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@sister-hannah
Welcome to my little corner of the Abbey
My name is Sister Hannah. I've been at the Abbey for a while now. Mostly you'll find me in either the library or the new scriptorium. I've been a Sibling of Sin at the unholy church since Terzo's time.
Please be aware that I am over 50 years old. Minors DNI.
Special projects: Helped with the cleanup of the Abbey Basement's off-limits area (which is most of the basement, really). Don't go down there. It isn't pretty.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Oh, this should be interesting. Dew raises an eyebrow as a curious smile plays on his lips.
"Sure thing. He won't challenge a blessed knife."
V nearly sighs in relief. Whatever she's about to do to him will be incredibly welcome, he's sure. Still, he pretends to be on guard, growling lowly at her.
She grabs his wrists and pulls them behind his back, gripping them afterwards in one hand.
More poetic license, but there's no help for it. The knife will have to be what's making him acquiesce.
Without further warning, she slaps his ass hard enough to leave a lingering handprint, first one side, then the other.
She continues spanking him without mercy, enjoying the softness of him and the fetching rosy color spreading over his cheeks.
Fuck, yes—
He gasps as she grabs him, though it quickly turns into a moan as she spanks him. It's deep and painful exactly as he likes it. He pretends to struggle against her wrists without using his full strength.
Every fiber of his being urges him to moan and beg for more. The pain is delicious, causing a bead of precome to form at the head of his cock, just from her hand alone. He tries to bite his lip to force himself to be quiet. It's impossible; a few whimpers escape as his body grows hotter.
Every burst of pain makes his mind go fuzzier. Subspace is impossible to resist now, not with the way she's physically spanking the resistance out of him. He's theirs now. Forever and always.
She finally lets up when she senses that he's stopped even pretending to resist and his ass is a glowing red. He won't be sitting comfortably for a few days.
However, she's not quite done with him yet.
With her free hand, she pushes down on his shoulder.
"On your knees, whore."
He goes down easily. Something in the back of his mind tells him that he still needs to be playing a role, but it's difficult. He gazes up at her though his lashes with parted lips, waiting for her to enact her plans. He can never completely keep the love out of his eyes anyway.
Even Dew is looking on in appreciation for her work. She's always been very good with Papa, but this is a different level. It's impressive.
She lets go of his wrists and walks around to face him, trusting the knife to keep him in line, not to mention his more submissive mood.
She unzips her pants, freeing her strap. "Open."
When he does, she grabs his hair and slides it into his mouth with a mocking smirk.
"Try biting it if you like, I won't feel it."
She doesn't usually acknowledge that her cock is made of silicone, but in this context it makes perfect sense. The most a defiant vampire would get out of biting her is a mouthful of plastic.
He's only opened his mouth the slighted bit, but Hannah's pushed the strap inside anyway. The intrusion is very welcome, though he pretends it's an affront.
She's right, anyhow. Not that he would ever bite her dick off if she did have one, but it's additionally degrading for even that choice to be taken away from him. He instinctively tries to suck on the silicone cock, eyelids fluttering briefly as he does. The hold on his hair stops him from getting too far, which leaves him with only one option.
He looks up at her, the picture of obscenity with his mouth stuffed full, and waits for her next moves.
There. Looks like he doesn't intend to fight it.
She pushes into his mouth, letting go of his hair to give him the full range of motion since it seems like he means to behave.
"Show me you're worth using."
She'll make him do that for a bit. She can't feel it, but she knows V enjoys doing this and is always a pretty picture when he does. For all she knows Dew might like watching it, too.
He relaxes his throat once Hannah lets go of his hair. No way left to fight.
He hesitantly takes her deeper, trying to pretend that he's never done this before. A big lie, obviously. The act can't be kept up for very long. He bobs up and down on her cock, pleasuring her slowly, but passionately. The sounds are obscene in the quiet of the night.
Dew licks his lips hungrily. His own body is reacting to the sight, but he can be patient.
V always looks hot as hell when he's doing this, even when he's pretending to be inexperienced. She enjoys the vision of his pretty lips wrapped around her cock for a few minutes.
"That's enough."
She grabs his hair again and pulls him off.
She casually tucks her strap away and zips back up.
"He's all yours," she tells Dew.
She's had her fun with V, and V's been made more pliable. She's very much looking forward to seeing how Dew decides to handle him.
