"Careful Toni," Francis warned as Antonio snaked his hand beneath my bathrobe.

"No," I blurted out and Antonio quickly retracted his hand.

"No-I mean, do it..." I blushed and they both looked rather surprised.

"Can you maybe elaborate?" Francis asked.

I shifted nervously, "w-well, when Gilbert touched me in the woods..."

"He what?"

"Save it for later Francy."

"I-I realized that the more you touch me...the more I feel Kuro being erased...if that makes any sense?"

"Not entirely but your wish is our command mademoiselle," Francis purred.

"Do you want us to touch you everywhere that he did? Because...we heard it got pretty intimate..." Antonio was nervous to bring up.

I nodded quickly. "Umm...please."

Antonio smiled sweetly, unsure if he should be excited or sympathetic.

"We'll be gentle, Cher," Francis promised and I nodded.

Antonio scooped me up into his arms and glided his way to and up the stairs to Francis's room.

The room they always brought women.

"Forgive us if we get a bit carried away," Antonio chimed as Francis shut the door behind us, "it's been a while since we've had a girl in here."

"A week isn't a while," I muttered and Francis laughed.

"It is for us ma chérie."

Antonio placed me gently on the bed and Francis shut the curtains to the two windows before turning around and immediately stripping down to his underwear.

"F-Francis," I stuttered in surprise, only for Antonio to do the same.

"You expect us to stay dressed? Clothes get in the way of all the fun," Antonio laughed and I blushed harder.

"Speaking of which," Francis purred as he removed my fuzzy bathrobe.

They took a moment to gawk at my underwear and I realized I was wearing matching pinky frilly underwear, completely unlike me.

"Oh frick-" I started.

"Santo infierno," Antonio praised.

I turned the shade of his prized tomatoes and he pushed me gently into the bed by my shoulders.

"I do want to do this but is it really the best idea to do this as soon as Gilbert ran away?" I asked and they both shrugged.

"Doesn't hurt to distract us, he hasn't freaked out like this in decades, not since Prussia got dissolved, that country was basically his home and legacy from his time with the Teutonic Knights," Antonio explained.

"You're telling me more tomorrow," I insisted and he nodded.

"In the meantime let's have some fun," he purred.

They began in the usual manner, slowly easing me into their touch by trailing kisses down my neck, up my jawline, along my legs.

Antonio nibbled on my earlobe and kissed behind my ears while Francis rubbed circles with his thumb into my right hip while kissing the crook of my neck.

Usually, Gilbert would be trying to rush to "the best part" by running his fingers over my most sensitive areas or nibbling just above my breasts but he wasn't here, the lost presence was lonely and noticeable.

Antonio noticed my watery eyes and kissed the teary corners away.

"It's okay, Chica, he'll be back, and then we can celebrate and do this all together," he purred and I nodded.

I realized I just agreed to another intense heavy petting and my stomach dropped, that nervous excited feeling.

"Mon amour, I've been meaning to ask but is it possible you're not just demisexual but genophobic?" Francis asked as he ran his fingers from my ankles to the hem of my underwear.

I blushed and nodded, "I might be a little bit. At first, I was just repulsed and then I met you and I'm thinking demisexual is the best explanation because I'm more relaxed around you. But- I think that I am just a little, otherwise, I would've gone all the way by now, morals or not."

"Really?" Antonio purred.

I nodded slightly and shivered when Francis ran his fingers above my clit. I squeezed my legs together in an immediate reaction and he clicked his tongue in a scolding manner.

"I hate to bring it up, but you were touched 'ere, no?" Francis asked and I blocked the memory from my mind.

"I think...Wendy said, but-but I don't really remember, those memories are kind of fuzzy."

"Si, Francis tried erasing them for you but your aura seems to block most of our powers," Antonio admitted.

"I appreciate the gesture," I thanked Francis and he nodded as he lifted my leg to his mouth and kissed the back of my knee.

"D-does that mean, you-you're going to touch-touch me... there?" I stuttered and Francis smirked devilishly.

"Oui, if you're okay?" He asked and I blushed and tensed up a little.

"I think I'll be okay."

