REQUESTED: Sylar/Claire/Elle threesome PLEASE! I will give you cookies!
Sylar/Claire/Elle "A Present to Remember"
"Come on pretty." Elle says as she pulls Claire along by her hair. Claire is trying to pull away or resist, but Elle isn't having it at all as she zaps her a couple of times. "Nifty, I think, that Sylar thought to reverse his brain engineering on you." Elle says smiling while Claire clamps down on another scream. "Do you like having the pain back, Daddy's little girl?" Elle asked as she kicked the hotel door open. "Honey, we're home." She calls out.
"Well, well." Says the reclining figure on the king sized bed. The TVs on and moans and curses were heard from the program Sylar had been watching. His business jacket, tie, and buttoned shirt were abandoned on the floor beside the bed. His pants were unbuttoned and zipped with his boxers below his left hand, which was openly stroking his prick in time with the grunts on the TV. "Looks like you ladies are just in time."
"I think I'm going to be si--" Claire wasn't able to finish as Elle hauled her through the door by her hair and zapped her again. The scream was cut off as Sylar's electric queen threw Claire at the foot of the bed. There she sat panting and running her hands through her hair. The door closed right after Elle placed the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob. Then as soon as the lock clicked home Claire stood up grabbed Elle by the lapels of her coat and slammed her up against the door knocking her head hard.
"That was pretty convincing, but next time..." Claire growled before crushing her mouth against Elle's for a quick heated kiss. "Dial down the volts. Pretty please." The last was delivered with the sickeningly sweet tempo of the long ago damsel-in-distress cheerleader that Claire had once been. Elle opened her mouth to answer, but Claire didn't give her the chance as she clamped down on the older girl's bottom lip.
"Girls, girls..." Sylar said as his arms draped over the two's shoulders. "Play nicely now." He said as he grabbed a fist full of Claire's hair and pulled her mouth off of Elle's lip and crushed it against his own mouth. There was no biting in this kiss. It had been established a long time ago that Sylar didn't like the biting that Elle and Claire enjoyed so much. While Claire was distracted Elle's mouth found Claire's throat and after a few tentative licks, clamped her teeth on the tanned skinned and sucked, hard. Claire whimpered in pure bliss into Sylar's mouth, who chuckled as he blindly led them to the bed.
They all fell sprawled in various angles on the mattress as Sylar found the TV remote and turned it to a station that played music. He turned the volume fairly high and then threw the remote aside. Elle was already half undressed as Claire climbed over various limbs to deposit herself before Sylar. He leaned back against the pillows on the bed and Claire slowly started pulling the rest of his clothes off starting with his shoes. His prick was still throbbing from earlier with the TV program, but he was happy to just wait and watch.
Every time his blonde angels joined him it was a new and exciting experience. Anything could happen and really he liked watching Elle and Claire specifically. Sylar was pretty sure that any other girl on girl action wouldn't be enough to get him off. While Claire was preoccupied with being slow, sweet and seductive in removing Sylar's clothing, Elle (now fully naked) took to distracting Claire. It was their game. Elle was very bad at being sweet or slow, though seduction she had in spades, therefore the game was to distract Claire enough to rush her or make her be rough to Sylar. Of course Sylar had to punish Claire if that happened, so usually Elle's efforts were only rewarded with moans and sharp intakes of breath.
Today Elle was feeling vindictive, so for every piece of clothing she was able to extract off of Claire, she gave her a bite on the exposed skin. Gritting her teeth, Claire tried her damnedest to ignore Elle's ministrations, but upon sliding Sylar's boxers off Elle gave her a vicious bite on the inside of her thigh and Claire could not control the jerk of her hands. The boxers came the rest of the way off with a hard wrench and though it did not hurt Sylar, Claire knew he would punish her anyway. Elle giggled having won this round. Sylar smirked. Elle didn't win often and when she did he loved her all the more for it. He almost loved her more at those times then he did hurting Claire.
"Elle, take my place." Sylar directed as he moved off the bed. "No Claire, stay there... Just like that." Claire had been kneeling in front of Sylar, knees on either side of his legs, ass in the air. Now Elle had to nimbly craw through Claire's limbs to mimic the exact position Sylar had been in. Elle's arms were above her head, idly playing with her hair and the smile on her face simply meant she liked to watch when Sylar hurt Claire. "Spread your legs Elle. Claire, my sweet, you know what to do." He said both girls feeling the bed shift as Sylar climbed up behind Claire.
Claire bent her elbows and rested on them as she inched closer to Elle's splayed thighs. This part of the punishment wasn't really a punishment. Claire loved nothing more than to get back at Elle by teasing and biting her most sensitive spots, no the punishment was what Sylar would do while Claire was forced to bring Elle over the edge. No matter what Sylar did, if Claire didn't bring off Elle... Well Claire didn't want to know what happened then. So far she'd always been able to achieve her goal.
