6 comments/ 26360 views/ 13 favorites Vampiric Lust Ch. 01 By: Slappy101 *Hello everyone, this is my latest fantasy story, which I hope to become more than just a single chapter. This relies strongly on my fan feedback. It's discouraging when you get no feedback to your work, as some of you may know. It almost feels like you've wasted time. So, if you like this story and would like to see more, at the very least vote for it. At the most, leave some feedback, that would be great. The better the response, the quicker the sequel chapter. Now, this first chapter involves a lot of male homosexual sex. It is my first attempt at writing man on man smut, and I'd like to think that it went rather well, but if you don't like that kind of stuff then you probably shouldn't read on. There is also some violence, vampires, and prostitution. The story is based in a world of my own creation, and so the races will make little sense to anyone, but that's of no real consequence. The vampires, which the story is based around, are my own personal vampires, and so there are some things different to them than typical vampires. Future stories will have much more heterosexual sex, but will still have a good amount of violence and the like. These stories may not be for the weak stomached. So, before reading, know your likes and dislikes, and know your limits. I truly hope that many will enjoy it, despite my warnings, but I don't want anyone to read something that they would vastly dislike. If there are things you don't like, or things you'd like to see, leave me feedback telling me about it. Thank you, and enjoy.* * Lokan was only nineteen years old when his entire life saw fit to change; or perhaps end is the better word. He was a bright young man, somewhat strong, quick-witted, and rather popular in his small village. He performed well while he was in school, and since he'd moved out of his parents' house he'd built a small home of his own and worked at the local market selling tools. His biggest fault was probably his tendency to give into his perverted desires, despite his proper upbringing. The young silver haired man was fine with this one flaw in his personality, because as far as he could see he wasn't hurting anyone. A peeping tom was a far better thing to be than a murderer. So, he often found himself staring at waitresses at the restaurants in town, or trying to catch glimpses inside of the local brothel. He'd even peeked at his older sister on numerous occasions when they were growing up together. On the last quiet night of his life, Lokan was hidden in a leafy, green bush, though its color was all but lost under the dim light of the half-moon. Quietly he waited there, obscured from the vision of any passerby, but with a grand view into a dank smelling room from between two loose boards making up the wall of Tallen's Brothel. The night around him was quiet, the sound of cicadas easily heard, and the light trot of horse hooves on the dirt roads in the distance. Lokan was rather positive that no one would be able to spot him in his position, and he was also pretty certain that no one would be around this area anyhow, especially out behind the brothel rather than in front or inside. Currently Lokan's rope belt had been unfastened, which allowed his dark brown cotton pants and underpants to fall down around his ankles as he stood there peeking between the loose boards with his flaccid cock in his right palm, while his left palm was firmly planted on the wall above his head for support. With his left eye clenched shut he watched the scene within the room eagerly and patted the base of his cock lightly, encouraging it to grow and stiffen. Within the confines of the windowless brothel, a particularly attractive young woman had her lips wrapped around an older man's shaft and her head was bobbing back and forth along his length casually. Lokan couldn't quite make out her face, but her body was extraordinary. She had long black hair cascading down her slim, toned shoulder and about halfway down her back. Squatting there with her legs spread, Lokan couldn't help but notice the attractive dimples above her plump little ass and the pair of strong legs that supported her petite body. Her form was completely nude, but due to her position the horny young man couldn't see any of her private parts; this didn't stop his hand from stroking furiously over his rigid cock. The lewd slurps that made their way into Lokan's ears were just egging him on, and by the look on the middle-aged man's face as his hand stroked through the girl's silky black hair, he could tell that this young woman had some skill with her tongue. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous as he watched the prostitute slurp away, but his hand felt good enough against his skin in the cool darkness of the night, and the thrill of being outside while he touched himself was perhaps more of a thrill than if the beautiful young whore were wrapping her lips around him instead of the old stranger. After a few more moments, the blow job was halted and the young whore stood up and stretched for a moment before sitting down on the stiff bed they were supplied. She shook her hair out a bit, causing her to look in Lokan's direction and his heart skipped a beat. He knew the girl, at least a little. He'd seen her and even spoken to her a bit at the market. Her name was Lizabeth, though Lokan had had no idea that she was a prostitute when he'd spoken with her. She'd seemed so normal. Her face was gorgeous, even obscured by