"Tell us if you change your mind, we don't want to do anything you aren't ready for."

"Don't I al-ways-" I teased but I squeaked as he traced his thumb beneath my clit again, pushing deeper this time.

I shivered but Antonio's gentle kisses down my arms eased me into the pillows, relaxing as they did what they could without me panicking.

Antonio chuckled at my squeal and I blushed and looked away from him feigning a pouty face.

He laughed again and cupped my face in his hands bringing my lips to his, smiling into our kiss.

I kept trying to prepare myself for when they'd slip their fingers inside me but I was too caught up in Antonio's passionate kiss, which had turned from a gentle peck to an explorative tongue. My face flushed red and I couldn't help the moans that escape as we locked lips. Unsure of what else to do I brought his face as close to mine as I could and barely noticed when Francis slipped a thumb under my bra.

I squealed and Antonio parted lips just for a moment as I caught my breath and glanced to Francis who began to gently massage my right breast, he made quick eye contact to make sure I was okay and I made no protests. He pinched the bud between his fingers and Antonio took my small gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue back in. He placed his knee between my legs bringing it as far up as it could go and against my own will, by some instinctual reaction my hips thrust onto it, just barely but enough for Antonio and Francis to both notice.

Francis purred, "excited aren't we?"

I turned red and turned away from him, biting my lip.

Antonio flicked his tongue across my lips and I met his eyes as he grinned mischievously.

He brought my hand to his chest and I ran my hands over the outline of his abs. I don't understand the appeal of abs but they did feel nice I suppose, I liked mine anyways.

I couldn't help but squeeze my legs together tighter around Antonio's knee while Francis rolled my bud between his fingers while kissing just above the other.

Antonio let out a soft moan, more of a growl and Francis gave him a curious look for a moment but it was obvious to me he was getting more anxious to feel some relief as the bulge in his boxers reached its limit.

He had trouble focusing for a minute and his green eyes turned red, without warning he unsheathed his fangs and sank them into my shoulder.

I yelped and Francis looked horrified with Antonio as first but rubbed his shoulder to comfort him while he held my hand to reassure me things were fine.

Antonio held me tighter to him and I could feel every muscle, and especially his hardened dick place inconveniently for me, right between my legs.

Right where he'd be thrusting it if I went all the way.

I shook the thought from my mind and returned Antonio's hug as he gulped down my blood. The pinching skin eased into warmth and pleasure and I felt dizzy just for a moment before he broke away from his feast and licked the blood off his lips.

He gave me a concerned look but I reassured him I was fine with a gentle smile and a kiss to his lips which he immediately deepened.

It was an accident, I swear, but my hand on its way to Antonio's face cupped his erection instead and his eyes went wide for a second while I turned redder than humanly possible and gasped in shock.

But the Sound he made. The moan...I didn't remove my hand.

His breathing in my ear was shakier and he gave me a look full of desire and lust while Francis paused a moment to watch how this would play out.

"I-I-" I tried to form an explanation but his pleasured look and the moan he'd made, it was overwhelming.

"Why don't you do zhat again," Francis suggested and held my wrist bringing it down a bit harder against Antonio who let out a small moan in reaction.

"I-I can't, I don't know how to-I," I sputtered But Francis leaned into my ear and purred.

"Let us show you how to."

I noticeably tensed up and Francis released my wrist as I calmed myself.

Antonio's half-lidded gaze of desire was irresistible, it wasn't just adorable it was sexy, and I never found things to be sexy.

Antonio nipped the tip of my pointer finger and pushed me back into the pillows without warning, Francis looked a bit concerned as Antonio became noticeably possessive. Francis sat beside me, letting Antonio take control as I watched him act with a lust I previously had never seen.

Our bodies were intertwined and pressed together but I didn't feel like I was being sat on like I thought I might. Antonio knew what he was doing and was strong too, minimizing the space between us without crushing me as he began something new to me.

I gasped in surprise but his face showed no signs of concern, the look almost commanded submission as I felt him grind against me.

I was more stimulated in that moment than I ever had been and I was flinching without meaning too, I closed my eyes tightly shut and couldn't help but release soft moans as his dick pressed deeper into me.

