This story contains some graphic depictions of male on male vampirism, S&M, B&D and other masochistic sexual practices. If you don't have an appreciation for these practices please don't read the story. Other than that I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed dreaming it up.
Submission To A Vampire
Chapter I
He was naked standing in front of me. His skin was jet black, like black granite and smooth everywhere. He was standing in a pool; it was glowing with a low level of light that looked like it came from underneath. The liquid was cloudy and opaque and covered his legs to his upper thighs. His whole body was glistening with the substance in the pool. His body was beautiful. I am six foot two and he must have stood a good six inches taller than me. In the shadows that formed his muscles his torso was better then well defined. His hair was black and silky looking hanging almost to his shoulders. He was bulging with muscles all over and his abdomen formed that V shape that led to a huge hairless cock that that must have been at least nine inches long. I couldn't exactly tell because the midnight-black shaft was hanging downward and the crown was hanging just beneath the surface of the pool. With all of that his face was deceptively innocent looking and attractive. The torches that lit the chamber cast shadows upon everything and the dancing light played tricks on my eyes but I knew we were alone standing together in his chamber.
I was standing at the edge of the pool; the room had four columns set square around the round pool, which must have been fifteen feet across. There were burning torches lighting the chamber, and the exit was gone now. The stone floor was cold under my feet and all I could do was stare at him. The pool was surrounded with steps that lowered into the liquid, and I was standing at the front edge where they had left me. The warmth from the anointment, whatever that meant, started to wear off. Despite the jet-black silk robe that was covering me I was getting cold. The pool looked warm.
I wanted to enter pool, but fear had stopped me from walking to him. I couldn't move. My cock was so hard it was throbbing with that pleasurable pain that you get when your body wants to explode with orgasmic ecstasy but can't. I looked into his face.
"Come to me," he spoke. His voice echoed forcefully through the cavern. We were alone, and the force of his voice barely reached me. His face was innocent looking and I continued to gaze at him. Paralyzed by amazement at where I was I managed to untie the braided silk rope that held the robe on my body and let it fall to my feet. I was beyond control of what was going to happen now, I had been since I arrived back in September for college. Who or what was this handsome demon standing in front of me? What did he want? What was going to happen to me? It was panic that filled me next. Panic that I wouldn't be able to escape. Panic that I couldn't and hadn't been able to control what was happening to me. My cock burned with more pleasure, the curiosity about what was to come drove me to stand silently still in the fire light. Staring at the handsome abomination that stood before me.
"Come!" he said forcefully. I took a step closer, I was on the edge of the pool ready to step down the one step into whatever was going to happen. The unknown provided me with a sense of pleasure that I had never experienced. I suppose it was out of fear, I could barely resist at this point.
"Come," he said louder and his eyes began to glow with a red halo. There was a nimbus of red light surrounding his handsome eyes, illuminating his jet-black skin. They flashed brightly and for a moment I saw his gorgeous face clearly. My mouth watered for the wanting of his kiss. At that point I knew I was his. The room was sealed and I couldn't escape my mind was at ease with the carnal lustful pleasure that lie ahead at the hands of this demon, I began to understand what was happening.
I couldn't resist; I stepped down, one step. Then the second step into the liquid. It was warm around my feet and ankles. The silky liquid was warm and didn't impede entry into the pool and to whatever the being calling me to my destiny had in store for me. I stepped deeper into the pool. Down a few more steps and I was standing, as he was, waist deep in the smooth silky slick liquid. The floor under the warm liquid was soft and comfortable under my feet, and I was no longer cold.
His hand was now reaching for me with the liquid dripping from his out reached clawed fingers. Stepping closer I reached for his hand. He clasped his powerful jet-black hand around mine. I knew in my mind that I was his, but I still had to surrender my body and soul to him. It was just a matter of time now.
I awoke with a shutter. The words "you will be mine" and "come" echoed through my mind as they had always done since I had started having this dream. I had only started having this dream since I came to school in this place back in September. I had fooled around with guys in high school and had dreams about sex but never this vivid. I had never been fucked but decided to keep a low profile when I got to this school. Maybe it was from the freedom of being a freshman in college and that sooner or later I knew I was going to experiment. It was the end of October now and I thought that I would start to scope out places where I could get some action and possibly get laid that weren't too open.
Chapter II
My cock was wet with jisim and my bed was a mess. I looked across the room and my roommate's bed was made, he hadn't slept in it. I guess he was out partying all night. The dorm was quiet because it was Saturday and that was the norm since everyone had been out partying on Friday evening. They were celebrating the end of midterms; it was called Halloween mid-term madness. I had been so exhausted from studying that I decided to stay and sleep. That was the excuse everyone had gotten. I was nothing near exhausted.
