Godwin smiled his sexy, slappable smile at Josh’s comment. “It is wholly dependant upon Seneca’s wishes,” he said, turning towards her. He slid one of his hands down the inside of her thigh and her legs parted for him before she had a chance to think.

“Godwin!” she whined. It felt like her face was on fire.

“What is wrong?” he asked innocently, but the look on his face, she knew he was goading her.

She squirmed and Josh watched on with interest, which just made her squirm more. “Josh…” she whimpered

“Yes, our Josh Crocker is watching. Truly watching, for the first time. Would you like to include him? Or would you prefer to postpone our play for the evening? I wish to make this clear, Seneca,” he said softly. As it often was when he spoke to her like this, her name sounded reverent on his lips, like music. “You are the one to make this decision. It matters not what Josh Crocker or I desire. This is always your decision. If you do not wish to play…you know your safeword. If you do…” he trailed off, his hand slipping lower. His fingers brushed over the crotch of her panties, his light touch silky and erotic.

She whimpered under his touch, trying to resist his attentions, but her traitorous legs parted farther for him. He gave her that smile again and her core twisted with desire.

“Do you know, perhaps I have never shared this information with you, but I am able to smell your desire. I believe…I believe, Josh Crocker,” he said, turning away from her with his fingers still brushing back and forth over her core, “that she would like to play with you.”

Josh’s body was tense with anticipation. “Are you sure, Seneca?” he asked, his voice tight. His need, she could smell him, he was already aroused, and god, he smelled good.

She shivered and Godwin pulled his hand away, trailing it back up the inside of her thigh, teasing her. She opened her mouth to answer him, but she couldn’t make her throat work.

Godwin tisked, pinching the inside of her thigh hard enough to make her squeak. “Seneca, our Josh has asked you a question. Be a good girl and answer him, or I will have to punish you.”

She whimpered. This was so embarrassing! She couldn’t find the words, couldn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to play, things were all fucked up, but Godwin’s fingers were so distracting and Josh’s smell. Oh, god, his smell. He was aroused, she could smell the now familiar scent of his cock from across the table. How was he so turned on? How was he okay with this? She breathed deeply and his scent filled her head, reminding her of his taste. It made her mouth water.

Why was she so turned on by all of this? Her sex twisted expectantly, feeling so tight yet so empty. For the first time in her life she actually wanted to be fucked, and she knew neither man here would be filling her in the way she so desperately desired. She squirmed unconsciously and Godwin wrapped his hand around the inside of her thigh, pressing her leg so she opened them even farther. Josh stared at her black panties, his eyes full of unspoken hunger.

“Seneca,” Godwin threatened sweetly. “You remember your safeword?”

She nodded, unable to make her throat work properly.

“What is the safeword?” Josh whispered as if he were afraid that speaking too loudly would break the spell she was under.

“Seneca, Josh asked another question. Please, answer this one. It will not cancel the game, and it will assure me that you are ready to play,” Godwin said tenderly, leaning into her neck. His breath tickled the hairs on her neck.

“F-f-firef-fly,” she stuttered hoarsely.

Godwin leaned in and kissed her behind her ear, then ran his nose across the lobe of her ear. The move had her purring. “Good girl,” he commended her, barely a whisper directly into her ear. His praise had her core tightening and she felt herself flush between her lower lips. “That word from her lips, Josh Crocker, and the game stops completely. This rule is one you may not break, or our play with you is over. Do you understand?”

“Sure, I understand,” he said seriously. “Proper. The safeword is firefly?” he confirmed. Godwin nodded to him, placing a kiss on her earlobe before he pulled away. Then his body tensed up, his hand pressing harder into the flesh of her inner thigh.

“Seneca,” the incubus said, his voice compassionate yet demanding, “answer Josh Crocker’s question from before, or I will be forced to punish you.”

She squirmed harder, trying to dig herself into Josh’s overstuffed couch. Godwin’s touch on her thigh, Josh’s eyes on her black panties and her amped up nerves made it impossible for her to answer, even though she knew it would disappoint Godwin if she disobeyed. She struggled with her desire to please Godwin and her desire to be disciplined by him.

