When Abbott had asked me if I wanted to be owned again, he’d told me I could set the boundaries. He’d even provided a list of things other former slaves had asked for, to make sure I was thinking of everything I might want included. My first request, before I’d seen his list, was that my memories are my own, and no one could mess with them. It turned out, I didn’t want to be owned, but those rules still worked as a starting point for blood servant.
I was clear about not wanting a safeword during scenes. I didn’t want to restrict their access to my body in any way. In retrospect, I should’ve barred them from putting my dick into chastity, since that ended up causing problems, but perhaps it was for the best. Speaking up once it became an issue had been empowering. I was theirs to use and feed from, but I was also a freeperson with rights in between feedings and playtime. I had my own money. I owned guns. And ammo. I owned my cock outside of our sessions.
But in that moment, bent over a bar with my wrists and ankles bound to each other with titanium I’d never be able to escape from, with my ass, balls, and dick on fire, and my balls dragged down and stretched away from my body, the nerve ending screaming because my balls were being squeezed into the end of the sack — life was exactly as it should be. I needed the time with another shapeshifter I could call mine, but I needed this, too.
I needed the vampires in my life to use my body however they wanted. I needed them to flavor my blood with pain, pleasure, or a combination of the two, so I’d be their perfect meal, day after day.
I screamed in silence, my mouth in the right shape but no air going through my voice box while Gwen stuck needles into my cock and balls. I fought the restraints with all I had.
But I never asked her to stop. I didn’t have a safeword. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if I’d asked, but I wouldn’t. It wasn’t my place. I gave myself to her for this. She made the decisions.
And when she made herself comfortable, so her pussy was at my face, I ate her out and concentrated on giving her as much pleasure as possible. In my head, I needed to balance my pain with her pleasure.
And somehow, through it all, my dick got hard again, even with the weights on my balls.
* * * *
Kieran
I moved us all to Ajax’s bedroom before we finished for the evening. Our daywalkers were at the end of their endurance, and it was time to wrap things up so Gwen and I could feed and then get to work.
I’d fucked Ajax’s ass while Gwen whipped the fuck out of Arabella’s wrecked pussy and asshole. Everything would be fine once she’dchangedand come back to human, thank goodness, because after our wolf destroyed her, I’d done even more. Tomorrow night would be all about showing her how gentle we could be, because this night had been all hell, all the time.
But her orgasm, when we finally allowed it, was going to fuel all of us in ways I’m not sure she understood.
I put Gwen on bottom and ordered Ajax into her, in basic missionary. It was about this time my wife regretted using the most intense of the pepper oils. I donned a condom before I sank into my big strapping werewolf. I didn’t want to burn my dick off.
And finally, I ordered Arabella to sit on Gwen’s face. Okay, that wasn’t my last order. I had Ajax connect the swan’s right wrist and ankle cuff, and then the same on the left side. This put her head down and her clit in Gwen’s mouth.
“Suck it hard,” I told my wife. “Keep her squirming. She knows better than to orgasm without permission, and I’m the only one who can give permission for the rest of the night.”
The official chain of command has Arabella belonging to Ajax, and Ajax belonging to me and Gwen. This means, of course, that when Ajax is under our command, so is Arabella. When Ajax isn’t involved in sex or feeding, he makes the decisions about our swan. It works. I had my doubts, but it’s perfect for our foursome.
I ordered Ajax to grab his elbows, and he understood I meant behind his back without my having to say that part. I grabbed his forearms and started moving in his ass. It was raw and sore from my wife’s not-so-tender ministrations, so it didn’t take much to have him groaning in both bliss and pain. When I moved in him, he moved in Gwen.
And all the while, Gwen sucked on Arabella’s clit, which was horribly bruised from the industrial clamp.
Five minutes of this, and our two daywalkers were in tortured bliss. Pain so intense they couldn’t breathe in any kind of normal rhythm, and yet, both were struggling to hold back an orgasm.
I let go of Ajax’s forearms and held onto his shoulders instead.
“Three fingers in your swan’s ass and pussy. Both hands. Do it.Now.”
Arabella screamed at the invasion, and I ordered everyone to come with my outside voice, while I telepathed my wife to feed from the swan’s femoral artery.
An artery runs along the outside of the rib cage. Not many humans know about it, but all vampires do. Ajax is so much bigger than me, I’d have needed to come out of his ass to reach his neck, but I could feed from the side of his rib cage with my cock buried in him while I came.
We don’t always activate thepower of fourduring a group orgasm, but on this day, we did, and it was glorious. Angels should’ve been singing while heavenly church bells rang. Power surged from Ajax to me, into my mouth. From me to Ajax, out of my cock. From Ajax to Gwen, out of his cock. From Ajax to Arabella, from his fingers. From Arabella to Gwen, through her femoral artery. And from Gwen back to Ajax, also through his cock. It doesn’t sound balanced when I try to explain it, and in reality, it wasn’t. The warm-blooded always give us a part of their life force when we feed from them. We rarely give much back, though. Tonight, it was a cycle, with energy transferring across all of us, in every direction.
When it was over, we settled them in the bed with Arabella spooned into Ajax. We cleaned them up, and then held them until they were both in a deep sleep.
And when they were finally out, my wife told me, “I’ll go to war with the Dragon King and Swan Queen to keep her.”
I hoped it didn’t come to it, because I believed her. I might be in control during sex because the vampire powers require it, but in this, it didn’t matter who was stronger. She’d made up her mind.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ajax
