The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 26

Manson's P.O.V.

All I can do is stare. There's Twiggy practically EATING Zim (and loving it too might I add). I don't even know how to react; I'm so high from the blood bags right now that I can't think straight. My first thought is to react angrily, but here comes Madonna, completely naked with a look of hungry lust in his eyes. He's looking me up and down with such heat that I begin to feel a tightness in my leather pants.

"Hey, Marilyn," he murmurs, voice dripping in honey and sex. "Thought you'd never arrive."

"What the fuck is this?" is all I can ask.

Pogo shrugs and grins at me cunningly. "This is just a deal I made with your cute little boy toy over there. See, if he wants to play with Zim, then I get to fuck him. Well, I got what I wanted, so why don't you come play with us?"

I blink, and my pants tighten even more. Fuck... The way they're all staring at me, like they could devour me any second but in a different kind of way, the kind of way that sends all the blood rushing to my already throbbing cock. Goddamit, Twigs looks so utterly fuckable with his dreads all in disarray and his smooth skin exposed; I can practically hear the blood surging through his thin, gorgeous body. Both him and Zim are as pretty as girls, and I wouldn't actually mind watching them have their way with one another while Pogo and I fuck their cute little holes.

There's an idea...

Tentatively, I take a step towards Pogo but in total surrender. He grins wider; God, he can look so maniacal sometimes, but I would be lying if I didn't think it could be incredibly sexy. He presses his body against mine and suddenly grabs a fistful of my long hair, giving it a good yank. I gasp and then moan, my eyelids fluttering shut as he pulls my head back and proceeds to lave his tongue up the side of my neck before sucking mercilessly on the tender flesh.

"Mmh, Madonna..." I whine and claw at his back while he begins to undress me.

"Let's see that big cock you're so proud of," he growls, his voice edging with desire. With my shirt off and my pants shoved down to my ankles, I watch him lick his lips as he stares and then press them to my own, leading me to the bed.

I fall on my back, a bit disoriented but aroused nonetheless. Pogo falls into bed beside me, but his attention is now on Zim, and I now see heated yearning in those eyes as he watches Twiggy mouthing at his skin all over. Gently, he pulls Zim up into his arms and wraps them around him from behind, sloppily kissing his neck. The passion between them intensifies, and I watch Zim's head fall to the side, giving his lover more access to his pale neck, lips parted in a silent moan.

Twiggy approaches me with a crooked smile, naked and skin glistening from sweat. I feel my cock twitch and my feelings for him intensify, longing for the glorious pleasures of his flesh. "Mare?" he begins in a questioning manner and I snap out of it, secretly adoring the new pet name. "Can I kiss Zimmy, pretty please? I'll let you do whatever you want to me." The blood continues to rush down there at his request, and I listen to his heart beat loudly, pumping his sweet, sweet blood. All I can do is nod.

With a squeal of delight, Twiggy claims Zim's lips with his and the two seem to melt together while Pogo rocks his dick against Zim's ass. For a moment, I stare at the lewd scene. Then I crawl over and get on my knees behind Twiggy, resting my large hands against his thin shoulders. "Anything I want, huh?" I murmur in a low voice. He shivers and leans his head against my chest, which signifies my claim to him. Automatically I grip his hips and pull him against me, rubbing my dick against his entrance, copying Pogo's obscene maneuver.

Suddenly I lave my tongue up his spine and leave short licks at his neck. Twiggy whines, and Zim hears it, watching me pleasurably torture him. I almost stop what I'm doing to see Zim grab his dick and stroke him down. Twiggy manages to do the same to him, and the sweet, adorable little sounds of their moans fill the room. It's all I can hear due to the enhancement of my senses. Overcome by the lust that consumes me, I bite into his neck hard and begin to suck, relishing the taste of that sweet, red nectar cascading down my throat. Twiggy's blood. Invigorating me. Making me want to swallow him whole. To feel him against me. To fuck.