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San Francisco. 2022.

“Bat Child, are you okay?” Darkness Man sprinted toward Bat Child from the other end of the alley. They'd had a run-in with some evil-doers who turned out to be hunters laying an ambush. 

“I'm fine, Darkness Man!” Bat Child called back. 

Something in her tone made Darkness Man stop in his tracks. “Bat Child?”

“I'm PISSED, okay!” Bat Child's voice lost its usual key, coming out low and harsh. “That asshole almost staked me! Now I'm fucking HUNGRY! I HATE BEING HUNGRY, DARKNESS MAN!” Tears streaked blood red down her cheeks. 

“I- I'll go find some Injustice for you. It'll be okay-”

“You're not my dad, Darkness Man!” Bat Child screeched, almost pained. She wiped the blood from her face. “I'll be fine! I just want to be alone for a while, okay?”

Mitch's mandibles quivered. “Okay.” 

Mitch skulked around the perimeter of the Red Iron, telling himself he was on patrol but spending too much time moping while impersonating trash for it to be true. Finally, he went back inside. Instead of going directly to the apartment he shared with Bat Child, he went up to the penthouse. 

The penthouse was a perpetual party, but tonight it was a skeleton crew, just the ghouls and dolls that lived in the building, congregating to stave off the loneliness and the hunger of their superiors. HJ and LaVonte were nowhere to be found, which was unusual. Mitch peered up at the loft and caught sight of two figures locked in what could have been a wrestling match. Wary and alert for trouble, he snuck up the stairs. Halfway up the staircase, he realized the scuffle was not a fight at all. Koschei picked up his childe in his arms, kissing him with brutal ardor. He flung Zaeth onto HJ's billiard table and dug into his tight jeans.

Mitch gasped. He watched as Koschei peeled the denim off of Zaeth and leaned forward, making Zaeth's hard dick disappear into his mouth. Mitch's body began to tremble and he lost his footing on the narrow staircase. He yelped as he started to fall backwards, his arms windmilling helplessly as he failed to grab anything that might break his fall. He tumbled down the stairs and collapsed to the floor in a heap, his weight causing a minor shockwave through the room. Some of the ghouls startled and fled like deer, worried of an earthquake. 

“What is happening?” Koschei called out from the loft. 

“Koschei!” Zaeth protested as his sire left him in order to investigate. 

Darkness Man was still laying on the floor in a heap as Koschei peeked out of the loft. “Noch’chuvak, is that you?”

Trash camouflage wouldn't help him now. Mitch grumbled. “Yeah. It's me. Sorry.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah. I'm fine.”

“Come up here, join us.”

Suddenly, Mitch couldn't move. “Uh-”

Unexpectedly, Koschei was standing over him a moment later, offering a hand. 

Zaeth was sprawled naked over the green felt of the pool table. “Mitch?”

Darkness Man felt a thrill go through him every time Zaeth said his name. He tried to mumble “hi” but no sound came out of him. 

“I think he was watching,” Koschei told Zaeth, with only amusement in his voice.

Zaeth chuckled and reached out, grabbing Mitch's belt buckle. “If you want to join in, all you have to do is ask, big guy.”

Mitch gasped and went rigid. “I- I- I-”

Sire and childe both laughed at his mortification. Koschei opened his own jeans and pulled Zaeth's hips toward him. Mitch just stood there blinking as he watched Koschei enter his childe. Zaeth's eyes rolled back in satisfaction and he dropped his head onto the felt. 

“You want to fuck him?” Koschei asked. “We'll take turns.”

“Ah- oh, I- uh-” Mitch continued to stammer, not sure he knew any words at all. Finally, he couldn't just keep standing there, so he fell back onto a leather sofa. 

“Of course. You prefer to watch, eh?” Koschei grinned. “We'll make show for you.”

Mitch's eyes widened as Zaeth looked over at him. Zaeth started fucking back against his sire's thrusts, started to moan and squirm. “Daddy,” he whined. “Yes, Daddy.”

Mitch's dick got rock hard in an instant. Zaeth noticed immediately. 

“Holy shit. Mitch, take that thing out, lemme see it.”

Mitch felt so embarrassed he could have died, but his dick was also throbbing something painful, so he opened his leather pants and let it out. Zaeth started to salivate. 

“Oh, fuck. I want it. I want it.”

