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Papa and I Ch. 01

By: cockaddiction



Editor's note: story contains Gay Male content

Author's Note: I just wanted to say hello, and I hope you ladies/gents will enjoy! Also, I wanted to thank sexnovella for editing for me! 

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It was finally my 18th birthday and there was only ONE thing that I was determined to get at all costs; that is, my father. I needed him to use my holes in every way possible, needed him to fuck me senseless, over and over and over again. He was capable of it. His prowess and stamina and creativity in bed were legendary, and it was a well-known fact that he had ruined quite a few males and females for any others. Whether that had more to do with his techniques or the purportedly enormous size of his cock, I was set upon discovering today.

I was his only child in a short-lived marriage to a human female. My father is a very well respected and obscenely rich Vampire who the ruled the covens in California since the late 1800s, and when he had met my pretty and dainty mother during one of his phases of ennui roughly 18 years ago, he had bedded and wedded her in a night. He told me a few years ago when I had asked, that he had simply tired of her quickly after a few weeks, because the bright innocence that had so attracted her to him that day had later proved to be hindrance to quenching his dark and ceaseless desires in bed. When she had given birth to me nine months later, they parted ways amicably and I was raised by my doting father and the Familiars that lived in my father's sprawling mansion. My memories as a child was always full of joy and at the forefront of them were images of my handsome, smiling, dark haired father who laughed at my every misconduct and shared in my every revelry. And then there were the times that he gazed down at me in wonder, clearly conveying the love that he held for me as he let me suckle his rich sweet ancient blood from a nick in one of his wrists.

"Drink deeply of my blood and grow strong my delicate love. You will one day have a place of your own to rule," he had always said ritualistically.

A shudder suffused me as I recalled the smell and taste of his deep dark red blood. I haven't had it since I hit puberty and got a hard on while sucking hungrily from his wrist. We had both been horrified and he had arranged for the Familiars to attend to me ever since. Their blood, though passable and sweet, was nothing like the delicious taste of the aromatic old magic that pumped strong in my father's blood.

And five years later, I still hungered for his elixir. It was only in the last year however that I developed a hunger for him. I want his blood, but now I also longed, ached really, for his attention, his heart, his flesh, and his semen...the last, I fantasized, would taste even better than his blood.

My cock was hard thinking about sucking THAT out of him, and my pink tight rosebud flexed in eagerness to be filled to the brim with it. A moan escaped my pink full lips as I writhed and teasingly smoothed my hands down in a light caress from my pale naked throat, to my equally exposed and sensitive deep pink nipples, and further still over my flat six packs and blonde fur below my belly button. I stopped short of touching my twitching cock though. I won't do that until he arrives.

I had tricked him yesterday. For weeks we had been planning the most memorable birthday the Vampire society of California had ever seen, and at the last minute I asked him to promise not to attend. Made him promise that once the party guests arrived, he would lock himself in his room to let me enjoy my birthday the way I wished to, until dusk the following day. He had been hurt, and it made my stomach knot, but it had to be done. If I could extract that promise from him, he would be compelled, as Vampires were wont to do when they made promises, to make good on them. And so here I lay, wantonly naked and splayed on the crimson silk sheets of his bed, my pale, smooth, skin fairly glowing in the morning spill of sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling window whose curtains were usually drawn at this hour.

It wouldn't be much longer now until he walked into the room and fell into my trap. I WILL have him, and he will want me just as badly when the sun sets this day.

As if summoned the door flew open with unnecessary force and banged loudly against the stone wall of the castle-like mansion. He had been in a fit of temper apparently, but was suddenly startled at the inexplicable amount of light let in his room. Unlike me, a half-breed, my full-blooded vampire father was susceptible to burning in the sunlight. Seconds later, when his eyes finally registered my nakedness in the middle of his bed, his darkly lashed golden eyes grew round in utter astonishment.

I sat up in his bed facing directly in his line of view; one arm to support my upper body while the other tweaked a hardened nipple. I gave him a slow smile, letting my eyes express my burning desire for him, and then I spread my long, muscled, slender legs and bent at the knees to draw them open for him to see.

His eyes were caught by the movements of my body, then my arms, hands, chest, nipples, feet and legs, until his lust-filled eyes found and centered on my stiff pink cock and the hairless balls below it. He swallowed hard and looked ready to devour me. My cock bobbed in excitement at that look, and I groaned a needy, "Papaah!" My hips rising in a slow gyrating move off the bed.

Golden eyes met mine for a split second before the door that flew open with so much force flew closed again with a resounding bang. I laughed. A little delirious with wanting but I said nothing. I lay back enough to the support of my elbows, my thighs spread wide for him still. He paced just outside the door. I could hear his boots clicking on the marbled floor. As I suspected, he felt compelled to come into the room because of his promise, and though in vain, he fought the urge valiantly.

Little more than a minute later the door clicked open and he entered the room looking murderously at me. He kept carefully in the shadows of the curtains that I purposely arranged in a manner that kept him a mere yard from the foot of the bed. I even put out a love seat in a careful spot where he could watch me tease the both of us until the sun went down.

I watched as he locked the door, and with graceful movements like a predator, went over to sit in the middle of the love seat. His knees were spread enough that I caught a glimpse of the HUGE bulge strain in his slacks. I swallowed. Saliva had filled my mouth at the thought of gagging on his impressive cock.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" My father growled out.

I looked up sharply at his face. His profanity had certainly taken me aback. He had never before used that kind of language or tone with me, and strangely enough, it excited me even more. It made me grin harder at what I saw in his eyes. There was anger there. I could see that, but there was something else that was deep and barely contained, a...hunger, for me. It was evident when his golden eyes flickered black and back to golden again. Back and forth they changed, indicating how strongly wrought his emotion were as he took in the sight of my shamelessly displayed body.

"Papa." I said, my hand going to stroke my cock in slow deliberate moves. "I am going to make you fuck me till I can't walk." I made sure to draw out the last few words with a throaty quality to my tenor.

"Don't be absurd!" He hissed and used his telekinetic abilities to try and close the thick curtains.

Using my own inherited abilities, I stopped the closing curtains just before I was cast in the shadows where he would then be able to reach me.

He gave me a look of surprise and then his eyes flashed completely black. I wanted to purr. When his eyes flickered, it meant he was still struggling for control; when they turned black, it meant control was lost.

"Put on you're damned clothes and leave Erin!" he didn't shout it, but his voice was raised higher than he had ever used with me and I responded to his authoritativeness.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt tingly all over, from the tips of my fingers, to my toes, and most importantly to my straining cock. It jumped again, and his eyes shot to it automatically and then back at my face, lingering at the plump pink bottom lip I had caught between my teeth. He wanted me too! I was elated to discover. He wanted me almost as much as I wanted him.

I released my lip and licked it slowly, beckoning him with a curl of my index finger. He stood involuntarily in a trance-like state and walked over to me at the foot of the bed, towering with his impressive six foot five muscular frame.

He and I were different as day and night. He was tall and burly with thick dark brown hair. He was built like a Viking warrior (which he was), all thick coiling muscles, tapering waist and 8-pack abs, with a quiet deadliness to match it. His chest was furred and his jaw was always dark with stubbles. One of his beefy rippling arms was almost the size of one of my thighs. I, on the other hand, was five foot ten and willowy. I was muscled and fit but slender in frame. My hair was blond and my skin pale like my mother, though I have my father's golden eyes. I was also mostly hairless save the tufts of hair below my belly button that trailed to my pubic hair. There were also some at my pits and legs, and I had a few straggly hairs on my chin and upper lip if I wanted to grow it.

When he stopped at the foot of the bed, his hands balled tightly until his knuckles were white, and from the tightness in his jaw I could tell his teeth were gnashed together behind his closed full lips. I couldn't help but smile up at him in lust and wonder. We were tantalizingly separated by scant inches, he in the shadow and I bathed in the brilliant warm sunlight. He could've easily force the curtain closed with his telekinetic strength that vastly dominated mine in order to reach me, but he didn't. I could tell he liked letting me toy and tease him.

"Just watch me prepare my ass for you, father." I purred kneeling up on the bed and leaning so close I could feel the harsh puffs of breaths he was letting out of his nose on my forehead, because even on the high four poster king-sized bed, he was still taller than me. "And then if you decided you won't have me, I will leave this room as soon as the sunsets."

"This isn't right son." his voice was deep and roughened with desire.

I was thrilled by it.

"Please, Papa?" I feigned a pout. "For my birthday?"

I could barely keep from chuckling when his throat worked hard again, but he did not reply.

In a bold move I reached into the shadow across the thin divide between light and darkness to grip the huge straining cock tenting his slacks.

He closed his eyes and groaned a quiet, "Fuck baby."

My heart thudded in my chest, my breath clamping up in my chest at finally feeling it. My hands glided down to cup the big soft balls, and then slid up the hard length of his cock to where the purple thick head peeped out well beyond the waist of his pants. And FUCK that dick was huge! It was at least ten hard inches long and so very, very thick. He would rip open and destroy my virgin hole tonight. It would hurt like hell, and I would love every aching second of it.

It was me who had to swallow my watering mouth this time. Horny beyond imagining but determined to get him just as mindless with lust, I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants just enough to get both his balls and cock out.

I was mesmerized for a heart-stopping moment. I was in love with his cock. It was big, thick, uncut, and perfect. The mushroom head, currently encased in foreskin was purple and slightly thicker than the rest of his rigid length, which was a dizzying thought when I knew from touching him just a second ago that my middle finger and thumb could not meet encircled around him. His cock was also veiny, but not grotesquely so, just enough to loan texture to what would otherwise be smooth silken skin. I wanted to bathe those veins with long licks. It gave a sudden bounce of excitement to my utter enjoyment, and I laughed.

"God, baby." My father said huskily. He was looking down at me, nose flaring. "The way you look at my cook..."

I was no longer smiling. I wanted to play with his cock like I have never wanted anything else in my life. Against my own plans, I swooped down. My hands were braced on the edge of the bed and I opened my mouth wide to suck him into my hot wet mouth. I moaned at the exquisite taste and smell of him, he fairly coughed out a breath.

"Erin!"

At the sound of my shouted name, I bobbed my head and sucked him harder, afraid to fit little more than the thick silky cockhead in my mouth for fear of scraping him with my teeth. Then I dipped my head lower capturing each of his furred balls in my mouth and lovingly sucked and wet them before I licked a broad stripe up thick hard shaft until I sucked his cockhead back deeply into my mouth. But I had to stop. And so with another one or two bobs, I moved my head backwards, sucking hard until my lips were encased around the sensitive ridge of his cockhead. I swirled my tongue around and around it and then used the tip of my tongue to flick at the pee slit were his salty precum fed to my hunger. Not anywhere near satisfied I moved off his cock with a regretful popping sound.

"Daddy!" I gave a complained moan, and then licked furiously at my own swollen plump pink lips to get more of my father's essence off of them.

When I opened my eyes again, he looked ready to jump into the sunlight for me. I would be definitely getting my father's cock into the hungry pink pussy I have for an asshole. It tightened, and un-tightened, at the scintillating thought.

"Sit down Papa." I told him as I sat back down on my ass and scooted it to the very edge of the bed and resumed the spread legged position I was in before with my feet braced at the edges. "Watch me open up my hole in preparation for the thick fucking cock of yours."

With that, I lay back flat on my back. Feeling sexy and raunchy as hell. I raised my bent knees until my they were nearly touching my ears, feet in mid-air, and my tightly furled asshole and leaking dick were on display for him. I closed my eyes, the feelings roiling through me made me feel high, and the scent of him warm, spicy, and musky in the air made me undulate my hips like a bitch in heat. I heard the scratchy sound of the wooden legs of the love seat scraping over the rug as my Papa moved it directly behind him.

I raised only my head and watched him watch the movements of my hips and groin as he sat down dazedly. When his eyes were at the perfect height to examine my lasciviously displayed body, a thunderstruck look of awe overcame his handsome features. Shaking his head as if in disbelief, though his face was literally inches away from my impatiently twitching dick and asshole, a large hand came up to rub his mouth and the permanent five o'clock shadow of his perfectly angled jaws.

A heavy sigh escaped his mouth behind that hand, which was a regular part of my wet dreams. I fantasized about his big hands as much as I fantasized about his dick in the past year, with those enticingly, thick, blunt fingers that I wanted all over me...groping and leading me...inside of me...finger fucking me, HARD! Then his mouth was visible and his fangs had elongated.

"Erin, you are so beautiful." He whispered in an almost remorseful tone, more to himself than to me.

As a man, it was an odd feeling to be called beautiful, but coming from him I flushed pink. Pleased with his words. He was the only man in the world that could unman me, made me feel like prostrating myself at his feet and surrendering myself in all ways for his pleasure, and be the bitch, the pussy, for his thick cock to drill at his leisure. God he made me feel sexy and beautiful, like I was the most perfect thing in the world!

Music from the birthday party I ditched was blasting, but through the thick floors it came faintly. The soft thrumming of a song with heavy electric guitars, loud drumming, and lyrics that promised sex, added to the ambiance. Slightly rolling my hips to the music and catching his black eyes, I sucked a middle finger into my mouth, moaning and slurping enthusiastically imagining it was his enormous cock.

His nose flared and I could see the movements of his arm as he began to stroke himself. I regretted not seeing it, but consoled myself with the knowledge that I would be stroking it soon enough, first with my hands, my hungry mouth, and then my tight virgin ass. I moaned again, my other hand sliding down my own over-sensitized body down to rub my own cock and lightly weigh the balls beneath it. When my finger was wet with spit I brought it down to encircle my pink hole.

"Do it, sweet baby." My father sounded downright breathless and guttural.

I tossed my head back, laughing a little. I felt euphoric! Then with deliberate slowness I penetrated my own hole, my long, slender finger, sliding in my eagerly upended ass-pussy with ease.

"Ooohh-hnuh!" The whimper slipped from somewhere deep inside my chest. With every depth my finger penetrated, it burned slightly. Almost easing the terrible itch in the walls of my ass that needed scratching, but then, not nearly enough at all.

My father responded with an animalistic growl. "Fuck you!" he demanded.

I gasped at his words, and the dominating way that he ordered me to do so. Gingerly, I pulled out my finger, put it in my mouth to wet it again and then plunged it back up my ass almost brutally.

"Oh fuck baby, just like that!" he praised. "One day I'll suck blood from that tender junction at your inner thigh while you finger fuck yourself just like this."

"Daddy!" I cried out my finger pumping in and out furiously at his words. My other hand had come up to pinch hard at a nipples and my dick was leaking generously. "I need you to fuck me like this. Hard, Papa!"

"Not if you don't add another finger, son." He said harshly, getting really into it. "Open your pretty pussy up for Papa."

"Oh fuck yes!" I gasped breathlessly before shoving index and middle fingers into my mouth, hastily wetting them and then ramming them up my ass.

"Uuuunh!" I groaned in pain at my own roughness but loving it.

"Yes, baby." I heard him rasp. "Papa is going to pound your slutty pink pussy."

I nodded my head gulping in air imagining him doing just that.

"I'll fuck you till you're tiny little hole is red and gaping, leaking daddy's creamy cum." I have only ever remembered his voice being cultured, calm, full of laughter, and in some instances, angry, but I had never heard this baritone, passion-roughened voice coming from him. It made my toes curl and balls ache.

"Daddy I'm going to come!" And I was, my asshole had clenched unbelievably tighter around my two fingers and my balls were drawing up.

"Come then, love."

