Harsh Scrutiny

by SpikesKat

I stare down at the girl, knelt between her outstretched thighs, and smirk at the picture she makes. Arms lashed to the headboard, her body decorated with our bite marks – mine and my sire’s – and I can’t help but think that she was more than worth the money I spent on her.

And not because she was such a good fuck. Though, I have to admit, she surely didn’t disappoint. Followed Angelus’ orders like the good little pet she was. So good, in fact, that after two weeks, she was still alive, and relatively unharmed.

Mighty magnanimous of my sire, if I do say so myself. But then, that was Angelus for you; never knew which way the chips were gonna fall with him.

My hands run up either side of the girl’s legs and grip her waist. Drag her up onto my lap. Her legs fall open, exposing herself fully to my gaze – she knows what I like and is nothing if not accommodating.

“Ready, pet?” I ask, not that I particularly care. Then again she’s been well used already this night, so she just hums in pleasure as I slide home.

It’s me that moans then as her slick muscles grip my dick like a vise and I take a moment to savor the feel of her, the heat of her. A part of me hopes that Angelus will keep her around for a bit yet. Nothing like having a warm hole to sink your cock into sometimes.

I pull out and push back in. Slowly, and I can feel every ripple along my cock as her body tightens momentarily and eventually yields to me. I grit my teeth at the torturous pace, ignore her plaintive whine as she stares up at me beseechingly.

She wants me to move faster. Can’t say that I blame her. I’d like nothing more than to fuck her into the mattress, but it’s not my call.

Even without looking over my shoulder, I know Angelus is there.

Watching me.

Watching us together.

I wish he’d just hurry up and join us already, though, instead of leaning against the door frame while he sips his single malt. I can’t bloody well come until he’s part of the mix, not without suffering the consequences.

But, my sire likes to watch. He’s told me often enough that he loves the expression I make when I’m fucking – not that he can see me with my back to him just now. Maybe he’s getting off on watching my arse flex. Who the bloody hell knows?

“Angelus.” I can’t help the whine in my own voice. I’m tired of waiting. To hell with me breaking form by acknowledging his presence.

He tsks softly and I know I’m in trouble, punishment to be met out at a later date. Part of me actually looks forward to it; it’s been far too long since I’ve felt the pleasure that can be found in the pain of my sire’s heavy hand.

“William,” Angelus chides as he joins me on the bed. His hand runs down my back and I can’t control my shiver – of dread or anticipation, I don’t know. “Impatient, as ever.”

I turn towards him, almost as if in a trance – his voice is seductive, hypnotic. Something in my expression wipes the indulgent smile off his face. His nostrils flare and a second later I’m staring at the true face of my sire.

Controlling my own demon is impossible at this point and I feel my face shift to match his own.

The girl’s sudden gasp draws our attention away from each other, and we both turn in unison and grin. She swallows convulsively but I know she’s not scared. Not our pet. She’s addicted to the pleasure that can be found in our bite.

“Please,” she begs and I arch a brow at my sire.

He nods and I stretch out on top of the girl and quicken my pace until she’s writhing against her bonds. My gaze settles on her throat as her head thrashes from side to side; the pounding pulse in her neck makes my fangs itch and my mouth water.

I’m close and I know the taste of her blood will send me over the edge, and drag the girl screaming right along with me. My head lowers with every intention of biting her, but there’s a hand in my hair and then a strong grip keeping me from my prize.

I snarl, it’s instinctive, and get a warning growl from Angelus.

I freeze and turn questioning eyes to my sire. His eyes have gone flinty, and he looks almost… jealous. Oh, yeah, the girl was definitely worth it. I’d grin in triumph at his telling behavior, but I’ve grown fond of my jaw and my ability to talk. Instead I lower my gaze and wait.

He doesn’t say anything, just moves behind me and all I can think is finally. His hands grip my ass cheeks and expose my hole. Like the girl, I’ve been well stretched, and I’m more than ready when he shoves his cock inside me. He strikes up a rhythm that we’re able to quickly catch onto; we’ve had a lot of practice these last two weeks.

I’m the first to come, on sensory overload from fucking the girl and being fucked by my sire, finally sent over the edge by Angelus’ fangs sinking into my shoulder almost viciously. The girl is next, followed quickly by my sire, and we collapse onto the bed, utterly spent.

It’s Angelus that gets us situated on the bed with him between me and the girl – as if I care. Our pet’s a nice bit of fluff, but it’s Angelus I want.

I curl into his side and drape an arm over his chest. My eyes close and I’m halfway to sleep when I feel his fingers card through my hair and hear what I think is his soft rumble of contentment.

The End

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