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  “Good morning, cherie.”

  Hugh’s eyes opened. Kissing each breast, he uttered. “What a pleasant way to start the day.”

  Her body stretched like a bow, her senses wide-awake, Marta enjoyed the feeling of their mouths and hands on her naked flesh.

  “Do you not have students today, Marta?” Maximillian asked.

  “Pas aujourd’hui,” she replied.

  Hugh grinned. “You will drive me wild with your French.” Then he nipped her breast every so slightly, his fangs visible.

  She giggled. Marta couldn’t remember the last time she'd actually…

  Giggled.

  She sucked in a breath when Maximillian gave her bottom a playful tap with the flat of his hand.

  Her clit throbbed in response, her face heating. She wondered what it would feel like if he ever really spanked her…

  Get a grip, Marta.

  You’re nothing but a big, fat girl and…

  She silenced her fat voice by leaning over and kissing Hugh.

  Surprise lit his eyes, the golden flecks prominent. “My sweet, you are playful this morning.” Hugh replied as she fused her mouth against his.

  “We shall accommodate you, un jolie.” Maximillian whispered in her ear, trailing the tip of his finger against her anus.

  She shuddered with pleasure.

  “You like that?” he asked, his deep voice soft.

  She managed a nod.

  Rising up on one elbow, Hugh lifted her chin with the palm of his other hand. Tipping back her head, he continued to explore her mouth, while Maximillian continued to play with her bottom hole. He licked the tip of his finger, then inserted the it inside her. She writhed against him, enjoying the fullness in her backside.

  “Cherie, you drive me wild with your passion,” Maximillian hissed in her ear. “I long to take you this way. Are you sure you want that?”

  “Yes, I want that,” she breathed.

  “I will pleasure your breasts and your clit, un jolie. You must feel both at once.”

  Her body burned with lust.

  Maximillian and Hugh divested themselves of their clothing.

  Marta looked her fill. From their large, stiff cocks paying her homage, to their lean hips, her gaze traveled upwards to their wide chests.

  She wrapped her arms around her knees and smiled at them. “Magnifique!”

  She giggled again.

  They dove onto the bed, making her bounce. She couldn’t stop laughing.

  “I’ll show you." Hugh grinned. “You’ll not laugh at us!” He tickled her ribs, sending her into peals of laughter.

  She couldn’t seem to catch her breath as his fingers trailed over her ribs, down her legs, behind her knees.

  Her breath caught and held when Maximillian slipped a finger into her ass.

  She stilled, relishing the full feeling.

  Hugh caressed her breasts, his hands kneading and massaging them gently. He slipped his hands lower, to her waiting nubbin of flesh, where it pulsed pleasurably when he stroked her between her legs.

  “You are ready for me, cherie, yes?” Maximillian whispered in her ear.

  He slipped his wet finger in her bottom hole again, but this time, he reached around with his other hand to gently massage her pussy. Heat pooled low in her groin.

  “And for me?” Hugh asked.

  His lips caressed each breast, sending a shiver of longing down her spine.

  She had never been more ready in her life!

  Arching her back, she purred like a kitten when Maximillian slipped his stiff cock in her anus and Hugh entered her channel in the front. Each man filled her, clouding her mind with desire. She didn’t know whether to rotate her hips to accommodate Hugh or grind her bottom down on Maximillian.

  “Easy, un jolie,” Hugh told her. “Let us do the work.” He grinned one of his golden, devastating smiles.

  Maximillian chuckled low in her ear. Pushing aside some of her hair, he nipped her earlobe with his fangs.

  She shuddered again.

  He moved slowly, easing stiff cock in, then out of her backside.

  Hugh did the same to her pussy sliding his member against her swollen clit, making it pulse and throb.

  Each man wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her, giving her a double dose of pleasure as they slid their cocks inside her.

  Marta’s face flushed crimson, knowing she had to be the most perverse woman on the face of the earth.

