Page 36 of Theoden
“You have lost a lot of blood,” Titus said as he wiped some of the blood from my lips with his thumb. He sucked his thumb covered in my blood into his mouth and licked it clean. “Your blood tastes different than any other’s I have ever had. Smells different too.”
“Like what?” I asked, curious.
“Of both vampire and dragon. It is as if I can taste the fire of the dragons in your blood as well as the life pulse of the vampire, our Father’s blood inside of you,” Titus said, then he reached over, grabbing me by the back of my head and pulled me forward to lick the blood from my lips and chin.
I let him. I had learned my lesson last night that I couldn’t deny my brothers my body. The last thing I wanted was to incur Ara’s wrath again. Just thinking back to the endless days I spent chained to the cross, starving in every way I could starve and wishing death upon myself just to escape the anguish, was torture. I didn’t think anything could break me, but I had been wrong. Ara broke me.
Titus finished cleaning blood off my face and neck with his tongue and released his hold on me. “You make my cock hard, boy.”
I looked down to see his cock was thick with blood and poking through his loincloth. He turned me around and pushed me toward the wall until I was pressed against it. With one swift movement, he undid my loincloth, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
“We should be practicing and I need to feed,” I said.
“You are half dragon, fucking you is feeding you,” Titus said, then I heard him spit and I knew he was going to use it to slick his cock.
“I need blood,” I stated.
“Which you will receive once I have planted my seed in you, brother,” Titus stated, then he kicked my legs apart, spreading me wide right before plunging his cock deep inside me.
I gasped and arched, standing on the tips of my toes as if to get away from the brutal assault. Titus gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him as he pumped his cock inside of me hard and fast as if he were racing to reach his climax. He grunted like a beast as he fucked me. A string of curse words left his mouth as he praised how wonderful my ass felt to his cock.
It was true, as a half dragon, I could feel myself growing a bit stronger as Titus fucked me, but I knew I still needed blood. In spite of the weakness I felt, I was also feeling the pleasure of Titus’ cock as it rubbed against that nub inside of me. The one that seemed to release the dragon power I held inside my very being.
I moaned and my eyes rolled up inside my head as the pleasure grew and grew. “Ahhh, mmmm, ahhh fuck,” I cursed as my balls began to tingle.
“Yeesss, I know it feels so good to you, brother,” Titus said as he gripped both my shoulder and hip. His thrusts only increased in both speed and pressure and we both groaned in pleasure until we released. Titus roared as his seed filled me. I could feel the hot fluid hitting my insides even as it seeped out and down my thighs with every pump of his hips.
My own cock squirted my milky, white seed all over the stone wall. I watched as it began to drip down the wall. A man’s essence was what Tylendel had called it. He had said it was a beautiful thing, and I had to agree. It was the very essence of life and sexual pleasure combined.
“That was amazing,” Titus said as he held me back against his chest.
We were both panting hard, which still confused me as vampires didn’t need to breathe to live, yet we did. Why?
“How do we… breathe and why?” I asked between heavy pants.
Titus pulled his softening cock from my ass, which left me feeling empty, but he still held me against him. “Vampires are mystical beings, little brother. Not every mystery has an answer.”
“How did we come into existence?” I asked.
He pushed me off him finally and turned me around. “You should ask Father these questions.”
“Will he answer them?”
Titus chuckled. “Do you think him a cruel monster, Théoden?” I looked off to the side and Titus grabbed my chin, turning my face toward his. “Answer me.”
“Everything I had been taught by the Church tells me he is. That demons created vampires,” I told him honestly.
“Our Father loves us. You will soon see that, for you do not even know what love feels like, you have never experienced it. Those men at the Church never loved you. They only wanted to control you. They call us demons, yet they were the ones who treated an innocent child as an object and not a human. Tell me, who were crueler?”
Again, I found myself speechless and in awe as I listened to Titus. “I…I…”
“When I was human, I had been captured by the Romans. My wife and son, murdered by them before me as punishment for rebelling against them by following my leader, Boudicca, into battle. I thought they would kill me too, but death was far too good for me, they said. I was taken prisoner and transported to Rome and sold into slavery.”
“I am sorry,” I said as I looked at him.
He gave me a slight smile. “I have never known such cruelty as I did at the hands of men. Human as I was human, but barely recognizable. I was raped, beaten, starved, and when I thought my days would end, I was sold again to a ludus. There, I was trained to fight to the death. Fighting in the arena was my only solace as the roar of the crowd, my enemy, was my only happiness. I was still subjected to the whims of my master and he raped the gladiators as he so chose, as it was his right.”
“How long did you fight as a gladiator?” I asked. It made sense to me now, Titus’ fighting style. It was as barbaric as it was skillful. Gladiatorial matches were not very common in Rome these days, not since the Roman Republic embraced Christianity.
