"Ahh, did my baby brother finally get a taste of our sweet maiden?" said Riley. "Did she taste as delicious as I said?"
"Even better," Jeremy replied, rolling his eyes. Jeremy hated his brother but didn't have the energy to engage in a battle with him right now. He was bored now that he had finished and had his fill.
"Well, I will take my turn again now that you're done. If you don't mind, of course?" Riley asked, as a joke more than genuinely caring; he was going to take her regardless.
"Fine, just don't damage her more. You and Oliver took a lot last night, and I just took some," Jeremy replied with no real care or concern for her safety or well-being. "We don't want her dead before we can breed her. I'd hate to spend the rest of my life alone with you."
"Ha, you're not wrong. I'll go easy on her this time," Riley said, picking her up off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder. "I'll take good care of her, I promise," he said, crossing his heart. He turned, leaving the garden to head back to the manor.
"Don't worry, little mouse. You'll get used to it. Even learn to love it."
"Please, don't," Violet pleaded with him. "It was so painful. Jeremy already drank so much."
Please, Riley, please, I'm begging you." She was sobbing into her hands. She knew her pleas for mercy would fall on his deaf ears, but she couldn't help but try anyways.
"That's one of my favorite things about you," he said with an evil tone. "Your fear and pain make you smell and taste so much better. I love watching you squirm like you'd be able to avoid the inevitable."
Riley picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, taking him inside. Heading up the stairs, he brought her to his room this time. Closing the door and locking it. He tosses her roughly onto his bed. She bounced on the bed, giving Riley the time he needed. He pounced on her, leaning over her. He was aggressive in his pursuit of her.
"You will be my favorite plaything. I will play with you every day for the rest of your life. I don't care if you mate to one of my other brothers. That won't stop me from taking you when I want." Growling, he lifts up her dress over her face and then rips off her panties. "You're my dirty little slut."
She cries loudly, "Please don't hurt me again!"
"Scream again, let me hear the cry in your voice."
She goes to open her mouth to scream, but instead, the air is sucked from her lungs as he plunges his sharp fangs into her inner thigh. Blood streams down her leg. He uses his tongue to lick it from between her legs. She tries to squeeze her thighs instinctually to stop him.
"Now, now, little mouse, behave yourself." He could smell her juices. Drinking from between her legs, she tries to push his head back again, but this time he grabs her hands, yanking them. He holds both of her hands in his one, pinning them to her stomach.
The pain of his bite was burning her insides. He was being so rough, biting so hard, yanking at her skin. He was being so aggressive with her, getting off on her pain.
Tears and whines came from her trembling mouth.
He uses his other hand to caress her thigh and then groping her ass.
"We said we'd wait to fuck you as a group for your first time, but I'm finding that so hard."
"What!" she yelled, hearing that panic filled her heart, mind, and body.
"Oh, did that scare you? The idea of all five of us fucking you. And drinking from you. Placing our seed in you." Riley found her fear and used it to manipulate and intimidate her. "The five of us touching your breasts, and groping and squeezing them, biting and drinking from every inch of your body."
She was shaking as he breathed on her open bite wound, inhaling the smell of her fear. He continued.
"Only reason we haven't yet is because we are preparing your body to handle so much blood being drank without you dying." Riley's cruel words sent shivers down her spine. "But once you can replenish your blood moments from being drained, all of us are going to fuck you until you can't take anymore and then fuck you again."
She tried to escape when he stood up to take off his pants.
"Oh, I don't think so, little mouse. If I can't drink more of your blood, I'll take your virginity." He grabs her foot and drags her to the edge of the bed. Dropping his pants, he strokes his long, hard cock.
"Put your mouth on it."
"No."
"I said put your mouth on my." Grabbing her head, he pulls her to his dick.
"Open your mouth."
"No, I don't want to please. Don't make me." She cries, begging him.
"I love hearing you beg. It makes my cock throb." His voice layered in lust, "Now be a good little mouse and open your fucking mouth."
Violet kept pushing his dick from her face.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, "I said open your mouth, you stupid bitch."
Violet tries to turn her head away, but he holds her head and starts to slap her face with his cock.
"Fucking suck it," he yells, slapping her face with the tip.
She continued to refuse. Feeling humiliated by him.
Getting impatient with her, he smacks her across the face, making her fall over on her side.
"Open your mouth, or I'm going to fuck you instead, you disobedient little bitch."
And then a second later, the door gets kicked in, and it flies off the hinges, falling to the floor.