Page 29 of Theoden
I wrapped my arms around him as my thighs tightened around his waist while he pumped his cock inside of the place that gave me such satisfaction. My body was singing in delight as he sexed me, every nerve throbbed with energy as the pleasure rippled through my loins. I felt myself growing stronger with each thrust. The power he had given me charged throughout my limbs with every kiss, suck, and lick of his tongue and lips.
“Father… oohhh… ahhhhh,” was all I could say as he fed me sexually with his body. My own member was hard and leaking fluid. I was also ready to burst once again and I did, screaming, grunting, and clinging to Ara as another powerful climax exploded from me.
With every orgasm, it seemed that my mental faculties were coming back to me and I was becoming more aware of my surroundings. The scent of blood and male fluids was thick in the room, so much so, it was almost all I could smell. The rug I was laying on was soaked in it and my body was covered in blood, as was Ara’s.
Ara held my hands down and continued to pound deep inside of me, his thrusts coming faster and harder. He held my hands down with one hand and gripped my throat with the other, keeping my gaze on him in the most violent way. Again, I felt another orgasm working its way through me.
“Yes, beautiful. Give it to me,” Ara commanded.
It was as if my body was responding to his command, because I arched as I cried out. My aching cock, which had not softened even after two releases, unloaded once again. Streaks of whiteness flew from my slit, coating my stomach and chest with sticky wetness.
“Yes! Yes, Théoden… give into your hunger, son. This is what you are, relish it,” Ara said as he continued to thrust into me. My body was slick with sweat and other fluids, as was Ara’s, and I could tell he was finally coming close to his own climax. Our eyes were locked as he rocked over me.
I knew then that I was his and would never defy him again. The stare he was giving me taunted me to challenge him and when I lowered my gaze, I heard Ara grunt in satisfaction. He released his grip on my throat and on my wrists.
“Embrace me, my child,” Ara said, and I wrapped my arms around him again and kissed his mouth, cheeks, and neck. I felt myself submitting to him and when I did, it felt as if a weight was being lifted from my very soul. Tears flowed from my eyes as I gave in to my Sire, and this time, my surrender was forever.
Ara embraced me as well, our bodies tightly locked as we both reached our pinnacle. Ara roared in my ear as he shook hard against me, his seed spilling inside of my body, marking me as his. My own seed spilled from my cock, coating both of our stomachs in my essence.
“Ahhhh!” I gasped as my hunger finally settled. I was sated in every way and I’d never known such peace. No amount of prayers had ever given me such solace as what Ara had given me through the power of blood and sex. Perhaps I was destined to be damned. At least now, I was eternal and would never have to find out if hell was real or not. Besides, I experienced what must only be a taste of heaven with every drop of blood I drank and every thrust of cock I spread my legs for.
This was happiness and contentment.
“Yes, my child. It is,” Ara said. He raised himself up so he was looking down at me. “Let this be the last time I ever have to teach you this lesson, Théoden.”
I nodded. “I will not disobey you again, Sire,” I promised.
“If you do, in even the slightest way, these past ten days in which you suffered unimaginable agony will become twenty days,” Ara warned, and just the thought of starving for twenty days made me want to scream in terror. Suffering as I had for ten days was enough to drive anyone to take their own life. I had wanted to die, just as Ara had said I would, but no such relief came to me. He would not allow it.
Again, I nodded. “I am yours, Father,” I said, knowing the words he wanted to hear and saying the words I needed to believe in. I was his… his son… his warrior.
“Now this… this pleases me, child,” Ara said, then he climbed off me and I moaned as his cock left my body. He chuckled. “Do not despair, Théoden. Your brothers will take care of your needs and desires every night until I say otherwise. You will not deny cock in his house and will submit without fight to your brothers and, of course, to me. If you refuse, you know the punishment you will face. Do you understand?”
I didn’t know who my brothers were, save for Nolan, whom I didn’t care for. However, I knew I couldn’t shun any advances from them or face a fate that would be far worse than if I had just given in. So, I nodded. “Yes, Sire… I understand.”
Ara smiled. “Wisely so.” He walked away and for the first time in a long time, I could look around the room with clear vision. The first thing I saw was the many discarded corpses that were strewn about. I had fed on these men, ripping into their bodies and drinking greedily of their blood. I looked at each one and when my eyes settled on one I recognized, I gasped in shock and crawled over to him.
“Ashur!” I scooped him in my arms. His throat was a torn mess of shredded flesh and gaping holes as if a wild beast had ripped into him. His eyes were staring forward and empty of all life. Ashur was my friend, more than Samuel, it would seem, which was the only reason I was going to spare his life.
“He was the first you fed upon,” Ara said from across the room.
I turned to him, seeing him lying on the bed with Nolan sucking his cock. “I wanted to spare him, Sire,” I stated.
Ara smirked. “Then you should not have shown me such disrespect. When you do, I take away your pretty things and destroy them.”
I didn’t bother to say anything more, what could I have said? When I woke up that day and declared I would never accept the life Ara had given me, I had sealed Ashur’s fate. Another lesson learned. I laid his body down gently and as soon as I did, I was lifted by my arm and dragged to the bed by another very powerful vampire. I could sense his aura and it was even more powerful than Nolan’s.
He tossed me on the bed and I finally got to see what he looked like. His brunette hair was in a single braid draped over his shoulder. His gray eyes were accented by sharply arched eyebrows and long lashes. His narrow nose looked to be a bit too big for his face and his thin lips were curled up in a lecherous grin as he pulled my legs apart. He had a chiseled jaw and a square head. He wasn’t handsome at all, which was the opposite of Nolan. He was, however, powerfully built with muscles rippling over tanned, scared skin.
“I have been waiting to taste your cunt, boy,” he said.
“You will have to wait a bit longer, brother. His cunt is mine to taste next,” another voice said with a Persian accent. “Step aside, Titus.”
Titus growled but released my legs as he stepped back, making room for the other male to approach me. I sat up on the bed to see a beautiful man walking toward me. He was as stunning as Ara was and looked to almost be his twin. The only difference being that he was nearly as pretty as a woman, and probably could have been mistaken for one. His body was slender but well-muscled, and the dark skin that covered every muscle was smooth and very beautiful.
He smiled down at me, even though I could tell he was shorter than I was, about the same height as Ara. He placed his hands on my knees and pushed my legs apart, then he looked between them, examining me.
“So lovely and overflowing with your seed, Father,” he said.
