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Chapter 6

Desire

GERRIT

F rom this angle, I could almost convince myself that Hans is getting his dick sucked. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been present for that.

He wasn’t lying when he said I like to watch.

But she’s not sucking his dick, even if my cock doesn’t understand that. When they started, I moved to a chair across from the sofa. I didn’t want to be beside him when it happened, unsure if I would be able to allow her to continue if I saw the blood.

But that leaves me with a perfect view of Briar on her knees in front of him, her ass poking out as she bends to reach her preferred vein. I can make out her curves under the dress, and I am confident she has no panties on.

Hans’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, and soft moans escape his lips.

It seems like getting fed on isn’t so much of a sacrifice anymore.

I’m not sure how I will know when to stop her or even how to do it. Just ripping her off him doesn’t seem like the right call, so I’m biding my time and keeping an eye on the situation.

I tell myself it’s solely for my brother’s safety, but I’m fucking fooling myself. I can’t look away.

My hand strokes my cock through my pants. I may as well enjoy the view, right?

Her head darts up from between his legs, and she turns to me, eyes glowing bright red as blood drips down her face. She sniffs the air before zeroing in on where my hand grips my dick.

“I can smell your desire, Gerrit.” Her voice is otherworldly, reverberating in my chest. I drop my dick reflexively at being caught.

Hans is panting, looking at Briar as if she is royalty and he is her most adoring subject. I think he’s close to begging her to keep feeding from him. Before he can, she straddles his lap, her hand stroking through the outside of his undershorts. He groans, lifting his hips to thrust into her hand.

“Greedy…” she murmurs, gripping his cock through the fabric.

I attempt to catch his eyes to make sure he’s feeling okay. He does not look distressed or pallid. In fact, his face is flushed with arousal as he pants after her.

Briar lowers herself onto his lap, grinding against his shorts. Instinctively, Hans’s hands go to her waist, and he rocks her back and forth against his length. She leans and whispers something in his ears. I can’t make it out, but he’s nodding quickly.

“Yes, absolutely yes,” he begs.

What did she say? Before I can think much about it, she frees his cock from his shorts and lowers herself onto it in a smooth motion as she plunges her teeth into his neck.

Holy fuck.

I was right.

No panties under that dress.

My cock is angry, straining against my pants at this point. I did not think this was something I would feel jealous over, and yet here I am, wishing that it was my flesh in her teeth, my cock sliding into her warmth.

Briar breaks from Hans’s neck and turns to me, looking at my hand as I grip my cock over my pants. “Take it out. Even if I don’t touch you, your desire helps feed me.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I pull out my cock and fist it roughly, trailing my hand up and down in the brutally slow pace she has taken as she rides Hans. I gather some of the wetness from my tip to make the glide on my shaft easier before spitting in my hand when it’s not enough to satisfy.

What I wouldn’t fucking give to be dripping in her essence right now.

Briar’s teeth are back on Hans’s neck, and I can hear his breathing slowing. Each inhale seems to be getting more labored, and I know it’s time to intervene.

I’m on my feet, crossing the room swiftly with my pants hanging open and off my hips, my cock standing at attention as I yank the witch by her hair. Her teeth slide smoothly from Hans’s neck, and the tips drip blood as she glares at me. He’s slightly pale, but his eyes are open, and his face is awash with pleasure.

“I wasn’t done,” she growls, looking like fury as my brother’s blood drips down her face.

“You are now,” I hiss at her. My cock is still throbbing, undeterred by my inattention, and her eyes latch onto it. She stares at me hungrily and licks her lips.

“If you don’t want me to feed on him, you should keep my mouth busy.”

The challenge she raises has its desired effect. I lift her off Hans’s cock and spin her around to face me. Roughly, I push her back to his lap, where she wastes no time impaling herself on him again. She grinds down into him, resting her hands on her knees, and I know if he weren’t recovering from a loss of blood, he’d be a more active participant. As it is, his hands rest loosely on her hips, gently encouraging her movements.

I twist my hands in her hair again, yanking until she’s staring down my cock. I tap the head against her panting lips. “Open up, witchy. And don’t you dare bite, or you’ll pay for it.” Her eyes glitter, and she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out expectantly.

I push my cock past her lips slowly, struggling not to immediately jam myself down her throat. She takes it well, hollowing her cheeks and twirling her tongue on the underside of my head.

I can tell she’s holding back. I assume it must be fear of losing control after her little display, but I have to believe the amount of blood she’s already consumed, plus fucking Hans, will be enough to keep her from losing control.

I have to believe that because my hands are on the back of her head, and I’m roughly fucking her mouth. It feels so good I don’t think I’d stop even if she tore into my veins. She gags around my length, but I continue, enjoying how pretty she looks with wet tracks of tears running down her face.

I hook my finger into the side of her mouth and slow my thrusting. “You like that, witchy?” I murmur as I drag my cock across her tongue. She whines.

Hans seems to be gaining some of his strength back because Briar’s grinding has been replaced with bouncing and jolting as he thrusts so hard that his hips slap audibly against her ass.

“Make him come, witchy, and I’ll let you suck my cock again.”

Her eyes flash violence for a brief second, but it fades, and determination takes over. My stepbrother’s blood mingles with her tears and spits as it paints her chin and chest. I see blood caking his leg, but luckily, he seems no worse for wear, with an arm wrapped around her shoulders as he chases his pleasure.

I drop to my knees and slip my hand between her thighs, seeking her tiny spot of pleasure and circling it with the softest touch I can. She groans and attempts to guide my pace, so I pull my hand away. “Oh no, witchy. First, he comes. Then you.” I tickle her clit again, and she throws her head back with a moan that is half pleasure, half frustration. Hans isn’t quiet either, groaning and huffing as he wraps his hand in her hair and gropes her breasts that have fallen out of her dress.

It’s only two more thrusts before I hear him call out and empty himself into her.

She pulls off him, hovering over me like a goddess of destruction. “My turn,” she hisses, her face alight with greed and voice dark with desire. Slowly, I move to the couch on the opposite side of Hans and pat the space between us.

She’s a good listener, quickly climbing between us and turning those wide eyes on me and quivering expectantly. “Present yourself to him and finish the job you started with me,” I command. I tangle my fingers in her odd, pale purple locks and gently push her head down.

After a slow lick around my tip, she takes me in her mouth with a soft hum.

From behind, Hans reaches his hands between her thighs. His face is blissed out as he strokes her. I can tell the moment he plunges fingers inside her, her moans creating the most delightful vibrations on his cock.

She’s so keyed up that it doesn’t take long for Hans to push her over the edge. Her body bucks against his hand and her mouth goes slack around me as she becomes overwhelmed with pleasure.

Watching her writhe on Hans’s hand brings me to the edge. I’m too eager to wait for her to come down from her high and finish the job, so I stroke myself roughly several times before shooting my cum across her slack face and gaping mouth.

She collapses between us, her face on my lap, her eyes wild as she stares at the ceiling.

She doesn’t look tired. Not in the least. Her coloring is bright, and her eyes are wide open instead of hooded. She is glowing and looking healthier already.

“What are you? I murmur, running my hands through her hair.

“Satisfied.”