>>57272

I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW, ANON. D:

His gun, his mask and his goggles all clatter to the ground noisily, resting at his feet after a moment, useless. The only sounds he can hear after that are the shifting and friction of clothes—and bodies—and his own panicked, erratic breathing.

“Don’t worry, VanSlyk,” a voice purrs into his ear, arrogant and light and alluring. There’s the faintest Italian accent rolling into the air with each word, and he shivers. “We’re not going to suck you dry, not just yet. Isn’t that right, Finas?”

They’re talking about his blood, obviously. But he knows they’re hinting toward something else as well, and he shivers again at the thought of it.

The reason Abner doesn’t fight back is because of that hand clamped over his mouth, dark and slender fingers pushing past his lips and forcing into his mouth. They press at his tongue and he snaps his head back, only to slam it into a firm chest. In front of him is Casimiro, one hand over—in—his mouth and the other reaching for his belt. Obviously the chest he’s hit his head against belongs to Finas; immediately strong arms wrap around his midsection, one just above his waist and the other just below his shoulders, holding his arms down. Holding him down in general, because when he lashes out he can’t move; he’s tried kicking at them both, but they seem to be doing a fine job of sandwiching him.

It felt like far longer than the few seconds that had actually passed, and he gags around Casimiro’s fingers a little, eliciting a sharp bark of laughter. Finas hums softly in response to the other vampire, who sniggers to himself this time, one hand still hovering over Abner’s belt. Almost as if by a change of heart, he pulls his hand away and lifts a leg, grinding it between Abner’s legs. Suddenly Abner isn’t just wishing for his mask back, for his goggles back; he’s wishing death on them, wishing he had his gun back so he could blow their brains out, purify them with his holy water bullets.

He mumbles a curse around Casimiro’s fingers, unable to pull away from them now that he was so tightly pressed by both vampires. Casimiro is undulating his leg, and Abner suddenly gasps, his stomach lurching uncomfortably.

“Casimiro,” Finas mumbles against Abner’s neck as he presses his lips to the nape. Abner twitches away from him, but Finas just squeezes his arms around the hunter and renders his attempts to resist as completely futile. “He’s resisting. Do you want this to be quick?”

“No,” Casimiro replies, pushing on Abner’s tongue again with a fingertip. He gags, again; when he writhes away Finas grazes a fang over the nape of Abner’s neck, threatening to bite down. He freezes, stock still, and Casimiro continues. “We’ll make him enjoy this, Fin.”

A cat yowls in the distance, and from his spot between the two vampires Abner envies that filthy stray’s freedom. He squirms again, and gasps lightly, incredulous, when he realizes he’s been grinding back against Casimiro’s leg. His hips were moving completely of their own accord, and he had no hope of stopping them. His stomach knots again and he groans around the fingers in his mouth. He couldn’t bring himself to bite down before, and he still can’t now, and he has no idea why.

“See?” Casimiro huffs a snicker, pulling his fingers from Abner’s mouth, who pants lightly and rolls his head away, grateful. Finas nods; for once, Casimiro has patience, and Finas sees exactly why. Or rather, smells it. “He’s aroused, Fin. He won’t admit it, but he’s aroused.”

They spoke of him as if he wasn’t there.

Abner is finding it very hard to breathe with Finas’ arms wound so tightly around him, and his panting is no longer from fear or disgust or denial, but from the lack of oxygen, and Finas realizes this, loosening his grip just enough that it was still firm, but it was also forgiving. So Finas has more of a heart than Casimiro, Abner concludes, even if it wasn’t beating.

Finas and Casimiro are tugging at the zipper of his jacket, Finas mouthing at the back of his neck and Casimiro still undulating his leg. Abner shudders violently when suddenly his jacket is gone, and in one fluid motion his jumper is riding up his abdomen as Casimiro trails a cold hand over his stomach. He writhes, startled by the crisp breeze rolling over him, and the smooth, freezing fingers tracing over faint torture scars. And it almost feels good. Almost.

