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caineyouseeme · 21 days

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Vampire Izzy P.1 (complete)

(TW: themes of DV, blood, sexual content)

Thinking about Vampire Izzy today…

Vampire Izzy, who gets injured on a raid but is too proud to tell anyone. Of course, his captain (Stede since Ed has fucked off to be a rodeo clown or whatever it was this week) had noticed his absence and goes looking for him.

Izzy’s bare torso is a sickly grey twinged with green. It contrasts the jar of something red in his hands. He sneers at it as Stede pushes into cabin, forgetting to knock in his hurry. “Fuck off!” Izzy hissed before Stede could begin. “Sorry!” He yelped, covering his eyes.

It reminded Izzy of a child playing hide and seek. There was moment of silence in which Stede appeaed to remember that he’s the captain and that, more importantly, there was a dark wound spreading like spider webs from Izzy’s side. “You’re hurt!” Stede exclaimed.

“I noticed,” Izzy retorted, rolling his eyes, but it lacked the usual malice. “Don’t worry yourself Bonnet, this is nothing for someone like me.” But that didn’t seem right. Of course Stede knew what Izzy was and had seen him heal from from worse than this, but whatever this was, wasn’t healing.

Stede ignored Izzy’s protests and came to sit beside him on the cot. Izzy curled inwards, his body turning away from the captain. Stede was taken aback. Izzy seemed almost… afraid of him. It made his heart ache.

“I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“ Stede spluttered as he moved to stand, but cut off when a trembling hand gripped his thigh. He met Izzy’s gaze with hesitation. Izzy’s pupils were blown wide, causing his eyes to look nearly black. The grey skin only highlighting their appearance. “Shut up,” he rasped.

Stede did.

“Fucking merchant tipped his knife with poison…” he brought the jar to his lips again, sniffing it with displeasure before taking a swing. He eyed Stede, but the captain forced himself to remain silent. “‘M not human, so it’s not fatal.”

Stede relaxed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “So then, why is it..” he ventured, gesturing to the dark tendrils.

Izzy laughed humorlessly. “Happens sometimes, when I’m…” he seemed to choose the words carefully, “rationing.”

Stede’s brow furrowed.

Izzy suppressed an exasperated sigh as he raised the glass of, what Stede was beginning to suspect was, blood in a mock cheers.

“But we were just on a raid… couldn’t you have… uh, eaten?”

Izzy suppressed another eye roll. “Guess I forgot to take a bite as I was getting fucking stabbed.” He sighed. “I have some here anyways. It’s fine,” he said this last part more to himself than Stede.

Stede hadn’t moved though. He seemed to be hesitating on something.

“Just spit it out Bonnet.”

“Right then, might I ask, uh—whose is that?” He asked, pointing to the jar in Izzy’s hands.

Izzy curled around it, his grip tightening as if Stede might try to wrestle it from him. “Ed’s,” he breathed, staring down at the liquid.

“Ah—and is it, I mean, it’s fine if it so, but is it always…”

He trailed off, but Izzy knew what was coming. “Yeah. It’s… it’s always Ed.”

“So then… when was the last time the two of you uh, did… that?”

Izzy’s lips curled in sneer. “Not sure. when did you come back?”

They were quiet for a long time then. Well, a long time for Stede. It gave Izzy time to finish his ‘drink’ at least.

“And since then…” asked, predictably.

Izzy raised the empty jar in response before setting it on the ground.

Stede fidgeted, fingers tugging at the hem of his sleeves as he stared intently down at them.

Izzy gave a long suffering sigh. He was exhausted and his side ached and, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Bonnet smelled fucking delicious. The whole thing was giving him a migraine.

“Just spit it out so I get sleep. Got stabbed today and all,” he growled.

“And poisoned!” Stede offered, unhelpfully.

Izzy’s returning look was deadly.

Stede cleared his throat. “Ah yes, right—well it’s, it’s just… why? No—no, I mean, I not WHY. But, why just him? Just Ed? I mean, couldn’t you… you know, eat… anyone?”