I actually wasn't tired, I just wanted to stay in and hope to have that dream again. It always ended in the same place and the same way. Besides, waking up in a pool of jisim was ok with me. Especially from this dream. I knew it wasn't real but it sure felt good waking up that way and my roommate had no clue. I had things to do before the bonfire and the costume party, so I did some laundry and got dressed.
I needed to get my car to the service station and walk back to campus; I didn't want to miss the costume mid-term bonfire at the castle tonight. It took me an hour.
It sucked being on a campus where there were few people like me. No one hated us; it just turned out that that there were few of us. I only knew one and decided that I didn't like him and he didn't know that I was gay like him. Since there weren't any others being open about it I decided to keep my mouth shut and fit in until I felt comfortable with the new friends that I was making.
I got dressed and dropped off the car. The brakes needed to be done and it needed a tune-up. I asked the service station owner to fix it, leave the door unlocked and leave the keys under the mat. I would pick it up later; I paid him and walked back to campus.
Seven thirty rolled around and the bonfire started at nine, I decided to clean up and get the car. I showered and put on my costume. One of the sorority girls asked me to go as a swashbuckler and I agreed. I think she liked me and she was hot I thought about fucking her but it didn't suit me. Girls just didn't turn me on at all. They girls were going as maidens. I supposed they wanted me to join a fraternity so they were all being friendly to me. I put on my tights, and the top which covered me to my lower thighs grabbed my plastic sword and left. No one in town would think it odd that I was in costume, this was an annual college tradition so I didn't care that I was dressed oddly and the townies expected it.
When I got to the service station the car was outside, I grabbed the door handle and it was locked. I tried the other handles and they were locked as well. I muttered a curse to myself and decided that beyond breaking a window there was no way I was going to get in the car. It was dark now and I would have to walk back to campus and go to the bonfire and get the station owner to drop it off to me in the morning.
It took me half an hour to get back to campus, it was probably about none o'clock and I could see the glow from the bonfire and hear the cheers from my classmates having a great time up in the courtyard of castle hill. I was a little excited, I was starting to fit in and I wanted to get there. Even if they didn't know about me it was ok, I wouldn't let it deter me from having some fun. I started walking up the walkway and decided to take the wooded path. This way I wouldn't have to walk all the way around to the front of the campus to go up the main path of the castle-courtyard. This would get me up there more quickly. There was a full moon and it was cold and a bit breezy. That was ok, I thought since it would be warm by the fire and I would be there in about ten minutes anyway.
Chapter III
Halfway through the woods I saw about ten tall people standing in the trees in brown hooded robes. They were tall and I guessed they were guys. I supposed they were in on of the fraternities and I waived hello and kept walking. Next thing I knew they were surrounding me. It happened quickly.
"You will come with us," one spoke in a deep voice. They were all standing around me no matter what way I turned my path was blocked.
"I don't want to," I replied sternly but nervously, "I am going to the bonfire." I tried to push my way through. They didn't budge, it was like trying to push a statue made or marble.
They grabbed me and I struggled as they wrestled me to the ground. One covered my mouth with a gag as they tied my hands and bound my ankles. I couldn't yell for help. I was bucking like a bronco as one slipped a plank under me as the rest tied me to it. They carried me away from the bonfire deeper into the forest. I was scared and couldn't break free. They must have been carrying me for at least two hours, and we were miles from the college campus in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't believe who ever they were that they were carrying me this far. I attempted to break free but couldn't.
We came to the base of a rock ledge and they somehow had door open in it right out of the rock. You would have never known it was there. It closed and we were in a descending corridor that was lit with torches. They carried me down as I struggled more, now filled with panic and rage struggling uselessly against my bonds. This was no dream and I was scared as all hell.
We came to a dark room and they placed me on the floor. I had a feeling of despair and remorse; it must have been from this place. It was evil, the feeling passed quickly. I heard chains rattle and the cold bond of steel around my ankles and wrists. The bonds were cut and I tried to run, but where. I couldn't see and I didn't know where the hell I was. The chains pulled tight against my ankles and wrists and pulled me into the air. No doubt my captors were very busy doing whatever they set out to do.
I was now suspended above the floor, arms and legs chained with what I guessed were shackles swaying back and fourth in the pitch black. A torch was lit, and there were two of the people in the brown robes standing in front of me. I was still gagged, hanging there afraid of what was going to happen. I guessed that the rest were standing in the shadows beyond the range of the light the torches were casting. They dropped their robes and were two completely naked men. They looked identical in every way. You couldn't tell the difference between them whatsoever. They were attractive with pale white skin, almost marble looking, with jet-black hair. They had nice sized cocks but their bodies looked as if they were made of marble.
