Auguste's muscles were unwinding, his body squirming and needy between us, and I braced my heels on the bed, stroking his back as I rocked up onto his length. Auguste's eyes rolled back and he trembled with pleasure as I ground my clit against him, my own body jerking. Jonathon was the one really in control, that cool mask of the doctor back on his face as he manipulated Auguste into a whimpering frenzy.
"Fuck him," I hissed to Jonathon. "I want the both of you pinning me down."
Auguste moaned, diving down to suck lightly on the bite he'd left, and I gasped as his drawing mouth seemed to pull directly down to my cunt. The orgasm was sudden and blinding, arching me into Auguste's cool skin, his arms circling my back to hold me close as I thrashed with the licking pleasure rushing through me.
Jonathon settled closer, pushing Auguste's and my legs wider until I whined with the stretch, the ache cutting through my delirium. Auguste bellowed as Jonathon gripped his shoulders and grunted with his first thrust. My vampire collapsed on top of me, leaving me nearly breathless, our bodies rocking with the force of Jonathon in his ass.
"You wicked little demons," Auguste rasped in my ear, his kisses traveling up to my temple, a garbled plea in French rising from his arching throat.
Jonathon had been tender with me this morning, but he was fearsome now, eyes glinting green, a vein ticking in his throat as his hips slapped against Auguste.
"You'll come again, little one," Jonathon growled out, and I gasped when I realized his voice was full of grit, some blend of the doctor and the monster finding its freedom in the moment.
I did my best to follow the order, rubbing myself against Auguste, finding his mouth for kisses as Jonathon pounded down into our tangled union.
"Mon dieu! Fuck! Jon, I—" Auguste's expression was trapped in that pleasured pain place I'd found at the hands of our doctor and his electricity. I knew the peace of the feeling, even as it was torment, and I squeezed my cunt around Auguste's length. I swallowed his whine and forced myself into another more brittle orgasm that snapped through me with sudden whirling heat and then left me boneless on the bed as Auguste cried out his own release.
Jonathon followed with a gasp, eyes wide and glowing, back arching, his fingers digging deep into Auguste's shoulders. He shook, an almost frightened twist on his face, and then started to follow forward.
Auguste was quick, rising off of me, twisting and throwing Jonathon off of him and onto the bed. I sat up with a gasp, afraid for a moment that we'd misjudged our plan and Auguste was furious, but it wasn't anger twisting Auguste's features. He dove down, grasping Jonathon's face in both hands and slanting his mouth over his, growling into the kiss as Jonathon shuddered.
My hand lifted over my smile as I watched them, openly curious, equal parts excited to admire them and also to wiggle my way between them to steal the attention. Jonathon's arms twined around Auguste's shoulders, and he whimpered as Auguste tugged on his bottom lip, scratching it with his fangs and then sipping there briefly.
They released one another after another brief kiss, and Jonathon sagged with a happy sigh. Their faces both turned to me next, smiles lazy and eyes hooded. I shivered and Auguste growled, grinning and tugging me closer, jumping over me to curl up tight to my back so I was sandwiched tightly between them.
"You monsters," Auguste muttered affectionately, kissing my shoulder and then licking his bite mark. It still ached a little, but even in that first fury of waking, he'd been careful with me, firm enough to make sure I didn't hurt myself in the excitement.
"You didn't mind?" I asked, twisting to catch his eye.
Jonathon laughed at my question, and Auguste nipped the tip of my nose, then nuzzled against me there. "I will never mind having you for breakfast, mon coeur. Was I too rough?"
I shook my head quickly, and Auguste arched an eyebrow. "Maybe I just need to be a little gentler for the rest of tonight."
Auguste laughed and Jonathon huffed and I glanced between them both, Jonathon's hand sliding down my stomach to cup my sex like Mr. Tanner had done the night before. "What's funny?" I asked.
"Your endless appetite," Auguste answered easily with a shrug. "But yes, I promise to very gently feast from your pretty little cunt for the remainder of the night. Tongue and lips only."
"No, wait, I didn't mean—"
"We could tease her with feathers," Jonathon suggested.
"Mm and caress her with rose petals," Auguste agreed.
"Simply blow kisses on her clit," Jonathon continued as I scowled at them.
"In that case, why don't you both just entertain each other instead."
Auguste growled, but he stretched out on his back, peering over my head at Jonathon. "She's a clever one, our little girl. Esther, why don't you teach our doctor how to suck my cock."
Jonathon's expression hardened as he sat up, but instead of moving off the bed, he simply climbed over me to kneel over Auguste. "Esther's technique is faultless, it's true, but you're assuming I don't already know. Medical school was very thorough, you know."
I let out a breathless giggle, cuddling into Auguste's side and resting my head on his shoulder, pouting up at my doctor. "I think this calls for a demonstration, sir."
Auguste pressed a firm smacking kiss to my forehead, and Jonathon's head bent not to Auguste's cock but my hip, gazing up at me through pale lashes. "Gladly, little one."