Kapitel 14: Chapter 14- Conversations in quiet rooms R-18*
POV-Josie
"Well, none of us are exactly normal anyway, Josie," Hope said, still caressing my cheek in the darkness.
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I could feel Dom's breath over my ear and neck, and again the hot itch from before filled my core, as his voice filled the makeshift room "Or are you worried we'd say no to your needs? He asks, kissing my neck. With their bodies so close to my own, pressed against the thin fabric of the summer uniform, I was feeling lightheaded. "I've got a devilish instinct that I'm not the only one in this relationship you want to be with, am I right?" Kissing deeper into my neck, tongue tracing the roughly kissed areas, my reply became nothing but an incoherent moan and I felt Hope's smaller, softer hands rubbing down my hips and then up to my breasts, cupping them gently in her grasp.
The sensations were driving me wild, and I felt a tugging in my heartstrings like never before, but I knew that any decisions about Dom and Hope, but especially Dom, needed to be made fully dressed and in a no-sex environment. Trying weakly to push them away, all my hands ended up doing was pressing against the soft tits I'd been dreaming of for years, and my words were broken by my own hoarse moans and heavy breathing.
"Wait," I eeped out between laboured breaths. "I'm not ready." In an instant, the intimacy stopped, and their touch changed from explorative and sexually charged to comforting, rubbing my shoulders and arms slowly as one would a friend.
Dom's words were slow and gentle, with not even a hint of the frustration I'd heard guys would have when getting interrupted or denied mid-way through. Turning to look into his eyes, there was only warmth, his words apologetic, "That was my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm sorry, Josie." I nodded with a soft smile and felt my cheeks redden, using the opportunity to slip out from between them and race back up the trail.
Hope POV
Watching as my favourite of Dr Saltzman's twins scampered up the trail in an embarrassed, yet torn state, I let out a small sigh. 'She's one of the few I would consider being intimate with, and she's kind, unlike her bitch of a sister. Separate the two and Josie's one of the only girls I ever wanted to be friends with, but apparently, even now she's too scared to take the leap and trust her gut.
Dom's gentle touch brings me out of my judgment, and looking up into his eyes I can see the concern on his face. 'He really is so transparent with his own emotions.' "Hope…I'm sorry for getting you involved without asking." Placing a soft, but warm kiss on my forehead, he leans back to look into my brown eyes. "Even if you think she's fit too," he chuckled briefly, "sorry for not asking first."
Gently patting his cheek, I laugh gently, "You make it really hard to hate you, you know that?" 'He was wrong about why I was upset, as I was the first to approach Josie, but I was glad nonetheless that he recognised he should have asked me first before turning my attempts to comfort a girl into the introduction to a three-way. Even if it would have been one of the hottest things in history,' I joke to myself. "I guess you'll have to make it up to me," I purr into his ear, hooking my arms around his neck for another kiss.
POV- Dominic
Making our way back to the school after a quick, but much-needed swim/ wash in the lake, Hope scampered off back to her room for a proper shower as I found Emma finishing up her day with the smaller, but not necessarily younger students. 'Being turned into a vamp as a kid is terrifying. Eternity, stuck in the body of a prepubescent child would be agony, the poor buggers.' Regardless, Emma looked so sweet as she waved them off, her sexy, yet calming British accent carried in her goodbye.
"Hey Emma," I call out, waving a greeting as I pass. As she turned, I was hit by a flurry of her confusion and embarrassment as she stammered out a reply.
"D-Dominic put back on your top," she hissed.
"I would, but I was headed back to my dorm anyway, and it's wet." Don't get me wrong, I had put on some shorts, but I hadn't figured a shirt would be such a big deal. Watching her gaze lock onto my chiselled body gave me a little pep of energy my reforming horns and swishing tail couldn't hide. It seemed to be the tail that broke her from her trance as she shook her head and looked around worriedly, noting the few girls, and a couple of guys that were equally transfixed. Storming over and grabbing me by the arm she dragged me down the hall as if I were a cat that had knocked something fragile off the table. Pulling me into her office she let out a sigh, casting a spell on my shirt that, with a sizzle, dried the water from the shirt. 'If she knew I could do that with hellfire, she would be pretty pissed off I reckon.'