It didn't matter that we still had on clothing, that thin layer of fabric wasn't enough to mask the size and feel. God, especially the feel.

We weren't fucking, not for real, this must be what I heard was called dry jumping but damn it felt similar.

His hips thrust faster against me and I couldn't help it as my eyes rolled back and my back arched and my hips moved in rhythm with his.

The constant pressure of him against my clit was sending me over the edge. His breathing became ragged and the look in his eye became more intense as he moved his hands to firmly grip my hips as his thrust became harder and the bed audibly hit the wall as he did so.

I couldn't help letting my mind wander.

Couldn't I just let him inside me, if it felt like this but better than why did I have to care about some morals? I trusted him, I wanted this, I loved this, I parted my lips to speak but a moan came out instead.

The heat building in my core overflowed and my body shook with intense waves of vibrating heat. My face flushed and toes curled as my back arched and I gripped the sheets of the bed and let out a noise so lewd I was embarrassed I was capable of making such a sound. I looked down to wear Antonio was still grinding against me, his hips moving in perfect motion with mine and my underwear felt dampened and sticky.

The feeling disgusted me a little but I endured it for now.

My eyes met Francis's who was grinning at me devilishly. He leaned down to kiss my forehead as if praising me and the thrusting against me suddenly stopped as Antonio's grip on my hips became too hard.

I whimpered but it went unheard as Antonio's face scrunched up and he let out a deep moan.

The heated feeling inside me reignited at the sound and I shifted my legs together uncomfortably.

Antonio caught his breath, even his breathing looked sexy to me right now. He pushed his hair back as he ran a hand through it and looked down at me like observing a masterpiece.

He grinned as I struggled to catch my breath/fully understand what just happened.

"What-what the fuck was that?"

"Could be wrong but to me, that looked a hell lot like an orgasm," Antonio smirked and I'm not sure I could turn redder than I was right then.

He kissed my cheek and I felt him smiling against me, "you like?" He purred and I sheepishly nodded, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

Francis chuckled and massaged my scalp as I purred, sinking into his relaxing touch.

Antonio swung his legs off the side of the bed and stretched.

"Hey, Chica?"

"Hmm?" I purred.

"You still have energy, I don't think it's fair that I got all your attention?" He said and gave Francis an 'I got your back' kind of look.

I flicked my eyes to Francis, he was still noticeably hard and my blush returned, that is if it had ever left.

He gave me a curious look, wondering if he would get a chance to do whatever was in store for me next.

"Yeah, I'm-I'm fine," I agreed and Francis's eyes sparkled with delight.

"Bien," he purred and held me in his lap, my back to his chest.

He leaned down to leave kisses along my neck and collarbone and his long golden hair and slight stubble tickled the back of my neck and I giggled at the feeling.

Francis smiled into his kisses and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

He eyed my underwear, noticeably wetted through the fabric and I felt fiery hot with embarrassment.

"Zhese are so wet, are you not going to remove zhem?" He purred.

"I-I don't want you to see me there..." I admitted.

He kissed the back of my neck.

"Zhen why don't we use zhe covers to our advantage?" He suggested.

"Wh-what do you mean, how do we do that?"

He smiled and rolled me onto my side, he brought the comforter over us both and spooned against me.

I felt sweaty and sticky under the covers and I tensed with worry as Francis slipped his hand beneath my underwear and slowly pulled them down to my knees.

I turned around to meet his eyes, his full of lust, mine slightly panicked.

"Are you okay?" He clucked worriedly and I nodded sheepishly.

"C-could you at least explain this?"

"Oui, I'm just making things a little more intimate, zhis way it'll be easier to slip my fingers inside you, and you won't 'ave to deal with cum soaked underwear anymore."

I blushed at the lewd language and he chuckled and nuzzled my neck, leaving small kisses.

He moved his hands to my ass and gave it a squeeze, causing me to emit a small squeak and my back arched at the exciting feeling.

The tingling in my chest and burning in my stomach returned and I was hoping just a little it'd be fulfilled I just didn't want to lose myself to it. I'd nearly asked Toni to stick it in me, the fact I moaned instead was an accident. I couldn't let myself give in, I'd regret it later whether I enjoyed it or not.

