Nope, sadly don't own any attractive vampires, especially the Dracula siblings.
This was intended to be a one shot, but Malik in handcuffs... things happen in my head!
Plus I wanted to write some more Malik somewhere since he's not in any of my stories and tomorrow is starting Chosen Two Year Two and Adam's Story sequel. I write too much...
If you need warnings in spite of reading incest fanfiction, warning for kink and bondage and rough play, het/slash etc. All the fun stuff
Anyway... on we go!
-YD-
Vlad handed Ingrid a goblet of blood, both surveying Malik over the rims of their glasses as they drank. "You haven't answered me yet, think you can handle me being in charge?" Malik looked between them for a moment before nodding, earning him a drink from Vlad. Vlad nodded to Ingrid's whispered instruction, draining his blood quickly and flitting off. He returned a moment later, gesturing his head at Malik pointedly until Ingrid nodded. Turning back to Malik, Ingrid smirked over her drink. "Come on, clothes off!" Vlad was already wriggling out of his own clothes, stripping off his plaid shirt and t-shirt, kicking off his boots as Malik necked his drink and shrugged off his heavy leather jacket and boots.
Vlad left his jeans on when Ingrid shook her head at him slightly, both watching Malik strip down to underwear. Ingrid nodded pointedly and Malik dropped the last of his clothes. His body was already willing, cock rising to rest upwards towards his stomach. Ingrid twirled her finger in the air to indicate Malik should turn around, his confused face as he did so amusing her. Vlad darted in, locking Malik's hands behind his back with the same fangcuffs they'd used on him before. "What is this?" "Ingrid's night, she's done it to me before too." Malik was tossed on the bed, rolling onto his back to watch as Vlad locked the door and moved to kiss Ingrid. Ingrid pulled Vlad's hands to rest over the buttoning of her dress as she bit at his lip, feeling him groan against her as he slid her clothing loose.
As her dress fell away Ingrid smirked to herself, both brothers gazing at her hungrily as her lack of underwear was revealed. "Blood Ingrid, never get tired of that sight." Vlad grunted when Ingrid slapped him, his head dropping when he realised the mood she was in. "Did I say you could speak?" Vlad shook his head, the power rising inside her as he submitted, his erection already straining at the front of his jeans. "Naked." Vlad dropped his jeans and boxers instantly, kicking them away and keeping his eyes on the floor. "On the bed. On all fours." Vlad crawled obediently onto the bed, head resting between his elbows as he waited for 'instructions'. Malik was watching the whole thing wide eyed, though the dribbling fluid on his stomach told Ingrid he was getting off on it all.
"Been a while since we did this hasn't it baby brother?" Vlad whimpered but didn't answer, knowing better than to speak out of turn. Picking up the small bottle of lubricant, Ingrid let the cool liquid slide down between the cleft of Vlad's ass, his body shaking at the sensation and another whimper falling out of him when she moved to touch him there too. Vlad knew how to relax for this by now, but it had been a while and he was tight, resistant as Ingrid pushed her fingers inside him. The brush of her fingers over his prostate had the usual effect, Vlad writhing and trying not to push back on her fingers, to ask for more pressure. Ingrid knew the moment Vlad realised what she was planning, stretching him open more than she usually would and Malik hard and waiting next to them.
His look of relief when she stroked lube over Malik's cock was obvious, and he barely waited for her signal to straddle Malik's narrow hips, clearing space for her to recline next to them and watch as Vlad fumbled to guide his brother inside him. He shuddered as he lowered himself down, whimpering and shaking at the new sensation. "Bigger than your fingers, blood Ingrid." Vlad's eyes fluttered open when he realised his mistake, speaking out of turn as Ingrid bit down hard on his hip bone. When she moved back he was biting his lip, fighting not to speak again and shaking. Malik was a quick learner, he hadn't said a word since he saw her slap Vlad for it. A swift smack across his ass told Vlad to move, a natural instinct for something he'd never done before taking him as he rolled his hips up and down.