her hair. She had soft features to her tanned face, but her eyes were slightly angular and her nose a bit flatter than his people, the Todors. If Lokan was to make a guess, he'd suppose that she was a Sandalian, but he was no expert on identifying races. As Lizabeth sat there, she spread her legs for the dark haired man, and Lokan got a nice view of her lightly furred snatch, with its dark puffy outer lips and slick pink inner folds peeking out. Her breasts were bared to him now as well, and Lokan couldn't complain here either. Each tit was nicely rounded and obviously more than a handful without being too much to handle. Some men loved the big bosoms, but Lokan had always preferred to have just enough rather than too much. The man soon moved into Lokan's view, just as Lizabeth looked in his direction. His heart skipped a beat again as he thought perhaps she'd noticed him. However, after a few moments his fear subsided and the pulsating ache of his cock was all that occupied his mind. The man sank his length, which was obviously less than Lokan's own meaty organ, full into Lizabeth and began pounding in and out of her as she cooed and moaned at him, tossing her head in ecstasy, whether it was faked or not. All Lokan could see was the shuddering of her strong thighs which were tossed into the air on either side of the man's broad back. The silver-haired young man continued stroking at his thick meat as he awaited a better view, and then he caught Lizabeth peeking around the man's body and stare directly at him. As a reflex, Lokan quickly moved his body from the peeping hole and his heart rate increased ten fold. She must have seen him. She had to have. His eyes closed and his head fell back upon the wooden boards of the brothel as he cursed himself in his mind. He could never speak to her again after that. Even if she hadn't noticed that it was him, it would jut be too awkward. His cock was still rigid and pointing into the air before him, surrounded on either side by a lush green bush, and Lokan continued to curse and fret as he prepared himself for another attempt at peeking. However, when he opened his eyes once more he was given the shock of his life. Standing before him was a tall muscular figure. He was about as tall as Lokan, who was easily six foot tall, and his muscles were quite a bit bigger, giving him a broader figure. As Lokan clenched at his chest as a reaction to being scared to hell and back, he took in the stealthy man's features. He had long black hair down to his shoulders, and a beautiful face, very masculine and handsome as well as being soft and somewhat feminine at the same time. Lokan had never felt an attraction to the opposite sex for the most part, but he couldn't help thinking about how handsome this tall man appeared to be. Upon the man's face sat a quirky grin, as if he knew something that Lokan didn't. Otherwise, he seemed completely calm, standing still between the silver-haired teenager and the bushes that were supposed to conceal him. The stranger wore upon his body black leather clothing that fit rather tightly without being too tight for comfort. A slight movement caught Lokan's attention and he tensed, glancing up into the man's eyes for the first real time and noticing the blood red color of them, along with the fact that they almost seemed to swirl as he gazed into them. Without warning, Lokan's breathing ceased and he realized that the man's strong hand was fastened about his throat and that he was suspended in the air. His eyes grew wide and he managed to mouth, "What do you want?" Though the words barely were able to escape his throat. The man revealed a toothy grin now, flashing a pair of pronounced canines to Lokan and chortled lightly, "I want you," he said quietly, and then Lokan felt the man's other hand fasten around his now semi-hard cock and begin to pull back and forth on it. Lokan didn't want to admit how good the stranger's warm hand felt around his pulsing shaft, and he struggled against the stronger man futilely, kicking a bit and swatting at the strong arm around his throat. The man just smiled handsomely, his eyes drilling into Lokan's own deep blue set, as his hand moved swiftly and deliberately against the sensitive flesh of Lokan's again fully hard dick. It wasn't long in this odd, yet sensual embrace, before Lokan felt as if his balls were going to explode, though very much against his will. At this point, the handsome, dark haired man leaned in and whispered to him, "I'm going to release you now, but you will not scream, you will not run, and you will not seek any sort of help. You're going to be a good boy." The man said it with such certainty that Lokan truly wanted to laugh right there, but he was very unable to and felt as if he was on the verge of passing out. However, true to his word, the tall stranger lowered Lokan to the ground and he weakly gained his balance, placing one hand on the wall behind himself for support. He immediately tried to run, but found that his legs wouldn't obey him. Not only that, but his voice refused to come forth when he opened his mouth to call out. Internally Lokan began screaming at himself, trying to force himself forward, but nothing would respond correctly. As he fought with himself in his head, he noticed that the man had taken off his leather shirt and was now dropping down onto his knees, both smooth, warm hands now wrapping themselves around Lokan's throbbing meat. The strong, soft hands began working at his tender flesh, one rubbing slowly up and down