Izzy snorted, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile. He considered lying. He was fairly sure Stede would believe anything he said about vampires, but, as amusing as the thought was, Izzy found himself needing Stede to understand. Or, at least, knew he might be able to.

“It was…” Izzy began, choosing his words carefully, “an arrangement we made, Eddie and me, back when we first met. I’d be his attack dog and he’d make sure I never went hungry… well, that’s what we told ourselves at least. I think by agreeing to only feed from him, Ed was making sure I needed him as much as he needed me.” Izzy knew it was true the moment he’d said it, but even so, the words felt like a betrayal.

There was evident confusion on Stede’s face as he searched Izzy’s carefully composed expression. “But if you agreed to that, if he agreed to that, why does he… I mean, surely he didn’t leave enough for this many weeks?”

Izzy’s expression was soft, almost sad as he contemplated the question. “Eddie doesn’t always think past himself. You should know that by now.”

Stede did. He wished he didn’t, but he did. “But if you know that, why keep starving yourself like this?”

Izzy flinched at the words. He knew it was true, but it still hurt to hear allowed. He considered telling Stede to fuck off, but he’d been honest so far, why not keep going? “We made that deal nearly forty years ago.”

A series of complicated expressions crossed Stede’s face as he considered that. “So for over three decades you’ve only ever had…?”

“Stupid, isn’t it?” Izzy laughed humorlessly.

“No.”

That’s surprised Izzy. He met the captain’s gaze and found it gentle.

“I don’t think it’s stupid Isr—Izzy. I think it’s… romantic.”

“Got a fucked sense of romance,” Izzy retorted, but there was an ache in his chest now that had nothing to do with his wound.

“Suppose I do,” Stede chuckled. “So that’s why you aren’t healing like normal? You need more blood?”

“I’m still healing faster than you lot,” Izzy growled.

“Well then,” Stede announced, hands clapping together in front of him, “there’s only one thing for it!” And without another word, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.

Izzy stared in apparent horror. “I’m not fucking—“ he began, voice taking on a nervous edge.

“Nonsense!” Stede interrupted. “I’m the captain and that means your deal is with me now.”

Izzy wanted to argue that being captain was never part of the deal, that it was between him and Edward, but the words had died in his suddenly very dry mouth.

If Izzy had had enough blood, he would have blushed. As it was, he was determinedly not staring at Stede’s chest nor his surprisingly muscled arms.

“Alright then, how do we do this?” Stede asked with far too much enthusiasm.

“Do…?” Izzy began, his brain refusing to accept the scene before him. “Oh. Oh! I— no, we don’t—“

But Stede was waving away his protests. “Mister Hands, it is your duty to remain in peak physical condition in order to protect this crew. How can you expect to do that when you are wounded?”

Izzy had rarely heard what he thought of as Stede’s ‘captain voice’ and he had to admit, he didn’t hate it. He also didn’t hate the idea of tasting him, as guilty as the idea made him feel.

Izzy gnawed absently at his lip. “It won’t be what you expect,” he warned.

“I can do it,” Stede replied resolutely.

Izzy groaned in defeat. “Just don’t complain if it hurts, Bonnet. You offered.”

Stede straighten with evident delight, despite Izzy’s ominous warning. “Noted!”

Izzy took a deep breath, steadying himself. It would be a shame if he accidentally decapitated Stede… Probably.

He nudged Stede’s shoulder until he turned, giving Izzy a better angle. He swallowed and Izzy couldn’t help but watch the way his gently freckled neck worked. He leaned in, pausing a hairs breath from Stede’s throat. He inhaled, letting himself savor the scent of sweat and blood. “Are you sure?” He asked, voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Stede breathed, tone resolute.

Izzy’s fangs were thin and needle sharp. They broke through the skin easily and soon his mouth was flooded with the sweet liquid. He drank deeply, savoring the warmth that spread from Stede, into him. There came a low, guttural moan and Izzy froze. Had that been him?

“S—sorry,” Stede squeaked.

Izzy licked the small wound, his saliva causing the blood to clot. “Didn’t think you were into that,” he teased, though it lacked the usual edge with the way Izzy continued to mouth at his skin.

