He pulled them both out of the shower by the wrist.

No towels. No pause.

Both women stumbled out onto the bathroom tile still dripping, the cold air of the room hitting wet skin immediately, both of them gasping from the temperature change and the shift from the steam.

Jenny grabbed the edge of the sink.

Vivienne’s knees nearly buckled and didn’t only because his hand was already at her waist.

He held both of them facing him.

One hand on each, flat against their chests, just holding the weight of their respective breasts in his palms.

Not sexual.

Just holding.

The way a man holds two things he is assessing.

His thumbs moved across both sets of nipples simultaneously.

Both women hissed.

"Stop—" Jenny’s jaw tightened. "They’re raw—"

He pinched both her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Pulled them outward.

"AAHHH~!! That ’hurts’—’stop’—"

He did the same to Vivienne.

Vivienne’s hands flew up to grab his wrists and got nowhere.

"You—" She bit the inside of her cheek. "You bastard—that ’hurts’—let go—"

He looked at both of them for a moment.

Then his eyes moved to Vivienne’s chest.

He leaned forward.

Jenny saw the direction of it.

"Not her—" The words came out before she knew she was going to say them. "Don’t—whatever you’re going to do—not her—"

He paused with his mouth an inch from Vivienne’s breast.

Looked sideways at Jenny.

"I’ll come to you next."

A pause.

"Let me drink from her first."

Jenny opened her mouth.

Closed it.

’Drink.’ ’What does that mean, drink.’

Vivienne looked down at the top of his head, jaw set with the last remaining composure she had.

"There’s no milk," she said flatly. "Whatever you think you’re doing, I dried out twenty years ago."

"I’m not here for milk."

His mouth closed over her left breast.

Vivienne’s breath changed.

His lips sealed around the soft flesh just above the nipple, tongue pressing flat, and for one second it felt like nothing more than a mouth on skin.

Then his jaw adjusted.

And his canines came down.

Jenny saw it.

The way his jaw shifted. The specific angular change that human jaws don’t make.

"Wait—" She stepped forward. "What is that—what are your teeth—"

Vivienne’s cry cut across her.

Not a sex sound.

Something different. Something from deeper in the chest, a shocked, full-body sound that came out of her at the same moment the twin points of his canines entered the soft upper curve of her breast.

"AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!! WHAT—"

The sound cut off.

Not because the pain stopped.

Because something else started.

Vivienne’s eyes went wide.

Then they glazed.

Her jaw went slack, tongue pressing to her lower teeth, lips parting around a breath that came out long and slow and entirely involuntary.

The pain from his teeth in her breast was real — sharp and specific and present — but it was being rapidly overwritten by something that her body had no framework for, a warmth that spread outward from the bite point in a slow, encompassing wave, moving through her chest, down her sternum, into her belly, lower.

Her knees gave.

She caught herself on his shoulder.

’What is this.’ ’What is this what is ’this’ what did he just—’

Her cunt clenched.

Hard.

Without anything near it.

The green lines came first.

Fine, branching traces under the skin of her breast, spreading outward from the bite point like frost on glass, pale green against her flushed skin, visible for a moment before fading.

Then she squirted.

Not from stimulation.

Not from his hands or his cock or any physical contact below her waist.

Just from the bite.

From whatever his venom was doing to the inside of her nervous system.

A hot, clear gush down the inside of her thighs that hit the tile with an audible sound and ran immediately toward the shower drain.

"What are you—" Jenny’s voice had gone sharp and thin. "That’s—what are you ’doing’—that’s blood—that’s her ’blood’—"

He pinched Jenny’s nipple without looking at her.

A sharp, twisting pinch that snapped her focus from Vivienne to her own body in one electrified second.

"AAANHGH~!!"

She stumbled forward.

Her forehead hit his shoulder.

"Stop—’stop’—my mother—what are you—what ’are’ you—"

Vivienne was no longer holding herself up.

She was being held up by his arm around her waist, her full weight against his side, her legs barely functional, her whole body doing things it had not been asked to do.

Tears ran down both cheeks.

Her nose ran.

Her eyes had gone a particular shade of wet and open that had nothing to do with grief and everything to do with a nervous system being comprehensively overwritten from the inside.

Her mouth moved.

No sound.

Just the shape of words she didn’t have the breath for.

He pulled his teeth out of her breast.

Slow. Deliberate.

Two clean puncture marks left behind in the soft upper flesh, small, dark at the centre, ringed faintly green at the edge.

He looked at her face.

Her eyes found his.

