Do Tell?

Thyra:

The soft scratching of my toes echoed through the vent shaft as my tiny heart fluttered wildly inside my panting chest, scurrying as quickly as these damn short legs could take me. The grant rod-iron vent grate appeared, jumping smoothly over the vent shaft dropping down into the cellar slowing my steps as Myles study appeared. Sniffing the air as my whiskers vibrated softly against the tiny holes, scrunching my nose in disgust as Bain and that Patrick fella, fucked Bain’s little Harlet of mate, Dani, while Myles and his brother sat back and enjoyed the show.

I hate this family. Hating everything Myles did to destroy my sweet, innocent boys, but Elicia, she took me by surprise.

I watched in horror as Patrick beat her then shifted into his bear, scaring her beyond her limits but something fierce flashed behind those gentle blue-hazels. Smiling at the sound of his nasal cavity cracking under her elbow thrust, but Bain…that little fucker could never stand someone telling him “no” or standing their ground against his scare tactics. I saw the fear in her eyes, but then “poof”, she was gone in a blinding wind blast that sent Bain and Patrick slamming into the barred walls, while the three amigos went flying back into the stone walls.

“FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!” Dani’s grating voice snapped me back with a squeaky gag as their sweaty limbs and bodies, twisted and jolted in a sickening display of sexual gratification.

“You’re weak boy! Even I could do a better job, and I’m dickless.” Titan roared in laughter from underneath the grate, saluting Myles with a tight clink of their glasses as Bain roared into the ceiling with a sinister gaze over his shoulder.

“Fine! You think you can do better. By all means.” Bain slipped from her sloppy flesh as Patrick smirked up from her shoulder, her wrists bound to her ankles as she laid on top of Myles’ hand-carved desk from Spain. Titan unhooked his catheter bag, clipping it to his Demin jeans as he stood with Myles, who was uncuffing his shirt as they strolled up to a panting Dani.

“Got jerk off! Let the real men handle this fine, Russian pussy.” Titan snickered darkly, gagging back the bile as the smell of sweaty sex and what I could only describe as a “casa puttana economica” (cheap whore house) sent my whiskers and nose into a wild twitching fit as Myles shifted her head.

“trachni menia dikiy, medved.” (Fuck me wild, bear) Dani rasped out as Myles secured her head back with his belt, inserting a mouth opener making her look like one of those old cheap blow-up dolls with the big circular lips. Laughing at the thought as Titan flicked her clit with a claw as Myles slammed his meaty girth into her gaping hole, which I hate to admit was a fine piece of bear specimen, but that’s the only thing I missed from that traitor of a mate.

“shalava.” (slut) Titan growled out as her head snapped up but couldn’t move, while Myles fucked her mouth with that cold, glassy stare as Titan ripped into her with two fingers, slamming those muscular digits up to the knuckle as his thumb claw circled and flicked her clit into a slurry of gagging moans.

Turning around, seeing enough to make my tiny stomach quiver as the chaotic harmony of moans and slapping skin had me gagging and squeaking in disgust.

“Too bad this wasn’t that cute little thing, Elicia.” Titan laughed darkly with his brother as they growled in pleasure against the coughing moans and grunts where Bain sat with Patrick.

“She’s got spunk, that’s for sure.” Patrick groaned out from under the vent as their hands worked the slickness into a slurry of mumbles.

There seriously talking about Elicia, while self-gratifying themselves.

“So, what is she exactly?” Bain moaned out in frustration as Dani began to whimper against the gargling slurp of Myles dick slamming heavily into her face, knocking her head against the dark cherry wood of the desk.

“I could smell bear…augh!” Myles grunted darkly, still the same old Myles.

Does he still make that face when he’s close to exploding? Shaking my head in squeaky laughter, it’s been so long since I was embraced by a man.

“There. It. Is!” Titan growled triumphantly as everything erupted into a slurry of growling rage as the air putrefied with the salty stench of cum as they gasped out in release.

“Damn! Your Master really defiled that pussy. That took a little effort.” Titan chuckled darkly as Dani hummed incoherently, turning around to see her panting frame still tied down, soaking the leather desk cover as Bain and Patrick clinked their bourbons.