V moans when she forces him off of her cock. He's left looking up at her, expression begging for more. All yours, his mind echoes. All yours. The fact that Hannah's acting like she doesn't give a shit about him only turns him on more.
Dew wolf whistles as he steps forward.
"Fuck, you really did a number on him, huh? Not the big bad vampire anymore. I think you broke him real good, hot stuff. If I didn't know better, I would say he actually looks disappointed that you stopped."
His free hand runs through V's hair where he's kneeling, while the other holds the blade milimeters away from his cheek. V is helpless, can't even move an inch without getting burned.
"Hannah, force him down on the floor. He doesn't deserve the dignity of getting fucked anywhere more comfortable."
She watches all this with admiration. Oh, he's good. This is the kind of thing Dew really excels at. He can weaponize that attitude of his till it's sharper than the blessed blade in his hand.
It is, and always has been, one of her favorite things about him.
She nods in response to his direction, and pushes on V's shoulders to get him where Dew wants him. Somehow she doesn't think he'll mind in the least. He thrives on the kind of degradation that Dew is so good at dishing out. She's learned to do a little of it specifically for V's sake. He seems to need it the way she needs certain things herself.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Oh, this should be interesting. Dew raises an eyebrow as a curious smile plays on his lips.
"Sure thing. He won't challenge a blessed knife."
V nearly sighs in relief. Whatever she's about to do to him will be incredibly welcome, he's sure. Still, he pretends to be on guard, growling lowly at her.
She grabs his wrists and pulls them behind his back, gripping them afterwards in one hand.
More poetic license, but there's no help for it. The knife will have to be what's making him acquiesce.
Without further warning, she slaps his ass hard enough to leave a lingering handprint, first one side, then the other.
She continues spanking him without mercy, enjoying the softness of him and the fetching rosy color spreading over his cheeks.
Fuck, yes—
He gasps as she grabs him, though it quickly turns into a moan as she spanks him. It's deep and painful exactly as he likes it. He pretends to struggle against her wrists without using his full strength.
Every fiber of his being urges him to moan and beg for more. The pain is delicious, causing a bead of precome to form at the head of his cock, just from her hand alone. He tries to bite his lip to force himself to be quiet. It's impossible; a few whimpers escape as his body grows hotter.
Every burst of pain makes his mind go fuzzier. Subspace is impossible to resist now, not with the way she's physically spanking the resistance out of him. He's theirs now. Forever and always.
She finally lets up when she senses that he's stopped even pretending to resist and his ass is a glowing red. He won't be sitting comfortably for a few days.
However, she's not quite done with him yet.
With her free hand, she pushes down on his shoulder.
"On your knees, whore."
He goes down easily. Something in the back of his mind tells him that he still needs to be playing a role, but it's difficult. He gazes up at her though his lashes with parted lips, waiting for her to enact her plans. He can never completely keep the love out of his eyes anyway.
Even Dew is looking on in appreciation for her work. She's always been very good with Papa, but this is a different level. It's impressive.
She lets go of his wrists and walks around to face him, trusting the knife to keep him in line, not to mention his more submissive mood.
She unzips her pants, freeing her strap. "Open."
When he does, she grabs his hair and slides it into his mouth with a mocking smirk.
"Try biting it if you like, I won't feel it."
She doesn't usually acknowledge that her cock is made of silicone, but in this context it makes perfect sense. The most a defiant vampire would get out of biting her is a mouthful of plastic.
He's only opened his mouth the slighted bit, but Hannah's pushed the strap inside anyway. The intrusion is very welcome, though he pretends it's an affront.
She's right, anyhow. Not that he would ever bite her dick off if she did have one, but it's additionally degrading for even that choice to be taken away from him. He instinctively tries to suck on the silicone cock, eyelids fluttering briefly as he does. The hold on his hair stops him from getting too far, which leaves him with only one option.
He looks up at her, the picture of obscenity with his mouth stuffed full, and waits for her next moves.
There. Looks like he doesn't intend to fight it.
She pushes into his mouth, letting go of his hair to give him the full range of motion since it seems like he means to behave.
"Show me you're worth using."
She'll make him do that for a bit. She can't feel it, but she knows V enjoys doing this and is always a pretty picture when he does. For all she knows Dew might like watching it, too.
