Revenge - this story is a work in progress. last update - 2/6/2022 The sky overhead is dark, the last traces of daylight slowly bleeding away. Florian sits some distance from the keep, watching the twinkling stars appear one by one in the ever deepening blue of the sky... He feels a strange mix of foreboding and calm, filled with dread at what is to come but... Accepting it. He had defied his father, he had refused to return home and chosen his new, mortal friends, over the vampires he had spent the majority of his life with thus far. But Florian knew that this was the right thing to do -- he was following the right path and he was going to save Viktor. He was going to make up for getting him turned into a monster... somehow. The dhampir is pulled from his reverie with a jolt when cold fingers brush his cheek and he's suddenly aware of presence behind him.
Florian had expected his father to be the one to retrieve him but he's suddenly aware that the expectation was foolish. Nikolai Kroviyov was far too busy with his vampiric politics to retrieve his wayward dhampir son -- of course he would send the captain of his guard... And the only man Florian had ever truly loved. It was Viktor. The acid in his voice makes Florian flinch, the pain like a knife being twisted in his gut. He clenches his fists.
That's what truly hurts. Viktor had loved him -- Florian knew that.He had felt it with an intensity that filled him with boundless joy... But that was gone now and he knew it... And it was his fault. He had done this to Viktor, had begged his father to make Viktor a vampire, so they could be together after he was finally turned... Fingers colder than his own flesh brush against his cheek and sharp nails press against his throat, their points digging into the skin to make it clear just how easy it would be for Viktor to end his life. Florian shivers, feeling his heart begin to race, heat suddenly pooling between his thighs and making him feel vaguely ashamed.
The words are like acid -- that nickname with the insistence that Florian saw him as a toy, exactly the same as all the other humans he had fucked in his father's barony... When Viktor had been something special and different...It cuts right through any emotional defenses Florian may had had and shoves the dagger straight into his heart.
Florian's words are cut off when the vampire is suddenly in front of him, an expression of rage and pain on his face that takes Florian's breath away.
Being pinned to the rock like this is causing Florian's head to go fuzzy, the feeling of Viktor on top of him and Viktor's familiar scent enveloping him for the first time in nearly a year is causing his body to react in a way that only seems to reinforce Viktor's point.
The kiss that Viktor places on Florian's lips is not one of love -- though it is not devoid of passion. It seems that every ounce of the love Viktor had felt for him has been changed into hatred and rage that Viktor channels into the kiss, forcing his tongue past Florian's lips and searching out the inside of his mouth with an intense, almost feral desperation. Florian struggles beneath him -- flailing and trying to push Viktor away but he isn't strong enough to escape... Two fingers are forced into Florian's wet and swollen hole and then three. Viktor moves them in and out hard and fast, leaving Florian's outer lips feeling bruised.
Pleasure suddenly overwhelms Florian and his entire body goes rigid, a wave of orgasmic bliss sweeping through him. No! He thinks desperately. He doesn't want this -- he doesn't want Viktor like this . Not here, not now but... His body does and he can't turn off that input, no matter how much he wants to.
He grabs Florian by the hair and flings him to the ground, now standing over him with his own leggings unlaced and his hard, throbbing cock revealed. Florian feels a flush in his cheeks and fear building in his chest... Again, Viktor takes him by the hair, pulling him up into a kneeling position.
His mouth drops open and immediately, Viktor's dick is pushed past his lips, past his teeth and right into the back of his throat. Florian gags, not prepared for such a sudden entry and not at all wanting it. Viktor groans softly, tangling his fingers into Florian's hair and keeping him locked there and then, begins to thrust. Florian cries out -- his voice strangled by Viktor's length being thrust into his throat again and again. He digs his fingers into Viktor's thighs, trying to push him away, panic slowly building... and worst of all, Florian can feel his pussy continuing to respond to the assault on his body -- his clit is hard and throbbing and a veritable waterfall of fluids are streaming down Florian's inner thighs.
He can feel the muscles of his throat straining and tearing as Viktor mercilessly fucks his throat. Tears, snot and spit all stream down Florian's face.
But he knows that even if he could verbalize the thoughts, Florian's pleas would have no effect on the vampire -- if anything, it may spur him on. When Viktor cums, it's sudden -- his cock twitching and jumping as the head is buried in Florian's throat, tearing him as he pumps the first load into the dhampir's throat and stomach, cumming with such force that it comes spurting out of his nose as he chokes... And every one of the sensations seems to drive Florian's body to respond more eagerly.
He shoves Florian away and Florian tries to scramble backward, coughing up thick globs of white cum.
Florian stares up at Viktor in despair, unable to articulate the emotional pain gripping him. It wasn't Viktor's fault -- all this resentment and hatred it was... it was because he was a vampire now and the curse of undeath had twisted his emotions... But it doesn't remove the pain of hearing Viktor tear into him this way.
Fingers wrap around Florian's throat and he barely manages to choke out another desperate plea for Viktor to stop. He doesn't. Florian tries not to scream when the entirety of Viktor's still rigid length is violently forced into his cunt -- Viktor had always been a little big but normally they would carefully prep any hole of Florian's they intended to use and without that preparation, even after cumming and being unbearably wet, Viktor's cock hurts to take. It tears him, slipping so deeply inside that it forces the air from Florian's lungs... but oh god, it feels... it feels good. Having Viktor inside him again, having his hole stretched like this, feeling the vampire bottom out inside of him is a physical bliss that even Florian's emotional turmoil can't stop and he clenches tight around Viktor, a strangled cry caught in his throat as he cums again.
Florian still can't speak, Viktor's fingers remain wrapped tightly around his throat. His head is swimming and then-- oh god, Viktor thrusts again... Florian is now quickly aware of how much Viktor had been holding back these past few years. Again and again, Viktor spears Florian's insides with his cock, causing the dhampir to cry out desperately every time.
Florian gasps, his coughs and sputters interrupted by screams and he can't tell if they're from pain or pleasure.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through Florian's body and Viktor doesn't let up -- getting rougher with Florian with every passing second...
And then, Viktor bites him. The fangs shear through the flesh of his throat and Florian screams. Despite being the only living being in his father's castle, he had never been bitten -- never been fed on... But now, he understands the way the humans reacted -- he understands all too well. Some horrific mix of pain and mind numbing pleasure smacks into him like a tidal wave and he cries out, gushing as cums harder than ever before. With every beat of his heart the feeling increases in intensity. Viktor's mouth working the freshly created wound in his throat and the repeated violation of his cunt leaves Florian gasping for air.
Florian tries again to push Viktor off but his body is entirely drained of strength thanks to the assault of the various sensations on his sense. That mix of pain and pleasure, terror and need --Viktor's cock and fangs both buried inside of him, the feeling of his veins pulling tight as Viktor draws the blood from them... It's too much for him to take. The tears streaming down his face sting his eyes but he wants Viktor to keep fucking him just as much as he wants it to stop. When Viktor's mouth leaves Florian's throat, his head is swimming and his entire body feels weak. (TBC) |