The space between Francis and I was close enough to feel his length between my legs and his heavy breaths moved my body with them.

He removed one hand from my ass and use it to slip off his own boxers.

I stiffened and he moved his hand to my waist, worried he'd gone too far.

"Is zhis too much?" He asked and I shook my head and let myself ease into the feeling. My body still sent shivers up and down my spine as I felt his dick against me.

I'd never actually really felt one.

Seen one, yes, unfortunately.

Felt them, sort of, through fabric.

Grabbed them, also sort of, not to mention embarrassing to think about.

But never actually skin to skin contact and I wasn't entirely sure how to react.

Was it harder because he was a vampire or was this what they all felt like? Come to think of it how did my touch affect these big strong vampires who felt little pain and dealt little damage? Maybe it was the heightened senses, that's why it still had such an effect.

I heard the shower Antonio had been running turn off, I heard the clock on the wall ticking, I heard the shouts of a party down the street, I heard the crickets through the window which was slightly open to let in the fresh air. It seemed I could remember every little thing about that moment, and that's when I first felt his fingers slip in between my legs.

My legs squeezed shut tighter but this only enhanced the feeling, something I should've learned by now.

I felt him trace his finger over my clit and the stimulation sent chills through me as he traced the finger lower to find my opening. I could immediately tell when he'd found it, as it wasn't a part of myself I'd ever messed with, the feeling was completely new. New; that I let myself remember anyways.

I heard him grunt slightly and pull me even closer to him.

His fingers were rather large so just one slipped inside of me felt like a lot but to him, this wasn't nearly enough.

"Merde, you're tight," he hissed as I felt his finger moving around.

I could barely stutter the words, "d-d-don't mo-move it around," I whimpered and he smiled.

"Francis fuck, you make her make those sounds I'll get hard again!" We both heard Antonio shout from down the hall.

Francis laughed at his friend and this amused me a little but it wasn't enough to distract me as he slipped a second finger inside and moved his fingers apart in a scissoring motion, trying to widen my entrance.

I moaned and writhed around. I must've looked pathetic but Francis was so turned on he was audibly growling and I could feel the low vibration in his chest and throat.

I couldn't hide my moans and I couldn't properly hold onto anything in my current position.

We both heard Antonio shouting more curses at no one in particular as Francis let out a deep moan.

I never knew I could become addicted to a sound I found to be so lewd. Normally these sounds would repulse me but I was causing them and they were from a man I cared deeply about and somehow that made it so exciting.

My breathing became more ragged as tiny moans escaped as he moved his thumb over my clit, two fingers still inside me and moved them in motion, almost like a massage and my body felt like it was free-falling. The inexplicable exiting feeling in your stomach on a high-speed roller-coaster, mixed with the warmth of a heating pad in winter. That's how I felt it at least. That's how I felt as within moments of beginning Francis had me cumming into his hand as my second orgasm of the night, and overall, shook me to my core.

I expected him to stop, I expected to cum once like with Antonio but Francis wasn't done yet. "I 'aven't even thrusted yet, you really are excited."

"Francis, mierda!" Antonio shouted and came back through the bedroom door, red-faced, hair still wet from the shower and towel wrapped around his waist with a noticeable tent in it.

"Encore une fois, mon amoureux?" He teased, with some surprise.

"I don't know why, she just really does it for me," Antonio growled hungrily, looking at our compromising position.

Before he could yank the comforters off of us to join I yelped, "no, don't!"

He jolted in confusion and Francis realized right away why I'd freaked.

"She doesn't want us to see 'er there," he explained.

Antonio nodded and without warning dropped the towel from his waist and I immediately averted my eyes.

Making sure I knew he wasn't looking, he held eye contact with me, as embarrassing as that was, as he slipped under the covers facing me.

I wasn't sure what he would do to me that could possibly add to what I was already feeling as Francis focused back on what he was doing until I felt the mind-numbing mental stimulation of noticing his small movements under the covers.

He was jerking off to watching Francis finger me. I'd never been in such an intense situation. Did this count as