"Oh! Fuck my pussy Daddy!" I screamed my fingers slamming in and out of my loosened hole at lightning speed. Then I came, my back arching up, and I forgot to breathe in all the intensity. My dick spurted cum high in the air, without me touching it.

I barely had time to come down from the high before I felt his hands seize my trembling ankles that had been dangling limply off the side of the bed, where the shadow would not burn him, and I was unceremoniously pulled towards him. I sucked in a shocked breath as just my ass was pulled off the foot of the bed. It took only one of his strong splayed hands at my lower back to support me there.

He grinned wolfishly up at the astounded look on my face, and I melted inside like a giddy fucking girl.

"There's no going back now." He told me. "This ass is mine." Then he immediately set to devouring my ass, his long agile tongue slipping into my hole, making me moan and sob out other embarrassingly high-pitched sounds. My dick twitched to life again.


Papa and I Ch. 01



"Eat my ass Papa."

He nipped at one of my ass cheeks with a fang drawing blood. My hips shot up.

"UUNH!" That alone almost made me cum again. He then licked the blood off my ass, and the wound immediately closed.

His warm wet expert mouth moved on to lick my cum off my hips and belly, groaning and making pleasured sounds as he rubbed and caressed my legs from ankle to inner thighs, not leaving any parts of them untouched. When my body was clean of my own semen, he sucked my average-sized dick down his throat in one swallow, two of his slick thick fingers forcing its way up my tight ass pussy at the same exact moment. Sometime during all of that bliss he had gotten a hold of some lubricant and was now working at liberally coating my asshole with it. My hips jerked involuntarily and I cried out for him again, whimpering in pleasure. When he chuckled around my cock at my response, I came abruptly, crying out for my "Papa".

In an orgasmic haze, I vaguely registered the sound of the curtains drawing to a close. The room was shrouded in momentary darkness before he lit the torches lining the walls with a snap of his fingers.

I could barely catch my breath, but his fingers were still in me, fucking me deeply but slowly. He was standing now, leaning over me with one hand propped on the bed to support himself as he looked from his fingers disappearing and reappearing in my ass, to my sex drowsed face.

"Papa..." I whispered, combing one hand through his dark brown shoulder-length hair, unsure of what I wanted to say, but wanting his attention, as if I didn't already have it.

He read something (likely desperation) in my tone though, and knew just what to do next. Another one of his blunt fingers was added to the other two. I sucked in a pained breath, but fucked my hips up to meet them anyways. I never knew how good the aching stretch of my ass could feel. He then twisted and scissor his fingers delving them deeper until he found that button inside me that had me humping his fingers and begging him to fuck me. I was impossibly hard again, and babbling like an idiot as he hit that nerve unerringly inside me, over and over.

He leaned down and kissed me, a breath stealing kiss that had me writhing and whimpering and scratching and clutching at his back to bring him closer. I realized then he still had his white button up shirt on, and was in fact, still mostly dressed. The only part of his clothing that were undone were the buttons at his throat, and his black slacks I had undone for him earlier, and had now slipped down to mid-thigh. Somehow, that made what we were doing seem even naughtier, aside from the heady taboo of my father preparing me for the fuck of a lifetime.

"Fuck me please Daddy." I whispered against his lips between kisses. "Tear my ass pussy up with your fat cock!"

Still kissing me, his fingers were pulled roughly out of my hungry gripping ass, leaving me feeling bereft.

One of his arms came around my waist. "Legs around my waist, baby."

I did as he told me to, ankle crossed at his back and heart nearly leaping out of my chest. He was going to fuck my ass now, and suddenly my ass didn't feel so bereft anymore knowing what it was in for. As soon as I felt his broad mushroom cockhead at my ass lips I lifted my hips impatiently, trying to impale myself. He laughed and captured my mouth again, making my stomach flutter. He sucked and licked expertly at my lips and tongue, carefully nipping my lower lip with blunt teeth rather than his sharp canines. My own fangs were sore and wanting to grow in all my heat.

Then when I least suspected it, he tightened the arm around my waist and thrust downward, into my ass with a slow but insistent glide. My tight hole felt ready to tear open, so snug that I could feel every rippling vein. My head was thrown back mouth open in pain, awe, and the most exquisite mind-blowing pleasure of having the man of my dream, my own father, ploughing me with his overly large dick.

He growled, "So fucking tight. So fucking good Erin. Going to be fucking this ass every minute of every fucking day forever!"

"Yes Daddy. Want you to fuck me! Bend me over and fuck me anywhere and everywhere."

He kissed me again, his tongue plunging in my mouth and tangling with mine as he pulled his dick out. It seemed to take a pleasurably long time before it was only the head of his cock spearing me, and then he slammed back in, ruthlessly.

My eyes grew wet and I sobbed out in acute pain and satisfaction, accidentally biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. As if it were a healing potion, I suckled the blood from his lip, groaning and cleaning to his hard muscled shoulders.

He made a rumbling feral noise and then his hips were pounding loudly against mine as we shared his blood with our frantic kissing. There was a slapping sound of our skin and an obscenely wet sound of his cock drawing almost all the way out of my ass and then pistoning back in to the hilt, utterly destroying my ass pussy.

"You like that? You lovely fucking slut." He hissed.

"Yes Papa! Love how your cock is ripping my little pussy open!"

"Sexy bitch. Look at your tight hole." He said, as his dick slammed in and out of me. He parted his upper body from mine so I could see below to our joined bodies, where his dark bent head was staring fixedly.

It WAS sexy as hell. Every time his dick plundered into my wet ass, the rim sunk in and when his cock withdrew, the rim of my ass pulled out slightly, so tight it was wrapped around him.

"Unh! Unh! Yes Daddy. Fuck my tiny little hole."

"Oh fuck baby. Letting Daddy fuck his like a cheap dirty whore."

My ass was growing numb from his hard rough fucking, but there was no better feeling in the world, him forcing my ass to take it. And then he bent me backwards, folding me in half and his dick found my prostate. He jackhammered his cock into it persistently, like he had already mapped out my anal canal with his cock.

"Oh daddy. I'm your cum slut. A toy for you to fuck raw! Make me come please! Please!" I was huffing urgently.

He humped my ass with abandon, like an animal and impossibly harder than he already was. And then he bit into my neck and took a loud sucking draw of my blood. For the third time that night I came, my ass muscles rippling and milking his too big cock. I thought it couldn't get any better, but then he yelled out my name and his cock expanded and warm thick cum shot and shot and shot, huge ropes of cum into my ass pussy liberally coating my ass walls. I saw stars, and for a minute I think I was passed out.

But he was kissing me again. The taste of my own blood revived me. He was still very hard inside of me and I was glad that we were both Vampires and horny as fuck for one another.

He pumped his dick in me a couple more times, then pulled out with a loud wetly sucking noise. His dick felt almost stuck in the tight rim of my sore swollen ass. He pulled me down off the bed to my feet, bent low and gave me another searing kiss, before he pushed me gently to the floor on my knees. Without ceremony, he stuffed my waiting wide opened mouth full of his cum covered dick, and I felt like crying because that was as close to tasting heaven as I would ever be getting. I could feel the cold air at the door of my gapping and smiled around my father's cock.

"Son?" my father said tipping my face, stuffed full of his cock, up to look at him. "Happy Birthday."

I fucked my mouth furiously on his cock, cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder, not breaking his stare. I swallowed him partially down my throat before gagging, but feeling his cock head slip slightly into my throat made me more enthusiastic. He hissed and pressed his dick harder and further down my gullet. I gagged again but this time his cockhead was shoved into my throat and remained there and I swallowed and coughed, tears seeping the corner of my eyes.

Pulling away I took several deep hard breath. "Fuck my throat Papa."

One hand gripping my hair hard he did just that. Ramming and plunging his thick down my throat mercilessly while I coughed and gagged until my face was dripping with saliva and his cum. With one last shove his cock slid at least halfway down my throat, and he held my face there as I struggled to breath, my sore throat swallowing helplessly, until I was light-headed and flailing.

"Here it comes!" He dislodged is cock from my tight throat an started to jack off his cock at my lips, while I heaved breaths after gulping breaths of air. I hurriedly sucked his cock into my mouth again, letting lay on my tongue, and then enclosed my mouth around that ridge but not suck anymore and he continued to pump his dick with his big hand. I reached up one of my own and massaged his big sperm filled balls, and felt them draw up. "Oh Fuck! Baby here it comes!"

And then he was coming, and coming into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed mouthfuls of it, some of it gushing out the sides of my mouth. He gave one last spurt and I kept that mouthful in my mouth for a while savoring the flavor before swallowing that too with a pleased hum. I looked up at him, and saw him staring down hard at my face, clearly not done with me yet. I wasn't either. The way he used my mouth and throat got me so worked up, my ass winking and clenching in readiness for his cock again.

When he reached down and gently, so lovingly smoothed the blonde fringes on my forehead back as we both caught our breaths, I used my fingertips to careful scoop up the cum on my chin and cheeks into my mouth. I let my eyes flutter shut in ecstasy, sighing and moaning exaggeratedly. But in truth, I did love the taste of his cum; it was my very own version of crack cocaine.

The night had only just begun. Even as an immortal Vampire, I knew I would not be able to walk or sit for days after this night. And I would not have it any other way. Best Birthday ever!



Papa and I Ch. 02



Editor's Note: this story contains gay male content.

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God, I could taste myself on my son's lips and skilled tongue. I can't believe I am kissing him; that I have come in him twice now, once in his pink hungry rosebud ass and again in his hot silken mouth. The sexy bitch drank my cum like it was liquid from the Fountain of Youth, and he did it so damned beautifully.

I would be lying if I said that I haven't realized what a perfectly formed man my debauched son had grown up to be. Everything about him appealed to me. In the past few months, I have often caught myself eyeing the tender flesh of his slender pale neck, imagining licking and sucking at it without ever breaking the precious skin for blood, though I wanted that too. I liked that he was lean but svelte, built like a graceful swimmer. Then there were his hands, slim and soft with long elegant fingers...Oh how I had imagined them just as they were today, wrapped around and stroking my cock. And speaking of wrapped around my cock, I can't even count the numerous times I had to step way to "take care of business" those weeks he and I made his birthday party plans because my dick shot unbearably hard watching him speak and moisten his lips with the pointy tip of his pink tongue. Now knowing what his mouth was capable of, my fantasies had not done his plush full pink lips (now red and swollen from my attentions) or his agile tongue any justice. I had never cum so quickly in another's mouth since a village girl back centuries ago, in my human days, sucked me off the first few times.

Erin was delicately graceful, the picture of innocence and nearly angelic in appearance, he was so fair. It was exactly those features that attracted me the most about him physically, but it was simply he, the man, that filled my head with only thoughts of him. Though angel-like in appearance, he was anything but. He had a mischievous sense of humor, quick witty tongue, and the devil's temper...quite a spoiled brat really. But to make up for character flaws, he is also one of the most cheerful beings I have ever encountered, always ready for a laugh and to make others laugh. He was like the warmth and sunlight I found him bathed in today, something I can no longer experience with my affliction. And though he did often want his way he had no trouble conceding if the situation called for it. In other words, I utterly adore my son, faults and all. Even when he throw tantrums and take advantage of me by manipulating me to do his bidding like he had done today.

I was kissing him less urgently now, my hands cupping his soft face and tilting it up to meet the slow insistent strokes of my tongue. His tongue curled around mine, exploring me too. If I had a heartbeat, it would be pounding in my chest right about now. We were both breathing hard and occasionally moaning in pleasure. My lust-filled haze now sated, I wanted to thoroughly explore my boy's body. I wanted to learn their planes. His likes and dislikes, and show him all of mine.

I slid both hands from his face down his throat. He moaned and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I let him, my hardened cock, which hadn't flagged since I walked into the room, gave a little jump and I kissed him a little harder our mouths pressing almost painfully together.

My hands continued their leisure exploration, over his collarbones and shoulders, down his arms to his fingertip and back up the inner, soft, tender skin of his warm arms. He melted into me, arms coming up around my neck, his flat subtly carved six-pack abs pressing my hard cock between us deliciously, and I could feel his straining, copiously leaking cock on my left hip.

I growled and skimmed the back of my fingers down his sides, feeling every ridge of his rib bones and strong muscles of his slender waist, where I rested my hands now. Pulling away, I took in his beautiful face. His eyes were still closed and his long blonde lashes were fluttering prettily against his pinked cheeks, endearingly blotchy though they were. And his red plump lips were still slightly parted where soft inhalations and exhalations escaped with every breath. I couldn't help but laugh a little and his eyes opened, with a slow graceful lift of those lids, and that pair of brilliantly glowing gold eyes of his immediately found mine. One corner of his lips curled into an embarrassed shy smile and I had to restrain from telling him how devastatingly beautiful I thought he was again. Instead, I lifted a hand, traced his lips with my fingertip, and then brushed the back of my fingers over his heated cheeks. All the while I felt his eyes thoroughly examining my face as I had just done to him.

My brows must have knit together in a pained expression, because he brought the pad of his index and middle finger to rub gently at the space between my eyebrows, until I felt my whole face relax.

"Any regrets?" He asked still smiling, but I saw a look of vulnerability in his eyes.

I shook my head "no" in answer and he smiled a soft REAL sort of smile up at me. There was no hint of mischief or underlying meaning behind it, just a upward curling of his lips that conveyed true content and happiness, that I cannot ever recall seeing on his face. I had put it there. My chest felt tight and unable to contain the range of positive emotions that came with that knowledge.

"You?" I asked, not even close to hiding my own vulnerability.

A playful expression suffused his face, his straight white teeth and small little fangs, showing with his toothy grin. God in heavens! It almost jump-started my still heart.

"None at all." then he gave a shrug, and looked up at me with slightly lowered head. It was a smokey come-hither look through heavy lashes, and his body shifted so that it was I who had the bed at my back.

"Only that I did not get your huge cock in me sooner." He said with a sultry growl just before his hands slid from the back of my neck to my shoulders and down to my chest.

I watched him breathlessly, completely seduced by him. And when he leaned up on his toes to give me a whisper of a kiss at the spot where my jaw meets my ear, my hands gripped his waist hard, and I rolled my hip so that my insatiable cock slid up along his stomach.

"Up on the bed, please Papa?" He whispered, and I could hear the laughter in his voice.

I gave him a hard kiss, needing another taste of him before I planted my hands on the bed behind me and hopped on effortlessly.

"Middle of the bed Papa." he told me.

I scooted up the big bed and watched him clamber up after me, his pale body glowing in the orangey yellow torchlights, a sight almost as beautiful as his body glowing white and his golden hair a halo on his head in the brilliant morning sunlight, stark against my silky crimson sheets beneath him. That memory would be vividly burned into my memory for all eternity.

Erin crawled forward like a limber stalking cat. He was on all fours, his back arching and dipping fluidly with his movements as he drew closer and closer to me. I cupped a hand over the underside of my heavy hard cock, which was lying on my stomach, and started rubbing. He stopped and watched me, licking his lips absently. "He's missing your mouth, love."

He crawled between my legs at my words and lovingly took my rigid cock from me. He gave it a couple of strokes and then with both hands held my cock at the base so it stood straight up. Everything seemingly forgotten except for my cock, he appraised it like a newly found lost treasure, before giving the tip a soft kiss with only the press of lips at first. Then he started really kissing it, French kissing my cock like it could kiss back, drooling and moaning all over it.

My son was a complete fiend for my cock, my clouded brain thought

Then had my cock in his mouth, sucking, and swirling his wet tongue.

