"N-NGH—!FILL ME—!" Yelena gasped, her hips rolling back, her pussy milking my cock, her cum dripping down her thighs as my cum painted her insides.

And then—it happened.

Their bodies convulsed, their pussies clenching around my cock, their orgasms crashing over them—hard—and with a shocked gasp, they lost control.

"N-NO—!I'M PISSING—! AHHH—!" Claire wailed, her body jerking as a hot, uncontrollable stream sprayed from her, splashing onto the sheets, her face burning with humiliation as her piss mixed with her cum.

"F-FUCK—!JACK—! I-I CAN'T STOP—!" Yelena cried, her own stream spraying, mixing with Claire's, the bed beneath them soaked in their shameful release.

I groaned, my cock still buried inside Claire, my cum dripping from both of their used pussies, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged.

My cock, still half-hard and glistening with a mix of cum and their slutty juices, pulsed weakly as I pulled it free from Claire's destroyed pussy.

A thick rope of cum followed, dripping onto the sheets, mixing with the mess we'd already made. Their bodies were wrecked—limp, trembling, their skin flushed and slick with sweat, their thighs sticky with cum, piss, and the evidence of how thoroughly I'd used them.

"Good… fucking… sluts," I growled, my voice a dark, satisfied rumble as I looked down at them. My fingers traced the red marks on their asses, the handprints I'd left as a reminder of who owned them. "You took every inch like the greedy little whores you are. Now you're mine."

And then—they collapsed.

Their bodies went boneless, their eyes rolling back as the last of their strength gave out. Claire's head lolled to the side, her lips parted in a silent gasp, a thin line of drool escaping as she fainted.

Yelena's fingers twitched once against the sheets before she went still, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. I watched them for a moment, a dark sense of satisfaction curling in my chest. Perfect.

The bed was a disaster—the sheets soaked through with their cum, their piss, the sweat from their overworked bodies. The mattress beneath was stained, the air heavy with the scent of their submission.

With a low, amused chuckle, I reached down and gathered them both in my arms, hauling their limp, used bodies against me. Claire draped over my left side, her head resting against my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin. Yelena slumped against my right, her legs tangled with mine, her fingers curling weakly against my chest.

I shifted us to the only dry corner of the bed, the sheets beneath us still crisp and cool. Leaning back against the headboard, I closed my eyes, letting the weight of their bodies settle against me.

I knew I couldn't sleep—not really, not after becoming Dracula—but there was something good about this. The way their hearts beat in sync, the way their breaths slowed, the way their skin still tingled from the aftershocks of their orgasms. It was peaceful, in a way—like the calm after a storm.

I deactivated Scent of Lust first. I turned off Hand of Arousal, the electric charge that had kept their bodies humming with pleasure, fading into a dull, satisfied ache.

Time passed.

I don't know how long I lay there, my fingers idly tracing patterns on their skin, my mind replaying the way they'd begged, the way they'd screamed, the way their bodies had shattered under mine. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of their breathing, the occasional shift of the mattress beneath us. The first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a pale, golden light over their used bodies.

Then, Claire stirred.

A soft, sleepy sound escaped her lips, something between a sigh and a whimper. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes blinking open slowly, like she was surfacing from a dream. Or a nightmare. Her gaze focused on the ceiling for a moment before sliding to Yelena, still asleep beside her. And then—it hit her.

Her face burned crimson.

The memories came flooding back—all of it. The way she'd begged for my cock, the way she'd cum so hard she'd soaked the sheets, the way she'd pissed herself like a desperate slut, her body completely at my mercy. Her lips parted, her breath hitching as her mind replayed every filthy, degrading second of it. She tried to shift, to pull away, but her body was still weak, her muscles trembling from the aftershocks of last night.

A second later, Yelena woke.

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, before her eyes flickered open. And then—she saw Claire. Saw the way her face was flushed, the way her lips were pressed together like she was trying to hold back a moan. Yelena's brows furrowed for a moment before her memories hit her, too.

Her eyes went wide.

"Oh."

The word was barely a whisper, but it hung in the air between them, heavy with shame and need. They stared at each other for a long, charged moment, their faces burning, their bodies aching with the memory of how thoroughly I'd fucked them.

Claire bit her lower lip, her thighs pressing together like she could hide how wet she was already getting again. Yelena's fingers twitched against the sheets, her breath coming a little faster, her nipples hardening under my gaze.

I smirked.

"Good morning, my little wives," I murmured, my voice a dark purr as I leaned down, capturing Claire's lips in a slow, claiming kiss. She melted against me instantly, her body remembering who owned it.

I pulled back just enough to press a second kiss to Yelena's lips, my tongue sliding between them, tasting the sleepy sweetness of her mouth. She whimpered, her fingers curling into my chest as she kissed me back, just as desperate, just as needy.

They were mine now.

Completely.

I shifted slightly, my cock already stirring back to life as I felt their bodies respond to me. "You both took me so well last night," I murmured, my hand sliding down Claire's body, my fingers finding her pussy already slick again. She gasped as I teased her clit, her hips jerking weakly against my touch. "I've never seen two sluts cum so hard they piss themselves."

Yelena's breath hitched, her face burning even hotter as she remembered. "W-we couldn't help it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You—you made us—"

"I know," I growled, my fingers circling Claire's clit before slipping inside her, feeling how tight she still was, how ready. "And you loved it."

Claire moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder as I fucked her slowly with my fingers. "Y-yes," she breathed, her voice shaking. "We did."

I chuckled darkly, my other hand reaching for Yelena, my fingers finding her pussy just as wet, just as eager. "Good," I said, my voice rough with satisfaction. "Because you're mine now. Both of you. And that means you belong to me—body, mind, and soul."

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