"Don't be going off too early Malik, he can come from that alone if you can keep up." Malik nodded, struggling to find leverage with his arms bound behind him but thrusting up into Vlad's clearly willing body. It was surprisingly erotic in itself to watch Vlad impale himself over and over on Malik's cock, his own starting to leak onto his brothers stomach from the constant pressure on the nerves inside him. The submission, the control she had was just as erotic, knowing Vlad was getting off on being ordered around and dominated by Ingrid as much as he was the physical act itself. Malik's eyes were zeroed in on Vlad's erection, oozing cool liquid onto his body and rubbing against the lean muscles when Vlad rocked back and forth in between his bouncing, riding motions. Knowing his weakness for it and seeing Vlad tremble all over as he neared release, Ingrid leant up and gripped his hair tight, pulling his head back and biting down hard on his neck. Vlad keened, shaking and spurting heavily onto Malik's chest and stomach, whining when Ingrid tugged a little harder.
Malik wasn't far behind, a few jerky thrusts and his body was arching upwards, hips stuttering and a deep groan rumbling in his chest, Vlad's whimpers telling Ingrid he was coming into the baby brother of the siblings. Letting Vlad roll off and lie on his back, she caught his hiss of pain as Malik slipped out of him and brushed a small touch over his face, a reminder he was 'being good' for her. Vlad looked up at her with his usual soft, post-coital eyes and smile for a moment, pushing himself upright and sipping gratefully at the glass of blood Ingrid offered him - he knew he'd need the energy because Ingrid wasn't done with them yet. He groaned slightly when Ingrid told him to 'clean Malik up', the pain in his lower back evident as he tried to lean over their brother carefully to lap up the ejaculate all over Malik's torso.
Malik hissed when Vlad reached his cock, overstimulation making him shake until he grunted out "stop". Vlad nipped at his thigh harshly for that, warning him to be quiet but moving away regardless. Vlad perked up when Ingrid straddled his hips, pushing his hand between her thighs and letting out the breathy sounds of pleasure she knew drove him wild when his fingers found her wet and hot, rubbing at her clit and pushing inside her to tease more wetness from her, stoke her arousal further and the smug look in his eyes burning inside her as he got off on turning her on. His eyes flashed red when Ingrid handed him the little bottle of lubricant, slicking his already-wet fingers and tracing them around her ass until she relaxed a little. Vlad did this to her regularly, but even when he was in a truly rough and dominant mood he never risked hurting her, stretching and lubricating her properly rather than risk doing any... lasting damage. Shaking away any kind of emotional thoughts, Ingrid pressed down on Vlad's fingers and felt more wet heat growing as his eyes darkened and his canines lengthened.
Flicking her eyes over to their visiting brother, Ingrid noted he was recovered and hard again, Vlad's erection already nudging between her thighs by now. Leaning down to indulge in Vlad's mouth again, Ingrid kissed him roughly before moving to straddle Malik. Vlad hurried to lube himself up before moving to hold Malik's cock in place as Ingrid sank down the length of him, waiting until she beckoned him closer to position himself and push into her ass. Malik's eyes were closed when Vlad brushed a kiss against Ingrid's shoulder, both of them shivering slightly before Ingrid fought to retain control and raised her hips, dropping them back down and making both brothers groan simultaneously. Partly because she hadn't yet, and partly because Ingrid wanted to not be seen treating them too differently, Ingrid leant forwards to bite harshly at Malik's lips, penetrating his mouth with her tongue and groaning as he yielded to the dominating kiss.
