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The swan and the Goldfinch	By : Madettica Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 4157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dark Shines

Passing by, you light up my darkest skies
You'll take only seconds to draw me in
So be mine and your innocence
I will consume
-Muse

Jean-Claude moved from our embrace, eager to show me the treatment I would have received had I sought it more willingly. Rose had frozen like a rabbit scented by something much larger and altogether more dangerous than itself. Her breasts rose and fell in static waves, a match to the frantic beat of her heart that lay between them. Jean-Claude molded himself against the side of her that rippled with long winding trails of melted flesh, and tenderly laved his tongue against the already turgid peak of her nipple.

My body let go a soft shudder as I watched him also employ the tips of his fangs against the curve of her breast, teasing her scared flesh with their sharpened points. How easily I recalled the pleasure I used to receive, and would receive again from his talented mouth. Yet I remained, for the time being, content to partake with only my eyes as I viewed them both with such greedy abandon. My wayward hand stroked between their bodies, my fingertips heated from the blood I had taken from one of Jean-Claude’s many pet wolves. Those slenderly tapered digits teased down her left breast, down her side, there they paused, my fingers slid upon her hip, so painfully close and yet so far from that still damp juncture between her thighs. From her hip to his, my fingers played even as I moved from my side to my knees opposite Jean-Claude with Rose the altar between us.

Rose’s entire being seemed to quiver beneath Jean-Claude’s undivided attentions, her breath came ragged and almost torn as her eyes raged at where to look.

“Calm….mon chéri l'un…” I intoned softly to her, as I tried to soothe her into a more relaxed state.

She was more than willing, the aroma of her high state of arousal could attest to that, however the prospect of two men not forcing her into carnal pleasure seemed to be uncharted domains to her untrained body and it had all but driven her senses into overdrive.

“Touch him Rose…” I prompted with a deep purr. My voice had no hold over her and yet her hand slowly obeyed as if it did. Tentively she brushed her fingers through his raven locks; carefully she tested the waters, but stopped as he looked up to her from the breast he had been circling with his tongue. His eyes had bled to that brilliant, all consuming cobalt and it had caused her breath to die within her throat.

I watched transfixed as something flared deep within her. Her hand pulled his head from her breast and guided his mouth to hers in a mindlessly impassioned kiss. So consumed they both were by that same fire that they seemed not to notice, nor care, when Jean-Claude’s fully aroused fangs slashed into her moaning, trembling lips. Slender rivulets of crimson soon spilt forth down both their chins and I found I could resist their charms no longer.

Without much thought at all I found my face pressed beside theirs as their mouths eagerly ate at one another’s. My tongue ventured out to capture Rose’s blood that lay splattered against their chins even as my arms wrapped around them both, binding us all the more closely together. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as the taste of her blood upon his flesh hit my senses full force; her blood was like nothing I had ever encountered before and I found myself gluttonously reaching my tongue out for more.

And as my mouth sought more of what I so dearly craved their mouths parted from their kiss to invite me to share in that same fiery lust. First I supped at Jean-Claude’s lips, cleaning away what remained of Rose’s blood upon his mouth, licking at his lower lip, trusting my tongue between his fangs salvaging what he had not swallowed, and then kissing him deeply feeling the hard press of his fangs beneath his lips even as mine pressed back. Then I moved to Rose’s sweet lips, trailing my tongue up her chin, across her torn lips and then into the dark addictive cavern of her mouth. My tongue moved into her mouth like my body had done not so long ago, deep and insistent. The blood within me seemed to boil over and I knew I should ask her before all reason fled from me. I slowly broke our kiss, my fingers grasping her chin before she sought my mouth again.

“Rose…Ma fleur chérie…Will you accept Jean-Claude just as you accepted me?”

I watched her eyes drift to Jean-Claude’s hopeful ones and then back to mine, as her face lay trapped within my fingers. Her body trembled softly, but her lips, still slowly oozing blood, remained firm as she whispered softly.

“Yes Asher…”

Gently then I pressed a kiss to her wounded mouth before I shifted, allowing them both room as they too began to shift and to fall into place like puzzle pieces finally finding their proper grooves. Rose lay flush against the mattress with her hips raised by a pillow Jean-Claude had placed beneath her and as he readied himself above the trembling flower beneath him I moved back behind him, smoothing myself along his back, my hands grazing over the smooth alabaster of his flesh in feather light caresses.