his shaft, while the other began caressing at the sweaty scrotum dangling beneath his manhood. Lokan was truly shocked now. He felt as though he should run, or at least want to run, but thinking the situation over, he no longer felt compelled to flee. Instead, he began to buck his hips and his entire body shivered when he felt the man's thin, moist lips part just in front of the fat purple head of his cock and then close once more halfway around his shaft. The man's hot breath and slick tongue began cradling Lokan's aching manhood and he knew that he was on the brink of coming. Glancing down briefly, he saw the man's dark head begin bobbing on his length and Lokan quickly closed his eyes and began listening intently to the faded moaning of Lizabeth still reaching him from inside and he eagerly began imagining her beautiful features surrounded his thick prick, slurping back and forth on it with increasing ferocity. The pleasure of this strange man's erotic treatment soon became unbearable and Lokan could feel his balls tensing in the man's strong palm as they shot thick white ropes of sticky cum into the man's mouth. His seed spewed abruptly from his fat, swollen head, exploding with a great amount of force, and Lokan knew that each thick rope was splattering against the back of this man's throat. Lokan felt like he was coming for several minutes, his cock twitching in the slimy confine of the man's mouth as his balls drained themselves delightfully. Once he was completely drained of his life-giving juices the fair skinned fellow stood up, brushing off his knees, and Lokan noticed the large bulge in his leather trousers. Licking his lips with a sly smile he nearly purred, "I needed that. That sweet-salty provider of life. But now it's my turn, boy." Blinking a bit, Lokan contemplated the idea of sucking on this man's thick throbbing cock, and the idea was not all that appalling to him surprisingly. It became even more appealing as the man undid the buckle on his leather belt, and let his black pants slide down his thighs. That rigid, veiny organ bobbed free, appearing to be a little over eight inches in length. It looked so thick and beautiful to Lokan that he actually began to drool a bit. However, when the man spoke, Lokan began slightly afraid and severely disappointed, "Turn around and place your hands against the walls, boy." Lokan did as he was told against his will. "Good, now spread your thighs a bit. Hmm, what nice firm cheeks you have." Lokan cringed a bit as he felt the man groping his ass cheeks and spreading them lewdly, as if he was some ten cent whore. He heard the wet sound of the man salivating on one thick finger before he felt it pressed against his virgin backdoor. Lokan clenched his teeth tightly, wanting to scream, or clench his buttocks, but being unable to do anything that may hinder this strange man's wishes. Within that same moment there was a slick digit wiggling in his rear, spreading his pucker with its girth. The next thing the man did was spit in his palm and use that makeshift lubrication on his thick cock, like it would really help much. Two seconds later Lokan was letting out a howl of pain in his mind, whilst the man pumping his cock into the younger man's ass let out a satisfied groan with his hands planted on the young man's hips. As the large man pushed himself further into that tight, unexplored entrance, Lokan could feel his flesh ripping and the warm, painful sensation of blood trickling through his anus and then down his thighs. Whether it was the blood itself, or the improved lubrication, Lokan was unsure, but the stranger seemed provoked and shoved the rest of his length into Lokan's anus before drawing out and pumping back in, beginning to fuck the young man in earnest. All the silver-haired prey could do was brace himself against the wall and clench his teeth tightly. As the man continued his assault on Lokan's anus, he made lewd grunts and groans, obviously enjoying the hot, bloody tightness of his backside. Soon he even began to grunt comments into Lokan's ear. One such comment was, "You're being such a good boy," and oddly enough, Lokan felt a feeling of relief wash over his body at hearing this, though the pain in his ass was still throbbing. As the man's grunting and humping began to quicken, Lokan predicted that it would all be over soon. He even tightened his asshole willingly, trying to provoke the stranger to finish up. In and out the man continued to pump, his hips bucking against Lokan's hairy ass cheeks and their ball sacks swung into one another with every thrust. It wasn't until one rather fervent thrust that banged their balls against one another that Lokan opened his eyes finally and stared down in horror at the sight that greeted him. He'd unknowingly become rock hard once more, and it was then that he realized the amazing sensation that each thwap of this man's heavy balls against his own swelling testicles sent pulsing through his groin. After just a few more heavy thrusts from the strong man straddling his backside, Lokan could feel the distinct sensation of an orgasm tightening in his scrotum again. Simultaneously the man slammed once more into Lokan's ass and hilted himself there, his dark bush pressing against the younger man's crack and his balls tightening up to his groin, while fitting snugly into Lokan's taint. Almost desperately, a strong, soft right hand slipped around the young man's waist and fastened around his cock, stroking at it eagerly again, pumping it firmly up and