I wonder if this is a bad idea.
The odds are not insignificant that I won’t survive.
But if I want to help Father, I need her. And if she is to help me, I need to feed her.
“Where do you prefer to feed?” I ask, trying to calm the waver in my voice.
“Here is fine,” she mumbles, moving off the couch and kneeling before me. My cock twitches at the sight, and I remind myself that this is just a feeding.
Clinical.
Before I can question what she’s doing, she gestures to my pants. “The thigh, please?” Her voice is so small and desperate that I stand and step out of my trousers reflexively. I don’t even think of questioning why that vein is the one she desires rather than another. I stand before her in my boxer shorts, and she runs her hand up my thighs slowly, searching for the spot her teeth crave. She finds it quickly, her fingers stopping just below my balls at the top of my thigh.
She gestures to the couch, and I sit down, letting her push my knees apart. My cock goes rigid against my undershorts, but she does me a kindness by pretending not to notice.
Her pointed pink tongue darts out of her mouth and licks her lips, and her eyes gleam with a nearly feral hunger that almost has me second-guessing this decision.
Then she lowers her face to my leg, and I feel her hot breath against my flesh as her teeth penetrate my skin. The pain is quickly followed by the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter6
Desire
GERRIT
From this angle, I could almost convince myself that Hans is getting his dick sucked. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been present for that.
He wasn’t lying when he said I like to watch.
But she’s not sucking his dick, even if my cock doesn’t understand that. When they started, I moved to a chair across from the sofa. I didn’t want to be beside him when it happened, unsure if I would be able to allow her to continue if I saw the blood.
But that leaves me with a perfect view of Briar on her knees in front of him, her ass poking out as she bends to reach her preferred vein. I can make out her curves under the dress, and I am confident she has no panties on.
Hans’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, and soft moans escape his lips.
It seems like getting fed on isn’t so much of a sacrifice anymore.
I’m not sure how I will know when to stop her or even how to do it. Just ripping her off him doesn’t seem like the right call, so I’m biding my time and keeping an eye on the situation.
I tell myself it’s solely for my brother’s safety, but I’m fucking fooling myself. I can’t look away.
My hand strokes my cock through my pants. I may as well enjoy the view, right?
Her head darts up from between his legs, and she turns to me, eyes glowing bright red as blood drips down her face. She sniffs the air before zeroing in on where my hand grips my dick.
“I can smell your desire, Gerrit.” Her voice is otherworldly, reverberating in my chest. I drop my dick reflexively at being caught.
Hans is panting, looking at Briar as if she is royalty and he is her most adoring subject. I think he’s close to begging her to keep feeding from him. Before he can, she straddles his lap, her hand stroking through the outside of his undershorts. He groans, lifting his hips to thrust into her hand.
“Greedy…” she murmurs, gripping his cock through the fabric.
I attempt to catch his eyes to make sure he’s feeling okay. He does not look distressed or pallid. In fact, his face is flushed with arousal as he pants after her.
Briar lowers herself onto his lap, grinding against his shorts. Instinctively, Hans’s hands go to her waist, and he rocks her back and forth against his length. She leans and whispers something in his ears. I can’t make it out, but he’s nodding quickly.
“Yes, absolutely yes,” he begs.
What did she say? Before I can think much about it, she frees his cock from his shorts and lowers herself onto it in a smooth motion as she plunges her teeth into his neck.
