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Perhaps the most interesting and useful thing one should know about vampires is their ability to regenerate. Of course, that is to say, they couldn’t grow back an arm or a leg if it was taken from them, but they could, in fact, regenerate the small things and re-attach the limb to where it was lost. Eyes, ears, fingers and toes- all of which could be re-grown given enough time. Fangs were no exception.
It was an odd request, he knew, to ask a vampire to give up their fangs; but in order to appease this strange Shaman’s request, Lamont Toucey had to get them, and there were no two vampires he trusted more than the ones he’d had dealings with in the past.
Finas and Casimiro were, of course, quite skeptical. Understandably so, since without their fangs they wouldn’t be able to feast for a good long while until they came back, and without blood they would be weak. Defenseless against any mysophobic vampire hunter that may have come their way during the absence of their fangs.
“How’re we supposed to eat, huh?” Casimiro had accused as Finas watched the exchange solemnly. “We’ll be weak and vulnerable; how do you expect us to survive?”
“Blood packets.” Was his solution, scrapped out between a fit of nervous giggles. “I can supply them to you till your fangs grow back.”
The two vampires had exchanged skeptical glances then, unsure if they were able to trust this man who dealt solely in shady dealings. They seemed to be debating mentally, judging what the other thought from glances shared and lost as they attempted to reach a suitable conclusion. Eventually they turned from their deliberations, and once again Casimiro took the initiative to explain their decision.
“We’ll hold you responsible if anything goes wrong, Toucey.”
Lamont chuckled, but nodded his head in agreement.
“Of course.”
Then, with much reluctance, the vampires gave up their fangs. Of course it was no easy process, and it was obvious the two had been in great pain during the extraction, but they had endured, and for that Lamont was grateful.
Casimiro tongued at the toothless gaps all the while Lamont promised and assured him that he’d be back with the money and blood packets he was to owe them, fleeing the scene quickly to pass off the supposed ingredients for the Shaman who’d recruited him.
The two vampires were left scowling and shrugging, drifting back into their lair to wait for their supplier to return with sustenance.
Lamont made sure to drop by during the day, slipping into their apartment with the key they’d left him in order to avoid any confrontation or overall grouchiness due to the loss of their fangs he may have encountered otherwise. He deposited the blood packets he’d ordinarily give to Worth in their fridge and left hurriedly in order to fulfill his other duties.
Truth be told, he hoped he had no need to make dealings with Casimiro and Finas anytime soon. It wasn’t that he was afraid of them, but rather, just unsure if they’d be quite so willing to deal with him as they had been before. He’d taken something personal from them, something essential to their survival, and he doubted if they’d agree to help him any further.
With his delivery in tow for that day’s rounds, he stepped into the two vampires’ apartment with comfortable familiarity, making to deposit their blood packets for that day when he heard shuffling. He turned around just in time to see Casimiro shutting and bolting their door, leaning against the wall with a smirk in place that showed off his newly grown fangs as they gleamed in the fluorescent light.
“Long time no see, Lamont. How’ve you been?”
“Oh, hehe, hello there, Casimiro. Well enough, I suppose. Haha, I uh, see you’ve healed up nicely.” Lamont recited through his nervous laughter, a creeping sense of dread slowly worming its way up his spine.
Dealing with vampires was dangerous; how many times had Worth told him that?
Here Casimiro smirked, getting up off the wall to advance upon Lamont with a broad grin stretching his face as he approached.
“Oh, yes. Here, see for yourself.” He opened his mouth wide, showing off the sharp fangs that had grown in since Lamont had seen him last. “Vicious little buggers, aren’t they?”
“Hehehe, oh, yeah. Absolutely. You’re ah, up early I see.”
“Heard someone creeping in the kitchen, thought I’d come have a look.” With cat-like grace, he managed to coax Lamont into a corner tucked away beside the refrigerator, staring down at him with predatory eyes. “Whatcha doin’, Monty?”
“Just dropping off some blood, ehehe, though it seems you may not need it anymore.” Lamont glanced around, scanning and planning a possible escape route as he felt his back press up against the wall.
“Nope. Keep your nasty, plastic-y shit; we’ve grown sick of it.”
“Language, Casimiro.”
