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They drink while they wait for the man to wake up; wine—red for Momo and Mina, white for Sana—and it goes down smooth as they gather by the little bar they had installed in the corner of their living room a couple of years ago.
Sana’s had two glasses by the time he stirs, groaning and mumbling. The taste of the alcohol sits pleasant on her tongue as she turns to look at him, but the sight of the fear in his eyes as he registers his surroundings is more delectable by far.
“Wh—what’s going on? Where am I?” He croaks out, then tries to move. The panic lining his face increases when he realises he can’t, hands and ankles bound, tied tight to a wooden chair in the middle of the room.
Sana places her glass down with a gentle clink and takes a step forward, drawing his attention.
“Ah, good; you’re awake.” She starts, ignoring his frantic questions. “Took you long enough,” she drawls, tone verging on disinterested, “we were starting to get bored.”
Momo snickers behind her. Sana hears Mina swat her arm fondly.
“What the fuck is this? Why am I—let me go!” The man yells, pulling hard against his restraints. His movements are jerky, edged with the type of terror Sana knows will make the kill all the more satisfying.
“Stop it.” She commands, sounding almost disappointed now. “You’re not going to get loose. My Mina tied you good and proper, isn’t that right, darling?”
She directs this last bit to the woman in question, words honeyed, though she doesn’t take her eyes off of the squirming man in the chair. Mina hums almost bashfully in agreement.
Sana narrows her eyes as he starts to thrash harder, a disappointed sigh leaving her lips.
“You fucking bitches!” He yells, and Sana’s nose wrinkles. “Let me go! Let me go, or I’ll—I’ll—“
“You’ll what?” Sana cuts his threat off, taking another step towards him, folding her arms across her chest. “Shout some more? Nobody can hear you, you know.”
It’s true. Their house, by design, is miles away from any others. It’s isolated, practically inaccessible to anybody but them, and backed by acres of wild woodland. A haven for their wilder nights—for their more intimate kills.
This fact doesn’t seem to deter the man, and he continues to yell and curse, trying fruitlessly to get free. Sana finds herself growing tired of his foul mouth.
“Be quiet.” She snaps, irritation oozing from her every pore. “Or I’ll have Momo break your jaw.”
He doesn’t heed her warning.
“You sick fucking assholes! I’ll kill you, I swear to God I’ll—“
Sana hisses. Her eyes flash. And then the man’s sentence devolves into an agonised scream as Momo darts forward, grips his jaw and wrenches.
The bones snap with a nauseating crunch under her palm, the break messy and reckless. It looks unpleasantly deformed as Momo steps back, something feral in her eyes; his chin now sits diagonal from his nose, and his upper and lower teeth seem to point in opposite directions.
He howls in pain, the sound primal and horrified. Even after all these years of killing, it should affect her, Sana thinks. Her stomach should roll, or maybe she should feel just an ounce of disgust at the sight of the injury. But all it does is feed the fire in her belly, make it burn hotter, brighter.
“Mina, baby,” she calls over her shoulder as the man continues to scream. Mina’s by her side in seconds, face open and eager, eyes glittering. So obedient, Sana muses as she lifts a hand to cup the girl’s cheek.
Mina leans into it almost mindlessly, nuzzling her palm and awaiting Sana’s instruction. The fire in Sana blazes.
“You’ve been so patient, my love,” she murmurs, stroking her thumb over Mina’s porcelain skin. “So good.”
Mina practically purrs.
“I think you should have the first taste, sweet girl. Don’t you agree, Momo?”
The delighted little hum Mina lets out would make Sana’s heart jump if it could. Sana smiles, fangs poking out as she feels Momo’s arms encircle her waist from behind.
“I do.” She rumbles, chin perched on Sana’s shoulder. She presses a lingering kiss there before nodding gently at Mina.
“Go on, angel.” She murmurs, tone utterly adoring. “You deserve it.”
Momo runs her nose up the length of Sana’s throat as Mina walks away, and Sana shivers at the touch but doesn’t tear her eyes away from their partner. Mina’s far too beautiful like this—hunger overtaking her features, soft mouth open to expose her fangs—and Sana refuses to miss a second of it.
“Go slow, pretty girl,” she calls out to her as Mina comes to a stop in front of the still-screaming man. She threads a hand up into Momo’s hair, pulling slightly to get her to put her mouth on her, sighing breathily when she finally does.
