Bram Stoker's HANNIBAL

Chapter 59: Unlock the Gate

Letter, Dr. Chilton to Margot Verger

6 October.

My dear Margot,—

My news to-day is not so good. Alana this morning had gone back a bit. There is, however, one good thing which has arisen from it; Mrs. Bloom was naturally anxious concerning Alana, and has consulted me professionally about her. I took advantage of the opportunity, and told her that my old friend, Van Crawford, the great specialist, was coming to stay with me, and that I would put her in his charge conjointly with myself; so now we can come and go without alarming her unduly, for a shock to her would mean sudden death, and this, in Alana's weak condition, might be disastrous to her. We are hedged in with difficulties, all of us, my poor old fellow; but, please God, we shall come through them all right. If any need I shall write, so that, if you do not hear from me, take it for granted that I am simply waiting for news. In haste,

Yours ever,

Frederick Chilton

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"You talk about me with Lenore?" Will demanded, though his indignance was tempered by the way Hannibal was holding his ass and thighs, caressing and squeezing in tandem as Will sat on his hips.

"Lenore is a fine hostess, and has many years of experience in the field," Hannibal said innocently, though his eyes gleamed with certain mischief. "Comparing notes is one way to ensure I continue to bring you years of bliss."

"Oh, that's brilliant. Now whenever I see her, I'm gonna think about you plotting this with her." Will didn't even want to be upset, and he wasn't. It was a little disconcerting, thinking of Hannibal discussing their sex life with someone else, but it's not like the madam didn't know what they did in this room.

"Is that a yes?" Hannibal glided his hand up the plane of Will's bare chest, pausing to stroke his neck before tracing a tender fingertip over his lips.

Will shook his head, but he was smiling. "You're a deviant."

"You wouldn't have it any other way." Hannibal rolled him over and gave him a heart-stopping kiss, pinning him to the bed with his body.

"I wouldn't," Will confessed after his lips were free to say it.

Hannibal shifted his body, his impossible strength making hovering over Will seem unjustly easy. He bent and slipped Will's cock in his mouth, lowering his own down toward Will's waiting lips. Will reached up and spread his palms over Hannibal's backside as he tried to relax his throat. Hannibal's mouth and tongue were skilled, as always, and Will had to stop himself from squirming at the stimulation and the simultaneous half-suffocation of the cock in his own mouth.

Hannibal paused to say, "Maybe you'd like to be on top?"

"Nuh-uhn."

Hannibal kissed his thigh. "Don't talk with your mouth full."

It was so good, this different angle, being pleasured while pleasuring, Will had to admit that Lenore did give good advice. But keeping the pace even wasn't easy and he found himself lax in his own duties as Hannibal worked on him. He spent very suddenly, moaning around the cock in his mouth, digging his fingers into Hannibal's thighs and cheeks. Hannibal answered by daring to thrust into his throat. Will gagged, despite his best efforts, but that seemed to be the perfect thing to do. When Hannibal climaxed, he snuck his lips against the inside of Will's thigh, almost to his balls, and bit down. Usually his bites were exquisitely painful, but this felt like just a little sting, a love-nip.

Hannibal carefully pulled out of his mouth and Will sat up. He swallowed, but did have to cough a bit. His fiance, glowing with that same devilish smile, handed him a drink and watched him regain control of his breathing. "What?" Will barked as he dragged a hand over his lips, clearing them of spit and cum.