Devil Makes Three: Stack/Reader/Mary
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{Two beautiful strangers charm you at the club. Mary with her dark eyes, her easy smile, and her boyfriend Elias who watches you like a predator in the dim club lights. They're charming, they're sexy, and they want you to come home with them for a little fun.}
{What could go wrong?}
NSFW below the cut
The bass that surges through the club pulls your pulse to beat in unison with it. The electronic music that's popular is just your speed and makes it easy to lose yourself in the writhing throng of dancers.
Tonight you have no responsibility. Friday means no work tomorrow and a night spent dancing until the early hours of Saturday morning. You've had a drink, but one rum and coke isn't gonna fuck you up. Every girl between Cali and Maine has heard about the drugs guys have started slipping into drinks. Better not to risk getting too tipsy to be safe. Dancing sober is just as fun.
Around you so many different types of people undulate and twirl under the disco lights and flashing strobes. Women with afros, boys and girls rocking mohawks, older guys with dreads down to their hips and barely twenty one-year-olds happy to have skirted the new drinking age all celebrate together.
You feel a sense of togetherness you don't feel much in the world anymore. This is a place where everyone is equal. No one looks twice at the boys kissing by the bar, or the men in skimpy leather, or the little tabs models are dropping on their tongues. Life is good. Life is beautiful.
Beautiful like the woman staring you down across the dance floor.
The guy she was dancing with winds away into the crowd when she pushes off him to look your way. It's like one of the silly rom-coms you've seen, where your eyes meet on the dance floor and you both fall in love. This feels a little more like falling in lust, though.
Her hair is dark enough that it reflects the multicolored lights like they're a part of the shining strands teased into a pile of crimped curls. The scrunchie holding it matches the bright red of her lipstick. She's smiling, and you swear her eyes are brighter than even the strobes. They're pretty yellow-green, but when she moves through the crowd to meet you, they're brown. Must have been the lights playing tricks.
“Hey!” The word is shouted over the music. Her voice is bright and lovely even when she only says one word. “You wanna dance?”
“Absolutely!” You have to raise your voice over the bumping beat, but agreeing delights the woman before you.
She smiles, almost sharklike with how her eyes narrow. Rocking that intense of a smokey eye makes the girl's expression look dangerous. Maybe a little predatory. Her hands sneak around your waist and the denim jacket she wears falls around her elbows.
“I'm Mary.” This time, she leans forward to speak right into your ear. Her full lips brush your skin as she does, and goosebumps chase down your arms. Now you get to lean forward and offer your name in return. “Pleasure to meet you. Did you know you're like, the cutest thing in this club?”
Her compliment makes you blush and duck your head. The way she said it, honest and effortless, makes it sound so real. Coupled with the affectionate expression she wears, you're already a little enamored.
“I think that's you, babe.” The returned compliment is a deflection, but you mean it. She's the prettiest girl in here by far. Her skin is flawless, her outfit too. No one could compare. Mary doesn't respond though, too busy moving her body to the beat. You can feel her start to rock her hips to the music, her hands guiding you to do the same.
Grinning, Mary presses her forehead to yours. With every sway, your noses brush but you don't feel the same damp heat of breath you usually feel when dancing with another person. It's nice, not choking on someone else's air. Her hand is inching lower, tapping at your back to the beat. Like she's asking for an invitation to move further. You press close in wordless consent and she wastes no time in dropping both hands down onto the curve of your ass.
Her thigh slots between yours, and she rolls her body against you. Mary is pretty like a girl in a magazine and looks at you like you're a goddess. It feels unreal. You shouldn't be this lucky, but she's grinding on you and holding you like a lifeline. Your pulse is hammering in your ears. Your breath chases out of your lungs just as quickly as you can drink it in. It's exciting. It's intoxicating.
“When this song ends, let’s grab a drink!” Mary's lips drag along your cheek when she leans in to speak, inhaling as she draws away. Out of breath from the way your bodies are moving together under the lights, probably. You nod to save your voice the hassle of shouting, returning her eager little smile with one of your own.