Mina nods distractedly, eyes darting over the man as she ponders where to start. He’s shaking now, pure terror written clear as day across his features, and Sana grins weakly at the sight of it as Momo starts sucking and nipping at the skin of her neck. Her hand tightens just so in the younger vampire’s hair, and the low, muted sound of pleasure it earns makes her feel almost dizzy.
Mina seems to decide a moment later, and she sinks to her knees beside the man. With a careful hand, she rips the rope binding his left arm to the chair, before bringing his wrist to her face.
He tries to struggle, attempts to wrench his arm away as it finally dawns on him what’s happening—what they are, what they’re going to do to him—but it’s entirely futile. Mina’s much too strong, and her iron grip on his arm never loosens as she bares her teeth, hisses low, and then bites down.
Sana’s whole body twitches with electrified desire as Mina’s fangs slide deep into his flesh. He howls in pain and horror, and Momo makes a sound halfway between a chuckle and a breathy groan against Sana’s throat, fingers flexing on her waist.
Mina drinks with an impressive amount of restraint at first. Her form is still as a statue as she takes the blood, not moving an inch as the man thrashes frantically. But then, almost like a switch gets flicked, her resolve breaks; she grips tighter, makes a ravenous, growling sound, almost doubles over as she loses her self control.
It’s messy, it’s desperate, it’s animal. Blood slides down her chin, eyes black with frenzied hunger as she succumbs to her base instincts.
Sana’s never seen anything so magnificent.
When Mina pulls away, Sana’s breath catches. She looks wild, looks dangerous as she gets to her feet, tongue tracing the point of one fang to catch the crimson there. When she turns her back to the man—now sobbing—and faces her and Momo, Sana feels herself fall in love all over again
Her hands settle at the nape of Mina’s neck as she comes to stand in front of her, drawing her forwards, into her personal space.
This close, Mina’s even more perfect. Feral joy glinting in her pitch-dark eyes, blood dripping from her mouth, coating the lower half of her face. Sana reaches up to thumb at the crimson on her bottom lip. The soft pink beneath her touch gives easy, and Sana shudders with want as the tip of her thumb dips into Mina’s mouth.
“Such a messy eater, baby,” she coos, feeling Momo disentangle from her. Mina whimpers. Leans forward to take more of Sana’s thumb into her mouth, closes her lips and sucks and Sana nearly falls to her fucking knees.
Behind them, she can hear Momo moving towards the man, the way he pleads and yells and cries as she gets closer, but Sana can’t take her eyes off Mina. She’s hypnotised by the sight of her, mesmerised by the feel of her tongue wrapping around her thumb.
The low wet pop it makes when she pulls her hand back is addicting, but more so is the way Mina whines at its absence. Lightning shoots down Sana’s spine, and she tugs Mina forwards, kissing her fierce and desperate, swallowing her moan.
The blood still sticking to Mina’s mouth coats Sana’s tongue with its iron taste, mixing delectably with Mina’s familiar one, making Sana nearly incoherent with need. She groans, nails digging into the back of Mina’s neck, pressing up against her like she’s trying to merge their non-existent souls together.
Another scream pierces the air, and Sana suspects Momo’s just started feeding, but she can’t bear to pull away and check. Mina’s hands have found her waist now, holding Sana like she’s something Mina still can’t quite believe she gets to have, and Sana’s head spins deliriously with it.
They don’t part until Momo materialises next to them, somehow even bloodier than Mina. Sana drags her gaze over her as she pants for breath, relishing in the red that drips from Momo’s chin, her teeth, her hands. She looks lethal, and Sana’s every nerve burns with desire.
“Your turn.” Momo drawls, smirking and exposing blood-stained teeth. Sana grins right back, her own hunger making itself known in the pit of her stomach. Momo jerks her head over to the man in encouragement, and Sana passes Mina off to her, watching with heated exhilaration as they clash in a sloppy kiss before walking away.
Tears are streaming down the man’s ashen face by now, and Sana feels a vicious sort of delight spark in her veins at the sight. Mina’s bite mark shines crimson on his wrist, and there’s practically a chunk taken out of his shoulder—Momo’s handiwork, no doubt. Sana grins, fangs extending.
He tries to speak as she settles behind him, but his mangled jaw distorts the words into nothing more but gruesome noises of distress. Sana places her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails into the edge of the wound Momo left just to hear him scream.
“You’re going to die now.” Sana whispers directly into his ear, words brooking no argument. A sob shakes his form.
