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Galo stood before an immaculately carved four-poster bed. A slender young man, all too familiar, beckoned him. He rolled over playfully on the red sheets. His narrow frame was adorned by black lingerie. His scent like dried rose petals. He crawled forward on all fours and in an instant, Galo felt his lips upon his abdomen, peppering him with kisses.
Galo's hands found their way to his slender hips. The young man's breath came in sweet, light and warm gasps. Lower, lower he moved his head, his fingers gripping the bed sheets. Lower, and lower still. His plump lips opened slightly to engulf the tip. Galo felt the breath catch in his throat as pleasure swelled in his loins.
Galo awoke with a gasp. Orange light was seeping into the room. How long had he been out? He looked around, at least he was still alone. He tried to ignore the straining feeling in his undergarments, hoping it would go away.
He'd roused with a strange emotion lingering in his mind, as was usual after a nightmare. But try as he might, the memories of his dream evaded recollection. He simply knew that it had made him feel quite strange. He pushed the feeling away to focus on the job, grabbing the necessary supplies from his case and stepping out into the hallway.
He knew he should have invested in a backup lantern... The sun was setting fast and Galo reckoned he only had another twenty minutes of the dim light filtering through the castle walls before he was to be plunged into total darkness.
He stepped forward with caution, trying desperately to recall the correct path down to the dungeons. He'd made his way up here after all, he could do this! Down the hallway, take a left...
The haze from last night's dream persisted, slowly working its way into thoughts. The memory of cold hands gripping his back. Down two flights of stairs, then a left... No, a right... The scent of rose petals.
He turned around. And around again. He had to take a left... Then... He had wound up in an unfamiliar corridor.
As he warily stepped along to see where he went wrong, he began to hear sounds of debauchery. Another illusion? No...
"Ah... AH!! Do that again... Ah!"
"Fuck..."
"Mm~ Ah!! Aaah~!"
"Careful, master is going to hear us..."
"Ahh~! Ah~! Mmff- Mm..."
The moans continued, muffled.
Galo hadn't guessed that the pair were lovers outside of their relations with the earl. He was glad that they were distracted enough for him to sneak off in the other direction.
There it was again. The elegant scent of rose that he remembered from his dream. Confounded by his lack of orientation skills in this place, and the almost complete blackness, he let the direction of the scent carry him.
Before long, he found the staircase to the dungeons. He breathed a sigh of relief, before stiffening up again to continue down. His heart was beating so heavily, he knew the chained vampire would be able to hear it. He rested his hand on his holstered revolver, trying to keep his breathing slow. He was in control. He had a backup plan.
He found the door to the cell. Standing with his back to it, he clutched his crucifix and mouthed a prayer.
The blond vampire was sitting on the ground, just where he'd left him. His hands were clasped above his head, restricted by the shackles, and his delicate face maintained a brooding expression.
When they made eye contact, his eyes lit up with cold magenta fire. His full lips pouted.
"Did you sober up?" Galo should have known better than to stoke the flames, but couldn't resist.
"You've come here to kill me?" He questioned. His voice was like ice.
"On the contrary, I've been sent to bring you somewhere! Now if you'll come with me, I won't have to knock you out."
"I know what your kind does to mine. I'll pass. Though, you're welcome to try."
Galo stepped warily forwards. Crucifix in one hand, a vial of holy water in the other. If he got the incarnation just right, with this...
He closed his eyes. He reached through the darkness for the light of the holy realm. It had to be there... Somewhere... Dark visions seemed to block the way to the light. There was something about this place, or this presence. He was too far.
He gripped the cross tightly and tried to dig deeper. There was a distant glowing. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped closer, mouthing his prayer over and over. Galo could see something now... A magenta flame.
His eyes shot open. He was face to face with Earl Fotia.
"Where's your god now, vampire hunter?" He taunted, pulling against his chains to look up at Galo, a heinous grin spread across his pale face.
Galo had had enough, he didn't have to put up with this kind of taunting any longer.
He grabbed the blond by his hair, and cast him down to the ground.