“Un moment plaît...not si bientôt mes chéris” (a moment please...not so soon my darlings) I soothed softly to them both as they quivered beneath me.

Slowly I lowered myself to the bed, positioning myself between Jean-Claude’s parted thighs, letting go a heavy breath against the valley of his well-toned buttocks. How I marveled as that marble like flesh twitched in anticipation of what was to come. I could feel his weight shift ever so slightly upon the mattress as he widened his stance, his thighs moving further apart to allow me better access to that darkened crevice that had for so long been denied my touch.

I teased him first with the tip of my nose, letting the point trail slowly down that small indention above the cheeks of his ass before the valley began in earnest. I was rewarded with mon amour somber’s moaned growl, “S'il vous plaît me torturer non plus” (Please torture me no more)

Happily I obliged him as my tongue snaked out past my almost painfully lengthened fangs, and out between my lips as I traced that narrow trail between his cheeks, a shivering of flesh left in it’s wet wake. Carefully I lowered myself further as I allowed nothing but my tongue to touch him. Purposefully I smoothed past his puckered, eager rim of flesh to travel down to lap at the tender bit of flesh between that hole and his sac before coming back to lavish that previously neglected ring of muscle. Deftly I lengthened the muscle of my tongue so that I might slip the tip of it past the tight muscle bound rim of his ass, only then did I allow Jean-Claude the luxury of my hands upon his quaking cheeks as I pushed them apart even as my tongue delved into his body.

Jean-Claude had given out a rattling gasp as my tongue had pierced his hole, his whole body strained at the control it took not to collapse atop the perplexed Rose who did not have the view to see what I was so devilishly at work upon. So hungry Jean-Claude’s orifice was that I was only afforded a thrust and a half before I was all-together pushed out. Quietly I chuckled as I took one last lick of his bottom before I matched Jean-Claude’s position, coming to kneel behind him even as he kneeled between Rose’s creamy thighs, my cock nestled full and hard against the crack of his buttocks.

My hand went up to caress through Jean-Claude’s silken curls even as I peered over the expanse of his shoulder to Rose who lay beneath us. A wide smile cracked upon my lips as I saw she had not been completely forsaken, as I had tasted Jean-Claude. She too had received her fair share of delicious teasing, Jean-Claude skilful fingers sticky and shinning with the evidence of her torture. Slowly Jean-Claude’s hand moved from between her thighs to her legs, gingerly urging them to curve around his waist, bringing her slick folds to a better angle.

All the while he had guided her to a position to be better plundered I too had been guiding myself to a better point. The blood engorged head of my shaft readied at Jean-Claude’s tender entrance; I teased my lips at the curve of his shoulder, “Maintenant..” (now..)

And as He surged into Rose’s depths I plunged into his in one rapid thrust. All three of our voices carried up into the air, twined together in passion just as our bodies were. Jean-Claude hunched over Rose, intense in his driving into her as I clutched at his hips and rode atop them both. My mouth clenched tight as I drove into the pressure of his bowels, my prick clamped so securely by his body I was all but able to shove into his ass in quick short strokes for fear of being thrown out of his body completely. How I relished the familiar and dearly missed tightness of his body surrounding my own, ah the long forgotten wicked dance that ensnarled our senses and trapped our souls within its grasp. I could feel my body weakening, my senses overpowering my control and I knew I was not long. So even as my thrusts became more erratic, not as well choreographed in time to Jean-Claude’s thrusts into Rose, I strived to stroke that rounded lump within Jean-Claude body to even greater heights of throbbing pleasure so that we all might find our release together.

I had not long to wait as I felt Rose’s legs that clung about us both begin to tremble with the beginnings of something much bigger, and Jean-Claude’s body soon followed as his body moved with the same frantic urgings of my own before becoming stiffly still, his seed no doubt shooting deep within Rose’s clamping walls. Still I moved against Jean-Claude, forcing him to thrust his sensitive, post ejaculation hardened cock deeper within Rose before I emptied myself violently within his body, taking his hips within a death grip as I shoved my dick home between his cheeks.

The sound of rushing blood coursing through all three sets of veins and Rose’s ragged breaths overwhelmed my ears as I collapsed against Jean Claude’s back. Slowly I withdrew my spent shaft from his ass before rolling over to my back upon the bed, my gaze surveying the weakened bodies of my lovers beside me with a tired sense of fulfillment.
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