Mary keeps her promise and when one EDM song blends into the next, she's grasping your hand and guiding you to the upstairs bar. It's a little darker on the second floor, a little quieter. People line every stool except for one on the far end and Mary offers it to you so that you can sit while she makes herself comfortable standing between your legs.
From this spot, you catch a man watching you both. He's got a gold grill that looks like vampire fangs. It catches in the light when he lifts his head and grins at you in greeting. His multicolored shirt is alluring but his expression is a little devious. The bright, beautiful type that translated to venomous in the animal kingdom. Everything about him looks like danger, and Mary draws you back with a giggle.
“Don't mind Elias, that's my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” You balk at the title, sputtering over your words as you apologize for assuming. Instead of replying, Mary leans forward and kisses you. She tastes like whiskey, tongue slipping into your mouth with a light little sound of enjoyment. Her arms wind around your neck and she catches her teeth in your lip. Her focus is entirely on you and consuming you from the inside out. Pushing her back hurts worse than a slap because god damn is she a good kisser.
“Hey, hey, I don't wanna upset anyone-” you start.
“You ain't.” The soft southern drawl of the man you'd caught staring—Elias—came from beside you. When the stool to your left had been vacated, you weren't sure, but now he sat atop it. It was like he'd popped out of thin air. “Nobody here's upset. Right, Mary?”
“Of course. Nothing to be upset about.” Mary's hand finds your arm, smoothing down your skin and lacing your fingers together. She has such a disarming nature that you don't realize how close Elias has gotten. His face hovers just beside your shoulder. “We’ve had our eye on you. Both of us.”
The expression you wear must be dumbstruck, because Mary pets at your cheek with her free hand and catches your chin. Her thumb cleans up where her lipstick smudged over your mouth. She's looking at your lips the entire time. You think you catch her tongue darting out to wet her own. “You scared her, Elias.”
“Nah, Mary. She's just surprised. Ain't you, baby?” Elias’ arm loops around your waist from where he sits beside you. There's something alluring about this, being wanted by both of them. They crowd you from all sides with half-lidded expressions that convey the silent want.
Mary's watching you with her eyes all gentle and doe-like, and she hasn't left the space between your legs. In fact, the hand she has laced with yours is running up and down your thigh. Elias’ fingers are stroking the bare patch of skin between your top and your skirt, tugging at your waistband every other touch.
“C'mon. We can dance together first, if you'd like.” Mary says it like whatever comes next is inevitable, like no one would dream of saying no. It would be hard to deny them from your place between the two otherworldly beauties. Smoky, cedar aftershave waits behind you, delicate floral perfume waits before.
You feel cornered. Maybe that should make you scared, but it doesn't.
“Or we can get up to something’. No one's lookin’.” Elias isn't wrong. You're at the far side of the less popular bar. Most of the crowd sticks to the outside tiki spot or grabs drinks near the entrance. Mary's eyes leave you to look up at her boyfriend, something passing silently between them that you aren't privy to.
“Would you like that?” Mary asks, voice sugar-sweet when she returns her attention to you. Her hand falls away from yours, and instead she uses both to bunch the fabric of your skirt around your knees. “It can be our little secret. Just the three of us.”
You nod, enthralled by the couple you've been corralled between. Elias leans you back against his arms and Mary's thin fingers slide up underneath your skirt. They're cool, despite your earlier dancing, and it makes you jump in your seat. Though the man behind you is quick to soothe the scare with a brush of his lips on your temple.
When Mary's hand finds your core, she delights in the lack of undergarments. A more logical part of you would have argued it was to avoid panty lines. The realistic part was aware you'd been hoping to get a little lucky tonight. Right now it's making it easy for Mary to slide her middle finger right up to your clit. She circles it, drawing some of your simmering arousal up to ease the glide.
“Oh baby, you're already excited aren't you?” Mary sighs. Her voice is like a soft wave that rolls over you. “It'll only get better.”