"We are here to prepare you for the anointment," one spoke in a soft masculine voice.
I couldn't answer, I was gagged. There was there was that feeling in the air, that this was an evil place.
The silent one grabbed a sharp looking knife from a wooden table that was at the edge of the light and approached me. I took a deep breath as he brought the knife to my neck. Faced it outwards and cut the top of my costume from the neck to the bottom. I was pissed it cost a hundred dollars to rent. I amused myself with that brief thought given the gravity of the situation. I tried to struggle against the chains to no avail. All I did was sway and moan with the gag in my mouth.
I was hanging there bare chested. He did the same to the white tights and my underwear. Now I was hanging there naked, helpless and cold. Even if I could yell we were underground no one would hear. I'm dead, I thought. Yet I couldn't fathom it. Call it denial, but I was right.
"You must be prepared," the other one chanted grabbing what looked like a razor from the table. He approached me. I was paralyzed with fear at what he did next. He began shaving me with a straight edge razor, I dare not move. First my cock, then my arm pits then the rest of the hair from my body. Except for my head. I was pretty smooth but they removed all of the remaining hair from my body.
The chains were beginning to hurt my ankles and wrists'; hanging there was no picnic. I was about 2 feet above the floor when I began to rise higher. I began to turn perpendicular to the floor, the chains and shackles were holding my body taught and it was painful. I began to lower and I was now lying on a smooth stone table. It must have risen from the floor. The table was cold against my back, and though I was lying down the chains were holding me tight and I couldn't turn or twist.
When the faces of what I guessed were the men that had abducted me fell into view around me they were all the same. They looked like statues with black hair and marble skin. All ten were naked and standing silent surrounding me. I was scared but still gagged and I couldn't move.
I knew what was to take place, I was still afraid because it was real this time. The dreams must have been an omen to prepare me for what was to come, but suddenly this place was familiar. It was daja'vu.
The room grew lighter, as torches began to mysteriously light up on their own. The dim firelight flooded in around me revealing four columns each was ten feet back from the stone table. Each column had chains leading out of openings attached to a large wooden beam, one at my head and one at my feet. Each wooden beam had chains attached to it on both sides running to the shackles holding me and into the columns supporting the beams. I was hanging there with shackles at each of my ankles and wrists suspended in mid air from the tension put on my body by the entire assembly. The ceiling was high and when the light began to spread higher into the chamber I began to wonder just how deep underground I was. Above me were what looked like six levels of statues, they all had marble skin and jet black hair. They were identical to the ones that were standing around me. There must have been three hundred of them and their cocks were erect and hanging over me. The "statues" around the table might have had the same cocks but the table was higher then their waists so I had no way of knowing. They were all very attractive in a sick kind of way.
Then it began happening. The assembly I was attached to raised above the table a two feet and began turning. The shackles hurt a bit but the excitement and fear was building within me.
"The anointment begins," the statue spoke, "your body is to be prepared for the Master. Your soul, is another question. You may let him have it, or not."
I didn't understand that.
Then I felt a warm splatter on my chest, them my legs, face and all over my body. Cum, it was cum! Jisim was raining down from the statues above. Hundreds of what I thought were stone cocks were spouting their juice all over me. Covering me. I saw it dropping and dripping between the out stretched arms of the statues surrounding me, landing on me. As I rotated around the table was covered with the cum, it was flowing over the sides as it dripped off of me or the outreached arms of statues that were surrounding me. Their hands and forearms glistened with the cum as it covered them too. They looked cold and hard despite being covered in the hot cum that was raining from above. It didn't stop.
I was getting a bit dizzy though I was turning slowly, and the twenty hands of the ten statues began massaging and rubbing every inch of my body. Their hands were soft and warm as they rubbed the cum into my body. The gag over my mouth began to get saturated with all of the cream that was falling. I began to cough because I couldn't breathe and they removed it. This allowed me to lick my face and taste what was falling from above onto my naked body. I could see some of the cocks spewing spunk from above as I turned. Through the fear I allowed myself to enjoy the evil massage while it lasted. I even got a hard on from it and I could have sworn I blew a load while I was hanging there. The shower had ended as unexpectedly as it had started, leaving me drenched in jisim. The fear returned and was growing larger.
It was an evil place, there were bad vibrations emanating from all around. I could feel them and fear them but I was powerless to stop them.
