Prequel part 2

The Master stepped inside, leather coat falling to the floor with a soft thud, and the air itself seemed to thicken, every breath tasting of sex and iron.

Sasha and Zoe were already naked, trembling, pupils blown wide from the visions we’d fed them all evening. Their bodies glistened with nervous sweat, nipples peaked, thighs slick. They dropped to their knees the moment his obsidian eyes found them.

I, Claire, pushed Sasha onto her back on the wide bed, straddling her face without a word. Her tongue plunged into me instantly, ****, sloppy, “Mmmph… Claire, you taste so fucking good!” I ground down, my pussy gushing over her mouth, the wet squelch loud as I moaned, “Eat me harder, slut, make me cum on your face!”

Beside us, Mia had Zoe bent over the mattress, fingers buried knuckle-deep in Zoe’s dripping cunt, pumping hard. “Unnh… yes, Mia, fuck me!” Zoe sobbed, hips bucking, juices dripping down her thighs. Mia’s tongue flicked her clit in merciless circles, “That’s it, soak my hand, you little whore.”

The Master moved like a shadow. He seized Sasha’s hips, lifted her effortlessly, and slammed his cock into her in one brutal thrust. Sasha screamed into my pussy, the vibration sending me over the edge. “Ohhh fuck, Master, wreck her!” I wailed, my climax crashing, pussy squirting hot streams over Sasha’s face, her own muffled shriek, “Mmmph, I’m cumming!” as her cunt convulsed around him.

He growled, fangs grazing Sasha’s throat, and bit. The wet, rhythmic sucking synced with her second orgasm, her pussy gushing violently, soaking his cock, the bed, her body arching like a bowstring. “Drink me… please!” she begged, voice breaking, tears of ecstasy streaming as she collapsed, utterly enthralled.

Without pause he turned to Zoe, yanking her from Mia’s fingers and impaling her against the wall. Zoe’s scream was raw, “Unnnh… so big, Master!” her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his back. He fucked her mercilessly, the wet slap of hips deafening, her pussy squirting with every thrust. “Harder… ruin my cunt!” she sobbed, breasts bouncing, nails clawing his shoulders. Mia dropped to her knees, tongue lapping at where they joined, moaning, “Mmm… taste her on you, Master.”

He bit Zoe mid-thrust, fangs sinking deep. Her pussy detonated, squirting in torrential arcs that splashed Mia’s face and the floor, her wail, “I’m yours… drink me!” echoing as she went limp, obedient, blissful.

Then he turned to us.

I was already crawling, dripping, begging, “Please, Master… fuck me, bite me again!” He threw me onto the bed beside the trembling new thralls, cock sliding into me with a single, punishing stroke. “Take it, Claire,” he snarled. My pussy clenched, squirting instantly, “Ohhh god, yes, split me open!” Mia straddled my face, grinding her soaked cunt against my tongue while the Master pounded me, wet slaps and squelches filling the room. “Mmm… eat me while he ruins you,” Mia moaned.

Sasha and Zoe, newly enthralled, joined without command: Sasha sucking my nipples, biting gently, Zoe’s tongue lapping at my clit around his thrusting cock. The sensations overloaded me, my body shaking, “Unnh… I’m cumming again… fuck!” Another violent squirt soaked everyone.

He pulled out, flipped Mia onto all fours, slammed into her from behind. She screamed, “Yes, Master, breed me!” her pussy gushing instantly. I slid beneath her in a sixty-nine, tongue plunging into her while he fucked her, tasting their mingled juices. Sasha and Zoe kissed each other sloppily above us, fingers buried in each other’s cunts, moaning into each other’s mouths as they came again and again.

At The Master’s rhythm became savage. He bit Mia’s shoulder, drinking deep; she convulsed, squirting so hard it splashed my face, her broken cry, “Drink me… forever!” Then he returned to me, fangs sinking into my throat while his cock drove impossibly deeper. The sting bloomed into pure rapture, my final orgasm ripping through me like lightning, pussy erupting in endless waves, “Master… I’m yours… always!” I sobbed, body shattering, juices flooding the sheets.

We collapsed in a slick, trembling pile of limbs and moans, five bodies bound by blood and cum, hearts beating in perfect, eternal rhythm with his. The Master stood over us, lips crimson, eyes glowing with satisfaction.

“Welcome to the flock,” he purred. “Tomorrow we take to the skies.”

And somewhere above the clouds, the hunt had already begun.