Feral Daydreams 🎀

Three Devils, One Prey (🍋)

The night was a blur of neon lights and alcohol, the scent of whiskey, smoke, and sweat thick in the air. The bar was still buzzing behind them, but for Blue?

Everything was spinning.

One minute, she was stumbling toward her car, the next-strong arms had wrapped around her, steadying her, trapping her between three bodies, three sets of red eyes burning into her like she was the next meal.

"Careful there, bunny," Crimson purred, his voice deep, smooth, teasing. His fur-lined coat brushed against her arm as he pulled her close, possessive.

Vincent chuckled, tucking a stray electric-blue strand of hair behind her ear. "Can't let this delicate flower get hurt now, can we?" His sharp teeth flashed in the dim light, his hands firm but gentle-for now.

And then, Trevor leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low growl.

"I guess we'll be having one extension and three chargers... No worries, darling... You got three holes for us."

Blue's stomach flipped.

Oh, fuck.

She should have run. She should have said no.

But instead?

She smirked.

"Then what the fuck are we waiting for?"

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The suite was huge, bathed in dim golden light, the plush bed waiting in the center of the room. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, hands were on her-exploring, teasing, claiming.

Vincent's hands slid down her hips, slow, calculated, his fingers tracing the waistband of her joggers as he murmured against her neck, "we've been watching you all fucking night, Blue." His voice was low, patient, like he was savoring the anticipation.

Crimson, on the other hand?

He wasn't waiting.

"Let's see what we're working with," he purred, gripping the hem of her cropped tank and ripping it over her head. His dark red eyes gleamed as he took in her now half-naked form. "Oh, you're fucking perfect."

Trevor, already half-hard just from watching, licked his lips. "*I bet she's already soaked." His fingers dragged over the waistband of her pants before slipping under, pressing against her without warning.

Blue gasped, her knees buckling, but Vincent was right there, catching her. "Oh, she is," he chuckled, his fingers brushing over her thigh. "So wet for us already."

Crimson grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Isn't that right, bunny? You want this, don't you?"

Blue bit her lip, breath shaky-but her eyes burned with pure fucking desire.

"Try me and find out."

And that?

That was all they needed.

Clothes were shredded, tossed to the floor, their bodies pressed against her, overwhelming her. The heat of them, the scent of male, of lust-it was intoxicating.

Trevor growled, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he pushed her onto the bed. "Fuck, I need her mouth on me already."

"Mmm, but who gets the first taste?" Crimson smirked, tilting his head.

Vincent, who had been silent until now, suddenly grinned-and the room shifted.

From his back, black tentacles slithered forward, curling around Blue's wrists, ankles, her waist, spreading her out on the bed like a perfect fucking feast.