"You want to play rough?" There was fighting spirit in the vampire's tone, as he pulled himself up, but he'd gone too long without blood to break free. He struggled to bring himself to a kneeling position.
In the presence of the earl, memories of his earlier sensual fantasy began to flood back. Galo gritted his teeth as he struggled to clear his mind.
"What are you doing... to my head?"
"Nothing. I don't have that kind of power." The vampire scoffed.
"Then what are these visions? You're definitely doing this shit with your vampire magic!"
"Aww, you keep thinking about me?" His body twisted, snake-like as he craned his neck up to stare at Galo. Cocking his head to one side, "Did you have a little dream about me?"
Galo pulled his gun from his belt and pointed it at the earl's forehead, who remained unblinking, his usually catlike pupils dark and round.
"I didn't do anything to your stupid human head. Maybe you should ask your god what he was concealing from you until now?"
"You're a demon..." Galo's hands were shaking.
The vampire laughed slightly as he shifted on his knees. His tight black shorts left very little to the imagination as they creased against his hips. His frilled shirt and jabot were slightly dusty. Galo wanted to ruin them more...
He shook his head to clear his thoughts but he could feel his erection straining. He couldn't resist any longer.
He pressed the gun against Fotia's scalp.
"You're going to take responsibility for what you've been doing to me."
"And how am I going to do that?" The young earl sounded tired.
Holding his gun in his teeth for a moment, Galo released his cock from its restraints. Fotia's eyes opened wide in apparent surprise. He seemed transfixed by it.
"This is what you want, isn't it?"
"Why the fuck would I want that disgusting thing near me? What is wrong with you?" His eyes remained fixed on it.
Galo punished him by slapping his cheek with it. The vampire's dark eyes burned with anger at the disrespect.
"That thing is vile. Get rid of it."
Despite his words, his mouth hung open slightly as he looked at the 'thing' resting by his pale cheek. He made a slight whining sound in his throat.
Galo pressed the tip up against his full lips, which were flushed slightly red. The young earl squinted up at him through heavy eyelashes.
"Before you get any ideas," Galo pressed the barrel of his revolver to the side of his head.
"You brute..." He whined.
His voice was slightly muffled by the head of Galo's cock as he pressed it harder against his lips.
Despite grumbles of protest, the earl was unable to resist swiping his tongue against the tip.
"Be a good vampire slut and take it."
Before Fotia could retort, Galo pushed it into his mouth, shuddering as he felt teeth graze against it. He wasn't expecting how cold that mouth would feel around him. It shocked him at first but he pushed further in. With one hand on the earl's head, he slowly moved his hips.
The blond groaned in apparent displeasure, but he could feel him moving slightly to match his movements and take it deeper. He could see him fumble at his restraints as he gagged on it, squeezing his legs together tightly.
Galo was tense knowing the vampire had the power to bite down at any second, but the danger wasn't exactly a turnoff. He made sure to keep the revolver nestled in his pretty head of hair as a reminder, though he hadn't actually loaded it. He wondered if he could tell.
"Are you going to play nice?"
Galo let the pistol slip from his hand and clatter from the floor, gripping that blond head in both of his hands. His nails dug into his scalp as he forced him further onto his cock. Fotia's breath came as small, staggered gasps as Galo fucked his throat deeper. Tears welled up in his eyes and his dilated pupils rolled back slightly.
"Who would've thought such a respected earl would crave being used like this!"
Galo clenched his fists, tugging at Fotia's hair carelessly as he taunted him. "You can call yourself an alpha vampire all you want, but you're just a fucking cock sleeve."
He could feel the earl trembling. Despite the degradation, his expression looked blissed out. His tight throat was warming from the friction. Galo couldn't tell what he was getting out of this. Was he a masochist? It felt too good to think.
Galo began to fuck him faster, feeling the occasional graze from his teeth but enjoying it too much to slow down. The vampire's breath was reduced to stuttering bursts, when he could take in any. He moaned, muffled as Galo reached further and further into his throat, until he was taking it all the way to its base. His throat completely filled, his nose rubbing up against Galo's pubic hair with each thrust.
"You don't have a gag reflex, do you? All the better." Galo scoffed, his fists deep in the vampire's blond hair.