He relaxes his throat once Hannah lets go of his hair. No way left to fight.
He hesitantly takes her deeper, trying to pretend that he's never done this before. A big lie, obviously. The act can't be kept up for very long. He bobs up and down on her cock, pleasuring her slowly, but passionately. The sounds are obscene in the quiet of the night.
Dew licks his lips hungrily. His own body is reacting to the sight, but he can be patient.
V always looks hot as hell when he's doing this, even when he's pretending to be inexperienced. She enjoys the vision of his pretty lips wrapped around her cock for a few minutes.
"That's enough."
She grabs his hair again and pulls him off.
She casually tucks her strap away and zips back up.
"He's all yours," she tells Dew.
She's had her fun with V, and V's been made more pliable. She's very much looking forward to seeing how Dew decides to handle him.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Oh, this should be interesting. Dew raises an eyebrow as a curious smile plays on his lips.
"Sure thing. He won't challenge a blessed knife."
V nearly sighs in relief. Whatever she's about to do to him will be incredibly welcome, he's sure. Still, he pretends to be on guard, growling lowly at her.
She grabs his wrists and pulls them behind his back, gripping them afterwards in one hand.
More poetic license, but there's no help for it. The knife will have to be what's making him acquiesce.
Without further warning, she slaps his ass hard enough to leave a lingering handprint, first one side, then the other.
She continues spanking him without mercy, enjoying the softness of him and the fetching rosy color spreading over his cheeks.
Fuck, yes—
He gasps as she grabs him, though it quickly turns into a moan as she spanks him. It's deep and painful exactly as he likes it. He pretends to struggle against her wrists without using his full strength.
Every fiber of his being urges him to moan and beg for more. The pain is delicious, causing a bead of precome to form at the head of his cock, just from her hand alone. He tries to bite his lip to force himself to be quiet. It's impossible; a few whimpers escape as his body grows hotter.
Every burst of pain makes his mind go fuzzier. Subspace is impossible to resist now, not with the way she's physically spanking the resistance out of him. He's theirs now. Forever and always.
She finally lets up when she senses that he's stopped even pretending to resist and his ass is a glowing red. He won't be sitting comfortably for a few days.
However, she's not quite done with him yet.
With her free hand, she pushes down on his shoulder.
"On your knees, whore."
He goes down easily. Something in the back of his mind tells him that he still needs to be playing a role, but it's difficult. He gazes up at her though his lashes with parted lips, waiting for her to enact her plans. He can never completely keep the love out of his eyes anyway.
Even Dew is looking on in appreciation for her work. She's always been very good with Papa, but this is a different level. It's impressive.
She lets go of his wrists and walks around to face him, trusting the knife to keep him in line, not to mention his more submissive mood.
She unzips her pants, freeing her strap. "Open."
When he does, she grabs his hair and slides it into his mouth with a mocking smirk.
"Try biting it if you like, I won't feel it."
She doesn't usually acknowledge that her cock is made of silicone, but in this context it makes perfect sense. The most a defiant vampire would get out of biting her is a mouthful of plastic.
He's only opened his mouth the slighted bit, but Hannah's pushed the strap inside anyway. The intrusion is very welcome, though he pretends it's an affront.
She's right, anyhow. Not that he would ever bite her dick off if she did have one, but it's additionally degrading for even that choice to be taken away from him. He instinctively tries to suck on the silicone cock, eyelids fluttering briefly as he does. The hold on his hair stops him from getting too far, which leaves him with only one option.
He looks up at her, the picture of obscenity with his mouth stuffed full, and waits for her next moves.
There. Looks like he doesn't intend to fight it.
She pushes into his mouth, letting go of his hair to give him the full range of motion since it seems like he means to behave.
"Show me you're worth using."
She'll make him do that for a bit. She can't feel it, but she knows V enjoys doing this and is always a pretty picture when he does. For all she knows Dew might like watching it, too.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Oh, this should be interesting. Dew raises an eyebrow as a curious smile plays on his lips.
"Sure thing. He won't challenge a blessed knife."
V nearly sighs in relief. Whatever she's about to do to him will be incredibly welcome, he's sure. Still, he pretends to be on guard, growling lowly at her.
She grabs his wrists and pulls them behind his back, gripping them afterwards in one hand.
More poetic license, but there's no help for it. The knife will have to be what's making him acquiesce.