"That's it, baby. Suck daddy's cock like a lollipop, you cock starved whore."

He liked it when I spoke to him that way, if the enthusiastic bobbing of his head meant anything. He licked and kissed and sucked up and down my thick ten inches of cock, coating it in his saliva, and every time a big bead of precum appeared at the tip he hurriedly and greedily lapped it up like his precious prize. When my cock was shiny with his spit, he pulled away for long enough to take a deep breath, and then my cock was in his mouth again. This time though he kept lowering and lowering his mouth on my cock. When my tip met resistance at the back of his throat he adjusted himself and suddenly his throat passage opened up and he slid my cock down his gullet in a slow glide. Then, puffing breaths out of his nose he kept swallowing and coughing and swallowing and gagging and swallowing, making me roar out in heady pleasure watching him take inch after inch of my cock in his tight flexing throat canal. Doing the impossible, he took me to the hilt, and then I was bucking as the most blinding pleasure rippled throughout my body. It was only for a second before he was slowly pulling off my cock in the longest withdrawal I have ever witnessed as ten inches of my cock reappeared from out of his mouth.

He took rasping harsh breaths, his face reddened from suffocating himself with my cock and then he did it again, holding my hips down to keep me from doing him real damage. I was so close to coming, but I wanted my jizz up his ass pussy again when I did, so I forcefully pulled his throat and mouth off my cock with a nasty wet popping sound. He looked sex dazed and probably light headed from cutting off his own air supply.

I gripped him under his arms and dragged him easily up my body to sit his bottom on my cock.

"You're amazing, sweetheart." I rasped against his lips before thoroughly kissing him.

His hands gripped painfully in my hair as I started flexing my hips, so that my cock, wet from his mind-blowing blowjob, was rubbing between his ass cheeks.

"Papa, I want your cock, please?" He sounded near tears, and I knew the feeling.

I gripped him by the hips and lifted him high, waiting impatient seconds as he fumbled behind him for my cock and lined it up to his loosened, but far from loose pussy.

He let out a pained whoosh of breath when I breached his undoubtedly sore ass this time. With more mercy and control than I ever thought I could muster I lowered him down carefully around my cock, until his round firm bottom flush on my hips, straddling me.

"Papa," He sighed head thrown back and rocking his hips gently.

"Yeah baby?" I asked through gritted teeth twisting and rolling both of his nipples between my fingers.

He stilled, placed both hands on my chest and looked deep into my eyes with a pained furrow of his dark blonde brows. Then he lifted his clenching ass till it was only my tip encased in his cum slickened wet warmth. Not breaking my wonderstruck stare, he took a deep breath and bit down on his bottom lip, then slammed down on my cock.

I roared.

"Papa" he whined, eyes shiny with exulted tears. "You're cock hurts. So. Fucking. Good." He punctuated each of his last words with hard downward slams of his ass on my hips as he fucked his eager hole on my big cock.

"You feel good too baby!" I gasped, sitting up in order to kiss him as he continued to buck. "Better than anything I have ever felt." And damned if that wasn't the fucking truth.

Not wanting to hurt him though, I slowed him with my hands on his hips, continuing to softly kiss him between words of love and praise.

"I want to ride you the other way."

I nodded knowing how good the view of my ass impaling him would look in that position.

I sat back on the pillows as he twisted around, never disengaging himself from me.

When he got in a comfortable position, hands on my thighs, he looked back at me and smiled. "How's that?" He asked unnecessarily.

"Gorgeous." I answered reaching to stroke, said, gorgeous back from the dip between his shoulder blades down his long boney spine to the arching inward dip of his lower back. My other hand joined the exploration, mapping his back and dipping to the two little dimples above his ass cheek, before I groped hard at his white round ass. I separated his ass cheeks and let out a shaky excited breath at the sight of his asshole stretched almost grotesquely wide around a cock too thick to have ever been allowed to breach that tiny pink rosebud.

"Looks that good, huh?" he asked knowingly

I raised both hands and brought them smack down hard on both his cheeks, making him buck and moan loudly.

"Ride my cock, my dirty little slut." I said with another stingy slap.

"Yes, Daddy!" he gasped and started rocking slowly.

As his ass grew more accustomed to my girth he started to bounce on my cock, faster and faster. I was mesmerized by the sight of his round ass, red with my hand print, bouncing up and down on my dick in a movement that young people these day called "tweaking", and at the sight of his red ass rim pulling in and out as my cock continued its battering destruction upon it.

Unable to hold back any longer I started to fuck up hard into his ass to meet him when he bounced down. Soon he started babbling incessantly, begging for more, and crying out how good I was.

"I love your cock Daddy! I love your thick dick fucking me open. Fuck my horny pussy. Fuck it! Fuck my little pussy hard!"

How could I refuse?

"You do have a pussy don't you. A tight insatiable pussy that I'm going to fuck raw before this day is over."

By the end of it when my balls were tight and ready to explode, I was holding his limp body high above my cock and knifing up into his yielding ass.

"Stroke yourself sweetheart, and come for me."

He probably stroked himself no more than four times before he started coming.

"Papa! I'm your! You're dirty cum guzzling ass pussy! Use my pussy!"

He was groaning and gasping for breaths ass he continued to cum and I continued to batter into his painfully clenched until I came.

"Take Daddy's cum bitch. Take it!" I roared fucking him with no regard to his comfort and then jizzed so much into his ass that it leaked even though my cock had it plugged snuggly.

He fell forward onto his upper body on the bed between my legs, and my finally semi-soft erection slipped out of him with a satisfyingly dirty, plop! He was still on his knees, ass raised with that abused, angry red, wet pussy whole gaping and on proud display for me. I watched in manly pride as several strands of my creamy white cum leaked out of his wide-open winking ass, onto my belly and down his balls and inner thighs.

"Papa," he said, sounding breathless, husky, and sleep drowsy, "You really know how to fuck. Collar me up and make me your bitch for all to see, because that's what I am."

We both laughed breathlessly, but when he tried to move I stayed him.

"Stay there, love. I want to see my handiwork a while longer."

He propped his cheek on one of my hairy muscled thighs and glanced back at me, eyes half-hooded. "Does it looks as good as it feels?" he asked.

"It looks really damned good. I want to see you like this at least once a day for the rest of my life. Sexiest fucking sight I have ever seen...and I've seen a lot."

He kissed my thigh and swayed his ass.

"Well that was the best fucking I have ever had, even with no other fucks to compare it to." He laughed.

It took a moment for his words to register in my orgasmic haze, but when it did I shot up in surprise and horror.

"A virgin? You were a fucking virgin?" I was angry with myself, and I sounded it.

Of course he was a virgin. I never had an inkling he cared for men at all until tonight. I never smelled the scent of another's sex on him ever. He gifted me with that gift and I...God I had broken him in so hard. The evidence of it was right fucking there in my face, and I was getting hard again.

I punched the bed.

"Papa?" He asked softly lifting his head up to peer unsurely over his smooth shoulder at me.

"You were a virgin today?"

"Yes."

"And you didn't tell me?!" I shouted angrily, tearing at my hair. I must have hurt him so much! "I could have rend you in two!"

I snatched his arm and pulled him to my chest. He looked frightened by me, but I didn't care. We were both so careless. I could have seriously hurt him. My own flesh and blood, the only person I loved in the entire world over the many centuries I lived.

"Papa, I wanted it." He said stubbornly.

I picked him up and hopped off the bed with him to stand in front of the huge stand up mirror at the corner of the room. Then I shifted him in my arms until his knees were hooked over my forearms, and raised to his shoulders, his legs spread wide open reveal his still drooling gaping red hole. The sight heated my blood with lust, but it really shouldn't have.

His eyes widened in surprised and he stared at it intensely.

"Yes, Erin." I growled trying to sound angry, but my cock was hard again. "This is what I've done to you. Thank heavens that it wasn't worse."

"Papa." he croaked.

I looked up and met his eyes in the mirror, only realizing then that I had been staring at his.

"I need you again, inside me." He whispered softly.

And I noticed to my shock that his dick was hard.

Uncomprehending, I continued to stare dumbly at him in the mirror. But my gorgeous slut of a son, slipped his hand down his front and dipped two of his own fingers easily into his ass and swirled it around a couple of times, coating it with my jizz and his as juice and sucked it greedily into his mouth. He moaned sucking and licking his fingers clean and then repeated it again.

I was breathing into his hair. To be truthful, I was taking in his delicious scent, and watching his antics avidly, my dick twitching.

"Papa fuck me please. If you are scared of hurting me just fuck my pussy slow. I need your big cock in me again. Please. Please." He begged turning his face to kiss my cheeks, jaw, neck, and anywhere his sinful lips could reach.

When he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and suckled like he had as a babe when I offered him blood from my fingertips, he and I both knew I would be inside his ass again.

I turned his face and kissed him savagely. He hooked one arm over my shoulder and turned into a more comfortable position. I let go of his legs, and as if reading my thoughts he clung on to me, kissing me still, as I wrapped a steadying arm around him so he could turn his lower body and face me. When his long legs wrapped around my waist I lifted him high in my arms so that I had to tilt my head up to meet his lips and his hard cock was pressed just below my pecks.

He pulled away and looked down at me seriously. His elegant hand cupping my face and his thumbs brushing my cheeks.

"I love you, Papa." He told me. "I wanted you to take my virginity. I loved that you fucked me raw like you've done."

He bent his head and our lips pressed gently together.

"But now I want you to fuck me slow," He whispered on my lips, taking a break to suckle my bottom lip, "standing just like this so I can watch every slow thrust of your cock spreading my slutty hole open in the mirror, okay?"

I cleared my throat and agreed.

"And then were we're about to come, we'll take from each other."

I nodded and kissed him, my hands slipping down to his perfect white globes, and gripping hard, spread them wide of open. Teasingly, I rocked my hips so that the tip of my cock caught but didn't sink into his winking eager bud and he whined into our mingled mouths. Just as I was lining up my cock to enter and end his torment a hesitant knock came at the door.

Erin groaned disappointedly his forehead falling against mine. I laughed and kissed his nose. He looked at me startled, but pleased at my loving and tender gesture. Hell, it surprised me too!

Another knock, this time harder and less hesitant.





Papa and I Ch. 02



"Yes?" I called out in the booming, all business, voice I used for everyone else save my son.

"Sir," Harold the oldest Familiar in my household, and has served as my butler for fifty plus years, called through the door. "Master Erin is four hours late for his party, and I don't want to worry you sir, but we can't find him anywhere in the house and no one has seen him leave."

Erin grinned smugly at the mischief he had caused and wiggled his brows at me. I laughed again at his antics and slapped hard at one of his. He hissed and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Then proceeded to hump my chest and kiss and suck at my throat.

I cleared my throat and replied. "He has been in here with me."

Silence and then, "Will he be joining his party, Sir?"

"No."

More silenced ensued as my son continue to hump me. I swatted his ass again.

"Is that supposed to make me stop?" He asked in a playful whisper.

"You're hopeless." I grinned. Then returned my attention to the servant still lingering outside my door.

"Tell the party goers they are welcome to enjoy the rest of the party, without my son as he is busy getting stuffed full of my cock."

"Ooohhh!" Erin gasped loudly in surprise as I lowered him onto my cock. "Papa!"

Harold coughed.

And I laughed raising him up by the ass and letting him drop back down my length.

"Go now Harold!"

It was Erin's turn to swat my shoulders with a peeved look.

"Don't shout someone else's name when you're fucking me!" he said petulantly.

Again I lifted him almost all the way off and then slammed back into his now sloppy. He stiffened and groaned, but his eyes were watching us in the mirror.

"Ok," I amended licking and sucking at his throat. I proceeded to fuck him with deep probing gentle thrusts, making sure to hit his prostate. "My slut. My bitch. My whore. My eager little cum dump. My devastating beauty. My son. My heart. My love...My adorable Erin Matthias Eirikson..."

"Papa! I'm going to cum." he gasped hurriedly.

I bit his neck then, and got and explosion of his honey sweet blood on my tongue. I felt a sting on my chest, right above where my dead heart was and then I felt the erotic sensation of him sucking from me. Then he was coming. What little cum there was left in him spurted on my belly while his silky snug ass canal convulsed and milked around me.

When I came, with his blood in my mouth and him still sucking mine off my chest, it roiled like a gentle wave through me, and I groaned nearly collapsing with him in my arms, somewhere close, but never quite sated of my desire for him.

I pulled out of him and he made a noise of protest, but was too tired to make a real go of it.

One arm around his waist and my other hand rubbing his back like I used to do to put him to sleep as a child, I carried him to OUR bed, because it WAS ours now, and lay him down gently upon it.

He opened tired eyes and reached for me.

"I'm going to get a warm towel to clean you." I whispered softly to him.

"Mhm mm." He shook 'no' his head half asleep. "I like the feel of your cum in me Papa."

And god help him, if he was not looking so exhausted, I would have rolled him on his back and added more to his ass again.

I got into bed with him and slipped an arm under his head before covering us with the duvet. He snuggled in close and lightly wrapped his hand around my semi hard cock, quickly falling deep into sleep. My cock filled. He would be the death of me...



Papa and I Ch. 03



Author's Note: I wanted to thank Becca, my wonderful new editor, who helped make this chapter read so much better! To the readers who expressed their enjoyment of my story and continue to read, thank you so much! Please enjoy! 

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My Papa let me sleep for a few hours before he woke me again and fucked me twice. The first time there was no finesse, just dirty, hard, exquisitely brutal fucking that had me clutching the sheets and fucking back to meet his thrusts. When I came, screaming with his big hand fisted tightly around my cock, I saw stars. Then when HE spilled his hot semen inside of me, I arched my back and preened like a delighted cat. 

The second time, he rolled me onto my back and forbid me from touching him or myself. Then he proceeded to worship my body with skilled deliberate touches that worked me up to such a fever pitch. I could do little more than gulp in hitched breaths. He then hooked my ankles over his shoulders and fucked me so slowly that I was sobbing and begging for mercy.

But Papa knew what he was doing as he hit my prostate again and again with his excruciatingly tender thrusts. He literally fucked my orgasm from me without ever touching my cock, making me shoot so hard I painted my own chin and throat with my cum. Then I embarrassingly passed out; no debate about it that time. I woke a long minute later with him shaking my shoulder and laughing at me. That had been little over an hour ago.

He was sleeping soundly now, lying half atop me and half-suffocating me, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Especially, when I could feel his soft breath against the skin of my throat where his face was buried. His soft but still large cock was pressing against my thigh.

The torchlights were out. So, I opened the curtains with a lazy wave of my hand from where we lay, wanting to let the light of the moon in. Then I stroked his long wavy hair from his face so that I could stare for a while at his perfectly chiseled, ruggedly handsome face. My chest ached with want again as I took in his features. With my heart thrumming uncomfortably, I averted my attention to the silver moon, and absentmindedly rubbed my hand up and down his bare back.

Oddly, I had finally gotten to fuck my father, but I was no closer to being sated now than when I had started this hours ago. In fact, I wanted him more. I felt needy and possessive of him, but even I knew he was not the monogamous sort. Hell, I never thought myself to be THAT sort either. I thought he was just a depraved fantasy I wanted to act out... 

Who am I trying to convince? I saved my anal virginity for him. What fucking guy does that? Who in the damned 21st century still did that? I felt morose at that line of thought.

I hugged him tightly to myself, unreasonably feeling that the moment he goes from this bed, this thing between would be gone too.

I felt his cock start to swell against my thigh. Seconds later, he was burrowing his face deeper into my neck until his nostrils were pressed against the sensitive skin there. He took a deep inhalation and sighed.