Fully dilated. Both irises almost entirely overtaken by black, just a rim of dark colour at the edge.

"Do you submit to me?"

The silence lasted exactly one second.

Vivienne’s mouth was open.

Her whole face was running — tears from both eyes, the faint shine at her upper lip, the flush from her nose — every fluid her face could produce doing so simultaneously, her body’s composure dissolved entirely from the inside out.

"Yes." The word came out barely above breath. "Yes. I do."

A pause.

"I do."

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION — SLAVE ACQUIRED ]

It was not dramatic.

No light. No sound.

Just the notation, flat and administrative, the way a corporation logs a transaction.

Vivienne’s body sagged fully into his arm.

Her eyes stayed open.

But the thing behind them had changed.

Jenny stared at her mother’s face.

"What happened to her." Not a question, an accusation. "Mother — ’Mother’, are you—"

Vivienne turned her head toward Jenny.

Her eyes were red.

Not the red of crying.

Red from the inside.

The iris itself, dark red, steady, looking at her daughter with an expression that contained all of Vivienne and none of her panic.

"—Mother?"

He turned toward Jenny.

She didn’t process the movement fast enough.

Both hands came up simultaneously and grabbed both her breasts — not one, both — fingers sinking into the soft flesh and pulling her forward and down and in.

She stumbled.

"Wait—’wait’—don’t—"

His mouth closed over both nipples at once, pulling both the small dark peaks together between his lips, his jaw wide, taking both together like something ripe, and he sucked.

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! ’STOP’—WHAT—"

His canines came down on both simultaneously.

"AAAAAHHH~!! ’CRUXIUS’—!! HIIEEK~!! WHAT IS—AAANHGH~!!!"

The pain hit both points at once.

Both nipples.

Both punctures. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

And then the warmth.

It came faster in Jenny than it had in Vivienne — younger, tighter nervous system, less resistance — a wave that moved from both breasts inward and downward at the same time, meeting somewhere in the centre of her chest and detonating outward.

Her hands flew to his head.

Not pushing.

Pulling.

Grabbing the back of his skull and pulling him closer against her chest on pure, instinctive reflex while her brain screamed at her hands to stop.

"What—" Her voice cracked. "What is this—why does it—’stop’, please—why does it feel—"

She squirted.

Both knees buckled entirely.

He caught her.

His arms came around her automatically, both hands spreading against her back, and he lifted her off the tile entirely as she wrapped both legs around him on pure reflex, still crying, still leaking from two punctured nipples, tears and blood and the specific clear fluid from the bites running down her chest in thin lines.

"’What a’—" His voice was low against the top of her head. "Delicious tight tits."

"I—" Jenny’s face pressed into his neck. "I hate you—I ’hate’—"

He shifted his grip.

Both hands moving to her ass, spreading her cheeks as he held her up, and she felt the familiar blunt pressure of his cock finding her anal from below.

"Not—’not there’—please—’please not there again’—"

He drove in.

PAH!

Her body arched away from him and was held in place by his grip, the full penetration landing in one sudden, complete descent that knocked the remaining air from her lungs.

"AAANGHH~!! ’HIEEK’~!! OUNGH~!!"

She hugged his head.

Both arms around his skull, face buried in his hair, crying into the top of his head while he bounced her on his cock with both hands gripping her ass, using her weight as the mechanism, lifting and dropping, the gravity doing half the work.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAHHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! NGH~!!"

His mouth stayed on her nipples through all of it.

Sucking blood from both punctures between thrusts, the taste of her mixing with the movement, his tongue pressing flat against each wound in turn.

Every pull of his mouth sent the warmth deeper.

Every thrust of his cock met the warmth coming from the other direction.

They converged somewhere in the middle of her and Jenny’s vision began to white at the edges.

Vivienne moved.

She had been standing against the bathroom wall with her red eyes watching.

Now she walked forward.

Her gait was different.

The stumbling, destroyed walk of an hour ago was gone.

She moved like something that knew exactly what it was doing and had no conflict about it.

Her hands found Jenny’s ass from below.

Jenny felt her mother’s palms on her own body — lifting, supporting, adjusting the angle while Cruxius held her up — and her brain misfired completely.

"Mother—’Mother’, what are you—’please’—"

Vivienne’s hands guided his cock on the withdrawal and directed the next thrust.

"Please, Master." Vivienne’s voice was different now — lower, stripped of its social veneer, just the bare register underneath. "Inseminate her."

"’MOTHER’—"

"Bear his kin."