CONTENT WARNING: Sexual activity, blood play, premeditated murder
The vampire licked his lips and crawled up Wolfram’s legs, until he had to use the back of the chaise lounge to support himself. When he leaned in towards Wolfram’s neck, opening his mouth, the Witch pressed a hand to Morcant’s chest, stopping him.
“Now, now, you haven’t started any of the foreplay, and you want to get right down to business? Where’s the fun in that?” Wolfram chided. With his free hand, he guided Morcant’s fingers to his own chest. “Foreplay, my dear Marquise, and then we can move to the main events.”
Flushing at the chiding, Morcant backed off. Rolling his lower lip between his teeth, his extended fangs sliced through the soft flesh of the vampire’s lip. Blood trickled down his chin as Morcant kissed Wolfram’s collarbone. With each kiss from the vampire, the Witch purred and leaned back, giving the vampire more access. Morcant’s fingers slipped beneath the Witch’s tank top, sliding the fabric up to reveal more of Wolfram’s sun-tanned skin.
“Just don’t rip that shirt, I like this one,” Wolfram murmured, “I already have to clean blood off of it. I’d rather not need to mend it, too.”
With a snort, Morcant tugged the Witch’s shirt off him and tossed it to the side. “There, now there’s no problem, right?”
The Witch barked out a laugh. Grinning at the vampire, Wolfram raked his fingers through Morcant’s hair and pulled. “Keep behaving like that… it’s amusing to see you petulant.”
The vampire bared his fangs meaning to hiss, but instead, a low groan fell from his lips. His blush darkened, and he squirmed in Wolfram’s hold.
Slowly, Wolfram released his grip and massaged the vampire’s scalp. “Now… my pants, if you please. They’re getting rather tight.”
Morant sank back to his knees between Wolfram’s legs. His fingers traced the outside of Wolfram’s legs, moving inward where leg became hip and pelvis. Though his fingers shook slightly, Morcant managed the button and zipper of the Witch’s dark pants. The vampire’s blue eyes met Wolfram’s gold as Morcant peeled down the fabric—both pants and boxers—leaving Wolfram bare before the predator’s gaze.
Licking his lips and swallowing hard, Morcant drank in the sight of the sun-kissed skin, the toned working muscles, the V-shape dip of the hips and pelvis, the gentle waves of dark hair over pools of molten amber. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he imagined tasting more than just the Witch’s blood.
Wolfram hooked a finger, inviting the vampire closer. As Morcant obeyed, Wolfram leaned in and whispered, “I want your mouth on my cock. I want your tongue in my ass. Show me you’re good for more than just sucking my blood.”
A shudder of desire ran through the vampire at those words, mirrored by the spread of the vampire’s blush over his shoulders and back. Desire pumped through the vampire’s veins, and he quickly began to obey. His lips worshipped Wolfram’s inner thighs, kissing his way up to Wolfram’s hardened cock and heavy balls.
Morcant licked the length of the shaft and swirled his tongue around the cap and slit. Careful of his fangs, Morcant opened his mouth wide and took the head inside. Sealing his lips around the reddened flesh, the vampire began to suck. Then, relaxing his jaw and throat, Morcant sank his mouth onto the Witch’s cock. Wolfram groaned and thrust his hips up, trying to drive deeper into that warmth, but the vampire grasped Wolfram’s hips in his hands and held the Witch in place. He swallowed around the cock in his throat and sucked with increasing ferocity.
Trembling with the need to cum under the assault, Wolfram gripped the silver-white hair of the vampire and pulled. But the vampire refused to budge and only sucked harder.
With a cry, the Witch convulsed, and stars danced in his vision as he came hard, spilling his seed down the vampire’s throat.
Morcant swallowed, released the Witch’s cock with a wet pop, and licked Wolfram’s organ clean.
“Damn,” Wolfram breathed, “if I’d known you were that good, I probably would’ve made a foolish deal…”
Morcant chuckled. “You still can. Head for blood… sounds like a good deal to me.”
With a snort, Wolfram opened his legs further. “Please. You think I’d bargain for just a blowjob? I’m not a cheap whore who needs rent money. You’ll have to work a lot harder before I’ll let you bite me.”
The vampire let out a breathy laugh and kissed his way down Wolfram’s cock. His tongue lapped along Wolfram’s balls. Gently, Morcant took each into his mouth and sucked, rolling the globes around in his mouth for a few seconds before moving on. His tongue swiped over the Witch’s taint before moving on, ignoring Wolfram’s hole entirely. Instead, the vampire’s teeth grazed over Wolfram’s inner thigh, pressing into the skin just enough to feel pressure without breaking through.
Wolfram shuddered and tensed, holding himself still. When those icy blue eyes fell upon the Witch, he bit his lip and watched as Morcant pierced flesh. The Witch groaned and gripped the back of the chaise with one hand, the other going to Morcant’s hair. With a yank and a bit of his magic, the Witch glared his glowing golden eyes at the smirking vampire.
“I did not,” Wolfram began, “say you could bite yet.”
Morcant licked his lips clean of the Witch’s potent blood. “Just a taste, promise… I wasn’t going to eat you just yet.”
Wolfram snorted. “You haven’t earned a taste. A blowjob is nothing.”
Pushing up into Wolfram’s grasp, the vampire smirked up at the Witch. “Then… shall I get back to earning my meal?”
With a chuckle, Wolfram released the vampire’s hair and leaned back, motioning with one hand. “Get on with it, then. I’m getting limp just sitting here.”