“My girl has a smart mouth, maybe you'll get to see.” Elias’ teeth nip at your ear before they move lower and lay a few kisses on your neck. His lips are full and soft and, without prompting, you turn your head to kiss him. He makes a surprised sound, but it turns into a pleased one before you have time to pull away. For his sweet talking, he tastes like copper and whiskey. A little dangerous, a little sweet, and you want more of it.
His hand takes your chin to hold your face close, tongue slipping into your mouth. You can feel those gold fangs as they catch on your lower lip. Elias kisses like he's consuming you, hungry and unable to be sated. This is different from Mary's kiss, sweet and luring. This is tongue and teeth and want.
“Isn’t she precious?” Mary asks, though you're certain it’s rhetorical. She watches your hungry kissing with desire of her own, light catching her eyes in that yellow glow again. Her hand eases your legs further apart, taking advantage of the fire Elias’ kiss ignited in you. One of her fingers slides inside, followed gently by another as she works you open. She releases a dreamy sigh and curls patterns on your skin with the hand not currently stroking your cunt.
Her thumb is on your clit again in a moment, and you whine into Elias’ mouth. He savors it, grip on your waist tightening before he breaks the kiss. His nose nudges below your ear taking in a breath as he draws his tongue up the column of your throat.
The fingers Mary is stroking you with speed up just enough that your head falls back as you moan. The desire is liquid lighting in your veins. It's hot and explosive and you know you're gonna come around her fingers. Elias seems to know it too, because he stuffs three digits in your mouth just as you're tumbling over the edge. They almost choke you, but it does the trick of silencing any sounds that might get you caught.
How many times have they done this before?
Mary has pulled away, licking her fingers like a cat lapping at its paw. When she catches you watching, she sucks one into her mouth and releases it with a pop. You feel a new flame of need ignite deep within you.
“Good girl, can't have you catching unwanted eyes.” Elias purrs against your hair. You almost could have forgotten he was there if not for the low sound of his breathing as he drinks in the smell of you. It's almost animalistic. His breath comes in pants that wash hot air over your skin. “What you think about coming home with us?”
“What?” You’re too blissed out to fully focus as you look between Mary and Elias with dreamy eyes.
“Come home with us tonight, love,” Mary echoes her boyfriend. “I think Elias wants a taste too. Don't you, baby?”
“Only if our girl here is game,” Elias replies behind you. His voice rasps low, hungry. He looks at you like you're a meal.
“Yeah. Yeah, I'm game.” The words come out all soft from how foggy your head is, but you know what you're agreeing to. You barely drank tonight. You're not fucked up on anything except the lust pulsing through you in time with the music.
“Perfect.” Mary's eyes light up with that infectious excitement you've seen manifest a few times already. “Get the car, Elias. We'll meet you at the door.”
Her boyfriend doesn't respond, and you turn to realize he's already gone. Your brow furrows, but Mary is busy helping you to your feet. Her hand weaves around your waist and leads you through the throng of people. The dancing mass parts as she walks, her effortless stride otherworldly. She is a goddess among mortals and somehow you have caught her eye. When the crowd grows too thick to walk side by side, her hand finds yours. It's a cool, grounding touch that you're thankful for.
You exit the club into the brisk Autumn air just as a Pontiac Trans-Am rips into the drop-off area outside. A gold vanity license plate reads SMKSTCK, fitting the souped-up nature of the car. The windows are down and Elias is grinning at the two of you with those glinting gold fangs.
“Whassup, ladies?” Leaning over, he pops the passenger door open and reveals the single seat beside him. “Gonna get real cozy tonight.”
Mary doesn't seem perturbed and encourages you to settle in the seat before she's crawling in beside you. Once she tugs shut the door, her body slides down yours like water, knees meeting the floor on the passenger side and pushing your legs wide open. Your skirt ends up pushed around your hips and Mary kisses your thighs as she reveals them. Her lipstick leaves little prints on your skin, delicate and angelic despite her devious expression.
