Missing, Presumed Undead

***** WARNING: the lemmings have been doing a bit of M/M/F experimenting. ***







All in a Day’s Work



Hermione groaned as Dimitri sank into her femininity, the brothers had begun their teasing in the huge bath; massaging every inch of her body in tandem before licking, kissing and biting gently. They had shared their flutes of ‘blood’ with their Queen, sharing the surprisingly accurate taste with her with fierce kisses.



Hermione had cracked under their sensual torture after Matúš lifted her out of the water and laid her down on a mound of towels, his lips on her core as his twin lavished attention on her hard nipples. Fingers entered her, but she couldn’t tell whose as she screamed in climax.



Matúš continued to lick her navel as she calmed, Dimitri nuzzling her throat around the bites he and his twin had made the night before.



Eventually, Hermione had regained her mind enough to stand and move to the bed; not bothering to check weather her sentinels were following – she knew they were. She lay as an offering in the centre of the huge bed, the warriors pouncing on her without delay; turning her onto her stomach, bringing her up onto her knees.



Even for Vampire males, the twins were huge; Hermione groaning as she was stretched to accommodate him. This had been a constant relationship after she’d succumbed to their duel seduction three months after making them her guards.



“Ahhhh!” groaned Dimitri, closing his stunning amber eyes as his hard abdomen hit her back, he tortured them both by withdrawing slowly, completely pulling out before sinking back in.



“Oh God! Stop torturing me!” Hermione cried, “Please! Faster!” she begged.



“You are not the Ruler of this bed, here you are not Queen, just Hermione… you do not command here.” Dimitri hissed, stilling his gentle rocking motion completely – much to Hermione’s anguish.



“Oh! Dimitri! Please! I need more!” she cried, trying to push herself back onto him but stopped by clawed hands on her hips.



“Brother, she is spending too much time arguing with us, not taking her pleasure.” Matúš said, grinning.



“Indeed.” He grinned back, watching as his clone gently slipped the plastic guard into her mouth to cover her razor-sharp fangs. Hermione’s pupils dilated in bliss as Dimitri thrust deep, accepting Matúš between her lips as he slowly thrust over her tongue.



The brothers groaned in unison, Matúš reaching down to pinch at her nipples, Dimitri showing no mercy as he rubbed her blood-engorged clitoris; they thrust alternate, one in one out, one in one out. Hermione moaned around the length in her mouth, backing off him to breathe and groan as the other twin pounded her G-spot while pinching her clit. She rocked her rear back into him, slamming him deeper as she came around him.



Dimitri squeezed his eyes shut, gasping as he flooded her half a minute later, covering her back with his huge body as he licked her throat. He gently pulled out, groaning as the cool air met the combined fluids. Carefully he turned them, lying both he and Hermione on their sides, spooned into her back.



Matúš ran large palms down her thighs, raising one over him as he slowly entered, kissing her gently as she moaned at being filled once more – from a different angle.



Dimitri’s arms went around her waist, snuggling her lovingly as he kissed the back of her neck, tormenting his brother with sensation as he threw her silken curls over their bodies. Hermione’s claws raked down his back as she began to head for another climax; throwing out the teeth-shield so she could sink into his throat.



Matúš’s reputation for stamina was ruined as the sensation of her fangs piercing him took him over with a hoarse yell, Hermione following him, gasping around the vein as she suckled.



Dimitri pressed his arousal into her back, begging into her ear for her attention on his throbbing dick, complaining that his brother climaxed twice the night before, and that it was only fair for him. Her smaller hand crept between them, wrapping around him and pumping firmly. Dimitri gasped, licking at the bite he had given her last night, aware that it would bring pain rather than pleasure if he bit into her there again.



“Aaaahhh!” he hissed, spilling over her back as she licked the wound on his brother’s neck to close it.



“You two will be the death of me.” She sighed, magically cleaning their combined releases before snuggling into the safety of their embrace.



“No, only the death of your enemies, Hermione.” Matúš said, kissing her gently.



They remained in their cocoon until the dawn came, making love through the night until the sunrise. The negotiations had gone exceptionally well; the citizens of the city not begrudging their Queen a night in her chambers…



…there were more interesting things within the city this evening.