Vampire Food 08: He Smelled Like Peach Pie (19 page)

Salt withdrew his hand, and stepped up behind her, rubbing some of the oil on his cock. He squatted down to get the best angle and then gently parted her anus with his flesh. The muscles were slightly resistant, but not nearly as much as they had been previously. Mia cried out and he wiped his hands before putting them to her shoulders to rub them. Leaning forward, Salt whispered, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she replied in a somewhat strangled voice.

“Then let me know if you change your mind.” He finished his comment by slapping her ass cheek to distract her slightly as he began the unhurried push into her tight anus. Rory was keeping his thrust easy, controlling Mia, but not really forcing her to move. It was infuriatingly frustrating to fight her every step of the way, even with the knowledge that she had no experience with dual sex.

Again, his mind went back to Em. Em was already a creature of ménage when he got involved with her. She had been willing and ready to accept whatever he gave her. The first time she had been blindfolded and it had bothered him slightly even though she had given her permission. Salt would have liked to have a visual confirmation of her words before he and Rory started. In the end it hadn’t mattered because her orgasm and subsequent climax had been outstanding. Em was outstanding and the more Salt got to know Mia, the more his opinion of her was altered.

Mia jumped, a strangled cry escaping her throat. He hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing and Salt supposed that he had moved a bit too quickly. He pulled back slightly, throwing a glance over Mia’s shoulder to Rory. The man looked absolutely bored. At least he wasn’t the only who wasn’t particularly enjoying this encounter.

Em was mildly uncomfortable in Shanagar’s contraption. It was made of sheets of thick leather that had been split in two central places and the inner edges curled upward. She had no idea when he had created it, probably one night while she and Russell were out running. Shanagar had said that he had something he wanted to attend to. The leather had come from the storage area. They would occasionally find a cow to slaughter and always made good use of the hide.

Shanagar had placed the leather-type vest over her head and had pulled it downward before he bound her hands loosely to the bed with braided twine rope. If she moved her hands, it irritated her skin and was extremely scratchy. The purpose of the thick leather had quickly become evident when he cupped her breast from underneath and squished it up through the central slit. He did the same to the other, leaving her breasts flattened and jutting through the leather. It was not as painful as a mammogram she had once had, but it was close.

His final act was to push her legs up to her outer ribs, all the while watching to see if it was causing her pain. When Em folded her body in half willingly, he had seemed impressed. Then he had pushed her thighs farther down toward the mattress and anchored each one to the band across her breasts. Whenever she moved her leg, it tugged on the leather and stretched the slit so it tightened up farther. To keep the slit open and loose, she had to force her thighs tight into her sides and keep them there.

Shanagar examined her carefully, his finger wafting over his chin in thought. “You have no idea how appetizing you look. Comfy?”

It was a word that Russell had used on a few occasions. No, she was not comfy, but the intent was to torment her, not to make her comfortable. “Not particularly.”

“Good. I want you aware of what you are doing with your body. The idea is to make you want to squirm and not have you actually do it. I like seeing your nipples jutting up like delicious cherry-topped treats.” Shanagar shoved a pillow under her lower back. It actually took some of the pressure off her legs, which was nice. He wandered back to the shelf under his coat from where he had gotten the leather and pulled out a carry bag. How much had he done during the time he was alone? They had only gone running for about two hours. Of course, they had dillydallied outside for a bit before coming in. That probably took another two hours. He had actually had far more time than Em had considered. He put the bag down on the floor and fished out a thickly braided piece of leather. The end had been doubled back on the length and the entire thing was rippled layers of braids. He showed it to her. “Know where this is going?”

She had a feeling, but wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question. Shanagar lifted the jar of oil from the table and slathered a heavy layer over the leather. It was slightly smaller than his cock, but not much. “Do you have a word or saying that you use when you have had enough and want to stop?”

“No.”

“‘No’ is your word, or you don’t have one?”

“I don’t have one.”

