Xavier and Rase had just arrived through the time portal, one that had been around and used for centuries.
“A school cafeteria?!” Said Rase, with an offended look on his face, how did the elders possibly let a school be built on top of our doorway?
We had come from the year 1645, the English Civil War was in full swing and blood was ripe for the feasting. We would often eat our fill and then portal back to the creature comforts we’d all grown accustomed to. This was one of the convenient ways modern vampires could satiate their blood lust and not worry about what to do with the bodies.
“Good thing school isn’t in session, we don’t have to pretend to be the health inspectors like last time” Xavier said, with irritation in his voice. It certainly was inconvenient. Most portals were deep in the woods, or somewhere sacred, protected. This one however, had been developed into a nice friendly suburb. Unfortunately it was the most convenient to use at the time.
It was late. Sometime after midnight. Xavier and Rase were dirty, and battle worn. They smelled like sweat, horse manure, black powder and cannon fuses. Their hair was slick backed and stuck to their faces. The thrill of the melee and the feasting was still fresh.
“Compared to the battle field this quiet cafeteria seems too quiet” noted Rase. His shirt torn, and ripped exposing his taught chest. He touched Xanders shoulder and leaned in, “how are you fairing after that buffet?” he asked. Xavier looked tired, but he locked eyes with Rase – “Better now…”
The two shared a look, the din of a yellow light in the hall, the buzzing of a compressor. It rattled. “These adventures with you satisfy me, but still leave me, wanting more” Said Rase, moving his hand from Xanders shoulder, down his bicep, and onto his forearm, fingertips tracing every vein along the way. Xavier wanted more too. He craved it. His power needed it.
Xavier leaned in in approval, he clutched Rase’s tight back side with both hands, feeling the warmth and give of the leather pants Rase had worn to battle. Xavier lifted him onto the cold steel table. Together, lovers, vampires, warriors they embraced. Xavier’s lips grazed Rase’s neck, on his lips he could feel the shiver it caused. Their lips collided and they shared a long deep kiss. This was the reward for a job well done.
Xavier slid his shirt off, his strong broad shoulders moved left to right as he removed each sleeve, never breaking their kiss. Rase’s hands felt Xanders strong shoulders, traced down his pecs, and felt the hard waves of his stomach, settling on the V just above the waistline; a hand on each hip.
Breaking the kiss at last, Xavier took a half step back and looked at his warrior lover. Their mouths tasted like blood and each other. He was thirsty for serum. He moved his own hands off of Rase’s strong, back, and began to unlace Rase’s leather riding pants. The front of the pants had grown significantly tighter since they had arrived.
Rase’s large beautiful member had finally been revealed. It glistened and pointed to the ceiling. It was thick enough that Xander could barely fit his grip all around it. It was long enough for two hands, but only one was needed today. Although released fro their leather prison, Rase’s jewels stayed up tight, next to his body. They looked small compared to how big the rest of him had gotten.
Xavier dropped to his knees. On the field he was the leader, after all he was the older vampire. But when they were together, Xavier submit ed almost always. With the sight before him, it was difficult not to.
He stroked slowly. Rase looked down, his strong hands gripped the edge of the table he had been sitting on, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Xavier stroked slowly, and then, starting from the base, he gently squeezed. A small clear perfect jewel formed at Rase’s opening. It grew larger as Xavier slid his grip up the length. Milking out his powerful serum.
“I want to taste you so bad” whispered Xavier. Knowing the taste of Rase’s sweet serum would strengthen his powers. Like ecstasy he would feel able to take on the world, and given their powers combined he just might be able to. Battles were fought for this stuff. It’s what all vampires truly crave, and he knew that Rase’s serum was special.
Author: VampireSub
How I became a vampire [M26]/[M300], erotic, nautical, blowjob, submission
I am submissive – not by choice. This is my story.
Many years ago, if years are even worth counting, I was a man who sought his fame and fortune like many other bold young men – among the high seas.
Like many, I had grown up in the colonies with no wealth or land to my name, but was determined to change that. Luckily, in this new dawn of an empire, sea faring was a bold path forward to both. Risky – but the payoff was worth it.
I started as a cabin boy. Bronzed by the sun, heaving the lines gave me rough hands and a strong back. My forearms rippled. It didn’t take long to work my way up on the deck, standing watch and even assisting with some navigation calculations. The captain took to me and by the time I was 20 years old I was first mate.
My good luck changed when an opportunity came along that was too good to be true. A chance to sail as captain – something I naively thought I was ready for. Dependable sea captains were running low as privateering became more lucrative (commissioned pirates paid by the crown). This was my chance to get my masters papers, and the client seemed eager.
Me, a vampire gets a visitor [M250/F27] [Femdom] [Vampire] [Edging] [Handjob]
It was a dark and stormy night….
I was alone in my chambers, writing as I often do in the late night hours when I heard a gentle rapping at the front door. At first I thought it was simply the wind, but sure enough it persisted. Curious, I sat up.
Descending the stair case, I pulled my robe around my chest, and tied it hastily. Wondering what could this be. Perhaps a stranger had blown a tire along the road and needed help? Or someone was lost? That could happen along these winding forest roads.
I am not mean – like many stories my lead you to believe. In fact, I’m quite friendly. Certainly I can be provoked, but I have had several centuries to hone my emotional intelligence; it takes quite a bit to get a reaction out of me. You can bet that what you see is 100% what you get.
I glided across the marble foyer, to the large oak double doors. They were thick and sturdy. Originals from my ancestors country. Through the iron window I noticed a hooded figure. Certainly not more than 120 pounds soaking wet.