Page 66 of Theoden
I raised an eyebrow at that. Sure, I had learned in my time that it was a gift Ara had bestowed upon me, but at the time, I had many reasons to refuse. The sentiments of a foolish and delusional young man. I was much older and wiser now. I still didn’t know how I felt about Raphael. He was beautiful and appeared to be fearless, both qualities I admired. However, I wondered what would happen to me now that he was there.
I entered the palace with Raphael in tow. I led him back to the great hall where he had undergone his rebirth, and my brothers and their sons were feeding. My mouth began to water as the scent of blood and their sexual desires filled the air. “Your newest son, Father,” I announced, presenting Raphael to Ara.
Ara released the human he had been feeding on and it was a different one from the human he had bitten before I left. “Come, Raphael, feed.” He beckoned for Raphael to join him and he did, kneeling at Ara’s feet.
The human Ara had been feeding on was offered to Raphael, and he took the human into his hands. I watched as Raphael let his nature guide him and he struck, sinking his fangs into the flesh of the human. His first feeding, his first kill.
I turned from them to seek out my own humans to feed from. Six were left from the lot, and I grabbed two males. I fed on one until his last breath and the other, he was quite pretty. I would want to hear his moans of pleasure and taste his seed when I fed from him again. I let him live.
My one hunger had been sated, but now, I needed to feed my sexual thirst. I had to pick a brother to fuck, perhaps I would fuck Raphael. He was beneath me in status, so maybe Ara would allow me to top him, which was something I hadn’t been allowed to do with my brothers.
I walked over to Raphael and looked down at him. He was reeling from the blood swoon, his cock hard and jutting upward, ready for pleasure. I began to remove my clothing and I looked at Ara for his silent permission.
He smiled slyly, one side of his mouth curving upward as he realized my intentions. He gave me a short nod and I lowered myself between Raphael’s legs.
“Should I sate my little brother’s hunger, Father?” I heard Nolan say from behind.
I turned and saw him watching me, a wicked grin on his bloodstained lips. “You will have me for a whole month, brother. Pace yourself,” I shot back.
Ara burst into laughter and clapped his hands together. “Indeed, you will, Nolan. Allow your younger brothers this pleasure. Fuck another,” he ordered.
I was so nervous and excited at the same time. To be able to stick my cock inside another’s body… to feel the pleasure of conquering my quarry… I felt like I was about to lose my virginity all over again. My cock was leaking my seed—generously so! I reached down, taking hold of my flesh, and slicked my seed over it.
I aimed my cock at Raphael’s hairy hole and pushed inside of him. He gasped and arched off the floor. His eyes bulged as he reached up, gripping my biceps.
“Ahh, you are huge!” he announced.
It was true, nothing about me was average. My cock was larger than most men, even larger than Ara, Karim, and Nolan’s, but not Titus’. He was an inch longer and thicker than I was. Raphael gritted his teeth together as I slid deeper inside of him. My body shuddered with pleasure as I mounted him.
Oh, sweet Jesus! Such unrelenting bliss, to be inside a man. To feel his heat and the walls of his body gripping my flesh as I thrust inside him. He was starting to relax as the pleasure of me fucking him took hold. His legs widened, giving me better access, and I fucked him harder and faster, milking my cock to its climax.
“Ohh, ahhh,” Raphael panted over and over, along with a few curse words.
I groaned and moaned in ecstasy as my entire body lit up with sensation, and all of it stemming from my cock. This was what my Father and brothers felt when they were inside of me. This was what a man felt whenever he took a whore and spread their legs. I wanted to experience this feeling over and over, and now with Raphael, I could.
I would have to submit to my elder brothers, but he would always have to submit to me. Having a younger brother was beginning to show its perks. Raphael began to quake under me, his thighs quivering as his cock released all over his stomach and chest.
Seeing his pleasure piqued my own and I tensed as my body reached its limit. I roared as I came, my seed filling Raphael as I rocked hard against him. I wanted to sink my fangs into his neck, to drain his blood as I emptied myself inside of him, but I knew that would mean death for him. Or, at the very least, take away from his pleasure, as I knew how to withhold my venom. I didn’t want that. My life was filled with restraint as much as it was filled with freedoms.
I pulled out of him, my cock wet and sticky, but well sated and going limp. I looked at Raphael and he was reeling from having been fucked by me. I was no mere mortal, or vampire for that matter. He had been introduced to my dragon essence and would desire it from now on, just like everyone else did. But with him… I had the power. I could give him my cock or deny him, it was my right as his elder brother.
“Now that we have had our fill of blood, may I offer you some sport,” Ara said, making a grand gesture with his arms outstretched.
I got up and dressed quickly. “The Games, Father?” I asked, hoping that was what he was referring to.
Ara grinned and nodded, to my delight. “To the courtyard.”
Raphael climbed to his feet and began to put on his clothes. I hadn’t even noticed the pile of garments in the corner of the room. He dressed quickly and I waited for him.
“I really enjoyed that,” he said, motioning to my cock.
I smirked. “And you will have the pleasure of my cock again.” I reached over and caressed his strong jawline. I could tell by how he gazed back at me, his lust ever apparent, that he would submit to me whenever I wanted him to. I turned, and he followed as I led him to the courtyard.
I took my spot beside Nolan on the balcony, and Raphael sat down next to me. Below us in the courtyard, stood two werewolves in their beast forms. This wasn’t my first time seeing Ara’s Werewolf Games. It was one of his favorite pastimes and these beasts were ours to command. Slaves to us like any human in our cells.
When Ara wanted to be entertained, he would pit them against each other. He had over ten werewolves in his possession. Five of which I’d caught myself at his behest. It was easy to catch them when they were alone. Unfortunately, that might be changing. There was growing news of wolves forming packs; those who escaped subjugation had found salvation with other wolves. What was once just a rumor had been proven to be truth when a wolf pack stormed a small village in Greece, killing the vampires and freeing the wolves that had been held as prisoners.
It was something Ara kept a close eye on, and he wasn’t the only one. I would never allow one of those mangy beasts to harm him or his Kingdom. I sat back and watched as Ara gave the word to start the match. The vampires who had control of the silver chains, keeping the beasts from fleeing or harming each other until the start of the match, let go of the levers.