"Good evening." He greeted with a light kiss to my neck.

And I? Well I turned to mush inside and my body felt heated all over.

"Good evening." I said, feeling uncommonly shy.

He lifted his head and squinted sleep-bleared eyes at me. I let out a soft laugh at how adorable he looked and couldn't stop myself from reaching my hands up to rub carefully at his eyes.

"Better?"

Papa shifted until he was lying fully on top of me, him between my legs, and our hardened cocks pressed together. He grinned boyishly and said, "Much better."

I laughed. I never knew he could be like this. Playful, and so endearingly sweet.

He lowered his head and kissed me. There was no rush or fervor, just an unhurried mating of lips. When he started rocking his hips so our cocks slid divinely together, I kissed him just a little harder and raised my knees to bracket his waist, toes curling.

The room was noticeably quiet, except for the soft sounds of rustling sheets and kisses, but it was a good kind of quiet. It made me feel more in tune to the physical sensations. My skin felt more sensitive and tingly where our bare bodies were rubbing. I was especially delighted by the sensations caused by his big, warm hands. One of them slid slowly from my ankle, to bent knee, to thigh and ass, then back down to my ankle again. Over and over he slid, with firm squeezes along the way. His other hand was cupped at my nape with his fingers gently massaging me. 

I was left feeling treasured and pampered and like I was the luckiest man in the world. I hugged him tightly to me, my hands exploring the huge expanse of smooth sinewy muscles at his shoulders and back.

I rocked my hips to match his rhythm and, unsurprisingly, I was soon moaning and panting.

"You close?" He asked, rocking his hips harder and more insistently.

I swallowed with difficulty and nodded a silent "yes".

He resumed kissing me then, and the hand that was rubbing at my legs found its way between us. He took both of our cocks in his large hand and tightened. Then, he was rocking and his hand was pumping. We both came to shuddering climaxes moments later, him growling, and me crying out a keening noise into his mouth.

Papa peppered kisses from the side of my mouth to my throat. He lapped and kissed lightly before he finally took my flesh into his mouth and sucked hard. I lay boneless under him with a dazed smile until he finished his sucking and popped his head back up to examine his handiwork. He grinned proudly at his hickey and said, "Now THAT is even better!"

A sudden territorial and naughty thought occurred to me then. I nudged him to indicate that I wanted him to roll onto his back. He indulged me with an amused smile. I slid down his body under the cover of the duvet. My hands touched every inch of skin I encountered and my mouth traced along after. When I saw his still hard cock wet with our cum, I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth and cleaning it. I moaned. It seemed I had been moaning in humiliating abundance in the last eight hours or so, but who wouldn't with the taste of us on his throbbing, thick cock?

"Oh sshhiit, Erin. You are so good with your mouth." I heard him sigh above me.

Giving him a blowjob was not my objective, however much I was rethinking that now with my mouth wrapped tight around his cock. Nonetheless, when I was sure the last visage of our jizz was lapped up with my tongue, I forced myself to get back to my initial business and made him spread his legs. I rubbed his inner thighs lightly as I debated where to place my hickey. In the end, I decided it really didn't matter which, because I was so gonna do it again.

I grazed my lips from his furred balls to the tender skin at the junction of his left thigh. Then, I took a mouthful of that skin between my front teeth, biting down with the lightest pressure before licking it and letting it slip away. I did that a few more times before he tossed the bedcovers from us so he could watch me at it. I winked up at him and then took the wet flesh in my mouth again. Then I began to suck, every once in a while letting my tongue bathe the tortured skin. After a few sucks, I had a tantalizing close taste of the blood just below the surface of his thin skin and I sucked harder. For a teeth-aching moment I wanted to break that skin, just so I could get another mouthful of his enriching blood, but somehow resisted.

I was jarred from my feverish sucking when his cock gave an enthusiastic jump and slapped against my cheek. I broke out in light laughter and took the huge, turgid cock in hand and gave it a few appeasing strokes. Papa looked anything but amused as he gazed down at me with heat in his eyes.

"It'll be gone in just an hour." He said, and I thought I heard bitter regret in his words. "Yours will take longer, but it'll be gone too...in a few hours."

He was referring to our vampiric abilities to regenerate and heal ourselves. So long as we had blood to replenish us, we could remain as we were forever. It was the reason my tiny pussyhole will always go back to its virginal tightness. Unless I remained forever impaled on his thick cock, which I actually have no objections to...but back to the point.

Due to the fact that I am much younger and half human, my abilities to heal and regenerate worked more slowly than father's. Plus, since I wasn't quite done maturing and hadn't turned immortal yet, and probably would not for another few years, I was to a degree, vulnerable. For instance, if I were to ever get into a scuffle that resulted in minor bruising and cuts, they would be noticeably gone in just a few hours. If, however, I were ever staked through the heart or another vital organ, I would very likely die. In that situation, only ancient blood like Papa's, could save me. Even then, only if it was readily available seconds after the blow was delivered. Recovery would still not come quickly and there would be definite scarring.

That is why Papa had let me feed only from his rich blood as a child. He was old, even for a vampire, and powerful to a fearful degree. If Papa was staked through the heart, he would take it back out, shove it down his attacker's throat, and an hour later the wound would have healed without a trace of it ever having been there. 

Still, I learned today that Papa wasn't without scars. He had quite of few of them, but I knew that they were all from long ago during his time as the Viking warrior, Eirik Grimsson, or as he was known then, Eirik the Berserker. That was before our Queen had turned him. 

Sometimes, like when he looked troubled at the fact that our hickeys would fade too quickly, I wondered if he regretted not being human. I loved being a vampire, but I was born one. Papa was MADE into one. I only realized now that he never told me how it came to be.

I looked down at the huge purple mark I left on his thigh feeling the pride he must have felt when he gave me mine and pressed my lips to it. Then, I made my way slowly up over his body, peppering kisses along the way and never breaking our eye contact. With every kiss, I was happy to see his somber expression melting away. 

He laughed amusedly when I straddled his hips, took his face in my hands, and with exuberant "muahing" ardor, kissed his chin, his jaws, his nose, his brows, his closed eyelids and cheeks. When I was sure I had kissed every part of his face, I planted my mouth over his, beginning a leisurely, open-mouthed, probing kiss that I hoped would convey my deep desire and...love for him.

After a long while and a few gyrations later, I ended the kiss with a nip at his top lip.

"I will put it back on, every hour, on the hour." I promised him in an overly bright voice.

Papa didn't say anything, just looked at me with a heart-melting half smile, eyes shining with unconcealed...adoration, and...love? But I mustn't get my hopes up, I mentally cautioned myself. After all, Papa had loved my mother too...and that had not lasted more than a few weeks!

I ducked my head, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes, but his warm palm came up to one side of my face and guided my gaze back to him.

"Yeah." He acquiesced simply. 

He brought my face down to his and he kissed me with such a heated, heart-rending passion that I actually ached to the point that I had to squeeze my eyes shut against tears. I feared that the shaking sob that was wrenched from my throat and the desperate way that I was clutching to his skin gave me away though. 

My heart was pounding when I felt him reach behind me for his cock. I raised my ass wordlessly following his lead. The head of his pre-cum slick cock found my significantly shrunken and rejuvenated hole and pressed up firmly. Just as I was lowering myself over its tip a loud, GUUHRRRRLLL, resounded between us. We both froze.

Just like that, the moment was shattered and then stomped to fine granules by the hungry growl my stomach made in an inopportune protest to being starved.

I was mortified like I have NEVER been in my entire 18 years. I was sure I was blushing an obvious red all over as well.

And Papa? Well, at first he had looked quite as stunned as I did, but now he was roaring in uncontained laughter. It was the first that I had heard of it, in several years now. This laugh consisted of deep, rumbling, HAR-HAR-HARs, his head thrown back in unbidden hilarity and his body shaking from it.

His amusement was so infectious that I chuckled a bit too before I smacked his arm and gave a complained, "Papaah!" But my failed attempt to hide my smile made it easy for him to see that there was no malice in it.

"Erin..." He paused a moment in order to suck in a few breaths and to let out a few last ebbing chuckles. Then, eyes shining with mirth, he took my face in his hands, pressing our foreheads and noses together. "My delicate love. Forgive me. Sometimes I forget you need more than just blood."

"Don't remind me!" I cried, partly in jest. "I would have you pounding inside me now if I didn't have this revolting need to eat."

"No, don't say that," He said, instantly sobered. He took my chin and made me look into his eyes. "I love that you eat. I remember how much I enjoyed eating back when I was still human." He broke in with a laugh, "And food could be a bit revolting back then, not like the four star cuisine available nowadays."

He paused looking far away as if he was recalling it. With an outward shake of his head, he broke out of his reverie a few seconds later and he blew out a tired breath.

"Sweetheart," he continued, bringing a warm hand to press flat over my heart, palm against my chest. "It is another thing that makes you different...just like your heartbeat." He tapped a finger of that hand on my chest to the rhythm of my heartbeat. At his words and his actions, my heart raced faster. In synchronicity, his finger tapped faster, and he looked into my eyes as if he understood.

"I learned yours within a few hours of your birth. I would know it in a room filled with a thousand others." He admitted. "I used to sit with you when you were a babe, and listen to it for hours, telling myself that you needed me to feel safe, but it was the other way around. Hearing the drumming of your heart made ME feel safe."

He paused again, and I don't know if he wanted for me to respond, but I didn't know what to say.

"You ARE my heart. You are all that remains human of me. All that is HUMANE of me."

Papa was frowning again, too somber and too serious. "The moment that this heartbeat stops," his finger stilled on my chest, "it will mean only one of two things. One, you have died. Two, you have become completely like me, wholly vampire." He made number two sound like a worse sentence than death.

"If you die, I will follow you by walking into the sun." I knew from the way he said it, that this was a fact he was stating and not just his wishes. "If you become like me..." 

Papa swallowed hard and then quite suddenly squeezed me hard to his chest. 

"I will kill you and then I will embrace the sun."

I was struck by the knowledge then, that I never knew my Papa at all. He was intense, and I liked it. In spite of his revelation, I wanted to learn more. I was even more attracted to the man he is, than I had been to my idea of him.

I curled my legs and arms around him, returning the breath-constricting hug in an attempt to soothe or reassure him. We stayed motionless, like that for a while, until my stomach made a second less-deafening call for attention. 

Papa laughed again, but less enthusiastically.

He swatted my butt, something I noticed he liked to do, and said, "Go shower, I'll call downstairs for food to be prepared."

The erotic sting that remained from his swat and the image of us in the shower had my softened cock refilling. I batted my lashes at him and asked, "Join me?"

Smiling, Papa shook his head "no". 

"Go on ahead. If we shower together we won't make downstairs for a WHI-le," he dragged out that last word. "And that just won't do because I need to feed my baby." With that, he gave me a chaste kiss on my forehead and set me off of him like I weighed no more than a feather.

I turned on my hands and knees as if crawling to the foot of the bed, but stopped when I knew he had a good view of my ass. I pretended to yawn and stretch spreading my knees wide apart I slid my hands out in front of me on the bed so that my face and upper body were low and nearly touching the bed.

Flexing my back in a way that made my pink hole appear and disappear, I said in the sexiest 'come-fuck-me' voice I could manage, "So feed me, Daddy."

He gave a pained groan and, before I could react, his hand smacked down on my one of my cheeks so hard I screeched out in pain.

When the real pain had gone and my ass was warm and smarting, I realized my cock was leaking and that my hips were still rolling. Then, a second blow came down just as hard on my other cheek and a strangled, "Nnnguuhh!" was ripped from me.

"Papa!" Fuck! It was madness how he could pull me in so different extremes of emotion, in such a short amount of time. "Please? Please, just put it in. You don't have to fuck me. I just want to feel you slide into my ass, just once more."

We both knew I was lying. I NEEDED him to fuck me.

His voice was hoarse and unsteady when he replied. "The faster you shower and eat, the sooner your gorgeous hole will be jammed full of my cock and cum."

Painfully aroused, I gave a heated, frustrated groan. I looked back at him in anger for the first time, but seeing the determined expression on his face and the way he ignored his stiff, bobbing shaft to slip off the side of the bed away from me, I sighed in defeat.

"Fine!" I hopped of the bed and hurried to his private bathroom to take a quick, cold shower. 

With a wet, soapy bath towel, I roughly, and with as much indifference as I could muster, set to thoroughly cleaning myself of sex and musk from our heady activities. When I got to my ass, though, which was caked with dried cum as well as leaking my father's fresh cum, I used the towel to clean it with slow, less indifferent rubs.

I was so horned up, I started fucking my asspussy with one and then two soapy fingers, trying to convince myself I was only making sure I was thoroughly clean. I barely stifled my moans. It was only when I had almost collapsed to the tiled floor on trembling legs that I forced myself to cease finger fucking my hungry hole. With stiffened limbs, I let the water rinse off the soap and all evidence of my father's essence from me. Then, I shut off the water and stepped from the shower.

When I re-entered his bedroom, modestly covered in his huge fluffy, bathrobe, I saw him sitting naked at the love seat. He looked pensive with his elbows on his knees and his fisted hands pressed against his mouth. His attention was immediately diverted to me, however, when I took another careful step into the room.

Before I could say a word, he stood facing me and the breath was knocked from me. He. Was. Magnificent. And still noticeably hard. I took a deep breath in order to calm myself, and instead got a lung full of the scents of our mingled fluids and sex wafting off of him. What little control I had over my libido slipped. 

I managed to yank the robe ties from around my waist, but in a blur of movement he was right in front of me, clasping the loosened robe closed.

"Be...have!" He ground out with difficulty, his eyes flashing black. He took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered shut, his nostrils flaring. He stopped breathing then and we stood at an impasse until he seemed to regain some composure. His voice was not quite steady, when he pleaded, "Please, my heart. Get dressed in what I have laid out for you, and head downstairs to dine a short while without me. I will join you soon."




Papa and I Ch. 03



Papa kissed my temple and then brushed past me without another word or glance. Then, the bathroom door was pressed firmly shut and locked behind him with a few clicks. I could do nothing but put my fists to my hip and puff out an indignant breath through my nose.

Shaking my head, I walked over to the love seat and my eyes widened at the "clothing" he had put out for me. There were exactly three articles laid out. The first was a bright red robe made from paper-thin satin. It was cut like a kimono, with short wide sleeves that, when worn, would extend only to my elbows. The length of the robe itself would only fall halfway down my thigh. The second article was the accompanying one and a half inch wide satin ribbon that would serve as a tie for the robe. The last piece was a matching, bright red pair of lacey, female panties. Hip hugging cheekinis.

I looked back over my shoulder at the closed bathroom door where the sound of the running shower was all that could be heard and I shook my head in disbelief. I had NO idea about Papa's tastes!

More than a little curious and my cock hard in anticipation, I took the panties and walked over to the mirror at the other side of the room. With my back to the mirror and head craning to watch, I stepped into them. I straightened my legs and kept them that way as I slid the surprisingly soft fabric slowly up my milky white calves, up past slender knees and firm thighs. 

I was a-fuckin-roused!

I moaned aloud when the thin slip of fabric slid over my ass to my hips and the thin strip at the backside slid teasingly into the crack of my ass to rest on my aching, twitching, pink rosebud.

I had to admit, my round, firm, white buttocks looked pretty fucking good encased in bright red lace. Perhaps, Papa had started a regular thing here.

For a while, I adjusted my cock and balls. Luckily, neither are very big, and nestled in a comfortable bulge at the front.