down. Suddenly Lokan felt that hot, sticky explosion shoot deep into his bowels, filling his anal cavity with hot, white seed, and his own scrotum exploded into the air before him, six thick ropes of stringy cum coating the old wooden planks of the building. After several silent moments, filled only by the hushed pants escaping Lokan's lips, and strangely no pants from the man still nestled between his bloody cheeks, he felt the limp remnants of that thick cock slide out of his torn hole. Lokan now managed to turn around and rest his back against the wooden wall as he felt the trickle of blood along his thighs, and soon something thicker which was apparently this man's cum. Looking at the man who had already refastened his belt, he managed to half-whisper, "Are we done here?" With only another handsome smile as his reply, the man was suddenly on top of Lokan, his arms embracing him and his mouth nuzzled into the space between throat and shoulder. Lokan was quite stunned at first, but then he felt the sharp pain of what felt like needles, along with a slow draining sensation, as if his energy were being completely sapped out of him. His skin grew colder and clammy, and his eyes began to flutter shortly as he felt his breathing slow and limbs go limp. Finally, his heart gurgled to a stop and the boy died. Releasing his mouth from the young man's neck, the vampire straightened himself and grinned, holding Lokan's limp body in his left arm as he drew his right index finger along the bite marks upon his neck. Wiping a bloody trail across his chest, he brought the dead man's mouth to the trail and forced him to suckle at it, if that's what you can call it. After the first drop entered his body, Lokan jolted awake, blinking rapidly as he hungrily lapped the rest of the blood from the man's smooth chest. "Good boy," the vampire cooed as Lokan collapsed onto the ground, breathing shallowly. Then, without warning, the demon burst through the wall that Lokan had been spying through previously and seized the sleeping man who had been fucking Lizabeth previously. He quickly twisted the man's head, snapping several rather important vertebrae and then tossed him over his shoulder and exited the way he'd come. Tossing the man ungracefully onto the ground he pointed and said in a deep, sensitive voice, "Feed, my boy." Lokan did as he was told, wanting to do anything that would bring him out of this hollow pain that he felt, being on the very brink of life and death, unsure of which he was closer to. He crawled weakly to the limp body and instinctively fasten his lips around the man's throat. Almost automatically his newly grown canines chomped into that soft, still-warm flesh and he began to drink hungrily, sucking the heavy-set man dry within a minute's time. As he released the man's body, Lokan gasped and felt his heart fluttering and beating erratically in his chest, however, when it suddenly stopped it was obvious that the heart no longer had any direct control over his body. He felt like a new man, he felt different, and yet he still felt weak. Clumsily managing to stand, he looked the other vampire over cautiously. "It will take some time for you to feel as you should," he said calmly, "I'll carry you for now." And with that, he swooped Lokan into his arms and they took off at an incredible speed, before anyone could discover them with the dead man's body. Vampiric Lust Ch. 01 They arrived at a mansion surrounded by perilous mountains nearly thirty minutes later, and the door was opened for them by a shorter man, whom Lokan identified as a vampire because he could hear no heart beat coming from the man's chest. The shorter man had short cropped dark brown hair, and though he was a bit thicker, rather than lean, he was also quite strikingly handsome to Lokan. Still riding in the tall vampire's strong arms, Lokan spotted a woman coming into the main hall with a curious, yet wicked, look upon her face. Her olive skin appeared flawless and her features all seemed extraordinary. Lokan could actually feel himself begin to lust after the woman. Striding confidently, the tall man made his way through several rooms before halting in a luxurious, yet very impersonal, bedroom. The bed was covered in red and purple silk covers and had like-colored goose-feather pillows resting at the head. Silk drapes fell around the bed and were also hanging along the walls. The silk sort of gave Lokan a cheesy feeling, but it was actually quite comfortable and homey as well. The man placed Lokan gently on the bed and then stepped back, appearing to look him over. Lokan looked back as well, examining his abductor in full, finally. His deep blue eyes ran over the man's entirety, and he noticed that the fellow now had gorgeous light green eyes which seemed very calming to him. His jaw was strong and there was a dimple in his chin. He had a strong, perfect nose, as if his entire face had been chiseled to perfection. "Welcome to my home," the tall man said, and Lokan could now pick up a slight accent in his voice, hinting that he was probably from the North Eastern lands of Caval. He offered Lokan a polite smile, though it seemed a bit cold. "You will be living here now, I hope that you like it. Dernal will see to it that you are comfortable," he gestured behind his left shoulder where the shorter man had just entered. "I'll be taking my leave for the time being." He turned to leave and then looked back, almost like an afterthought, "I am Xhaine Vortu, by the way. I'll learn more about you soon enough." And