Without further warning, she slaps his ass hard enough to leave a lingering handprint, first one side, then the other.
She continues spanking him without mercy, enjoying the softness of him and the fetching rosy color spreading over his cheeks.
Fuck, yes—
He gasps as she grabs him, though it quickly turns into a moan as she spanks him. It's deep and painful exactly as he likes it. He pretends to struggle against her wrists without using his full strength.
Every fiber of his being urges him to moan and beg for more. The pain is delicious, causing a bead of precome to form at the head of his cock, just from her hand alone. He tries to bite his lip to force himself to be quiet. It's impossible; a few whimpers escape as his body grows hotter.
Every burst of pain makes his mind go fuzzier. Subspace is impossible to resist now, not with the way she's physically spanking the resistance out of him. He's theirs now. Forever and always.
She finally lets up when she senses that he's stopped even pretending to resist and his ass is a glowing red. He won't be sitting comfortably for a few days.
However, she's not quite done with him yet.
With her free hand, she pushes down on his shoulder.
"On your knees, whore."
He goes down easily. Something in the back of his mind tells him that he still needs to be playing a role, but it's difficult. He gazes up at her though his lashes with parted lips, waiting for her to enact her plans. He can never completely keep the love out of his eyes anyway.
Even Dew is looking on in appreciation for her work. She's always been very good with Papa, but this is a different level. It's impressive.
She lets go of his wrists and walks around to face him, trusting the knife to keep him in line, not to mention his more submissive mood.
She unzips her pants, freeing her strap. "Open."
When he does, she grabs his hair and slides it into his mouth with a mocking smirk.
"Try biting it if you like, I won't feel it."
She doesn't usually acknowledge that her cock is made of silicone, but in this context it makes perfect sense. The most a defiant vampire would get out of biting her is a mouthful of plastic.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Oh, this should be interesting. Dew raises an eyebrow as a curious smile plays on his lips.
"Sure thing. He won't challenge a blessed knife."
V nearly sighs in relief. Whatever she's about to do to him will be incredibly welcome, he's sure. Still, he pretends to be on guard, growling lowly at her.
She grabs his wrists and pulls them behind his back, gripping them afterwards in one hand.
More poetic license, but there's no help for it. The knife will have to be what's making him acquiesce.
Without further warning, she slaps his ass hard enough to leave a lingering handprint, first one side, then the other.
She continues spanking him without mercy, enjoying the softness of him and the fetching rosy color spreading over his cheeks.
Fuck, yes—
He gasps as she grabs him, though it quickly turns into a moan as she spanks him. It's deep and painful exactly as he likes it. He pretends to struggle against her wrists without using his full strength.
Every fiber of his being urges him to moan and beg for more. The pain is delicious, causing a bead of precome to form at the head of his cock, just from her hand alone. He tries to bite his lip to force himself to be quiet. It's impossible; a few whimpers escape as his body grows hotter.
Every burst of pain makes his mind go fuzzier. Subspace is impossible to resist now, not with the way she's physically spanking the resistance out of him. He's theirs now. Forever and always.
She finally lets up when she senses that he's stopped even pretending to resist and his ass is a glowing red. He won't be sitting comfortably for a few days.
However, she's not quite done with him yet.
With her free hand, she pushes down on his shoulder.
"On your knees, whore."
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Oh, this should be interesting. Dew raises an eyebrow as a curious smile plays on his lips.
"Sure thing. He won't challenge a blessed knife."
V nearly sighs in relief. Whatever she's about to do to him will be incredibly welcome, he's sure. Still, he pretends to be on guard, growling lowly at her.
She grabs his wrists and pulls them behind his back, gripping them afterwards in one hand.
More poetic license, but there's no help for it. The knife will have to be what's making him acquiesce.
Without further warning, she slaps his ass hard enough to leave a lingering handprint, first one side, then the other.
She continues spanking him without mercy, enjoying the softness of him and the fetching rosy color spreading over his cheeks.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
The smack stings the slightest bit, making his hips twitch. Satanas, he adores the way she touches him. ...Maybe he can get her to hit him harder. He knows she's not always comfortable giving him the extent of the pain that he likes, but it's usually fine as long as she's not the one drawing blood.
"Careful how you speak to me, human," V growls. "Even laid bare, I'm more powerful than you."