I then donned the robe and left the room. Dinner would be a delightful torment as I was forced to sit clothed as such, in order to fulfill a hunger that did not nearly match the ceaseless yearning in my backside to be stretched to the limit around my Papa's engorged, monstrous cock. The only thing that made the next hour or so worth it was the thought that Papa would be suffering right along with me.



Papa and I Ch. 04



Author's Note: This is a story about father and son incest. YES, I refer to the son's ass as a pussy, and YES his name is Erin the female spelling. If that isn't your thing simply read no further. All others who have read the other chapters and remain reading, please enjoy! This may be the last chapter for a while. Another thanks to Becca, my wonderful editor!

Chapter 4

Head lowered beneath the pounding spray of the shower, I placed an anchoring hand on the tiled wall. The other flew in blur as it jacked my thick, rigid erection that seemed determined never to abate again. I was close. The image of my cock half stuffed in my son's panty-clad ass appeared vividly in my mind. He would be on his knees, hands bound in front of him as I fed my bloated cock into his ass from behind him. The fragile red fabric would be hooked on my thumb, held off to the side of one of his perfectly smooth round globes. I came instantly for the second time since entering the shower.

Frankly, I was baffled by the monstrous desires own son had awakened in me. For a little over two years, he had always been at the forefront of my thoughts, but now that I had him, he was like a permanent resident in my head. Being with him was different. Perhaps because he was the only person in the world that I cared for, but everything we have done together felt so much more intimate. When we had sex, I was torn between the need to dominate and fuck him so roughly that I was permanently etched inside of him and another need to worship his body with so much love and tenderness his heart would only remember and need me. That, in particular, was new to me.

The most intimate parts of our bed play were the ones that didn't require my cock inside him. Like when hard as hell with his hand wrapped around my cock, I watched him slumber for half an hour, taking a thorough mental photograph until I was lulled to sleep by the beating of his heart. Or when he had rubbed the sleep from my eyes laughing in that carefree way of his, looking as if he loved me...REALLY loved me. And the way that he kisses me... If anything could come close to reviving my heart, it would be his kisses.

Perhaps it wasn't strange that I felt a connection with him. I knew from the moment he was born that he was special, the light of my life. These past eighteen years of watching him grow and mature and wreak havoc in the household had been the best in my long, purposeless life. Although, what I had said to him earlier about killing myself if his heart ever stopped its beating threatened to make me blush recalling it, it was the absolute truth. My life had been bleak before him. I could not even imagine what the future would be without him. 

I loved him, but in what capacity? He loved ME, but again, in what capacity? For now all I know is that it feels right, no matter how wrong it actually is.

I let out a weary sigh and shut off the water. My cock was still half-hard, but there was nothing more I could do about that. Instead, I made quick work of getting dressed into a worn white t-shirt and a baggy pair of black sweatpants. I hadn't dried myself off, so the clothes felt uncomfortably damp, but I did rub my hair with a towel before combing it and tying the top-half up at the back of my head.

Before heading down to join Erin, I picked up the phone at my bedside table and phoned down to the "Help Booth" which was a call room near the quarters where my live-in Familiars resided. Several years ago, Harold had equipped all the rooms in the house with phones that could connect to that room, because it was where he spent most of his time taking care of the household. It worked like a bell pull system so that no matter where my guest and I were, we could conveniently get a hold of the household staff.

"How may I assist you, Master Eirik?" Came the husky voice of Page Hathaway, Harold's protégé and great niece.

"Miss Hathaway, can you please make arrangements for Erin's things to be moved to my room. There's no rush, but have at least his essentials moved by morning and the rest can follow later."

A pregnant pause followed my request and I could just imagine a comical open-mouthed, surprised look on the young girl's pretty face.

"Uh. Yes, of course," followed by a nervous laugh. I couldn't help but smile. It wasn't often I could surprise people anymore. "I'll get right on that immediately."

"Thank you, Miss Hathaway." I was sure she could hear the amusement in my voice.

"Call me Page, please, Master Eirik."

"Once you start calling me Eirik."

"Oh, but Great Uncle Harold said I mustn't...Alright, alright! Miss Hathaway it is." She conceded sounding miffed. 

I laughed. Strange...I was doing a lot of that. It probably had something to so with the fact that I was feeling happy. Very, very happy.

"Oh, and before I let you go, did you have a preference for who you would drink from tonight?" She asked.

"No, just whoever is available." 

"Ok. Someone will be in the dining room soon, sir."

"Actually, I would prefer to take blood in a cup tonight...with a bottle of Port."

Though I had discovered it a little late after my turning, taking blood properly was an intimate act that connected a Vampire to the blood giver in a sexual and nonsexual way. So, I couldn't imagine sucking blood from one of my Familiars with Erin at the table after all we had done. It just felt wrong.

"Alright." She replied brightly. "Anything else I can do for you, Master Eirik?"

"That will be all, thank you."

"You're welcome. Enjoy your dinner sir!" Then the line went dead.

I sighed. There will be talk amongst the Familiars.

When I finally padded barefooted to the brightly lit dinning room, I found my son sitting in his usual spot on the right at the end of the long table, wolfing down his food. He was hardly chewing before swallowing and shoving another meat-loaded fork into his mouth.

"Hungry?" I asked with a raised brow.

Erin choked in surprise and hit his chest a couple of times to dislodge the food. He looked up at me, mouth opened to respond, but no words came out. 

I laughed at his ogling, thankful that I could no longer flush in pleasure at how much he appreciated my looks.

As I walked down the long table to my seat at the end, he licked the residual oil from the food off of his lips and shook his head.

"You look good in eeeverything." He complained.

With a shake of the head and a shrug, he changed the subject back to answer my earlier question. "I didn't realize how hungry I was until I saw the spread." He gestured towards middle of table where roasted chicken, warm bread, steamed veggies, and other assortments of food were piled.

When I reached the end of the table, I walked around my own seat to get to him. He looked so good in red! He tilted his face to look up questioningly at me as I hoped he would and I took advantage, planting a quick kiss on his soft pink lips. Pulling away, I smiled seeing that his eyes were still closed and his lips still pursed. He was so fucking adorable!

I took his mostly empty plate and piled more food on it.

"Papa?" He asked, watching me in bewilderment.

I didn't reply, just took a seat at my place at the head of the table and set the plate down before me. Then, I held a hand out toward him with a pointed look at the fork and knife in his hands. He handed it over with a scowl. I threw my head back and laughed.

"Come sit in my lap. I'll feed you." I finally said with a couple last chuckles.

"R-really?" He asked in surprised.

"Yes, come."

It was my turn to ogle when he stood up. 

Seeing my expression, which was somewhere between dumbstruck and lusty, he grinned smugly down at me. Then, the minx pretended to drop his napkin with an over-exaggerated, "oops". Turning his back to me so that I had a sweat inducing view of his endless lithe legs, he bent down at the waist to retrieve it, his legs straightened and ass high in the air. 

Slowly, so very slowly, the satin lifted higher and higher the lower he bent and the silverware in my hands were mangled in my powerful, white-knuckled grip. For just a teasing second, I caught sight of the creamy white skin at the bottom curve of his ass and the edge of lace. Then he snapped back up with a bright, "Got it!"

"I never knew you were cruel." I grated.

He laughed. "I learned it from my Papa."

"I think someone needs a spanking."

"Promise?" He asked with a hooded look.

I cleared my throat and tried as hard as possible to sound composed. I was over millennia old. Surely I had more self-control and composure than I was currently exhibiting against the wiles of my eighteen-year-old son... "Come sit and finish you're dinner and we will see about that."

He slipped into the small space between the table and me, and I could smell his distinct honey and jasmine scent mixed with soap and the musky scent of his arousal. I even caught a lingering hint of my own scent and seed on his warmed skin. A rumbling sound filled the quiet space and I only realized a second later that it came from my own throat. Immediately, I stopped sniffing at his back, ceasing my unnecessary habit of inhaling altogether.

I guided him onto my left thigh, seating him sideways upon it with his legs and knees bracketed by mine. I tried to keep any part of him well away from my hard cock laying at the right, but he noticed it anyways looking from the bulge and back to my eyes again with a brow raise of his own.

"Ignore it. Eat." I said jabbing and tearing with the ruined utensils at pieces of chicken and green beans and putting it to his lips. He gave me a teasing grin and took the bite, seeming not to notice how unpracticed I was with the fork and knife.

"Ahem."

He had stilled and tensed. We both looked to see one of the Familiars, a petite raven-haired Lucy, standing at the door that connected to the kitchens. She was holding a tray, where my golden goblet and a bottle of Port were skillfully balanced.

"Good evening Master Eirik, Master Erin." She said, nodding at us. If our new seating arrangement troubled or surprised her at all, she did not show it, but of course Page had likely forewarned her. "I have fresh blood and Port for you, sir."

"Thank you. Leave it, and bring another set of silverware please."

"Yes, sir." She walked over, set the goblet and Port down on my right, bowed, and then she left.

When I looked at Erin, he still hadn't taken the second bite I was holding up for him, instead he was he was blushing becomingly. It was an uncharacteristic reaction from him. 

"Eat."

Erin gave an embarrassed look and took the bite. I scooped up a mound of creamy mashed potatoes with the fork and waited for him to swallow.

Chewing thoughtfully, he asked, "Papa, what does it taste like when you eat cooked food?"

The question caught me by surprise, and I brought the potatoes to his mouth as I thought of how to answer. "Salty...and over-seasoned, but without the seasoning its...bland. Mostly it leaves my mouth feeling like, I ate dirt. Why do you ask?"

"I remember you used to eat with me when I was younger." Erin said around a mouthful of potatoes.

"Oh yes, that's right." I chuckled, struggling to shovel food onto his the fork to bring to his lips. "You would fling food at your babysitters and refuse to eat, if I didn't eat along with you."

"Nooo," Erin feigned a look of disbelief. "I would have never done that."

"You know very well that you did." I couldn't help but smile.

Lucy returned with another fork and knife, then. I took them from her and I dismissed her with a grateful smile and a nod.

The new fork and knife felt small and still as awkward as ever in my hands. It showed as I clumsily cut at some chicken for him. Without a word, Erin reached out to adjust the tools in my hand and then wrapped each on top of mine to guide one hand to spear at a piece of meat with the fork while moving the other to saw and cut neatly at it with the knife. 

He acted as though it was the most natural and normal thing to do, completely unfazed. I, on the other hand, had tensed, finding that little action affecting a warm place inside of me.

"So you sat and ate all that disgusting food with me everyday for...what? Like four or five years?" He asked not to noticing his effect on me.

I cleared my throat again and swallowed. "Well, I didn't eat the cooked food. I would usually just have a small piece of lean raw steak doused with fresh blood. "

He took another bite of his food, and I couldn't help but notice how his soft lips closed firmly around the fork and slid off of it, much like how they looked on my cock. His tongue poked out to clean a bit of food off his lips and then he began to chew. My eyes followed every movement of his lips and jaws, not missing how his throat shifted and his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. Then my eyes were riveted to the ticking of his pulse where the purple bruise of my hickey was still visible, but already fading.

"Do you miss eating?" His question jolted me from my staring and I realized I had forgotten all about feeding him, but thankfully, he didn't notice. "Earlier, you said you used to enjoy food."

"I do and I don't." I replied, offering him a piece of chicken. "Food in my days as a human wasn't all that great. It was a lot of bland soup, bread, and dried preserved meats. Nothing like this." I gestured to the food. That was part of the reason using forks and knives were so strange to me still. Aside from the years I spent eating along with Erin (in which I did little more than spear whole pieces of steak to my mouth and tear at the dripping morsel with my teeth) my experiences with silverware were limited mostly to the spoon.

"Even so, I remember looking forward to eating." I continued, "I definitely miss the social aspect of it. The people of my village used to eat together and share stories and such. Most of the good memories I have from those days are centered around conversations at meal times."

He swallowed and asked, "Like this?"

I smiled and brought the back of my fingers to stroke his soft cheek. "Yeah, like this."

He wiped his mouth with the napkin and gave me a soft peck on the lips as I had done to him just minutes ago. Then he reached across me to grab the goblet and Port and brought it in front of himself.

"You like to have blood like this don't you? I see you do it often." He observed.

"It adds a different flavor to the blood."

He poured a healthy portion of the Port into the goblet of blood and stirred the mixture with one long index finger. Without a thought, he stuck the finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. Again, the silverware bent in my hands. When he cleaned his finger of the blood and wine he made a face and looked down at the contents of the goblet with a considering look.

"May I, Papa?"

I nodded.

Slowly, he brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip, swigged, and swallowed. He made a face again and smacked his tongue on the roof of his mouth a couple of times. Then he took another taste, this time a mouthful. He seemed to chew on it a little before taking two or three swallows to drain it from his mouth.

He licked his reddened lips still looking a little skeptical.

I was both aroused and amused by his actions.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"It's sweet and fruity which is good, but it's also kind of dry and a little bitter." He replied. "Does the alcohol affect you?"

"No, not at all, but that's because I am very old and a true vampire. It'd take a full bottle of whiskey just to get a nice warm burn going on." I made to take the cup and have a sip, but he held it out of my reach.

He looked from me to the cup, back at me and then to the cup again, his eyes calculating. For the life of me, I didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. Then he brought the cup to his lips and started gulping down its contents. He turned away and belched rather loudly afterwards.

"I'm done with my dinner, Papa." He said standing up and turning to face me. "Would you like to have yours now?" 

He brought his hands to my knees and pressed them together, so that he could climb onto my lap and straddle me.

I took one good look at his ruby red lips and I was sinking my fingertips into the silky strands of blond hair. I brought our faces close, our noses pressing together and our lips just hairbreadths away from each other. I could smell the sweet metallic tang of blood on his lips and a hint of grapes and alcohol. He was still except for a few uncontrollable undulations of his hips, grinding his basically bare bottom on my lap.

Slightly raising my hips, I sat forward on the edge of my chair and he adjusted himself so that his cock pressed firmly on my lower belly. He gasped shakily and I quickly pressed our lips together, using my tongue to lick around just the inside of his silky, warm lips.

He made a squeaky, whimpering noise and I made a deep purring sound at the delectable flavor that he, the blood, and Port created. It was addictive. He ground harder on to me and clasped his hands painfully tight at my nape.

"You taste so good, baby." I licked his lips again and he gave my tongue an impatient lick back.

"Papa, kiss me." He whispered breathlessly, his long blonde lashes fanning his flushed cheeks, since his eyes were lowered to focus avidly on my lips. "Kiss me, please!"

"Soon, sweetheart." I said, one of my thumbs grazing his cheek. "Let me have my dinner."

Teasing myself with another taste of him, by sucking lightly and momentarily on his tender top lip, I set to finding his pulse on the left side of his slender neck. He eagerly tilted his head back and to the right for me, panting as I left a wet trail from his lips to that strong, fast pulse. It told me that he was heart-poundingly excited and I could smell the drugging scent of his blood with the enhancement of adrenaline. My fangs grew.

I licked along the vein making sure that saliva was slick there to numb some of the pain when I pierced him. 

"Take it, Papa. Bite me there." He was rocking his hips at a rhythmic pace now and every once in a while his warm, inner thigh brushed against my leaking cock, still lying against my right thigh.

I opened my mouth and bit into him savoring the feel of my fangs sinking into his neck. His warm tender skin sank in and then gave way under my sharp canines, wrapping snug around them.

I felt and heard his pained hiss against my temple and then a drawn out, "Uunnnghhhhh! Oooh, Papaah!"