with that he was gone. The shorter fellow moved forward as Lokan shifted his weight on the bed, still feeling weak from the earlier ordeal. His mind was still a bit numb, not totally comprehending all of the events unfolding; perhaps passing them off as just a dream. He looked up at the stout and muscular vampire now, and with half-lidded eyes he admired his manly appearance. Strong brown eyes, short kept coarse brown hair, and a five o' clock shadow on his cheeks. The fellow spoke then with a small accent as well, but it sounded more like a Catharcian accent, meaning he probably came from the large trade capital of Catharcia in the south of the continent. "You need anything there? Any questions you'd like to ask?" As he stood there looking upon Lokan with slight interest the woman from early made her way into the room behind him, slinking casually and glancing at Lokan inquisitively. Soon her fingers were snaking their way through Dernal's brown hair seductively as he awaited Lokan's answer. Lokan's first question was slightly stupid, but it was to be expected, "You... you're vampires aren't you?" He shifted again, and noticed that his asshole didn't hurt at all anymore. Dernal nodded with a slight grin, reaching back to cup one of the raven-haired woman's ass cheeks unceremoniously. "Yep, we're definitely vampires. You are too now. I mean, i guess you kind of guessed that much right?" He leaned forward and patted Lokan on the chest, "No heart beat anymore right?" Lokan nodded, moving his hand to his own chest as if to check for himself, though he already knew that his heart no longer pumped blood. Then the voluptuous woman chuckle merrily and moved forward, "The new ones are always so darling to watch, aren't they Dern, dear? With that pathetic, dazed and confused look on their face." She took a seat on the edge of the bed and leaned in a bit to get a closer look. "This one is rather handsome though. Quite beautiful, isn't he Dernal? What's his name?" Dernal shrugged heavily, "Haven't asked him yet. Well," he said, moving a bit closer, "what's your name boy?" Lokan was slightly surprised at the smoldering eyes of this beautiful woman leaning toward him. She seems quite intently mesmerized by him, but Lokan had never thought he was all that special. He knew that he wasn't ugly, but he wasn't the most attractive guy in his village by any means. "I'm Lokan," he said dumbly, still examining the woman's beautiful, flawless features intently. She wasn't all that tall, but certainly not short. Her eyes were a smoldering emerald, and very almond and angled, almost seeming to pierce his soul as she examined him. Long lashes and full pouty lips gave her a sexy, lusty look, and her dark voluminous hair fell in loose curls about her shoulders and back. Her curves were nothing to scoff at either. Two well rounded breasts looked as if they were ready to burst out of her tight fitting leather top, allowing more than an eyeful of cleavage to spill out of her V-neck. They were a D cup easily, much more than a handful, and by the looks of it, she had thick nipples because they were easily poking their way through the leather. Her tummy was tight and trim, with just a little meat on it. Her hips then swelled out rather wide, as if they were made for children. Lokan, however, suspected that her hips were simply made to support the plump, well-rounded ass that stretched her leather pants enticingly. As she began to crawl toward him, she gave him a wicked, fanged smile, "Well, Lokan, I'm Ralia, and this is Dernal. We were sired by our master, Lord Xhaine." She curled up onto the bed a bit, just around Lokan's groin. Her hands immediately began stroking at his crotch, but her eyes stayed locked onto his deep blue ones. "Do you know what siring is Lokan?" He shook his head numbly. He still felt quite weak all over his body, but as Ralia stroked at his crotch, he could feel the inhabitants of his pants stirring. Meanwhile, he felt as if his canines, which had become quite a bit longer, were itching, and he licked at them tentatively. Dernal was sitting on the edge of the bed now, his body leaning in a bit as he kneaded wantonly at the swollen rear pointed at him. "Well, siring is when you turn someone into a vampire, just as Xhaine did to you," he explained calmly as his fingers explored the leather crack of Ralia's ass, paying a good amount of attention to the outline of two swollen lips tucked between her luscious thighs. "After being sired, you are given a rank by your master, which is usually a place in his family, but can also be a slave, or something like that. I am Xhaine's brother, while Ralia is his lifemate." Ralia was cooing sluttily as she wiggled her rear back at Dernal's attention, whilst her own attention seemed to be focused on getting Lokan's cock out of it's prison. Pealing his cloth pants down his thighs, she mentioned, "We'll be needing to get him some new clothes. No son of mine will wear peasant clothing." Lokan's cock twitched into semi-hardness as it was freed and soon his pants were on the floor somewhere as the vampiress drew her long fingernails up the inside of his legs. Meanwhile, behind Ralia, Dernal was eagerly sliding her tight leather pants down her thighs, and Lokan noticed that his eyes had turned a familiar blood red. Once Ralia's ample ass was out in the open, completely flawless and apparently rather firm as well as jiggly, Dernal was unfastening his belt and his fly to allow a monster, ten inch cock to bounce free, pointing rigidly at