He didn't try to hide the moans he made as he reached his climax, as if boasting how good the earl's throat felt around his cock. He released deep into the earl's throat, slowly pulling out to spurt the remainder onto his face.
Fotia's tongue hung out, his lips swollen and his eyes glazed over. As the last strings of white hit his face, he doubled over in his restraints and convulsed, letting out a gasping, staggered moan. His arms remained restrained behind his back, but his fingers stiffened and twitched dramatically.
Galo fisted a handful of his hair and pulled his head up to see what had happened. The vampire's face was uncharacteristically flushed, he looked at Galo through bangs that dripped with semen. Some more dripped from his mouth and nose. His expression conveyed a mixture of bliss and humiliation. He wasn't able to conceal the wet patch in his shorts.
"You came just from me fucking your throat?"
He was refused a reply.
Even still, Galo was practically elated by the sight of the vampire like this. His hair and outfit were roughed up and he'd become wordless from the abuse to his trachea. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. Even though his cocky attitude was beginning to break, Galo wouldn't feel satisfied until he was begging for it.
Galo still felt aroused. He didn't know whether to curse himself, Earl Fotia, or some kind of vampiric magic for that. Looking at the earl in question, that seemed to be the case for him, too. He finally returned to his feet, though wobbling slightly, and spoke in a shallow, damaged voice.
"So t-that's the kind of thing you get off on, then?"
"I could say the same for you." Galo responded in a cocky tone.
The young earl didn't reply immediately.
"A vampire can never be satisfied." He made a face. "I thought you would have known that."
"So that's why you're so cranky all the time!" Galo found cause to laugh.
Galo stepped towards him. He grabbed him by one of his restrained arms and yanked him around, pushing him face-first against the wall.
The vampire made a throaty squeak.
"But I wouldn't be so sure..." He breathed in a low voice.
Galo moved closer, pressing his erection up against his rear to make his intentions clear. The restrained blond gasped slightly.
"Let me drink from you..." Fotia growled.
"After." Galo pulled the corset string that held those shorts tight to his slim waist.
He writhed under his restraints, trying to turn around to bite Galo, who was able to keep him pressed against the wall.
"Be a good boy now, and maybe I'll let you suck on my fingers."
He could feel the vampire shuddering under him, and presumed it to be from his hunger. He groaned, not in an entirely displeased way, as Galo rubbed at the wet patch in his shorts, twisting the head of his small cock between his fingertips.
"It's adorable... You're already so excited again. Were you getting this turned on when you were torturing me?"
"D-Don't get it twisted, I hunger only for your blood." He couldn't conceal the whining tone in his voice as he turned his head to see Galo, instinctively arching his back to grind against the pressure against his rear.
He let Galo unbutton his shirt from behind, exposing his chest, pale from lack of blood. His smooth skin was sinfully smooth as Galo slid his hands down his torso, tantalising his slightly purple nipples, and revelling in the power he finally had.
He dropped Fotia's shorts. Beneath, a black lace garter belt held up his socks, but his behind was bare. Galo wondered for a moment if he'd dressed expecting such an encounter.
His rear was just as pale as he remembered, and exquisitely well-shaped. A modest, delicate curve. He couldn't resist palming and slapping it with his hand, eliciting an angry growl. He continued to slap his backside and thighs, revelling in the small yelps and choking gasps he elicited.
"I bet you enjoy being at my mercy, don't you?" Galo mused in a low voice.
"Speak for yourself, releasing your filthy human fluid onto my shoes."
He yelped in pain as he received another slap. Galo wasn't taking any backtalk.
"I bet you're desperate for my cock in your tight vampire ass." He spoke in almost a groan as he squeezed his right buttock in his hand.
"S-Shut your mouth! Do with me w-w-what you will, just let me drink..." He tried to speak with authority despite his situation, but his voice still trembled audibly.
Galo was amused by his faux-reluctance. He grabbed his ass in both hands, kneeling to get a good look as he spread his cheeks.
"You vampires don't eat, right? So what's this for?" He wetted his fingers and prodded at Fotia's asshole. "You've got a tight little vampire pussy just for me to fuck."
