[Warnings: Period sex, sort of dirty talk, graphic descriptions and sexual language.]
“And Paul. You can touch but you can’t taste. Not a drop.” David finished.
Paul’s wandering hands halted ever so slightly from their place under your skirt. At that he visibly groaned against the back of your neck. That was the best part according to him and well them. Being vampires, any and all blood tasted good, but yours? Now? It was like ecstasy to them. Paul must’ve really pissed off David tonight, to get involved.
On his lap, you sat pretty, legs spread by Paul’s longer limbs as the boys watched you.
Paul knew better that to argue, despite how dangerously close his hickeys were to turning into bites. Your breath hitched when his long fingers finally dipped into your underwear. Another mouth kissed up your exposed leg and you opened your eyes which you had forgotten you had shut. Marko grinned back, fingerless gloved hands caressed your skin as he added to the messy amount of hickeys displayed all over you. Something about that time of the month had them crazy.
“Fuck.” You whispered when he tugged on the string of your tampon. “No pad tonight?” Paul nipped at your ear, giving a small tug again just to feel your hips squirm on his lap.
“Keep squirming like that and I’m gonna fill you with something else sugar.”
A hand gently tugged at your crown of hair, Dwayne rounded the arm chair and swooped down to kiss you. He successfully muffled the little squeaks and moans the trio were causing you.
Fingers left the string alone to play with your delicate and more sensitive bundle of nerves, oh so gently- the tease.
Marko’s kisses had reached your inner thigh, the soft suckling of skin seemingly closer to your ear. Dwayne’s tongue had ravaged you that by the time he pulled away, you needed it. “Needy, huh?” David commented as he watched you pull Dwayne back down by his hair.
“Fuck wanna taste you.” You felt another tug but as the usual two were occupied on your waist, holding you steady and working you up at an increasingly torturous place, you knew it had to be Marko. “Can I?” He asked.
The fingers brought you closer and closer, swallowed by Dwayne’s skilled tongue. Heat ran down your spine and you were brought to heaven with a scream, and an eager tongue now sucking the mess you made up, at least what Marko could get from the dripping mess of blood and cum.
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