Sana lifts her eyes for a moment, gaze catching on Mina and Momo locked in a filthy, bloody embrace. She watches as Momo slides her hands under Mina’s shirt, hears the desperate moan Mina lets out into her mouth as her chest is palmed. Sana’s fingers twitch with need, pulling at the raw flesh of the bite on the man’s shoulder. He trembles in pain.
“I want you to know something, before I kill you.” She hisses, gums starting to ache with hunger. “I want you to know that this is mercy. Nothing we’ve done to you tonight has been anything close to what you truly deserve. Scum like you should rot, should exist in tortured agony for all eternity.”
His cries pitch up in desperation. He thrashes harder. Sana’s eyes blacken.
“Death is a kinder fate than you’ve earned. So yes, this is mercy. Do not forget that.” She murmurs, tone deadly, and then finally, finally, sinks her teeth into the soft flesh of his neck.
Sana groans as she drinks, the relief the blood provides making her whole body loosen. He tastes a little bitter, and Sana thinks it’s rather fitting; his last contribution to this world, the acrid blood sliding down her throat.
She feeds until his cries weaken, until his thrashing turns to pitiful twitching, then draws her mouth back with a panting gasp. Frenzied, her eyes snap to her partners, finding them already staring back at her.
“Together.” She snarls, the single word enough for her meaning to be understood, and the two of them dart over obediently. Sana grins, feral and wild, and then three of them descend on the man’s dying body.
Guttural growls and the sounds of tearing flesh fill the air as they finish the job, feeding until there’s nothing left—until the man’s skin turns sickly grey and he goes limp; dead.
Mina pulls away first, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and Sana and Momo follow soon after. The space between them all buzzes with something sinful as they stand there, dark-eyed and drenched in blood.
It takes all of a second for the tension to snap.
Sana and Momo pounce at the same time, and Mina ends up pressed between them, mewling delightfully as her skin is ravaged by two sets of lips and teeth. Her hands tangle in their hair, and Sana growls low and heated at the slight pull she garners when she nips at the space where Mina’s neck meets her shoulder.
Sana’s fingers curl in the hem of Mina’s shirt as she laves her tongue over the dip of her collarbone. She gives a warning tug at the fabric.
“Off.” She demands, throaty and shameless. “Now.”
Mina complies immediately, half-ripping the garment over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up. Momo groans, bloodied hands quickly moving to explore the planes of her exposed stomach. Sana’s breath catches at the sight—all that pale skin, the muscles rippling underneath it, Momo’s eager fingers stroking and sliding, smearing crimson as she goes.
“You—ah—you too.” Mina gasps out as Momo’s hands once again find her chest, cupping and squeezing. Sana does as she says, pulling her own shirt off and discarding it somewhere on the floor. She revels in the way Mina’s eyes fall hungrily to her breasts, encased in a deep red bra she knows makes her look irresistible.
“Momo,” she calls to the girl currently rolling Mina’s nipples between her fingers, “you as well.”
The younger vampire groans in protest at having to take her hands off Mina, but she obeys nonetheless. She fiddles with the buttons of her shirt for all of two seconds before getting frustrated and ripping the material, shredding the item and letting the strips flutter to the ground. Her proud smirk afterwards makes Sana want to devour her.
She’s not entirely sure how it happens after that—too much of a blur of skin and heat and want—but the three of them end up on the floor. Mina’s still sandwiched between them as they kneel, all of them naked now, and she’s starting to get desperate.
Momo’s got one hand under her jaw, holding her head up as she bites into the skin of her neck, leaving angry red marks behind. Sana’s head is ducked, her mouth teasing at a hard nipple as her hand tugs gently at the other, and Mina’s making the most wonderful noises. Sana’s head spins with it all as another choked moan echoes from above where she’s enjoying herself.
“You sound so good, angel.” Momo purrs before taking Mina’s earlobe between her teeth. Mina’s hips jerk. Momo continues, voice molten. “So pretty, so gorgeous when you’re needy like this.”
“You want something, baby?” Sana chimes in, saccharine sweet. She sucks a bruise into the top of Mina’s breast. “Want us to touch you?”
Mina nods almost frantically, and Sana can’t help but chuckle low and fond.
“Ask nicely then.” She coos, and Mina’s broken whine is music to her ears.
“Please—“ she starts, voice a shaky, begging thing. Momo cuts her off by tightening the hand on her jaw and Mina groans desperately.
“Please what, pretty girl?” Sana drawls.
“Please…touch me, Sana, please touch me.”
Sana may be undead. She may be inhumanly strong. But the sound of Mina’s voice, whiny and raspy and so fucking needy, has her crumbling like a house of cards in a hurricane.