Lips stills clasped around the wound, I removed my teeth and let them recede into my gums as his hot delicious blood gushed into my mouth. I growled like a fucking animal, swallowed, and took another strong draft of his blood. 

He was clutching hard at my back now, our chests pressed uncomfortably tight together and he was rocking hard and erratically.

I took and took and took, until he yelled and came. He came hard and so violently that he dislodged his throat from my lips.

He was gasping and writhing in my lap, the wound on his throat still dribbling blood and I had to wrap an arm around his slim waist and pet at his chest to calm him.

"Shhhh. Breathe, baby. Slow deep breaths."

He did as I told him, and soon his panting slowed until he grew limp in my arms.

"Fuuuuck..." He moaned weakly.

I drew him to me and licked at the two holes in his throat until they closed and I then licked and kissed at the blood that had dripped down to his chest, leading me to my next treasure. Brushing the satin aside, I found a dusky nipple and flicked it with a finger. He sucked in a breath, and made a strangled sound when I covered the nipple with my mouth and sucked hard. 

"Oooh, Papa. It feels good... sooo good." He said eyes still closed and his body rolling sensuously. 





Papa and I Ch. 04



He didn't have to tell me. I knew he would, and it wasn't just because of me or what I was doing to him. The effects of the alcohol-laced blood that he had just downed were starting to suffuse his system with abnormal celerity in an effort to replace the blood I had drained him of. Though he had very little alcohol, the amount that had hit him at once, coupled with the light-headedness of blood loss, resulted in a drunken state similar to effects of several shots of hard liquor.

When I grazed the edge of my teeth on the sensitive nub of his stiffened nipple, he arched his back and stuck out his chest for more. Not giving in to his desires, I stopped my attentions to his nipple. I found his mouth and kissed him hard, using teeth and bruising force. I craved him, badly, and he needed to know how fucking much.

He put both hands between us and shoved me firmly away, our kiss broken with a smack of reluctant lips. We were both gasping. For me, it was out of habit and unfilled desires. For him, I thought in satisfaction, it was an uncontrollable reaction to my kissing the living hell out of him. 

A lazy smile curved his lips, and his eyes fluttered open. They were glowing again like gold under the sun. His pupils dilated. His cheeks were rosy. The alcohol, lust, and my bite combined to make a potent aphrodisiac for my already insatiable lover.

Clumsily, he slipped away from me. I let him go watching, more than a little amused, as he stood on unsteady legs and ended up stumbling backwards. His ass hit the edge of the table, and his hands came up to grip it to steady himself.

"It's time." He said silkily. "Pants down. Now." There was a slight slur to his speech, and I was reminded of how young he really was. He was so susceptible to the effects of a mere cup of Port. But that had a lot to do with the fact that tonight was the first time I had ever allowed him a taste of alcohol. And what an introduction it was!

I stood up, crowding his space but not touching him, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants. I lowered them to just below my ass and let it slip off the rest of the way, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of them.

His eyes were glued to my throbbing cock and his hands cracked the edge of the thick mahogany table, evidence of how strong he was becoming.

"Sit down," His voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat, "and spread your legs."

I raised a brow at his commanding tone and he added an impatient, "Pleeease."

I would have laughed if my brain had not been so completely preoccupied with the taking in the vision he made. I scooted the chair back a bit and sat down, my ass at the edge of my seat. Then I spread my legs and gripped the armrests of my chair to keep from touching myself.

"Let me see you."

Wordlessly he pulled at the tie at his waist and the light material spread open to reveal the most delectable sight I had ever seen. He was breathtakingly gorgeous naked, but incased in lace and satin, he was to-fucken-die-for! I noticed though, that his dick was looking slightly strangled, and made a mental note to buy enough crotch-less panties so that he could wear a different one everyday for a year.

Erin leaned back, putting more of his weight onto the table, slightly on the tips of his toes with legs spread for my viewing pleasure. "I didn't know you liked your men cross dressed, Papa." 

I made a face at him. "I don't. I just wanted to see you in tiny, lace panties."

"Aaand?"

"Aaand you'll be wearing them from this day forward." I said in a tone that brooked no contest.

"So you just happened to have women's panties laying around..." His eyes narrowed suddenly suspicious, and I felt the chill and venom in his tone when he said, "Don't tell me I'm wearing used panties from one of those bitches you fucked!"

"No!" I assured him, feeling embarrassed by the truth of why I had the outfit 'laying around'. Reluctantly, I admitted, "I bought them...and two other pairs, a month ago...after I saw you taking a dip in the pool in your Speedos."

At my words his menacing expression dissolved and by the end of it he looked like the cat that got the cream. I didn't even tell him that I hadn't 'fucked' any 'bitches' in months because every time I did, I barely held back from calling out his name.

He took a step toward me and started to kneel, but I caught his hand halting him. I bent down and picked up my sweatpants. I folded it neatly and thickly before I laid it between my feet saying, "Kneel here, sweetheart." 

When he didn't immediately kneel, I looked up at him, and was startled by the expression on his face. He was smiling, but his brows were knitted almost as if in pain and there was something soft in his eyes. He looked...touched by what I had done and I was embarrassed again.

"The floor is hard and cold." I said by way of explanation.

He nodded smiling a bit more brightly and tightened his hand in mine before lowering himself to his knees.

He placed his hands on my knees and ran them up my thighs. "Hmm..." he hummed with a pout, one of his hand gliding up over my balls and the underside of my cock.

I wanted to toss my head back in ecstasy at finally having his hands on my cock again, but I also did not want to miss anything he was going to do, so I forced myself to watch, rapt. 

As his hand started a slow leisurely stroke of my cock, the index finger of his other hand prodded at the spot where the hickey he had placed there earlier had faded to almost nothing.

He wet his lips and dipped his head down to kiss my left knee, where his lips and tongue started the hot wet trail up to that spot again. Like he did before, he kissed and licked it before setting to work, putting the hickey back into place. All the while, his smooth hand stroked up and down my turgid cock with a hip-bucking twist at the tip. I was spewing pre-cum, and his hand and my cock were covered in it by the time he was done replacing his mark.

"Suck my cock, sweet...ah." My words were unneeded, because his hot mouth had engulfed a good four inches of my cock before I finished my sentence. Against my will, my eyes shut tight at the sheer pleasure of occupying the wet cavern of his hot mouth.

He didn't tease or torture me with tiny licks or touches. He sucked on my cock, hard, like his life depended on it and almost immediately had my cock down his throat. In his position he couldn't quite deepthroat me, but what inches he could not fit in his mouth he jacked with his soft hands. 

Glug! Glug! Glug! The rhythmic sound of him fucking his throat onto my cock filled the huge dinning hall and was like music to my ears.

Then he pulled off my cock gasping for air, his face streaming with tear and his chin was coated with saliva. Not even close to catching his breath he lifted my cock and slapped it against his pursed lips and his soft cheeks a couple of times before he averted some of his oral attention to my aching balls. He bathed them with his tongue, panting hot puffs of breaths upon them before sucking one into his mouth and humming to his and my pleasure. He did the same to the other and then was back to jamming my cock as far down his throat as he could get it at that angle.

He did this repeatedly until I felt my balls begin to tighten up and I quickly, but gently, pulled him off of me bringing one of my own hands to squeeze painfully hard at the base of my cock to stave off coming.

He made a sound of protest and leaned forward to get one last tongue-y suck of the bulbous head of my cock before I stood up, bringing him up to his toes with me. Our lips locked again, because I was growing to love the taste of myself when mingled with him.

I walked forward, making him take clumsy steps back until his ass met the table again.

"Turn around." I ordered harshly. 

He spun quickly, and I took a step back to see, pushing his upper body down slightly and flipping the hem of the robe up on his back. God? Christ? The Al-fucking-mighty?! Whoever it was that I was to thank, his ass was the holiest fucking creation that the universe or God created. The red lace covered his skin from his lower back where it met the curve of his ass to three or so inches below, hardly covering half of his round creamy white asscheeks. I brought my hands down hard on each cheek, eliciting a soft breathy "Ooo!" from his lips. When my hands were full of the firm flesh of his cheeks, I squeezed painfully at the bared flesh, spreading them wide apart to reveal an inch thick of lace that hugged his crevice. I could fucking see his puckered rosy asspussy through the thin red lace.

"FUCK, that's a pretty ass." 

I used my thumb to massage his pink rosebud through the material for a bit before I pushed it into his asshole along with the lace. It gave only a little and he let out a throaty moan, squirming beneath me.

"Please, Daddy." I fucking LOVED how he switched to calling me 'Daddy' when he was horned up.

I dragged him back towards me, his back flushed with my front, and I pushed the dinner plates and everything that was too close to the end of the table to a crashing heap on the floor.

I took his shoulder and pressed his front down on the table, so he bent at the waist with his torso pressed against table, careful to keep his hips well away from the table. I did not want to crush the hard sensitive bits of him that I adored so much.

"Are you Daddy's boy?" I asked massaging his furled hole with my thumb again.

"Yea," he agreed breathily with a sultry smile. "Your sinful boy."

I gave his ass a sharp smack. He cried out in pain, but pleasure was there too.

"Yes, Papa! Spank m-AHHH!" I smacked his asscheeks hard. The loud THWAK rent the air. He was gasping for breaths and his legs were trembling. 

He let out a sob and then, "Oooh, Daddy!" It sounded like a call for mercy and also like plea for more.

I caressed his reddening ass cheeks. It was searing hot under my palm. 

I stepped into him, bending at the knees a bit to line my cock up in the crevice of his cheeks, and then the rest of my body followed. Our bodies flushed together. I ran my hands over his satin covered shoulders where I started to gently knead his tense muscles, then down his arms until my hands found his. I interlaced our fingers, and buried my face in his hair at the nape, taking a deep lungful of his heavenly scent. Then, I left a kiss there before moving to kiss his ears. 

At first it was only a press of the lips, but soon, my tongue delved into and traced the shell of his ear. I treated his earlobe to a suck and a light nip and he squirmed beneath me. I ground my body harder into his, wanting to get even closer. He reciprocated the action, arching and pressing back to me.

"You are the sweetest sin a man could commit." I whispered into his ear, and then moved my mouth to give his other ear the same treatment. He obliged me by turning his other ear up for me. "I would embrace hell a thousand times over to have you like this." I whispered it quietly into his ear like a closely guarded secret.

"Unhhhnnn." he moaned out in close-eyed bliss. "Me too, Papa."

"Shall I put my tongue in this little hole back here too? Should I kiss it? Nibble and eat it?" I asked him with a buck of my hips so that my cock slid against said hole.

"Yes, Yes! I need you in there!" He cried out. "Tongue. Finger. Cock, whatever...I just need YOU in there."

Who was I to deny him, or me THAT?

I divested him of his robe, taking a brief second to admire the graceful planes of his lithe stretching back and noting the tiny moles that marred his otherwise unblemished skin in a most becoming way. Then, I clasped his hands in mine again and outstretched them in front of him. Flattening his palm on the cold wooden surface, I told him, "Your hands stay there, darling."

He nodded in understanding. So sexy and willing.

I took his chin and turned him so I could look in his beautiful eyes and for a suspended moment we stared at each other, both searching for...something. Eventually, I broke our eye contact by viciously claiming his mouth, needing and yearning to be inside him in both the literal and figurative sense.

I broke our lips apart to kiss the small mole on his left shoulder and then the mole on the curve of his right shoulder blade. My hands rubbed and stroked his back where my lips didn't touch. He chuckled a little, tickled when I grazed my lips on the mole that was at his right side, low near his ribs. It made me press a smile to the mole at the dip in his lower back.

I knelt down behind him and said, "You have earned ten. Count them." 

"Wha-AH!" He cried out sharply when I interrupted his confused inquiry with a sharp smack to his right ass cheek.

"One..." I told him.

"One." He repeated shakily.

I gave his left cheek a smack, this one a little lighter than the previous one.

"Two-Ughuuuh." He had barely counted the second when I followed it with a quick stinging strike to his left again. "Three." 

He was gasping for breath.

I rubbed the handprints I left on his ass with soothing strokes.

"Papa?"

"Shhhh..."

I swatted his right ass cheek so hard even my palms were stinging. I didn't wait for him to count again before I struck his left with equal force. He groaned out through gritted teeth.

"Four. Five." He sobbed out, and his legs were trembling now. I could see the pink tip of his cock sticking out of the panties, leaking profusely onto his right thigh. The clear stream of precum was leaking down to his knees already. 

My son had a masochistic streak that called to the darkness in me, which I only let out during bed play with partners who were into that sort of thing. So far, I had tried to keep it hidden from him, but the clear evidence of how much he reveled in the abuse I was delivering made my own cock weep in anticipation. I never thought that it was possible for my cock to get any harder than it already had been in the past day I had spent with him, but there it was. My cock was harder than fucking steel!

The sixth cracking blow I gave him was so hard he cried out unbidden, his ass squirming uncontrollably from the pain. I paused, waiting for him to come to himself, and when he did, he did not forget to count. His voice was hoarse, but obediently he didn't move or cry for me to stop. Quite to the contrary, he waited impatiently for the rest with a slight, almost imperceptible, rolling of his hips.

The seventh blow was a mere tap, but he gasped anyways and counted. I nearly laughed when his whole body drew tight as a bow, as if anticipating the eighth to be painful, but I again tapped lightly. He counted that one with a relaxed sigh. I waited a long time before delivering the next one, taking the opportunity to gently rub his now flaming red ass. The blood I had brought up to just under his skin with my punishing strikes made them feel hot to the touch. When I finally did give him the ninth, he was caught of guard, letting out a strangled yelp at his smarting ass.

"Nine!"

For the last one, I cheated a little bringing both hands slamming down, hard enough to make a decent smacking sound, but not enough to cause real pain.

"Ten." He said weakly.

I didn't let him rest, instead I drew his panties aside like I had fantasized I would in the shower earlier and set upon eating his ass like a rogue Vampire with his first taste of untainted blood. My hands squeezed his ass cheeks and held them wide apart, so that I could lick broad stripes over his puckered hole. 

"Hmmm....you did so good, baby."

I used the tip of my tongue to trace around and around his hole several times and then stiffened it so that I could poke it inside his warm, welcoming orifice. It gave under the pressure with more ease than I had anticipated. It seemed his ass had healed some, but was not completely tightened up to its original state just yet. That was a relief, because I was so turned on, I could not comprehend how I could find enough self-restraint to be gentle with him once I finally got my cock back inside of him.

"Oh Papaah! Eat my little ass hole." He cried out, humping his ass back at my face.

I responded by laving lazily until he was restless and begging to be fucked, but he wasn't ready for my cock. I stuck out my tongue again and began stabbing it into his ass pussy, mimicking what I would soon be doing.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that Daddy. I need you so bad!" he was whimpering.

My fingers had joined in at this point, making quick work of opening his ass up for me. Carefully, but hastily I was pushing in one finger into his impatient pink sheathe, then two, and then three, scissoring and twisting them.

"You want my cock?" I asked.

"Yes!" He barked. "Please. I think I'd die if I don't have it now!" 

I placed butterfly kisses on his abused red cheeks, before I got up to my feet.

"I need some lube!" I realized. If it had been anyone else, I would have just spit on my cock and his ass and be done with it, but not with my son!

"The olive oil!" He gasped.

I saw the small serving bottle of oil they had placed out on the table to be had with the fresh bread and summoned it. It landed smack in my hands and I quickly poured a strip over my cock from base to tip. As I stroked the makeshift lube all over my cock, I poured a liberal amount down the crack of his ass.