Godwin’s other hand moved to her chin, his fingers hooking beneath it. He turned her head to look at him and she whimpered again. His amazing eyes caught hers, those quicksilver wells, and she easily fell into them. She saw in them that he wanted her not to answer. He wanted to punish her.

That knowledge gave her strength, and made her so wet. She shook her head no, clamping her mouth shut tighty. Godwin’s wicked smile was proof enough that she made the right decision. His mercury eyes seemed to glow with excitement. She squirmed, and then he removed his hand. Her thigh was regretfully cold where it had been.

“Come here, Seneca,” he commanded firmly, straightening his body on the couch. He patted his lap. “Lay on your stomach over my lap. Josh, you may wish to move so you can have a better view of how I discipline bad girls.”

She whined, low in her throat, then moved slowly, so slowly, so that she lay across Godwin’s lap. He moved her even farther forward so that her hips were placed over his, her chest resting on the couch.

“No, Josh, arrange yourself so that you have an unhindered view of her ass,” Godwin directed. She heard the chair move, but she had already buried her face into the cushion of the couch, afraid to look at anyone. She was so embarrassed, so ashamed.

Godwin pulled her skirt up over her butt roughly. If she thought she was ashamed a minute ago…she hadn’t known what ashamed meant. She was glad that neither man could see her face. She was sure it was bright red at the disgraceful position she was in. Godwin’s fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and he pulled those down roughly, too, so that they were tied up around her thighs.

“You are so wet, Seneca,” Godwin nearly groaned. “So wet and I have not even begun to punish you.” He rubbed his warm hand across her ass. She wagged her butt against his palm, unable to still herself. She was so needy she was ready to beg, even if she couldn’t do it with words.

There was no warning before Godwin’s palm landed firmly against her rear. It wasn’t very hard, more of a stiff tap, but it still drew a surprised ‘eep’ from her. He rubbed his palm across the cheek he struck, then he paid the same attention to her other cheek. She didn’t ‘eep’ the second time. He did this a few more strokes, evening out his smacks on both cheeks.

She counted the spanks in her head. After ten, five on each side, his strokes became harder. She squirmed as the pressure from his hand became sharp and stingy. He hit her harder, and faster, until she was mewling with the force of each blow. Every ten he would take a break, rubbing her sore cheeks tenderly before he continued.

Her mind shut down and she lost herself to the pain and pleasure of his spanking. Each smack of his hand brought her back yet sent her further down inside her mind.

After sixty smacks he rested his hand on her back, slipping it down between her skirt and shirt so that it rest directly on her skin. She could feel his erection pressing against her legs.

“She’s dripping wet…” Josh whispered reverently.

“Come here,” Godwin commanded to him. Seneca floated pleasantly on the endorphins her brain had released, unable to process exactly what was going on other than she felt amazing, and her butt hurt, and the fact that she was so horny it almost painful.

There was movement in the room around her. Godwin traced patterns into her back with his finger, then he slid his hand around to her side. His other hand went under her butt and then he flipped her quickly, making her head spin.

Godwin’s hand pulled the hem of her sweater and camisole and easily freed it from her, pulling them effortlessly over her head while trapping her hands in the cloth. He left her tangled and exposed, her skirt around her waist, her bra barely containing her breasts and her panties between her knees. She pushed her camisole and sweater from her wrists.

She saw Josh staring at her, consuming her body with his eyes. His lust was such a turn-on and she was instantly embarrassed at her sluttiness.

Some emotion crossed Godwin’s face so quickly she might have missed it. He moved his hand from her back to her collar, brushing it tenderly with his fingers. You are not a slut, hansa. You could never be a slut, you beautiful creature. You are strong, so strong, my beautiful vampire. You are doing so well…

She blushed, her core clenching with his praise. Thank you, pelang, she thought back to him, somehow remembering the Daeva word through her haze. There was a look of surprise in his eyes, then absolute pride. Her collar vibrated exquisitely, pleasurable waves formed from his pride pulsing through it from his touch. She threw her head back to couch, closing her eyes as she rode the waves.

“Josh, remove her panties,” Godwin directed in a sultry purr. A second later she felt Josh’s touch on her legs and she shivered in anticipation. “Good job,” he said as the panties slid silkily down her shins and over her feet. “Now,” he continued on, his hand on her thigh pressing them apart until she was as wide as she could go, “please enjoy.”