Morcant bared his fangs, a flash of blue flame in the pale blue eyes. But then the vampire resumed his place between Wolfram’s legs and lapped at the Witch’s entrance. His tongue plunged in, with a finger on either side, forcing Wolfram open as he pillaged the tight passage. Wolfram gasped and winced, but forced himself to relax under the onslaught. The vampire slicked the way with his saliva and kept the Witch open with his powerful fingers. Once the vampire decided Wolfram was ready, he backed off, licking his lips.
“I think you’re ready for a cock in you,” Morcant murmured, his blue eyes blazing with desire. “You will let me, won’t you?”
Wolfram snorted, and slowly turned onto his stomach, presenting his ass to the vampire. “That’s part of satisfying me. Now take your clothes off and fuck me. Show me how much you want to bite me.”
A rumble reverberated in Morcant’s chest, and the vampire shucked off his clothing. Now bare, he grasped Wolfram’s hips and rubbed his cock between the two golden-tan globes of the Witch’s ass. Wolfram gripped the back of the lounge and thrust back into Morcant, grinding his ass against the vampire’s crotch.
“I already gave you your invitation,” Wolfram purred, glancing over his shoulder, “so get inside.”
Growling like a feral beast, the vampire lined up his cock and roughly shoved into the Witch. Wolfram gasped and clutched the couch, nearly falling to the cushions. But though the roughness surprised him briefly, he’d taken much larger.
The vampire thrust his cock hard and fast, pistoning into the Witch with all his speed and strength. Wolfram groaned and pushed back against that powerful force, squeezing around the shaft inside him. Morcant’s hand suddenly wrapped around Wolfram’s throat, yanking the Witch up until his back was pressed to Morcant’s front.
The vampire’s breath ghosted over the nape of the Witch’s neck, where his neck met his shoulder. Fangs grazed the flesh, pressing harder with every thrust—until Morcant bit down hard. Hot, metallic blood burst onto his tongue and Morcant sucked it down greedily. His thrusts stuttered and he slammed home, his seed spilling into the shuddering, moaning Witch.
Once Wolfram had caught his breath, he yanked the vampire up off of him. “That’s enough, little lamprey. You still have to help me with the other witches and that auction house. I’ll give you more when we’re done. Understood?”
With a growl of slight annoyance, the vampire withdrew his cock from the Witch and wiped his mouth clean of the Witch’s blood. Wolfram chuckled and turned, patting the pale creature on his head.
“Don’t pout,” Wolfram cooed, “I’ll give you plenty more later… and you’ll, of course, have to satisfy me again. But in a more comfortable location, I think.”
Once Wolfram ate his fill and bathed, he set out from the Marquise’s castle with Morcant, Aderyn, and several other vampires in tow. Leaving the castle in a flying vehicle, Wolfram got a full view of the moors surrounding the castle. The acidic grasslands stretched as far as the eye could see, butting up against the forest in the distant north and the sandy shore to the west.
Aderyn piloted the vehicle as it flew silently through the night sky. The vampires turned all eyes to Wolfram as they neared London’s swirling lights and climbing skyscrapers.
“So what’s the plan?” Aderyn asked from the front.
“Morcant will politely ask for the records,” Wolfram began, “pulling whatever strings he has to. And he’ll also ask for any other blood vials from that batch, just in case they have any left in their storage. Once you have those secured, we’ll need to plant the suggestion that witch blood and shifter blood is off limits. If that doesn’t work, we’ll have to take more extreme measures.”
“The auction house manager and the owner aren’t creatures susceptible to suggestion,” one of the vampires chimed in. “I don’t think your plan will work.”
“Well then.” Wolfram took a slow breath before he turned his molten golden eyes towards Morcant and said solemnly, “More extreme measures it is. First part is the same. Morcant, I need those records. Whatever you have to do.”
Then he scanned the other vampires gathered. “After Morcant is clear… kill the manager, the owner, the guards, and the rest of the staff. Just because they just check in coats doesn’t mean they aren’t complicit. That place is the same one that sold shifters and witches as slaves not too long ago. I should have burned it to the ground then, and I’m planning on correcting my mistake.”
“So we’re burning the auction house once everyone inside is dead?”
Wolfram turned his attention to the young looking man who kept his eyes on his clasped hands. “After the staff are dead and those in the cells below the building are freed. Yes. Do you have qualms about that?”
The vampire lifted his head and met Wolfram’s eyes. “As long as we’re rescuing those below and not just leaving them to die, no, I don’t have any qualms.”
Morcant tilted his head, an eyebrow lifted. “Liam… what haven’t you told me?”
Liam flushed and ducked his head again.
The older man beside him thumped Liam on the shoulder. “A friend of his disappeared a few days ago. Kid was about to go into the auction house on his own when your witch showed up.”
“Do you believe your friend is in the auction house?” Morcant asked, reaching out and squeezing Liam’s shoulder.
“That’s the only place I haven’t looked yet,” Liam murmured.
“Then we’ll be sure to get them out,” Wolfram assured the young vampire. “What does your friend look like?”
Liam rubbed his thumb over his wrist, fidgeting with an old scar. “His name is Ulvar… he’s a big guy with blond hair. Tall and broad. He’ll smell like a… a werewolf.”
“A werewolf?” It was Wolfram’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Vampires and shifters usually avoided each other.
The young vampire nodded, his curly black hair falling into his bright green eyes. “Yes. His home smelled of silver and wolf’s bane, so I knew he’d been taken by someone. I … I heard a rumor last night while I was in the city about a special item. Werewolves aren’t particularly rare, but… he’s a rare breed of wolf. Ulvar is a loup garou.”
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