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I was a marionette in the hands of a master puppeteer. Skartovius Ashfen pulled my strings and I went where he wanted me.

After my zealous coupling with Garroway near the inert body of our prisoner, something opened up inside me.

The pleasure had been intense—the relieving of years of stress and frustration much-needed—yet it was more than that.

It was a sensation of letting go , allowing someone to take the commanding position, when I had always fought tooth and nail to defend myself.

It was a strange conundrum I found myself in. On one hand, crawling on my hands and knees on the cold stone ground like a dog was humiliating, degrading, and objectifying. On the other hand, the act was liberating and energizing.

It helped I wasn’t alone in my degradation. Garroway crawled after me, eager to please the master he’d been losing a connection with and the new mistress he was developing a bond with.

“You’ve tempted me long enough, love,” Skar said.

I padded along at his side as he walked. I swung my ass and lost myself to the depraved moment. Gravel bit into my palms and knees, making me wince before the tinge of pain melded away from my lustfulness.

My fluids and Garroway’s cum trickled out of me as I moved, dripping a trail of arousal between my legs.

Skar gently ran a hand through my hair and I closed my eyes, nearly letting out a purr. His touch was warm and inviting. My head in this position only reached his waist.

It was ironic: Skar held power over me and, despite my current position, I knew it was reciprocal. I controlled the nobleblood vampire simply by existing and making his life unmanageable and ravenous.

When the nobleblood led us out of the cell, he closed and locked the door behind him so Dimmon couldn’t escape once he awoke.

Then he took us through the chilly corridor and into the wider, warmer, brighter hallway outside the jail room, where he stopped on the ornate red rugs.

The softness of the carpets was a welcome respite on my palms and knees from the harsh grit of the jail room.

The double doors at the back of the hall were closed and barred. On the other end, the stairs leading up to the first level were empty. He had made sure to plan this situation to leave the three of us alone.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Skar frowned down at me. “It’s time you take responsibility for what you’ve done to me, Sephania. Don’t you agree?”

I nodded instinctively, chewing the inside of my cheek as my thoughts went dim. I noticed the pronounced bulge snaking down his thigh—evidence of what I had caused.

His lithe hand caressed my cheek, my chin, lifting my face as I closed my eyes and melted. Slowly, I began to rise to my feet at his urging. It was a lingering motion, my hands ghosting over his leg, the outline throbbing against his slacks, and up to his tapered waist.

My hands dipped beneath his tunic, finding tight abdominals and a wiry body that drew me in. I wanted to spend all evening inspecting every dip and plane of his well-muscled body.

Garroway joined us on all fours like a bitch in heat. His cock wagged between his naked legs, just as rock-hard as he’d been when fucking me against the cold wall in the cell. The dhampir began to rise onto his knees when he saw me standing at Skartovius’ side—

Before Skar put a hand out. “Not you,” he ordered. “Your punishment is my pleasure, cub.”

I glanced down at Garroway’s face with a tinge of remorse. There was only imminent glee in his eyes. He nodded adoringly at his master, like his mind had been warped and twisted to fit Skartovius’ need.

On his knees in front of his master, Garroway nuzzled his cheek against Skar’s thigh. The nobleblood wrapped an arm around my middle, crushing me close to him so my breasts shoved against his chest.

“It’s unfair Garro and I are both nude and you’re completely clothed,” I whispered in Skar’s ear. My hands rustled his clothes, embracing him tightly, wishing to shed the outer layer from his scalding form.

“I’ll decide what is fair or not, temptress,” he answered in a low voice. “It may not be this way for long.”

My hard nipples brushed against the coarse fabric of his tunic when he squished me closer against him, and I let out a small mewl in his ear.

He gave me a smug smile and dipped his chin. His full lips brushed over mine then parted. I took his tongue into my mouth as he plastered me with a demanding kiss. He seared our lips together and I moaned in his mouth, tasting hints of fire and cinnamon.

My arm wrapped around the tall vampire’s neck.

I pulled him closer, coaxing the kiss deeper.

My free hand fell on Garroway’s bald head below us, between us.

I rubbed his pate and then moved my fingers deftly to Skar’s waist, my hand dipping inside his pants.

There I found my prize—hard, thick, long, and smooth.

