They are definitely planning something more.

Tas kisses the bite on her neck; it heals at his touch. They trade places again, and this time Serafin hauls her up into his lap, holding her with her legs spread and her back against his chest, his arms around her waist.

(Lynne can't help seeing certain parallels to how she's sitting with Tas. She shivers.)

In the video, Tas puts his face to the woman's crotch and licks her. At first she barely reacts, but then she starts to shiver—tremble—shake—and Tas puts his hands on her knees to hold them apart while she moans and struggles weakly.

Then he takes his mouth away, slides his fingers into her cunt, and sinks his fangs into her remaining unmarked thigh.

She goes wild again, but struggling against her captors' strength gains her nothing but bruises. Her desperate moans of agonized pleasure bring that smile back to Serafin's face, and he kisses the top of her head and gives her waist an affectionate squeeze while she claws ineffectually at Tas's head and shoulders. Somehow the cameras find an angle that shows the way she's clenching on Tas's fingers over and over while he drinks.

The sight brings back memories. They're very good memories. Lynne puts her other hand on top of the first for leverage and rubs her clit hard and fast, moaning very quietly.

When Tas lifts his head again, the two bleeding wounds on the girl's inner thighs make a very pretty picture, artistically not-quite-symmetrical. He licks his lips and keeps fingering her as her orgasmic shudders slowly subside.

Then, when she's gone calm and limp and still again, he pulls his hand out of her and positions himself at her entrance. She closes her eyes and turns her face away and makes a small plaintive sound in the back of her throat, but doesn't offer any further resistance when he starts to fuck her, even though she flinches with every thrust as the impact jars her bitten thighs.

Lynne watches, and thinks about being helpless in Serafin's arms, being caught and held and taken and devoured, being fucked like that, hurt like that, and then she whimpers and wriggles and comes, gasping and panting.

Tas kisses the top of her head. "You're beautiful," he murmurs. "I could watch you do that all day."

She blushes and scoots back a little to get properly into his lap again, stopping with a squeak when his erection nudges the small of her back.

(Wait, was he always naked? She remembers pajama pants existing at some point. They were very soft. Were they magical vanishing pajama pants? You know what, for once in her life she is just not going to worry about it.)

In the video, Tas and Serafin are not remotely done with their prize.

Tas keeps fucking her, getting rougher by the minute. When he finally comes, they're both streaked with blood from the bites on her thighs. He moves away—and Serafin immediately pulls the girl up higher in his lap and fills her with his cock. She whimpers helplessly as he wraps his hands around her waist, and then he yanks her down and lifts her up again over and over, a casual display of immense strength and control.

Lynne only just came and already she's starting to feel aroused again. She squirms slightly and scoots back in Tas's lap, and this time enjoys the feeling of his cock nudging her back and then sliding up her spine.

He hugs her gently, holding her against him so his erection is trapped between them.

Tas in the video is watching with a smile as Serafin bounces the woman effortlessly in his lap. When Serafin comes, Tas doesn't give her a moment to catch her breath; he grabs her by the back of her neck, drags her forward, and sinks his fangs into her throat.

She whimpers and moans and flails, and gets nowhere, and Serafin strokes her thighs and idly plays with the bite marks, squeezing them and trailing his fingers through the blood. His cock stirs to renewed hardness, and he moves up behind the woman to fuck her again.

"This is really hot," Lynne murmurs quietly.

"It really is," Tas agrees. "I like that girl. We've done this to her a few more times since then and she gets the most amazing smile when we're done, you'll see."

She squirms slightly. She can feel Tas's erection against her back, and it feels very... present, very relevant, especially while she watches Tas and Serafin onscreen raping that stranger together. She can very clearly recall what it's like to have Tas's fangs in her neck, Tas's cock in her cunt, to be held so effortlessly in place for him, to be fucked and to know that being fucked is as inevitable and inarguable as gravity. And she feels Tas's arms around her and his hard cock pressing against her and she wants—and she's not quite sure, this time, whether it's the kind of wanting that she should listen to or the other kind—

In the video, the woman shudders helplessly in Tas's arms, gasping and moaning and flinching from the force of Serafin's thrusts. When he comes inside her and withdraws, an impressive amount of accumulated semen spills out in his wake and mingles with the blood on her thighs.

Lynne squirms again, watching them. Do they really just fuck all day? Isn't there something more interesting they could be doing? Maybe not. Maybe there's nothing they like better than pinning a girl down and raping her to exhaustion together. Maybe they're happy to spend all their time ganging up on helpless mortals.

...she puts her hand between her legs again and slides two fingers into herself.

Tas takes his fangs out of the woman's neck and pulls her closer, trailing kisses and fanged nibbles down her neck and chest. She ends up sprawled on her back with her legs wide apart, panting heavily, whimpering every time she feels his fangs.

Serafin, watching them, wraps his hand around his cock.

It's surprisingly attractive, watching Serafin touch himself. Lynne wants him to look at her like that, like she's sexy and gorgeous and fuckable. She bites her lip and squeezes her fingers and keeps watching.

There's kind of a lot of blood by this point; Tas's fangs are sharp. The cuts are all shallow, though, and the blood doesn't show too badly against the vivid red of the blankets.

Tas kisses his way back up to her neck, gets his teeth in her again, and starts fucking her, hard and fast and violent, while she squirms weakly and makes soft desperate noises. Serafin watches them and strokes himself.

Oh wow that's good. That's really good. This whole thing has been good but this bit is especially good.

Tas comes, and rolls off her, and Serafin takes his place with barely a pause. He's rougher, less controlled; she's more clearly in pain under him. He seems to like it that way.

Lynne definitely likes it that way. She loves Tas's perfect grace, but she finds herself wanting Serafin's casual violence. She doesn't—quite—like pain for its own sake, but she thinks she'd like pain the way these two would give it to her.

Also, the number of times they have each fucked this girl is starting to get a little ridiculous. They're like a two-man gangbang. It's... honestly the exact right balance point between the energy of a gangbang and the intimacy of one-on-one sex. Wow she really wants this. She should... not ask Tas to call Serafin right now, no, that would definitely be too much... but maybe...

She whimpers indecisively. She wants Tas to fuck her while she watches this, but she remembers definitely not wanting that and she isn't sure whether the change is legitimate. Will she regret it if she asks him to? Will she regret it if she doesn't? She knows she definitely appreciates how he's just letting her do her own thing and cuddling her but not trying to join in. Even though he's very very obviously hard, and his cock rubs against her back every time she moves, and she's been doing a fair amount of moving, and, wow, that's really hot—

(He kisses the top of her head.)

In the video, Serafin comes, panting, and kisses the girl's torn and bloody throat, and moves aside to let Tas take another turn. Tas bites her shoulder, and it's clear to anyone who's felt his vampire magic that he's using it again, even though she's so exhausted that she's barely capable of reacting to the flood of pleasure.