Unholy

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iris e l e a n o r french

A warm hand caresses the bare skin of my hip, sending a shiver down my spine as the hand grips a handful of one of my asscheeks.

A small moan leaves my lips, before another hand wraps around my throat, applying light pressure. A smile forms on my lips at the feeling, the possession in the placement on my neck. I can feel my eyelids refusing to open, my brain still waking up from being in a deep sleep.

Hands roam over my body, what seems like so many of them. Two of them tweak my nipples roughly, causing my back to arch and my ass to press against two more hands squeezing and touching my backside. The touches are like fire running through me, causing my pussy to drip like nobody's business. I can feel my panties sticking to me, absolutely ruined by how wet I am.

The hands continue to tease, stroke, and touch me, making me whine desperately for a rougher touch to put out the fire raging through my veins. I'm practically begging for it, despite not opening my eyes or really even being fully awake. I just know I need more.

A warm mouth descends on my left nipple, teeth scraping and biting the sensitive flesh, making me let out a tired moan, but further lighting my body on fire. The hands behind me rip my panties clean off my body, before a thick, long cock enters me, making me gasp-

I sit straight up in bed, clutching the blanket to my chest as my eyes search the room. I'm panting, a light sheen of sweat coating my skin. The room is dark, and I don't see any immediate danger. My heart beats frantically, and I will it to slow before two annoying, ridiculously hot Vampires come in to check on me, no doubt the sticky feeling between my legs being the first thing they notice.

My heartbeat slows as I come back to my body. That was a dream? It felt so real, like the hands were actually on my body, touching me to near insanity.

Getting out of the massive, comfortable bed, I head into the bathroom to take a cold shower. I don't really want to think about who the two pairs of hands belonged to, knowing it would only piss me off further. I'm currently sat underneath the coldest spray of water, unsatisfied and refusing to finish the job in case Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum get any ideas.

I'm no virgin, but I've never slept with a Vampire. I've never had the desire to, as I'm sure I'd end up the post-coital snack. No thank you, I like my blood to stay where it is, running through my veins and not down the throat of a one night stand.

A few minutes later, the water doing nothing to cool my heated skin, I let out a frustrated sigh and get out of the shower. I don't know what time it is, but since apparently I'm not a prisoner here, I want something to eat.

Getting dressed and throwing my strawberry blonde hair into a messy bun on top of my head, I throw the door to my room open. The hallways are dark, and there's no pretty Vampire maid to guide me to the pretentious dining room.

I shrug. Food comes before potential death.

I can't really take in more of the glamorous hallway, due to the lights being out. I can feel the plush carpeting beneath my feet, carrying me at least in the direction I went yesterday.

The massive house is so quiet. There are no sounds anywhere, except for the shuffling of my own footsteps on the carpet. I didn't even know Vampires slept, let alone a staff of them in the house of the Vampire President's only son.

After walking for a little bit, I run straight into the massive oak doors. I groan quietly, my forehead now throbbing as I push them open. I found the dining hall, now to just find food.

There's a faint light coming from the kitchen area, through more doors. I follow it, finally being able to see slightly better than I could in the hallway. I open the doors to the kitchen, a gasp falling out of my mouth as I realize I'm not alone.

Wilder and Elias stand before me, only Wilder isn't standing. He's kneeling, pumping Elias' cock into his mouth as Elias groans heavily. My eyes are wide, and I rub them roughly to make sure my horny brain isn't making shit up now.

Opening them again, the same sight greets me. Elias' eyes are closed, and Wilder is all too happy to be on his knees. What the fuck is going on? So, they're gay? And with each other?

I raise my eyebrows. Honestly, I shouldn't be surprised. They're attached at the hip, both absolutely gorgeous. I feel like I should have sensed this at some point, but y'know, when you're worried your imminent death is just around the corner, your gaydar doesn't really go off.

Good for them. Maybe now they'll leave me alone.

I can't deny that watching them doesn't do anything for me, in fact, another pair of my panties are now destroyed, but I do not carry the equipment they're obviously into.

Remembering my quest for sustenance, I walk past the two men and open the fridge. I can hear them separating and adjusting behind me as I pull out a jar of pickles. I fucking love pickles.

Opening it and turning to face Elias and Wilder, I snatch a pickle out of the jar and pop it into my mouth, leaning on the granite island. I raise an eyebrow at the two men, continuing to munch on the delicious delicacy in front of me.

They stand there, staring back at me. I finish chewing the first pickle, reaching in for another one when I decide to put them out of their misery.

"Gay, huh?" I call, taking a bite out of another pickle spear.

"No," Elias answers, leaning forward on the island.

I raise an eyebrow again, an incredulous look on my face. "So I didn't just see Wilder, on his knees, with your dick in his mouth?"

"You did, Strawberry," Wilder grins. "But that doesn't mean we're gay."

I stop in my tracks, pickle spear lifted halfway to my mouth.

"Bisexual, little one, considering the reason Wilder was on his knees was because of the noises you make while you're dreaming," Elias counters. My cheeks instantly flush, and I put the half eaten pickle spear down. "I wouldn't mind having him on his knees again, considering you also liked it. We can smell your arousal."

I clear my throat. "I don't know what you're talking about. That's for the pickles."

Elias leans forward, breathing me in. "Sure, little one, and my cock being hard again has nothing to do with watching you react to Wilder and I."

Fuck.

U N H O L Y

honestly thank you to J for doing what you did to give me the inspiration to finally add spice to Unholy.

i literally texted this man the day after saying "idk what possessed you last night but holy shit" BC MANNNNNN.... i don't even like men like that but it was. so good.

should i be talking about my sex life? probably not. am i? hell yeah brother

anyways, i know it's kinda boring, but stfu i added spice and it will only get SPICIER from here bc hate fucking is so hot. anyways. ENJOYYYYYY

mwah mwah mwah

yours,
princess