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As a mortal, she had her expectations of getting married to a singular person and living out a relatively mundane life. If you told her she'd be here, married to two men, two vampire men, she'd laugh her ass off. Her laughs would've gotten louder if you told her she'd be sandwiched between them, naked, as they took their time exploring her body.
Well, life has a funny way of giving the unexpected.
She braced herself by locking her arms around Issac's neck as the two sets of nimble fingers explored her now nude body.
Mozart's fingers lightly caressed her folds, tickling her sensitive bud in the process. She gasped into the crook of Isaac's neck as he deftly played with her budding nipples. A flush of heat spread throughout her body with each stroke. This was too much, and they hadn't even done much of anything.
"Liebling, you're very excited."
Mozart teased as his fingers entered her, pumping at a languid pace. She tried stifling her moans into Issac's neck, but he tipped her chin to look him squarely in the eyes.
A tiny smirk crossed his lips. His free hand roamed down the front of her body, lightly teasing her breasts, stomach, until finally reaching the sensitive bud. Her body fell back, pressing herself against Mozart who used his free hand to lock her againt him.
A sensation of kisses up her neck as her hips moved in tandem with the set of hands in her core and on her bud had her gasping for dear life.
Oh god. She wasn't going to last long like this. Mozart pressed up against her back, her ass grinding against the bulge in his pants, him kissing her neck as Issac kissed up the other side.
It was too much. Her body was on fire. She's covered in sweat and the squelching between her legs isn't helping the sensation go down.
Her chants begging them to not stop paired with praises from them echoed in their ears, egging them to finish her off. Pinpricks of pain shot through both sides of her neck as a jolt shot up her core only for it to crash through her body like waves.
Both men nuzzled their respective sides of neck, alternating between gentle kisses and praises. She reached out for both men, running her hands through their hair.
They laid her down on the mattress, both men lying down opposite each other, appreciating the view of their wife's post orgasm bliss.
Mozart kissed her cheek. "You did well liebling, but we're only getting started."
She blinked. "There's more?"
"Darling…" Issac started as his fingers played with her hair "we're married now."
"We both want you…" Mozart raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently "separately."
She glanced between the two, hoping she wasn't hallucinating. Both men looked serious and sure of the stipulations.
"Right now?"
"Whenever you're ready to continue…if you want to that is." Issac reassured her as he fidgeted with her fingers.
"I want to."
Mozart stuck his fingers into her mouth. Moaning around his digits, Mozart let out a low growl. Her eyes met his crazed violets as she let his fingers free with a pop.
He frantically kissed her, tongue inserting itself in her as his fingers tangle into her hair, pulling on it ever so slightly, eliciting soft mewls out of her.
"Be a good girl and you'll come again soon, liebling." He breathed in between kisses.
Next thing she knew, her legs were spread apart and Mozarts mouth was on her, licking and sucking on her bud. Her hips ground down on the mouth below her and all he could do was grip her hips into submission.
Mozart's soft moans vibrated under her, sending shockwaves up her body. She looked down at him, eyes closed, concentrating on bringing her to the brink.
"Wolf." She breathed. His purple eyes, dilated, stared up at her. She gripped onto his hair, pulling him more into her. He groaned into her and the vibrations shot up her core as mewls escaped her lips. His tounge slipping through her folds, drinking up her essence. Her body twitched with each delicious move, as the grip on his hair tightened.
Taking the cue, Mozart moved to her sensitive bud, lightly sucking on it. Her thighs closed in around Mozart's head, locking him in her. However, he easily spread her legs apart before coming up for air, much to her dismay.
"Don't look at me like that. You'll get your reward soon enough." He chided as he took off his pants, staring at his fully erect penis, tip engorged and glistening in precum. He spread the precum across his tip, softly groaning at the sensation.
She took a look over to Issac, lightly stroking himself watching the display. The thought of taking both at once suddenly becoming more and more appealing in her heat induced thoughts.
Mozart grabbed her face, forcing her to face him. "He's going to have a turn. Focus on me."
The iron grip on her softened as Mozart kissed her. He slipped himself in between her folds, and she rocked herself on him, getting faster by the second. His groans against her lips egging her on. He was going to combust soon. He had to finish them both off.
"Wolf. Please." She whined, moving her hips hoping he'd slip into her. He pulled away for a moment, readjusted and slotted his full length into her. He started with slow thrusts before picking up the pace. She buried her face into his neck, trying to bury her moans. Mozart chuckled.
"Liebling…you're taking me so well." His hands began kneading her ass as her body twitched in response. The heat between her legs rose, becoming unbearable, her fingers digging into his back, hoping to find some release.
She buried her head into Mozart's neck, "please please please. I'm gonna…I'm gonna", she frantically mumbled as they began chasing their releases. A familiar coil unfurled in her and ebbed through her body, a shout of Wolf followed with an unfamiliar feeling of warmth filled her up.