His smile was bordering on sinister. “What a lovely answer.” Shanagar swatted the cheeks of her ass with the thick piece of leather. It stung badly, but also made her very aware of that particular section of her body. The slippery slab of leather breached her anus, the muscles jerking with surprise. Shanagar twisted it from side to side, the thick raised braids flexing within her as he slowly pushed it inward. Her pussy was flooded with fluid, as the inner illusion of glowing warmth surged through her muscles, the onset of first orgasm’s spasm hanging in the rafters. Em whimpered at the sensation and he smiled.

“That is a very memorable sound.”

“I suppose. That feels oddly good.”

Shanagar chuckled. “I hope all things that happen between us feel the same. I want to make you feel good. I want to hear you whimper and scream if the sounds are related to your enjoyment.”

Em wanted to hear the same thing. “Isn’t enjoyment the name of the game?”

Shanagar simply smiled as he used his free hand to remove some twine from the bag. Filling her completely with his creation, Shanagar tied a piece of twine around the crease of each upper thigh and knotted it tight, before attaching it to the leather. Any little movement of her body would shift it within her.

Shanagar grinned again, his eyes sliding over her as if the pure sight of her was arousing him immensely. Her men often tried new things, but this was completely new, and she didn’t have a clue of what little goodies his bag contained.

Shanagar bent and leaned over her. He caressed her bulging nipple with the tip of his tongue, the protruding flesh reacting as if her nerve endings were on fire. A raging spark of heat seared downward, leaving a trail of tingles before it flared with vibrant life in her pussy. Em was stunned by the brilliance of the sensation, her cunt convulsing rapidly with each touch of his tongue. “Feel good?”

It felt so good. “Yes. It feels amazing.”

“Are you always this quiet during sex? I like input.”

She was being oddly quiet in her curious state of mind. “I was simply enjoying.”

“That I can hear.” Leaning to the side, he reached into the bag and then stood beside her. In his hand was something that looked like a cross between a switch and a cattail. Shanagar had taken probably ten if not fifteen thin, green branches and had laced one end together. On the other end the branches were free to hit her as a single entity that would spread like hot liquid on her flesh. The tips had all been perfectly cut so they were all on an angle and all the same length.

Shanagar dragged the ends over her breast, a course brush that scraped as lightly as a feather. The movement coerced a soft moan from her throat. A second later, he changed the angle, bringing the lashes down across her flattened skin. Em jumped, her startled squeal making him smile. He hit the other breast, not hard exactly, but enough to leave a slight, multifaceted sting. Then he moved over, slapping the backs of her thighs, her ass, her very exposed cunt with the mutant switch. It stung slightly and then began to burn as he picked up the pace. Shanagar was flashing his hand, bringing the switch down repeatedly upon her body. Em had to force herself not to thrash against the fiery heat in her skin. She was doing exactly what he wanted, the cries leaking from her throat a vibrant mix of pain and arousal.

His hand stopped and he slowly dragged the tines of his creation up the central fold of her cunt. Em froze, watching in weary silence. She was suddenly afraid that he was going to flip it in his hand and thrust it into her pussy, but he didn’t. Shanagar leaned and gave her a gentle kiss, his mouth like silk against her lips. She returned it with desire, wanting him, needing him to fill her harshly pulsing flesh. He dropped the switch back into the bag and stepped down to the bottom of the bed and sat down. Em was begging him with her eyes, but she refused to do so with her voice. That was part of the game, to never beg.

He removed his shirt, picking up the bottle of oil from the bed. Shanagar drizzled oil over his hand, squashing it between his fingers and his palm. He then held up the gleaming appendage. “The vampire I was with for years used to love it when I did this. She said that it felt beyond belief. She called it
Entrabar
, or being filled with no room left for entry.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“You’ll see. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

Em had no idea what he was going to do. Shanagar lay on his side, his highly oiled hand rippling between the outer folds of her pussy. She was so close to climax. He slowly filled her with his fingers, two and then three and then all four, pushing them into her pulsing flesh. It was incredible, her pussy and ass so tight, Em feared that she would implode. Then she felt it, Shanagar’s thumb further stretching the taut ring of her pussy, entering her slowly, rubbing against her g-spot in a way she never imagined possible. The knuckle was forced against the sensitive inner nerve, her mind revolting at the idea of him filling her with his complete hand. It was impossible, her skin would tear, her pussy rip under the pressure. Fear flashed in her mind, her entire body going tense.

