Chapter 4: The Initiation
The plush velvet swallowed Edgar’s back as Lilith’s cool fingers found the button of his jeans. Her crimson eyes, dilated and hungry, never left his. He tried to squirm, a feeble protest dying on his lips as Morwenna’s hand landed flat on his chest, pinning him effortlessly. "None of that, little scholar," she murmured, her voice thick with a condescending sweetness that did nothing to hide her own ravenous focus. "Let the grown-ups play." Isolde giggled, perched on the edge of the bed near his feet, her emerald eyes wide as saucers, fingers already tracing the damp denim near his knee.
The rasp of the zipper was obscenely loud in the heavy silence. Lilith worked it down slowly, deliberately, her gaze sliding from his terrified face to the straining fabric beneath. The damp patch, evidence of his terror and their earlier ministrations, had spread. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and underwear together. Cold air hit his lower belly as she dragged them down his hips in one smooth motion.
For a suspended heartbeat, nothing moved. The trio simply stared.
Then it sprang free.
The sheer, impossible size of him seemed to punch the air from the room. It wasn't just long, though it was that too, curving thickly upwards towards his navel. It was the impossible girth, the thick, veined shaft flushed dark and angry, the heavy, pendulous balls beneath looking obscenely full, tight against his body. Pre-cum beaded copiously at the swollen, purplish tip, dripping slowly onto the dark velvet coverlet with a faint plink.
"Oh. My. Gods." Isolde breathed the words, her hand flying to her mouth, then slowly lowering, trembling. Her gaze was pure, unadulterated lust. "Lilith... Morwenna... look at it! It's... it's alive! Throbbing!"
Morwenna’s icy composure shattered. A low, guttural groan escaped her pouty lips. Her fingers, still on Edgar’s chest, clenched, the nails biting slightly. "Impossible," she whispered, but the word was thick with awe, not disbelief. "Such... volume. Such potential."
Lilith’s predatory smile widened, showing the tips of her fangs. Her crimson eyes blazed. "Sunrise indeed," she purred, her voice a low thrum of pure, predatory appreciation. "A feast worthy of eternity."
They descended like starving jackals discovering a fresh kill.
Forget finesse. Forget seduction. This was raw, primitive hunger. Lilith’s long, cool tongue licked a broad, wet stripe up the underside of his shaft, from root to tip, gathering the pooling pre-cum. She moaned, the vibration traveling through his entire body. "Ambrosia," she gasped against his skin. "Pure, potent ambrosia."
Morwenna shoved Lilith aside, not roughly, but with desperate urgency. "My turn, leader," she declared, her voice trembling. She didn't lick. She took the head into her mouth, sucking hard, her lips stretching obscenely wide to accommodate the thick crown. Her eyes rolled back, a muffled groan of pure ecstasy vibrating against his sensitive flesh. Pre-cum flooded her mouth; she gulped it down greedily.
"No fair!" Isolde whined, scrambling forward. She bypassed the shaft entirely, her focus laser-locked on the heavy sac beneath. She cupped his balls reverently in both hands, her touch surprisingly gentle at first, feeling the weight, the heat. "Oh, you beautiful, full things," she cooed, then her long, pointed tongue darted out, licking a hot, wet trail along the seam. "Mmmph! Salty! Thick!"
Edgar gasped, a strangled sound. Terror warred with overwhelming, unwanted sensation. The cool wetness of their mouths, the sheer intensity of their focus, the aphrodisiac milk scent that seemed to thicken the air – it was a sensory overload that short-circuited rational thought. His hips bucked involuntarily as Morwenna hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her fingers digging into his thighs.
"See? He likes it, the naughty boy," Morwenna mumbled around her mouthful, pulling off with a wet pop. A string of spit and pre-cum connected her lips to his glistening head. "Needs his mommy's mouth, doesn't he?"
"Everyone's mouth!" Isolde cried, burying her face between his legs, her tongue now lapping frantically at his balls, slurping, nuzzling, inhaling his musk. "He tastes like heaven! Oh, fuck, Lilith, taste his stones!"
Lilith, momentarily displaced, didn't need telling twice. She joined Isolde, her dark hair mingling with fiery red as both women lavished attention on his scrotum. Lilith’s tongue was longer, more probing, tracing veins and lapping up the sweat and pre-cum gathered there. "Gods, the scent is intoxicating down here," she groaned, her voice muffled. "Like fertile earth and male heat."
Morwenna reclaimed the shaft, this time sinking deeper, her throat working as she tried to take more of the impossible thickness. She gagged slightly but pressed on, her eyes watering, pure determination mixed with lust on her face. Spit dripped freely down the shaft, slicking it, mingling with his own fluid. She pulled back, gasping, a thick strand of saliva webbing between her lips and his cock. "Too... too big," she panted, but her eyes blazed with renewed hunger. "Need... help."