“Can't wait for another taste, huh baby?” Elias chuckles from the driver's seat as he peels out of the lot. His left hand steers while the right wanders onto your exposed thigh. He's wearing one of those fat, gold letter rings that reads $TACK, the metal cold against your body. He catches your eye, rapping the pads of his fingers on the skin just above your knee. “Mary'll take real good care of you.”
“He taught me everything I know,” Mary replies. “Let me show you.”
The next moment, her face is between your legs. Her tongue is gentle as she rolls it over your clit in slow motions. She's savoring you, you realize. She's gauging your reaction in a quest to find what makes you gasp and grab at the door. Mary moves with precision, alternating between circling where you're most sensitive and dipping down to press her tongue inside you. Her eyes don't stray from watching you. The intensity of it almost makes you moan as much as the attention she's laving on your cunt.
“You feelin’ good?” Elias asks beside you. His hand leaves your thigh and catches your chin to force you to look at him. “Talk to me, mama.”
“Yeah,” you manage to reply. It's a lot. Mary's mouth feels like heaven. She's already found exactly what you like, repeating the things that make you whimper and twist in the seat. “So good.”
“Wanna help me feel good too?” Elias asks as he frees your white-knuckled grip from the center console. You nod, wordless with Mary's tongue back inside your cunt. You're too busy trying not to buck your hips into her face to figure out more words to say. He seems to find it endearing, because in the next moment he's guiding your hand to where his cock is tenting his pants.
Conscious thought isn't quite happening yet for you, but you can focus enough to wrap your hand around him through the fabric. Elias groans, leaning his head back against the seat as you squeeze gently. His hips don't jump, and his gaze doesn't waver, though. He's a better person than you, focused on the task at hand. His eyes are still open, driving the car so straight that the people outside would be none the wiser.
You're too busy staving off an orgasm, trying to make Elias feel good too with one hand on his dick and the other threading through Mary's hair. No amount of self-restraint is going to help, though. You're overheated, overstimulated, and soon you’re falling over the edge into bliss. Your legs shake, and your eyes roll back as you gasp Mary's name.
“Ain't you sweet?” Mary remains between your legs while you recover. Her ruby lipstick is smudged past any recoverable point, smeared over her mouth like blood. It's beautiful, like Helen Chandler in that old Dracula movie. You're still breathless and its made worse by the woman pretty as a movie star that's currently kissing at your thighs. When Elias’ hand comes wandering down, Mary nips at his fingers.
By the time you're seeing straight again, Elias is parking the car outside a chic apartment complex. There's cute little balconies on every level and vines growing up the old bricks. It's very pretty, and dedinitely out of your price range. Of course they'd be hot and rich. Unfair.
Neither notice you getting lost in thought. Mary pops the car open and climbs out with the grace unbefitting someone who just spent a 10 minute car ride on her knees. She doesn't even look phased, wiping her face with the sleeve of her jacket. Instead she's offering her hand to help you to your feet. Your skirt falls back down your unsteady legs as you stand. You've already came twice now, and this couple is promising more still. Will you even survive more?
“We're the penthouse,” Mary explains as she hooks her arm in yours. “It has the best view of the city at night.”
Elias takes up the space behind you, only passing to grab the front door of the complex.
“Mister Stack, Mary, welcome back.” The concierge is friendly, offering a smile. “And your lady guest too, of course.”
You greet him in kind, but your new friends are hurrying you toward the elevator. Mary's walking quicker than you normally do and it requires you to work to keep up. Elias has his hand on your lower back, pressed to your other side.
The moment you're all inside the small space, Elias is pulling you in and kissing you hard. His hands bracket either side of your hips, and Mary leans against your back to pepper little kisses down your neck. Her body weight grinds you against Elias, and he groans into your kiss. Everything is hot. You're sweaty from dancing and the pleasure Mary keeps treating you to.
Their hands seem to be everywhere, sqeezing, pulling, stroking at any available skin. Mary sucks at your neck, moaning when she buries her face in the crook of it. Elias’ grip is firm where he holds you, biting at your lower lip every time you break the kiss to take a gasping breath.