Godwin’s hand on her inner thigh was mimicked on the other side with Josh’s as he moved between her legs. The couch dipped down under his weight as he crawled on his hands and knees, positioning himself at her core.

His breath was heavy as he leaned in closer. He hesitated a few inches from her, each exhale tickling her overly sensitive sex. Her back arched up in expectation. She was so ready to be touched. She wanted to come, wanted to be touched, and yet, it was so shameful, her position on Godwin’s lap. Her need and her embarrassment somehow mingled together so perfectly.

Her hips writhed as she waited for Josh. Godwin twisted, removing his hand from her thigh and she cried out wordlessly at the loss. It was immediately replaced with one of Josh’s as he dipped his head between her legs. His tongue on her labia sent a thrill throughout her body even as her thighs pulled shut reflexively. He held them easily, pushing even deeper against her body. His tongue licked long, sensious tracks over her labia, over her opening, over her clitoris, making her toes flex with the pleasure.

Godwin’s fingers were under her back now. A second later she felt the pressure release from her chest as her bra was undone. Her incubus pulled the bra off easily and the cooler air perked her nipples immediately.

His mouth over one of her nipples had her groaning​ with pleasure. He bit down, catching the pebbly nipple between his teeth and teasing it, rolling it between them. Perhaps sensing her distraction, Josh took the opportunity to push his tongue inside her, his hands moving to the outsides of her hips as he pulled her into his mouth. Godwin’s hand found her other breast and began massaging the whole swell, ignoring the other nipple as he continued to suck and worry the one currently in his mouth.

She was moaning, she couldn’t help herself. She felt her orgasm building up inside of her as Godwin released her right breast and moved his mouth over to her left one. At the same time Josh replaced his tongue with two fingers, moving his mouth over her labia and up to her clit. He and Godwin somehow bit down at the same time on her nipple and her clitoris. Josh’s fingers stroked over this spot inside of her that had her hips dancing on his fingers.

Her fists clenched the sofa as she tossed her head. Her ass still stung as she rubbed it wantonly over his couch, the fabric that had felt so soft before now feeling harsh, reminding her of Godwin’s punishment earlier. Her orgasm built up, so close, so close, so close. Just a little more, she just needed a little more…

“Josh,” Godwin broke the silence in a throaty whisper, “would you like to come on her?”

She clenched on Josh’s fingers and he laughed, an erotic, lusty laugh. “Oh, that would be mad proper,” he said eagerly, sliding his fingers slowly over that amazing spot inside of her again before he withdrew them. Josh made sure she was looking at him, then he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them languorously. “You taste amazing, Seneca,” he said, licking his fingers carefully.

She whimpered and both men laughed. Godwin slid her so that her butt pressed against his thigh, her legs draped over his own. “Where would you like to come on her?” he asked Josh, his eyes locked on hers, drowning her.

“Her chest,” Josh said without hesitation. “I want to come on her tits.”

Godwin caught one of her nipples in his mouth again, biting down on it hard this time, hard enough to draw another needy squeak from her. “Your eagerness is intoxicating. Paint her with your passion while we both watch, please,” Godwin requested, his voice tinged with need.

Seneca squirmed as Josh pulled himself out of his pants. He smelled amazing. Godwin’s hand slid down her body and inside of her as she watched Josh’s manhood, so hard and demanding, so close to her face.

“She longs for a taste,” Godwin told Josh as his fingers slowly slid in and out of her core. She was wet, but his fingers weren’t enough. She whimpered as he told Josh what she secretly wanted but would never have been able to say. She watched his member hungrily.

Godwin’s other hand slipped down to her neck, holding her head up so she could reach Josh’s eager erection. It smelled so good, she longed to have it in her mouth, to feel it fill her mouth so fully she couldn’t breath without it being full of the scent and taste of him.

She kept her hands clenched down on the couch as Josh forced himself into her mouth. The angle wasn’t great but his manhood…no, his cock…it tasted like sex. The taste wasn’t good, per se, but it was sexy as hell. She sucked hard, pulling him into her mouth, savoring the astringent flavor of his precum as it coated her tongue.

