Page 102 of Theoden
I had an image I caught from him lusting after my Father. He’d seen Ara slice the heads off two vampires at the same time and immediately wanted him on all fours in front of him while he plowed his cock into Ara’s asshole. The visual was enticing and did make my cock stir, but it would most likely be something my son would never experience.
“That was the King, Ara, and my Sire,” I said. “Your grandsire.”
“His skill with a blade caught my eye, Father,” Marco said.
I held off on saying, “Just his skill with the blade, eh?” We had more important matters at hand and this was not the time to joke. “Come, child, we will search out those who attacked us and kill them while they sleep.”
“Fuck yes!” Marco growled triumphantly and jumped to his feet.
He followed me through the streets as I used my keen sense of smell to search for the vampires that didn’t match my Father’s scent. Every line had their own specific scent, which was another reason why it was hard to breach another vampire’s territory. Any vampire would know you were not one of theirs by your scent.
We found vampires hiding in the home of some humans who’d been enthralled to let them stay there. I entered and opened all of the windows leading to the bedroom where the vampires had taken over the humans’ bed. Marco stormed over to the bed, sword overhead, ready to swing. The vampires were far too young to wake up, so I let him slice their heads from their bodies, and then I opened the window to let the sun’s rays burn their bodies to ash.
I enthralled the humans, making them forget about what they’d seen thus far, then left. We found more vampires in dozens of homes and of the thirtieth house we left, I began to feel the fatigue. So much so, I dropped to one knee and Marco caught me.
“Father, you need to rest or you won’t be worth shit fighting tonight,” Marco said in his own particular way.
I nodded. “We’ll rest here,” I said, then he picked me up and brought me back inside the house we’d just left. I enthralled the humans, making sure they stayed away from the bedroom as Marco and I slept. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was taken by the blissful darkness.
***
The next night, I was back to my old self. I fed on the humans whose house Marco and I had stayed in and their deaths were not in vain as they gave me the strength to fight twice as hard. Killing the vampires during the day severely hurt Amara’s army and with the aid of the dragons, we left none alive. Over twelve hundred vampires invaded our territory and all were now dead. It was time for us to take into account our own losses.
I returned to Ara’s home with my son by my side as he had fought with me until we were able to declare victory. I got to see first-hand his viciousness. He thrived on it. I’d watched him wield his sword, slicing vampires in half and then taking their heads off for the fun of it. He ran into full hordes like a berserker, and all I saw were body parts flying and blood spraying in all directions until the last one left standing was him. He even learned how to control the fire of the street lamps to use as his advantage, and he used it to set vampires far older than him aflame.
Ara was right, my blood, three hundred years in its potency, made him a very powerful vampire. Then combine that with his own skill, and I could imagine what the Normans faced on the battlefield when they saw him coming, sword or ax in hand. They probably pissed and shitted themselves. Marco was a literal god of war and took great pleasure in it.
He was in step with me, rubbing his cock through his torn and bloodied tunic. “I’m horny,” he growled. “I want an ass to fuck,” he said out loud to himself, or maybe it was for me to hear.
He was impressive and I was proud of his loyalty to me and to Ara. Perhaps I could reward him with a fine ass to fuck. “When we reach Ara’s palace, I will let you fuck one of the pretty boys there.”
He looked at me, eyes beaming. “Oh Father, my cock yearns for a boy’s cunt.”
I laughed. “You will have one.”
That put a bit of happiness in his stride and it became I who had to keep up with him as we walked back to the palace. Once we returned, other vampires were also in attendance. I saw one who was young, only about five years old, but quite beautiful. I beckoned him over; he was also a vampire from my district. I was glad to see he had survived the war. His master had not; I saw Palonius fall the night before when a more powerful vampire took his head before I could get to him.
“Yes, my Lord?” Rashad asked. His beautiful brown eyes looked at me with a bit of sadness. I was sure he’d felt the loss of his master. A boy like him needed a firm hand and a Father.
“My son, Marco, you will pleasure him,” I commanded.
Rashad looked at Marco, who was looking at him in an almost threatening manner. “Now, my Lord?” he asked.
A well-behaved boy, for sure. One who knew how to take commands. I nodded. “Now.”
Marco didn’t wait for the boy’s response when he grabbed his hand and dragged him from the room. I could feel how close he was, he’d only taken the boy into the next room. We could all hear his grunts of pleasure as the boy moaned in what was a mixture of pain and ecstasy. I could only imagine how rough my son was when he was allowed to conquer.
It took Ara some time to address us all, but when he did, he was dressed in his best and looking absolutely beautiful. My Father stood victorious and I joined him on the raised dais along with my other brothers. As much as I detested Nolan, he was a fighter, too. And I wasn’t surprised to see that he had survived. He did look at me, though, with some disappointment in his expression.
Yes, brother, I survived as well. And my son, who rivals yours in every way. I wanted to tell him that, but thought best against it. This was Ara’s moment and Nolan and I didn’t need to ruin it with our rivalry.
As for my youngest brother, Miguel, newlyembracedfour months ago, he had taken a liking to Nolan and chose to be under his wing. Miguel made me long for the days of Raphael. I found Miguel to be obnoxious and had only fucked him once since he’d been sired. And that was only because he doubted the pleasure of my cock. And since giving it to him, he had pestered me constantly for sex. Made me wish I’d just let him wonder if the rumors were true about me or not.
Whatever the case, I was his older brother and therefore, he couldn’t control what I did. Nolan, I believed, liked having a brother he could mold, who looked up to him as Raphael had once done with me. Both Karim and Titus were far older and would always hold a superior stance over us. However, I thought Nolan was jealous that Karim seemed to favor me more.
As for our second oldest brother, he and Titus were closer, but I also believed that Nolan didn’t like that Titus and I could still get along, even though Titus loved him more. It was as if Nolan didn’t like sharing Titus with me. He hated that Titus was the one to join me on my trip to Italy, but he only made his objections clear to me and not our Father. I supposed you could say that he knew better than to complain about a command Ara had given.
Getting back to my youngest brother, like the rest of us, Miguel was a warrior and had survived this war, which was not only a testament to his own skill, but the power of Ara’s blood. It had been three hundred years since Ara had sired another child, and he’d found Miguel to be worthy. Who was I to say otherwise about Miguel or Nolan? I turned my attention away from my brothers and focused on my Father, as he was about to speak.