The elevator dings and you're pulled from Elias to the hallway. He's getting their door open and Mary is nudging you through the entrance.
The apartment is beautiful. Thick black curtains are pulled back from the windows, revealing the twinkling lights of Chicago beyond. Moody lighting casts the space in warm golds and reds. There's no dining table, but a huge round chaise occupies the space it would have been. The deep red fabric matches the sectional pressed to the opposite wall, and Mary fixes the pillow on them as she passes it on her way to draw the curtains. Elias is turning on some of the overhead lights, still warm but brighter than the scattering of lamps.
“Something to drink?” Your host asks, smiling as she runs manicured nails over the kitchen counter. “We have beer, wine, some liquor too I think.”
“Whiskey,” Elias adds. He's taking off his rings. Each makes a metallic clink as it hits the countertop. Mary nods along, moving to settle herself at the center of the chaise.
“Oh, I'm good.” You murmur from where you hover in the middle of the room. You're uncertain what to do, where to go. Poised between each half of the couple that brought you home, you hesitate.
“Perfect.” The word sounds more like a growl. Elias takes your waist again and spins you toward him. He captures your mouth in a kiss, tongue curling around yours as he drinks you in. His hands are tight where they hold you, and every breath he takes is half-growled into your mouth. It feels like he wants more, wants to consume you entirely.
“Go on, Elias.” From her seat, Mary speaks. You aren't certain what she means until her lover is pressing you down. It doesn't take much to catch on to what he's wanting, and you drop to your knees on the wood floor. “Here, baby.” Mary is quick to pass you one of the throw pillows to put under you, kissing your cheek as she returns to her seat.
Elias only watches as you fumble with his belt buckle, murmuring a compliment and stroking your cheek when you get it unfastened. After that it’s easy to unzip his jeans and dip your hand past the waistband.
He's hard and hot in your palm, twitching when you squeeze it gently. Above you, Elias groans low in his throat. It's a needy sound that sends heat right to your core. The hand idle on your face now guides your mouth to him and you wrap your lips around the tip obediently. You watch his face as you take more of him into your mouth and hum around him. The way it makes his eyelids flutter is incredible. Heat skitters through every nerve ending as you enjoy the power you have here.
“Think you can take the whole thing?” Elias’ voice is low, but you know a challenge when you're given one. You redouble your efforts, swallowing as much of him down as you could without choking. His legs shake when your nose brushes his pelvis and his cock bumps the back of your throat. You feel him shift his hips and relax your jaw to let him set a languid pace while he fucks your mouth.
The man looks halfway to heaven, with dark eyelashes shuttering his eyes and his mouth half-open. His free hand lifts to cover it as a curse slips out. A second later he's shucking his jacket and tossing his head back with a rasping sigh.
“God damn, your mouth feels good.” The praise from his lips makes you light up with pride. It's good to be wanted, especially by two beautiful people. They’re both watching you like you're as perfect as they are. It might not be true but it sure feels nice.
You can feel a little bit of drool at the corners of your mouth and Elias eyes it. The weight of his gaze makes you feel a bit self-conscious, but you don't have time to think too long because he's pulling you off him with a grunt of effort a second later.
“Don't wanna end a good time early,” Elias hums as he helps you to your feet. “Besides, I'm tryin' not to be greedy.” He's guiding you back toward where Mary is sitting and she's looking more like the cat that got the canary the closer you get.
“Come here,” Mary encourages when you reach the edge of the chaise. You oblige, crawling onto the velvet. “Want to thank me for all my hard work?”
Her fingertips drew up the hem of her dress higher and higher until the black lace of her underwear peeked out. When you don't move for a moment, Mary too takes the liberty of curling her finger in the waistband and dragging them down. This finally snaps you into action, and you settle onto your stomach between her legs. Your feet hang off the edge of the oversized couch, so you go to hike up your legs but are stopped by Elias. He smooths your knees back to the velvet and sits beside you. This is, apparently, to start unzipping and removing your skirt.
