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neck and bites down. The orgasm is so explosive that both men have a hard time keeping me in one place as my body twists and contacts from the pleasure. Christopher’s hands cup my breasts and his thumbs work my nipples in circles. My hips buck into Damien and he lets out a grunt of his own. Christopher moves with me and continues to drink from. Damien leans over me and nips at the skin of my neck with his teeth. I shiver at the thought of both men drinking from me at the same time. It feels so good with one, but I’m not sure I can handle them both. Suddenly, my mind is made up. I want only one thing and that is for both to feed from me at the same time. I run my hands through Damien’s hair and pull him in close. I whisper into his ear. My lips so close that they brush against it with each syllable. “I want both of you.” My voice is throaty. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” I plead for it by squeezing him with my thighs. “Yes, please.” Damien licks my neck and nips at it once more with his teeth in a playful manner as he thrusts into me again and again. Just as I am about to climax once more Damien sinks his teeth into me as well and my head nearly explodes with pleasure. My orgasm once more is like an explosion in my head. I buck and writhe around. The sensation of both men drinking from me is like nothing I have ever experienced. Just the sensation of both of them partaking of my blood is like every orgasm I have ever had rolled into one. Damien moves back to my side as Christopher’s hand moves down to my crotch and his fingers go to work. I moan and writhe underneath the two men, but suddenly something is different. I can’t seem to get my breath. No matter how hard I try. My breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps. I look up at the ceiling and realize that my vision is beginning to darken on the edges like I am in a tunnel. I raise my left hand to stroke Damien’s face as he feeds, but the arm is numb and won’t respond. I try with my other arm, but it is numb as well. My head gets hard to hold up. Weakness begins to spread throughout my body. Fear shoots up my spine as I realize that my vision is getting worse and I can’t feel my legs. Each thought seems to take an eternity to come to fruition. I am sweating profusely, but it is no longer the sweat of sex. This is a cold, clammy sweat. Even the pleasure seems to go away and I feel as if I am falling into an endlessly dark hole with no bottom rushing up to break my fall. The room starts to spin around me as the two men continue to drink from me. Everything stops suddenly. My skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. I can feel the heat of both of their bodies pressed against mine. Damien is trembling, Christopher’s breaths are coming in sharp gasps. Something is terribly wrong. Damien rips his mouth from my neck and pulls away from me, but Christopher is still drinking. The high is slowly disappearing, trickling out of my mind like a steady stream of water and clearing my senses. “Christopher!” Damien’s voice is urgent. And angry. He sounds alarmed, and I feel like I know why. But then my mind fogs over and the thought escapes my grasp. It feels as if my entire body is going limp. My head lolls to the side, bobbing about. Damien shakes Christopher before giving him a mighty shove. He falls sideways, his mouth detaching from my skin with a sharp smacking sound. He looks up at Damien angrily, eyes flashing. “What did you do that for?” he growls, before looking over at me. His face goes blank. “We took too much,” Damien spits, kneeling down before me. I can see his face and hear their words but it’s slipping through my mind like smoke, unable to contain. “She’s lost too much blood.” “Shit.” Christopher stands up, I feel the couch shift beside me. “We’re going to have to get some fluids in her . . .” Everything is fading. The sounds around me, the images. My vision is darkening. And then everything