I tossed the bottle onto the table, and the contents spilled out, but I barely gave it a thought. I wanted inside my son, had held back for more than an hour since waking and my body and cock were feeling the symptoms of withdrawal. Even so, I made sure that his asshole was properly greased before I stepped up to the prized hole and rubbed the broad tip of my cock up and down his crack, using just enough pressure so that it caught onto the opened ridge of his ass rim with every pass.

"Tell me what you want, love."

"Your cock, Daddy! Please put your cock in my pussy!"

I lined up my cock and pressed forward, so that his asshole expanded under the pressure, but not enough to let it pop in. Perhaps I was a masochist too, but holding back from having what I wanted so badly that I was visibly shaken brought a delicious excitement into my chest. Instead of doing what we were both desperate for, I took my cock away from his entrance and I asked, "And to whom does this pussy belong?"

"Daddy?" He complained.

I smacked his ass, and he jerked with a cry.

"My pussy belongs to you, Papa." He sobbed, restlessly scrabbling at the table beneath him. "Only you."

"Ask me for it again."

"May I please have your fat cock in my asspussy, Daddy?" He paused a moment and looked back at me with a wicked grin. "Your bad boy needs his pussy filled to behave."

I laughed and bent forward to kiss his irresistible lips, then stood back up to watch myself finally breach his silken, hot asshole. Deliberately slow, I sank centimeter by excruciatingly slow centimeter into his contracting pussy. I was caught between watching the pained ecstasy on his face and the unyielding breach of my too thick cock into his too small pussy hole. By the time I was fully seated in him, I was moist with perspiration, and I could see him gleaming with it too. 

"Papa," he said breathily. "I'll never get used to how wide you stretch me."

I pulled out just as slowly as I had pushed in, and he groaned into the inside of his arm.

"I guess I have to do this over and over until you are then." I sank into him again, taking my time so we could both enjoy the sensation of his asswalls stretching around every inch of my invasion, forced to accept me. 

"All day, Daddy." He agreed. 

I pulled back out to the tip.

"I want your cock up my cunt in a room full of people." He continued. 

"UHN!" He groaned when I had slammed in to the hilt at the suggestion.

"You like that, Daddy?" He asked panting as my hips started building up to a faster pace. "You want other Governors to watch my cunt bouncing on your big cock during one of your meetings?"




Papa and I Ch. 04



Fuck! Even if that wasn't true, the idea of it was making my balls draw up. I was hammering his ass now, but as turned on as I was, I couldn't quite reach the precipice.

I stopped my fucking and helped him bring both of his legs onto the table so that he was on splayed knees in a pose reminiscent of frogs. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions for him, but it allowed me unfettered access to his asshole, which was stuck out half a foot from the edge of the table and exposing his asspussy for the deep hard dicking I was aiming for. 

I clenched his hips hard and I knew he would be bruised as I started battering his tiny pussy. He was moaning and whimpering, his ass canal was squeezing around my cock and I felt as powerful as the fuck I was delivering to his ass. I loved how his asscheeks jiggled under the unforgiving onslaught of my selfish plundering. He was biting his lower lip hard and wincing when I slammed into him to the very base of my cock, penetrating him more deeply than I have done yet.

"Fuck, baby! You want it too don't you?" I asked. "You want me to fuck you in front of people."

He didn't deny it, just kept grunting and crying out in pleasure while I continued ramming his hole.

"I'll have you here under the table, so I can fuck your throat for all to see." Fuck. I can just see him, face red and wet with cum and saliva, gagging around my cock buried deep in his throat for all the other Governors to see while they tried to discuss serious matters about our race. 

I was getting close.

"Then, I will paint your face with my cum and make you sit up in your seat so they can watch you eat it off your face."

All of a sudden, I heard arguing voices outside in the hall and the clicking of quickly approaching footsteps of at least two people. But I couldn't stop. I was so close. I fucked him harder and faster, rutting in desperation for the orgasm that was so close.

"No, don't." I heard Page cry desperately. Her voice and footsteps sounded dangerously close to the double doors that I had used to enter the dining hall. I still didn't stop. I was so close to cumming that I could fucking taste it!

Erin tensed and gasped "Papa!"

He looked back at me, eyes wide with horror. He had heard too. When he tried to get up though, I grabbed him hard by the back of his neck and forced him down, slamming up his pussy like a man possessed. I shifted and bucked until he gasped and let me know that I had hit his sweet spot. I made sure that my surging thrust hit his button as many times as I could with my erratic fucking.

"Oh fuck, Daddy! Oh, fuck me!" He sounded scared and excited repeating the mantra like a prayer.

The door burst open and Page and my head Enforcer, Alec Ramsey, stopped dead in the doorway. Whatever they were about to say was robbed from their gaping mouths at the sight of me plowing into my son's backside.

It seemed that was too much, or rather, just enough to do the trick for Erin when he came hard, bucking and writhing, his palms smacking the table with wood-shattering force under my firm hold and sobbing "Daddy!" 

His asswalls milked unendingly around my huge erection as his orgasm went on for long moments. After another handful of thrusts, I finally climaxed with a mind-numbing orgasm, bellowing his name and continuing to hammer single-mindedly into his snug sheathe while our audience watched in rapt disbelief. 

I collapsed, boneless on top of Erin, gasping for breath until I felt him shaking and moaning, still overly-sensitized from such a huge orgasm.

I helped him lower his legs, petting and shushing him until he was silent and in control of himself. I leaned over his weak prone body to bring our lips together kissing him tenderly.

"You did so good, baby." I whispered on his lips.

He smiled, drained and sleepy. "I love you, Papa."

I kissed his nose feeling warmth, affection, and love to the deepest darkest pits of my nonexistent soul. When I heard his breaths turn soft and measured, I knew he fell asleep.

Only then did I turn my attention to the two intruders at the door. My eyes narrowed with hostility. Fangs bared with aggression, I growled, "This better be fucking good, Ramsey."



Papa and I Ch. 05



Warning: Gay Father/Son incest here!

Author's Note: Hey Readers! I know it has been an extremely long time, but I just could not be satisfied (still not satisfied) with this chapter no matter how many times I rewrote it. Here it is though, just in time for the New Year. I hope you all enjoy! 

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After that blissful, earth-shattering experience in the dining hall, I had woken up an hour later, tucked snugly in bed, only to discover that Papa was gone. All that he had left behind was his scent on the sheets and the fragrant full-bloomed red rose set atop a short note.

Trouble is brewing. Must attend to my duties. Be back soon. 

Love,

Papa

That had been nearly three weeks ago, and that rose lies dead upon the nightstand. This was the longest time that we had ever gone without seeing each other, and it was starting to fuck with my nerves. It did not help matters that just a few days after Papa had vanished, some disturbing changes had taken place in our home. The security was beefed up to unprecedented proportions, Alec Ramsey (Uncle Ramsey to me) had basically moved in, and I was no longer allowed to leave the premises. To say I was pissed was an understatement. To say that I was scared shitless that something had happened to Papa? Well...that was a fact.

I looked around the room, our room, and all I could see were my things scattered amongst his. All I could smell was him, all around me, but he was not here. My chest ached with a deep hollowness, and frustrated tears were pricking my eyes.

Shit! I needed to get out of the house! I needed some fresh air before I lashed out and killed something! 

I strode from the dimly lit room to the pitch-black darkness of the hallways, singularly focused on running out the back door. Uncle Ramsey caught me just ten feet from the curtain shrouded double doors that led out to the patio and the vast acres of land behind the house.

I wrenched my arm from his hold with a snarl.

"Erin." He said my name calmly with just a hint of warning.

Normally, I would have heeded that warning. Uncle Ramsey was Papa's right hand man and his Head of Enforcer, but more than that, he was like a second father to me. He had doted on me just as much as Papa had done, so aside from Papa, I loved and trusted him most in the world. At the moment, however, he was also the person I was most angry with. It was him who had brought the news that took my father away. I suspected that he was also the only person who knew where Papa was, but he would not share the information, nor would he go searching for him.

"I need some fresh air!" I bit out.

"So wait until dark, when me and my men can accompany you." He placated.

"I don't want company. Especially not yours." A flicker of hurt and annoyance crossed his face at my words, and I had to tamp down the feeling of guilt threatening to rise. I knew that he kept me in the dark only because he wished to protect me, as Papa probably willed it, but it was frustrating nonetheless. I had Papa as my lover for little more than a day and a half, and now he was simply gone. 

"Your father wouldn't want you to put yourself at risk."

I deliberately met his eyes-something he had been uncomfortable with since he caught Papa fucking me in the dining hall-and ground out, "I. Don't. Fucking. Care."

He took a step forward, his nose flaring in anger, and I matched his movement with a forward step of my own. My hands clenched into fists at my sides until they hurt, eyes challenging his blackening ones. I was ready for a fight, and though I was not an experienced soldier like he was, Papa had ensured that I was more than decent in combat. I would be able to hold my own for a while, even if Uncle Ramsey would eventually hand me a sound ass-kicking. He HAD been the one to teach me nearly all I knew of fighting, after all.

We stood at an impasse for long moments before I finally saw him give in and sigh with exasperation. I was both a bit disappointed that I would not get to blow off some steam and relieved that I would not have to take him on, because recovering for the resulting injuries would have seriously sucked. I took a deep breath to calm myself, as he looked at his watch and then barked into his walkie-talkie for the human security team to "Get down here!" 

I rolled my eyes and groaned. 

"Don't give me any of that, Erin. You're father would kill me if he found out I left your side for any length of time." He tapped his watch and continued, "The sun will set in, approximately, two hours, so the humans will protect you for that time. I will watch from here, so DO NOT think to stray far from them or I will beat your ass black and blue!"

I reached for the French doors and stepped out into the waning day, the guards hurrying after me as they slung on their weapons and tried to assimilate the orders Uncle Ramsey was issuing. It would have been a freeing experience, stepping out of the house for the first time in three weeks, if it were not the fact that I felt so empty inside.

-P&I-

There was a chill blowing through the air, and the approaching storm clouds were like an ominous caveat of danger to come. The sky was a beautiful array of dark grey cloud broken in areas with vibrant pinks and oranges of the setting sun, but I could not find it in myself to care. The only thing, the only PERSON, that occupied my thoughts was Papa.

I tried to blink away the tears that stung my eyes, but they fell down my face in rivulets until I accepted that I about to have a breakdown. To think that something had happened to him...The rough sob was ripped from my chest before I could think to stop it, and then I was bawling in earnest into the crook of my right arm.

"Mr. Eirickson?" One of the bodyguards inquired hesitantly.

I shook my head and tried to stifle the tears, but that only made me hiccup and cry harder, my body shaking with it. Fuck trying to stem the tears like a man! Fuck trying to have a modicum of pride! The dull pang of my perceived loss of him was crippling. 

Then there was a sudden shift in the air, a snap of twigs behind the copse of trees near the pond, and then his scent drifted to me. The hairs on the back of my neck pricked up, tears temporarily forgotten. The bodyguards began to surround me. 

Instincts told me to run, but the scent of him was like a drug. Just the smell and my chest felt ready to burst with immeasurable pleasure, a heaven of its own that drew me like a moth to light.

I squinted through the trees and saw him, but he was changed. He looked dirty, rangier, and the gleam in his eyes looked crazed. Still, I took a step forward, relieved and exultant at finally being able to see him. He mirrored my move, coming out just a little from the shadow of the trees.

I gasped at the state he was in. His clothes were in tatters and his feet were bare. His sun-tanned skin had a sickly pallor to it, and his cheeks looked hollowed. He reminded me of a hungry beast, one that seemed to hunger for me, if the intent dark stare he directed towards me meant anything. Both fear and delight suffused me. That thing in the shadows was MY Papa, however much he had been changed.

I felt a tug on my sleeves and John (the human bodyguard charged with guarding me since I was in elementary) urged, "We have to get back into the house, Mr. Eirickson!"

And then another guard started to shout into his radio. "He's here! His father is here! Get Ramsey, now!" 

GGGRRRLLL!

The hair-raising growl resembled that of a lion, and for a moment everyone stopped to look in the direction of the trees. The flurry of activities and the threat of losing his prey maddened the creature that looked like my father. He had stepped out completely from the shadows, fangs and claws bared, his face a horrifying contortion of menace. He growled more viciously as the sun, though blanketed by the thick clouds, started to burn his sensitive skin. Harold's words came back to me at the sight:

"Rogues are vampires that have given into bloodlust too many times to reclaim sanity. They are constantly looking for victims to sate their thirst, becoming more beast than man... They look the part too."

I had never seen a Rogue in my life and had only the descriptions of Papa, Uncle Ramsey, and Harold to go by, but it struck me that with the way Papa was looking then, he could have passed for a Rogue. 

One minute he was standing at the edge of the trees, and the next minute he was behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath when his strong arm banded 'round my middle and yanked me into him. 

"Mine!" He growled through gritted teeth. His voice was guttural and inhuman.

"Fuck!" John muttered raising his gun and, without an ounce of hesitation, shot in the direction of Papa's head, but it was too late. The crack of shot made my sensitive ears ring, and the whizz of the bullet passing near my ear made gooseflesh rise on my skin.

There was a sudden feeling of weightlessness, like mist-not quite unsubstantial-and the air muted around me. I felt near to panic, afraid that I would simply float away into nothing. It did not help matters when I tried to take a calming breath, and I found that I could not. At that moment, I was not sure I even had lungs. Then, as quickly as it began, it ended, and I was whole again, sucking in a breath so hard that I nearly choked on it. Disoriented as I was, I still managed to register the sound guns firing in the distance. And then, understanding dawned on me, teleportation. Papa had just teleported me for the first time.

We were now in the darkness of our room. Through the midst of all the chaos that sounded from the lower levels of the house and outside in the distance, all I could focus on was him; his panting breaths, his steel hard arm tight around me, and his big broad chest against my back. I could also hear the my own rapid heartbeats. The rush of blood coursing through me was hard to miss. 

Uncertainly, I asked, "Papa?"

He responded by twisting me to face him, making animal noises as his sniffed, sucked, and nipped at my throat wildly. I was equal parts scared and aroused by his behavior, especially when he started tearing my clothes to shreds.

"Oh god! I've missed you, you asshole!" I moaned hoarsely, tilting my head back to expose more of my throat for him. I shivered at his approving snarls as he dove in for my neck, wholly consumed in the delight of it.

I jumped, startled, when the double doors were kicked open so hard that one of them flew off into an adjacent wall, and the other hung on crookedly to the frame by a hinge. Before I could say a word, Papa shoved me behind him, shaking the whole house with a roar to rival that of werewolves. Uncle Ramsey was standing in the middle of the doorway, a titanium claymore held at the ready.

"Christ man! Get away from your son. NOW!" 

Papa loped forward and swiped with his claws. Uncle Ramsey barely dodge it, but one of the men to his left was not so lucky. Three claw marks were gouged deep across his chest, and I made a choked horrified noise as blood so dark, that it looked almost black poured from the wounds and he hit the floor with a thud.

"PAPA!" I shouted, appalled beyond measure that he had just hurt one of OUR men. Our family. 

He growled again turning to face me. His eyes were completely black, and the animosity that radiated from him hit me like a physical blow. Finally, I understood the situation I was in. This was not Papa. This was an uncontrollable beast with immense and dangerous power. He could actually hurt me. For once in my life I was truly afraid of him.

I could understand now, about Papa's occasional reservations about what he had been turned into. We WERE monsters. I stumbled back away from him, and he came after me. No amount of training could have prepared me for this. 

