Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.
Could you be an equal and a subordinate at the same time? How long would you hold out if you knew what you wanted would be paid for in blood?
And now for the tease!
Nicholas pressed one finger in and Harry rose to his toes. The whole digit must be in him because he could feel the rest of the hand on his cheeks. It had been effortless, slipping through easily. And it felt good, much better than anything before. Nicholas pulled the finger out and slipped it back in again, stroking slowly.
Harry fell into the rhythm and leaned back into Nicholas' hand, enjoying the feeling. His cock stiffened, longing for more bites from Nicholas, thicker fingers in his ass. The second was granted first. Nicholas moved to stand behind him, and pulled Harry's hips toward him.Harry could feel the thick head of Nicholas' cock pressing against him, into him. It couldn't slip past, his hole not ready to accommodate his girth. However, the longer Nicholas stroked and pressed, the more Harry opened until suddenly, with no warning to either of them, the head slipped past and half of the shaft behind it followed smoothly.
Harry closed his eyes at the fullness. It was much more than the last time they had done this. He had the impression that only Nicholas' tip had penetrated him that time. Nicholas didn't move, but Harry leaned back, urging more of the cock into him, stretching deeper into himself. It still didn't hurt; in fact, it felt better, like something inside him was being stroked by the head of the cock. Experimenting, he leaned forward again.
Nicholas' grip tightened. “If you want fucking,” he said, pushing into Harry, “I can arrange that.” He pulled out most of the way, then pushed in again. The oil was quickly thinning, but Harry wouldn't need many strokes.
“Good. So very good. Ugh,” He groaned and felt his cock throb.
“Yes, you hold me tighter than any pussy, any mouth. You feel fantastic.” Nicholas pulled Harry's hips until they touched his own. Once they were pressed together, he bit into Harry's shoulder, drinking heavily from the wound.
The racing of his pulse sent the magical element straight to Harry's brain and he erupted, shooting his seed across the room and onto the wardrobe. Nicholas paused drinking long enough to compliment his range and accuracy before sucking up more blood. Harry was kept from moving far by Nicholas' hands on his hips, but he was able to rock, able to rub the head of the cock inside him. He felt his body tighten in a second orgasm even though his cock was limp. He cried out as the sensations ripped through him.
Gasping for breath, he noticed how much darker the room seemed. Nicholas was drinking too much. “Red,” he murmured, sinking in the vampire's arms.
“Shit,” Nicholas cursed.
And here are the rest of the teasers! Enjoy!