Walking back over to pass me the now-dry shirt, she pushed it against my chest, looking awkwardly to the side. "Put it on and get back to your room, Dominic." 'God, that accent gets me so riled up.' Rather than grabbing the shirt from her hand, I pin her hand to my chest with my own, drawing her gaze back to me. "W-what are you doing?"
"Well Emma, I was wondering what a beautiful witch like yourself was doing, dragging a helpless and half-naked young man back to her office?"
Emma grew flushed at my words and her breathing quickened as she tried to focus, distracted by the thought that she had done exactly as I described. 'To other students who saw it, she looked like a sex pest. Not that anyone was really looking at anything besides me anyway. I think my natural attraction has increased somewhat.' Pulled from my thoughts by Emma, her words grew firmer as she focused past her embarrassment. "Dominic, take your shirt and get changed before anyone can accuse us of doing something we haven't."
"Oh, you're so right," my voice came out like a jibe, "I hate being accused of doing things I haven't." Leaning in with a whisper, my next words send a tingle down Emma's spine and set off a faint smell only I or a werewolf could have perceived. "Why don't we make them a reality?" I ask, my lips barely an inch from her face as I leaned down to meet her.
"D-Dominic," she gasped, as my second hand pulled her in by the waist, her hips now pressed to my thighs, with her chest squished against my stomach.
"Call me Dom," I whispered, planting a small, feather-soft kiss upon her cheeks, followed quickly by a second and a third.
With shallow, rapid breaths, she tried again, "Dominic, we need to stop." Another soft and honey-sweet kiss greeted her, but now upon her dark-red lips.
Pulling her tighter in against my body, I whisper again, "Call me Dom, Emma," before I meet our lips together for a far more passionate if tame kiss. While she wasn't recoiling at all, and her breaths became soft moans against my mouth, there was little return, and as she pulled back to breathe, she called out, this time with a touch more urgency.
"Dom, mmm, enough."
Pulling back and meeting her slightly clouded gaze I decided to let up a little, "so you didn't pull me back here to reenact what I did to Hope all over your office," I asked. "You didn't bring me here so I could bend you over the dark wood desk and fuck you till your body gave out?" Her body let out a groan as her legs squeezed tightly for a brief moment. "Whoops, my mistake. Totally sorry Emma, see you tomorrow," I said as casually as possible, planting a quick kiss on her cheek and walking out the door before she could react. 'Now that's all she'll be able to think about, and the best part is, absolutely no magic was needed. Just a sexy body and a stressed-out Milf-aged bombshell with a sexy accent.'
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Making my way back past the training hall and towards my room, I caught the faintest trail of Penelope's caramel voice from the large gymnasium. "You don't even know why she's upset, do you? You're complaining about Hope without even asking why she was actually upset." 'Who the fuck is she having a go at now?' I wondered, making my way quietly to the room as she continued to berate her victim. "You both like the same guy, which is obvious, but I bet you just assumed he'd fall for you, and if Hope left, you'd get first dibs right?"
Liz's somewhat hoarse voice came from deeper within the room, "No, that's not right. I know he's been flirting with Josie, but that's not the issue."
"Oh, you realised that ALL by yourself, now did you? Are you avoiding her because you're jealous of her? Is that why, when she came back in near tears, you came out here to work out your psycho issues?" Now within mere feet, Liz's eyes caught my own, horrified that I'd heard their conversation, and now even closer to crying. I reached out, sliding my fingers through Penelope's hair and with a firm, but still relatively gentle squeeze, held her by the hair.
"Apologise Penelope," I growled in her ear, and the dark purple of fear bloomed in my tempting minx of bitchy witch. "You know barely more than her, so don't get on your high horse." There was a moment of silence before I squeezed a little tighter, and the dark purple turned into a glossy and bright cherry red, and a startled moan slipped from her mouth. 'Kinky little masochist huh? I like that.' Liz stood dumbstruck as I forced Penelope into a rough bow, by her hair, transfixed both by the sight of her and her sister's nemesis bowing and staggered by the sound that just slipped from the girl. "Now, Penelope."
Another small moan slipped from her as I squeezed again, but she relented, her mouth forming words which, although coerced, would still hold meaning to Lizzy. "I'm sorry, Lizzy," she said breathily, "for being condescending without knowing anything." There was no doubt she wasn't really apologising to Liz, but to me, however, I was still turned on from Emma, and the sensational view of such a wicked bitch bent over with my hand holding her hair in my grasp was really turning me on. 'I have about 2-3 minutes to end this issue and find Hope or Penelope's gonna get fucking railed in front of Liz… I wonder if that would help their relationship?'