As the second vampire of the household made himself known- crisp, English accent flowing through the air- Lamont felt all hope of escape leave him. Between the two of them, there was no way he could dash by Casimiro and bolt for the door. It wasn’t that he felt threatened to have this sudden need for escape, but rather the sinking sense of dread that wormed through him instilled upon him an unsure fragment of fear as to what the vampires had in store for him.
For surely they were up to something, else Casimiro may not have felt the urge to lock the door so securely.
“Ah, hello, Finas. Pleasure seeing you again, hehe.”
Finas raised his brow and nodded kindly in turn to him, an unreadable expression on his face as Casimiro backed away, still grinning that entirely unsettling Cheshire-like grin.
“I uh, expect you’d like your payment, then?” Lamont said, floundering around a bit as he emerged from the corner, attempting to play it cool. Show no sign of fear, and they’ll be apt to leave you alone.
Hopefully.
“That would be nice, yes.” Calm, cool and collected as ever, Finas showed no immediate cause for alarm, which relaxed Lamont.
Both sets of vampiric eyes watched his every movement as he shuffled his hands into and through his pockets; grasping hold of the money he owed them when Casimiro began tutting and shaking his head. That horrid sense of dread reared its ugly head within him once more as Lamont gave the man a questioning look.
“We don’t want your money, Toucey. Not to brag or anything, but we’re pretty well off.”
“Oh.” He swallowed dryly and let his hands abandon his pockets. “I was, heh, under the impression that you’d want money?”
Casimiro shook his head as Finas looked on impassively.
“Naw, we don’t need it. You know what would be nice, though?”
“Hehehe, what?”
“Something fresh.”
Casimiro grinned and Lamont broke out into his characteristic fit of nervous laughter. Oh, he was in deep, now. He should’ve known better than to put his trust into a couple of vampires, even if they did have a history. It was a gamble he’d known he might not win.
Before Lamont could speak, Casimiro was talking again, sauntering up to him with ill intent in his eye.
“You see, we’re awfully hungry. Those blood packets of yours are all kinds of nasty, not to mention pretty fattening. We’re starved, and our teeth ache like those of a teething baby’s.”
“I’m sorry, hehe, I wasn’t ah, aware of how unhealthy they were.”
“Yeah, they’re pret-ty gross.” Casimiro had him pressed up against the wall again, face a mask of hunger and desire as he pinned his prey. “Fin and I have come to the conclusion that you could pay us back with something of equal value.”
“Oh, like- haha, like what?”
He knew the answer before Casimiro said it.
“Your blood, Monty; we want it.” Lamont cringed as Casimiro dipped his head in dangerously close, afraid he’d bite when he pulled back laughing.
“Well as much as I’d like to, haha, give you my blood, I’m afraid I kind of, hehehe- I kind of need it.”
“We ‘kind of’ needed our fangs too, but we gave them up for you. It’s not like blood can’t be replenished, you know.” Unfortunately, Casimiro had a point. It all seemed fair when he put it that way, but Lamont was far from willing to part with something so essential to his survival. His life was on the line. “An eye for an eye, Monty.”
Lamont giggled at the pun, as Casimiro seemed amused with it too. It did nothing to ease the tension of the situation he’d gotten himself into, however.
“I assure you, Mr. Toucey, if you do this thing for us, we will let you leave this place alive.” Finas said, still standing away to assess all that was going on. “You have my word. We’d go out and feed ourselves without your aid, though we are still not up to full strength. These are trying times for our kind, and we’d be ever grateful if you allowed us to feed from you.”
As much as he trusted Finas over Casimiro, there was still that nagging sense of doubt. How could he be certain that Finas could control Casimiro if he began to take too much? And, better yet, how would he be able to feed both of the two, full-grown vampires without succumbing to a fate that ended in death?
Finas seemed to sense that Lamont was still hesitant about this potential trade-off, and strode forward, offering his hand.
Lamont eyed it as though it were something that’d bite him, still unwilling to relent to this odd proposition. What good was a vampire’s word when he existed solely to kill men?
“I understand your hesitations, Mr. Toucey, but I swear to you; we will not kill you.”
The Franco-Italian man gave a shakey sigh and ran a hand through his greased hair before he took up Finas’, shaking it firmly. There was no real way out of this; either he submit and accept his fate with grace, or he was degraded and bent till he relented. Of course he’d take the more peaceful route; he was a master of negotiations, after all.