Koschei chuckled. “You see my childe is very spoiled." He gave Zaeth's ass a spank. "He always gets what he wants. Noch’chuvak, tell me true. What do you want?”

Mitch's brain was mush. He didn't know if he would ever be able to speak again. But Koschei was a very calming presence. 

“I want to be small,” answered Mitch's voice. He couldn't believe the words were coming from him. “I want someone to take care of me. I don't want to be a monster.”

Zaeth slid off the table, still filled with his sire. He turned around and Koschei's dick popped free, dripping. He started to whisper in Koschei's ear. Mitch watched Zaeth's wet dick resting on Koschei's hard abs. He couldn't resist, he had to hold his own dick. 

“Good idea, my childe. What a clever mal'chik you are.” Koschei kissed Zaeth's cheek, and then Zaeth kissed his sire's mouth. 

Koschei turned to Mitch, Zaeth naked and hanging off him like a prize. “We have proposition for you.”

“I'm listening,” Mitch rasped, still holding his cock like a hostage. 

“Go tell him,” Koschei told Zaeth, and smacked his bare ass. 

Mitch stared as Zaeth approached and then straddled his lap. Zaeth leaned in close to whisper his vision into Mitch's ear. Zaeth thought it was a very sexy ear, large and pointed and almost Gothic in its form and complexity. He was compelled to pause in his recitation to lick and kiss it, and had to exert a decent measure of will to not simply devolve to fucking Mitch's lap. 

“We're teenagers. Horny, but virgins. Making out, desperate in ignorance. Daddy catches us. We're scared he might punish us. But instead, he teaches us.”

As far as Mitch was concerned, Zaeth's excited little rocking movements that couldn't help but frot their naked shafts together was certainly tantamount to being fucked. He was shivering, afraid he would come trying to listen to the words. His claws punctured the leather sofa cushion as he fought for his life. He felt a sorrowful shame buried in the deepest pit of him because he was, in truth, a virgin still. Mitch's afterlife was not so different from his life; just as cold, just as lonely. 

There was a new energy in the room as they prepared for the scene. Mitch liked how seriously Zaeth and Koschei took everything. They even gave him a safe word: coffin. Mitch felt like a child trusted with a responsibility and eager to prove himself. Zaeth put his clothes back on. Mitch put himself away. Koschei left the room. Zaeth grabbed a cue stick and gestured with a nod of his head that Mitch should join him. Mitch could only concentrate on standing there and holding the cue while Zaeth filled the rack. He moved a few steps to the left so his gaze could peruse Zaeth's body with leisure. Zaeth put on a show for him.

Zaeth inhabited his body with a grace and ease that Mitch could only have dreamt of, even before he was a monster. Every move was made with a gymnast's intention. Mitch had barely gotten soft before he was called to attention again, just watching Zaeth set up the table. Zaeth removed the rack and took a long moment to set up the first shot. Mitch was rapt and rigid. The crack of the break broke something in Mitch, too. It shot a bolt of ecstasy down his spine and struck his fear dead where he stood. Balls sunk into pockets and Zaeth stalked around the table like a cat. He made a few more shots before he ended up close to Mitch. He bent forward over the table, leaning his hip on Mitch's thigh. Mitch grabbed the other hip, brushing across Zaeth's tight ass. His own pelvis strained forward. He felt dizzy but it felt good. 

Zaeth made another shot, and missed. He turned to face Mitch, “your turn.”

Mitch wrapped Zaeth in his arms and kissed him. Kissed him like a normal person would, heedless of his own lack of lips, spreading his mandibles open only to get them out of the way. Zaeth reached up and stroked Mitch's cheeks with open palms. Gently, his fingers traced the length of the four mandibles and coaxed them to close on his face. The soft skin between the insectoid digits hugged Zaeth's cheeks and the tusks bracketed his ears. Zaeth moaned into the soft, slick embrace, tonguing Mitch's sharp teeth. He started to writhe, trying to mount Mitch's knee. He felt Mitch up through his leathers and tried to find places to slide his fingers against the Nosferatu's skin. Mitch, emboldened, clutched Zaeth's glutes with both large hands, squeezing to feel the hard muscles and soft fat. Zaeth squirmed and whimpered in encouragement, and started to work his tongue beyond Mitch's teeth. Mitch lifted Zaeth onto the pool table to ease their height difference. Zaeth raised his hands to Mitch's face again, caressing him tenderly while his tongue did sinful things inside Mitch's mouth.