It's just a little too breathless to be convincing. That, at the way his arousal is now on display for all to see.
He mentally begs her to spank him hard, even just once. Please, Hannah. I need the sting. Then I'll submit for you, I promise.
"Oh, careful, is it?" she growls. She glances at Dew. "Spot me, please. Think I'll break him in a little before I give him to you. He's earned himself a lesson."
One or two ideas have arisen while she's been watching him strip. If Dew's willing to hold him at knifepoint for a few minutes, she'll have her fun.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Dew smiles and Hannah approvingly and shoves V forwards. He nearly loses his balance with his pants still around his knees, but he manages.
Caught in between them now. There's nowhere to go when they both have their weapons pointed at him, at least one of which is blessed. Oh, he realizes. That's why Dew is in leather gloves. He'd thought it was a strange choice, but figured it was just a costume item.
V knows he must took terribly pathetic now. A slut with his pants halfway down, cock jutting out in the moonlight, face flushed. Both of their gazes bore into him like a scientific specimen. It's embarrassingly hot. Hannah wasn't off base when she'd called him their whore.
It gets worse with Dew's next command.
"Strip."
The tone is stern, forceful. Even without the weapons, he'd feel like he had no choice. With shaking hands, V carefully starts to peel off the rest of his clothing, leaving his body entirely bare underneath their watchful eyes.
She watches V expose himself. He's always a beauty, even more so when he's red and flustered like this. She can't even blame him for it; Dew's implacable. He's wicked perfection when he's stern. It would take a far stronger nature than her own to deny him anything when he takes that tone with her, and V's no less susceptible.
"Hmph. Pretty little slut, at least," she says, giving V a smack on the ass. "He'll have his uses."
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
It's impossible to hold back a whimper. He hadn't expected to be stripped bare this quickly, and the surprise only makes him harder. V forces himself to stay out of subspace for now. Dew gets off on the resistance, he knows, and it would be an injustice to Hannah's efforts if he gave in now.
"You'll regret this!" he growls. "If you get close enough, I'll bite you. The instant you let go of me, you're done for."
"Try it and I'll stake you before you can blink. You're no match for us."
She pulls the stake back out of her belt, brandishing it, and looks to Dew. "Do what you want with him. He won't have time to strike."
These are, of course, empty threats. She'd never be even a fraction fast enough to stop V from doing anything whatsoever. If they insist on including her in these scenes, they're just going to have to allow some poetic license for things like this. If V wants to keep resisting, he's going to have to struggle in Dew's grip or something, because she's not going to be able to fight him.
In any case, she'd rather just watch from here on. The two of them have all this in hand and there's little she can contribute apart from commentary. If Dew wants something specific from her, he can always let her know.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
It takes everything in V to hold back a whine as she snaps at him. The tone of her voice alone makes him feel the ghost of his collar around his neck. Fuck, he's getting so hard.
While he's focused on Hannah, Dew lunges one last time. Before V can even register it, the ghoul pushes himself to the vampire's back and tugs his hair backwards, holding the knife up to the front of his neck. It forces V to press himself into Dew's embrace to keep that blade off his skin. In an instant, he's trapped.
V's eyes slip closed in surrender. It's difficult to act like he's upset about this, but he does his best. A low chuckle sounds next to his ear.
"Still feeling cocky, vampire?" Pride is thick in his voice. "Hmm. What do you say we have a bit of fun before we finish you? I've always wanted to top a vampire."
V gasps in character. "No! Please—"
"Please, what? Say it."
He grits his teeth. Dew always has a way of digging humiliating submission out of him, even in these scenes. "Please... mercy. Have mercy."
"I'm not convinced. Thoughts, Hannah?"
In this moment, she understands Dew's frequent urges to reach for that camera of his. The two of them locked together in this dark embrace is something she'll never forget.
Hot as they look, much as she continues to envy V's position, she has a part to play in this. She pretends to consider.
"Hmm. Nor am I. I think we can make him beg a little harder than that, don't you?"
She stows the stake in her belt and stalks closer.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we? Let's see what we've got to work with since he's chosen to make you his whore."
While Dew still has him pinned under the knife, she undoes V's pants and yanks them down.
"Tsk. Look at him. Hard as a rock. Pathetic."
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
The problem is that Dew is far, far more practiced than V is. Even if their strength is matched, the ghoul's frequent days of sparring with his friends have given him a clear advantage. It's only the knife work that is being mimed for the scene. The fighting is real.