That is, he thought it was peaceful up till the moment Casimiro had him swept up in his arms, pulling his head back roughly to the side and running a cold, wet tongue up his neck. Alarmed, Lamont jolted back in a fit of shaky laughter, shivering as he hit his head against the wall.
Casimiro laughed as he pulled back; highly thrilled he’d caused such a startled reaction from the man. Lamont rubbed his neck, obviously flustered as his laughter reached an all time high.
“It’s an intimate process,” Casimiro said, smirking at Lamont’s discomfort. “You gotta be prepared for things like that to happen.”
“Ah, yeah, sorry. I uh, hahaha, just wasn’t expecting…that.”
“Get used to it, champ.”
That was all the warning he had before Casimiro was on him again, hand wound through his hair as he tilted his head to the side and ran his slippery tongue up along Lamont’s throat antagonizingly slow. He couldn’t get used to the sensation as the preternatural chill swept across his skin in the form of Casimiro’s cool saliva.
“Are you ready?” the man purred, parting his lips to let his new fangs graze across Lamont’s flesh, taunting him with what was to come.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
He swallowed and closed his eyes as he felt his skin pinch and break as Casimiro’s teeth pierced his skin, the blood flowing easily and lightly into the vampire’s eager mouth. Lamont heard Casimiro groan as the blood began to enter his body, and the dark haired man shivered.
Well, in all honesty, it wasn’t quite as bad as he’d thought it’d be. Once he got past the initial shock of the entry (and Cas’ odd antics), Lamont found the process to be similar to that of having his blood drawn. That is, until Casimiro decided to probe at the entry marks with his tongue, the mixture of his warm blood and the vampire’s cool saliva causing him to shudder again, tilting his head to the side just so to try and ease himself of the odd sensation.
Casimiro was reveling in the overall freshness Lamont’s blood had to offer; it’d been such a long time since he’d had a fresh source in his hands, in his mouth, and he had to admit it was quite delicious. Much better in comparison to the bagged blood Lamont had been supplying them with.
Finas watched on silently, allowing the scent of fresh blood spilling from Lamont’s neck to fill his nostrils as he patiently waited his turn. But oh, it was hard; he was so hungry. He’d refrained from eating out of the blood bags Lamont had left for them, as he couldn’t very well stand the taste.
Lamont had almost forgotten he’d shut his eyes when they shot open, staring in confusion when he felt he was being drawn away from the wall. Casimiro had pried himself off the fresh source, leading Lamont toward where Finas was waiting in eager anticipation.
“Sharing is caring, so they say.” The Italian man cooed, sandwiching Lamont between Finas’ waiting arms and himself.
The mortal man couldn’t speak; he could only laugh as he felt the stiff bristles of Finas’ facial hair scratching along his skin. He’d be lying if he said that this didn’t feel at all intimate. The way the vampires were moving their mouths along his neck felt like the lips of women he’d slept with before, suckling and nursing from his skin. He couldn’t help his breathing as it began to quicken, and nor could he help the way his heart rate picked up, pumping his blood faster into the vampire’s waiting mouths.
“Oooh, see, told you you’d enjoy it.” Casimiro cooed, once again licking at the bitemarks he’d made before, causing Lamont to stir and shiver once more.
“Hehehehe…”
He knew the vampires could sense the way he was reacting to their touches; after all, how couldn’t they, being creatures who thrived on blood and the things it carried with it? Casimiro’s hand was on his face as he dipped back in to the crook of his throat, biting in once more and rubbing his thumb in slow circles across his cheek.
“Ah…”
The little gasp that escaped his lips as Finas too joined in on the feast betrayed his feelings all the more, causing Casimiro to grin against his skin and inch his thumb steadily closer toward Lamont’s slightly parted mouth, sliding it inside and eliciting a startled noise in response.
This was going in a direction Lamont had not predicted but seemed surprisingly okay with, if only because the blood loss was beginning to make every touch, every single point of contact feel undeniably good.
“Mmngh…” he sighed as he wrapped his lips around Casimiro’s thumb, swirling his tongue around it and suckling it ever so slightly; and this time it was the Italian vampire’s turn to make a pleasured sound.
Finas, who was not in the slightest bit forgotten, wound his arms around Lamont’s middle, joining in on the feel good sensations by moving his hands slowly up and down his stomach, rumpling the fabric of his shirt. The blood flow in his body was conflicted, he could tell, between going to feed the vampires and flowing to feed his slowly growing erection.