Mina’s so wet she’s practically dripping onto the floor below them, and the first slide of Sana’s fingers through her folds has her keening. Her head drops backwards onto Momo’s shoulder as Sana takes her time reacquainting herself with the heat between her legs; Sana feels feverish with desire at the sight.
Part of her wants to tease, wants to draw this out as long as she can—stroke and caress and edge to see if she can make Mina cry all desperate and pretty. It’s a delicious thought; Mina always sounds best when she’s sobbing Sana’s name. But that would require control, restraint, patience that Sana absolutely does not have right now. Not with Momo mouthing filth into the skin below Mina’s ear, not with Mina’s hips twitching seemingly uncontrollably.
So, Sana relents. She glides her fingers upwards until the pads of her index and middle are pressing onto the hood of Mina’s clit, starting slow but firm circles. Mina practically chokes, an electrified moan ripping from her throat, and Sana gorges herself on the sight of Mina’s pleasure.
“Does that feel good, baby?” She asks, honey-sweet and half-condescending, her other hand gripping Mina’s hip hard enough to bruise. Mina responds with a pathetic little whimper and Sana chuckles.
Momo growls, moving to grab a fistful of Mina’s hair, forcing her head upright.
“Answer her,” she growls, cutting off Mina’s gasp. “Use your words.”
“It—fuck, it—ngh—feels so good, feels so fucking good.” Mina mewls out, tone pitching up when Sana presses her fingers against her a little harder.
“Yeah?” Sana coos, just to watch Mina nod frantically, then slides her fingers down, resting them at Mina’s entrance. “You want more? Want me to fuck you open, Minari?”
The noise Mina lets out at that is absolutely ungodly, and Sana’s whole body shivers with it. Then, after a confirming nod from the trembling girl in hers and Momo’s arms, Sana’s fingers sink inside.
The three of them moan in unison—Mina at the feeling of being filled, Sana at the warmth and wetness that surrounds her digits, Momo at the filthy, debauched sight of it all. Mina’s absolutely soaked, and Sana can’t tell whether it’s from her and Momo, the excitement of the fresh kill, or a combination of the two, but she really couldn’t care less as she starts up a gentle rhythmn of in and out that has Mina’s eyelids fluttering.
Sana can’t stop herself from crowding into Mina’s space then, mouthing sloppily at her neck, licking at the blood still clinging to the skin there as her fingers work inside of her, curling and pressing into her front wall on every thrust. The middle knuckle of her thumb brushes Mina’s clit in a steady rhythmn as she fucks into her, and the sounds it’s drawing out of the girl are nothing short of exquisite.
“Look at you, angel,” Momo murmurs, molded to Mina’s back, “taking Satang so well. Such a good little slut for us, hm?”
The words are meant for Mina, but they send sparks shooting down Sana’s spine all the same. Momo’s particular mix of praise and degradation never fails to make her a dripping mess, and if that’s true for her, it’s even more so for Mina, who groans and nods dumbly, hips jerking down, fucking herself onto Sana’s fingers.
Sana picks up the pace, adds her thumb into the mix, pressing it into Mina’s clit firm and intentional. She’s panting against Mina’s throat now, the scent of the blood there making her go fucking insane, so turned on by all of this she can barely keep herself functioning.
Mina’s moans pitch upwards after a few more minutes of this, and Sana can feel her clenching hard around her fingers.
“Close, I—ah, I’m close.” She whimpers, whole body trembling as her release begins to creep up on her.
“Yeah? You gonna come, baby?” Momo practically taunts into her ear, leaning down to bite harshly at Mina’s shoulder before continuing. “Gonna make a mess for us?”
Mina nods with a strangled gasp, her hand in Sana’s hair tightening. The pain is dizzyingly good, and it prompts Sana to drive her fingers in harder, hammering against that one spot inside Mina that has her nearly choking on air.
She’s right there, Sana knows she is—she can feel it in the way Mina’s walls flutter around her, see it in the way her eyes start to roll back—so she leans upwards, sucks Mina’s earlobe between her teeth before whispering directly into her ear, voice a deadly-sweet coo.
“Be a good girl and come for us, Mina.”
The orgasm forces a throaty cry from Mina’s lips as her body locks up, every muscle going rigid as she’s thrown over the edge. Sana works her through it, making sure to keep thrusting her fingers, wanting Mina to feel every last burning drop of it.
Momo holds Mina steady as she starts to come down, shaking and twitching and making the softest little noises. Sana slows her movements, coming to a stop when it’s clear Mina’s done.
