"Master." Z pleads.
"I know, get up and pass her to my cock. Rest two minutes."
I feel a bigger dick slipping inside. He's holding me up, fucking into me, standing. I look down. Draven is unrecognizable. His eyes burning red, his fangs extended. I gasp, moaning, "So pretty..." I smile down on him. He's fucking me ruthlessly. Holding me by my ass cheeks. Pulling me up and down. He growls, "hold my neck, Mare. I will suck your tits."
I've become delirious.
"Master." a whine.
"Lay down face up. I will take her to you."
I open my eyes and see Draven looking back. I nod, "I want you too. I want you too."
I have no idea what I'm saying. "Draven. I want it too." He smiles wickedly, devilishly.
"You'll be the death of us, Morgana." I feel hi, sifting me and what I assume is Z's dick entering my asshole.
As soon as it bottoms out Draven is over me, aligning again. I open my legs wide and smile.
He fucks me hard and I sigh loudly.
"Don't worry, my mare. We will give you what you need. Even if you don't understand it yourself."
I whine, "Babe, you're okay?"
"You both suck. Always putting he on edge, not letting me cum." I was hear the pout in his voice.
"I'm sorry. It's Daddy's fault."
"Daddy loves your body, princess. It's your own fault for being so perfect and when I see you with Azazel, the probability of me holding back flies out the metaphorical window."
"I love you both, now finish the job." I laugh.
They finish the job, getting A+. Excellent performance.
Draven POV
"Azazel, I'm getting worried now. Tell me exactly what she babbled out while crying her eyes out, as you so eloquently stated." I ask him, as soon as we place our Morgana to sleep.
"I don't recall it exactly. Let's see." he pauses, "She started crying and I asked if it was my fault or our fault for having such a relationship with her. She denied automatically and said she was mourning the person she thought she was but she's not, apparently because she's too into us and loses herself thinking of us." he shrugs.
"My love try to remember it all. It is important for both of us to love her the way she needs to be loved. Remember how I loved you? It took us a couple of years to adjust but I loved you completely, because I know you completely, my light, my precious love." I grab him, holding tight.
"Babe, I know. Calm down. Don't be afraid. She'll never run from us. I know she love us. I know it. Don't be afraid." he sighs, "I think she wants to be turned, she's imagining herself with us forever. She's afraid too. She doesn't want to lose us, becoming old and dying on us. Also, apparently, she thinks badly about her body and her face. Imagine that."
"What?"
"Yeah, I know. She's literally blind."
"Azazel, my baby. What did you say after that?"
"Draven."
"I'm not judging, my prince. You know that. I trust you to make the right decisions."
"I told her that she's perfect. You know me. I told her that she was everything my human male genes will look for in a woman. Then I said, fuck that, what about you as a person? And proceed to enumerate how awesome she is. Draven don't make me say it. It is private."
"Azazel. If it wasn't important, I would never ask, and you know it as well as me."
"Fuck. I told her she's amazing. How awesomely driven, fair, honest and empathic she is. That she's a force of nature and she'll do whatever she wants to with her life because she's exactly that amazing. That I'll be there applauding and cherishing her. Loving her, exactly as she is." he shivers, "There, I said it."
"I'm sorry, baby. You did well. You responded wonderfully."
"You think she'll be more stable?"
"I hope so. She's under a lot of pressure. Metting us and getting emotionally and physically involved with us is not helping. She'll have to walk her path. We can only watch and hold her when she cries."
"I don't want to see her like that again, babe. She looked devastated, broken. I was a second away of breaking down myself. You know how I despise myself when I can't take the heat and cry it out."
"My love, you aren't. I'm here, right?"
We look into each other's eyes, "Draven, we must be strong. Maybe we could manage to drink more so we can focus and have more energy for her."
I nod, "Yes. I will provide. I will provide. You know I always do."
"You always do." he sighs.
I try to kiss his head. He chuckles and bow his head a little for me.
"I can't lose you. I can't go back to the black hole I was for more than five hundred years, my love."
"I know, babe. You won't. She won't run. I promise you." he bites my ear.
"Ah, brat you should be massaging my shoulders. I'm carrying the weight of the world right now. Come, let's go to the healing room and relax. She'll sleep for hour now."
I wake up to an empty bed. It's dark. I get up and put on a robe. I open the bedroom and walk down the corridor. Where are my boys? Fuck. This house is so pretty. I stop to appreciate the paintings on the corridor walls.
"Morgan, sweety. Are you okay?" I hear Sam.
I look to the side of that voice source and smile, "Yeah. Sorry. I like this one. I mean, it's a little desperate but I like it." I point to the painting.
She laughs out loud, "I'll make sure to tell the artist."
"What? You know the painter?" I ask flabbergasted.
She nods and hugs me leading me downstairs, "You know him too."
"I do?"
"Yes, my sweet child. It was Alessandro that painted that one."
"Fuck. You guys are talented as fuck." I gasp, "Sorry. I mean, you're all pretty amazing and talented people."
"You've been spending too much time between the sheet with both your boys. Such foul mouthing."
I blush, "What? No, I haven't."
She chuckles, "Morgana, please. I'm a vampire. I can hear you, you know?"
I stop and look down, "I'm sorry for that."
I'm blushing furiously. I'm so ashamed. They all can hear us. Oh my... The things I have said.
She holds my upper arms and force me to look up, "Don't be sorry. I swear I put my phones on with my favorite tunes. I never heard much. Don't worry. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She says looking straight at me.
"Okay." I reply unable to say more.
"Now, I know you know I like your personality very much. I like assertive and honest women. That's why I'm allowing myself to be like that with you. My Sire and little brother love each other since day one, I saw it happen. It was a magical moment. I saw that happen when you got inside that SUV and looked at them both. You knew. Even if you haven't realized it. You knew. We women are special. We know certain things the other gender won't ever comprehend, even if they try. I've been waiting for a sister. Even if you're not my species, you're my sister now." She smiles wide. I admire her.
"Of course, Sam. I'm an only child. I'm horned to."
"Anything you need. Even if against my Sire and bothers directives. You can come to me." she sighs, "I will never let you down. I promise."
Out of nowhere I start crying.
She looks alarmed and hugs me, "Morgan, what is it?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so glad to hear you say that. I'm so glad. Thank you." I hug her back.
"Samantha, what is happening?" I hear Draven voice.
"You shut up, Draven. Go away." I respond right away.
I hear a huff and some wind passing us.
She laughs out loud, "Oh my God, I heard a whip so loud."
I let go of her, "Sorry. I just wanted to enjoy this."
"Okay. You go to the pouting vampire before he breaks something." she says walking away laughing.