"Oh, he is quite ravaging with his toys. It was delicious. I do enjoy hunting with him when he is all antsy like that." Like most anyone in Byron's vicinity, Felix knew to go to him when he wanted a little more than the boring housewives lusting in the dark after the carnie performers.
His hand moved with hers, increasing in pace as he felt the muscles starting to tighten with pleasure, yet creating more ability to slide through. Byron could watch her go in on herself with as much pleasure as she played with. Though it was more than sex that sated his own appetite. Sex was secondary to his bloodlust- and not the kind vampires felt as a survival instinct, but the kind he held in his heart since his cursed birth into the prestigious family.
A free hand at her hips, he continued hard hits of his hand to push his finger deep within her, before sliding in a second one to sandwich her own finger between them. To take her with his fingers with as much delicacy as he took anyone with any other part of him. Byron groaned with his own far slower to build pleasure as she bit into him and the muscles tightened around his fingers.
Sliding them out at her first orgasm, he licked over his digits. Grabbing her suddenly, he threw her back against a metal rack and then pushed her to her knees. His hands worked quickly to take some lacing from the shelf and twist it around her wrists to keep them in place behind her back. "I think we could get that to happen with some help of some of the more amusing demons."
On her knees before him, he took one of his knives out of a back pocket and stabbed it into her back dragging it up her flesh to split it open. Spreading her blood over her shirt, he ripped it off and tossed it aside. His pants tightened with lust, he freed his length.