And then the door opened. “O bozhe moj!” Koschei's voice held that note of joyful deception like a father playing with a young child. “Zaeth! Mitch! What you think you are doing!”

Delicious embarrassment slid over Mitch, just hearing Koschei say his name. His accent, his inherent authority, his gentleness. Mitch's body throbbed with shame and longing. He pulled away from Zaeth.

“I'm sorry, Daddy!” It jumped out of him. Mitch felt the shame sink in and infuse him down to his bones. He shuddered, unable to distinguish now if he liked the feeling or not.

“I'm not sorry,” Zaeth drawled. He opened his legs a bit. “Will you punish me, Daddy?”

Koschei smirked but shook his head, whether in admonishment or pride was a subject open to debate. “Boychik, you playing the wrong game now,” he teased, giving Zaeth's crotch a playful squeeze and pecking his lips. 

“But you,” he turned to Mitch. He gave him a soft tsk-tsk-tsking and touched his shoulder. “Do you know what you're doing, boychik? Did you read books I gave you? You have a condom?”

“Uh-” Mitch squirmed. Mind beset with confusing feelings, he struggled to feel out the scene. He had to let go of something. “No,” he answered, feeling a stab of genuine worry for Koschei's disappointment in him, “I'm sorry, sir.”

“Mishka, let me help you. I'll show you. Okay?” Koschei patted the billiard table.

Mitch shook his head. “Me? No, I'll break it.”

“Don't worry, malysh, you will be fine. Come on. Up, up.”

Mitch looked to Zaeth, who gave him a sincere smile. It calmed him. He had expected Zaeth to be annoyed with his hesitation. Somewhat awkwardly, Mitch climbed onto the table. 

“Khorosho,” Koschei cooed. “That's a good boy, Mishka. Now, take these off for me, hm?” 

Mitch was relieved when Koschei did not address the enormous tent of his leather trousers. He fumbled the fabric over his rigid length, then he laid there trembling like he was submitting to an examination.

“Relax, Mishka, relax. Off,” he coaxed. “All the way.”

Mitch lifted his knees to slide the leather off his legs. Koschei took off his boots and pulled away his pants. 

“Look at you, beautiful boy,” Koschei crooned. “Beautiful, beautiful boy.” He started to kiss Mitch's legs from the soles of his feet to his quivering thighs. “You must worship your lover, Mishka, make them feel your adoration. Let them know that no one will ever love them like you.” He lifted his eyes to meet Mitch's, and winked a truly devastating wink. 

Zaeth rolled over and started kissing Mitch, his ear, his cheek, his mandibles. “Get naked for me,” he commanded in the softest whisper.

Mitch peeled off his leather top, exposing all his skin to someone else for the first time since, he supposed, he was an infant. There was a slipping, shrinking sensation in him, but it was a comfort. He no longer felt too big. 

“Hey, little guy,” Zaeth started to whisper half-coherent diminutions while he stroked Mitch's chest. “Look at you. You're so small I can hold you in my hands, you fit just right.” 

“Ah,” Mitch whimpered, feeling relief in the notion of smallness. He inclined his head toward Zaeth and his mandibles closed to make a series of contented clicks.

Koschei's hands caressed Mitch's thighs as his mouth was homing in on Mitch's crotch. “Have you touched yourself before, Mishka?”

Mitch shook his head, happy to have something to lie about. “No.”

“Hmmm, are you telling your Daddy true?”

Mitch nodded frantically. “Yes, Daddy. I haven't touched it. I promise.”

Koschei's hand wrapped around him, the first to ever touch him. Mitch gasped and whined loudly. Koschei started to stroke only the base of the shaft, acting like everything beyond the average six inches didn't exist. As Mitch's body spasmed, he reached out for an anchor and found Zaeth. He pulled Zaeth partially on top of him, seeking a weight to hold him down. Zaeth sprawled across his chest, kissing his skin. 

“Now you touch it,” Koschei told him. Mitch held himself, squeezing, as he anticipated what Koschei would do next. 

“Open your legs for Daddy, malysh.”

Mitch spread his legs. “Daddy,” he moaned, without intent, simply wanting to taste the word again. “Oh, Daddy. What are you going to do to me?” 

