Page 37 of You Only Die Twice

Stop this struggling now! Luka’s voice booms in my head, cutting through the haze building in my brain. You’re upsetting Jackson. Be still and concentrate on my cock. You don’t need to breathe to live. You are eternal, a vampire. You must break free of the hold your body has over you.

I can’t! I scream back in my mind, attempting to convey the very real fear pulsing through my body.

His cock surges up, filling my mouth, dipping into my throat. I gag around him, my esophagus spasming against the intrusion. My body shudders as the need for air claws at my lungs, demanding I breathe or die. Luka is a slow, unrelenting force as he slides in and out of my mouth, giving me something to latch onto besides the phantom burning in my lungs.

He slides his hand over my hair in a soft caress, as if comforting me, coddling me through this ordeal. It’s almost soothing. If it were any other man but him, I’d believe the tender feelings he’s displaying, but I can’t. Deep down, I know he’s doing his best, but it’s just not his nature. If I’m being honest, I’m actually okay with that. Luka was never meant to be boyfriend material. He’s the man that fucks you in a back alley before stealing your wallet and heart in the same breath.

Another set of hands slide over my back, and this time, the comfort seems real. They run in soothing circles up and down my spine, sliding up as I go down and sliding back as I pull up. It’s an ebb and flow that’s far more relaxing than just the oral alone. It lulls me into a rocking rhythm, allowing me to float away.

Even in the lustful haze, I can feel Jackson’s cock bumping against my inner thigh, but to his credit, he doesn’t seem as keen on getting himself off as he is in making sure I’m actually okay.

I need you to stay calm, Baby. We’ve got you. You’ve already been down here far longer than any human could and still be alive. You’re fine. Just concentrate on how good Luka’s cock feels in your mouth. Be a good girl, and I’ll fill this pussy up for you with my fat cock. Just keep sucking until you get him off.

Arousal floods my system at his words, cutting through the worst of the fear. I want so desperately to be their good girl, and I’m trying so very hard. I know I wanted my boundaries pushed, but this was so hard, so fast. Jackson's fingers slip into my pussy, and my muscles grip him, squeezing around it.

Though his fingers are thick, they’re a far cry from his dick. If I can just hold on a bit more. If I can make Luka come, then I can have the pleasure of his cock buried deep inside. A moan escapes my lips as Jackson presses down on my g-spot, allowing water to fill my mouth, choking me.

I gasp, my body refusing to do this without air when the entire world stops for a moment. Even as water fills what should be my lungs, I’m still conscious. I’m not sputtering or even coming close to dying. It feels uncomfortable as hell, and even now, I want to pound on my chest, dispelling water that’s not really bothering me.

It’s the mental fuckery of the situation. My own body demands what it does not need, yet it won’t relent when faced with the proof that I won’t die. The only thing I can do is force the intrusive thoughts out of my head and concentrate on giving Luka the best oral I can.

Lowering myself further onto his shaft, I take him deep into my throat, flexing the muscles as I swallow. Even under the water, I hear his groan as his fingers fist in my hair. No longer is he the gentle man that attempted to soothe me. Now, he ravages my mouth, owning it with his hard, swift strokes.

As he nears completion, he thrusts my head all the way to the base of his shaft until his lower abs bump against my nose. Soon, frigid cum spills down my throat, making my body spasm with the contrast between him and the warm water surrounding me.

It doesn’t burn like earlier, and it’s then that I start to understand just how thoroughly they fucked me, stretching me out, tearing me from the inside so that just one drop felt like acid. It wasn’t a bad sensation, just different.

I swallow as his cock jerks about in my throat, not wanting to miss one drop. His flavor is drastically different from Jackson's. Instead of spun candy, Luka tastes like dark chocolate smothered in salted caramel. It’s dark, decadent, over the top.

I want so badly to lick my lips as I suck him dry, but my mouth is stretched so wide over his massive length that the best I can do is wriggle my tongue about, drawing out another spasm from his softening cock. We stay there, for several moments, locked in this lover’s embrace, until he finally releases me.

As I break the surface of the water, I draw in a deep breath, sputtering as I cough up all the water that ended up filling my lungs while I was down below. As he watches me, Luka strokes his re-hardening cock, the side of his mouth quirking up into a grin. He nods at Jackson as if they’ve been having their own mental conversation while I was trapped between them.

Jackson wraps his hand around the back of my neck and turns me towards him, lust blazing in his eyes. “Open your mouth,” he demands.

The moment my lips part, his tongue dives in, lapping at me, tasting Luka on me. The idea of us sharing his cum is pure eroticism, sending spikes of arousal down into my already pulsing, needy pussy. Jackson pulls me around to the other side of the tub, his lips never breaking contact with mine.

Finally, he pulls away, his grin feral and hot. “Deep breath for me, Baby. Now it’s my turn.” We both breathe in unison, drawing air deep into our lungs. It’s not that we have to have the air, but it does ease some of the discomfort.

He shoves me underwater and pins me with his body, his lips finding mine once more. As our tongues dance, his cock drives deep inside me, and I can’t help the moan, the bubbles of air escaping out of my mouth. After so many hours with nothing, feeling him deep inside is better than anything else I can imagine.

Jackson plunges deep, his grunts mingling with my groans until all the air is gone out of our lungs. But we no longer care. We’re too consumed with finding our pleasure. After several more thrusts, he pauses, his finger gripping and releasing on my hips as he moans long and hard.

For a moment, I think he’s finished, but soon he rocks again, his body no longer thrusting. Instead, it’s a not-so-gentle swaying motion as his pelvis grinds against mine. It’s an odd sensation but still more pleasurable than anything I ever got out of Chet.

The moment his name pops into my head, twin snarling fills the space, driving out any rational thought.

Even now, Luka growls, the words practically vibrating my skull, with one mate filling you to the breaking point and your other mate filling his ass. You still think about that pathetic asshole? What else do we have to do to you to drive him from your brain? And don’t you dare think you’re safe from me trying a lobotomy on you. Even if I mess up, you’ll just heal, and I can try again.

There’s a slight note of hurt under the anger, and deep down, I know his threat is an idle one. He may hurt me, yes, but he will never harm me. He just doesn’t have the tools to express his feelings without violence. Instantly, remorse floods my body and forces every thought out of my brain except for the two men pleasuring me.

Grabbing Jackson by the waist, I move my hips, timing it with the jolts from Luka’s thrusts until it’s as if we’re both fucking him, sandwiching him in between our bodies. Water eddies around us, creating a mini vortex as Luka pounds into him.

It’s almost reminiscent of the times I stayed underwater while the ocean pounded the shore above me. Luka is just as potent, an unrelenting force. Jackson moans, his fangs scraping the side of my neck as he grabs my hips and uses me as his own fucktoy.

I’m beyond caring.

Right now, I’m a toy, a doll, a vessel for their passion. Like a chain reaction, my orgasm rips through me as Jackson’s fangs pierce my skin. My muscles ripple along his length, gripping his pulsing flesh until he spills himself deep inside me. Once more, the contrast is profound. I can feel him spurting his seed deep inside me, chilling my heated flesh. My body must be learning to accommodate his girth, that or it’s healing even faster than before.