“I’m not!” Stede protested. “It’s just felt kind of… good, is all.”

“Told you it wouldn’t be what you expected.”

“Did you… I mean, you can have some more, if you want.”

Izzy couldn’t seen his face, but he could practically hear him blush. “You sure?” He breathed.

Stede nodded, his unshaven chin tickling Izzy’s cheek. “I want you to.”

Izzy let things go fuzzy around the edges then. It’d been a long time since he’d lost himself like this. Even with Ed, Izzy never knew when his mood would shift and Izzy would get shoved to the ground, or worse.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t think about the way he was wrapping both arms around Stede and pulling himself closer. It wasn’t until he heard Stede’s ragged, “Iz—Izzy, are you—ah—are you sure?” That Izzy came crashing back to himself, only to realize he was straddling Stede’s waist, one hand on his neck and the other dimpling his back. Only when Izzy’s hips stilled did he realized he had been shamelessly dry humping the other man. Well, not exactly dry.

Izzy started back and would have fallen if Stede hadn’t held on. He began to splutter nervous apologies, intending to flee the cabin in embarrassment, but cut off as stede pulled him forward again. He was hard, the line of his cock pressing pointedly between Izzy’s thighs.

Izzy’s cunt throbbed at the proximity. “Yeah,” he rasped, meeting Stede’s hungry gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure.” His hands pressed between them, trembling the slightest bit as he pulled at Stede’s laces.

Izzy stood to strip away his smalls. Stede stared up at him, eyes glinting in the dull lamp light. He pressed his lips to the inky tendril that crested Izzy’s stomach, kissing him there as he pulled away the last of Izzy’s clothing.

Izzy stepped clear of the shorts as Stede pulled his own trousers off, nearly tearing them in his haste. They tangled around his ankles, catching on the boots he’d forgotten to remove.

Izzy barely waited for Stede to kick his boots away before he was leaning in, hands on Stede’s shoulders and one knee, the one he’d only nearly managed to heal after being shot, braced beside him.

“You sure?” Izzy repeated, hoping he kept the tremor from his voice. If his heart could beat, he knew it would have been racing.

Stede steadied himself with one hand on the bed and tilted his head to the side, exposing the freshly healed punctures. “Yes.”

It was said with so much conviction that Izzy didn’t protest. He sank down until the tip of Stede cock teased his leaking cunt. He was breathing hard. It wasn’t technically something he had to do, but it felt natural in these moments. The two of them, breathing the same air with nothing and everything between them.

Izzy’s eyes fluttered shut as he was filled. Stede’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him down. Izzy let out a shaky breath and let his lips fall back to Stede’s throat. He didn’t bite down again, not yet. He kissed along Stede’s collar, the kisses deepening until he was leaving dark bruises in the skin. He rolled his hips, feeling stede press against his walls before rising up and crashing back down.

Stede moaned in his ear, his throat vibrating against Izzy’s lips. He bit. Again the warmth spread through Izzy, this time feeling as if it went directly to his cunt.

How long had it been since he’d been touched like this? His belly and cunt were both full for the first time in ages and he reveled in it.

“God you feel absolutely incredible,” Stede murmured, his hand coming up to tangle in Izzy’s hair. Pulling just enough for him to feel it.

Izzy licked a stripe up the captain’s neck, teasing Stedes earlobe between his teeth and grinning when he felt him shutter. Izzy pulled back, mouth slightly agape with little moans as stede thrust into him.

Stedes eyes were half lidded, his brow furred in concentration. He smiled when he saw Izzy watching him and it was a brilliant thing. He rubbed his thumb across the corner of Izzy’s mouth before holding it out to him, a thin red line across its surface.

Izzy didn’t know how Stede could be so blasé when it came to his own blood, but he didn’t much care at the moment.

He sucked the digit between his lips with more enthusiasm than was necessary. It was worth it though, if the way Stede’s cock twitched at the sight was any indicator.

“You taste fucking incredible,” Izzy groaned. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but he was feeling strangely giddy.

“Show me?” Stede whispered.