  Hugh reached up to smooth the worry lines between her eyes. “It is good, no?”

  She nodded against his chest as he eased his cock in, then out, in slow, leisurely strokes.

  Maximillian stopped his movements. He reached around and cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to look at him. “You are embarrassed.”

  She sighed. “I’ve never felt anything so wonderful, yet…”

  “Do not be ashamed, cherie,” Hugh crooned in her ear. “It is all for you. And you should enjoy it.”

  She made herself relax again, allowing Maximillian to fill her ass, and Hugh to fill her front channel. Again, their powerful, slow strokes built her desire to a fever pitch of longing. Hugh laved one of her nipples with his tongue, while Maximillian reached around and tweaked the other gently with his fingers.

  This time, her orgasm exploded, her mind filling with a thousand shooting stars while she rode the crest of a pleasure wave.

  When she came back down to earth, she realized that they remained fused together, with Maximillian nestled against her backside and Hugh tucked against her front. She loved the feel of his chest hair against her breasts. Maximillian’s hard muscled thighs cradled the back of hers.

  Marta knew, in her heart of hearts, that she’d never be able to choose one man over the other.

  She had to have them both…

  Always.

  * * * *

  “What happened to Corinne?” Marta asked sometime later, as she lay nestled between her two loves…

  Her two loves…

  She had to stop thinking like that!

  It was sex, nothing more than a wild night of passion.

  But not for her.

  The fat voice had disappeared, and in its wake, it left a new, stronger Marta.

  One determined to live life to the fullest.

  She lay on her side, facing Hugh, stroking his chest. Maximillian lay curled around her back, her bottom nestled against his groin. Each man had an arm anchored around her waist, holding her firmly.

  Marta had never felt so protected, so safe, so…

  Loved.

  She just had to admit to herself that she had fallen in love with two monsters…

  Night feeders.

  She felt like laughing all over again.

  Why couldn’t I fall in love with two normal men?

  Maybe she didn’t want normal.

  Maybe she wanted all of life—it gruesome elements as well as its beauty. For that’s what Hugh and Maximillian were—horrible, gruesome creatures who fed on the dead, yet…

  They were beautiful.

  “To answer your question, cherie. Corinne found happiness in England, with a new husband, a kind man who treated her well.”

  “But how?”

  “We helped her with safe passage to Britain and with our contacts there, found her refuge.”

  “But what about her husband in France? Her money?”

  “Ah,” Maximillian smiled. She loved when he smiled; it softened the severe angles and planes of his handsome face. “We convinced him that it would be in his best interest to divorce Corinne and give her back her fortune.”

  She raised a brow. “How did you manage that?”

  “Simple, cherie. We gave him a choice of either having us pay all his gambling debts or…letting his creditors get hold of him instead.”

  Marta frowned in confusion. “But that would mean he went through Corinne’s fortune.”

  “Indeed.”

  “So, how could you…” Her eyes widened.
“Did you give Corinne her fortune back? The two of you?”

  Hugh nodded. “But we never told her. She, in turn, with the help of her new husband, made that fortune grow even larger. Corinne never forgot what we did, and when times grew lean for us, she lined our coffers so we could continue to help other women like her.”

  “Oh my,” Marta’s eyes filled. “She was very lucky.”

  “As were we, to know such a woman and…”

  “What?” she held her breath.

  “And to know you, un jolie”, they replied in unison.

  Maximillian lifted her chin with the tip of his finger. “Why do you cry, cherie?”

  “I love you. Both of you,” she blurted. She raised a shaking hand to her lips. “I-I…I’m sorry. I should have never—”Hugh placed an index finger over her lips. “We are glad.”

  Maximillian nodded. “Indeed we are.”

  She angled her head. “I-I don’t know what to do, I’ve never been in this situation. I could never choose between the two of you.”

  They both grinned. “And we would have no other woman but you, Marta.”

  She hugged Hugh, then Maximillian.

  The doorbell to the farmhouse rang, its chime echoing upstairs.