"Lizzie, you should go talk to Josie. Tell her I told you to talk to her." She nodded a little absent-mindedly and turned to leave. "And Liz," I called as she passed by, reaching out and pulling her tight to my side, "I want you too," I whispered. Though based on the heavy cherry red cloud surrounding Penelope, she wasn't the only one to hear it. "Go talk with your sister." Dragging Penelope along with me out of the gym past the blonde witch so stunned she appeared near paralysed and out to Hope's room, where I had a wicked idea of punishment for the disobedient witch.
Practically barging into the room with Penelope in tow, my hand now around the back of her neck for a more comfortable, yet just as controlling method of travel. "Dom? I'm just getting out of the shower now," Hope called. She had an obscene love for long showers, and once she moved into my room, I could bet everything I own the bath my rather fancy room had would be used almost every night by my charming Tribrid. Cleaning my entire body in a quick blaze of hellfire, I dragged Penelope over to a metal-framed desk chair, planting a small kiss on her surprised lips as I handcuffed her to the chair and wrapped her in the steel chain tight to the chair.
"I can still get out you know," she uttered with dark, shadowed eyes that drove me wild.
Walking behind her, I reached into the wardrobe that held both mine and Hope's winter dressing gowns, using the thick plush rope waistband as a gag, I tied Penelope's pretty, but toxic mouth shut. Tight enough to remove any hope of casting spells, but loose enough to allow her to breathe.
"What the fuck, Dom? Since when do we kidnap other students and bring them to our rooms? Is this because of Josie at the pier?"
"What? No. This is because Penelope was being a snarky bitch and trying to turn the twins against each other using me."
Hope looked over at the bound witch, her clothes dishevelled, and the look of defiance and lust both apparent in her eyes, warring with each other. "And you brought her here because? Oh. OOOHHHH! Oh, fuck yes, baby, we are so going to do that." Finally, my plan seemed to click into place for Hope and her own deep cherry red lust slammed into me, while she held a wickedly sadistic grin on her face. "Such a bad girl. Whatever will we do?"
R-18 Ahead*
Still naked Hope almost skipped over in front of me, and not even two feet from the heavily bound Penelope, she kissed me with as much aggression as I'd ever seen from her. As the kisses grew more passionate, tongues battling for dominance, I gently bit Hope's lip with a soft pull of the rubbery pinkness. Sliding my hands from her cheeks, down her shoulders and waist to her plump, juicy ass, I begin squeezing and playing with the beautiful bubble butt, pulling her tightly against my hardening rod. "Mmm, babe, it seems a little unfair that I'm the only one naked," Hope reasoned, pulling back gently from the kiss, urging me to kiss down her beautiful neck as I kicked off my shoes and socks, Hope's aggressive hands tearing the shorts free from me. As I hadn't bothered wearing anything under them after the swim, the violent action caused my meat to swing free, bouncing up at full mast barely a foot from Penelope's flushed and muffled face.
Turning Hope to face Penelope, I kiss down her back, my hands groping her giant, soft breasts, and sliding down to her bare hips and waist. Picking her up and dumping her on the bed, I lined up so that if I glanced up I would be looking directly at both Hope and Penelope for better immersion, and with both my tail and tongue flickering, I ravaged her body. Switching from delicate tongue flicks and kisses to rough twisting and biting of the nipples, Hope was a moaning and shrieking mess, her nails trying to rip through my back and scalp. The shaft of my tail slid along her smooth legs and rubbed along her sopping wet slit, between her legs and between her ass cheeks, stimulating the entrances to both of her lower holes as my tongue and hands worked over her soft breasts and treated her erect clit to a torturous sucking and flickering motion with my mouth. As Hope came down after her most recent orgasm, I rubbed my very erect dick against her wet slit and between her drenched thighs, completely lubricating every surface of my shaft and head.
