Page 111 of Theoden
Donovan tried to fight me, his fists and curses meant nothing, futile in every way. I lifted him up and slammed him on the altar, knocking over candles and the cross. The parishioners screamed and I glared at them, my eyes glowing red as my fangs extended. They leaped up from their seats in an attempt to flee.
“Sit down or die where you stand!” I roared.
Those who ignored my warning were then slaughtered by my sons. Those who were left alive sat back down, their eyes glued to me, and they looked as if their very nightmare was before them. I wanted to scare them, to show to Donovan how much his religion meant shit to me and how God wouldn’t save him, since he had put so much faith in him.
Returning my attention to Donovan, I lifted his smock up and over his head, exposing his beautiful, naked flesh.
“Oh my God, please save us,” I heard one of the female humans whisper.
“Silence!” I snapped. “If you speak without my permission, you die.”
A hush fell over the church’s remaining four parishioners and I turned back to Donovan, who was growling at me in rage. I reveled in the fire he had burning within him, such passion. My choosing him wouldn’t be a mistake once he succumbed to me. This would be the start of that training. I climbed on top of him, making sure to take my place between his legs. His eyes bulged in horror as he knew what I was going to do to him.
“Please, no!” he begged. “Not here.”
“Why, because you don’t want me to defile the church?” I asked with a wicked laugh. I couldn’t help myself, it was absurd. Much worse had been done to humans for the sake of religion. He would soon see the truth as I once had many centuries ago.
“Please, take me back to that castle,” Donovan pleaded.
“But a demon does not show mercy,” I taunted, using his insult against him. He called me a demon, and now I would show him what evil was in his eyes.
I reached down, undoing the lacing of my trousers, then reached in and pulled my cock out. I would take his virginity right there, right then in the house of his lord. With one hand, I held his wrist to the altar above his head and with the other, I aimed my cock at his hole and began to push inside of him. He cried out from the pain of my entry, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. The pleasure of my cock went beyond the skill I’d learned over the centuries. My body itself gave men pleasure just by touching them if I wanted it to. Donovan would enjoy what I was about to do to him.
He was arching against me, his thighs squeezing my waist as he tensed in rebellion. It was all in vain as I began thrusting, stroking that spot inside him I knew would give him the most exquisite ecstasy. As much as he tried to protest, his body couldn’t help but respond to my body.
“Fuck yeah, Father, take his cunt!” Marco exclaimed.
Donovan’s growls of rage became groans of pleasure as his eyes rolled up in his head. His muscles relaxed as his thighs trembled from the sensation of true bliss. I switched my position so I could really give it to him and he looked at me with complete awe. I would forever be his first sexual experience, and no one would be able to take that from either of us.
“Can I suck his cum, Father?” Marco asked.
I looked over and saw his eyes glued to Donovan’s beautiful, rigid cock with the purple tip. Marco licked his lips in anticipation of the seed that was about to come forth from the slit of my future son.
“You may, Marco, enjoy,” I said, giving him permission.
Marco was on Donovan quickly, locking his lips around Donovan’s cock and sucking hard.
Donovan’s eyes bulged, his mouth open in rapt pleasure. “Lord, forgive me!” he cried out as his body released.
I loved the look on his face when he came, the surprise that something could feel so fucking good. He continued to make the most wonderful sounds of ecstasy, arching against me as I rode him through his orgasm. Marco moaned, his eyes closing as he fed on the creamy seed from Donovan’s cock. There was quite a lot of it, almost as if it’d been pent up inside of him just waiting to be released. Donovan clung to me, his hands gripping my arms as he quaked in sexual frenzy. I continued fucking him even as tears poured from his eyes.
I knew why he was crying, the shame he felt because he had enjoyed it. He wanted me to fuck him, he wanted to feel that pleasure again and again, and he would. My cock was pounding away inside of him, bringing us both to the peak of sexual heaven. I knew first-hand what he was experiencing, because I was very much like him when Tylendel and Ara had showed me the way to true happiness.
Once more, Donovan cried out in pleasure, his fingers gripping my skin tightly as he came hard. This time, Marco wasn’t feeding on it as he’d had his fill. Donovan’s cock erupted, coating us in his sticky, white cum as mine filled him from within, marking him, claiming him as mine. I didn’t move right away once it was over. I wanted him to feel my cock softening inside of him, for him to know that I came in his body as he came all over us.
He looked up at me with eyes full of tears. I wiped one of his eyes dry and smiled at him. “Let this be the last time you ever shed tears for allowing yourself to feel pleasure. Denial is not the way of the vampire, Donovan. We indulge, as is our right as true gods who walk this earth. As I have done so for nearly a thousand years.”
It was then that I bit him, taking him by surprise. Again, he felt pleasure as I fed on his blood, and I loved the fact that he was looking up at the roof of the cathedral as his life drifted away. Of course, I wouldn’t let him die, only I had control of that, not his god. Once he reached that point, I pulled away and then forced him to drink my blood.
The humans in the church were beside themselves with fear and bewilderment. Was I a demon who was now turning their precious priest into a demon? Was I taking his soul? All sheer foolishness from the minds of weaklings. I was making him the most powerful thing they would ever see right before they met their ends.
I let Donovan feed as I had with all my children, until I began to feel the weakness and nausea that followed. I was used to the pain of theembracingby then, not that I liked it. But it was necessary and I never let it deter me from claiming a son. I pulled away and walked towards the humans, enthralling them to stand and give themselves to us.
While Donovan went through the evacuation process his body had to, cleaning out everything it didn’t need, I fed on two of the humans, killing them both and strengthening my body. Once Donovan was done, I ordered him to feed on the remaining two. He refused at first, but not surprising, he lacked Michael’s iron clad resolve. Once I ripped the throat of one of the women, he couldn’t fight his nature, his hunger. He latched on to the flowing blood like a baby to its mother’s teat.
He killed both humans, then cried and prayed about it afterward, which I found most annoying. I supposed they all couldn’t be like Marco or Bruce… at first. But I was determined to break him and I had yet to fail in taming a stubborn child. Therefore, I was up for the challenge.
Donovan was a different kind of stubborn, however. Feeding when the hunger for blood became too much to bear and then hating himself for being what he considered too weak to fight the demons from within.
