Bestow of Three Henchmen - x Male Reader

Chapter 8: Second Night (3)

It was agonizing for Andersons to find out that their prince was the one granting Elijah's permission to bring them away from the forest by force.

Yet, still, they understood. Even came to terms with it. It helped as well that they were locked in a dungeon, aware any ill-thought could only aggravate their already dreary enough circumstance.

So be it. In the dark murky dungeon, whilst awaited for days under the unknowingness, they brought out inside their head all the pleasant memories of you.

When eventually came the time where the nimiety venom of Amanda sullied their entire form, it was the remembrance of you laded in their mind. They grasped onto it tightly as—one at a time—they dove into the void; as humanity slipped off their body. Thereafter, such as any other newly venom-born vampire—or any vampire at all, they lost a tremendous amount of compassion they'd ever possess for other living beings (that wasn't of a vampire).

Except, you had been the only thing embedded in their head.

It was immeasurable, the yearning to have you squirming and moaning under their touches, burned them from the inside like it never had been before. It transcended their primal instinct as vampires, the desire for blood as well as to wreak havoc upon the known world; it was all there still, but, toned down under the lust for you.

To have you is a certitude, they pondered at the time. But to take possession of you in the long run, there were matters that need to be carefully considered. They fathomed somehow, they have to suppress any of their other abominable impulses—to some extent in the least—so as to build an environment where you and the three of them could coexist within respective unique conditions.

Then they were given another disclosure. After they 'impelled' Elijah, who had just visited the dungeon expecting the triplets would greet him in submissiveness just like that. After the queen of vampires was liberated from Elijah's influence. They were told, should a vampire be in a state of enamored by a non-vampire creature, no other blood would be able to sate their appetite until they taste the loved one's blood.

And so, after months of self-adaptation and perfecting their new abilities under Amanda's guidance, headed they were toward Muiriht's capital, with your whole image and the thought of your taste (inside-out) brimmed their head, and, of course, with the intention to give you some 'lessons', in which they would make sure it will be in the utmost 'passionate' method. Of course, small casualties were something ineluctable along their way; which, actually, no more worst than during their months of training behind; as sheer temporary energy sources for them to be used.

But the real meal, the solely absolute meal, would be you.

You, that currently bestriding and bounced over Sylvester's pelvis.

Some little while ago, after you were granted the first turn, you were then denied throughout their four consecutive orgasms (gratefully, each ensued within the not-too-long span) without them even once altering their position. Presumably, the vitality potion given to you helped well enough to keep you from passing out too soon.

You, sniveling, with your voice smothered by Nicholas' girth venturing fully in and out. Trembling, would definitely collapse without Connor supporting you by his arms from behind. From your nose, down around the mucousy opening of your mouth, were traces of your snot.

Teary, sweaty, red as a beet, and slimy skin from their amassed seeds.

Such an absolute mess. With the obscene sounds from their unbroken endeavor complementing the whole scenery of you in their eyes... The unblemished picture of you, filled, soaked, and coated with their plenteous semen, just how they wanted you to be.