“Some of these look like they were pretty nasty, VanSlyk,” Casimiro observes with a leer. He traces a fingertip over a more prominent scar, thin but long. Abner squirms again, whining pathetically, brokenly. “Tell me, has anybody ever touched you like this before?”

“N—No!” Abner snaps, probably a little too quickly. It felt as if he hadn’t spoken in ages; his throat burns just that tiny bit from lack of use. Or was it from suppressing noises he had no idea he’d been trying to suppress? Whatever the case may be, neither vampire seems to be buying his response.

Finas hums softly behind him, nosing at his neck until he’s a mere inch away from his jugular. He kisses the spot before sucking at it, and Abner lets out an odd whine. His stomach is heating up, it’s almost uncomfortable, but this is something that he can’t deny any longer: it feels good.

Fueled by shame and rage and humiliation, Abner writhes violently, cursing to the high heavens and demanding to be let go. Suddenly Finas bites down on his neck, and Casimiro leans in to follow suit on the other side of his neck. He cries out, suddenly his words racked with stutters and the oddest noises he’d never before let slip past his lips.

He moans. The effect is immediate and he’s completely and utterly still again; both vampires pull away after a few seconds of hungrily sucking at his neck, drinking every single drop of blood that spills out of the hunter. The bites had barely been pricks, in reality, and the bleeding stops quickly.

Casimiro’s feigned patience is broken, and sensing this Finas backs up against the wall, bringing the hunter and the tanned vampire with him. Abner makes a confused grunt, Casimiro laughs softly. Both vampires are tugging at his pants, Casimiro working his belt off and tossing it to the ground carelessly with the rest of Abner’s things, Finas curling his fingers to tug his pants down by the belt loops. Finas still has his arms wrapped around Abner’s waist—Abner is writhing violently still, but somehow this wasn’t as much resistance as earlier—so Casimiro helps by tugging them off all the way once the other vampire has them down half the length of his forearms.

Abner whines and yells again, completely unaccustomed to the cold night air hitting his legs, or really, any body part other than his face. But when Casimiro unceremoniously shoves a hand down Abner’s underwear, he freezes and chokes on another moan, the sound still so foreign and confusing to him.

He’s not aroused. He can’t be. This is disgusting... He was lying to himself.

“VanSlyk,” Casimiro purred again, “stop denying it. You’re randy, I can smell it”—he leans in again to where he’d bitten Abner’s neck, sucking on it lightly so the bloodflow started up again—“and I can taste it.”

“F...Fuck you...,” Abner manages to growl, his face hot with an oncoming blush. Casimiro wraps slender fingers around Abner’s length, pumping him smugly. Abner lets out a strangled groan, which only grows louder when Finas presses his hips against him, biting at his neck again in the same spot as before. Finas is grinding against his ass slowly, and Casimiro is stroking him at the very same speed. Already his head is swimming, and he slumps back against Finas a little, hot and uncomfortable and tired of resisting.

Casimiro pulls his underwear down, lifting his legs and guiding them to his waist. Obediently Abner straddles him, legs wrapped tight around the tanned vampire; his hands are groping around from their restrained position to grip at whatever he can of Finas. His fingers brush over clothing—but that’s definitely not his jacket...when did Finas take that off?—and he grabs at it, balling the fabric up in tight fists until his knuckles are white.

Finas chuckles and rocks his hips hard against Abner, licking up his bloodied neck with a rough tongue that makes Abner squirm and hiss. He had no idea Casimiro had pulled his underwear down until he’d rolled his head, panting more from excitement than the actual need to breathe. He glances down, gasping whorishly at the sight of Casimiro’s hand wrapped tight around his cock, thumb teasing at his tip roughly until precum leaked out.

“Ah—ahh—Ca—Cas—” He couldn’t form anything intelligent, couldn’t even finish Casimiro’s name, as he moaned and bucked his hips, his body moving mechanically. He pried his eyes away, whimpering slightly and chewing at his lip. Casimiro chuckled, Finas following suit. Abner choked a little when he realized both Casimiro and Finas were working their own pants down one-handed, and his odd noises turned into a lusty cry when Finas pressed two fingers hard against his entrance. Teasing him, brushing over it and circling it, teasing him, teasing him, teasing him. Casimiro, on the other hand, is doing a fine job of shocking him, because after a few seconds of Abner’s impatient groans, he presses their arousals together. The hunter slumps back, crying out yet again and whining gratefully.