“I thought you and Peyton had marked her?” Myles spoke amused as he handed Titan a bourbon, taking seats across from the vent, allowing their glimmering orbs of sadistic excitement to reflect the setting Colorado sun.

Such a shame. The beautiful mountains draped in lush spruce and timber, wasted on these monsters that preyed on the weak and innocent.

“We did, her freshman year. Peyton was a senior to my freshman, but it was very eventful.” Bain hummed coldly against his glass rim as their eyes studied him for more information.

“How so?” Patrick asked with a cheeky smirk, clinking their glasses again as they leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees.

“She left the bon fire early, so Peyton ran after her while I stalked her from the woods along the trail behind the orphanage. He got her attention, but she ignored him completely, so I got her attention and that worked perfectly. She screamed out in sweet agony, her blood tasted so sweet and pure, we just couldn’t refrain ourselves from having a little fun.” Bain purred darkly as he remembered his first encounter with Elicia.
“Do tell?” Titan smirked in satisfaction as Myles lifted a curious brow, noticing his facial features hardening slightly.
What do you know, you sneaky bastard?
“She was on her period, so Peyton played with her mouth while I popped her virgin butthole. Even unconscious, she was so tight around my finger.” Dani snarled darkly from the desk, drool dripping down her flushed face as they turned to look at her panting wildly.

“Sorry love.” Bain stood casually, strolling leisurely over to the desk as Patrick assisted in untying her bindings, smirking to myself as she stomped angrily from the room cussing in Russian.

“Go wash-up.” Myles motioned to them to leave, watching as he waited for them to leave the study, pouring himself another bourbon.

“Do you remember the Witch I had poison Thyra?” The words stung with a nasty aftertaste as Myles looked over his shoulder at his brother.

“Yeah, Prue. She was a nasty little thing. Her mouth could work magic on the toughest dick, and her pussy..oh yeah. Why you bringing her up?” Titan chuckled darkly, exhaling in a delighted hum.

“I think she was pregnant when she disappeared.” Myles stared into his bourbon like it would magically talk back to him as his ambered orbs swirled with a glassy hue.

“Hah! Possibly, she worked her way around the facility. Why, you thinking you have another devil spawn somewhere?” Titan studied Myles for a second, before cracking out into a bout of hearty laughter.

“Oh, that’s grand. If I’m guessing this right… your daughter is banging my evil spawn, meaning, she’s fucking her cousins and your sons’ defiled their half-sister.” Titan roared into the ceiling, ducking down so he wouldn’t notice me freaking out behind the vent.

That’s why I could link her, she’s Myles’ illegitimate child to the witch that tried to poison me. That poor girl.

“I’m surprised Bain and Peyton didn’t pick-up on the distinct familiarity of her blood when they marked her.” Myles chuckled lightly like it was some kind of joke. That was his daughter for fuck sake, and he was allowing them to torture her with all those nasty, vile comments about her mates, and all that physical trauma.

I have to figure out a way to get out here.

“So, are you going to share this little tib-bit of information with Bain, or allow him to continue his little game?” Titan seemed curious to this question as Myles finished off his bourbon with a sigh, setting his glass down on the side table.

“It won’t matter, once Bain sets his eyes on something, there’s nothing to stop him. Now, I need to make a few phone calls and get my other idiot son out of Bear Prison.” He stood with a large smile as Titan licked his lips, smiling with a sinister gleam.

“Where are they holding him?” Titan followed his brother over to the cum stained desk, spraying it down before cleaning it off with a rag and replacing the phone from the drawer.

“Your favorite place. Demon Wolf.” Myles smiled evilly, lifting the receiver to dial someone as Titan stretched his cramped body out, knowing that he used the wheelchair as a decoy.

“She still there?” He leaned down as Myles held up a finger to wait.

“Yes, is everything in order?...Good, meet us at the airport. I’ll text you the time.” Myles hung up quickly, grabbing his Marshall’s Badge and gun from the locked drawer on the bottom left.

“You sneaky bastard.” Titan chuckled as they grabbed a few more items, before disappearing under the vent. Scurrying away quickly, knowing this was my chance to get out here as my little feet scrapped and ticked against the metal vent shaft. Snaking through the maze of pipes before popping out just above the front porch as Gerald pulled around the champagne-pearled Cadillac Escalade, leaving the tailgate open as he slipped inside.

Here goes nothing.