I had realized there was no escape for me. Fear and confusion filled me, as I was lowered back to the table a cage was also lowered over me. It fit the outer dimensions of the table and didn't allow me to sit up. The chains were released and I lay there soaked in cum, exhausted. I was panicked, tired, scared and hungry. I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion of trying to escape from the cage.
Chapter IV
I woke up what must have been hours later. I was dry, but had that sticky gummy feeling from all of the cum I had been showered with. It was a strange but pleasurable feeling. It was drafty and I was a bit cold. I thought I was going to wake up in my dorm room but this was no dream. The same cage, the same fire lit room, except now it was a nightmare. I believed that I knew how this would end, and I shuttered with that cold feeling that runs through your body when you are afraid for your life. When the bad omen of deja'vu fills you with fear.
The statues approached me and raised the cage a bit. Just enough to get their hands in and keep me from getting out. They grabbed my ankles and wrists and their grip now felt like stone. I couldn't move as the cage was raised. I did struggle. It was useless, they obviously could transform between flesh and stone and I was overpowered. There was no way to fight them.
The ten of them moved in a fluid like way as so that their grip was still on me as they stood me up. They placed a black silk robe on me not letting go but maneuvering their grip so that they could place the robe over my body. The statues flowed around me like a liquid, yet they were as solid as stone.
They tied a silk rope around the waist and carried me to a dark corner of the room and down what felt like a stone staircase, it was pitch black. We were walking deep into the darkness. I struggled causing myself great pain, again it was useless.
We emerged in a round room with another four columns surrounding a pool that looked about fifteen feet across; it was filled with a silvery opaque liquid. The pool glowed from some kind of light underneath. There was a shadow in the middle that resembled the submerged figure of a man, but I couldn't make it out. The columns each had a single torch burning in a canister hung about twelve feet above the floor. There were two shackles on the floor with very short chains near the pool.
I knew what was about to happen. I panicked and began to buck against the statues, but I couldn't break free. I had seen this place before. I had dreamed it, but it couldn't be happening. The panic and sheer terror flooded into my thoughts.
The stone men chained my ankles to the two small shackles that were bolted to the floor about five feet from the pool and left me there. I was cold again and there was no description for the anxiety that I felt, I knew what was going to happen. Or at least I thought I knew. I tried to free myself; it was too painful to struggle against the cold steel shackles at my ankles.
Chapter V
The statues left the room. A stone slab fell at the entryway to the chamber with a loud thud. The shackles released themselves from my ankles and I lay there in the robe. Scared, cold and still sticky from the cum bath I had been given hours ago. I jumped up immideatly and ran for where the door had been and began slamming and hollering on the stone slab for help. It was a panicked futile attempt at escape or rescue. The stone must have been ten feet thick because it didn't feel hollow and I knew that no one could hear on the other side.
"I have brought you here for my pleasure," a strong voice had sounded from about fifteen feet behind me, "you were my lover in another life ages ago, and you will be again," the voice finished a bit louder and more forcefully.
I turned, stunned. It's amazing what you can't hear in the silence of panic and desperation when you are trying to escape your destiny. The shadow that looked like a man lying at the bottom of the pool had risen out of the liquid and was standing at its dead center.
My true captor was naked and standing in front of me. His skin was jet black, like black granite and smooth everywhere. He was standing in a pool and the liquid was glowing with a low level of light that looked like it came from underneath. The liquid was cloudy and opaque and covered his legs to his muscular upper thighs. His whole body was glistening with the substance in the pool. He must have been the shadow I saw lying at the bottom of the pool, and he must have been lying there for quite a while, waiting. His body was beautiful. I am six foot two and in great shape and he must have stood a good six inches taller than me at six foot eight. He must have weighed at least two hundred pounds and was all muscle. In the black shadows that formed his muscles his torso was better then well defined. His hair was black and silky looking hanging almost to his shoulders. He was bulging with muscles all over and his abdomen formed that V shape that led to a huge hairless cock with a jet-black sack. His balls were dripping silvery droplets of the liquid from the pool. They hanging low and almost touching its surface. His sack was nice and hefty looking and looked almost as big as two of my fists. His cock must have been at least nine inches long. I couldn't exactly tell where it ended because the midnight-black shaft was hanging downward and the crown was submerged just beneath the surface of the pool. I stopped and stared at his body as the liquid gleamed off of him and ran downward into the barely rippling pool. With all of that, his face was deceptively innocent looking and attractive. Where our eyes might have been white, his were a light orange with bright red corneas. He was evil looking yet handsome. The torches that lit the chamber cast shadows upon everything and the dancing light played tricks on my eyes but I knew we were alone. This was real; it was much more vivid than the dream. The masculine odors, the sights and the feelings, I knew this was real. What happened next confirmed it. We were alone in his chamber.