“Don't worry, Mishka, Daddy will take care of you. Trust Daddy.”

Koschei held a hand out to Zaeth, who seemed to know exactly what to do with it. He sucked a finger deep into his mouth and then released it. Seconds later, Mitch felt the wet finger rubbing his asshole. 

“Daddy!” Mitch's back arched.

Koschei chuckled. “You like this, Mishka?”

“Yes, Daddy!” his eyes rolled back as Koschei continued to massage his hole and tap his finger against it. 

“This is where you take it, malysh. Do you want to try it for Daddy?”

Mitch gazed up at Koschei and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” 

Smiling, Koschei spit on Mitch's hole and rubbed a little harder. Slowly, Mitch felt the finger sink in. He had to close his eyes. He could feel his walls open around Koschei's finger, inviting him in. It felt so good to let him in. It felt like putting a hand into a glove; the perfect fit. 

“Koschei!” Mitch wailed, delirious with need. 

Zaeth wrapped a hand around Mitch's shaft and just held it. Mitch's hand stroked back and forth, rubbing his foreskin over his glans. 

“Don't come yet, malysh. Daddy still has so much in store for you.” Koschei's finger slipped out slowly, making Mitch whimper. 

Koschei reached into a pocket of his leather vest, pulling out lube and a condom. He opened the small bottle and poured some lube on his fingers. When he put his finger back into Mitch, it felt ten times better, slick and easy. 

“Ooohh!” Mitch groaned, spreading his legs wider. “Oh, Daddy, it feels so good!” 

“Feels better with lube, hm?”

Mitch understood the lesson and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

“Good. That's a good boy, Mishka. You like it slow like this?”

Mitch nodded, letting out a tiny whimper. “Yes. It feels so good.”

“Good. I'll fuck you nice and slow.”

Mitch let his head fall back onto the felt, pulled up his knees with an instinctual need to expose his hole. Zaeth was still kissing him all over, stroking his thighs and licking his nipples. Koschei continued to pause to reapply the lube and every time he put the finger back in it felt even better. Gradually, Koschei worked his entire finger into Mitch. Mitch started to show his desire for more with a needy bucking of his hips.

“Would you like to know what two fingers feels like?” Koschei prompted. 

Mitch nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“Zaeth,” Koschei nodded to his childe. 

Zaeth moved to grab the lube and coat his middle finger. Then he worked it slowly into Mitch alongside Koschei's. Mitch hadn't expected Zaeth's participation like this and it made him shake and hump the air while Zaeth pushed his finger deeper. 

“Zaeth. Koschei,” Mitch muttered, dazed. His open legs and desperate hips had both sire and childe salivating for him. 

“When you're ready to take me, Zaeth will swallow you.”

Mitch heard Koschei from far away, through the haze of new pleasures. He said nothing to alter the situation, he just wanted to let them finger him for as long as he could. He could feel how different they were, moving independently inside him. Koschei's thick finger moved at a steady, even pace while Zaeth's slender digit squirmed restlessly, thrusting less gently, impatiently. Mitch thought that having those two fingers opening him up could have been enough to come. If he kept stroking himself- but he didn't want it to end. It was a Herculean effort to release the hold on his cock and pull himself back from the brink. He let a hand rest on Zaeth's denim-clad ass. The Brujah was practically humping the table. Probably bored, he started laying closed-mouthed kisses over the base of Mitch's shaft. Mitch shivered, spanked Zaeth without thinking. Zaeth clearly liked it, wriggling his butt. Mitch squeezed his glutes hard, venting his desperation.

“I'm ready, Koschei. I want you, Daddy.”

Koschei's hand stroked Mitch's abs, up and down, slowly. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”

Mitch's body shuddered; Koschei's voice goading him, Zaeth's tongue starting to give his dick kitten-licks as he nuzzled it. 

“I want your dick inside me, Daddy,” Mitch whined. He felt small and overwhelmed; his eyes barely able to focus, his body trembling. 

“Khorosho, Mishka. That's a good boy. Daddy is proud of you.”

“Ah!” Mitch's body arched off the table. Zaeth gently bit his thigh. Mitch grabbed Zaeth's thigh in return, feeling almost melancholic that Zaeth was still wearing his jeans. 

“Daddy-”

“Yes, Mishka?”

“I want-”

“Go on. It's okay, malysh.”