Izzy didn’t hesitate. He cupped Stede’s face between his hands and kiss him. It was long and deep, their bodies rocking slowly as they devoured each other.

Izzy broke away first with a small cry. “Yes! Th—there, fuck— harder, Stede!” He moaned against Stede’s lips.

Stede gripped his hips and fucked into him, finding the spot that made Izzy cry out over and over until he was tumbling over the edge, coming hard on Stede’s cock, the captain’s name still on his lips.

Stede’s answering kiss was haphazard, interrupted with little whimpering cries. He clutched Izzy to him, burying his face in Izzy’s shoulder and breathing him in as Izzy was filled.

They lay together, some time later, after stede had fetched water for the basin and fresh towels. Of course, he hadn’t bothered to redress completely, throwing on only his trousers and loose boots. A fact which the crew had both noticed and commented on. Izzy cursed them all silently, but couldn’t find it in himself to be mad just then.

“How does it feel?” Stede asked, his fingers trailing over the nearly dissipated marks that the poison had left. They lay back to front. Stede spooning Izzy loosely, his right hand tracing the fading wound.

“A little sore, but not nearly as bad as it was. Thank you, by the way, for… well, thanks,” Izzy muttered, glad he didn’t have to see Stede’s expression.

Stede kissed the base of Izzy’s neck in response. “Of course. I’ll always take care of my first mate.”

Izzy felt the corners of his eyes prick and he blinked back the tears before they would form. “Always?” he managed, throat thick.

Another kiss, this one to the top of Izzy’s head. It was strange how natural it all felt and yet, so foreign to them both.

“Always.”

——End——

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he-goes-down · 4 months

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The Blood That Moves The Body:

-irl friend req

Masterlist

Pairing: Vamp! Izzy x reader x Were! Slash

- quick moment of silence for me not finding a gif-

Warnings: smut (with plot), threesome, vampires, werewolf, fingering, unprotected p in v, oral! M receiving, slight oral!F receiving. Blood

Second person pov:

A low animalistic growl echoed through the trees as you walked through the dark foggy forest. Standing dead still, your senses peaked with anxiety. Your eyes scattering from one dark corner to another, swearing that each shadow was out to get you. Your eyes landed to in-front of you. In the distance, orange-yellowish eyes glowed out of the darkness. The eyes position closer to the ground, like a wolf staggering and bending down as it stalked it’s prey. With one fast growl and leap your live flashed before your eyes. You were paralysed in fear. Couldn’t move. Only put your hands and arms in-front of you, squeezing your eyes shut. Ready to embrace quick death.

Breathing hard, that was the only thing you heard. Your breath. And silence, the sound of charging towards you on the soft forest floor was gone. Another hard breath. Not yours. A warm blow on your hand, your one eye peered open. The beast. Now in-front of you, the moonlight shining on it’s dark brown fur, had all the features of a wolf except it was huge. It’s head tilted like a puppy as it sniffed the hand that was still frozen in-front of you. After a few nerve racking sniffs it began to lick ur hand, getting more playful after each one. It’s tongue nearly bigger than your hand itself. But you began to relax seeing it was friendly and for now harmless. Taking a big sigh as your other hand went to the side of its furry head, scratching through it like you would to a dog. It seemed to enjoy it, you pulled your hand away from it’s tongue and began scratching the other side of it’s face. It’s eyes closing and mouth open panting as your scratched in all the right places.

‘It’s like a puppy.’ You thought to yourself. ‘Just an abnormally large and kinda freakish one.’ You added to your inner dialogue.

“Oh, he’s no puppy.” You heard a voice behind you, you turned around. Not just behind, but above, in the trees. You looked up to the tall towering trees. A shadow figure standing on one of the big branches that formed the canopy above. It walked forward onto the air, a fast accelerating drop but as the figure was inches above the ground it stopped in the air, taking a step down to the forest floor. And another accelerated charge, in humane speed. The figure stopped to right in-front of you. Some of the leaves on the forest floor fell back down again as the figures speed triggered it to lift from the ground.

