Jade part 3

Three identical redheads kneel in a trembling row, foreheads pressed to the marble, asses high, pussies swollen and glistening, dripping in perfect synchrony. They came the instant his footsteps hit the hallway, untouched, just from the promise of him, and they’re still shaking, little aftershock orgasms rippling through them every time they breathe.

I kneel beside them, naked except for the Louboutins and the bruises his teeth left on my tits this morning. My own cunt is a pulsing, aching void, clit so hard it hurts, juices running in slow rivulets down the inside of my thighs.

He steps in and the temperature drops ten degrees and rises a thousand at once. His coat falls. His shirt follows. Every inch of exposed skin is a threat and a prayer.

He doesn’t speak. He just looks at the Trinity, then at me, and the smile that curves his mouth is pure fang.

Arden is first.

He fists her red hair, yanks her upright, and slams her back against the full-length mirror so hard the glass spider-webs. Her legs wrap around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking, heels digging into the small of his back. One savage thrust and he’s buried to the root in her dripping cunt. Arden’s scream is raw, shattered glass, “Fuck, Master, you’re splitting me!” He fucks her like he’s trying to nail her to the wall, hips pistoning, balls slapping her ass with wet, obscene cracks. I crawl beneath them, tongue lashing her clit, his shaft, anywhere they join, drinking the slick that pours out of her in torrents.

He bites.

Fangs punch deep just above her collarbone. Arden detonates: pussy clamping down so hard it forces him out half an inch, then squirting in violent, rhythmic geysers that paint my face, the mirror, the ceiling. Her body convulses like she’s being electrocuted by pleasure, eyes rolling white, a broken litany of “Master, Master, Master” until her voice gives out and she slumps, utterly, beautifully enthralled.

He lets her slide down the mirror in a boneless heap, cunt still fluttering, cum and squirt pooling beneath her.

Bellamy next.

He flips her face-down over the makeup table, spreads her ass cheeks wide, and drives straight into her tight, virgin ass without warning. Bellamy’s scream is feral, “Yes, ruin my ass, please!” He reams her mercilessly, one hand fisted in her hair arching her back, the other reaching beneath to pinch her clit until she’s sobbing. I slide under the table, mouth sealing over her dripping pussy, sucking her clit in pulsing rhythm with his thrusts. Sage crawls between my legs and eats me like she’s starving, tongue fucking me while Arden, newly bitten, licks my nipples with slow, worshipful strokes.

Bellamy comes with a guttural howl, ass clenching around him, pussy squirting down my throat in hot pulses. He bites the back of her neck, drinks deep, and she blacks out mid-orgasm, body going limp, another thrall sealed in ecstasy.

Sage is last and already begging like a whore in heat.

She crawls to him on hands and knees, grabs his thighs, looks up with tear-filled eyes and opens her mouth wide. He feeds her every inch until her throat bulges, until she’s gagging, drooling, mascara running in black rivers. Arden and Bellamy, glowing with fresh devotion, kneel on either side and lick his balls, his shaft, anywhere their tongues can reach while he fucks Sage’s throat raw.

I stand behind her, four fingers buried in her cunt, thumb in her ass, stretching her open, whispering filth against her ear. “Feel how empty you are, baby? That’s about to be his forever.”

He pulls out with a wet pop, spins her, lifts her clean off the floor and impales her on his cock mid-air. Sage shrieks, legs flailing, pussy stretched obscenely wide, juices already streaming down his balls. He walks her like a fuck-doll while Arden and Bellamy kneel beneath, tongues flicking her clit and his shaft in perfect, greedy unison. I fist her hair, **** her to watch in the cracked mirror: red hair wild, mouth slack, tears of pure overwhelmed lust, cunt gushing with every violent thrust.

He bites.

Fangs sink into the soft curve where neck meets shoulder. Sage’s orgasm is cataclysmic: an animal scream torn from her chest as her pussy erupts in endless, pulsing waves, squirting so hard it soaks all five of us, body seizing so violently he has to hold her by throat and cock alone. She comes until she’s hoarse, until her eyes glaze over, until every drop of will drains out of her and is replaced by him.

He lowers her gently into the puddle with her sisters.

Three identical redheads. Three identical bite marks, still weeping crimson. Three identical smiles of blissful, eternal slavery.

I crawl to him through the slick mess on the floor, kissing his feet, his calves, his thighs, until I reach his cock, still hard, glistening with all four of us. I take him down my throat in one slow, worshipful glide, moaning around him, tasting the Trinity and my own devotion.

He fists my hair, pulls me off, and kisses me deep, slow, possessive, letting me taste every girl I just delivered.

“My perfect, vicious hunter,” he murmurs against my lips. “Three in one night. My favourite forever.”

I come just from his words, pussy clenching hard enough to squirt across the ruined marble, body shaking, tears mixing with the mess on my face.

The Trinity watches with shining, newly enslaved eyes, already crawling closer, ready to worship.

And I, Jade, his favourite, most vicious, most cherished, smile through the aftershocks, cunt still pulsing, heart still racing.

Because tomorrow there will be another city. Another set of pretty things to break. Another altar of cum and blood and couture.

And I will always bring him the prettiest ones, on their knees, dripping, begging, until the whole fucking world kneels at his feet.

Just like I do.