A Cure for Fleshly Pleasures?

With the supernatural speed of movement too fast for the drunken young man to respond to, Kain whirled around once again pushed him back against the wall. Finely manicured claws digging into the human’s shoulders ensured he had little room to struggle unless he felt like risking punctured flesh and for the first time in quite awhile, Kain pressed his lips against the others’ in a fierce kiss. Faustus nearly gaped in shock at the sudden turn-around in his master’s behavior but the cold passion he was assaulted with didn’t give him enough time. He soon found himself responding, entangling his fingers in Kain’s scalp, despite the distracting chill of that cold mouth working against his. A gasp escaped him as Kain trailed his freezing lips down the other’s neck, but it quickly turned to a moan of delight.

An artery pulsed temptingly at his lips and the vampire found it increasingly difficult to resist the urge to end it all now and sink his fangs into that soft flesh. No, he must learn something from this, that sex is only a distraction for the weak. He thought and steeled himself against the primal hunger. Instead of breaking the skin, he only suckled it instead, coaxing soft sighs of pleasure from the youthful hedonist. Noting that Faustus would not fight for control or ground now, he removed a hand from his shoulder and tore easily through the other’s tunic, wrenching it roughly from his shoulders. This gave him the opportunity to trail his mouth down to the now-bare clavicles of the increasingly breathy Faustus, whose fingers only continued to massage and tug at the silky white hair of his aggressor.

Because he was slightly shorter than the willowy fellow, Kain had little trouble slipping his cold lips down to his nipples, which were already quite pert and attentive from the chill of the air and the body so near him. Feeling that he had earned it by now, the vampire slid a sharp claw over the areola of a nipple, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Faustus which once again, quickly turned into a moan of desire as an icy tongue soon followed. He lapped at the small scratch tentatively, almost moaning as well at how badly he was teasing himself this way. Busying himself with the other’s nipples, Kain tugged at the cuffs of the now ruined tunic, slipping it off and onto the floor before setting about undoing the other’s trousers and shoving them too to the floor. It was then that he began to falter.

Kain had never had the urge to indulge in men. He had scarcely given it little thought in life: why should he, when there was always a lady eager to please a wealthy man of good station? But now here he was, seducing another man with the intent of feeding on him. It suddenly seemed incredibly bizarre and… wrong, somehow – until Faustus shoved a pulsing wrist under Kain’s mouth and logical thought began to fragment in the face of a thudding bundle of veins.

“Please. I want to see you gratify yourself.” Faustus murmured breathlessly, although in truth it was also for his own pleasure: the pale man always appeared in ecstasy as he fed, the way his eyes seemed to roll back in pleasure for a moment and gasp with enthusiasm as the deed was done; it would only served to excite Faustus more if he could watch it happen now. With a surge of enthusiasm, Kain dug his elongated teeth into the proffered wrist and used this moment of distraction to seize the warm, stiffened shaft he had so recently revealed. Between the pain of blood being drawn and the cold grip on such a sensitive area, Faustus began to sag limply against the wall, whimpering and reflexively thrusting upward into the willing fist. Kain ceased his siphoning soon though, fully intending to returning to it shortly. As the blood suffused his body, he found it easy to see the similarities in the desire for satiety he and Faustus both now felt, although of course for satiety of different sorts; death had atrophied Kain’s organs and no amount of blood would bring him erect as the living man before him was now. He had no desire for it anyway.

Noting how much trouble Faustus was beginning to have in standing up, the nobleman grabbed the other by the shoulders and easily tossed him onto the nearby bed. Faustus sighed deeply as contact left him but was more concerned with his sudden flight as he landed on the bed. Kain’s visage soon engulfed his visage: still dressed in snug trousers and a fine, loose tunic, he looked much like a ghostly incubus. A cocky fist rested at his hips as he grinned down at his prone victim, his eyes narrowed slightly in calculation ad lust. The flow of his long, whitir air and hint of a finely-muscled chest at the partly opened tunic inflamed the younger man’s desire. He began to fondle himself, expecting Kain to disrobe but instantly had his hand slapped away and shoved over his head, held down by a tight grip on this wrist. Faustus opened his mouth to protest but all that came out was another cry as teeth pierced his throat and a knee nudged his legs apart. His body shuddered as frigid hand cupped his sac, massaging tenderly.

Degraded and elated at the same time, Kain fed eagerly for but a moment before sliding his lips of his eager protégé’s chest and to the undamaged nipple and biting into the areola harshly enough to draw a satisfactory amount of blood. Faustus cried out but was fast assuaged as a finger swept over the head of his member, squeezing carefully and adding more liquid to the pool that had already formed there. His hips bucked awkwardly, thrusting again and again into the willing hand and his steady moans of impatience only made the vampire want to drain him dry. Forcing himself to draw away form the latest wound, he gazed down at the tormented mortal, jerking at a languid pace; his slender, calloused frs grs gliding slowly up and down the other’s shaft, occasionally pausing to tease the head with a thumb, all the while considering what to do next.

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Concluded in Chapter 3