Elle groaned loudly as Claire slowly inched her kisses closer and closer to the spot that was probably already throbbing with the excitement of pain. Claire took her time because nothing frustrated Elle more than being slow. The white-hot searing pain on Claire's ass was enough to distract her with a scream, but quickly she clamped that off and endured as she hurriedly took Elle into her mouth. Fuck being slow, Elle was the reason she was being punished, therefore pain was all Elle would get. Working her teeth against the sensitive bud, Claire rubbed her face harshly on Elle, which elicited first harsh moans and then clipped screams from the girl. All the while Sylar's hand roamed over Claire's back, legs, and ass with the nuclear man's power. The skin blistering and bubbling as fast as it was healing. He was still rock hard, but the excitement from Elle's screams weren't enough to make him come, not yet.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh MY God!" Elle chanted as Claire's mouth ravished her. Harshly moving back and forth as her nails bit into the sensitive flesh right inside of Elle's opening. Two more intense clamps of Claire's nails and Elle was screaming incoherently as a rush of fluids flowed. Claire happily lapped up the mess loving the smell of sex in the air. The pain on her backside ceased and Sylar smacked her raw ass as he maneuvered around her to the other side of the bed.
"That was a pretty tame punishment." Claire said between licks as Elle's screams faded and she breathed hoarsely. Sylar chuckled before taking Elle's breath from her with a kiss that he could handle only after Elle was too delirious to hurt him. Finished with cleaning up Elle, Claire sat back with a big smile on her face.
"Yes well, Elle was a bit over zealous with her attentions I think." He said pulling away from Elle. Electricity crackled at Elle's hands as she laid there and panted. "Come here my angel." Sylar said motioning towards Claire. She languidly crawled across Elle and settled in Sylar's lap. She giggled at his prick, noting that even the pre-cum was already leaking out.
"Looks like you had too much fun before we arrived." Claire said as she sedately leaned in for a kiss from Sylar. Roughly Sylar fist-ed a handful of Claire's hair and pulled her mouth to his, but that was all the rough he liked. The kiss was slow and intense and the exact opposite of kissing Elle. Claire rubbed herself against Sylar's prick as he let her hair go. While his hands guided Claire's hips to align just right with him, Elle joined the game again. Jerking Claire's head by her hair, Elle smothered Claire's mouth with hers and sucked all the breath out of the younger girl. On that note Sylar lifted Claire's body easily and then plummeted her down hard onto his prick. No preparation at all, which it really wasn't needed, Claire of course was already dripping with desire.
Elle's rough kisses and her nails helped Sylar lay Claire on her back as he worked her at a steady pace. Using as much pent up anger as she could Claire's tongue and teeth waged war with Elle's all the while Sylar's pace increased wrenching mewling sounds from her between bites and teeth gnashing. Elle's hand snaked down Claire's stomach and quickly found Claire's own bud of sensitivity. And just as Claire had been rough on Elle, Elle's nails scraped and raked across the nerve with so much force that Sylar had to reprimand Elle before continuing his pace. Claire's thought were gone as they were replaced with conflicting sensations.
Elle's bites and scrapes (most of the time bringing blood) compared to Sylar's steady but very gentle pace was maddening and it took most of Claire's innate sense of control to not lose it within three seconds. When Sylar felt that he probably wouldn't last two many more strokes, he nodded at Elle. Though Elle's mouth and nails had never ceased their attentions on Claire all this time, her eyes had been riveted to Sylar's face waiting for his signal. Elle worked her nails harder, rougher against Claire's clit as she dislodged her mouth and began biting down (very very hard) on Claire's breasts. The subsequent bruises blossoming on the tender flesh as Elle moved lightning fast from one spot to the next healed fast enough, but what Sylar wanted from this was the screams. Claire's screams were so very different than Elle's and it was the combination of fucking Claire (or Elle) and then the screams of Claire (which was only brought on by Elle) that rushed Sylar over the top.
He cried out himself not nearly matching Claire's volume as his seed sprayed into Claire. Claire writhed as well beneath him as she too reached her climax. Elle's laughter rivaled even Claire's screams as she continued to bite on Claire's breasts. Sylar collapsed as his passion subsided and he pulled Elle, fully alert Elle, to him for a kiss. He knew she'd bite him. He knew she'd suck on his tongue too hard, but it was what he had to do to stop her laughter. When she laughed, she reminded him of exactly how close to crazy she was. He didn't like the reminder because it also reminded him of how, once upon a changed future, he'd been the Psychopath killer and that didn't belong anywhere with this present.