That's when V makes a mistake.
He stumbles only slightly, but it gives Dew the opening to slice his thigh. It mainly cuts fabric, only going deep enough to graze a few layers of skin. Satanas, Dew's skill is incredible, showcased in his ability to avoid cutting too deep in such a quick movement.
V stumbles again, half in surprise and half in relief that it wasn't a real cut. And then he feels it.
The blade-kissed skin burns. It's as if salt and vinegar have been thrown into a deep wound. There's only one thing that could mean.
V looks up at Dew and Hannah with wide, surprised eyes, breaking character in shock.
"Y-you—" he pants.
"Do you really think I wouldn't use blessed weapons?" Dew sneers. "You really do underestimate us, vampire."
V is getting hard embarrassingly fast with this new development. The pain burns through him, only encouraging his cock to stir. It's all just a reminder of how deeply Dew and Hannah own him. He's theirs to mark up, theirs to keep. It would be so easy to kneel for them right here, but he has to keep up the act.
Dew starts to back V towards Hannah, now that he's wary about getting even remotely close to the blade. Is Hannah's stake blessed too? V isn't sure.
Oh, they're both gifted with strength and speed, but mighty Lucifer, Dew is something special. He must keep himself in training somehow. Do the band ghouls spar in their free time? She hadn't been sure, but clearly some of them do. She's never seen anything like this from him. Trust a wrath-demon to have some fighting skills, even the ones who aren't in Hell's army.
She envies V, who even out of training has his natural gifts, enough to make a match like this possible. She could never spar with Dew; he'd have her pinned in seconds. She's seen him do it, when they'd been hunting her. No human really could, even one with training. They wouldn't be fast enough.
Heat pools in her core. It's the problem she always has when she's meant to be working with Dew in these scenes. She ought to be enjoying this from that perspective, but he's too damn good. She wishes she could kneel for him herself.
Within moments of all this, he's made that cut. It's all she can do not to wince. Knowing that there's a blessing on the blade makes her heart twist, but it's clear that V loves this, which is the only thing that reconciles her to it.
She doesn't want to know where Dew got the thing. He has some weird human contacts outside the Ministry. No doubt that's how he acquired it.
Fortunately for all three of them, she's been learning a thing or two herself. She'll have her chance to use what she knows after all of this is over.
Right now, though, there's the scene to enact. V's backing away from Dew, but that puts him closer to her.
"That's far enough," she snaps. "Any closer and I'll stake you. This is over for you."
She isn't sure how Dew wants him for the next bit, exactly, so she leaves it at that unless she gets some kind of cue to do something else.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
"Never!" he snarls.
"We'll see about that."
V's eyes burn bright as he gears up to fight, darting between them. It seems he'll have to make the first move. But on who? Dew's blade is probably more dangerous, especially with his skill. As long as he avoids the point of that stake, all Hannah can really do with a weapon like that is hit him with it. Which would also be painful, but not blood-spilling. Not that he would care if it was.
Before he can lunge at Hannah, Dew makes a leap for V. Really, Dew is doing a terrible job at hiding his abilities, but who can blame him for not knowing how a human moves when he's never lived as one?
Dew slams into his body, sending V tumbling to the ground. Satanas, Dew is barely holding back. V won't either, then.
V shoves him backwards and the glamoured ghoul fights right back. Merda. It's been a long, long time since he sparred with someone just as strong as him. The two of them duck and tumble, striking at each other while V very, very carelly avoids that blade. By mere millimeters.
How beautiful they are. She's never seen them stretch their abilities this way, sparring together. It's a shame Dew's glamoured, but he insisted on committing to the bit for some reason. Still, he's using his speed and strength to excellent effect.
The knife's involvement is a bit hard to watch, but she trusts Dew to know how manage it. He's fast enough to prevent accidents. She hopes.
She simply watches, pretending to be looking for an opening to strike if needed.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
He nearly forgets to stay in character. Hannah is so fucking hot looking like that.
"Think you can beat me, si?" V growls. He looks between the two of them, hoping to catch a glimpse if they decide to strike. "Pathetic humans trying to defeat a vampire. Ridiculous! This is your last change to back away. I won't go easily. I can smell your blood, ragazzo."