“I want Zaeth to get naked.”

“Zaeth? You want to get naked for Mitch?”

Mitch gasped at the sound of his name, squirming with their two fingers still lodged in him. 

“Thought you'd never ask, little guy.” Zaeth smiled up at Mitch as he slowly pulled his finger out. He winked as he sucked it happily before going to work getting naked again. 

Koschei eased out of Mitch as well, and the Nosferatu groaned at the absence. Koschei, too, opened his jeans. Mitch put his elbows under him, holding himself up so he could watch the Brujah stripping. Zaeth's dick was long and skinny, while Koschei's was shorter but intimidatingly thick. 

“Oh-” Mitch whimpered, unsure he could take it. He was only small, after all. 

“Zaeth.” Koschei opened the lube and beckoned his childe closer. “Once more, open him up for me.”

Zaeth kissed Mitch's thighs while he slid two fingers into him. Mitch had already forgotten how good it felt, and he moaned long and loud. He groped Zaeth's bare ass contentedly. 

“More. Zaeth. Another one. Please,” Mitch mumbled, pleasure-drunk.

“Da. That's a good boy, Mishka. Daddy is proud of you for asking for what you want.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You must always communicate openly with your partner. Do not be afraid to tell them what you want.”

“Zaeth,” Mitch whispered, “I'm scared. Daddy's cock is so big. I'm afraid it will break me.”

Zaeth nuzzled Mitch's balls as he slowly fucked him with three fingers. “It's okay, Mitch. If he doesn't fit, I can fuck you instead.”

Mitch moaned softly. “I would like that. Oh, Zaeth. I want to kiss you. Kiss me, please!”

Zaeth kissed the base of Mitch's cock as he slowly extracted his fingers. Then he made his way to Mitch's mouth. Koschei let them kiss for a few minutes, rubbing more lube on Mitch's hole. 

“Zaeth, come here and put Daddy's condom on. Mitch, watch your brother for learning.”

The idea of Zaeth as his brother tapped a fresh vein of desire, making his dick leak. He shifted onto his side to watch Zaeth roll the condom onto Koschei's dick. 

“Good, Zaeth. You did a good job. Daddy is proud.” Koschei kissed Zaeth deeply, pulling his hair. 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Mitch laid back supine again, spreading his legs. He held the base of his dick, squeezing it, trying to tamp down his excitement. 

“I'm ready, Daddy.”

“Look at you, my little prince. Ready for your Daddy. What a brave boy, my Mishka. You're going to do so well, I know.”

Zaeth positioned himself to suck Mitch off when the time came. It left his beautiful, sculpted ass near Mitch's face, and Mitch was happy to reach out to squeeze and play with it. Koschei lubed them both up one last time, and began to push at Mitch's rim with his wrapped cock head. Mitch, utterly relaxed, putty in Koschei's hands, yielded perfectly. Koschei slid in with little resistance.

“Daddy!” Mitch shouted immediately. “Oh, my god, Daddy. You're so big. You're so big-” Mitch couldn't keep his eyes open, they kept rolling back in response to the intense pleasure of Koschei stretching him open. His body arched, his legs spread wider. 

“Does it feel good, Mishka? Tell me, pozhalujsta.”

“Yes, Daddy! You're stretching me open and it feels good! It feels so good!”

“Good.” Koschei began to gently thrust. 

Mitch shook violently, spread his legs even wider, clung to Zaeth for dear life. If Zaeth swallowed him now, he knew he would come in an instant. He had to stop imagining what Zaeth's mouth would feel like, afraid he'd come without even needing to touch himself. 

“Koschei! Daddy! Yes! Show me how to make love. Make me feel it. Oh, god-”

“My sweet boy. My little baby. My Mishka. So small. So cute. Precious baby boy, taking my cock and looking so pretty.”

Mitch writhed, feeling out of his mind as Koschei continued to fuck him gently, teasing his virgin hole with the smallest, slightest thrusts. No longer a virgin. The thought hit Mitch like a freight train. He held onto Zaeth tighter; his anchor. He felt Zaeth drooling into the crevice of his thigh. It probably took so much will power to hold back from throating Mitch as deeply as he could. 