A very pale, dark haired handsome man. His nose straight, his eyes a dark hazel. God he was quite fine, the comedic relief in your brain added to your monologue. His eyes flashed red, a weird feeling came and gone from you, almost unnoticeable. “You really think I’m handsome?” He asked, smugly raising an eyebrow. As he spoke you noticed his fangs. A vampire. Of course he knew what you were thinking, he could read minds. Before your sputter out a fearful exclamation you felt a nudge on the middle of your back. The animal was still there, wanting attention. “Slash you can stop it now, stop using people to scratch your nasty flee invested fur.” The vampire crossed his eyes, talking to the animal. With one dog like whine, the beast, apparently named Slash turned from an animal to a human. A werewolf. Some animal parts still attached but fading; ears, fur - now body hair, but not everywhere - a tail that seemed to be retracting back into his body. He had gorgeous abs, soft brown skin and luscious curly hair that covered his face a bit. And with your eyes scanning his body you noticed no clothes and immediately looked away. “I don’t have- sorry-“ Slash protested but then apologised to you, “ I don’t have fleas you nocturnal prick.” He continued his protest. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cover up mutt.” The vampire rolled his eyes and tossed Slash a pair of underwear and pants. He quickly put them on and turned to you. “Sorry for scaring you in the beginning. I thought you were Izzy.” He said as he put his hands on your shoulders. The vampire’s name was Izzy. “What are you doing out here anyway?” Izzy butted in. “Yeah it’s dangerous, there are other creatures out here that aren’t that friendly.” Slash said.

You had explained to them that you were chased from your small heavily religious and traditional town that was close by, because they thought you were some sort of witch or demon, for many silly and miscommunicated reasons. You ran to the forest knowing no one would follow you in. Slash and Izzy were nice enough to be sympathetic to your story and allow you to stay at their place. An abandoned cottage, you were thinking more of a manor or castle as there are many stories about vampires living in such places.

As you got more comfortable in being with magical strangers you were encouraged by them to ask questions on what the towns people think is real about them. It was a real laugh but some a bit more dark, Izzy did drink blood, Slash does prey on animals like a wolf and once or twice a human that annoyed him. But assured you they had their fill today. You then asked about the cottage and why they don’t live in an abandoned manor, and adding that question of rivalry between the two groups. They explained that they were a bit exiled as well, they became friends when they were young and saw no problem of the two groups mingling but each clan kicked them out and now hate them.

You slept in Izzys bed that night as he slept through out the day, Slash slept in his bed which was next to Izzys, but in the middle of the night turned Were and slept by your feet taking in some of your human body heat.

The next morning you discussed with them about finding a nearby town to settle back down in, but they insisted that you stayed with then for a while as it was the start of a complicated season of moon for both Werewolfs and Vampires alike, and if other members of the clans found you in their forest it wouldn’t end well.

About 3 weeks into the season, and you were comfortable with Izzy and Slash, not seeing them any different your average human, sure they were different but it didn’t freak you out as much as when you first met them. You liked them. Sure they had their annoying moments like; Izzy reading your mind and giggling at you when ever he pleased, or Slash which took most of the bed space when you allowed him to lie down by you. But again you liked them, maybe a bit too much, you tried to get your sinful thoughts of them out your head before Izzy had the chance to randomly infiltrate your mind and see your deepest feelings. The thoughts became worse when they dropped an small flirt here and there. You didn’t know what to do and it was getting you nervous as now was the blood moon week and meaning they both stay inside 24/7.

Evening fell and a red ball which was the moon rose to the sky. All of you sat on the couch watching the window from a far. Izzy began to sweat, trying to hold something in, picking at his lace collar, holding it from his skin to get cool air in, especially on the bite marks on his neck. Slash began to scratch, but hard. Itching everywhere, taking his one hand and transforming it into a claw just to try scratch it right. You were worried for them, asking them if they were okay and what was happening. “Just go upstairs…” Izzy stuttered out as he scratched his bite marks. “But-“ “Go.” His tone changed to irritation and anger, eyes flashed a red warning. You didn’t retaliate and went upstairs swiftly. Closing the door and sitting on Izzy’s bed, knees up, your chin on them, gazing out the red scenery of the misty forest. Now 30 minutes later of lazy boredom your mind wandered to Izzys change of tone, dark laced with anger. Making your heartbeat faster thinking about it, and your thoughts going down a darker lustful root, thinking of him calling you horrific names while he- and your thoughts continued, soon also turning to Slash, thinking of his pleading eyes, as he wanted you to touch him, sick dirty thoughts infiltrated you head again. You never thought of them this heatedly, you were slightly embarrassed. Looking back out to the moon again. That might be a reason for your change as-well.