This is where the dream always ended. In my inner most thoughts I had always desired for it to continue, but it was a dream. Now in reality I was about to find out what I had dared to dream. Fear for my life still gripped me and I was unsure that I wanted this reality to continue. I had no choice.
Chapter VI
"You are from my dreams," I muttered, "This can't be real."
"It is," he replied, "I sent you the dreams, to prepare you for your sacrifice, to me." "Come to me," my captor demanded impatiently, " your destiny is as hand," he smiled an evil smile lifting his hand reaching out to me.
"Who are you," I asked?
"I," he hesitated as if he expected me to know, "am an ancient demon, banished to this pool and place for all eternity."
"If you are banished," I asked, "how can you do all of this. Make me have the dreams and bring me to this place."
"I have amassed my power to retake what was once mine over three thousand years ago, you are the start," he replied.
"What do you want with me?"
"You will be my lover, you will know an eternity of carnal lust and pleasure like no man has ever known," his eyes flashed a glowing bright red, I was afraid for a moment but it passed. "I will take you and you will be at my side when I conquer those who banished me." His voice was strong and mesmerizing. It all made sense now. I knew what I had to do. I turned to him and stepped towards the pool. I was still afraid, but I approached him. There was no doubt about it, this was an evil place and it all began to make sense.
"No," I said.
"You will come now, I will have you as my lover," his voice boomed with impatience, and his eyes flashed that evil red glow again. I shuttered.
The nightmares were to prepare me, he must have known the carnage of my fate to come would be easier to accept if there were familiarity to this place.
I found myself standing at the edge of the pool; the room had four columns set square around the round pool, which must have been fifteen feet across. There were burning torches lighting the chamber, and the exit was gone now. The stone floor was cold under my feet and all I could do was stare. The pool was surrounded with steps that lowered into the liquid, and I was standing at the front edge where statues had left me.
"Come to me my love," he raised his hand reaching for me. My cock rose a bit between my legs at hearing that. His eyes opened wide at seeing my masculinity rise through the black robe. It meant to him that he would get his pleasure and flesh and that I had in a way already surrendered my body to him. What I didn't know was the he wanted my soul.
I wanted to enter pool, but sheer terror had stopped me from walking to him. I couldn't move. My cock was so hard it was throbbing with that pleasurable pain that you get when your body wants to explode with orgasmic ecstasy but can't. I looked into his face and saw the carnal evil lust in his crimson red eyes. I then knew I was flesh to him, for his pleasure and for his consumption, but there was more. I was beyond panic; the fate I was consigned to just dawned upon me. There was no escape. Everything else began to have less meaning; college, friends and the entire outside world began to fade from my mind.
"Come to me," he spoke, "sacrifice you body and soul to me you will know no greater pleasure." His voice echoed forcefully through the cavern. We were alone, and the force of his voice barely reached me. His face, despite his appearance, was innocent looking and I continued to gaze at him. I couldn't pin an age on him he was just timelessly handsome and despite my premonitions of great evil I found him alluringly beautiful.
Paralyzed by amazement at where I was I managed to untie the braided silk rope that held the robe on my body and let it fall to my feet. I was losing my ability and desire to resist him. The demon's eyes opened wide, he must have liked what he saw. I was in good shape, thirty-two waist, six foot two and muscular with an eight inch cock bulging to its most magnificent proportions between my legs. I weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds and was an all-muscular nineteen-year-old college freshmen. With thanks to my stone statue friends there wasn't a hair on my body, except the hair on my head which was pasted to my scalp form the cum bath they gave me. I was still afraid.
"I can smell that you have been properly anointed," he said, "the statues provided you with great pleasure and fear. They were preparing your body and mind for me." I hadn't realized it but I did smell musky from all of that cum, and it must have been contributing to my arousal as much as it was to his.
I was beyond control of what was going to happen now. I had been since I had come to this place. Who or what was this handsome demon standing in front of me? What did he want? What was going to happen to me? It was panic that filled me next. Panic that I wouldn't be able to escape. Panic that I couldn't and hadn't been able to control what was happening to me. My cock burned with more pleasure, the curiosity about what was to come drove me to stand naked and silently still in the firelight. Staring at the handsome abomination that stood before me. I was naked and defenseless. I thought of running, but to where?