the plump bottom like a divining rod. It wasn't long before he had it buried into one of the holes back there, though Lokan couldn't see exactly which it was. Lokan's own cock had become rock hard as the scene unfolded before him, and he couldn't help thinking how horny he felt, despite having cum twice already in that same night. Apparently vampires were a horny bunch, which didn't bother Lokan one bit. Suddenly he felt the hot, wet suction of Ralia's full, dick sucking lips wrapped around his shaft and she began bobbing her head up and down on his eight inches of meat expertly. Dernal was now pumping his meat in and out of her backside with ferocious speed, which was causing the slutty woman to moan and groan on the pulsing dick in her throat. Her sensual rumbles were quickly causing Lokan to lose control and he was moaning like a bitch in heat himself, grinding his hips up into Ralia's beautiful face as she slobbered all over his prick. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came once more. Lokan wasn't the first to orgasm though, oddly enough, it was Dernal. His cries of pleasure were more than enough to give him away, and he began riding that fat ass of Ralia's harder and faster as his climax approached. This of course just encouraged Ralia's mouth to work harder, and Lokan assumed that she really wanted to be filled in both sides simultaneously, because as she dep throated his cock with a rumbling groan, she also grasped his balls loosely in one slender hand and began to massage them gently. This was more than enough. Dernal roared in climactic victory, and his load seared forcefully from the tip of his dick and deep into Ralia's ass, just as Lokan's sweet, salty semen erupted into her throat, caking her esophagus with hot, creamy splooge. He erupted five times, each load as strong as the one before it, and as she slid her hot mouth off of his prick she smiled at him appreciatively, "Thank you, baby," she said and then slipped her hips away from Dernal's groin in order to pull her pants up. Ralia wasted no time refastening her zipper and button and then wiggling her plump ass sensually out of the room, with Lokan and Dernal just staring in admiration, both of their sticky cock softening in the brisk air. Once she was gone, Lokan looked to Dernal, "Did she come?" He asked, not really worried, just curious. Dernal grinned widely at that. "It takes a lot to make that bitch cum. She's a kinky one. Loves the rough stuff, the nastier the better. You'll get to know her well I'm sure. That was just her welcome home to you. You'll be sired in as her son soon enough, and that's when the real fun starts." Lokan thought about that for a bit and grinned, "That does sound fun," he admitted. Then his eyes drifted slowly to Dernal's groin. The bulky man's cock was soft again, but still quite fat, and about four inches long, the veins still bulging and fresh cum oozing out of the tip. Ever since he'd met Lord Xhaine Lokan had felt a divinity towards cocks, though he'd never really fantasized about them before then. In a bolder voice than previously he asked, "Why do I want to suck your dick so badly?" The question was slightly blunt, but he hoped Dernal understood it. The short-haired man wobbled forward on his knees a bit, moving his dick within range of Lokan's lips, "When one becomes a vampire, they lose their soul. Or at least most of it. Without a soul, you don't really have any morals." He took his dick into one strong hand and stroked it firmly, milking the white juice out of it right in front of Lokan's burning, blood red eyes. "All humans are innately bisexual," he explained, "however, social restrictions implant ideas of immorality in our minds from a young age, telling us what is right and wrong. Your brain then has a less likely chance of lusting over something that is so wrong. In most cases anyway." Lokan's lips had now wrapped around the hardening prick and were milking it for all it was worth. "Once your morals are gone though, that barrier is gone, and you become a free man. It's all pleasure, dear Lokan. No matter the gender you're having sex with, it's all pleasure." As Dernal's cock came alive in his mouth, Lokan began leaning forward into it, taking more of the thickening meat into his hungry mouth with every bob of his head. His tongue tested and teased the swollen, spongy head of Dernal's hard cock, tracing around it lightly and then flicking across the piss slit like he liked done to his own cock. He focused a good amount of attention on just that fat purple head at first, twirling his slick tongue around it, pushing against the sensitive underside with a bit of force before bobbing his face down about five inches of thick, delicious man meat. Lokan continued to bob and twirl his tongue, mostly lapping hornily at the underside of that beautiful dick. He was still quite an amateur, but was taking a liking to sucking cock rather quickly, and soon Dernal's strong hand was running through his curly silver hair and pressing his face forward. Lokan had no idea how to deep throat, and was hardly sure that he could, but he was more than willing to give it a shot, so he relaxed his neck and allowed the stronger man to push him down on that thick shaft. Lokan soon found that he had no gag reflex and no real need to breath at all. Deep throating came pretty easily, and as he straightened his throat just a bit to allow that spongy head access to his esophagus, he felt his nose rubbing into coarse brown pubic hairs. The musty smell that