“Help our pet along,” Skartovius ordered. “Make him prepare me for you.”

I nodded blithely, lost in a hazy cloud of lust and need. With a few quick twists of my wrist, I had Skar’s pants undone. I hoisted the nobleblood’s cock from against his thigh and out of his pants.

My eyes widened when I looked down. Skar was huge. I was amazed and intimidated by his size. My hand stroked down from the base to the broad ridge, making his long, half-hard cock stiffer by the second.

I supposed there was a reason for Skar’s unending arrogance, and now I was seeing where some of it stemmed from. A man this massive can do whatever he wants.

Garroway made a pleading sound in his throat. I unceremoniously lifted and dropped Skartovius’ heavy cock directly onto his upturned, greedy face, with an audible, fleshy thud.

Garroway’s face was nearly completely hidden by Skar’s width, the long slab stretching out past his forehead. He licked the underside of his master’s shaft and then sank his face forward to lave his wet tongue over Skar’s heavy balls.

Skartovius hummed in my mouth as he pressed another deep kiss to my lips. His hand fell on Garroway’s head and he pulled back slightly then shoved his aching cock into Garro’s mouth.

The bloodthrall gagged, snorting to take his master. He sloppily sucked Skartovius’ cock from his knees like a well-trained servant, while furiously masturbating his own aching cock between his thighs.

The closeness of our bodies, the combined heat, ignited my desire.

I wanted to try such a hung monster and could only imagine the places he would reach.

Jealousy inched up my spine as I watched Garroway fervently gag on Skar’s cock with his head bobbing.

The bloodthrall was masterful, sliding his mouth back and forth along that smooth, glistening length, eyes closing as he lost himself, all without using his hands.

Truehearts save me, the dhampir was doing a better job than I could have.

The sight of Garro in a submissive role, after completely dominating me ten minutes before, made me wet and sticky. Skar palmed my pussy and curved two fingers inside, eliciting a sharp hiss from my lips.

I sank into his body even as his fingers sank inside mine. He moved slowly, taking his time to hit all the right spots and prepare me for the main course.

Still, I felt nervous, and Skar could tell by my flexing—the way my tunnel constricted against him.

He tsked, humming to himself. “You’ve been fighting your entire life, Sephania. You don’t have to fight anymore. Not with me. Never me. Just let go and allow yourself to feel for once.”

I choked over a lump in my throat. The incessant, sloppy-wet sounds of Garroway’s ministrations below us made me crave this commanding nobleblood even more. His words were the last straw that broke my resolve.

I slightly parted my legs, giving him more access. He curved a third finger inside me. A moan escaped my lips as fullness built where tightness had lived before.

I gave myself over to my vampiric overlord, realizing I was powerless to stop him—and surely not wanting him to stop.

A lewd pop below us as he pulled out of Garroway’s mouth, and suddenly the wet head of Skartovius’ cock prodded against my engorged lips. He shoved himself against my jiggling thighs as he toyed with me.

I breathed warm ragged air against his neck and face. “Please, Lord Ashfen, take me,” I begged. Another moan pinched out of me when his three fingers took a particularly deft touch inside.

His hand moved, falling out of my cunt, bringing strands of sticky arousal with it. Before the pang of loss and rush of cold air could make me seethe, he replaced his hand with the white-hot heat of his huge cock.

I groaned when he sank inside me. His arm tightened around my waist, just above my ass, to keep me upright.

Skar’s lithe body pressed against my gentler curves, squeezing between my large thighs. The muscles and hard bones of him matched perfectly with my shapely flesh, like we were meant to be merged together as one.

If I thought his fingers had been filling, then this was otherworldly. My mouth fell open as his size stretched me, bringing an orgasm wrenching through my body before he’d even plunged halfway inside me.

“Faithless save me, master,” I breathed in his ear.

He bounced me on his body, keeping that arm wrapped around like an iron band so I wouldn’t collapse. “I am your king, Sephania Lock, and you will be my queen. Understand?” He thrust into me hard, bottoming out and stuffing my insides in one go.

My eyes shot open. “Y-Yes, my king!”

The nobleblood railed me effortlessly, sliding my body on his long cock and forcing me to take every lovely inch of him. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin past his tunic.