She draws her fingers free as Mina’s head drops to rest on her shoulder. The younger vampire is panting raggedly, still twitching a little with aftershocks, and Sana can’t help but feel a dark sense of pride at having caused her ruined state.
“Did so well for us, angel,” Momo murmurs into Mina’s ear, now tracing soothing patterns into her abdomen. Sana can feel Mina’s lazy smile against her, and it makes her chest glow with a fond kind of warmth.
It’s a ridiculously tender moment; entirely antithetical to their surroundings. The three of them are utterly drenched in blood, they’ve just killed somebody and the corpse still sits only a few feet away. But none of that matters as Sana presses a gentle kiss to Mina’s temple, as Momo continues to mutter praise in her ear. All that registers is this: the two women Sana’s lucky enough to call hers, the three of them intertwined on the soft-carpeted floor.
She’d be perfectly happy to sit in the loving quiet like that forever—just stroking Mina’s back, relishing in the press of bare skin together—but, evidently, somebody else disagrees.
Sana smirks.
“Needy, Momoring?” She lilts, and Momo scoffs like Sana hasn’t just watched her try to grind herself against the back of Mina’s thigh.
Subtlety never was one of her strengths.
“Shut up,” Momo grumbles, still moving her hips along the length of muscle pressed between her legs. “That—you two are just hot, ok?” She groans, hands gripping Mina’s hips for something to guide her rocking. “Sue me for being turned on by my own girlfriends.”
Sana huffs a laugh through her nose, and Mina giggles light and bashful.
“So, what? You’re gonna get yourself off humping Minari’s leg?” Sana teases, words threaded with condescension. “Gonna make yourself come like a desperate fucking whore?”
Momo’s breath hitches but she doesn’t stop moving and Sana throbs.
She turns her eyes to Mina, cupping the younger vampire’s chin in a crimson-streaked hand, thumbing at her jaw. Blood drags along the line of it like some kind of fucked-up highlighter, and Sana’s mouth waters.
“You wanna help her, baby?” She asks—entirely rhetorical. If there’s one thing Mina loves almost as much as Sana and Momo, it’s getting to be between their thighs. Sana’s pretty sure the girl would live there if she could, and Mina’s eager nod at her question only reinforces the thought.
“See that, Momo?” She calls to her other partner, still grinding against Mina’s leg. “She wants to make you feel good. Now, which would you prefer? Do you wanna come riding her thigh like a bitch in heat, or do you want her to eat you out?”
The speed at which Momo moves then is almost comical, and Sana would laugh if it weren’t for how eager she is too.
Momo winds up on her back, Mina pressed into her from above as Sana props herself up on her elbow just beside them. She devours the sight of the two of them kissing—messy, hungry, wet—as if it were a better meal than the man whose body still sits behind them all.
Mina wastes no time in making her way down Momo’s body, pausing every now and then to suck a mark into her skin—something that has Momo writhing every time. When she reaches Momo’s core, she settles herself on her stomach, reaching her arms under Momo’s thighs to hook them over her shoulder. And then, she waits.
Fuck, she’s such a good girl.
Momo groans impatiently.
“Be nice, baby,” Sana admonishes, even though Mina’s only stopped because she’s awaiting Sana’s orders, fully trained into complete submission after all these years, practically conditioned into not being able to think for herself when the three of them get intimate like this.
“Don’t tease her,” she continues, and Momo whines in agreement, hips bucking just slightly. “Eat.”
Mina complies with ravenous hunger, ducking her head and dragging her tongue through where Momo’s soaked and wanting. Momo’s resulting gasp has Sana’s stomach lurching pleasantly.
She has half a mind to reach down and touch herself as Mina really gets into it, licking and sucking at Momo’s cunt like she’s trying to worship and ruin it all at once. She’d have no trouble coming; Mina looks utterly debauched with Momo’s hands tangled in her hair, and Momo sounds like heaven. In fact, she can feel herself clenching around nothing as she watches them, clit pulsing in time to Mina’s wet slurps.
But where would be the fun in that?, she thinks as Momo’s heels dig into Mina’s back. Why would she do it herself when she has two perfect girls to do it for her? So, she contents herself with reaching out to knead at Momo’s breast, feeling the hard nipple brush her palm as she thinks of all the ways she wants to be ruined.
As worked up as she must have been after helping to get Mina off, Momo doesn’t take long to start shaking, thighs clamping around Mina’s ears. If she needed to breathe, Sana might be a little worried, but as it is, she relishes the sight of Mina so lost in her task.
