Kael's cock felt different from the others. It was ridged and textured in a way that made every nerve ending sing as he pushed inside. My hole was so loose now, so thoroughly used, that he slid in with almost no resistance. The mix of cum inside me made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust.
"Such a good little whore," Kael hissed, his pace quick and shallow. "Taking everyone so eagerly."
I was beyond shame, beyond any pretense of dignity. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. My cock was rock hard again, dripping pre-cum onto the tile. I'd never been this insatiable before, never wanted to be used like this.
Raoul moved closer, his cool hand wrapping around my neglected cock. "Cum for me," he commanded, stroking me in time with Kael's thrusts. "Let me see you fall apart one more time."
The combination of Kael's ridged cock hitting my prostate and Raoul's expert hand was too much. I came with a strangled cry, my whole body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me. My hole clenched rhythmically around Kael, and he followed me over the edge with a hiss, adding his load to the mess inside me.
When he pulled out, I felt cum running down my thighs, dripping into the bath water. I was completely debauched, thoroughly fucked, and somehow still wanting more.
"Perfect," Raoul breathed. He helped me stand, supporting my weight as my legs threatened to give out. "Come. I have a private room reserved for us."
He wrapped a towel around my waist, though it seemed pointless given how thoroughly wrecked I was. The gathered crowd parted as he led me through the bath area, down a corridor I hadn't noticed before. My head was spinning, overwhelmed by sensation and the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.
Raoul opened a door to reveal a dimly lit room with a large bed draped in dark silk sheets. Candles flickered on surfaces, casting dancing shadows on the walls. It was decadent, sensual, and somehow both inviting and ominous.
"Lie down," he instructed, closing the door behind us.
I did as he said, my body sinking into the soft mattress. Every muscle felt liquid, relaxed in a way I'd forgotten was possible. Raoul stood at the foot of the bed, his towel still wrapped around his waist, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?" he asked, his voice low and reverent. "Covered in sweat, leaking cum, completely surrendered. This is the real you, William. Not the polished professional with the practiced smile. This."
He let his towel drop, revealing his pale, lean body in its entirety. His cock stood proud, not as large as Damien's or the werewolf's, but perfect in its proportions. He crawled onto the bed with predatory grace, settling between my spread legs
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, his cool fingers tracing patterns on my inner thighs. "And while I do, I'm going to bite you. Feed from you. Would you like that?"
My pulse jumped at the thought. A vampire's bite. Something I'd never experienced, never even considered before tonight.
"Will it hurt?" I asked.
"Only for a moment. Then it will feel..." he paused, searching for the right word, "transcendent. I promise you, William. You've never felt anything like it."
I believed him. After everything tonight had already brought, I believed him completely.
“Will… Will it make me a vampire?”
Raoul shook his head. “No. There is more to it than the movies would have you believe.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn’t trust myself to make any big decisions at the moment, not when I was so horny and full of cum that I couldn’t think.
"Then do it," I whispered. "I want all of you."
Raoul's smile was radiant and terrible all at once. He positioned himself at my entrance, sliding in with one smooth thrust. My abused hole accepted him easily, still loose and slick from the others. But despite not being the largest cock I'd taken tonight, having Raoul inside me felt different. More intimate. More significant.
He set a slow, rolling pace, his cool body a stark contrast to my overheated skin. His hands roamed over me possessively, mapping every inch as he fucked me with deliberate precision.
"Mine," he murmured, leaning down to kiss me deeply. I tasted something dark and exotic on his tongue, something not quite human. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," I breathed against his lips, meaning it in a way that should have terrified me but didn't at this moment.
"Good." He kissed down my jaw to my throat, and I felt his fangs graze the sensitive skin there. "Relax. Let me in completely."
The bite, when it came, was sharp and sudden. I gasped, my back arching off the bed. But Raoul was right. The pain lasted only a heartbeat before transforming into something else entirely. Pleasure flooded through me, more intense thananything I'd experienced all night. It was like every nerve ending in my body had been lit up simultaneously, connected directly to where his mouth worked at my throat.
He drank from me in long, steady pulls, and I felt each one resonate through my entire being. His cock continued its measured thrusts, fucking me while he fed, and the dual sensation was overwhelming. I was dimly aware that I was making sounds I'd never made before, desperate and pleading and utterly wanton.
My hands clutched at his back, feeling the play of muscles under cool skin. I was flying, untethered, lost in a haze of pleasure that seemed to have no peak, just an endless plateau of ecstasy.