They could probably taste the arousal in his blood, though he wasn’t entirely sure just how far their sense of taste went when it came to the coppery life liquid. The only other vampire he’d gotten explicitly intimate with had refused to bite him, and only then it was because he’d insisted she didn’t. This was an entirely new experience for him- one that felt absolutely marvelous.
Casimiro, sensing and tasting Lamont’s arousal, sucked harder at the wounds, pressing his body firmly against the man he held captive, taunting him with languid body language.
Finas’ hands never ceased moving as the English man pulled his mouth away to husk heatedly into Lamont’s ear:
“Mr. Toucey…”
The accent was all too much; what with the way it hit the vowels at a perfect pitch and was being soothed down his ear. He shivered and shook, unable to deal with it all around the fuzziness that was steadily blooming inside his head. One of Finas’ hands was unbuttoning the front of his shirt, allowing the other to slide inside and rub against his skin. Likewise, Casimiro was beginning to move his hands as well, accompanying the way Finas was now cupping and ghosting along his bare skin.
“Enjoying it, huh?” Casimiro said as he too pulled away from his neck, taking his thumb out of Lamont’s mouth and staring down at him with his mismatched eyes. “Certainly feels like it.”
Here he boldly grasped the front of Lamont’s pants, catching hold of his erection that was now straining for contact. The Franco-Italian man cursed and gasped, arching back into Finas’ cool grip while extending his hips toward the hand that was palming him through his trousers.
“Yeah, heh, yeah.”
Finas had moved, worming his hands up from Lamont’s stomach to his chest, caressing his skin as he came to prick and nibble upon his ear lobe. Lamont hadn’t been aware that Finas could get intimate in a sexual fashion, as he was usually stiff and conservative. This was a pleasant change in his demeanor, one that fuelled his arousal and kept his breathing at a steadily uneven rate.
Casimiro continued to play with him through the fabric of his pants, teasing him and taunting him and leaving him arching and begging for more. This was all a delightful game to the tall Italian, as he grinned and showed his bloodied fangs throughout the process.
One of the vampires moved, and Lamont stumbled; the blood-loss beginning to affect his motor control. Sturdy hands from the English man supported him from behind, grasping and holding him upright before saying something to Casimiro. Lamont didn’t catch it, but whatever Finas had said to the dark-skinned man, Casimiro seemed to agree with it.
Then he was moving, being dragged about through the kitchen like a rag-doll. He giggled and Casimiro laughed, amused. The dark-haired man didn’t know where he was being lead to, and was only really aware they’d retreated into a dark bedroom when his back hit the mattress.
“Hehe, you have a water bed?”
Somewhere off to the side, he could hear Casimiro snicker.
“He thinks it’s a water bed.”
This made Lamont laugh; the fact that he’d confused a regular old bed with a water one was highly amusing. The bed shifted as another person joined him, and he glanced to the side to see Casimiro crawling toward him. His shirt was gone, and his ethereal dark skin seemed to give off a faint, pale glow in the darkness.
He stared as Casimiro approached and straddled him, pressing their faces together to give their lips sweet, hot, bloody contact. The vampire nipped and bit Lamont’s lips, tugging and pulling for added taste. Lamont went with it, gasping as Casimiro plunged his ever-cold tongue into his mouth.
The fight was odd, weak and one-sided on his part, as he couldn’t entirely focus on the invading tongue. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Finas undressing, taking off his clothes and folding them neatly, placing them to the side before he too added his weight to the bed.
Just how far was this going to go?
He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it as Cas was grinding down on him, hard and slow. With a groan, Lamont shut his eyes again as the vampire gave a laugh and repeated the motion, earning yet another low groaning noise.
Then Casimiro was diving in for his neck again, his hunger not yet properly sated. He bit into his skin rougher than he had before, nearly desperate to get at the blood. Lamont whined as a sharp pain crept up from his neck.
“Casimiro…” Came Finas’ warning tone as the man sidled up beside the two engaged in blood-letting.
Lamont was bleeding a lot; he could tell by the way the warm liquid slid down his throat and into the vampire’s mouth easily. Casimiro halted in his drinking to glance at Finas before grinning and reaching out, grabbing hold of the English man and pulling him forward into a bloodied kiss.