"Eirik!" Uncle Ramsey shouted, coming further into the room. 

Papa made an agitated noise and turned back to face his foe. I could see his muscles flex, ready to spring. When he did, Uncle Ramsey was ready swinging the sword with honed skill and speed toward Papa's raised arm.

"No!" I shouted, unable to control myself.

But Papa had teleported just in time to save his limb. He reappeared just to the right our bed behind me, grunting and growling ferociously.

"Come Erin!" Uncle Ramsey commanded hurriedly his hand outstretched for me.

I made to run to him, but Papa realized what was happening and, mid-run, his hand caught me in the chest. His shove was like a punch, and I went careening into the wall behind us. My head crashed into it so hard that I was sure my skull had fractured. As I crumpled to the floor, back against the wall, I knew for sure that a rib or two had been broken. It hurt like hell to breathe.

Blinking against the dots in my vision I saw Papa attack Uncle Ramsey with deliberate predatory skill. He was aiming to kill, and though Uncle Ramsey was fending him off with ease for the moment, I knew it was just a matter of time before Papa got in a good strike. He was faster, stronger, and he had telekinetic skill, which I was surprised he had not started to use yet. That would have ended the fight almost immediately. The other men were watching the fight, helpless with fear and calling for me to go to them. 

"Stop Papa." My voice came out barely above a whisper, my head throbbing and my breathing difficult. Shit, it hurt to talk.

Papa glanced in my direction, momentarily losing focus in the fight. Before I could warn him, Uncle Ramsey's blade sliced through the air and cut deep into his bicep. Papa jumped back and roared in pain. A scowl of pure menace was directed at my uncle and then Papa resumed his attack, his strikes came faster and the force behind them, greater.

They continued lay waste to the room and furniture as they continued their onslaught on one another. I could see Uncle Ramsey was starting to tire, but Papa was still like a rabid animal. In a burst of incomprehensible strength and speed, Papa seized Uncle Ramsey by the shoulder of his sword arm, claws sinking in deep, and then Uncle Ramsey's arm was ripped free from his body. Both of them released unholy roars, one of victory, and the other of pain. Bile rose to my throat at the dismaying sight of Uncle Ramsey staggering back, his black blood painting the floor.

Papa was just about to spring for the kill, but in a moment of panic an idea took to me. I snatched a shard of what was once a ceramic vase near the bedside, and used it to slice open a wound on my palm.

Everything ceased happening. Papa stood a feet from where Uncle Ramsey had collapsed to the floor, his back to me and fingers relaxing at his sides. He lifted his nose up to the air and took a deep breath, scenting the air. When his head turned, I was pierced by the black lust in his gaze.

"Come to me." I told him and made a show of licking off the blood that had seeped to my elbow.

He was kneeling before me in an instant, my wrist in his hand as he lapped away at wound until it finally closed. His tongue was hot, wet, and slightly rough against the thin silken skin of my wrist and along the inner side of my arm. I felt woozy from pain and excitement.

"Mine." He said softly, his eyes holding mine captive until he had licked all of the blood away.

"I'm yours." I agreed softly, flickering my eyes to Uncle Ramsey who had been pulled to safety just outside the doorway. 

Page was there with him. She had his head in her lap, her face ashen and wet with tears. She was murmuring quietly to him and smoothing his hair as the other men hurried to bound up his wound. He opened his mouth and she fitted her wrist inside it, not even wincing when he bit down and began to draw deeply from her. The look they gave one another was intimate, and it made me wonder...

I didn't get to finish the thought. Papa's hand on my chest was pushing me to lie back on the floor still littered with broken things. Moving brought a sharp pain to my side where I was sure my ribs had been cracked, but I did it with my heart pounding because I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't.

His mouth fitted to mine with a groan, but he did not kiss with the finesse he had previously shown. His mouth devoured mine; licking, sucking, and biting under the influence of pure instincts. Nonetheless, it was one of the hottest kisses we had ever shared. I moaned for him, chest brimming, ready to burst with errant emotions of fear, desire, and love. A trickle of moisture seeped from my eye as I bracketed his face in my hands and kissed him back desperately. 

The sound of ripping cloth cut through my muddled thoughts, and I realized he was tearing away at my clothes in front of an audience. My cock wept precum at the thought of what Papa surely intended to do right there and then. I tore my mouth away with a gasp and looked as sternly as I could muster at the guardsmen still gathered outside the doorway and ordered, "Go away, all of you!" 

Papa's mouth found the tender skin at my throat and chewed and sucked, ripping away my shirt. I fought the urge to let my eyes roll back in pleasure. A few of the men turned away from the sight, uncomfortable and embarrassed at what was clearly about to happen, but none left. 

"They are under oaths not to leave Master Erin." Page finally explained, but at this point, my pants were shredded and already tossed away. She was even paler than usual. Uncle Ramsey, who was now resting silently on her lap, had obviously taken too much blood from her. "They must stay until they are sure you are not under any danger."

"Oh god!" I cried out as my cock was suddenly enveloped in the hot cavern of Papa's mouth and he began bobbing away. 

This was really going to happen, I thought. In front of all these people! Then he slurped me down into his throat and swallowed and swallowed, and all reservations left me.

I rolled and bucked my hips carefully up to meet his downward bobs, my hands buried in his thick hair and my breaths seizing painfully in my chest, a precursor to the wonderful burst of release that would follow.

"Oh yes Papa. Suck me."

He growled and sucked just a bit too hard, but my balls drew up and I came, crying out for him.

I was panting hard, dizzy from the effects of my orgasm, but when he crawled naked over me and his cock bobbed thick and heavy on my lips, I happily opened my mouth to receive him. He started fucking my mouth immediately, gagging me with untutored thrusts and grunting in pleasure. He tasted so good in my mouth, his salty musky flavor stronger than usual, which I suspected had to do with the fact that he hadn't washed in a while. Still I sucked deeply at him as best I could, enjoying his ravaging of my mouth and throat like it was a pussy. His cock expanded and his hips made faster, shorter thrusts. My tongue swirled and massaged the underside of his heavy veined cock encouragingly and moments later he came in thick spurts that choked me. I greedily swallowed it all down, and whimpered in loss when he took his cock from my hungry mouth.

I was content to lie there and bask under the glow of our shared orgasms as I licked away his seed from my battered mouth, but Papa had other ideas. He pushed my legs into the air to expose my twitching hole, and then, with no preparation or ceremony, started trying to shove the broad crown of his still hard cock into my dry ass.

I bucked and shoved at him, trying not agitate him by shouting as I said firmly, "No. No." He was not about to literally split my ass open.

Papa was none to happy with my protest and growled angrily as he pinned me down to the floor, his hands gripping hard enough to make me fear that he would break something. I grunted at the searing pain at my side as his heavy weight pressed upon me.




Papa and I Ch. 05



"Master Erin?" One of the guardsmen asked anxiously, reluctantly stepping into the room. Papa barked at him, truly barked like a dog, and the vampire scuttled back out of the room in fear.

"It's alright." I said shakily, feeling anything but. I reached up and lightly stroked Papa's hair-roughened jaw. "Isn't that right?"

"MINE!" He shouted in reply, eyes crazed, and I gave a little mirthless laugh. That seemed to be the only word he knew in this state.

"Yes." I nodded with a strained smile. "But you are not about to fuck me bone dry." 

As I said this, I took his cock in my hand and gave it a squeeze before starting to stroke it. His eyes slid shut and his hips bucked forward, fucking into my twisting fist. His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, taking in my scent before his hot wet tongue slid along the arch up to my ear. He sniffed, laved, and nibbled my ear, and then moved on to give the same treatment to my jaw, neck, and collarbones. Relieved, I crooned at him in pleasure, and also to further distract him from raping my unprepared ass.

I summoned a bottle of lubrication at the earliest opportunity. There was little room for me to work with, so it took some painful maneuvering in order to get the lube into my hand and then to work it into my ass, but I managed.

Papa was getting impatient to get inside of me, so I made haste, shoving finger after finger into my aching hole until it was stretched around three wriggling digits. It was quick and rough, but with Papa's mouth working on all my tender sweet spots, my cock was steel hard and seeping fluid again. I was able to pump and twist my fingers inside of myself just a few times before Papa swatted my hands away, and then his cock was shoved balls deep inside of me.

"UNGH!" I cried. My hands clutched onto his forearms near my hips, fingernails digging in, and my eyes popping wide open.

The painful stretch of his rough entry had my body pulled taut as a bow, and yet despite the pain I felt satisfyingly full. His cock was finally back where it belonged, inside of me, and I was incredibly whole again.

Thankfully though, all of his sense had not been entirely diminished in his mindlessness. I could see a look of regret pass through his dark eyes at the grimace on my face. One of his hands cupped my nape and brought my head up a bit to meet his mouth. His tongue plundered inside of my biddable mouth, seeming to lick and canvas every surface and crevice inside. I moaned a throaty needy sound, the walls of my ass clutching his formidable length, and that was all the signal he needed that I was ready. 

His hips drew back and snapped forward. 

"MMhmn!" I moaned into his mouth. The stretch, the slick slide of his cock straining inside my hole made a most painful and delicious ache.

He kissed me harder and more frantically at that sound. He drew out further and pistoned back inside more forcefully, repeating the movement until cock was sawing in and out, in and out, of me with his quick tireless humping. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against my rippling asscheeks, the sound like applause; as if his balls were congratulating the battering thrust of his cock that had my toes curling in pain and exquisite pleasure.

I wanted him. Every in-take of breath that I took was filled with the scent of him, our sex, and our seed and arousal. It excited me beyond my wildest imaginings when, in the midst of us, I caught a whiff of arousal and felt the electric sizzle of need that did not belong to us, but to our forgotten audience. I was a hedonist, basking in our feverish lust, moaning in gratified abandoned to be underneath my father, and peaking again at the realization that more than one person was getting horny at the sight of my father ravaging me like an animal. 

And yet there was pain mingled with all the heady feelings of our joining. Shards of broken things were digging into my skin. My chest felt tight and his heavy weight was no help upon me. I felt like I could not take in any more air, but every short breath that I did manage made my ribs scream with eye watering pain. My arms drew him closer, nonetheless, because in spite of all of this my heart swelled with...love for him. This new discovery filled me with such surprise, joy, and wanting that it brought upon a stomach-dropping ache that made me want to burst into tears again.

I sucked desperately at his tongue, and when he drew back for the startled groan that tore from his throat, I leaned up further and sucked at one of his elongated fangs. My tongue laved and my mouth sucked until he was trembling and he was fucking me so hard my body threatened to break into pieces. 

"Yes," I hissed. "Fuck me daddy." I moved my attentions to his other sharp fang and made love to it with my sensuous kiss.

He thoroughly appreciated my efforts, and he slammed forward, hitting my prostate particularly hard. Stars sprang to my eyes and I collapsed back utterly weak from desire and pleasure. I clung to him feebly as I lay there, merely taking his brutal thrusts, my body languid from the building orgasm that made my balls seize up tight. He was snarling, kissing and nipping at me, but I could no longer respond as he fucked me, allowing him to do his worst. His hips were making loud, SMACK, SMACK, SMACKS, against my flesh and my semen was seeping a continuous pearly stream onto my belly.

I stared dazedly up at his handsome face, closing my eyes only when he dipped low out of view to suck my budded nipples. My cock jerked against my belly. He grew more frenzied with every hammer of his cock into my burning ass, until he too started to peak. I felt it the moment he seized my upper arms and pressed me carelessly to the hard floor and his cock hit home so deep and powerfully, that I stopped breathing though my mouth hung open in awe.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" He roared, eyes boring into mine as he speared my fluttering anal passage with every word.

"Yours Papa." I sighed softly, my eyes rolling back and sliding shut when I began to fall ever so slowly off the precipice. "Forever..."

There was so much fulfillment, so much love and delight in my heart, that I was taken completely by surprise when searing pain tore through my neck. My eyes flashed open and I heard my startled gasp like it was someone else's, someone far away, when I climaxed at the same time. My cum fired out of my cock so hard that it painted both of our upper torsos, neck, and chin. My heart stuttered, and then continued its dogged beating even as I comprehended that he had bitten down on my throat too savagely, too carelessly, and too deeply.

Even as his cock erupted, and torrent after torrent of his seed filled my ass, I could tell that my blood was pouring forth from my wound too quickly. I could feel its warmth leaving my veins. I could hear his slurping and gulping as he tried to drink it all up, but could not. It spilled from his mouth to the floor. There was so much of it that it was quickly soaking the carpet beneath my head.

The edges of my vision blurred with tears and unconsciousness. I was going to die. Papa had done it without meaning to. I knew that fact to the very depth of my soul, and it was going to destroy him when he realized what he had done. Right now though, he kept taking and taking my life in the red thick liquid pumping from my heart. I still loved him in that moment, though he was not the man, but the beast.

"Get him off of the boy!" Uncle Ramsey's voice boomed. He had awaken it seemed. His voice was still strained though.

Some of the men were already trying to pull my father away, but he shook them off like they were nothing more than annoying gnats.

My heart was pumping at an unsteady beat now and I was cold, so cold, but Papa's heat was like a fiery blanket atop me. With my last bit of strength, I wrapped arms and legs weakly around him, tears flowing freely from my closed eyes. If this was my last moment on earth, I wanted to be with him.

"Love you, Papa." I whispered, but I was not sure that the words were even spoken aloud. My lips were too cold and numb and my brain fuzzy.

He grew motionless, his mouth slackening on my wound, and then he jerked back. His eyes were no longer pitch black, but gold and clear. His mouth, and the area around it, was stained red in my blood. 

"Erin?" He asked confused.

Blood flooded my throat and mouth without his mouth there to draw away the freely bleeding bite wound, causing me to choke on it. Despite that, I crooked the corner of my lips for him in a half smile even as my eyes leaked silent tears and my limbs dropped away from him, boneless. 

His face grew utterly stricken when he finally comprehended what he had just done. His mouth opened and closed in soundless horror. 

Try as I might, I could not lift my hand again to his beautifully angular jaw or speak to comfort him. I was, in fact, beginning to drown in my own blood. It broke my heart that I could not say that I was glad to see him for the last time, or that I did not blame him. I wanted to lie that it did not hurt at all and that I was satisfied with the amount of time we have had, but I could not speak. All that came out when I tried were incoherent bloody gurgles that succeeded only in causing me more pain.

His golden eyes grew wet and his hands trembled on me, one of them pressing down hard onto the gaping wound, and the other palming my chilled cheeks. I was too far-gone to even wince in pain, and when it became obvious that my bleeding was not about to abate, regret and grief twisted his face

"Oh god, Erin!" His voice was rough and tortured. 

He wrapped his big muscled arms around me and drew me gently to his chest. Embraced in his hold, my battle for consciousness was a losing one. I heard his choked sob and I felt huge wet drops of tears fall onto my naked shoulder and then I was crying for him too. 

"Blood, you fucking idiot!" Uncle Ramsey shouted at Papa, suddenly appearing at our side. "We need to give him blood!"

A bleeding wrist was shoved into my mouth as the world dimmed all around me. Even as I receded, my throat swallowed reflexively when rich blood flooded my mouth. It was not Papa's blood I realized, though it was old and strong.

I took another swallow, and the last thing I felt was heart-bursting glory and my body singing. THAT was Papa's blood!

"I need supplies to stitch him! Now!" The whole house quaked as Papa thundered that command, but as I faded into nothingness, his voice sounded like a mere caress to my ears. A wondrous sound.