Obsession

Chapter 13

Thirteen

A s the time rolled on, Ren found herself drawn into the intoxicating world of the vampires, their dark allure proving impossible to resist, despite the calm she maintained in her daily interactions. She felt a complex mix of fear, fascination, and something akin to attraction. Voices whispered in her mind at night, causing her to stir in her sleep. She often woke up sweating and aroused from her all too real dreams. Moist wasn’t the word to describe the full on dampness between her thighs.

The brothers were indeed monsters in their own right, but she couldn’t resist that—in a way—they were beautiful. Despite the death and violence they surrounded themselves with, they managed to make it all feel so grand and natural.

The once terrifying mansion now held a strange comfort for her, its bone walls bearing witness to her ever-evolving relationship with the brothers. They had twisted the macabre into something truly majestic in this place.

The mansion's grand halls echoed with laughter and low conversation, the brothers' charisma proving inescapable. The aroma of exotic perfumes and the scent of aged wine wafted through the air, creating a heady atmosphere of decadence. The taste of their exquisite cuisine was now familiar on Ren's tongue, a stark contrast to the fear that used to taint each bite. The new chef catered to her human palate much better than the last had.

Callum was always so gracious in offering the best to her, and it was him first, that drew her into hidden passions lying dormant beneath her fear. She found herself longing for his embrace and the comfort he offered. She was so drawn that she snuck to his room in the hours he would rest before they went out hunting and watched him while he slept. She felt a certain comfort in knowing that she could be around him in his most vulnerable state.

Ren had learned he often remained undressed in his sleep.

She had grown bold this night and as she pulled away the covers was startled by the form of him, so much so, that she gasped in surprise. His eyes bolted open and he sprung out of bed with the effortlessness only a creature of the night could possess.

His face was a contorted wrinkled mask of snarling fangs and black eyes that pooled crimson around them. He looked absolutely terrifying in that moment as he pounced on top of her. But recognition flooded into his awareness as he saw her face, and the wariness of his slumber wore off.

She saw him return to normal and the shock and fear turned into heat and lust behind her eyes.

“You’re afraid of me?” Callum asked while looking deeply into her eyes.

“No.” Ren answered plainly.

“Lie.” He pursed his lips and moved an errant strand of hair from her face.

Callum ripped at her corseted top and pulled all the strings down with a single slice of his clawed finger. Her heavy breasts spilled out and the once ample cleavage fell outward and flattened thanks to gravity and the fact she was lying face up now, on the thick bear rug that lied to the foot of his bed.

“Look at these perfect breasts. Shame you keep them hidden from me.” Callum said while gripping one tightly in his large hand. The breast was just enough to fill his hand with a bit spilling over. His grip punished the soft flesh enough to turn the flesh to almost bruising.

Ren’s nipple pebbled with the attention.

“I am beginning to think that you have a kink for pain, darling.” Callum tsks with his tongue against his teeth following the statement.

Callum watched as a blush spread from her cheeks to her breasts. A knowing smirk landed on his face.

He moved so that he had her legs spread with the weight of his body between them. Holding with only one hand both of her wrists above her head on the floor. He ground into her core with his hardened naked cock. The only thing separating them was the fabric of Ren’s dress.

Ren let out a small moan and rolled her hips against his.

“Do you believe everything they’ve written in those books you mentioned before? Do you believe that our bite is an aphrodisiac? That we can bite you and you will succumb to our every sexual desire?” Callum rapidly fired questions while he maintained a steady rhythm.

Ren moaned and nodded.

“Words!” He roared, his pace growing faster.

“Yes!” Her face carried a hint of worry behind the pleasure.

“It only works that way if we will it to.”

Callum leaned over and sunk his fangs into her breast. Gulping at the sustenance she provided him.

Her orgasm exploded not a moment later. Her moans of pleasure, just this side of wailing in pain.

Callum pulled out of her breast and licked his lips of the dark warm blood, though the wound continued to drip down to the center of her abdomen, and further toward her bunched dress material, neither cared.

“Please.” Ren didn’t know what she was begging for. Only that she wanted more.

Callum perched himself back onto his knees, releasing her entirely. His engorged cock thick and veiny—almost angry looking hovered in the space between them.

Ren licked her lips.

Callum’s eyes traced the movement.

“Please.” Ren’s breathy request was laced with lust and need. Gravelly and low in tone.

She found herself torn between leaning further forward and taking his cock into her mouth, or leaning back and arching up to take him straight into her aching pussy. She could feel the pool of wetness had begun to drip down along her slit. She was more than ready.

Ren grabbed the fabric of her skirt and pulled it up as high as she could. The nervousness of everything had her heart nearly pounding outside of her chest.

“Are you ready to take this cock like a good girl?” Callum gripped his member in his fist and lined it up with her core. Sliding the tip up and down to cover it in her juices.

Ren leaned back and arched herself so that only her shoulders and her feet were on the rug. Her gesture wasn’t enough for Callum though.

He reached around and slapped her ass, hard.

“Words!” he growled through his gritted teeth.

“Uhnn, fuck yes.” She moaned the words as she impaled herself on his dick. The stretch of his cock was too much. Even with all the extra lubrication, she still felt herself torn from his cock once it settled to the hilt. His thicker base, too much for her to take.

Callum proceeded to take a punishing pace. He drew back all the way until just his tip remained inside of Ren. His bulbous head pressed against her clit—that muscle inside building the pressure of her release. Then slamming back inside until he could feel her insides rearranging from the force of his fucking.

“You look so good lying there taking all of this dick. Take it. Take all of it.”

He watched as her tits swirled on her chest with the motion of their pleasure much like two sunny side up eggs swirling in a hot skillet.

Her release came the moment he pressed down on her clit with his thumb while simultaneously pressing with his other four fingers into her lower abdomen.

He was not far behind. Her pussy clamped down so tightly he had to stifle his motion for fear she would take the skin of his cock clean off.

He watched as she came down from her high, the last of his seed pumping within her.

A soft snore escaped her pouty lips.

Callum withdrew himself and cleaned her up with the torn dress. As he lifted her up the rest of the fabric fell from her body.

He laid her on his bed and covered her with the thin cotton sheet, all while she continued to slumber. Completely spent.

Callum pressed a small kiss to her lips.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.”