The intensity of his movements mirrored Garroway’s from before. Neither of these two could hold back when it came to me.

The burgeoning sense of control I’d felt while crawling after him—a contrast I had never expected from my submissive state—flared even louder inside me.

I was the one causing these men to lose all command and decorum.

Even a nobleblood as refined and controlled and authoritative as Skartovius Ashfen.

The man I had first met during a shadowgala in this very mansion, fighting for my life for his leisure and pleasure. Now he fucked me raucously and took my life into his own hands.

My moans bounced off the walls, harder than my curvy body bounced on his. Another climax ripped through me, frightening me with its speed and depth. I found myself shaking, trembling, quivering.

Garroway added to the effect, staying on his hands and knees and prying his face between our connection. His tongue alternated between Skar’s balls and shaft and my drenched, filled pussy, eagerly lapping up the juices as his master pummeled me into submission and obedience.

I started to fall back, back, back—

And Skar came with me, never letting his cock withdraw from my cunt but slamming my spine against the wall instead.

A hanging painting dislodged and fell to my left, slipping from the wall. The frame shattered with a loud crash on the floor.

Skar slid his hands down the swell of my wide hips, pulling my body against him, searing his cock inside me until I could only feel him, only remember him, and everyone else was lost to me—even the lapping and nuzzling of Garroway’s face against my cunt between Skar’s legs.

The thrall enjoyed being battered by his master’s swinging sack, clapping into his forehead before rebounding up against my asshole with every violent thrust.

I screamed, my palms and ass flattening behind me against the wall, desperately trying to find something to ground me and give me purchase.

Skar took the opportunity to cup the backs of my thighs then my large ass. He lifted me effortlessly with the wall against my backside as leverage. My legs naturally coiled around his tapered middle, thighs falling on his hard hips and calves bouncing on his taut ass while he dominated me.

He leaned forward, bearing his fangs in a snarl while he railed into me. His sharp gold-flecked eyes yielded no argument and I simply nodded.

“Taste me, my king,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”

His sharp teeth punctured my skin just above my collar, a vacuum of pain and pleasure mingling as he drank his fill. The sensation made me gasp as lightning shot through my veins from my belly, billowing outward.

Garroway was beneath us, face upturned to take our dripping, drooling juices into his waiting mouth, drinking it all up like a faithful whore.

Skartovius slammed inside me once more with a bellow that reverberated over my skin, his cloak fluttering behind him. My belly jiggled as he hilted deep as he could go. I stared down in slack-jawed amazement as my stomach rippled from the way his scalding-hot cum filled me.

My eyes rolled back as I came for the umpteenth time, unable to control the battering ram from breaking down my walls and flooding me, even as he vacuumed the blood from my veins.

When he pulled out, a river of thick white followed, and of course Garro was there, waiting with an open mouth to accept his lord’s release.

Skar pulled his face back from my skin and slurped my Loreblood into his delectable, wicked mouth with a hazy shadow casting across his eyes.

He let go of my thighs and I slowly slid down the wall. He stood over me, arms crossed, cock throbbing in the air as if he wanted more from me—as if my blood had rejuvenated him and only made him more lustful.

But I was fucked stupid, mindless and boneless. Taking both of these vampires one after the other had destroyed my ability to think, move, or react.

Skar said, “You are a revelation, temptress. I knew I was not making a mistake with you.”

My wild eyes blinked, dewy from the sensations of my orgasm still latently pulsing through me. My tiredness didn’t stop me from parting my legs, and it didn’t stop Garroway from stuffing his head between my thighs to slurp at me.

Skar said, “That’s a good boy. Clean up your queen. And when you’re done, bring her to me and I will care for the rest of her.”

I blinked in awe. He began to walk away, and my brow furrowed, reality beginning to settle in. “W-Where are you going, my king?” I stammered, pained he would be leaving so quickly after what we’d just done.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Rest and sleep now, little temptress. There is something I must do.”

His words felt more like a command than a suggestion. Within seconds I felt my eyes getting droopy. Skar’s boots thudded as he left. They sounded far away.

Floating on a cloud of blissfulness, I rolled my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, drifting off to the soft sounds of Garroway licking me clean of his master’s essence.