  “Who could that be?”

  Marta wrapped a sheet around her body and walked over to the window. Her eyes widened when she saw Dr. Timothy Clayton press her doorbell again. He stepped back, gazing upward, shielding his eyes from the early morning sun.

  Then the phone on the bedside table rang.

  She picked it up.

  “Hello?”

  “Marta? It’s Timothy. I went to your house and you weren’t there. I tried calling your cell phone, but you never answered.”

  “I-it’s probably dead. I forgot to charge it.”

  Even though her back faced Hugh and Maximillian, she could feel their eyes on her.

  “How about letting me in? I want to talk to you.”

  “Yes, of course. Certainly. I’ll be right down.”

  She ended the call.

  Turning, she said to Hugh and Maximillian. “Stay up here. Don’t make a sound. I’ll try and get rid of him as fast as I can.”

  Maximillian tugged her into his arms, the sheet slipping from her body. “Do that, cherie. Hurry back, so that we may love you more.”

  If Maximillian were not holding onto her, she would have slithered into a puddle at his feet.

  He released her, but she soon found herself in Hugh’s arms as well. “I will miss you, un jolie. Come back soon.”

  She dressed quickly and exited the small room, a finger against her lips, signaling them to remain quiet.

  At the door, she blew them both a kiss and walked out, her heart tripping in her chest as she raced down the attic stairs.

  * * * *

  “Why are you here and not at your house?” Timothy asked her a few minutes later, his face etched with lines of worry. “This is so unlike you, Marta.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “I-I’ve been working, on something special.”

  He raised his sandy colored brows. “Really? Like what?”

  She blew out a breath. Dropping her hands to her sides, she replied. “I don’t want to say yet, but trust me, it’s going to blow the lid off the scientific community.”

  He took a step towards her. “How about you tell me over dinner?”

  She shook her head. “No. Not now. When I’m finished with my research. I’ve been keeping notes. You’ll read them when I’m done.”

  He smiled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair that touched her cheek. “Mysterious Marta. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

  She gave him a small smile. “Better than ‘Misplaced Marta,’ wouldn’t you say?”

  Timothy scowled. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

  “But with this…discovery…I will.”

  He nodded, smiling. “And you won’t give me a hint?”

  “Give me a little more time, and when I’m ready, I’ll show you. I’ll let you read my notes.”

  “Well, as long as you’re all right, I’ll let you get back to work.”

  She walked him to the door.

  “But how about that dinner? I promise,” he held up a hand. “No talk of science, just…us.”

  “Some other time, perhaps.”

  “All right, but I won’t give up on us.”

  She wondered when there had ever really been an ‘us’ between her and Timothy Clayton.

  “Have a good weekend, Marta. I’ll see you Monday.”

  “See you Monday,” she replied as she watched him walk out and get into this car. She stood in the doorway until his car disappeared from view.

  She ran back up the stairs only to find Hugh lounging in a chair and Maximillian sprawled on the bed.

  They rose to their feet when she entered, closing the door with a loud ‘click’ of the lock.

  Maximillian’s voice was hard. “What does he mean to you, Marta? Is he your lover?”

  Hugh asked. “Are you going to dinner with him?”

  Her mouth hung open. She snapped it closed.

  “‘When I’m finished with my research. I’ve been keeping notes. You’ll read them when I’m done.’” Hugh mimicked her exact words.

  “You were spying on me again!”

  Hands on hips, Maximillian replied, “We have excellent hearing, Marta. Our five senses are quite strong.”

  “Well then, hear this.” She poked Maximillian in the chest. He looked down at her finger then up, his dark eyes boring into hers. “I told him all of that just to get him out of here.”

  Hugh snorted. “Do not lie, cherie. It does not become you.”

  “I’m not lying. I…” She sat in the chair Hugh vacated. “I have no intention of showing him my notes.”

  Maximillian beetled his brows. “Why not? You could make that name for yourself.”