Casimiro is bucking his hips, grinding hard against Abner who’s shakily grinding back, tightening his grip on Finas’ clothes—a shirt, probably—and squeezing his legs around Casimiro in order to pull him closer. Finas finally pushes his fingers into Abner, eliciting a half-hiss, half-groan from him. He scissors his fingers carefully, working them in up to his knuckles. Casimiro reaches back to swat at Finas’ hand after a minute; Abner whimpers as the fingers invading him so skillfully pull out, slick and wet. Finas rests his hand on Abner’s hip, and he and Casimiro go back to biting at his neck, sucking roughly to restart the bleeding, pushing and pulling at his throat hungrily.

“Fffuck,” was probably the only real word Abner was able to produce in his current state. Rocking forward against Casimiro, and pressing back on Finas as he positions himself against his entrance, he easily set up a rhythm before Finas was even in. Abner arches his back as he feels the head of his cock press into him though, moaning breathlessly as the vampire rolls his hips and pushes himself in as far as he could go. A better—quicker, harder—rhythm is set up between the three; Casimiro rolling his hips against Abner’s, pressing their precum-slicked cocks together and pumping the both of them with one hand; Finas thrusting into Abner steadily, pushing in and pulling out slowly but roughly; Abner arching his back, hissing and generally making loud, whorish noises, pushing hard against Casimiro and then against Finas.

It’s like that for a while (nobody cared enough to keep track of time). Hot, steamy and lustful, neither vampires, nor their supposed-to-be-hunter making any attempt to keep things slow any longer. Abner is the loudest of the three of them, his moans, whines and gasps filling the night air like he had no control of them. Like he was completely shameless in comparison to Finas, whose loudest noise was a half-grunt, half-moan, or to Casimiro, whose loudest noise was a sharp hiss that was muffled by Abner’s bloodied throat. Both vampires had neglected biting at Abner’s neck, not wanting to risk getting carried away and sucking him dry (his blood was just that damned good, most likely because his mysophobic tendencies ensured that his blood was as clean and delicious as possible). Instead they’d settled for sucking at spots and leaving him dark hickeys, marks that would be relatively easy to hide with his turtleneck.

Suddenly Abner tenses around Finas, clenching his teeth and jolting without warning as he released against his and Casimiro’s chests, crying out both vampires’ names in as loud and lecherous a voice as possible. His vision blurs considerably and goes white as Finas continues thrusting into him, leading him through his orgasm; Casimiro groans roughly and rocks against him one last time before coming messily himself.

When Finas finally reaches his own climax, he thrusts into Abner as hard as he could possibly manage, moaning low and gutturally once he’s buried as deep as he can go. Abner makes a strange noise, a strangled yell or a gasped pant, he doesn’t even try to figure out what it was because he’s too busy reveling in the feeling of being filled by the stocky vampire. He slumps back against Finas, completely out of breathe; a problem that seemed to affect the other two as well, because they were needlessly panting along with him. Even if theirs was just slight, they were still panting, and Abner works up the strength to chuckle smugly, especially when Casimiro leans heavily against him.

Finas pulls out of him without warning after a long moment passed, but Abner’s too overwhelmed to react. He lolls his head lazily, still panting with Casimiro slumped against him.

“Mmm, damn. VanSlyk, that was actually pretty good...,” Casimiro purrs into Abner’s ear, his Italian accent thicker than usual but still relatively light. Finas licks up the blood drying on his neck, then licks his lips. Casimiro stands by himself when Abner doesn’t respond, only to find the hunter out cold.

“He passed out, Cas,” Finas chuckles, raising the hand he’d held on Abner’s hip to rest it over his heart, feeling his heart rate slow and steady along with his breathing to something denoting sleep. “Were we too rough?”