"Come, we wait no more!" he said forcefully. "Three-thousand years is a long time, I must have you again." I hesitated. His eyes flashed that red glow again. I took a step closer, I was on the edge of the pool ready to step down the one step into the liquid and to whatever was going to happen. The unknown provided me with a sense of pleasure that I had never experienced. I suppose it was out of fear, I could barely resist at this point.
"Come," he said louder and his eyes began to glow with a red halo. There was a nimbus of red light surrounding his handsome eyes, illuminating his jet-black skin. They flashed brightly and for a moment I saw his gorgeous face clearly. My mouth watered for the wanting of his kiss. At that point I knew I was his. The room was sealed and I couldn't escape my mind at ease with the carnal lustful fate that lie ahead at the hands of this demon, I began to understand what was happening.
Chapter VII
Not being able to resist any longer. I stepped down, one step. Then the second step into the liquid. It was very warm around my feet and ankles. It was so warm that it didn't impede entry into whatever the being calling me to my destiny had in store for me. I stepped deeper into the pool. Down a few more steps and I was standing, as he was, almost waist deep in the thick silky smooth slick jisim that filled the pool. Yes, it was cum. I didn't understand any of this, I doubt that I was supposed to but the pool was filled with thousands of gallons of cum. The floor under the warm liquid was soft and comfortable under my feet, and I was no longer cold.
His hand was now reaching for me, the cum from the pool was dripping from between his fingers and the long black talons he had for fingernails. Stepping closer I reached for his hand. He clasped his powerful granite-black hand around mine. I knew in my mind that I was his, but I still had to surrender my body and soul to him. It was just a matter of time now.
He pulled me closer so that I was standing before him. I looked directly at his perfectly cut pecks. His tits were jet black halos on each of his pecks and must have been at least three inches in diameter. His nipples were standing erect and I was craving to taste his cum covered tits but I was still frozen in fear. His other hand still submerged in the lake of jisim touched me between my legs. My captor ran his clawed fingers up my submerged thighs, between my legs and then behind my balls. He massaged my submerged thighs and cock as they marinated in the juices of the pool. It was warm and silky smooth over my lower body. I watched as his hand fell back into the pool and rose up to my chin dripping with more of the spunk, he ran it from my chin to my chest covering my pecks, nipples and abdomen with the jisim. It felt so good. What I didn't know was that he was basting me in his juices, for his and my ultimate pleasure. He hadn't let go of my other hand. I stood there shaking; I didn't know if it was fear or sheer excitement at the anticipation of what might follow.
"Fear not," he said, "you have taken your first steps into my world, you will soon let your inhibitions run wild." The evil one spoke as his hand again found more jisim from the pool releasing it all over my body. When I was fully covered in spunk and glistening as he was he cupped his clawed hand swooped it into the pool, lifted it back up and forced it in front of my mouth. I didn't react. His other hand released my hand and ran gently over my cum covered ass and up my back to the base of my neck. He squeezed the back of my neck with his black talons and my mouth opened from the pain.
"Taste," he demanded. I did. "You must take my essence inside and out if we are to be married, this is the first taste of the fate that has befallen you."
It tasted good, as I lapped the cum from his hand I found that I wanted more. He said his essence, the pool was filled with his cum? I thought about it for a fleeting moment and focused my attention back to what he said. Married? I didn't understand, mated to a demon, this was unreal. Yet here I was and I had no choice but to accept it. He was so strong that I am sure that he could have torn me to shreds very easily, that made him more alluring and sexy to me.
His hand lowered from my neck and his claws ran gently down my back to cup one side of my ass. He pulled me to him. His other hand raised to the back of my head again. He opened his mouth and slowly pulled my face to his, I could see his fangs, and we shared a cum filled kiss. His tongue was forked like a snakes and at least six inches long. I reeled in pleasure, and responded. We were wrapping our tongues around one another in an unholy embrace of carnal lust for quite a long time. I felt him pressing his forked tongue as far down my throat as he could, tickling me inside. I was filling my hands with cum and running them over his back and shoulders while in his evil embrace. My sacrifice to him was just beginning. He had my body in his clutches and I let him have it, it was only a body and not my soul. His hands were clutching me by my back and I felt his claws gently digging into my skin. He could have torn me to pieces but he didn't.
My cock was burning from the raging hard on I had. I had forgotten where I was and how it came to happen, it didn't matter. I was just here. The evil one and his pleasures had taken me beyond my fear and I felt his cock rise between us as we embraced. I felt my cock pressing against his. I reached between our bodies and grabbed his cock. It was larger than I had originally thought. It was at least twelve inches long and had to be four inches around. I began stroking it from the balls from the back to the shaft at the front. Then I worked the huge midnight-black head. He moaned at my touch. I felt his long claws clutching my ass pulling me hard into his strong well-defined front, they were slick with the liquid from the pleasure pool we were in. I shuttered when one of his talons probed my ass and slid into my pleasure hole. I was ready to explode from the feeling. He was preparing to fuck me. I embraced him harder and our kissing deepened as I moaned in his demonic clutches anticipating that huge cock gliding in and out of my cum drenched ass.