“Fuck—fuck—I…I’m gonna—“ Momo chokes out, head thudding back against the floor as Mina works her apart.
“You hear that, sweetheart?” Sana murmurs, tweaking Momo’s nipple almost absent-minded as she watches Mina lap at her clit. “You’re gonna make her come. Do you want that? Want her to come all over your tongue?”
Mina nods earnestly with a mouthful of pussy, and Sana feels the strangest combination of endeared and aroused. She drags her nails down Momo’s front, leaving raised red lines in their wake, and the pain has Momo’s back arching, pushing her cunt harder against Mina’s face.
She comes with a shout moments later, thighs squeezing around Mina’s head, hands pushing her face further into her as she trembles through it. Sana strokes firm patterns into her abdomen to ground her, watching in awe as Momo convulses.
Mina eases her through it, slowing the pace of her tongue before eventually stopping when Momo starts to whine with oversensitivity. When she pulls back, Sana can’t help but moan softly at the sight of her. She looks ruined; hair a dishevelled mess from where Momo had been pulling at it, mouth and chin drenched, that heated, pussy-drunk look in her eyes.
She’s so beautiful. It’s all Sana can do to tug her into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. She whimpers at the taste of Momo being shared between their eager tongues, dizzy with arousal, the pulse between her thighs nearly impossible to ignore.
“Shit, baby, that was incredible,” Momo breathes out, chest heaving. Sana pulls back from a bashful, grinning Mina to pin her with a sickly sweet look.
“Yeah?” She coos, reaching a hand out to trace her nails over Momo’s thigh. “She fucked you good, Momoring?”
Momo nods, panting. Sana aches.
Mina begins to mouth at her neck as Momo sits up, joining their tangle of limbs. Sana’s eyelids flutter as Momo takes her hip in hand, squeezing tight.
“She did so well. She’s such a good girl.” Momo mutters, eyes on Sana, and Mina keens against Sana’s throat at being spoken about like she’s not even there. Sana smiles. Adorable.
“She is,” Sana murmurs as Momo moves closer, nose brushing hers, “our good girl.”
Momo hums in agreement, the sound low and throaty. Sana’s thighs clench together almost involuntarily.
“Mina, sweetheart,” she calls, not taking her eyes off Sana’s. Sana’s breath catches when Momo’s nails dig into her hip. “It’s Sana’s turn.” Sana shudders. “Would you run upstairs and grab the strap please? I wanna see her take my cock.”
Momo says it like it she’s asking Mina to pass the salt at the dinner table, like they’re discussing something entirely mundane instead of how she’s planning to utterly wreck her, and Sana’s not entirely sure she doesn’t come then and there.
Ever obedient, Mina does as she’s told, and the second she leaves the room, Momo pounces.
Sana finds herself on her back, Momo’s weight pressing down on her, caging her in as she kisses her, licking into her mouth dirty and rough. She groans, whole body on fire, and tangles her hands in Momo’s hair.
Mina returns barely a minute later, still naked, pale skin still covered in blood, and Momo releases Sana just long enough to take the strap from her, pulling it on and tightening it with practised ease. Sana lifts herself onto her elbows to watch, so wet she’s sure she’s making a mess on the carpet.
Momo’s back on top of her in a flash, mouth finding her neck as Sana throws her head back. The toy now jutting from Momo’s hips brushes against the inside of her thighs, and she feels delirious with the need to have it stretching her open.
Mina lies beside them, watching as Momo bites harshly into Sana’s throat. A guttural groan leaves Sana’s lips, and she tugs Momo’s hair hard in retaliation.
It’s often like this between them. Whilst they may be relatively soft with Mina, sex between the two of them is nasty, rough; a constant battle for power and dominance that usually leaves them both scratched and bruised and ruined.
Sana loves it.
Momo grinds forward teasingly, and the tip of the toy catches on Sana’s clit. Her hips jerk as she chokes on a moan. Momo does it again, and Sana feels her smug smirk pressed against her collarbone. She huffs.
“Stop fucking around,” she growls, yanking on Momo’s hair to pull her head back. She glares up at her, eyes black with want, frustration and need. Momo’s grin turns even more insufferable.
“You’re so impatient.” She rolls her hips again. Sana could throttle her. “What, you need me that bad? Need to be fucked dumb on my cock?”
Instead of responding with more scathing words, Sana decides she’s had enough. She’s let Momo have her fun, let her pretend she’s in charge. But now she wants her cunt full, and she wants Momo to shut the fuck up about it.
