Page 106 of Theoden
Marco returned with two humans, one for me and one for his little brother. I fed quickly on mine and waited for Bruce to come out of the bath, which he was obviously enjoying.
“Bruce, if you don’t get your ass in here, you fucker!” Marco growled.
His Italian accent was thick as he pronounced the English words. He knew several languages at this point, not as many as I did, but more than he used to. Bruce would need to learn Arabic, Italian, Greek, and Hindu, as well as a few others. He had plenty of time to do so.
Bruce finally emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed. Marco shoved the human he was holding in his direction and he caught him. I waited to see if he’d need any direction or prodding. He didn’t. He sank his fangs into the flesh of his squirming victim and fed as greedily as Marco had on his first night. Once he was done, Marco got rid of the corpses.
The ceremony was not yet complete, as I wanted to brand him. I did not risk doing so beforeembracingBruce in fear that the brand wouldn’t take. The sun would be rising soon and I wanted to make sure everything was official. I had Bruce kneel before me again and Marco handed me the same branding iron I had used on him. He wore the mark of my House proudly, too. I heated up the brand using my dragon fire while Bruce looked on in amazement.
“You will learn to control the fire around you as your brother does, Bruce. Marco will teach you,” I said.
“I look forward to that, Father.” Bruce looked at Marco and smiled. I knew he felt the link between them and the two would get along well, in spite of him annoying Marco in their travels. I wanted my children to have a loving bond, and never to be at odds the way I was with Nolan and Miguel.
Once the brand had heated to the right temperature, I placed it against Bruce’s bared neck and he growled softly as his skin sizzled under the silver alloy symbol. I removed the brand and looked at the mark still smoking on my son’s flesh. It was a thing of beauty and I smiled at the sight of it.
“Wear this with honor,” I said.
“Proudly, Father,” Bruce said, then lightly touched the mark. He winced a little from the sting, but I could tell he was happy to have it.
“It will heal eventually,” I explained, then handed the brand back to Marco, who set it beside the fireplace. “Come, it is time for bed.” Bruce rose from the floor and both of my sons climbed in bed with me, one on either side. I felt our connection immediately and it made me feel extremely close to them. I would always protect and love them, this I knew for a fact. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me to blissful oblivion.
***
The next night was bittersweet as Rashad and Marco said their farewells. I was surprised, however, that Marco didn’t fuck him. I thought he would at least one last time. Bruce and I went hunting, where I showed him the finer points of catching human prey. He loved the chase and the taste of the blood as it pumped fast through human veins toward his greedy mouth. He truly was a gem among rocks. Marco did have the eye to catch such splendor.
We returned home and I left the two to bond more as brothers. I entered my study to return to my book and once again, I was deep into the story when I sensed Marco at my door.
“Come in,” I said.
He did. “You wanted to see me, Father?” he asked.
Did I? Oh! Yes, I did. I remembered now, sending for him, but he had been out with Bruce and it took him an hour to return home. I had forgotten having been so engrossed in this book. I closed it and placed it aside on the table and turned to face my child.
“You have brought me quite the son and I am extremely proud of you,” I said, and I saw Marco’s chest rise with the pride I was instilling in him as Ara had done for me.
“Thank you, Father,” he said, grinning.
“You have brought great honor to my House and Ara’s Kingdom for over a century and I feel that you should be rewarded. I want to give you a gift. Is there anything you desire?”
He turned, looking at me sideways as if suspicious of my generosity, and that made me curious. I had never lied to him, was he doubting me?
“Anything, Father?” he asked, one eyebrow arched.
Ahhh, so he was doubting me. That was disappointing. There would be nothing he could ask for that I wouldn’t grant him. I was almost tempted to read his thoughts, but I hadn’t done that in twenty years as he was always honest with me—sometimes brutally so, and needed to be reprimanded.
I sighed, annoyed by his question. “What do you desire, boy?”
“You, Father,” he said. “The sweetness of your ass.”
Well, ummm…. That took me completely by surprise and I was at a loss for words. It took me a full minute to recover from the boldness of his request. He knew that I only submitted to three people in my life, and he was asking me if he could become one of them. Even if it was for one night. I now understood his apprehension. He thought I would refuse him, but I was a man of my word. I told him that I would grant his wish, this would be my gift to him… a most precious gift.
I rose from my chair and walked over to him. I reached up, taking hold of the nape of his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. His lips were stiff at first, but then he relaxed and opened as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He was moaning now, savoring what I was doing to him, and when I pulled away, his cock was bulging through his pants.
“You want the gift of my ass?” I asked him.
He blushed, he actually blushed. I hadn’t thought him capable of blushing. It was actually very uncharacteristic of him and kind of cute. I dared not tell him, for he’d probably deny it.
“Yes, Father. It is the only thing I want. You have already given me everything a man like me could ask for. I just want you, Sire. My cock pounding in your ass from the front, back, side, and you cumming from my cock in your hole,” Marco said. “And I want to cum inside you.”