“Take my virginity, Daddy,” Mitch began, his words slurred with pleasure. “Use my virgin hole. It's yours, Daddy. You're the first person to be inside me. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you for being so gentle with me.” In the back of his mind, Mitch worried that he would be found out, that they would know he wasn't just acting like a virgin. 

Koschei stroked Mitch's thighs comfortingly. “Oh, Mishka. Beautiful boy. Your body is beautiful, my son. It is my honor to be your first. I can feel how your body loves me. It holds me like a lover. I can feel you squeezing me, feel you opening for me.” 

Koschei slid deeper. Mitch felt full to bursting, Koschei rocking back and forth inside him. 

“But I know you want Zaeth, too, don't you?”

Mitch wanted everything, then, in the undertow of ecstasy. He imagined both Brujah fitting their cocks snugly together inside him, stretching him beyond what he could bear, breaking him open. 

“I'm afraid I'll come, I'll come if Zaeth swallows me. I don't want to come yet!”

Koschei chuckled. He let Mitch have a few more minutes of his cock before he slowly began to pull out. 

“Zaeth, come here.”

Zaeth, disappointed that he still hadn't gotten to throat Mitch, clambered off the pool table and stood at Koschei's side. Koschei gave his childe a condom and Zaeth rolled it on and lubed himself up. Koschei held Zaeth's ass, soothing and encouraging him. He slipped out of Mitch, causing him to groan. Only a second later, Zaeth pushed in.

“Zaeth!” Mitch moaned. Zaeth's skinny cock was easier to take, it slipped into him easily, immediately hitting deeper than Koschei had. Mitch squealed in delight, feeling the slender dick exploring his channel. “Yes! Zaeth! You're so deep in me!”

“You're so fucking tight, Mitch. Holy shit. Squeezing me so hard I'm seeing stars, man.”

Mitch began to whine like a puppy and thrust his hips toward Zaeth. Zaeth fucked him back, and Mitch could feel the coiled energy in him, holding back from how fast he wanted to move. Koschei stood close behind Zaeth, quietly slipping into his childe and using his own dick to guide him. 

"Da. Moj khoroshij mal'chik. Good, Zaeth. Excellent. Nice and slow just like that. So gentle with our malysh."

"Thank you, Daddy! It's so hard to go slow," Zaeth whined but sounded relieved in his sire's recognition.

"I'm so proud of you, Zaeth. My perfect boy." Koschei let out a loving snarl, lips ravaging Zaeth's throat and hands pulling Zaeth's hair, as he gave Zaeth a deep, rewarding thrust of his cock.

"Thank you, Zaeth," Mitch joined in the praise. "You feel so good. It's perfect, Zaeth. It's just how I always wanted it!"

"Fuck, Mitch! You guys are gonna make me come," Zaeth panted.

He pulled away, leaving only his head inside Mitch. Slowly, Koschei pulled out of Zaeth, letting him cool down. He climbed onto the table with Mitch, kissing his chest.

“You look so beautiful, Mishka,” Koschei cooed, running his hands along Mitch's thighs, his abs, his pecs, and finally over his bald head. His lips followed his hands, and soon he was kissing all over Mitch's face.

“Daddy.”

“Tell me how it feels. How does my childe fuck you?”

“He feels so good. It feels like he's hollowing me out and it's so good, Daddy.”

“Mmmm you like his long dick in you, yes? You feel him deep now?”

“Yes. So deep. Is he all the way in?”

Koschei chuckled. “There is still more of him left. Do you want him deeper?”

“Yes. Please. Zaeth. All the way, please.”

Mitch gasped and moaned as Zaeth pushed himself in completely. He felt a worrying pressure, like Zaeth finally found the deepest part of him and was pushing against it. But it felt so satisfying to be touched so deeply. He was ready now. He wanted to be in Zaeth. He let Zaeth fuck him a bit longer, reveling in it and the way Koschei was holding him and kissing him. He felt so loved, so desired. He felt small, with Koschei soothing him while Zaeth broke in his virgin hole. 

“I'm ready. Zaeth, I want to fuck your mouth.”

“Hell yeah!” Zaeth pulled out a little too fast in his excitement and it left Mitch's head spinning. 

Zaeth yanked off his condom and tossed it aside carelessly. He jumped back up on the pool table and put his head in Mitch's lap. 

“Remember, slowly, boychik,” Koschei reminded him as they swapped places.

“I know, Daddy.” 

