The vampire pressed his hips up a little in response to the stimulation of Hermes's groin against his.
"Such language," Carrick murmured, as his slave described with delicious images everything he could do with the two siblings. "I should put you across my knee right now."
The vampire closed his hand on the bedclothes and pulled them to one side so that nothing lay between their joined bodies. He leaned forwards, reaching out to bury a hand in the thick blond hair and draw back Hermes' head to bare his pale throat. His tongue slid out to lap over the wounds that were still red against the ivory skin. "Would you like to see me fuck her?" he murmured. "Your sweet sister. I'd have you touch us both first, until my cock's hard and her pussy is soaking. Then I'd spread her legs and fuck her hard. I'd come inside her... then have you lick her clean. I'd press your head down between her legs until you'd swallowed every last drop of my seed, dripping from her cunt."
Carrick knew his slave was gifted with words in a way that he himself had never been, but the honeyed filth that dropped from Hermes' lips excited him. He wanted to hear more of the boy's fantasies.