He watched her as she trudged down the street, pulling her coat tighter around her body, shivering in the cold as her breath fogged ahead of her. He watched her weave in and out of the other pedestrians, her shoulders hunched against the chill, her footsteps hurried in an effort to get to the warmth of her apartment just a little faster. He watched, and he followed. Keeping a reasonable distance between them.
He knew where she was going. He had been watching her for a few nights. The first night, he had seen her at a club, and had been inexplicably drawn to her. He had watched from the shadows as men flocked to her, each taking a shot at her and stepping away downcast. She smiled, she nodded, and she listened to each one speak, but in the end, she was not impressed. She was waiting for someone...different. She had no way of knowing that he had found her.
It was the way she danced that sealed her fate. The sway of those curvacious hips, the way her arms reached overhead, twisting and turning, the way she closed her eyes and lost herself entirely in the swells of the songs. He burned to touch her, to have her dance for him. He wanted to possess her, to own her.
He would take her tonight.
Charlie pushed through the door into her apartment building, and took the stairs, hoping the exercise would warm her up a little faster. Three flights later, she pushed into the hallway and made her way to apartment 304. She slotted her key and gave the doorknob the extra jiggle that it usually needed to unstick, finally gaining entry to her warm apartment.
With an exhausted sigh, she began peeling off the layers of heavy fabric. The coat went on the hook, her boots she kicked off against the wall. She pulled her sweater up and over her head, not bothering to keep the camisole she had worn under it from sliding up with it. She pushed her tights down her legs and kicked them off as well, finally feeling freed as she stood in the middle of the living room in just a bra and panties.
It had been a rough day. She was currently an intern for a graphics designer, and she was becoming more and more convinced that she was being taken advantage of. Her skills far surpassed the other interns, and as a result, everything was constantly being dumped on her. She wasn't sure it was worth it to work so hard and not get paid.
Charlie stepped over to the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge, popping the cap on the bottle and meandering over to the couch to finally get a chance to relax. She took a swig from the bottle and sat it on the coffee table, stretching out on her back on the couch, her arms overhead. She took a deep breath and began her standard relaxation techniques, focusing on each individual muscle in her body. She didn't hear the door of the balcony open, or the feet that stepped across the floor towards the couch.
"Magnificent."
Charlie's eyes flew open, and she bolted upright on the couch, her mouth dropping open to scream when she saw the man standing in her living room. Her eyes couldn't even register the speed at which he moved to sit beside her, his hand covering her mouth as he smirked and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
"No, my dear. Don't scream. You don't want to do that," he crooned, and she suddenly realized that she didn't want to scream. He slowly lowered his hand from her mouth and his smile stretched wider, his eyes raking over her from head to foot.
"Who are you?" Charlie asked, her voice breathless with shock and fear.
"I am Lestat," he answered with a flourish of his hand. "I've come to give you a new life."
Charlie began to scoot slowly back on the couch, trying to put as much distance between herself and Lestat as possible. She began to pull her knees up in front of her chest, but his hand darted out, grasping her ankle with an iron grip, drawing her leg slowly back down the cushion. She shuddered and her chest heaved with panicked breaths as his smile revealed the length and sharpness of his canine teeth.
He reached up and brushed a fingertip over her lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. "Don't be afraid, Charlie. I'm going to make you feel pleasure that you can't even imagine..." He let that fingertip trail down her body, between her lace-clad breasts, over her abdomen, and then her mound. He slipped his hand between her legs, and she moaned, her thighs parting easily for him.
"Stop."
Lestat's eyes darted across the room, startled to find that a third party had somehow entered the room undetected. The stranger stepped out of the shadows, his emerald eyes blazing with anger or jealousy. His movements were fluid and graceful as he stepped around the side of the couch, looking down on Lestat.
"I would be cautious, if I were you," Lestat warned, slowly standing to his feet and sizing up the intruder. "You have no idea who you are dealing with."
The raven-haired man laughed, his stern face splitting into a wide grin. "Is that supposed to frighten me?" he asked. "I am Loki, creature. I have no fear of you."
Charlie suddenly rolled off of the couch and scrambled for the door of the apartment, meaning to escape while the two of them were distracted by each other. She didn't take into account how quickly Lestat could move, though, and by the time she reached the door, he was already leaning against it.
