Warning: The below post contains scenes of a sexual nature
The trio of Hati, Saul and Trinity staggered into the bedroom, still covered in blood, that the new Vampiric Trinity had been born in, their bodies pressed together as lips and skin contacted. Trinity kept Saul's attention, their faces pressed agaisnt each other as hands pressed and coerced those most sensitive parts of the human anatomy. This was fine with Hati, she understood the connection between the two and understood her role in this, she was an accessory out to gain something from their love, not out to steal a mans heart.
She was more than happy to let Trinity have his face anyway as she kissed his newly revealed torso, Saul's shirt having been removed by Trinity moments before. They just managed to somehow find their way to the bed, Hati's delicate kisses traveling down Saul's midsection as she unfastened his belt, the kisses fading into licking as she reached the pelvis and down lower, Hati sliding her tongue over bare skin. Saul gasped as he massaged Trinity's breasts, Hati's mouth enveloping him. Saul was soon forced to sit on the bed, his knees weak.
Hati giggled, pausing from her work. "You know, I have always wondered if a Vampire's fangs got in the way in this particular act. Judging by your moaning I think I've found the answer."
The werewolf continued, sliding a hand under her skirt. Since no one would attend to her, she would do it herself for now.
She maintained perfect awareness of Saul's body motions, and abruptly stopped just before his imminent release, giving the muscles in her jaw a moment to relax.
"Oh no! We cant have that yet! I think he's ready for you Trinity."
The pair of Vampires had by now managed to remove their articles of clothing, Trinity moving over Saul and sliding herself over Saul. Hati quickly joined them in their nudity, paying Trinity the attention now. She passed one hand over her abdomen and down her pelvis, finger by light finger while the other hand reached up to cup her breast. She gently moved her fingers on Trinity's centers of pleasure, tensing her fingers and then relaxing them in a massage. The sounds the two vampires made increased in volume and emotion to as Hati ensured that the pair reached their climax together, kissing the female Vampire's neck.
With sudden gasps and small sounds the pair of Vampires reached their fulfillment, gasping for air. The werewolf moved Trinity off Saul and onto the bed, not ungentle but with a slight amount of force to motivate the woman, still dazed with pleasure~weakness. Tired of indirectness, Hati's mouth pressed between Trinities leg, sampling the taste of them both. The female Vampire moaned in a high pitch voice, her legs wrapping around the Hati's head. The werewolf enjoyed this domination of the Vampire's pleasure center and the taste and smell of their byproducts. Saul was a man, and therefore would take time to recover before Hati could have her turn with him, so she would concentrate on Trinity for now.
The werewolf suddenly let out a deep gasp as both her hand where suddenly and pulled back while something rudely intruded itself inside her. Turning, she saw Saul behind her, his hand gripping her arms. She was about to congratulate him on his quick recovery when another pair of hands pressed her head back between Trinity's legs. Now that Hati had started, Trinity clearly intended on keeping her working.
About. Damn. Time. thought Hati with each of Saul's thrusts.
Hati oppened her eyes, and stared into the coal fires of hell.
A massive armoured gauntlet smashed into her face, sending her tumbling across the stone floor. She was naked, her body bruised and bloodied, her back a labyrinth of pain from the brutal lacerations.
"What have I told you about looking at my face bitch!?" roared a voice that sounded like a Daemon chewing on nails.
"No uncle! No! I'm sorry, plea-" she was brutally cut off as the whip slashed across her back again, her voice seizing up.
Bisclavret de Gévaudan, the creator of the race of Werewolves and her uncle by blood, loomed over her, raising the silver-bladed whip again and letting it lacerate her back again and again, the wounds soaking her body in blood. Hati clenched her jaw, trying not to scream. It was always worse when she screamed, when Bisclavret gained that satisfaction.
She let a whimper escape her. A black iron-shod boot kicked upwards into her chest, easily clearing her off the floor.
Bisclavret laughed and kicked her again, rolling her on her back as she coughed and spat blood.
"Oh come now my pet, dont lie to Uncle, I know you enjoy this. You do enjoy your play time with Uncle, dont you?"
He placed his boot on her throat, letting her gasp for air.
"Whats that? Oh come now, you must speak up, or should I let Müller give you a taste in manners?"
Müller, that bastard, Bisclavrets attack dog. Hati hated that blood-crazy animal, and pitied it in equal measure.
She knew that Müller endured even worse punishments than she had to endure on the occasions he disobeyed their master. She could hear his howls and screams of pain long into the night...
But Bisclavret had learned how to twist, and how to corrupt, but not to shatter completely. Müller became more of a blood-mad monstrosity by the day.
Better he had ended up like Völundr. The man had a gentle disposition, something Bisclavret attacked with the cruelty only the truely evil could imagine. He forced Völundr to commit unspeakable acts, and then taunted them before him, lauding his cruelty and driving the poor smith mad, until he was a despaired berserker in battle, seeking an escape into death that would never be granted.
Bisclavret finally removed his foot, letting Hati grasp for air.
"Yes, uncle is generous to you my pet, most generous..."
Hati screamed in agony as the silver barbed end of the whip handle was forced into her womanhood.
"See how I favor you? Thank Uncle!"
He forced her head down and the whip deeper.
"Th-thank you Uncccccle!" she screamed as the barbies where moved backwards.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes...such soft skin you have my pet...such soft skin..."
Bisclavret reached down and pulled her bodily from the floor, bringing her breasts up to his face level. His mouth oppened revealing yellow fangs as he slowly lowered them into Hati.
Hati screamed as she awakened from her nightmare of events hundreds of years past, clutching the sheets of Saul and Trinity's bed. Her body was covered in a cold sweat, her heart pounding.
She brought her shaking hands up to her face and sobbed, barely able to keep herself under control. Saul and Trinity remained asleep, exhausted by their excursions.
The werewolf ran a hand across her breast, just to be sure the fangs she had so clearly seen perceiving it where just imaginary...
But they where not just imaginary...
It had all been real...her nightmare a memory of the abuses her 'uncle' bestowed on her.
Not just me... she reminded herself. Bisclavret had left his mark on all of them. Müller, Völundr, all of them had suffered in some way.
And it had left its mark on them all. Hati's insatiable appetites for carnal pleasures, Müller's cruelty to his fellow man, Völundr's near suicidal bouts of depression.
They where all scarred, true they had each gone far since they had imprisoned the monster that had made them, but the scars remained. As Hati looked out through the bedroom's window at the two moons, she doubted the scars would ever completely fade.