Casimiro barks a laugh, smirking at the hunter's sleeping form. “We weren’t rough enough, Fin.”

>>57275

...
AND I LOVE YOU, TOO. HNNNNNNNNNNNGH

>>57275

YOU MAKE THE BEST SAMMICHES.
GO BACK TO THE KITCHEN & MAKE ME SOME MORE.
<3

ALSO; STOLEN FROM DA.

>>57121

This was amazing and I love you.

>>57275

Dear Mantycore:

Marry me.
Demand, not a request.

>>56946
omigawd magpie, heresy! I would be friggin CRUSHED if she just ended the comic here. :'( I miss her art so bad :/ I check the site pretty often.

I can't wait for her to come back :(

>>57110
This is totally adorable. I'm gonna see this image every time I hear the song now. Where can I see more of your art?

>>57322
Heh, believe me, I'd be pretty damn sad (not to mention disappointed)...I think I'm just responding to the general level of frenzy surrounding suspicions of Hanna getting axed. I was pretty disturbed by something I stumbled on over at DA---somebody basically saying "my life will be over if this ends." I mean maybe that shit is par for the course in fandom, but woah. Just woah. Anyway, 'nuff of that, I will rejoice the minute she updates the comic and I am definitely lovin' all the porn still going on over here. <3

>>57262

Thisthisthisthis.

>>57262

YES

>>57251
oh GAWD this.

>>57275
OP here.
I'm so very fucking happy. You have no idea

>>57251
May I fill this one as well?

>>57249
This; >>57251
Oh dear god.
I just- the mere thought alone is nearly enough to make me very happy~
/nearly/.

IT CAME and also I came, because look at this fucking adorable Confag with his hair all sexed up un-gelled. But yeah, totally missing those pages, annoying. I love the extras in the back though.

>>57397

oh god jesus I CAME
brb drawing some shit up because Connie's canon messy hair is just aa;jnfke;senf

>>57397

............... Thank you for sharing this.

New kink GET.

>>57397
OH MY GOD.
as;dlkjas;lfjdsjg;sldf


brb foaming at the mouth

Have we seen this yet? It was by Tessa's sister Sarah.

>>57413
Yeah, but six months or so ago. I'd say it's safe to repost.

>>57366

FUCK YES GO FOR IT. GO FOR IT LIKE A FUCKING DEATH SENTENCE INMATE WOULD AFTER A PUSSY.

So anyone have the sauce for this gif?

>>57454
http://yasu-aibu.deviantart.com/

Sup? Have another scribble.

I'm surprised there's not more of this threesome floating around after those abandoned page sketches came out. C'mon, man. It's practically canon.

>>57409
IKR <3 I am so unbelievably happy with this, it pretty much makes up for me not getting the first round of books, I don't know what I could have asked for her to draw that would be better than what I got.

Okay, normally I'm not that into the cosplays, but LOOK AT THIS --> http://donda.deviantart.com/art/Unlikely-Duo-179184538
HNNNGGGGG

>>57459

I'm surprised, too. IT'S SO DELICIOUS AND SO FULL OF MANLY

Tick-tock, more like dick-dock, amirite?

>>57522
This is beautiful and I don't even like Ples that much.
Your art.
Oh my god.♥

>>57522
I want to marry you, & make sweet sweet love to you.
This is just- I don't even-
agtdgafsdgfadsf.
<3

>>57522
I'll be having a boner.
Over here.

I found this for you /coq. because I love you.

from http://humhumbert.deviantart.com/

So the news is that Sarah (Pickpocket) is moving to California for her job, and Tessa is going with her.
And you know...the whole moving thing takes a while; so that is probably why Tessa hasn't updated in a while.

>>57551

That makes sense. It'd be nice if either of them left an update about it though instead of leaving us like headless chickens running in circles

>>57522

PLES SURE LIKES HIS MECHANICAL C(L)OCKS!

Also requesterfag here. I need your dick in my mouth right now.

And finishing with a repost from way back when.

soon as we get some good content, we autosage. AHHHH.

>>57672
Well, that only took forever.

Let's make the next one good!

>>57694 New thread.