Page 54 of Desired for Her Blood

Ryker slows, looking past me to Zuben.

“You in her butt?” he asks.

“Just touching,” Zuben replies, his voice hoarse, and so out of control for the staid Zuben.

“Hey little dove.” Ryker looks into my eyes. “Earlier, I was just joking about butt stuff.”

I nod as I tighten around his now still cock, and he moans.

“Do you want to give it a try?”

My eyes open in alarm.

“No fucking way,” Axe says.

“Just his finger.” Ryker says gently. “One finger tipped in a little vampire blood for lube.”

“Oh.” I cry out, as Zuben’s finger circles my butt hole and presses gently, and a desire is awakened inside me that I never imagined.

I might die when they try to turn me into a vampire. And even if I live, this may be my last time having sex as a human, and just like I’ll regret never having had Axe inside of me, I could regret not having tried everything these men are willing to offer, exploring every new pleasure they can show me.

“Okay. Let’s try.” I give Axe a look of reassurance, and then turn back to see Zuben. The skin on his cheeks is several shades deeper than normal and his pupils are huge. His fangs spring out.

Zuben scratches open his wrist and then coats his long index finger in blood.

“On second thought…” He smears blood on his pinky.

I lick my lips, wishing he’d give me a taste of his blood, but his hand presses down on my upper back.

“Bend over the pirate,” he commands.

I lean forward and Axe adjusts his position too, keeping his hands on my breasts as I lean forward over the recumbent Ryker, his cock now not as deep inside of me, but the new position adds pressure on my clit.

“Ryker,” Zuben says, “remain very still until I give you permission.”

“Yes sir!” Ryker says in a joking tone, and then without warning, Zuben presses the tip of his pinky finger inside of me.

I gasp so loudly I barely hear Ryker’s words.

But the slight pain is quickly overtaken by pleasure as my body absorbs Zuben’s blood and adjusts to the added pressure of his finger. Slowly, he slides it in and out of me, and the feeling is odd at first, but I like it, and soon press back, craving more.

“Careful,” Zuben says.

Zuben’s hand on my lower back presses down, keeping me still over Ryker, and then his pinky slips out, quickly replaced by his much thicker, much longer index finger.

An orgasm immediately explodes inside of me and I try to move against it, but Zuben’s hand is holding me down so firmly I can’t even buck into my pleasure.

Ryker’s cock pulses, as I contract around him in hard waves, and Axe squeezes my nipples. And then as if that weren’t enough, while I’m still experiencing wave after wave of my orgasm, Zuben pushes his finger deeper, and then deeper again, until I feel his hand wedged against my body.

My orgasm subsiding, I sigh, adjusting to the full intrusion of his finger, loving how full I feel with both Ryker and Zuben inside me.

But just as I’m adjusting to the new sensations, Zuben’s finger starts to move, sliding fully in and out of me, slowly at first, and then more quickly.

I breathe heavily over Ryker’s chest, overwhelmed by the pleasure and starting to get used to the motion.

But then Zuben switches things up again, swiveling his finger on some thrusts, curling it on others, and on some he stays perfectly straight to go in as deep as he can. It’s like his finger is exploring its new surroundings or perhaps testing my limits.

“You can move now,” he says, and his pressure eases up on my back.