were something fragile, something easily frightened, they needed to protect.
“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s okay, baby.”
“Valarr is going to take care of her, while I take care of you.” he barely looked at the poor girl on the floor, his attention only staying on you. only you, always you.
As if on cue, Valarr rose from the bed.
Your eyes tracked him immediately.
The knife was already in his hand.
The same one he had left nearby.
He wasn’t hesitating, as he walked steadily towards her.
The girl’s sobs spiked, more frantic now, muffled cries breaking against the tape.
Aerion stayed close behind you, lips against your skin, trying to pull your attention away from what was happening in the room.
As if he could anchor you to him.
you were supposed to scream, fear them, trying to escape,
But your mind was struggling to process it fast enough. You enjoyed being there.
Then you saw her face properly. Even through the blood. Even through the bruising.
“Why don’t you show me how you can use that pretty tongue of yours, hm doll?” Aerion stood up from the bed, reaching to take off his belt. The movement alone was enough to pull your attention away from Irina. For a moment, everything else faded.
The room. The blood. Valarr, and The girl on the floor. Even the unease that had started to creep into your chest.
All of it blurred at the edges of your mind as you remained on your knees on the bed, watching him. Waiting like the good girl you were with your lips parting slightly as you licked them without thinking, impatience tightening in your chest. your attention was already far too gone as you were now too distracted by cock to acknowledge the macrabre scene on your right.
Thank you for reading ! Aerion’s part is coming hehe.. we are also getting into the dark stuff even more into the next part!!
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