"Really good to watch," he asks, grinning down at her, "or really good to be part of?"

She hides her extremely warm pink face against his chest. "Both," she says, muffled.

He wraps his arms around her and giggles into her hair. "I can't wait to introduce you. But actually I can, and I want to wait until you're feeling settled enough for it."

...she contemplates this for a moment, and then says, into his chest, "You know, I bet I'd find watching porn of the two of you pretty settling."

He kisses the top of her head. "You're going to have to take your face off of me for that. Unless you'd rather just listen to us fuck some poor girl within an inch of her life."

She wiggles, curling up in his lap. The memory of Tas fucking her like that is fresh in her mind. It makes her blush and shiver and kind of maybe wish she could meet Serafin right this minute.

But actually she's pretty sure she doesn't want to do that, and watching porn of them first is, in addition to being hot, also very sensible. She uncurls and scoots toward the edge of the bed.

Tas scoops her back into his lap, very casually, with one arm that ends up settled around her waist.

"We can watch it here," he says. "The future's good for that sort of thing."

And now she's blushing even harder and her heart is racing and she kind of wants him to pin her to this bed and take her right this minute and she also kind of really doesn't want that at all.

He smirks slightly and kisses the top of her head again, and with a flick of his fingers a screen appears, hovering in the air over the bed in front of them. It's dark.

"So, approximately what genre do you want, here?" he wonders. "Emphasis on vampire, emphasis on rape...?"

She wiggles nervously. "Um—I think—how much of this is there, how specific is it reasonable to get—"

"You tell me what you want and I'll tell you how close to it I can get you," he says, petting her hair.

"I—I want—" She bites her lip and rubs her scarlet cheeks and takes a deep breath and says more firmly, "I want to watch you fuck some poor girl within an inch of her life—I want to watch you rape some poor girl within an inch of her life, making—making her as helpless as you made me—and then I want to see you all cuddling happily afterward because she loved it."

He wraps his arms around her and squeezes gently. "Wouldn't you know it," he says, "that's one of my favourite genres too."

Another flick of his fingers brings up a menu, which he browses with lazy gestures that nevertheless make the pictures go by faster than Lynne can properly track them. Finally, a still frame of video fills the screen: a richly decorated room, with a massive curtained bed—not unlike the one Lynne died in—and a woman sleeping curled up in it, wrapped cozily in wine-red blankets.

She watches the screen and shivers, then nods.

He kisses the top of her head, flicks his fingers one more time, and then settles back with his arms wrapped around her waist. The movie begins to play.

At first she hardly moves, only stirring gently in her sleep, to the point where it's hard to tell it's playing at all. But then Tas steps into the frame—or is it Serafin? Hard to tell—and climbs carefully onto the bed, moving slowly so as not to disturb her. He's naked, and his cock stirs to hardness as he pulls the blanket gently off her naked body and leans over to roll her onto her back.

She doesn't wake until he's inside her, and then she whimpers and struggles, and he pins her to the bed with a hand around her throat and fucks her harder while she kicks and sobs. It's a surprisngly unromanticized depiction, the way she fights harder and harder and then finally gives up and lies limply with tears running down her reddened face. The cinematography is unobtrusively exquisite; it gives a clear sense of the mood and action of each moment without getting in the way with flashy tricks.

He comes inside her, pauses for a moment to run his hands over her ample chest, then leans down and murmurs in her ear, "I've got a treat for you this morning."

She shivers nervously. The shot pulls back to show the whole bed again, and Tas walks into the frame—and this time it is Tas; something about the way he moves makes it obvious, a grace and poise echoed but not flawlessly repeated in Serafin. He, too, is naked.

Also, when he grins at the girl on the bed, he has obvious fangs.

The girl on the bed whimpers in fear.

Lynne finds herself echoing the sound, and feeling a faint reflection of the emotion that produced it.