The last comment is to Hannah, assuming she'll prefer male terms for this round. Based on that terribly handsome outfit. How is he supposed to stay resistant?
"Pathetic, is it? We've got you cornered, seems to me." She moves in closer, stake at the ready, keeping an eye on Dew behind him as much as she can to see how he wants to play this.
"Surrender, creature of darkness! Submit, or perish."
Even wearied from the chase, both of her boys are stunning. Dew, as feral as his glamour will allow him to appear, blond hair cascading down his back. V, allowing all of his vampiric traits to shine through, with his sharp teeth and claws, his glittering eyes.
Both of them fierce and yet playful enough to enjoy these games. What an incredible blessing to be allowed to love them.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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V pants as he sprints through the ministry grounds. It's hopeless, of course, but he might as well get into character. It isn't too hard because he isn't actually sure what Dew and Hannah are planning. In fact, he can't even tell who's chasing him, if anyone.
The night is nearly dead silent aside from the hoot of owls as they peer down from the trees. Metal sounds next to his ankle— Merda, he nearly avoided that ankle. Toothless, more for humans that bears. Surely Dew had placed that in his path. For a while, V had been flying as a bat, but some strategically placed nets in the trees had sent him tumbling. The occasional snap of a twig is heard behind him. V can't even be sure that it's Dew. The ghoul is pulling back some of his abilities tonight to fit with the glamour, so he can't be as overt as usual. Who knows how close he is? Dew could be right over his shoulder, and he would probably be none the wiser.
Still, he knows what happens if he's caught. The terrifying vampire slain by brave human hunters. Sin conquered by glory. Dew had brandished a sharp stake that sent him running. Satanas, it's difficult to pretend that he doesn't want to be caught. He's exhausted and horny.
There— the garden storage. He could probably just catch his breath for a moment in there, right? It would at least allow Hannah and Dew to evaluate anfd lay more traps if he pleased. Perfetto.
V bursts into the storage space, panting and immediately setting his hands on his knees. His lungs burn like the devil, pun not intended. Whew. A short break.
That break is short lived. V straightens quickly, taking in his surroundings—
Oh. Oh, shit.
Hannah stands across from him. He immediately starts to back towards the door, but a human-looking-ghoul bursts in. There's a blade in his hand that glints against the moonlight.
There's a small point of pride in seeing that Dew is having trouble breathing as well.
And here they are. A very tired-looking V, followed by a weirdly human-looking Dew. She didn't know if she'd ever really get used to seeing him glamoured like this.
They both look a bit winded. She hopes they're not too tired to have their fun.
She brandishes the wooden stake she filched from the greenhouse earlier. They've got him trapped.
Hannah waited in the empty room. The boys should be here any minute.
It was a little building near Mountain's greenhouse. It had been a carriage house at one time, and later, a storage room. It had been cleared out not long ago with the idea that it could be made into a potting shed and a place to start seeds, but the work hadn't started yet. Small windows let in the moonlight, enough to see by, though still dim.
It was perfect for their needs: a private space that wasn't a church.
A vampire would never flee to a church to escape the hunt.
It was V's turn to be the prey tonight, something Dew had been excited about for some time. They were playing vampire hunters. This was where the hunt would end.
There was no possible way she could help with the chase itself. Dew had the speed, strength and agility to keep up with V when he was using his full abilities, and she, of course, did not, so the idea was that she would be waiting here just as V had once waited for her.
She fully expected to be playing a supporting role tonight. This was mostly Dew and V's scene out of necessity. She hadn't been entirely sure why they'd insisted on including her when the idea was first discussed, but they had, so here she was.
She'd take most of her direction from Dew on how to handle things unless some sort of inspiration struck, but she'd prepared as best as she could. She had spare clothes and the like stashed out of sight along with some small blankets and water bottles, just in case.
She'd worn men's clothing tonight to make it easier to deal with wearing her strap underneath it. Also just in case.
She'd been feeling lately that she hadn't given her loves enough space to focus on each other when the three of them were together, and she wasn't happy with herself because of it. She'd allowed her insecurities to get the better of her, and she didn't want that to continue. One of the reasons she'd agreed to this was as a way to get acclimated to being in the background sometimes without letting her neediness interfere. She hoped it would help make things more comfortable for all three of them.
Such were the thoughts passing through her mind as she waited for the boys to arrive.
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