He released me spun me around and pushed me towards the wall of the pool. He reached under one of my thighs and lifted it onto the highest step, my leg was dripping wet with beaded strings of cum falling back into the pool. At the same time I felt the crown of his huge jet-black cock pressing against my asshole. "I must have your body, will you give it to me," he asked.
"Yes, just not my soul" I whispered calling all the energy I could to speak.
"You will give me that too, and soon," he chuckled with an evil sexy laugh. There was no resistance. I wanted him inside me. My body quivered with anticipation at losing my virginity to this demon.
Both of his hands were on my waist, and he pulled me slowly onto his huge cock. It slid in easily. It must have been the spunk I was marinated in and the lubrication from his long taloned finger. I gasped in pleasure and moaned in ecstasy as he entered me. I was filled with his cock, and my virgin ass and body were his. He began pounding my ass with such ferocity that all I could do was lean back and let him carry my weight and fuck me. It felt so good that I couldn't believe I had never done it before. I suppose it was my destiny to lose my virginity to this demon I was now making love to. I was his toy and he had the sheer physical strength to do what he wanted to me. We were fucking in the firelight on the edge of the pool, I was being taken as a human offering to an ancient evil demon and I was no longer afraid. Just longing for the orgasm that I knew was soon to come. My insides burned with pleasure and my cock swelled hard.
One of his hands found its way across my chest, under my arm and I could feel the claws at the end of his fingers digging gently into my pectoral as he clutched it. It didn't hurt that much besides the pleasure from the fucking I was getting had the majority of my attention. His other hand found my cock and began stroking it. He stroked slowly at first and then harder. I moaned, I was going to cum, I couldn't speak and I knew from the way he was pounding that he was going to cum too. My one arm was pinned at my side by his grasp of my body, the other was lifted over my head running though his silky jet-black hair. I felt his powerful muscular chest and ribbed abdomen pounding against my back. "I must let you go now unless you give me your soul. Can I have it," he asked whispering in a charming voice. I could see his crimson red eyes glowing bright red out of my partially turned head. His forked tongue entered and licked the ear he was speaking into, enhancing the fucking he was still giving me.
"Yes Master," I whispered meekly giving him my permission to take me completely. Lost in the pleasure of his demonic embrace not ever wanting this to end, I agreed to making him my lord not understanding what evil I had just succumbed to. Later I would find that it was my destiny.
He was holding me tightly and kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe as I was moaning paralyzed by the pleasure of his evil clutch on my body and soul. He thrusted inward in one heavy push and we both came, I felt his explosion inside of me. His cock poured cum into my ass filling me with warmth and satiating my final fear of him. I pushed back as huge amounts of cream poured into me there was so much it was pouring out of my ass while he was still pumping me.
At the same time my cock exploded in his evil black hand and his kiss on my neck became a painfully pleasurable bite. I felt his fangs sink deeply into the flesh of my neck. He was taking my soul. His claws dug into my chest and his other hand clutched me by my thigh. The orgasm should have subsided by now, but his bite filled my body with orgasmic pleasure from head to toe and I didn't struggle. My head was resting on my shoulder to the opposite of his head and my eyes glanced downward to see two trickles of blood run down my chest and abdomen. I was getting week but he held me up. The pleasure was unbearable, all I could do was let him hold me and enjoy his evil embrace. I wanted more.
He pulled his cock out of me and holding me up he spun me around and kissed my mouth. Strangely there was no taste of blood, just the sweet taste of cum. We kissed some more, his tongue penetrating deep into my throat.
I tried to respond, but I was weak, and I wanted more.
"You are mine my love," he said pulling his mouth away from mine, suspending my head with one of his hands, "our marriage will follow and we will be together for eternity."
He kissed me again and then began to run his forked tongue over my chest and tits lapping off some of the cream from the pool. My strength was returning a bit, he must have allowed it for our pleasure.
With another burst of orgasmic pleasure he bit my nipple and I felt his fangs sink into me once again. He held me there as I swayed with pleasure, my cock was growing hard again as the ecstasy of his bite filled my body.
