Plat de résistance

My shirt now lays on top of the sleeping girl on the kitchen floor. I have pulled my pants back on, just to walk the few feet between me and the girls seating on the couch, but my cock is still hard, covered in Strawberry’s fluids, still thirsty for pussy.

From the moment I started fucking their auburn strawberry flavored friend, sucking on her tit, driving myself into her, until the time she collapsed, exhausted by my unnatural speed and strength, exhausted by my feeding, exhausted by horny me, they have not been able to take their eyes of us, of me.

“Don’t mind me,” I say, towering above them, chest covered in the sweat and blood of their friend, in this gentle and soothing voice I can muster when I want people to do exactly what I say.

Reluctantly, the girls on the couch take their eyes off monstrous me standing in front of them. As they face each other again, a spark reignites in their gaze. A hand, the brunette’s, between the redhead’s thighs, conveniently forgotten because of the show I just gave them, resumes its stimulation. Lips part, begging for the other girl’s kiss, and, as commanded, they forget about me. Closing the gap between them, they start kissing again. Standing there, I observe with interest this beautiful display of sapphic love, another perk of the sexual revolution. The dark haired one proceeds with her interrupted conquest of her colleague’s body, forcing the round faced girl to lay back down, forcing herself on top of her, slowly taking over. Careful not to disturb her, I run a hand over her shoulders, down her bare back top, before laying it against her ass. Receptive, she wiggles around to cup her rump into my palm. My nails, long and sharp, grope into her meat. She whimpers through the kiss she is giving her now clearly loosing partner. The claws at the end of my fingers start to tear through the fabric of her cheap pants. She moans louder, squirming more and more. My talons slowly pierce her skin, filling the air with the delicious scent of her blood. A hint of vanilla, how curious. I collect some and lay it on my tongue. This one tastes amazing. Something woody and complex flows below the strong sweet and creamy scent. I suspect the onset of diabetes with this one.

I let my pants drop on the floor before kneeling next to them. I push the brunette’s hair out of the way and drive my fangs into the nape of her neck. She squirms in pain and a faint scream dies between the conjoined lips of the two lovers. I drink deep, gorging myself on her fabulously sweet blood.

Of course, like with everyone else for the last four centuries, the pain recedes as it is replaced with intense bliss. She has a harder and harder time keeping the upper hand in the battle against her redhead counterpart. I can feel her flail between the two of us, trying to catch her breath, trying to push back her friend and now lover, trying to stay afloat but constantly being dragged away by this unstoppable tide of bliss.

I let go of her neck, she lets go of her lover’s lips and seats back on the couch. Her breath is short, her eyes are hallucinated, she looks at me with intense disbelief, a bit as if she had never experienced anything remotely as good. A bit as if, or exactly as if; I lean towards the latter. Blood has been abundantly pouring down her cleavage and is now pooling over her breast. I cannot stop myself from licking my lips, and why would I?

Her friend, the round faced redhead, grabs my chin and turns my head towards her.

“Can I have some of that?” She asks in the most candid manner.

I keep on smiling and move from my crouching position to replace my sweet brunette on top of the redhead. I do not go for the lips, no time for kisses, flowers or chocolate boxes anymore. The girls and I have already stepped in the hardcore porn section of this little soirée. My finger, pressing on her chin, forces her face to a side. She holds her breath as I start nuzzling her. Under my hand, her breast is warm, I squeeze it. She lets out a small complaint but, then, taking advantage of the small opening she gives me, I go for her neck and bite. I get the expected surprise cry, soon followed by deep moans. This one tastes like green apple. Why not? Tonight I am getting the whole spectrum and I am not the one who will complain about it. I drink for a while feeling how she melts below me, feeling her nipple harden in the cavity between my thumb and my index, feeling her breath accelerate and then turning into heavy panting in my ear.

And then, Vanilla brunette joins in the party. She grabs my balls from behind and starts to knit. I grunt in approval. She slithers on top of me, kissing my back, biting my neck, spurting the dirtiest things into my ear. I grunt again, still in total agreement with her initiative. Her blood, still pouring from her neck, dripples on my back, warm and sticky. Green apple is about to come so I stop and turn towards Vanilla. Her fingers are now around my shaft, groping and pulling.

“Bite me again,” she pleads through her lips.

“No, me…” Green Apple.

I turn back again and laugh. The look on both girls’ faces is precious, quite similar, bliss, rapture, beatitude, complete and utter felicity. I am their God and they would do anything for me, especially if I promised them a little taste of my fangs again.

“You’ll have to earn it…”

And they do.

In no time, I am sitting on the couch. On each side, the girls are competing for my attention. Green Apple Redhead has swallowed my cock, Vanilla Brunette is nibbling on my nipple, letting her blood flow on my chest, then collecting it with her tongue and then feeding it to me, in languorous kisses. I let them battle for a little while. Green Apple is good with her lips, she takes me deep into her throat and moves expertly along my shaft, far away from the prude little girl I pictured her when I watched her trying to fend off Vanilla. Vanilla on the other hand gets points on originality, but the flow from her neck is running weaker as the blood coagulates around the wounds. She realizes it and soon kneels by the Red Green Apple.

“Let’s share, you greedy slut,” she whispers to her friend.

I suspect her of meddling with Apple’s drenched affairs because suddenly, the redhead stops, eyes snapping wide open, and lets out a long and delighted lament only muffled by my cock. As her eyes roll backwards into their sockets, she struggles to let my cock out. Out of curiosity, pulling my ass deeper into the couch, I help her. She coughs a little.

“That was low, you bitch,” she spits tussling to catch her breath, clearly glad of her friend’s continued ministration.