Soon you heard the door creak open slowly, your gaze traveling along the wooden floor to the door, as the door opened by itself, revealing Slash and Izzy.

Izzys shirt was half way unbuttoned, scratch marks and sweat dripping down his chest, the same with Slash but it seemed like he grew another foot tall, maybe double the size of Izzy, making his pants tighter against his legs, which made your eyes travel and reveal an aching hard on. That just made you soaked to the core. “I saw some… interesting things that came to mind, wouldn’t you say so too?” Izzy chimed. Fuck. Izzys senses where heightened to the max this week, meaning he could read minds of people in other rooms. You blushed hard, embarrassed. You swallowed hard, both of then inching closer to you. “We can make those dreams a reality.” Slash told you as he came behind you sitting on the bed, his now larger body engulfing you as his hands held your hips. Kissing your neck as he spoke in lust. Izzy sat in-front of you, his eyes glowing another red flash. Infiltrating your mind, but now you could feel his emotions. A fiery lust, an animalistic need. But a hard desire and want. For you. To fuck you. To eat you. Suck all the life from your veins. Your mind became foggy from his long search through your private thoughts. You were now filled with the same lust and desire that they were feelings. You felt a tingling sensation on your skin, wanting to rip it out. An even stronger feeling was making your pussy soaked. Slash’s big hand began to wander to your shorts. Landing on your thighs, giving a rough squeeze, his fingers on your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. Your knees still up, Izzy put his head on your knees, looking at you from under his brows. His eyes flashing another red, reading your sinful thoughts, mostly about what you wanted Slash’s hand to do to you.

“Mmm… Slash, I think she wants something from you.” Izzy said smugly, and with one look yours were roughly spread open by an invisible force. Slash’s hand grazed your clothed pussy, his whole hand was now bigger than your crotch and it made you weak thinking if the unspeakable things his large fingers could do. A sharp claw like nail tract from his previous shorter nails. With one swift movement your shorts were split ripped off, and ripped to shreds, the fabric scattering on the bed. Now the sharp nail resting on your panties, digging a small hole in the fabric, you could feel it against your wet folds. Another quick motion and your panties were off and in pieces, and not one nick on your pussy. He retracted the nail and his fingers now exploring your soaking cunt. Izzy on the other hand began to take your shirt off for you, not in a traditional way. His eyes flashed another red and like a lit match to paper your shirt disintegrated, not one fluff of fabric was left. But he gently let his invisible powers unclasp your bra and let it fall to the side. “ My precious moon…” Slash whispered as he sloppy kissed your neck, his canines making brief contact with your skin making you shiver. His one finger began to enter your pleading pussy. It was big, almost not enough space to add another, but soon after you settled on his finger he added another one, stretching you out. You moaned, falling back onto Slash’s chest. Izzy taking the opportunity to crawl between your legs and kiss you from your tits to your neck. A low groan cane from his lips as they grazed over your neck, just wanting to dig his fangs into you and leave you whining his name as he sucked your life away.

