"Tight," Damien observed appreciatively, working his finger deeper. "When's the last time you took a cock, boy?"
"Months," I admitted, my voice strained. "Maybe six?"
"Jesus," Damien breathed. "Well, we're going to fix that tonight."
He added a second finger, working them in and out to stretch me open. The burn was intense but not unpleasant, especiallywhen he crooked his fingers and found my prostate. I cried out, my cock jumping against the tile.
"There it is," Damien chuckled. He worked me open with patient thoroughness, adding a third finger until I was writhing against the edge of the pool, practically begging for more.
Raoul watched every moment, one hand stroking his own cock beneath the water. "I think he's ready," the vampire said. "Look at him. He's desperate for it."
I was. God, I was. All the stress and tension I'd been carrying for months seemed to have concentrated in my body, demanding release. "Please," I heard myself say. "Damien, please."
"Since you asked so nicely," Damien rumbled. He withdrew his fingers and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. "Gonna take this slow. Let me know if it's too much."
He pushed forward and I gasped at the stretch. Even with the prep, it was intense. Damien's cock was substantially thicker than his fingers, and I felt every inch as he worked himself inside me. My hands scrabbled against the tile, trying to find purchase as he filled me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"You’re doing so well," Raoul murmured, his cool hand stroking my hair. "Taking him so beautifully. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock like this."
The thought of Raoul fucking me, of those fangs in my neck while he claimed me, sent a jolt of arousal through me so intense I nearly came on the spot. Damien must have felt me clench around him because he groaned.
"Easy, boy. You keep squeezing me like that and this is going to be over real quick."
He bottomed out inside me, his hips flush against my ass, and held still for a moment to let me adjust. I felt impossibly full,stretched around his thick cock, completely at his mercy. And I loved it.
"Fuck me," I begged. "Please, Damien, I need?—"
He didn't make me finish the sentence. Damien pulled back and thrust forward, setting a steady rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust hit my prostate dead-on, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. I was vaguely aware that I was making obscene noises, moaning and gasping with each stroke, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Raoul's hand tightened in my hair, turning my head so I was looking directly at him. "This is what you needed," he said, his voice hypnotic. "To let go. To surrender control. You've been holding yourself so rigidly, trying to be perfect, but look at you now. Falling apart on another man's cock, and you've never been more beautiful."
His words shouldn't have affected me so much, but they did. Something about the way he saw me, really saw me, past the professional facade and the carefully constructed image. He saw the desperate, needy thing underneath, and he wanted it.
Damien's pace increased, his powerful hips slamming into me harder now. The water splashed around us, and I was dimly aware of other patrons watching our display, more than a few of them moving closer. The thought should have embarrassed me, but instead it heightened my arousal. They were all watching me get fucked, watching me be used by a stranger.
"Getting close," Damien warned, his voice strained. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside," I gasped without thinking. "Cum inside me."
Raoul's eyes flashed with approval. "Yes," he hissed. "Fill him up. Make him messy for me."
Damien thrust hard a few more times, then buried himself deep with a roar. I felt his cock pulse inside me as he came, flooding me with heat. The sensation triggered my own orgasm,my untouched cock spurting against the tile as my body shook with delight.
For a long moment, none of us moved. I was draped over the edge of the pool, blissed out and spent, with Damien still buried inside me. Raoul continued to stroke my hair, murmuring words I couldn't quite make out.
Finally, Damien withdrew carefully, and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant.
"Good boy," Damien said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "You took that like a champ." He gave my ass an affectionate pat. "I'm going to go clean up, but I'll be around if you want another round later."
I managed a weak nod, still trying to catch my breath. Damien waded away, leaving me alone with Raoul.
The vampire moved closer, his hands sliding down my back possessively. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Like I just got fucked by an orc," I said, managing a breathless laugh.
"And do you regret it?"