He stopped. “Ah, you have just realized what I’m doing, haven’t you?”

Em wasn’t sure what to say. Had he really done this before?

“You have no idea how intoxicating it is to watch my fingers slip into your tight pussy. To see it swallow up my hand is a sight beyond amazing. To feel your body as it struggles to climax is enough to make me come, but it won’t. That will come later.”

How would he fuck her when her pussy would look like a softball was holding it open? Did her really expect her to come with his fist in her twat? It was unimaginable.

Shanagar waited as if judging her reaction and then twisted his hand gently. Em was quivering with a combination of tension and overwhelmed disbelief. She could feel him curling his fingers into a fist as the inner pressure within her changed, her pussy so insanely tight that the pulses of orgasm were stopped by the lack of space. The sensation it was creating was beyond anything she had ever felt. It was terrifying, infuriating, yet, incredibly wonderful, the ache within her so severe. He twisted his hand back and forth, his knuckled caressing the inside of her cunt. Em felt it, the sudden shift of her outer ring as the back knuckle of his thumb breached her body, the smaller circumference of his wrist allowing the muscles to pull inward.

Shanagar held up a small round mirror, angling it so she could see. Em was stunned, but had to stare, she couldn’t help it. The sight was shocking. He shifted his fingers, causing the inner muscles to shiver. It was more than Em could stand, her eyes slammed closed, her mouth open as she howled. Her pussy was clamping around his fist, the climax infuriating as the inner muscles slammed around his hand and had no place to properly flex. She arched her body away from the sensation, but Shanagar followed each movement, sitting up to hold her stomach down with his free hand. Em screamed, panting for air she didn’t need to inhale, as she shivered. It was wonderful, it was euphoria. She couldn’t stand another second, but it went on, her cunt struggling to come. It felt as if she were captured in the violent winds of a storm, flashes of lightning searing into her brain from muscles that had no space to move.

It came to an end, but rather than experiencing the sensation of blissful satisfaction, her pussy simply gave up the struggle, the lightning bursts softer, the intensity of the reaction simply fading into slow nothingness.

She had no idea how or when Shanagar had removed the twine from her thighs, but she felt him taking the leather from her anus.

He slowly, gently removed his fist, leaving her pussy throbbing in an odd sort of way. The inner muscles were tightening, flashing in a kind of aerobic dance to bring her cunt back to its previous circumference. It was oddly enthralling, the motion of the muscles taking her back to the peak of orgasm even as she watched Shanagar get to his feet. He walked across the room, wetting a towel to wipe his hand. He returned and untied her, releasing her breasts from the leather. Em felt shell shocked. What had just happened was a completely new sensation and she had oddly enjoyed it. It had terrified her in a good way that she hadn’t felt in years.

Stripping off his clothes, he laid down beside her, gently massing her breasts. The lash marks were already fading and Em hadn’t even thought about the burning marks on her skin.

Giving her a quick kiss, Shanagar leaned back and smiled, his erect cock firmly caressing her thigh. “Well?”

* * * *

Mia was like a statue who was afraid to move as they both filled her completely. Her muscles were tense around him, and Salt had to assume that her pussy was equally as tight. Rory stroked the sides of her body softly. “Are we hurting you?”

Her head quivered from side to side in response, but she didn’t speak. Salt leaned his head to the side, looking at Rory over her shoulder. Rory shrugged. “Mia, would you like to move?”

Again, the vibrant shake of her head.

“Would you like to speak?”

“I’m going to explode.”

Rory smiled. “As in you’re close to climax?”

“No. As in my pussy and my ass feel as if the skin is going to split if I move.”

“They are not going to split or explode. You need to relax a little and allow your body to do the same. Think of it this way, Em has been doing this for years and she has never exploded.”