Knowing that I was again too weak to stand he sat me on the side of the pool and stood in front of me. His cock looked tasty and it was still dripping with his cum. He pressed it up against my lips and I opened my mouth accepting the huge jet-black crown in my mouth. I sucked and licked on his smooth cock taking as much as I could. I suckled and licked his smooth hefty cum drenched balls letting his huge midnight-black ball sack cover my face. I then licked my way to his ass. I worked his ass with my tongue. I ate his asshole and licked it clean. I didn't know it but I had to do this for him to completely accept me as suitor for marriage. I enjoyed the pleasure it gave him as he moaned. I supposed later on this was why he loved it so, my inhibitions were a window for him as to what was still to come. Had I not done that he would have thrown me into the light in the morning and watch me turn to ashes. I returned to his cock and he then released the sweetest jisim into my face that I had ever tasted. I wanted more.
He kneeled before me and began to suck on my dick. His tongue was about 6 inches long when fully extended from his mouth and he wrapped it around my cock as he was sucking me. He feathered and licked my balls and ate my ass. He forced his tongue into me and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. I squirmed on the side of the pool with pleasure as his tongue wormed its way into my ass. His evil face must have seen the wanting in my eyes, I wanted to give him all that I had. There was no longer any inhibition between us. This was now my world, there was nothing else. I was his and the evil one owned me, body and soul. Or so I thought.
When his fangs finally sunk into my cock I felt the sheer unadulterated pleasure of another orgasm. I had cum and he fed on me through my cock. My soul and body were now his mortal possessions. Never aging and I wanted more.
I was weakening as he fed on my cock. I couldn't sit up I was laying on the edge of the pool as he sucked all of my essence through my cock. It felt good as the world was fading around me. The master must have known this. He slid his arms under me and effortlessly lifted my limpening body. He walked though the pool to a stone coffin at the other end of his sacrificial chamber. "I must take you one final time in my resting place," he said, "you will sleep with me through the day and when you awake we will bring me the proper tribute. Then we will prepare for our marriage." He lay me in the sarcophagus.
The stone coffin was open and lined with jet-black silken pillows, they were soft and warm against my cold body. I was getting colder and it felt good inside his resting-place. He placed me to one side and joined me in his stone coffin. He wrapped his muscular body around mine. With one arm he slid the stone lid, which must have weighed several thousand pounds, effortlessly over us. We were engulfed in total blackness and silence filled the small space. I noticed that he didn't breathe, and for that fact I was no longer breathing as well. There was barely enough room to move. On one side his smooth soft muscular jet-black body and on the other the comfortable padded silk liner of our tomb.
"I will feast on your pleasures for eternity as we reclaim what was once ours my lover," I heard him mutter, "and when we awake you will bring me the tribute I am due. We will then seal our marriage in a ceremony that will lock us together for all of time." As I was wondering what that meant, I let myself get comfortable in his embrace, it was where I wanted to be. I felt his hand on my cock again and he pressed his glans up against my fuck hole. I pushed back on his cock with my waist to make sure he slid all the way inside of me. His fangs sank back into my neck, only deeper this time. I felt the bone in my neck crack from the pressure of his bite. There was no pain and I healed instantly.
My lord had taken my life with his first bite the first time he had fucked me. Now he was playing with me as an animal would in instinctive play. We were in the silent darkness not breathing we didn't need to. There was only the silent blackness and the intense pleasure that came with making love to my lord. I lay there with his twelve-inch shaft in my body and his fangs embedded deep in my neck. He was still feeding as we lay there in our restful confinement. My Earthly consciousness faded slowly in his clutches and I fell into a deep trance like sleep that was filled with the constant stream of pure orgasmic ecstasy. Our repose gave the pleasure of a never-ending orgasm. It would last from sunrise to sunset for each of us. It always would when we returned here to rest together. What I didn't know is that my rebirth in the next evening would bring greater lustful carnage.
I entered eternity with my Master, he took me and I gave myself freely to his evil pleasures and lustful desires. My mind was fading into the blackness as he drained my soul and the last embers of human existence from my body. In my mind I could hear his words, "not yet, but soon my lover" echoing in my distant thoughts as if he were thousands of miles away. There was something that he was thirsting for. He had me and I thought it was what he wanted. There was more and I couldn't possibly imagine what was to come. I would quench his desires when the time our final unholy bonding arrived, for now the blackness of our orgasmic embrace and the silence of our sleep.
For now I slept in silent repose feeling his huge masculinity inside of me as my body and mind underwent the silent dark metamorphosis into a Vampire. There were no more dreams just the stirrings of a new born desire to quench my thirst.
When we awoke, I would have many questions, I knew they would be answered. I wanted more.
It was coming.
(To be continued look out for part 2)