invaded his nostrils only made Lokan hornier, and then he heard Dernal growl, "Groan on it Lokan. Talk to me while you deep throat my fat cock." That made sense; deep throating felt good, but it felt even better if the throat was vibrating all around the throbbing cock lodged within it. Lokan began to moan and groan in earnest, as well as he could anyway, and he began speaking dirty words into that tasty meat, though none were at all audible due to the circumstances. Lokan's own cock was again hard between his legs, sticking up out of his silver bush like a thick, veiny flag pole, and he moved one strong hand to his shaft to begin pulling at it, pumping the fleshy organ up and down firmly. He began to bob again as he stroked his shaft, sliding halfway off of the cock in his mouth before shoving his nose back into the curly cushion, groaning all the while. Dernal was groaning as well, and even panting a bit, and it felt to Lokan that the burly man wouldn't last much longer. In a mimic of what Ralia had done to get him off, Lokan moved one hand to cup Dernal's heavy nuts, taking the full, hairy sack into his palm and massaging it gently. The golf ball sized testicles seemed to pulse in his hand for a few moments, and then Dernal groaned heavily and each nut seemed to swell and then compress suddenly as it launched its first hot load of semen deep into Lokan's throat. The feeling was incredible to the novice cock sucker; that forced explosion from the tip of the red swollen head, which sent warm, sticky cum shooting down his throat. After the first explosion, Lokan withdrew his face a bit and the second load hit the back of his tongue, which he eagerly swallowed. The rest of the loads landed in succession into the cup Lokan had formed with his tongue, and he kept them in his oral cavity even as he sucked and milked at the jerking tip of Dernal's dick. As his orgasm finally came to a dribbling end, Dernal slowly pulled his shrinking dick from Lokan's lips and the silver-haired boy swished the thick milky seed through his teeth, relishing the tangy, salty sweetness of it before swallowing it slowly, allowing it to slide down his stretched throat. With a satisfied sigh, he grinned, "That was quite good, Dernal." Dernal grinned as well, "That was my greeting, Lokan. You'll be tasting a lot of me living in this house I believe. We vampires are notoriously sex-crazed, seeking both pain and pleasure constantly. So, when we live together like this there tends to be sex going on at every waking moment." He thought about that for a minute, "When we're not feeding anyhow." He then pulled up his leather slacks and turned to leave. Almost as a side note he called back, "We'll be teaching you how to hunt tomorrow, I suppose. You'd better get some rest, you only fed once tonight and you were just sired, I'm sure you're exhausted." Then he was gone. Lokan was indeed tired, and not feeling much need for his ratty old clothes, he pulled off what was left and threw them to the side of the bed before curling up under the covers and closing his eyes. He began to drift off immediately, and his final thought was, "Aren't vampires supposed to sleep in coffins?" *** Some several hours later Lokan awoke that morning to the hungry slurping of Xhaine's soft lips and wet tongue on his cock. His balls were swollen with an impending orgasm as soon as his eyes opened up, and it was then that he realized his dream about the prostitute Lizabeth giving him head was only partially a dream. It didn't take his balls long to clench tightly and force a hot stream of white spunk down Xhaine's throat. The dark-haired man ate it all up eagerly as he continued bobbing up and down on Lokan's stiff prick. As Lokan's abrupt orgasm subsided he groaned happily and Xhaine pulled his lips off of the softening cock with a lewd slurp and a smile, "Morning, Lokan isn't it?" He moved back a bit and it was then that Lokan realized that the man was completely naked. As he sat back with that same polite smile, his cock stood up rigidly, pointing toward the ceiling. "I hope you were comfortable?" Lokan nodded appreciatively, his face a bit flushed from his orgasm just moments ago and his cock shriveling down to its mediocre four inches between his strong thighs. "Thank you," he said confidently, though his voice was just a bit soft, "Lord Xhaine, correct?" He chuckled then, a rich hearty laugh, "Yes, Lord Xhaine Vortu. But, I suppose you could calm me father now." He winked then and stood up to move to an ornately carved dresser int eh far corner of the room. His cock bobbed enticingly as he walked and his buns were rounded and firm with muscles. Lokan's throat felt a bit dry. Soon Xhaine returned with a mirror in his hand, "You look much older now, though," he commented, "but very handsome indeed. As to be expected." He then passed the pearl-bordered hand mirror to Lokan. The curly-haired young vampire took the mirror into his hands, curious at what Xhaine was talking about, and he held it up. Instinctively he twisted around, thinking someone was in bed behind him somehow. According to legends, vampires had no reflection. But, as he glanced back at the mirror, he recognized those silver, curly locks and penetrating blue eyes. The face looked almost entirely different, however. His cheeks were slightly higher, and his eyes a bit more angular now, giving him a mysterious, chiseled look. His jaw was a bit stronger, where as it had previously been rather slim, and his chin had become wider as well and had an attractive