Momo’s eyes widen as Sana flips them, a triumphant grin dancing across her teeth as she watches the younger vampire’s lips part in pathetic surprise. She settles herself in Momo’s lap, then grabs Momo’s jaw and yanks her upright. She purrs delightedly at the pained little whimper that leaves her lips, and Mina echoes the sound beside them. Sana wouldn’t be surprised if she’s touching herself, but she can’t pull her eyes away from Momo to check.
“Such a dirty mouth, baby,” Sana drawls as she digs her nails into Momo’s jaw, tone dripping sweetened venom. Her thumb moves to press on the seam of Momo’s lips, and her whole body blazes with heat as her mouth opens, taking her thumb in and letting it press down on her tongue.
“You talk a big game for someone so pathetic,” she continues, pushing her thumb further into her mouth. Momo whines, any hint of dominance or control flying out of her body under Sana’s piercing stare and poisoned words. She’s always been so weak for degradation. Mina moans next to them—she’s definitely touching herself—and Sana goes dizzy with power.
She draws her thumb free, tilting her head down at the needy vampire beneath her as she begins to grind herself down on the toy bobbing between them. Momo’s hands grip her waist hard, and Sana chuckles breathlessly.
“And you wanted to call me impatient?” She tuts, shaking her head almost mockingly. “Stupid baby can’t think about anything but getting her dick wet, huh?”
Momo groans helplessly, head falling forwards against Sana’s chest, and just like that, she’s won. Sana bares her teeth in a predatorial grin, the control she has over both her and Mina washing over in intoxicating waves, making her head spin.
She tangles her hands in Momo’s hair again and pulls her head up. Momo makes a strangled little sound of want, and Sana’s pussy clenches around nothing at the mindless, needy look in her eyes.
“I’m gonna be generous and let you fuck me,” she starts, lifting herself up on her knees so that the toy rests against her entrance. “But only because I want it.” Her tone is hard, eyes glittering with condescension. Momo moans like she’s in heaven and hell at the same time.
“Now be a good girl and let me use you, hm?” Sana bites out, and then sinks down onto the toy.
A gasp is punched out of her as she takes the first few inches. Jesus, it feels so fucking good. The silicone drags along her walls, stretching her just right, and pleasure races up her spine like a lightning strike.
She lifts up and then drops down a little more, and hisses at the dull burn. Momo clutches her hips like she’s holding on for dear life, and Sana’s vaguely thankful for it as the toy takes away her ability to think altogether.
The last few inches slide into her as she seats herself fully in Momo’s lap, and the sound she makes is nothing short of primal. Fuck. She’s so fucking full, the toy practically splitting her open, every movement causing it to bump against that one spot inside of her that makes her see stars. It’s perfect.
“Oh fuck,” she chokes out, mouth hanging open in pleasure. Her hands have found Momo’s shoulders, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drawing blood with how hard she’s holding on. “Fuck, Momo, fuck.”
“Yeah?” Momo gets out, just as breathless as she is. “Is that—is that good?”
Jesus, she sounds wrecked. Any semblance of that smug, dominant persona has been torn to shreds, and in the wake of it is this: Momo, dumb with want, staring up at Sana like she created the universe with a wave of her hand. Sana feels feral.
She nods, and then starts to move. Immediately the pleasure increases, burning through her body almost blindingly as she starts to rock her hips, lifting herself just a little just to drop back down, circling and grinding as she goes.
“So—ah—so fucking good, baby, shit. You feel so—so perfect inside of me.”
Momo whines, Sana moans and Mina mewls next to them, and all of it is so fucking hot that Sana feels like she might actually be losing her mind.
She loses herself like that for…god, she doesn’t even know how long. All that registers are the noises her girls are making, the grip of Momo’s hands on her hips, and the feel of the toy thrusting in and out of her. Her head is foggy with an overwhelming kind of bliss, and she feels so fucking good she could cry.
It doesn’t take her long to feel that familiar knot starting to tighten in her stomach. She’s so full, Momo and Mina sound like goddesses surrounding her, and her skin feels like it’s on fire. She quickens her pace, riding Momo harder as her breaths turn to panting gasps.
“You’re so beautiful, Sana,” Momo whispers up to her, words reverent but tone filthy. The dichotomy makes Sana clench around the toy, and all of a sudden she’s right there.
“Fuck, oh fuck, I—I’m close,” she stutters out, hips working harder, faster. Her nails are scratching down Momo’s back now, surely leaving bloodied lines in their wake, but it only seems to spur the other vampire on. Her hips start to buck up, forcing the toy deeper into Sana, and she cries out as her eyes start to roll back.