  “‘Mysterious Marta,’” Hugh mimicked.

  She rolled her eyes. “Knock it off.”

  Maximillian leaned down, his hands on the arms of the chair, caging her. “We happen to love you, un jolie. Or does that not mean anything to you?”

  “I love the two of you.” She felt the start of tears, but choked them back. “And I would never do anything to hurt either of you.” She glanced at Hugh. “Ever. But I had to get rid of him.”

  “Will you rid yourself of us, too?” Hugh stood off to the side, his face awash with misery.

  “No,” she whispered. “I’d rather die first.”

  Maximillian leaned down and kissed her. “We would give our lives to save yours, Marta.”

  He lifted her from the chair as though she weighed nothing, and placed her on the bed. They removed their clothing, and hers. Marta tipped her head back while each man rained kisses on her face, her throat, her breasts, her belly and her clit. The more they kissed her, the more her body burned with need.

  They rolled her gently on her abdomen and kissed her shoulders, her back…her bottom. Maximillian concentrated all his efforts on her right cheek, while Hugh trailed his lips across her left. Marta gripped the bed sheet in her fisted hand, rising up on her knees, her backside high in the air.

  Maximillian took her first, sliding his slick, hard penis inside her anus, filling her completely. She rose up on her hands and knees, grinding against him as he slid in, then out. From the corner of her eye, she saw that Hugh leaned back against the pillows and watched them, a delighted grin on his face.

  Her breath caught when Maximillian wound an arm around her waist, his hand straying to her clit. While he pumped into her bottom, his fingers played with her swollen little bud of flesh. He stroked her there, allowing her to rise up off the bed, holding her against him as she pillowed the back of her head against his shoulder.

  Marta knew her breasts jutted out for Hugh’s perusal.

  She felt gloriously free when she peeked at him beneath lowered lashes. His penis stood at attention.


  Hugh leaned forward and suckled her breasts, taking each one into his mouth, treating her nipples to the hot, wet tip of his tongue.

  She cried out when her orgasm consumed her in a fiery blaze, her body writhing against Maximillian, her breasts filling Hugh’s mouth.

  She slumped against Maximillian. He eased out of her bottom, giving it a pat, guiding her towards Hugh’s outstretched arms. Placing her head on Hugh’s shoulder, he wound his arms around her and stroked her back while she came down to earth.

  “Are you ready for me?” he whispered in her ear.

  She lifted her head and smiled.

  “Come ride me then, my sweet.”

  He left the bed and eased his tall frame into a chair.

  Patting his bare, muscled thighs, he said, “Come here, Marta. Ride my cock.”

  Maximillian helped her off the bed.

  On shaky legs, she managed to straddle Hugh’s thighs, inserting his long, hard cock into her pussy. Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she rode him in a rhythm as old as time.

  Her face flamed when she noticed that Maximillian watched her backside slap down onto Hugh’s thighs.

  “Very nice,” he encouraged. “You have a lovely bottom.” He gave it a pat.

  Her embarrassment slipped away, replaced by a feeling of absolute power.

  She had two men captivated.

  The fat girl.

  Hugh allowed her to come first, then he spasmed inside her, filling her to the brim with his huge member and seed.

  She collapsed against him, panting, knowing that Maximillian still watched.

  Her feeling of power fueled more pleasure. Still nestled on Hugh’s thighs, she tossed back her head, allowing her hair to stream down her back.

  “Our Marta is playful today,” Maximillian stated from his position on the bed. “Perhaps she’d like to have fun in a different way now.”

  He rose from the bed and walked over. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear. “You like it when I take your ass?”

  “Yes,” she purred.

  “Women who like that usually enjoy…” he stopped long enough to nip her neck, his fangs jutting out. “Some heat on their backside, too.”

  Her entire body flushed.

  “Do not spank her too hard, Maximillian, or we won’t be able to make love to her.”

  Her belly fluttered, her clit throbbed.