“Damn, Seneca,” Josh muttered, one hand tangling into her hair, the other one wrapping around one of her breasts. His thumb flicked across the nipple and she screamed around his cock as Godwin duplicated the movement inside of her. “I’m gonna cum soon, god…” he said, rubbing her nipple roughly while squeezing down firmly on her breast. She sucked him in and out and Godwin matched her pace with his fingers, sliding in and out of her, caressing that amazing spot inside on each stroke.

She cried out in frustration when he pulled himself away, replacing her mouth with his hand. “You are so fucking hot, Seneca,” he rasped. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, pressing his thighs against her shoulder. He shuddered, and then she felt his hot cum splatter enticingly over her chest. Godwin’s fingers sped up inside her, churning her until her orgasm hit her hard, just as his second jet of ejaculate coated her, further up her chest and into the hollow of her throat. She rode Godwin’s hands hard as her orgasm seemed to pour from her. His hot cum felt blissfully naughty as it cooled on her skin.

Godwin’s mouth locked over hers as her orgasm continued to rise, pushing her higher. He kissed her passionately, his tongue going straight for her eyeteeth. He pulled her fangs and Josh moaned, dropping to his knees.

“You guys are so freaking hot I could come again,” he told them huskily as he caught a nipple between his thumb and index finger. He played with it gently, but it still had her digging her feet into his couch cushions.

Godwin fed as her orgasm faded into pleasant waves, pulling the sensations from her, allowing her to ride the orgasm even longer, experiencing it again while he fed. Godwin’s hands were in her hair, pulling her body closer. She moved to straddle him and he pushed her away gently, cutting off the kiss.

She pouted, then worried she had done something wrong to make him turn her away. “You didn’t come…” she said, the hoarseness of her voice surprising her. She hadn’t screamed that much, had she?

Godwin crushed her to his chest for a moment, then pushed her back. He skillfully removed his suit coat, laying it out on the couch beside him. She and Josh both watched, unsure of what he was doing. He picked her up easily and slid her off of him so that she was sitting bare bottomed on his warm suit coat.

“Godwin, I’ll get it all messy…” she whined, realizing how messy she had become.

“We cannot have you sullying Josh Crocker’s couch, now can we?” he asked playfully.

“But, your jacket!” she exclaimed, cringing that she was getting her bodily fluids on it.

“Was already covered with the products of our activities,” he explained, looking at her breasts.

She looked down and saw that she had smeared off a good amount of Josh’s now slightly sticky cum off of her chest, probably when they had hugged. She blushed. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling bad about it.

“No bad feelings, Seneca, not after what we just shared. Do you agree, Josh Crocker?” Godwin asked, reaching a hand out for Josh, who now sat on the floor next to them on the couch. Josh watched him quizzically, unsure what he was doing. Godwin ran his fingers through Josh’s short brown hair soothingly. Josh tensed for a second, the relaxed into Godwin’s touch. She thought she would feel jealous, but instead she felt a sense of belonging.

Josh leaned his head against the Godwin’s pants and she leaned into his side. Godwin wrapped his arm around her, his other hand still petting Josh’s head. They sat there like that, soaking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

“You didn’t come…” Seneca remembered, turning her head to look at Godwin. He was watching Josh, who’s eyes were closed. His arms draped heavily over Godwin’s legs, looking comfortable and content.

“It matters not,” he replied softly. “I fed.”

She bit the inside of her cheek feeling a little guilty. “But I want-”

“Shh, please, let this matter lie for now. I am satisfied, Seneca. You never fail to provide me with an amazing meal.” He pulled her closer to him, careful not to shift Josh, who seemed to be drifting to sleep.  

“Don’t you want to come?” she whispered, leaning her head back against the couch. I could finish-”

“No, no, all is well. I believe I have enough of a mess on my suit to clean, I do not need to add to it. I am fulfilled, worry not. Though I thank you for your compassionate regard to my comfort,” he said graciously.

She continued to worry the inside of her cheek as he hugged her close to his body. Was he making fun of her? Sometimes with his weird way of talking she couldn’t tell. But…his body was so warm, so comforting. She relaxed into him, wriggling closer until her nipple brushed against a button on his black dress shirt.