Koschei lubed himself again before sliding back inside. Mitch felt like it was easier this time, with his hole primed by Zaeth. 

“It feels so good, Daddy,” Mitch sighed. He whimpered in pleasure as Koschei started to fuck him. 

“Good, Mishka. Yes, take Daddy like a good boy. Are you happy, malysh, you are no longer a virgin?”

“Yes, Daddy! It feels so good. God, it feels so good! Stretch my hole, Daddy. You're so thick, I can feel you stretching me out.”

“Mmmmmm, you feel so good for your Daddy, Mishka. Make your Daddy feel so good,” Koschei muttered, trance-like. “You hold Daddy so tight. Feels so good when you squeeze me. I can feel how much you like it.”

Mitch howled in ecstatic pleasure as Zaeth sank down onto the head of his dick. Zaeth immediately began to hum and moan on the shaft, making Mitch spasm with delight. Zaeth's mouth filled quickly and he happily began to gag himself. 

“No,” Mitch gasped. “I'm small. I'm small.”

“Zaeth,” Koschei began to chastise his childe but Zaeth pulled back.

“Sorry. I got excited.” Zaeth obediently took Mitch's cock more shallowly, feeling a little sad that he couldn't choke on it. He buckled down and committed to only teasing and lightly sucking the glans. 

“Thank you,” Mitch whispered, caressing his fingers through Zaeth's mullet. 

Quiet descended on them as Mitch entered his final stretch. His body was rocking, establishing a rhythm that that others followed. They started to become like one organism. Koschei and Zaeth let Mitch set the pace, working to keep their movements shallow. When Mitch wanted more he would surge forward, taking both Brujah deeper. 

Finally, when the pleasure became too much for him to bear, Mitch grabbed Koschei's ass and pulled him close so that he was fully buried. Mitch lifted his hips so that he sunk deeper into Zaeth. Then Mitch's body started working in quick, jerky movements. Koschei used fast, shallow, snapping motions of his hips; Zaeth let Mitch hit the back of his throat. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mitch panted. His head slipped into Zaeth's throat, constricted. He trembled, still trying to meet Koschei's hips with his ass. 

Koschei and Zaeth worked a little bit harder, a little faster, until finally Mitch's body hit its climax, spasming wildly, ass clenching tight on Koschei and dick releasing its load into Zaeth's throat. 

“Yes, Mishka! Good boy! Come on Daddy, feed Zaeth your come. That's a good boy.”

As the passion quelled, Mitch felt cold and overwrought. He trembled and shrank, pulling back from the embrace of the Brujah. They let him go. He looked at Koschei's fat, engorged dick and couldn't believe it had been inside him. 

Koschei peeled his condom off and Zaeth moved to swallow his dick while jerking himself off. Mitch squirmed closer to Zaeth. 

“Zaeth, come on my face, please.”

Zaeth pulled off of Koschei to smile at Mitch, and kiss him, and let him position himself underneath him. Zaeth resumed stroking himself fast while Koschei fucked his face. Mitch couldn't believe how hard and deep Koschei was going; he could see Zaeth's throat bulging. He was so enraptured watching it that he startled with Zaeth's come shot into his face. Koschei held Zaeth's head immobile, his last few thrusts hard and brutal as he finally spilled, filling his childe's throat. Zaeth swallowed him easily. Then he dropped down to lick his come off of Mitch's face. 

Delirious, they all piled onto one of the sofas for aftercare. Koschei held both of his boys, kissing them and plying them with praise. 

When Mitch returned to the apartment, Bat Child was already there. She looked much better; she had a touch of color to her skin and she had changed out of her superhero outfit into her favorite pjs. She jumped up from the couch when she saw him.

“Darkness Man, there you are. I was worried about you. I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

“It's okay, Bat Child. You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Are you okay? You look kinda hungry."

“I'm fine. I'm- better than fine. I'm great.”

“You- you are?” Bat Child started to look at him now with a playful suspicion. “What happened?”

Outside, the darkness of the night was fading. “I'll tell you tomorrow. Right now, we should get some sleep.”

Bat Child's curiosity was clearly eating her alive but she agreed. “Okay, but tomorrow you're going to tell me everything!” She wagged a finger at him as they went to their coffins. 

Mitch nodded. “I promise. Good night, Bat Child."

Bat Child just watched him as he collapsed into his coffin and closed the lid.