Vlad had the best position for flexibility, setting the rhythm he knew Ingrid loved and timing his thrusts with Malik's almost instinctively, one sliding in as the other slid out and back again, the dual sensation sparking through Ingrid's body like nothing she'd ever felt before. It didn't surprise any of them when Ingrid came first, shuddering between them and Vlad stopped for a moment, letting her ride the waves of pleasure until her body relaxed. Rocking her hips in permission to move again, Vlad resumed his thrusting in and out of her, hands coming round to tweak her nipples and slipping down to rub over her clit as his own hips shook in completion, Malik following and Ingrid letting a second hit of pleasure crash through her as they both spilled into her body.
Obviously knowing it would be harder for her to move herself, Vlad slid out of her gently and helped Ingrid move off Malik, her muscles still shaking in pleasure as she sat down gracefully on the bed. They gave Malik another moment more before unlocking his cuffs and pushing him over to his clothes. "You can leave first, my threat still stands. If I see you out of this room for a second, I will dust you." Ingrid shivered slightly as the power Vlad exuded radiated, even from his bruised and naked body as he glared up at Malik. "And if I come back here? Does it get to be my turn?" Vlad shook his head, not faltering in his powerful stance. "Not as long as you keep biting breathers and betraying your family. Now go." Malik nodded, pulling on his clothes and hurrying off. Vlad handed Ingrid a new glass of blood and reclined on the bed next to her, sipping his own.
"Do you think he'll come back?" "After that, I'll be surprised if it takes more than a week for him to cave in and come crawling back." Vlad nodded, draining his goblet. "While I'm sure we'd both enjoy not having to be 'the boss', there's no way I'm giving him free reign to tie us up or beat us around until I'm sure he's not going to stake us. In the non euphemistic way that is." Finishing her own blood, Ingrid waited to see if Vlad was about to hurry into his own clothes and disappear. He seemed to be waiting for the same thing, eyeing her closely as he stood up to wipe himself down, sticky bodily fluids across his mouth, cock and thighs. Something in his eyes made Ingrid beckon him back to the bed, reaching down to stroke his cock until he hardened in her hand and pushed inside her. They never admitted to these instances, not even to themselves, slow and soft when Vlad kissed her sweetly, pushing them both to powerful pleasure until Ingrid shattered beneath him. She ignored the tears in the back of her eyes, when he buried his face in her neck as he shuddered with climax with her.
They redressed shakily, Ingrid hurrying off to scrub her skin clean and hide the evidence of crying under the shower spray while Vlad disappeared back to his room. The next day they were 'back to normal', arguing about usual sibling problems and Vlad holding up a newspaper with Malik and Erin's faces printed across it. "Admit it, you miss her." "I hope she chokes on a garlic snail." The Count ranted on about Vlad needing to go bite someone new, and Vlad fought back with words about reinstating the ceasefire. His eyes were dark and sad when he looked at her again, and Ingrid flitted off before she gave in to the urge to stake their annoying father.
It took more than a week, but Malik did return and he acquiesced to Vlad cuffing him and fucking him more easily than even Ingrid expected, watching Vlad take Ingrid roughly with bloodlust in his eyes and disappearing again like he was never there. Ingrid managed to make herself leave before they could succumb to the other again, but they were back in there together again and again until Ingrid actually wondered how nobody had noticed how often they both disappeared. Vlad slowed down how much he drunk in the room, not wanting to tip into drinking human more than soya. The next time Malik 'visited', they let him stay out of the cuffs but bit and scratched and bruised his body together and their brother took everything with pleasure.
It was two months later when Ingrid was getting thirsty and realised she'd been craving B- far more than usual lately, shaking the notion out of her mind for the moment but it kept coming back to niggle at her. Knowing the breather tests were next to useless, Ingrid crept into the alchemy lab when she spotted Renfield unconscious on the floor of the throne room, fighting back a wave of nausea when the test came back positive. Given how frequently she'd... been with Vlad, that was the more likely but Malik had been there a few times himself by now and Ingrid realised with aject horror that not only was she pregnant by her brother, but she wasn't entirely sure which brother.
-YD-
Yeah, fangcuffs and sibling fun! Plus a drop of angst, what more can you want?