It was the signal. Coordination dissolved. All three converged on the throbbing center of their universe. Lilith seized the base, her hand slick with spit, pumping the thick root firmly. Morwenna wrapped her lips around the upper shaft again, bobbing furiously, her cheeks hollowed. Isolde, whimpering with need, scrambled up and pressed her mouth against the side of the shaft Morwenna wasn't covering, licking and sucking at the veined flesh, her tongue darting into the slit whenever she got the chance.
It became a sloppy, wet, noisy tangle of lips, tongues, and teeth. Spit flew, slicking skin, dripping onto the velvet. Guttural moans, choked gasps, and obscene slurping filled the room. They jostled for position, their heavy breasts pressing against Edgar’s legs, stomach, each other. Hot breath puffed against his overheated skin.
"Fuck, suck it harder, Morwenna!" Isolde gasped, pulling back to watch, her lips swollen and glistening. "Look at it pulse! It’s gonna blow!"
"Such a good boy," Morwenna cooed raggedly between deep sucks. "Filling mommy’s mouth..."
"Give it to us, little sunrise," Lilith growled, her hand a blur on the base, her crimson eyes locked on the swollen tip disappearing between Morwenna’s lips. "Fill our mouths. Coat our faces. Now."
The pressure built inside Edgar like a geyser, unstoppable, terrifying, and devastatingly pleasurable. Their voices, their commands, the relentless wet suction, the impossible softness grinding against him – it overwhelmed every shred of resistance. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his back arched violently off the bed.
The first rope hit Morwenna square in the back of her throat. She choked, her eyes flying wide, but she held on, sucking frantically as the next massive spurt followed, thicker, hotter. She pulled back, gasping, a thick stream of pearlescent cum painting her chin, her neck, splattering onto her collarbone.
Lilith was ready. She shoved her face in, capturing the next explosive pulse directly onto her tongue, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she swallowed convulsively. "Yesss!" she hissed, the sound sizzling. "More!"
Isolde shrieked, scrambling up. "Mine! Give it to me!" She thrust her face forward just as another thick, heavy rope arced out, catching her across the cheekbone, splattering into her fiery hair. She lapped at the air, catching drops, moaning incoherently.
The sheer volume was staggering. Rope after rope erupted, pulsing with the force of his inhuman release. It arced through the air, thick and viscous, splattering across Lilith's high cheekbone, painting a streak through Morwenna's perfect blonde hair, landing in glistening ropes across Isolde's heaving cleavage. It coated chins, dripped down necks, spotted the dark velvet of the bedspread in large, pearly splotches.
Edgar collapsed back onto the bed, panting, utterly spent, his vision swimming. His massive cock twitched weakly, still oozing.
For a moment, the vampires were frozen, painted grotesquely, their faces and upper bodies glistening white under the weak light. Then the frenzy began anew. Not for him. For each other. For the prize coating their skin.
With low, feral growls, Lilith lunged at Morwenna, her tongue licking a broad, greedy stripe up the blonde's cum-smeared neck and chin. Morwenna met her, their lips crashing together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues dueling, lapping the thick fluid from each other’s mouths and skin. "Mine," Morwenna moaned into the kiss. "So thick... so potent..."
Isolde, whimpering, frantically licked her own fingers, scooping cum from her cheek, her hair, the swell of her breasts. "Don't waste it! Don't waste any!" She dove towards Lilith, licking a stripe across the dark-haired vampire's cum-splattered shoulder, then turned to Morwenna, sucking a blob from her earlobe.
Edgar watched, dazed, trembling, his mind blank except for the horrifying, surreal spectacle. They were like animals, licking, sucking, biting playfully at sticky skin, their moans of pleasure filling the room, the heavy scent of sex and spunk overpowering even the pervasive perfume and milk. Lilith caught a thick drip falling from Isolde’s chin with her tongue, her crimson eyes blazing with triumph. Morwenna scraped her nails gently through the mess on her own cleavage and sucked them clean, groaning.
Finally, breathing heavily, their faces and décolletage still gleaming wetly, they pulled apart slightly. Lilith swiped a finger along her cum-smeared lower lip, then popped it into her mouth, sucking slowly, her eyes never leaving Edgar's spent form. A slow, predatory smile spread across her glistening lips.
"Delicious," she murmured, the word thick with satisfaction. "Utterly, sinfully delicious." Her gaze, dark with renewed promise, drifted down his trembling body, past his softening cock resting on his thigh, to the obscenely large, now slightly deflated sac beneath. It was still slick with spit and traces of white. "But I think... we're just getting started. Aren't we, sisters?"