She sat up quickly, totally aware she was practically naked. A skirt hiked around her waist did not count as clothing. She was covered in cum and sweat, naked and lazing with the two men she had just been intimate with.

Oh god, she had to go. What was she doing? She really was a slut. What was wrong with her? Tears burned her eyes at the realization.

“Seneca, please, not this, do not do this to yourself,” Godwin begged her. He pulled her back against him and she struggled, yet she allowed him to hold her back.

“I need a shower, Godwin. I need to get dressed. I’m…oh god, I’m covered…I wanted…oh god,” she said, slipping into a low grade panic attack. “I liked it!” she whined piteously.

“Seneca,” Josh said thickly, lifting his head heavily from Godwin’s leg. “Everything is okay, y’know? That was great, properly awesome. You felt good, you had fun. It’s okay that you liked it. You…sometimes it’s like you forget you’re a vampire, you know? Vampires are all about sex and blood, Seneca. It’s who you are. I’m pretty sure that calling yourself a slut is like calling me obese because I eat three meals a day.” He pushed himself up slowly, climbing up onto the couch. He positioned himself so that he was on the other side of her, sandwiching her between Godwin.

Josh nestled into her side, helping Godwin bring her back down to a seated position. “Josh Crocker is correct, Seneca,” Godwin agreed into her ear, resting his head on her shoulder. She was so tense, so stiff between them. So embarrassed. Why couldn’t she just disappear? “Stop this, really,” he insisted. “We three are consenting adults. Everything we did, we enjoyed. Did you not enjoy our play tonight?”

She whimpered. Josh twisted, laying down on the couch. He pushed one of his arms under her leg, tucking it under her knee, then rested his head there, kicking his feet up in the air on the arm rest. “You are so freaking sexy. I wish I could show you how you look to me,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants with his other hand. He was half hard again, or maybe he was still half hard. She didn’t know.

She was wringing her hands together nervously, and Godwin took one. Josh took the other and they both squeezed hers comfortingly. “You still want to do this?” Josh asked her, looking up at her. She couldn’t meet those hazel eyes with her own. She squirmed and he squeezed her hand. “You know, the play? With the three of us? I really like playing with you, Seneca. And I really, really liked playing with you and Godwin together tonight.”

She hesitated and they waited for her answer. “I…yea, I do, too. I…I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m like this…” she admitted reluctantly. Even if she was feeling her sluttiest, she didn’t want to stop this thing they had going.  

Godwin nipped her earlobe. “No apologies, not for this, not for what we do here, and not for who you are.”

“Would you feel better if you got cleaned up?” Josh asked her, one hand reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. The action was so endearing that it had her embarrassed for another reason. These men, they truly cared for her. It made her so happy, and so embarrassed. She wished she could hide from them, yet totally wanted to be with them. It was a weird juxtaposition.  

“Yes,” she mumbled as the blush creeped down her face and onto her neck. “Could I have a shower? I think…I think I’d feel better if I had one, maybe. I don’t want to impose, though…”

Josh chuckled. “You are not imposing if I ask you first,” he told her as he pushed up off the couch. Godwin’s hand had somehow found its way back into his hair, and now slipped from Josh’s head, landing in his lap. She felt guilty about that, too.

“Come along, Seneca,” Godwin said, his tone loving yet stern. “Time for you to clean up.” He stood up, pulling her along with him, tugging her down the hallway after Josh.

Josh showed her where everything was and then shyly bobbed out of the bathroom as she was thanking him.

“Do you wish for me to stay?” Godwin asked her. “Shall I bathe you?”

She blushed even harder. “No!” she exclaimed shamefully.

He chuckled, that slappable smile on his lips. “You are absolutely precious, the way your blush colors your body. You blush down to your nipples, hansa. I have never seen its likeness.”

“Go!” she insisted to him, practically pushing him out of the small bathroom, blushing as hard as she thought she possibly could while she covered her chest with her arm. “Get out!”

He laughed as she shut the door in his face, her cheeks on fire. Still, her heart was full and she felt good, and knew she would feel even better after a cleansing shower.

The Game Chapter 14: Revelations

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