“Hey, eyes on me.” Mary's voice is low, teasing, but not lacking in its former musicality. She guides your hands to pull the lacy thong down her legs, discarding it to the floor. She rests one foot on either side of your body and draws you nearer with whispered praise. A siren song that you can't deny.
Acrylic nails slide along your scalp as Mary works her nails into your hair. They snag and catch, but the ache feels good. You kiss first to her thighs, then the dark patch of hair right above where she wants you. You let your eyes linger on her face, watching her expression shift when you finally run your tongue over her slit. Those beautiful brown irises roll back as Mary sighs.
You feel Elias dragging your skirt down and lift your hips to help while you also try to focus your attention on the woman before you. She seems to love when you dip your tongue inside her and drag it up around her clit. Or, you assume she loves it by the way her hand fists in your hair. Her hips press up as she pushes you down, and you are happy to oblige.
Pretty, throaty moans fall from Mary's lips. You're so enraptured by the way she looks—like an angel falling from heaven—that Elias’ hand smoothing up your thigh startles you.
“Don't mind me, mama.” Elias chuckles. “Focus on Miss Mary.” His voice is so low it's almost a growl in his chest. It's difficult to do what he says, especially when he's lifting your hips up and sliding thick fingers over your slit. You're so wet that it's an easy glide, and before long he's slipping one inside you. The moan you press into Mary's cunt with your tongue is impossible to stop, and she pushes back against your face.
“Oh you're just perfect,” Mary's praise makes you redouble your efforts. You suck light kisses over her clit until she's whining, lick and lap until she's cursing and praising in the same breath. Her back arches off the chaise and you know she's about to come a half second before it happens. You press an eager finger against her entrance, curling as her muscles tense and pulse around it. She tosses her head back and her eyes pinch shut, an open-mouthed smile on her face as she intakes great lungfuls of air before she breaths each one out in a moan.
Elias pats you on the ass, those fingers still teasing not quite where you want them. You try to press back and he removes his hand. A whine of complaint bubbles in your chest, and he gives your ass a harder slap. “Nuh-uh. None of that.”
“She's just excited, Elias.” Mary's voice is floaty and dreamlike, eyes half-lidded and pleased. She reaches for him, running her hand up his arm when he comes near. “Why don't you give her what she wants?”
“Yes ma'am,” Elias replies with a grin. Mary brings you up from your stomach to lay back against her. She's kissing little marks onto your neck, breathing in the smell of you. The gentle slope of her nose drags along where your pulse jumps in your throat. For a moment, it sounds like she growls. You're distracted by her hands as they find the zipper at the front of your top and slide it down to reveal your chest.
Each delicate touch bares you more to Elias where he stands before you both. He's watching with hungry eyes that catch gold in the light, and his pink tongue runs over the metal fangs he wears. Mary encourages you to draw up your legs with featherlight touches to your thighs while you rest your head on her shoulder.
This gives you a perfect view of Elias as he shoves his jeans far enough down his hips that he can push his underwear down with them. You're a little intimidated when he joins you and Mary on the chaise. Elias looks at you like a predator, moves like one too. Mary is quick to murmur encouragement in your ear, as if she sensed your speeding pulse.
You remind yourself they're just people. However ethereal they might be, they're just people.
“You been real good to us, baby. Let us be
good to you.” Elias is murmuring, ducking down to give you a kiss. “We won't bite unless you ask.” His hand is gentle, smoothing down your hip and over your thighs. The touch is teasing, and you settle back against Mary. Her legs are a comforting frame for your body to lean on any fears eased by the praise she whispers with every breath.
When Elias finally lines himself up, he leans over and spits on his cock before smearing the makeshift lubrication over the head. It feels a little dirty, but dirty in the way that makes your head feel light from all the blood rushing to your cunt. That coupled with the feeling of Elias’ dick as he finally presses it inside you nearly makes you dizzy.
