“What’s the hurry?” Lucian asks. “Your wife is clearly enjoying the entertainment.”
“She wants to leave,” Zogar says.
“Are you refusing my hospitality?” Lucian wags his finger. “After I went to such great lengths to arrange lodgings to ensure your queen’s comfort andsafety?” His gaze returns to mine and its impact lands deep inside me.
Zogar growls, low in his chest, but I don’t hear the sound as much as I feel it rumbling through me. It heightens my arousal.
“Would you like to see more of my club?” Lucian asks me. “Would you like to better understand the many things a vampyrecan offer a human?” Lucian exposes sharp fangs and pricks his index finger.
Bright red blood blooms on his finger’s tip.
Stepping forward, Lucian presses his blood-tipped finger against the exposed button of one of the blindfolded women.
She cries out, writhing in her constraints and heaving for breath. Lucian parts her folds, and I gaze in shock and amazement as her cunny’s entrance pulses. I’ve never seen a woman reach her sexual climax, but I fully understand what she’s feeling, if not how it happened.
One touch of his finger—thebloodon his finger—and this woman reached a sexual climax—an intense one if her moans and movements are any indication.
My insides are now pulsing so hard that dampness seeps onto my upper thighs. Zogar gave me no undergarments to wear under this slip of a dress.
Lucian beckons toward another male vampyre and says something I don’t hear.
He turns back toward me. “These mounts aren’t merelydecorative.” He runs his fingers through the sex of the woman he just brought to orgasm, and she shudders, fighting to move her fully restrained hips. “My friend has agreed to offer a demonstration of the versatility of our pussy mounts.”
The male vampyre releases his very rigid cock, then slides it against the damp sex of a different woman—one who’s not blindfolded. Her eyes reveal her arousal, although also a hint of defiance. Or perhaps I’m projecting how I might feel in her place.
A lever protrudes from the wall next to her plaque, and the male vampyre uses it to maneuver the mount. Its height and angle both change. When the vampyre’s satisfied, he takes hold of handles, and then drives his long, thick cock into the mounted woman. Her eyes glaze over, and her mouth opens in a silent moan—or perhaps a scream.
As he tugs and thrusts, the plaque glides up and down, and the movement increases the force and depth of each drive. I can’t help but stare as he pounds into her cunny over and over and over. It’s brutal and erotic at the same time, and I feel ashamed of how steeply my arousal continues to climb. My face, my entire body is heating, and my insides are pulsing almost as if I’m the one being drilled.
As I watch, stupefied, other vampyres approach the trapped women. A vampyre immediately drives his cock inside one, and another pushes his fingers into a woman’s cunt, while he bites her breast. Blood trickles down from the wound and he laps it up as she moans.
The third vampyre who approaches the plaques is female, but her acts are as unyielding as those of her male counterparts. She works two thick shafts, formed from glass, into the woman’s asshole and cunny. Once both of the woman’s holes are filled, the vampyre fastens the objects’ bases together, forming a handle, and then plunges both rods at once. While pushing the shafts, she toys with the woman’s breasts.
This last woman is gagged, but it’s not hard to tell from her eyes that she’s screaming. Screaming in pleasure. Her skin dampens with sweat as she’s fully consumed. The vampyre stops her forceful pumping. Moving the rods far more gently, she removes the woman’s gag and passionately kisses her.
“Good girl,” the vampyre says between kisses. “That’s a good pet. If you behave, I might let you come tonight.”
“Rosomon.” Zogar’s voice pulls me from my stupor.
His arm is no longer around me. I was so enthralled I didn’t notice its departure.
“I have the key,” he says. “Let’s go.”
My legs wobble, and I struggle to remember how to walk.
Hands grab me from behind. Trapping my arms, a tall male bends me forward and rubs his erection against my bottom. His stiffness pushes against my thighs, trying to get between them as I squeeze them tightly together.
Zogar roars. The arm strapped around me releases, and I fall forward onto my hands and knees, as the air fills with the round of fists crushing flesh and bones.
“Stop!” Lucian shouts. “No violence is tolerated in my club!”
I scramble back to my feet, not an easy task on these tall, unfamiliar shoes, not to mention with a body that’s quivering—inside and out.
Zogar’s fists are flexing at his sides. One is dripping with blood. The vampyre who grabbed me is backing away, but I get the impression that he’s not yielding because of Zogar’s fists, but because of the threat clear in King Lucian’s eyes.
Lucian turns toward Zogar. “Your queen is gushing with need.” He leers at me. “Unless you want a series of vampyre cocks inside her, you’d best plant yours—and quickly.”
Zogar pulls me against him, wrapping both arms around me this time, not unlike the way that vampyre just grabbed me. “I can keep her safe.”