“Sunshine… can I?” He groaned against your exposed neck. You nodded hesitantly, waiting for the stinging injection. The sharp tips of his fangs pierced your skin, making you hiss, soon it dug all the way through your veins and his mouth was no situated on your skin, skin and grunting as he tasted your sweet blood. Slash was pumping his fingers in and out of you as you moaned both their names through pain and pleasure. You felt yourself draw closer to your orgasm as both Izzy and Slash worked on your pussy, Slash fingering you and Izzy playing with your clit. Tears began to stream down your face from the pleasure and the howling pain you were feeling as Izzys sharp fangs were still lodged in the side of your neck. Slash whined like a dog as you felt his hard on on your lower back, his hips bucking against you to get friction. You thought about how his big cock probably wouldn’t even fit you, but god it made the pits of your stomach burn with desire. Blood dripped down your collarbone to your tits and then to your stomach and thighs, gushing out of the two bite marks like a waterfall. You were getting light headed, from loss of blood and of your orgasm coming near. Slash did a few more slams against your g spot, feeling you clench around him and finally cumming all over his big fingers. You sighed as you came down from your electrical high. Izzy taking his fangs out of you the same time Slash took out his fingers. Slash took his fingers and licked them softly groaning to himself as he tasted your cum. “Fuck… you taste so good.” He sighed.

Izzy’s mouth dripped with your blood, quickly wiping of the excess he had to get another kind of taste of you. You moaned and your hands flung to his dark head of hair, tugging as he licked through your folds. Groaning as he tasted you on his tongue, both your blood and cum. He cleaned up your wetness, devouring ever single drop, whilst you moaned out at his actions and how his fangs were so close to cutting you. “So fucking good…” Izzy agreed with Slash as his mouth detached to your aching pussy. You whined at the loss of friction and pleasure. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill you up real good…” Slash said lowly in your ear, feeling his big cock against your back. You mind wandered to the endless things he could do to you with his now bigger stronger body. “I see… only thinking of the little mutt are we? Well thats not fair is it… I’m the one that marked you as mine.” Izzy spoke, his last line directed at the two fang marks on your neck. You were willing to do anything for him, you being his or not. “Do what you’re thinking of sunshine.” Izzy said with a smirk, his hard on getting more visible as he read your thoughts. He sat back on the bed in front of you, his elbows perching him up as he laid back. You lead forward, now away from Slash’s torso, leaning down and arching your ass in the air like a cat. Your hands going over his clothed thighs, soon unbuttoning his jeans, his hard on now deliciously close to your mouth, under his boxers, you took them off too and watched as his dick sprung out of its retrains. Dripping with precum. You looked him in the eyes as you licked up and took his tip in your mouth. He groaned, his head flung back in ecstasy.

You felt a something press against you ass while you were taking Izzy’s big dick in your mouth. Your eyes rolled to the side as far as they could to see what it was. Slash. Only in his underwear, his enormous boner pressing against your soft ass cheeks. You moaned a nod, telling him he could do what he wanted. Taking off his underwear, positioned behind you. So certain it wouldn’t fit, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you to shreds with this new growth of his. He slowly entered you, only the head, you already felt filled. You moaned against Izzy’s cock. Izzy taking you by the hair and pushing you down gently, making your body feel on fire as you heard Izzys soft erotic groans as you pleased him with your mouth and tongue. You whimper against him, holding onto his thighs as Slash pushed deeper into you. It hurt like hell but god was it hot. You felt like he was reaching all the way to your throat, you were filled to brim with Izzy that was already down your throat. After you got comfortable with his huge cock in you, he started to thrust in and out of you. Moaning hard on Izzy dick making him groan and tug at your hair.

Slash’s thrusts got faster and harder, making your whole body move and shake, the bed squeaking and skin slapping. His one hand parted from your hip and with a flick of the wrist, nails turned to claws and he scratched his side, drawing blood, dripping and staining the sharp ends with his scarlet blood. Then swiftly going to claw at your back, harder than he did with himself, your blood starting to run, his that was on his nails fused with yours in your new wounds. A strong burn erupted your senses as his blood dripped into your veins. Marking you as his, just like Izzy. Another sweeter and stronger feeling erupted as Izzy spilled into your mouth and down your throat. “Swallow baby.” He said through pants. You did just that. “ Good girl.” He praised. Soon you and Slash felt the same feeling as his thrusts got sloppy but harder and he moaned, cumming into your clenching hole and you cumming over his dick, your sweet fluids fusing as-well.

“Ours.” The word that rang in your ears.

You were Izzy’s s Sun

You were Slash’s Moon

Both weaknesses, but intertwined with their souls

A/n: idk what to write at the end so theres some horrid poetry i guess

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