Page 49 of Theoden
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A JOYOUS PARTING
I was standing in front of an ornate mirror as one of our human servants dressed me in customary Persian garments. The fabric of my jameh and shalvar was lavish and very beautiful, and I marveled at the ruby pendent that was pinned to my chest.
My hair was in a long braid and my facial hair had been shaved, which happened every other night when my beard would began to grow back. I looked at my reflection and didn’t recognize the man staring back at me. I was no longer that boy who thought he could take on a vampire King nearly two months ago.
It was two weeks since my training with Tylendel and I was still missing his presence. Something that didn’t please my Father. Ara knew the training was necessary, as he couldn’t teach me what Tylendel could, but he vowed to put centuries between Tylendel and me if I continued to show desires for the dragon Knight.
He had even beaten me once when the mere mention of Tylendel’s name sent me into a state of arousal, and when my Father saw the rise in my crotch, it had enraged him. After he beat me, he fucked me. It was his way of reclaiming what was rightfully his and that his cock should be the only one I lusted for.
There was good news regarding Tylendel’s visit, however. My Father was pleased to know that I was immune to fire and could control it. That I could take flight like a bird and other dragons. That I could seduce and create pleasure in others like dragons could. My power was not as strong, but it was enough to gratify Ara greatly.
“You look beautiful, my son,” Ara said, capturing my attention.
I hadn’t even known he had entered the bedroom. I turned to face him now that the human servant was finished. “Thank you, Father.”
He walked over to me, reaching up to run his fingers over my smoothly shorn jawline. “Ahhh, yes, I do prefer you this way, Théoden. Make sure to keep your facial hair shaven.”
I was actually missing my beard the most, but I dared not challenge Ara. “Yes, Father.”
Ara took hold of my chin between his finger and thumb, tilting my face downward. “I expect you to do so without fail.”
I nodded. “Yes, Father.”
He released my face and ran his hands over my shoulders. “Magnificent.”
“Thank you, Sire.”
He smiled as he looked at me. “One day, Théoden, when you are ready, we will all gather formally for you at your own celebration.”
I returned the smile with a slight nod. “I look forward to that day, Father.”
“I hope you are not looking forward to that day too earnestly,” he said. “Are you that eager to leave me?”
“No Father, please do not think that so. I only want to please you and when you feel that day has come for me, I will know that I have lived up to your expectations.”
Ara’s smile grew broader and he nodded. “Excellent answer, my son. Come now, it is time.”
He turned and began walking toward the door, and I followed. Tonight was the celebration for Nolan. He was to become a Lord, and in doing so, he would be leaving Ara’s home and taking one of his own. Both of my eldest brothers had their own homes. Karim was Lord of district one, and it was his house I had been led to in the beginning when I thought we were infiltrating Ara’s home.
Titus was Lord of district two, and he too had his own home. I was looking forward to Nolan moving out and into his own home, preferably one very far away. He would become Lord of district three. Titus had explained it to me when I had inquired about it during one of our training sessions. It was almost like a Rite of Passage for Ara to give his son a Lordship and home when they reached at least three centuries of age.
He felt that each son would be strong enough and wise enough to build their own House and increase his empire. Along with a Lordship came the responsibility of siring a new vampire. I didn’t know if Nolan wanted to become a Father to a vampire fledgling. Nor did I care. Both Karim and Titus had children of their own.
Karim had four children, two sons and two daughters. Titus had only two sons. I had met their children, but had not fucked their children as their Fathers, my brothers, didn’t want to share. Perhaps they didn’t want their children to desire me more than them. As I had learned in my training with Tylendel, my body was a temple of pleasure.
My ass secreted a fluid that felt amazing when it came in contact with a cock. The saliva in my mouth could make a cock sing according to my brother, Titus. I was not allowed to feed on my brothers for fear that my venom was poisonous to them if it entered their bloodstream.
Though I was barred from feeding from my brothers or my Father, I had been counseled by Ara that he wanted my venom to be used to kill our enemies or disobedient vampires. Ara wanted me to be his executioner. My training with Titus was coming to a point where I would be ready to go out and perform my mission and carry out Ara’s decree.
I would be dishonest if I said I was not looking forward to this. I wanted to be his executioner. I wanted to be useful to him. To earn his praise and possibly rise above all others in his eyes.
“Lofty goals, my son,” Ara said as he turned to me.
Again, I had been lost in my thoughts and had not taken into account that he would be listening in. “I only want to live up to the potential you see in me, Father.”
“That is what I want as well. I do not wish to be disappointed,” Ara said.