Any complaints about Caismiro’s overly violent behavior was quelled as Lamont’s blood was shared between the two, the kiss spreading whatever had been in the Italian man’s mouth to the starved English man’s. Lamont’s needs were not forgotten, as Casimiro proved then he was quite the multi-tasker.
The Italian man leaned off Lamont’s waist to entangle himself with Finas’ lips, drawing the man closer toward him as he ground back down atop their guest’s still evident erection.
It made Lamont groan and arch his hips for more, but Casimiro could only do so much, even if he was a creature of macabre fairytale lore. The Italian drew apart from Finas’ lips, holding the fuzzy-chinned vampire’s gaze before redirecting it to the squirming human below him.
“You want something, Monty?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“Mmmm.” Casimiro purred, lapping at the still lightly bleeding wound he’d inflicted, a hand traveling down Lamont’s stomach.
It crept its way into Lamont’s pants, his deathly cold hand grasping the mortal man’s impossibly warm heated flesh. He squeezed it tightly, earning a sharp gasp from Lamont’s dazed being.
“You like that, Monty?” Casimiro crooned, drawing out his stroke to hear Lamont’s pitifully needy whine. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“Heh, hah, I-“ He was cut off when he felt Casimiro tugging at his cock again, pulling it a little roughly and running his thumb over the sensitive skin of the head.
The gibbering mess that followed only made Casimiro laugh.
“Now shush and let me finish my snack.” Casimiro commanded, relinquishing hold over Lamont’s dick to creep back toward the wound on Lamont’s neck.
It was still open and bleeding readily, making it so the only thing Casimiro had to do was latch on to it and begin sucking again. Lamont was in bliss once more, content with being used as a meal if only to have his cock stroked.
And speaking of, his legs were being moved, spread apart as the other vampire began to undo and shove Lamont’s pants down and away from his dick that still throbbed horribly with need.
Confused and unable to see beyond Casimiro’s form hunched over him, Lamont was left only to writhe and groan as he felt Finas’ cold tongue come into contact with his erection. Was the English man going to go down on him?
He didn’t have to question it when he felt that tongue running up along the base off his shaft, leaving a cool trail in its wake. Sweet fucking Jesus that felt good. He was blind to Finas’ actions, but that only seemed to amplify the pleasured feelings his cock was receiving.
Finas, though no longer having the need to breathe, took in a breath and released it over the head of Lamont’s erection, making him give out a light cry. He could hear Finas chuckle a bit before opening his mouth and enclosing his lips around the very tip of Lamont’s member.
Lamont broke out into a mixture of laughter and gasping groans. He felt Casimiro’s lip curl into a snarl against his skin before the man pulled away, turning to swat at Finas’ head.
“Don’t make him cum yet. I’ve barely had my turn.”
Remorsefully, Finas stopped his applications to Lamont’s dick to give Casimiro a dark look and a roll of his eyes. Much to Lamont’s disappointment, the man did not return to giving his cock the attention it so desperately craved.
“Then allow me to have my fill, and I’ll allow you yours.”
Lamont was breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling with lusty pants as Casimiro appeared to contemplate this proposition.
“Yeah, alright.”
Casimiro removed himself from straddling Lamont’s hips to allow Finas his turn at the man’s throat, positioning himself where the English man had once been.
The gruffer, squarer face of Finas filled his vision as the man gave the slightest of smiles in greeting. Then that face was gone, driven into the nape of his neck as he planned and picked a spot untainted by Casimiro’s teeth to feed from. He was slow and calculative unlike his Italian counterpart, and Lamont appreciated him for that.
Meanwhile, Casimiro was between his legs, feeling up his thighs and spreading them with a delicious look in his eye, putting a finger to his lips and wetting it before moving it toward his entrance. One enticingly long finger circled around the hole before pressing into it tentatively.
Lamont was reduced to a high-pitched mess of giggles as he instinctively tightened around the intruding finger. Finas ignored the way he was reacting to Casimiro’s ministrations in favor of finally getting a proper meal, humming lightly against the skin of Lamont’s throat as he drank.
The finger inside him was moving about languidly, slowly retreating and re-imposing itself into him. It was an incredibly odd, but not foreign sensation. There were times before when he’d engaged in intimate interactions with other men; it just wasn’t something he was particularly proud of.