She whirled and ran back the other way, heading for her bedroom, where she could at least lock the door and call the police, but only succeeded in running straight into Loki's arms.
Loki slipped a hand into her hair and pulled her head back, his eyes still warily locked on Lestat as he lowered his mouth to Charlie's. He brushed his lips across hers and his free hand moved to cup her breast, slowly turning her around to face Lestat. Loki pressed his body against her back, a low rumble sounding from his chest as he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply.
"I have been watching this woman for quite some time, intending to make her mine. I suggest you find another."
Lestat bared his teeth and stepped forward, shaking his head. "I don't want another. I want this one, and I shall have her."
Loki released Charlie and began to step around her, baring his own teeth at Lestat in return. Eyes narrowed and hands flexed at their sides, their bodies tensing into slight crouches as they circled around the woman, neither willing to relinquish his claim to the other.
In an instant, Lestat lunged, tackling Loki with a ferocious growl. Loki spun, throwing Lestat through the wall that separated the living room and the kitchen. Lestat immediately regained his feet, and the distance between the two was gone as they clashed again, grappling with inhuman strength, and enough force to tear a mortal man to pieces.
Charlie ran for the bedroom, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She scrambled to find her phone, but then remembered she had undressed in the living room, and her phone was still in there. The ruckus in the other room was incredible, the sound of breaking glass, splintering wood, and angry roars filling her apartment.
Suddenly, it all stopped. Charlie inched closer to the door of her bedroom, listening intently to determine who, if anyone, was left standing. She was just about to reach for the door when arms slid around her waist, pulling her back roughly. The door of her bedroom flew open, and Lestat stepped in, his hair mussed and his clothes slightly torn, but otherwise no worse for wear. Loki's arms tightened around her, pulling her back hard against his chest as his mouth dipped down to her ear.
"It seems that we are too evenly matched to decide who gets to...have you, pet. So, we've come to the agreement that we will share."
Charlie's heart is pounding in her chest, and she feels heat building between her legs as she watches Lestat move towards her, his eyes hungry as his tongue drags along the razor sharp edge of his teeth. Loki's hand slides down her body and between her legs, his long digits stroking the dampening fabric of her underwear.
"Oh, I think she's excited, Lestat," he breathes, his head dipping further to run his tongue along the side of her neck.
"Are you?" Lestat asks, his hand slipping around her throat and tilting her head up slightly. His eyes are dark and lustful as she nods, and he crushes his lips against hers.
Charlie can feel Loki rip her panties and bra off, and suddenly his naked body is pressed against her ass and back. His hands roam over her, kneading her flesh with increasing intensity. Both of his hands move to cup her breasts as he grinds his massive erection against her. Lestat lowers a hand, slipping it between her thighs, and stroking her wet folds with his finger.
With a hiss through his teeth, Lestat plunges a finger into Charlie's cunt, pumping and curling it inside of her, hitting just the right spot. She arches her back with a moan, her head falling back against Loki's shoulder. Loki nips at her neck, squeezing her breasts in his large hands as his breath quickens against her skin. Lestat brings her to her peak quickly, and as she cums, he dips his head to suck at a nipple.
Charlie's knees buckle as the wave washes over her, but Loki and Lestat hold her up, both growling softly under their breath. Lestat withdraws his finger from her pussy and brings it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste her arousal. His eyes roll back as he sucks his finger into his mouth.
"I think I'd like a better taste of that," he murmurs, motioning toward the bed as he begins to strip his clothes off. Loki scoops Charlie into his arms and carries her to the bed, laying her across the corner of the mattress on her back. Her legs hang off the edge on one side of the corner, and her head hangs back off the other edge.
Loki leans over her head, running his tongue down the valley between her breasts, and placing open-mouthed kisses on her belly as Lestat lowers himself to his knees between her thighs. Loki moves back, sucking eagerly at first one nipple, and then the other, kneading her full breasts and moaning against her skin. He moves back further and cradles the back of her head for a moment, slipping his tongue past her lips and teeth and kissing her deeply.
Lestat spreads Charlie's legs wide, burying his face between her thighs. He drags his tongue slowly up her slit, circling it around her clit for a moment before dipping down to do it again. Charlie moans loudly, clutching at Loki's shoulders as he deepens the kiss, her body slowly beginning to writhe.