Panting, his violet eyes stared at her flushed face, moving wet strands of hair away.
"Are you alright?"
"Yea. You?" She breathed.
"Like a dream."
They basked in the afterglow for a few moments before Mozart kissed her nose and rolled off to get her some water.
She turned over to Issac whose eyes were blown wide by the sight before him. A wet patch was clearly seen across his pants.
"Issac did you-?"
"No. Somehow. Miraculously." He blushed. "However I'm afraid I won't last very long after seeing that performance."
"It's fine. I need a moment to rest."
"We don't have to if you're ti-."
"No. I want to."
Mozart came back, gave her water and moved to clean up the mess in between her legs.
"Don't." A rising fire to her cheeks rose in heat with each word. "I, uh, want both in me…for tonight, at least."
Both men stared at her in complete shock at how innocently she managed to say that filthy sentence. She laid in bed with Mozart, checking in on him and joking around a bit with the two, waiting for her strength to come back.
She then climbed into Issac's clothed lap. His hands ran up and down her sides, fleeting touches electric against her skin.
"You've been ever so patient, sweet boy."
He mewled at the praise as her hands brought out his hard, weeping penis. She wrapped her fingers around his leaking member, smearing the bead of precum on his tip.
"Darling, please." He mewled as she pressed her thumb into him. She smiled at him, enjoying the way she was making him crumble. She figured he'd be sensitive, but never thought he'd be this sensitive.
Burying his face into her neck, he whined as she continued playing with him, fangs ghosting over her neck, teasing. His hands caressed her sides, grasping onto her hips when her fingers touched even more sensitive areas.
"Having fun?"
"As much as you, but I think I should return the favor tenfold."
Issac took one of her hands into his, kissing it before pushing her away from him. He took a look at her stiff nipples, a sheen of sweat glistening her skin and her pussy leaking on his erection. Gods. This was too erotic. If it wasn't for the fact Mozart was watching, he'd think he was dreaming.
"Enjoying the view?"
He couldn't bring himself to speak, all he could do was nod as she smiled. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she slid down on his penis until she bottomed out, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the sensation of his fullness in her.
Moaning at the warmth surrounding them, they Languidly rolled their hips against each other, as they shared fleeting kisses in between moans.
"Gods. You feel so good." Isaac whined in between kisses. 'However" He gripped her hips and topped them over on the mattress, pulling out of her in the process. "Its your turn to beg."
A whimper escaped her lips. His grip on her hips tightened, keeping her still. She had him pegged for a submissive but here he was on top of her, hungry, waiting for permission to devour her.
She looked over at Mozart, naked, eyeing her intently. Issac grabbed her face towards his.
"Ah, ah" He tutted "Look at me. He had his turn."
She nodded and tried wiggling her hips back onto him, but his iron grip on her made it impossible. A smirk crossed his lips as he stared at her feeble attempts to overpower him. Maybe when she gets her vampiric strength she can, but right now, she's his pretty little human.
He pressed the tip of his penis against her folds, soaking up her juices on himself. Delighted moans filled his ears and he almost caved but he soon paused. Tip barely grazing her hole.
"I wasn't joking, darling." He pushed himself a little more. "Beg."
He pressed his head a little more, just barely touching her hole before pulling out and doing it over again. Her glassy gaze met his blown out expression. He continued his agonizing ploy and it finally drove her to her wits end.
"Please fuck me so good. Please. Please."
A smug smile crossed his lips. "Good girl."
He fully sheathed himself in her. A whiny moan escaped his lips, indulging in the deeper warmth he settled into. He thrusted in her in earnest. Hands digging into her hips, controlling the intensity of his thrusts. Shaky breaths and soft moans filled the room.
The sensation of her pussy clenching on his erection was intoxicating. He tried to keep a steady pace, trying to prevent himself from ramming himself in her, but the sensations were driving him over the edge.
"Issac.. I'm gonna…" She began as her third and final orgasm ripped through her. Issac fucked her through the wave as he felt his end nearing.
"Darling, sweet girl. Gods." He breathed as he emptied himself in her. Ghosts of overstimulation overwhelmed her as he pumped himself dry before slipping out of her.
A shower of kisses rained on her face as she ran her fingers through his hair, basking in the afterglow. Her body felt like jelly, and all she wanted to do was go to sleep.
Just as she was beginning to nod off, Issac scooped her up in his arms. Mozart stripping the bed of its stained bedsheets and led the way to the thermae.
"Can't we do this in the morning?" She whined.
"No." The men answered in unison. "It's unsanitary to sleep in one's fluids," Mozart added.
"It's also to clean you up and make sure you can rest well." Issac reassured her.
Well, it's not like she can argue against getting pampered on her wedding night. Hopefully married life is more of this, especially after she turns into a vampire.