You've had two orgasms and are probably the most turned on you've ever been in your life, so he's to the hilt inside you before you can exhale without a scrap of resistance. As you finally remember to release the air trapped in your lungs, Elias is sucking in a breath through clenched teeth. It hisses like a kettle and his eyes close in focus. Mary's reaching her hand to stroke his cheek while she tells you both how good you look.
Her canines drag on your neck and goosebumps prickle down your spine. They feel so sharp as they pause over your pulse and dig a little deeper than normal. You almost say something, but Elias grabs your face to make you look at him and starts to move his hips and you forget the English language for a minute.
He's holding the eye contact so intensely that closing your eyes and letting your head fall back seems like the only option. The way he rolls his hips into you presses you back against Mary, and she wastes no time finding your clit again with deft fingers. The pleasure jolts through you, and Elias growls as you tighten around him.
“Oh he liked that. Let's see if you can do it again.” Mary's fingers set the same pace she had in the club. Gentle but quick, finding exactly how you like your body touched and doing it until your breath comes in little pants. You’re breathing heavy and frantic and she's still kissing at your pulse. Elias is cursing every time you body tenses around him but doesn't stop moving once. His hips keep rolling deeper into you and you think it feels so good that it might kill you.
“You're doing so well,” Mary whispers as she nips at your earlobe. “I just wanna keep you.” You feel her head turn, but your head is still in the crook of her shoulder. She's probably watching Elias, or you, or how he's fucking you stupid “Would you like that? We can do this forever.”
You nod, but Elias answers too with a sound of agreement. Mary smiles against your skin, and her fingers speed up just enough to short-circuit any thoughts that were running around in your head.
“You gonna show Elias the pretty face you make when you come?” Mary asks. “Want him to finish inside you? Want to really be ours?” The delirium her hand is currently spinning in your head stops for a single panicked moment as you realize none of you spoke a word about protection, but in the next breath your muscles freeze and release hits you like a truck.
It's the third orgasm in maybe an hour and a half and leaves you overstimulated. Everything is floating and fuzzy and Elias is leaning forward with a grunt as his hips stop, shuddering close to release before—
Pain slices through the pleasure like a hot knife. Where Mary had been kissing you moments prior is now alive with heat and scorching pain. Your eyes snap open and are greeted by the blood pulsing in time with your feverish heartbeat. Mary's attached to you by the throat, sucking and biting at the mauled skin. Your mouth opens to scream, but Elias presses his palm to your lips.
“Naw baby, none of that. It'll be over quick. Promise.” His voice does nothing to soothe you, but your screams of pain become whimpers as cold starts to creep into your skin. Elias takes your arm, kissing over the vein at the underside of your wrist. This time, you're forced to watch as those gold fangs cut into the skin there and blood pools around his lips. The pain is blinding. Your vision flickers at the edges as you cry out.
“Shh, we're bein’ real nice.” Mary has pulled away from your neck and leaves a sticky print where she kisses your cheek. “Nicer than the man who made us was.”
“You'll wake up and we can do this forever. Just like I said.” Mary's promise makes no sense, a false comfort spoken to the girl stupid enough to go home with two strangers. Another missing poster at the community center. You want to fight, but the world is fading fast. You're fading fast.
“Sleep tight.” Elias says, kissing at the place he rent open on your wrist. “We'll see you real soon.”
It's those words that accompany you as you slip into the dark, a sea of cold you can't seem to escape. An endless eternity.
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Then your eyes open. You don't breathe, but the ache in your chest doesn't come. Your body has been cleaned, swaddled in blankets and left in a bed far bigger than your own. The room is dark, protected by the heavy curtains that cover every window. A TV drones somewhere in the background.
“Good mornin’ sunshine!” A woman's voice.
That startles you and panic drops into your gut when you see Mary and Elias sharing an armchair. He has a book in hand, and she's perched on the armrest fiddling with a remote. Both of them still have blood painting their mouths and chest. Your blood, you realize.
“Welcome to forever, baby.”
