Leeches

This is my first Nc-17 story and I'm not used to writing sex scenes of any kind.
All hints and tips are welcomed.


The sun had just gone down and he could hear her turning over in her bed, the slightest sound of a snore escaping from her.
Beside him, his lover and childe looked up at him, running a hand over his naked torso.
Without a word he slipped out of bed and went to the door that connected his room to that of his other childe unashamed about his nudity.

“William, get water for the tub. Lucy needs a bath.”

The younger man looked up sleepily gave a curt nod then let his fall back into the pillow.
Angelus went back to his room and pressed a hard kiss on Drusilla’s lips, reminding her once again who she belonged to, then went to Lucy’s room.
Lucy was the only human that lived with them and had survived for so long.
The first time he brought her home she was only a year old and was supposed to be a snack for Drusilla who was at that time once again recovering from one of her insanity attacks, but she didn’t want her blood.

Drusilla was convinced that from the first time she saw the little girl she was meant to be the child’s mother, instantly making both Angelus and William the father.
Thinking that it would just be awhile before she got tired of the child he allowed.
Now 14 years later little Lucy was still with them albeit she was not so little anymore.

She had the figure of a young woman now, long legs, an hourglass figure thanks to the corset Drusilla insisted she should always wear, her breasts were a nice handful.
She was now sprawled diagonally across the bed lying on her stomach, the blanket covered everything from underneath her armpits to her left food that was hanging of the bed.

Angelus sat next to the bed and placed kisses on her shoulder blades and the valley between them, once in a while biting in the skin just enough to draw blood so he could lick it off.

She was brought up in a world were pain and pleasure co-exist, for her all of this was normal.
His little Lucy, had never seen the light of day, never played with other children, had known what death was since the age of 5 and had made her first kill at the age of 8.
Yes, she was something else.

Lucy opened her eyes and moved into a sitting position letting the blanket fall on the mattress no longer of use.
Angelus let his eyes roam over her body, never getting tired of the sight that was his daughter.

“Good morning, daddy.” She said in a cheerful voice, moving in to kiss her father.
Their lips locked in hot kiss, as she was used to giving to her father in the morning.
Angelus slowly pushed her backwards on the mattress with him on top of her, his cock hardening slightly by just kissing her.
He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let his hands roam over her body stroking and pinching in certain areas he knew she loved, while her moans and gasps of pleasure kept encouraging him to continue.
When he moved toward her neck, she gave a slight giggle and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She heard the bones in his face change and then felt him biting down instantly becoming fully aroused.
One of Angelus’ hands went to her clit and rubbed her, easily slipping a finger inside.

“Oh daddy, fuck, oh yeah.” He loved it when she couldn’t make a coherent sentence, especially when it was because of his doing.
He stopped drinking and was now licking the skin on her neck to stop the bleeding, smirking when a crescent scar clearly showed from former bites he had given her.
His hand started to move faster as she was nearing her climax, fingers going in and out of her pussy.
She climaxed with a loud scream, surely waking everyone else that was still sleeping.
He loved to make her scream.
Angelus was assaulting her nipple with his mouth, while she slowly came down from her high.

“Little Lucy must have been a good girl to be awakened like that.” Said a sultry voice that came from the doorway.

Drusilla – who had gotten dressed in the meantime - made her way to the bed and lied down on the bed beside her daughter, humming the tune of a song she sang for Lucy when she was little.

Angelus smirked as he looked at the two women in his life, Drusilla who was now trailing a path with her finger between Lucy’s breasts all the way down to her naval and then back up again.
He stood up to leave, but Lucy grabbed his hand.

“But daddy I haven’t even played with you yet.” Lucy said, eyeing his erection.
“You can play later. Your bath will be ready in a while.” Lucy made a slight pout with her pretty -not to mention skilled- lips and released his hand.

When Angelus left he could hear her sing softly to the sound of Drusilla’s hum, before the door closed completely.

“Miss Lucy had some leeches, her leeches liked to suck. And when they drank up all her blood she didn’t give a fu-“