Loki breaks the kiss and stands over Charlie, letting her head fall back over the edge of the mattress and taking his cock in hand. He brushes the tip of it over her mouth, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to wet them as she opens her mouth wide. He slides his cock into her mouth with a moan, easing ever so slowly into her throat as she relaxes.
Lestat plunges his tongue deep into her, and she moans again, the vibrations in her throat and mouth causing Loki to buck his hips. Within seconds, things escalate to frenzied passion.
Loki's hips thrust over and over as he fucks her face, gripping the sides of her head with his hands, his head falling back and his eyes rolling in ecstasy. Between her legs, Lestat's tongue is thrusting as well, curling against her walls and dragging along her slit. He purses his lips around her clit and begins to suck, pushing two fingers into her and pumping them fast and hard.
She is losing all sense of everything but the pleasure her body feels. She convulses and writhes, moaning around Loki's cock as Lestat brings her to orgasm. Her already sensitive clit is pulsing between his lips, and as her walls clench around his fingers, Lestat begins to flick the tip of his tongue rapidly.
Charlie's body arches off of the bed, her muscles tensing and refusing to relent. Lestat doesn't wait for her to come back down. Instead, he raises up and pushes his cock into her tightening cunt, grasping her hips with bruising fingertips. He drives into her as she flails, grasping at the blankets, completely overwhelmed with sensation as she is fucked by a vampire and a god.
The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, deep guttural groans, and high-pitched whimpers. Loki clenches his teeth, thrusting deep into her throat and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
"I want her cunt," he groans to Lestat. With a few final thrusts and a reluctant groan, Lestat pulls out and steps to the side. Loki withdraws from her mouth and moves around the side of the bed, grasping Charlie around the waist and flipping her roughly onto her stomach on the bed. He jerks her hips up, pulling her onto all fours, and crawls up behind her on the mattress. Pushing into her from behind with a deep rumble of pleasure.
Lestat moves to his knees on the bed, positioning himself in front of her, and fisting her hair in one hand, pulling her head back and sliding his cock into her waiting mouth. Again, she is filled at both ends, the headboard of the bed clattering against the wall as Loki and Lestat match their rhythms.
Loki's grunts soon rise in volume, and he raises one hand, bringing it down with a stinging blow to her ass. She cries out around Lestat's cock, and the thrusting intensifies.
"Again," Lestat tells Loki. The hand raises again, coming down against her creamy flesh and causing her to cry out louder, a reddening handprint coloring the surface of her skin. Lestat groans and thrusts harder into her mouth. "Again!"
Loki reaches forward and entwines his hand in Charlie's hair, pulling her head back further and opening her mouth wider to Lestat's cock. Loki slaps her ass again and again, timing the blows with his thrusts, his jaw dropping open and his hooded eyes watching as Lestat clenches his jaw and his eyes roll back.
Charlie is trembling, her arms and legs almost completely weakened by the force in which she is being taken. Her clit throbs as Loki's balls tap against it with each thrust. She feels the tightening in her core, and this time, the wave is too much for her. The orgasm moves through her, and she is incapable of anything more than the scream that erupts from her throat, muffled by Lestat's cock.
Lestat grabs the sides of her face and thrusts hard into that scream, his head falling back and his hips jerking as he fills her throat with his seed. The clenching of her cunt pushes Loki over the edge, and he moves both hands to her hips, gripping her flesh tightly enough to imprint crescents from his fingernails as he arches his back and his hips piston forward. His cock twitches inside of her and he empties himself completely with erratic thrusts and a final roar of pleasure.
Loki and Lestat pull out of her, and Charlie collapses to the bed, utterly exhausted. Her body is still spasming, and electricity continues to course through her core and shoot out to her extremities. She is gasping for air, her thighs squeezing together as she whimpers, almost completely out of her head. She writhes on the blanket, her eyes closed, her hands moving over a body still pulsing with pleasure.
Loki and Lestat watch her in fascination, both of them already beginning to harden again.
"Shall we go again?" Lestat asks, unable to tear his eyes off of the sensual display before him.
"I don't think she'd last. Her mortal body is too fragile," Loki replies, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip as his hand moves to stroke his cock.
"I could remedy that," Lestat murmurs, and his eyes flicker to Loki's as he smiles wide. Loki returns the smile and nods, stroking his cock faster.
With a feral grin, Lestat moves to the bed again, stretching his naked body against Charlie's and nuzzling his face against her neck and pulling his lips back from his teeth...