"Be silent if you... v-value your life. Ah, aah~!" His voice jumped significantly higher at the sudden intrusion.
Galo was working two fingers in, barely lubricated, eliciting a number of gasps from the conceited vampire. He spread the two fingers apart slightly and spat into the hole. He could hear a terrible scraping as the earl gripped the wall with his nails, cursing repeatedly under his breath.
He moved his digits in and out slowly, with a sticky wet sound from the lubrication. Fotia's body heat had increased exponentially since earlier, warmed further by Galo's saliva, which he provided again. Fotia seemed to be biting down on his own hand, attempting to stifle his breaths as Galo added a third finger to loosen up his tight hole.
Galo wondered if Fotia had done this before. Judging by his pride, clearly no one else had been allowed to try it on him, but from the way he moaned and clenched around his fingers, it was clearly a sensation he craved.
"Are you enjoying this?" The receiver spat venomously, at odds with the way his body leant into it.
"You care about my enjoyment now? Well I'll make sure to enjoy myself with you." Galo grinned.
"I don't. H-Hurry up and put it in if you must."
Was that a sense of urgency in his voice? Galo gave a hard slap to his inner thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp.
"I didn't ask for your permission."
Fotia's slim legs buckled slightly.
"You really want it, don't you?" Galo mused. "Are you going to beg for it?"
"Careful. I could snap your neck." It didn't sound like he was bluffing, but his tone was breathy, almost sultry.
"But then, how long until another hunky blood bank walks through your door, hm?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
He yelped as Galo pulled his fingers out suddenly and pushed his tip up against his ass, teasing at the tight pucker.
"You've probably lived a few hundred years, and you still haven't let anyone fuck you like this, have you?" He whispered into his pointed ear.
"Of course not! T-This is entirely your perverted idea!"
"Tell that to your body..." Galo muttered quietly. His insides were burning at the thought of being the first.
The earl's dick was slightly erect, and had a cute pink hue. Galo was vaguely amused that he was able to get this much of an erection for a second time, given he was so weak and deprived of blood. But as he observed it, a sinking feeling began to grow in his stomach: he realised that that blood might well have been his. The thought caused something to ignite inside him. This skinny, sinful vampire had preyed on him, but no more.
Galo could feel Fotia's body trembling ever more as he held him by the waist, his former pride nearly destroyed. He pulled him backwards to his dick as he began to push in, forcing him to bend over to keep a grip on the wall.
He made a spluttery gasp as he began to get filled up. It was tight, Galo wasn't sure he'd even be able to get it half way in, not least without some damage to the vampire's insides. Naturally, that wasn't his concern. He gathered saliva in his mouth and spat where the two met. Fotia muttered something about the disrespect of it all, but was interrupted by his own gasps as Galo moved again.
He found a steady pace, only using half of what he had. He could feel his vampiric partner grinding his ass backwards to meet him. He could tell he wanted it all inside. Galo adjusted his footing slightly before gripping hard onto those slender hips and pulling his ass further onto his length.
Fotia responded with a lustful yowl. His butt finally met with Galo's pelvis.
"How's it feel to have a human take your ass virginity, hmm?"
Galo traced his fingertips down the cold skin of Fotia's front, feeling the warm bump where his cock was pressing into his stomach. He could tell from the way be moved beneath him that he craved more of that heat.
Aside from his breathing, the vampire otherwise fallen entirely silent, either from the intensity of the feeling, or out of fear that Galo had too much power in this position if he spoke out of turn.
With no warning - he didn't much think he deserved one - Galo moved his hips back and rammed forward. A surprised yelp erupted from the blond's throat as he gripped the wall, white knuckled. Galo continued to move.
Each push inward taking him deeper and deeper inside that obscenely stretched rectum. Galo was gripping his hips intensely with his nails, leaving scratches and dents in his impossibly pale flesh.
When Galo picked up the pace, the ensuing moans let on much more than the vampire had intended. His stiff, offended huffs quickly melted into wanton moans; mixed in with the occasional curse word.
Galo slapped the earl's inner thigh, revelling in the way his ass tightened around him in response to the impact and how he moaned lustfully at the abuse.