Beside them, she hears Mina reaching her release, whining high-pitched and drawn-out as she comes on her own fingers. It pushes Sana closer to her own peak, and she drops her head to rest on Momo’s shoulder, hips still moving frantically.
“Momo—ah—harder, fuck, harder,” she pleads into the other girl’s shoulder, then practically howls in pleasure when she complies, fucking up into Sana with more force and speed.
“You’re taking her so well,” Mina’s voice suddenly coos in Sana’s ear and she jerks hard. The other girl, recovered from her orgasm, is now pressed up against Sana’s back, hands resting just above Momo’s on her waist. “You look so good full of Momo’s cock, so pretty.”
Sana’s jaw slackens as the words smack into her like a truck. She’s always been a sucker for compliments on her looks, and when they’re whispered like this, dirty and loving while Momo fucks her open, they hit like the hardest of drugs.
“Mina…Momo, I—I—“
“Shh, angel,” Momo murmurs, cutting her off, leaning forwards to press a kiss between Sana’s breasts. “We’ve got you.”
For all her dominance, all her control, she’s reduced to nothing but need when the two of them have her like this. She doesn’t care that she’s lost the upper hand, doesn’t give a shit that she’s babbling and gasping like a fucked-out mess. She just needs to come, needs to fall apart in between the two people she loves more than anything in the entire world, and she needs it now.
Her thighs are just starting to tense up when Mina’s hand snakes down, pressing two fingers firmly onto her clit. Sana chokes, the pressure explosively good, then loses control entirely when Mina starts to rub hard little circles.
“Oh my god, oh my god, I—oh my fucking god,” she rambles, her release so close she can practically taste it. Momo keeps her pace, thrusting up and burying the toy deep inside of her, before pulling back and doing it again. Mina’s fingers on her clit maintain that maddening pressure, and Sana dangles over the edge, hanging on by the thinnest of threads.
“Come for us, Sana,” Momo murmurs, gazing up at her heated and pleading.
“We’ve been so good for you,” Mina adds, then nips at Sana’s earlobe. “Won’t you come for us?”
Momo fucks into her hard, Mina rubs her clit a little faster, and the thread holding Sana back from the fall snaps.
The orgasm burns through her like a wildfire, setting every nerve ablaze, lighting up every cell of her body. The air is forced out of her as she cries out into Momo’s shoulder, nails breaking the skin of the younger vampire’s back as she’s completely overwhelmed by the force of her release. Mina’s still rubbing her clit, she’s clenching hard around the toy now buried deep inside of her, and Sana can’t fucking breathe.
It goes on for a while, waves of sharp, blinding pleasure rocking her as she spasms in between them. Eventually though, it begins to taper off, and she collapses, panting, pressed against the both of them.
Momo kisses gently at her chest whilst Mina rubs her hips and noses at her cheek, and Sana basks in it as she catches her breath. She feels so adored in this moment, so unbelievably held and worshipped and loved that it makes her unbeating heart swell almost painfully.
“You ok?” Momo asks after a second, voice gravelly but sweet. Sana sucks in a grounding breath and nods, smiling lazy and satisfied.
“Yeah. That was…really fucking good.”
Mina chuckles and Momo grins proudly and Sana loves them both so much she feels she might actually explode.
Mina lifts her up so Momo can pull out, and the emptiness makes her whine. Mina soothes her, laying her down and cuddling close as Momo pulls the harness off, chucking it to the side somewhere. She joins them the moment she’s free, and the three of them sigh almost in unison in the afterglow.
Sana is exhausted. She’s sore, wrecked, sweaty, still bloody, but she’s also impossibly happy. Here, in between the two women she loves most, she feels like the luckiest person on the planet.
“We need to clean up.” Mina murmurs, nuzzling her face against Sana’s chest. She’s right—the living room looks like something out of a horror movie. There’s blood everywhere, and a corpse still tied to the chair a few feet away. They’ll need to dispose of the body, and probably burn the rug they’re currently lying on.
But Sana’s too comfortable to think about any of that right now. With Mina on one side and Momo on the other, bare skin pressed to bare skin, heat and warmth and love tethering them to one another, she can’t bring herself to move.
“Later,” Momo grumbles, winding her arm around Sana’s waist. Mina sighs fondly. Sana loves them both so much it’d be more than enough to live on.
“Later,” she echoes, and presses a kiss to Mina’s forehead.