dimple right in the middle of it. His features just looked stronger, more handsome, and yet, there was an elegant beauty to his face. It was not hard as some men's are, not scraggly and unkempt or pockmarked. It was flawless and his soft, curly silver hair gave him an almost angelic appearance. After staring at himself in amazement for some time, he glanced down at the rest of his nude body. His physique had become much more toned; he had a washboard stomach without even really flexing, and his biceps bulged with strength. His pecs stood out from his chest in muscular fashion, and his chest had become more expansive, as well as his back. He was still quite lean, but chiseled. Lokan concluded that there was something about becoming a vampire that changed you. He was now virtually perfect in appearance, just like Xhaine and Dernal had been. As the young dead man admired his physique, he noticed that his cock had grown once more to its full length, however now it was now at least two inches longer, and a good deal thicker as well. His balls had grown larger as well, and they hung between his thighs like slimmed down tennis balls, holding a massive supply of thick seed in them. They tingled as he gazed at them and then Lokan looked up from his hairy sack, "Why am I so horny lately..." and almost as if testing it out, he added, "father?" Vampiric Lust Ch. 01 Xhaine wore that same, almost irritating smile, and he said, "Well, being turned will often enhance a prominent trait in one's personality. Especially if they are turned during a time when that trait is being shown or used. You were turned just after I fucked you and you came twice. Plus, you were obviously a bit of a pervert," he almost chided the younger vampire whose face grew a bit distant as one strong hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. "Hmm," was all he said as he began stroking his meat slowly, relishing how sensitive his flesh had become, eyeing the fat veins bulging from his cock. Soon Xhaine had moved closer to him, lifting a leg to slide between his thighs. And then he lifted the masturbating Lokan's ass off of the bed and kneeling there between his legs. Lokan could feel him prying his ass cheeks apart to peek at the tight, hairy hole he hid between them. "Hmm, we're definitely going to have to loosen this tight little ass up," Xhaine said as he slicked his index finger with his mouth and began pushing it into Lokan's tight sphincter. He immediately pressed his anal muscles outward, loosening his hole and allowing the finger to dip into him completely. He released his muscles and the tight hole clenched back down on that digit, then Xhaine began wiggling it around to stretch it out. Soon his finger was retracted and Lokan felt him shift, though his eyes were closed as he slowly rubbed at his thick throbbing meat with his eyes closed. Then the slick, fat head of Xhaine's purple cock was pressing against that tight anus and pushing firmly against it. He pushed out again, as if he were shitting, and his hole loosened enough for that thick prick of Xhaine's disappeared inside of the dark canal. Xhaine was holding Lokan up by his strong, firm cheeks as he began sliding in and out of the slick asshole, causing deep rumbling moans to roll out of Lokan's throat. He was grunting and moaning like a horny slut as Xhaine fucked his ass, leaning into him and pressing those swollen nuts against his belly. "Your ass is so... fucking... tight... son!" Xhaine groaned out a word with each rhythmic thrust. Lokan was twisting his hips as his dark-haired master pounded into him, and the stroking of his cock had become more furious. "Oh, god, fuck me dad! Fuck my ass! I'm going to cum!" He could feel Xhaine's balls slapping against his ass cheeks, and his balls were throbbing and tightening in anticipation as he felt his orgasm approaching for what seemed like the hundredth time in twenty-four hours. The older vampire slammed into the silver-haired young man five more times before he groaned loudly, his balls tightening, "I'm going to fill you son! I'm going to shoot my load into your asshole! You're so tight!" He moaned and then the father vampire's testicles exploded into Lokan's tight ass. He could feel that surging warmth spreading through his anal tract, and his ass clenched tightly, milking the cock within it as his own balls tensed and erupted through the tip of his fat prick. Several bursts of thick hot cum splattered against Xhaine's hairless chest and belly. The first several blasts of cum were followed by several more, and then several more. Lokan felt like he'd never stop. After nearly a full two minutes, he was still oozing like an erupting volcano, and Xhaine had already pulled out, just watching amusedly. When Lokan had finally pulled his orgasm under control, finding that he could stop it by contracting a certain muscle in his groin, he began to wipe it up with a rag Xhaine had provided and then he tried to clean out his ass as well as he could. All the while, Xhaine had been staring at him speculatively, seated in a deep armchair, still naked. "You're going to be an interesting pet," he mused, and then he stood up, waved goodbye and left the room. After he'd cleaned up, Lokan thought that he was horny again, however, it turned out that the odd feeling in his belly was correlated to the itching of his canines, signaling that he was hungry, not horny. Grabbing up the leather outfit that had been laid upon his dresser, Lokan went in search of Dernal to learn the fine arts of feeding.