But Vanilla takes advantage of my freed cock and starts to run her tongue along its length. With a nasty look for her friend, Green Apple goes for the other side. A hand from each girl around the shaft, Green Apple’s other hand in her friend’s hair, Vanilla’s still occupied with Apple intimacy, they both start to work eagerly on my dick. This feels very good, very very good. I let my head rest back, looking at the ceiling.

A cockroach takes a stroll upside down over our heads. I keep an eye on it. The little fucker takes its time to cross from one end of the room to the other, totally oblivious to what is happening below him. I have had many witnesses to my feedings over the years but few as uninterested as the roaches.

On my cock, fingers intertwine with fingers, tongues lap and lick, lips kiss and nibble. All of them marvelously pleasant. These two are good at this and they seem to be enjoying it very much. I can feel a bit more enthusiasm on my left where Vanilla is because, I suppose, she is still distracting Green. If I was to make this competition a formal one and conclude it now, she would get my fangs first. But Green does not let her friend take over completely. Sneaky, between two moans, she hunts for Vanilla’s lips on my cock, she sucks her fingers, trying to destabilize her.

“Ooooh! Fuck! That does it!”

Green suddenly lets go off me, she sounds both pissed and extremely pleased. I really do not know what Vanilla did to her but it must have been quite good, because the redhead continues.

“You filthy slut! I am done with this! You’re not getting any more of this pussy tonight.”

The intonation she puts in that last word suggests that she plans on going regular with Vanilla. Sorry to disappoint you, sister, but chances are that this will not be possible. All you will remember from tonight will be a vivid dream that will quickly fade into a vague set of lusty impressions before totally disappearing from your memory more or less the same time the bite marks will vanish from your skin at some point of the coming weeks. Chances are that even if you will start to feel a bizarre attraction to your colleague, you will never act on it. You seem to be a regular straight girl and even if my influence can **** you to explore other paths you would otherwise not dare take, over the next days you will go back to being the same old regular straight girl.

“No more of my pussy for you tonight!” She insists before continuing. “You, on the other hand…”

That last part she said squeezing my cock. Initiative, initiative… And initiative, she takes. She lets go of me, and starts to climb. Leaving the cockroach to its own business, I look down to find my line of sight obstructed by Green Apple’s generous tits wrapped in her blood stained white flannel shirt. Will she stop here? I wonder. Will she put her ass on her friend’s face to get my cock all for herself? Apparently not because, she does not stop. She climbs and climbs, stepping on the couch. My fangs strain when her bare belly steps into view. And she continues climbing until, tucking her feet firmly on each side of my hips, she curls back offering me a magnificent view of her pink flesh. Glistening in the low light, the poor girl’s pussy has been seriously handled by Vanilla. Here and there, patches of white thick cream, including one leading from the base of her slit to her asshole, asshole that has also been handled apparently. Could be the reason of her final outburst.

“This is all yours!” she says triumphant and, by doing so, she gets a few extra points on the little competition between her and Vanilla.

Offered like this, who could refuse? So I dive in, tongue first and she tastes fresh, also warm and rich but fresh at the same time. She tastes like a glass of cold white wine on a warm summer evening. She tastes like a delicious apple, she tastes like she has been enjoying herself a lot, sweaty and creamy at the same time, abundantly lubricated. My tongue is deep inside of her, as deep as possible and I lap, collecting her fluids. Vanilla tries to beat her friend by swallowing me but I think that, in the end, Green Apple is the one who will get the first prize. She deserves it, having faced all the challenges she did, having overcome all the traps Vanilla set in her path, she played me instead of her contender and by doing so, by offering me to participate rather than just considering me the piece of meat they both played with, she got it.

I shift a bit, accommodate my jaw and slowly, very slowly, holding her ass with both my hands, I let my fangs tear through her skin. A hand on the wall, she convulses. A loud scream of pleasure explodes in her chest as I get a double reward, a delicious burst of her green apple flavored blood and a powerful burst of squirt. It all goes down my throat. My upper lip on her clit, my fangs grinding in her flesh, my tongue collecting the blood from her mons and her juices from inside her hole, I make her mine.

Vanilla stops working on my cock. I suspect, being unable to see anything beyond Green Apple’s red pubic hair tickling my nose, that she just realized that she just lost the privilege of getting my fangs first. Not being a sore loser, after getting out of her pants and probably ruined panties, she climbs on the couch and impales herself on me. Slowly, giving me a appreciated change of pace, she starts rocking her hips. I exhale at the pleasant surprise, blood trickle on my chest. I can feel Vanilla’s tongue cleaning me, then her lips climb up my neck, her nose finally nesting in Green Apple’s ass. The redhead above me, already screaming her lungs out, manages to redouble on the expression of the gratitude towards us. This will definitely get the flat owner a series of complaints from her neighbors. By the way, where is she? I wonder for a fleeting second.

But the new height in her pleasure gives a kick to the endorphins in Green’s blood making it even more tasty. I feel that I will come soon and even if I appreciate Vanilla’s attentions, I have another idea on my mind right now.

Inspired by the little sight I got, just before I got my fangs into action, I am now standing over the couch towering over the two girls that have resumed their kissing one on top of each other, presenting me their rears for me to admire and, of course, do whatever I want with. Vanilla does not sound too resentful towards the Green Apple. I smile, Apple’s asshole is now in my crosshair. I shove my cock in. The ample lubrication makes the penetration almost not painful, but I think I have established for these two that pain and pleasure come hand in hand tonight. After a while, I switch to her friend’s delicious pussy. I do the switch a few more times between the four offered holes before I come.

Taking a break, a time for tenderness and nurturing, both girls cuddling in my arms, still petting my cock, I alternatively sample different parts of their anatomies with deliciously gentle bites, mixing vanilla and apple on my taste buds.