Where before the men he’d been with had been nothing more than awkward intrusions, Casimiro took his time in making it feel really, really good. His finger curled inside him, seeking out that spot he knew would have Lamont writhing in pleasure and have him begging for more.
Casimiro grinned as Lamont sighed and groaned. Finas drank slowly, savoring Lamont’s taste as his blood was overcome with the sweet taste of endorphins, even as Casimiro added a second and third finger to tease his captive. Dizzy with the loss of blood, and yet totally enveloped with the lusty sensations, Lamont could hardly keep his eyes open.
When it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to hold onto consciousness for much longer, Finas pulled off and away from his bloody neck right as Casimiro spread his legs even further apart and applied a much larger force into him. Lamont’s eyes whipped open and he gasped as Casimiro began to roll into him, not giving the man a chance to adjust. For him, the fingering was enough.
Finas attempted to move off of Lamont as Casimiro began to thrust, but was halted by the Italian man. Casimiro grabbed hold of Finas and held him in spot, using the momentum he garnered by latching onto his back to speed up his gyrations. Lamont moaned, head swiveling to the side as he heard Finas’ huff of disapproval. The English man attempted to move again, though his efforts were quelled by Casimiro once more, shoving him back again, brushing him alongside Lamont’s neglected member.
Lamont arched at the touch, even if it was brief, eager for more contact.
“Ride him.” He heard Casimiro command, voice even as he continued thrusting. Looking up, he could see that the Italian man was draped along Finas’ shoulder and cooing into his ear. “Ride him, Finas.”
He was sure Finas was about to refuse, mouth opening in protest when Casimiro had yanked his head back and engaged in another deep, throaty kiss, his free hand worming down his English counterpart’s stomach to grab his cock.
Any argument over the situation was again thrown away as Finas relinquished into the hold and feeling. Below him, Lamont was still arching his hips upward slowly, desperate for some interaction.
Lamont heard a mumble and a light laugh as the two vampires ended their kiss. Placing his hands to Finas’ waist, he giggled eagerly as the man rose up a bit and positioned himself accordingly, lowering himself slowly onto his throbbing erection. Finas hissed as he slid onto Lamont’s warmth, and likewise Lamont let out a strangled sort of moan.
Casimiro laughed and continued to stroke Finas in tune with his thrusts as he and Lamont tried to work out a rhythm that worked. Finas rose up as Casimiro slid in, ultimately ending Lamont’s need to move. He lay there in ecstasy, moaning and groaning and grasping at Finas’ cold skin as he was fucked and fucked again.
His vision was blurring, but he was still very much capable of feeling all that was being done to him. Everything was cold, and yet incredibly hot and fulfilling. It was such an incredible change to what a normal fuck incurred.
Lamont could no longer see clearly as the vampires fucked and rode him respectively, relying now only on his ability to touch and feel. His hands felt heavy, but he was able to raise them up to paw at Finas’ masculine chest needily, a panty whine breaching his lips as he felt his orgasm coming.
Both the vampires seemed to sense this, and took it up a notch. Finas grabbed one of Lamont’s reaching, desperate hands and put it to his cold member, brushing away Casimiro’s hand as he wrapped the mortal one around it, leading it in stroking him to a climax.
As Finas came, he halted his movements, sitting back and tightening around Lamont’s cock to the point where all the courier could feel was an icy chill that wormed it’s way down to the very base of his dick and tickled at his balls. It was foreign and unexpected and pushed him over the edge, tilting him into that world of orgasm with a strangled cry and hands that dug into the skin of the vampire still resting upon him.
He could tell Casimiro was not done, as even though his vision was impaired to the point where everything was reduced to an odd blobby context, Lamont could feel the way the dark-skinned vampire was still pumping into him with great enthusiasm. It hurt, as his muscles had tightened with orgasm, and the way Casimiro continued to plow into him vigorously was more than a little-off putting. Saying that he’d be feeling it in the morning was an understatement.
Luckily, due to the blood loss, Lamont didn’t have to feel the full brunt of the discomfort, for soon after both he and Finas had reached their respective orgasms, Casimiro reared forward and bit into his vampire counterpart’s shoulder. Finas hissed and Casimiro came deep within him, thrusting eagerly as he rode out his orgasm.
Lamont couldn’t keep his eyes open as Casimiro pulled out and Finas pulled off, passing out to the sounds of the two of them bickering and arguing about what should be done with him.