"You like it when I treat you rough, huh?" Galo smiled, pressing his face against the back of Fotia's neck. He breathed in the scent of rose.
"Fuck... fuck... aah... aAH..." The stimulation was evidently too intense for him to form a cohesive reply.
He clawed at the wall vehemently with his sharp nails, the chains of his restraints rattling. His cheek was pressed up against the bricks, bumping his pretty blond head into the bricks slightly with every thrust, cushioned by his mussed up hair.
Muddled baritone gasps rang from the young earl's throat, growing ever more careless. It didn't seem like he'd be able to last much longer before coming again.
Galo grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head back to get a look at his face, his hair still sticky from their first round. His eyes were shut tight and a slight blush reddened his face. His mouth hung lustfully ajar, thick saliva strung between his sharp, white teeth.
Galo pulled his head back far enough to whisper into his ear,
"How does feeling my cock inside you compare to my blood?" He gloated at the revenge he had gotten.
That slender back arched dramatically as he received Galo's cock, pounding into his stomach.
"H.. Hot..." His speech was barely audible.
Galo made a questioning grunt.
"It's so hot inside me... aah... aAh..."
He threw his head back, his narrow frame convulsing. His tight hole contracted around Galo's erection, over and over again. Galo couldn't keep going for much longer with the sudden extra stimulation, he felt jolts of pleasure low in his stomach.
The sound of Fotia's staggered whimpering alone, as he hit an intense second climax, was almost worth the torture Galo had endured to get to this point.
With a grunt, he slammed hard into his hole a few more times to finish himself off. He filled the vampire's backside deeply with his cum. It felt as though the tight muscles inside his body were gripping Galo tightly, trying to keep him inside. He slowly pulled out and let the vampire collapse onto his front as the warm liquid dripped from his misused entrance.
Galo staggered slightly to stay standing as the final ripples of pleasure bled through his body. He finally began to lose his hard-on, but the coiling anger in his gut remained. He looked down at the earl, who'd managed to bring himself to kneel, but was still trembling from the intense pounding he'd taken. Though he didn't speak, his face looked entirely too blissful for Galo's liking.
Galo stepped over him again.
"I believe the responsibility falls upon the earl of the manor to provide necessary facilities when entertaining guests. Would you agree?" He mocked the formality of the upper class life the earl imitated.
The vampire appeared to barely register what he was saying.
"In lieu of that," He allowed a golden stream to release from his dick, spraying his cheek. "You don't mind, do you?"
He submitted, not even closing his narrowly agape mouth as Galo pissed into it. The warm liquid dripped down onto his lace jabot. He hung his head as though in defeat. The urine dripped, pooling with his drool and his cum, splattered on the floor.
Shuffling back into his clothes, Galo could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He reckoned their debt was settled, but feared he'd need to call for backup to finish the job. His pride couldn't allow for it.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, backup indeed arrived, but for the other side.
The dungeon door swung open. The pair of servants stepped in, both looking slightly flushed and disheveled from their earlier activities.
"Master!"
The sudden shock hit them as they registered the situation.
The long haired servant called out as he dashed forward to kneel by the vampire's side.
"You're hungry...Please, don't go to sleep..." He murmured.
"What the fuck did you do to him?" The other approached Galo aggressively, he was smaller than Galo, but still presumably possessed the strength of a vampire.
Galo shuffled backwards, his hands raised defensively.
"I- uh, I-"
"We don't take kindly to anyone hurting our master." The other spoke in a gentler tone from across the room.
The young earl was cradled, nursing from his servant's neck. Galo's eyes darted between him and the other vampire, and to the ground.
His gun. He'd left it over there.
Gueira cracked his knuckles. Galo gulped as he realised he was soon to find himself in an unarmed punch-out with a vampire.
Their master made a low humming noise. He gasped lightly as he pulled away from his meal, a string of blood and saliva trailing. He wiped it aside blankly.
"I want to keep him..." His weak voice barely carried through the silence of the dungeon. "Bring him to my room."
On that cue, the red haired vampire lunged towards Galo, and in an instant, everything went black.