Flipping my sexy girlfriend onto her stomach, she now had a clear sight of the desperate and violently aroused Penelope, and her smile again grew wicked. "Oh, baby, stick it in slow. I want to see her watch as you put your fat dick inside me." Again, Penelope wriggled against her restraints, but with a soft kiss from the girl beneath me, I slid inside with an almost painfully slow speed, every inch working its way deep inside her pussy until I met with the cervix once more as I bottomed out. "Now speed it up, baby. Show her what it's like to be fucked by a demon. My second pump was drastically different to my first and as my sadistic girlfriend requested, I slammed deep and fast inside her. Each pull pack left no more than an inch or so still inside before I slammed back inside with an almost feral speed, Hope's soft moans now a mixture of animalistic growling and deranged mumbling about having my cock inside her. Within a few minutes, Hope came again, her supernatural regeneration and strengthened body leaving her more than willing to go again after the hour or two we spent by the lake. Again, I worked into her, and this time, rather than simply letting her cum as she wished, I stopped, summoning a groan of anger and annoyance from my Hope. Flipping her from doggy onto her back, I pinned her thick, creamy legs to her chest, her knees and feet now over her shoulders as I pumped deeply inside of her, stuffing my cock into her womb as I felt the pressure build within me. Holding myself back as she bordered her orgasm again, I felt the claws rip into my arms in an attempt to spur me on, but I knew it would be worth the wait…for both of us.
Picking up the pace to a ferocious level, using almost full-strength thrusts that called deep and bestial growls and shouts from the stunning girl beneath me, I waited until she began to cum, and slammed myself as deep as I could, pumping a thick load directly into her womb. There was so much cum, that in addition to her own juices, both juices leaked out of her pussy with no sign of stopping.
"Now it's time for the naughty girl to finish her timeout don't you think so, Hope?" Hope's eyes were completely glazed over, and I knew that for the next few minutes, she would be completely dead to the world. Rising smoothly from the bed, I strode to the bound witch, who seemed almost as rabid as Hope had been, leaning as far towards me as she could, mumbling and moaning. Her jeans were completely ruined, soiled and stained from the girl's own orgasms, drawn from her own persistent leg grinding and the admittedly heavenly performance of sin we gave her as fap material.
Reaching around her head to ungag her, Penelope's head shot forward like a viper, and while still completely bound, with hazy eyes and a drooling mouth and slit, took my still-hard cock into her mouth. "Holy shit, you both taste amazing. Oh, let me clean up your cock every time you finish. Let meaufffghh." Her next words were interrupted by my cock in her mouth, and as she actively sucked and licked my dick and balls clean of any mess, I knew exactly how to wake up Hope. Walking to the bedside table and reaching down into the bottom drawer for the joke gift I had bought Hope, I slipped the leather collar around Penelope's neck. Noticing the near absence of reaction besides another quiver through her body, I released the chains but left her handcuffed, walking her over to Hope's lying and leaking form.
"You're going to clean up Hope's pussy, and you're going to suck up ALL of my cum and her juices from her sweet, delicious pussy aren't you?" The collared witch shivered beside me, but let out a quiet yes in agreement. "Now be a good girl and next time we might let you sit on the bed with us as we fuck each other." Now readily incentivised, Penelope dove on the seeping pussy like a greyhound does a rabbit, licking from the bottom of Hope's soft thighs up to her pussy, sliding her tongue along the labia and up to the clit, giving a quick flick with her tongue before resuming. Breathing in Hope and my scent with deep breaths, the witch buried her face in Hope's snatch, her tongue as deep as she could make it go as she sucked with the same ferocious intensity, she used to clean my cock moments before. Hope's eyes fluttered for a moment before a soft moan slipped from her as she woke to her new sensations.
Looking over at me, who had sat beside her, with one hand caressing her cheek as Penelope cleaned her out, she again showed that wicked smile. "Not even two weeks together and we've already adopted a pet, how sweet." We both knew Penelope would only be treated like a submissive sex pet in the bedroom, but there was something about the shared domination of her that brought the two of us even closer together.
Sharing a deep and passionate kiss with my auburn-haired sweetheart, I pulled Penelope from her cunt, "Good girl Penelope, and with this, who do you belong to?"
The heavy embarrassment and lust battled within her before she reasserted herself and spoke with conviction, "I am master Dominic's and no one else." A tingle shot through me and I felt on top of the world. Placing a kiss on her lips just as I had to Hope, I was glad our relationship was growing smoothly.
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