Serafin sits at the head of the bed, leans back against the wall, drags the girl's head into his lap, and shoves his still-hard cock in her mouth. She chokes and splutters. Tas climbs onto the bed behind her, pulls her up onto her hands and knees, and rams his cock into her cunt from behind. She makes a muffled sound of pain and then chokes some more. Somehow, she manages to draw sufficient breath to sustain consciousness as the two of them rape her vigorously from each end.

It's not long before Serafin comes again; he holds her head down for it, and doesn't let her up until her face is red and she looks about to pass out. The whole time, he's smiling down at her, a smile of confident, faintly amused affection with just a hint of danger.

It's a good smile. Lynne finds herself squirming slightly in Tas's lap, watching that smile and thinking about what it would be like to have it directed at her.

The girl coughs weakly and has to lick her lips and swallow a few times to avoid drooling all over Serafin's crotch. He keeps his hand in her hair, stroking gently with his fingertips. and when she's just about recovered he closes the hand and twists, putting painful tension on her hair. She cries out, and at just that moment Tas comes inside her, and she looks like she very nearly follows him over the edge. Not quite, though.

She's panting and trembling as Tas withdraws. He puts his hand between her legs and gives her a light, gentle caress that somehow provokes a visible full-body shiver. Then he slaps her ass lightly, making her cry out again. Serafin pulls her hair, and she presses her face against his stomach and moans. Tas slides two fingers into her, and she whimpers while he fucks her with them. It's hard to tell, at this point, how much she's into it and how much she isn't. The feelings seem pretty thoroughly mixed.

Then Tas and Serafin exchange a glance, and Tas wraps his hands around her thighs and turns her over onto her back, while Serafin adjusts his grip to keep hold of her hair as she turns. She looks fearfully down the bed at the vampire between her legs. He grins, showing another flash of fang, and leans down and bites her inner thigh.

The video very clearly displays the fact that absolutely no one is touching anything within three inches of her crotch as she gasps, moans, struggles briefly, and then shudders and arches her back. Her very loud, very obvious orgasm goes on for a solid minute. A single drop of blood escapes Tasfal's lips to run down her thigh.

Lynne bites her lip and fights the urge to touch herself. Then she decides that fighting the urge to touch herself is stupid, and, blushing furiously, leans back in Tas's lap and spreads her legs and puts her hand between them.

Tas kisses the top of her head and adjusts his hold on her to get his arms out of her way, and doesn't try to interfere directly in the proceedings at all.

She appreciates this man so much.

In the video, Tas finally raises his head. The woman goes limp, breathing hard.

Serafin slides out from under her, and they switch places, sort of. Now she's lying back with her head on a pillow, Tas sitting next to it and petting her hair, and Serafin leaning down to lick blood from the open wound on her thigh—she shudders hard—before he settles between her legs to fuck her again.

She struggles this time, weakly. Tasfal twines his fingers in her hair and gives it a playful tug, then a harder one that makes her gasp. She flinches every time Serafin's weight comes down on the wound in her thigh, and after a few of those she spreads her legs wide, looking ashamed and defeated. Serafin grins down at her and fucks her harder, and she closes her eyes and trembles.

It's hard to tell if Serafin comes in her again. It looks like he does, but he doesn't bother withdrawing, just slows down and then speeds up again. Tas, meanwhile, shifts around to lean down and get his teeth in her neck.

She thrashes, whimpering loudly. Either she's fighting desperately or she's having an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm. Quite possibly both. Serafin keeps fucking her, and keeps fucking her, and keeps fucking her, while she heaves and flails and looks startlingly close to throwing them off—until Tas just puts a hand on her stomach and presses down firmly, and she thumps back down onto the bed and stays there.

Serafin comes inside her, for somewhere between the third and fifth time. Tas takes his mouth off her neck, and Serafin withdraws, and she collapses onto the bed like an untethered marionette. She looks utterly exhausted.

Lynne watches all this and bites her lip and wriggles and touches herself. It's amazingly hot. When Tas holds the girl down one-handed, Lynne moans. When they both pull away, she wonders for a moment if it's going to be over—it can't be over, can it? Not so soon. They've got to be planning something more.