Pureblooded Lamentations
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+A through F › CastleVania
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,748
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the Castlevania games and I’m not making any money here either. I am merely writing this tale for fun.
Chapter One
Pureblooded Lamentations
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Castlevania games and I’m not making any money here either. I am merely writing this tale for fun.
Summary: Blood drips from his brutal mouth as he gazes up at the full moon. He orders the accursed castle to open her hellish gates once more. It is time to start the game anew. Who will have the nerve to come and slay the naughty master of the castle? Incest, Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Chapter One
Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars, taste the death within me)
Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality
--Cradle of Filth
Vesper stood with his slender back against the large wooden door he had just walked backwards through like one of the many ghosts, which forever haunted the endless halls of Eternal Night. The beloved had indeed frightened him. His dark god was fearsome and all trembled before his awesome might.
His violet eyes flashed in the candlelight as he looked up the flight of devilish steps. They were made of bones and painted with crimson gold. He began to walk upon their deathly screams, his sharp hills clicking, echoing in his pointy ears.
Silk whispered across silent death as bats chattered over his head. Some were alive, others beyond death, and a few were stuck in between the two.
The sensation of just having the beloved’s tongue in his mouth lingered, like a pleasant aroma. He wanted to feel the beloved’s naked flesh pressing him down against the bed mattress. The thought stole breath he didn’t possess.
The beloved’s bedchamber was a dark shrine unto himself and all his unholy powers. Ancient magic lingered in the air and stone, smelling of a garden overrun with poisonous orchids.
Darkness danced and reveled all around him like a living thing. Terror beyond mortal nightmares snickered and howled from within the moving wickedness.
Silver moonlight suddenly pierced the darkness, shining through the stained glass windows. Demons and angels trapped in painted glass seemed to glow to life in endless battle. The demons were twisted and beautiful in their undying hatred for the light. Angels with their godly wings were being torn apart. His favorite was the horned demon cutting the throat of a screaming angel with his own halo. He walked by the unicorn stabbing the black dragon, which had it by the neck in its drooling maws.
He stood at the foot of the great bed, where his beloved would hold him prisoner under his immortal flesh. The large posts were bedecked with gold and onyx gems. Its headboard was carved from darkest ebony and illustrated with coils of serpents, snapping and hissing with crimson jeweled eyes. Scarlet silk hung around and down from the high canopy, billowing in a haunted breeze, which came from nowhere.
Silk slithered from his moth white flesh, pooling at his naked feet like a nest of spitting vipers. Invisible hands played with his long, abundant locks, fixing his hair up and styling it with precious stones the very color of his bewitching eyes.
Snowy breath blew along his smooth throat, making him smile. Death was sensual and loving in his merciless cruelty. He crawled like a great cat onto the bed, posing like some wanton maenad awaiting her lord of wine.
Cold laughter tickled his left ear and a light touch pinched his right ass cheek. The window to his left flew open and a shower of rose petals stormed into the chamber. He could smell fresh blood. The crimson petals had once been white as snow.
The beloved came upon him from out of the storm of sweet smelling petals, holding his naked body up against the headboard with both hands. His eyes burned with hellfire and he grinned with monstrous teeth. His gleaming fangs dripped with poisonous saliva, grazing along his neck.
His armor and clothing melted from his muscular body like mist. Vesper cried out when the vampire god sunk his teeth into him, like moonlight cutting through the surface of water. His own razor sharp nails sliced into the larger vampire’s broad back, causing them both to snarl and hiss.
The beloved removed his ruby mouth, licking his bloody lips with a serpent’s tongue. His eyes burned with the hellish heat from two garnet stars. The beloved’s wild mane tickled his naked chest, where his pale pink nipples became erect.
Vesper traced those brutally carved lips with his finger, loving their sensual softness. His dark hair had fallen down and gems were scattered about the glossy pillows.
“You are beauty in its cruelest form,” the beloved spoke. “You torment me.”
“Why?” Vesper purred. “I am under you.”
The beloved was suddenly standing at the foot of the bed, clothed from the neck down in soft moonlight. He looked like the world’s greatest sculptor’s dream and worse nightmare.
“Why do you look at me with such eyes?” Walter asked, cocking his head to the side. It was the movement a large serpent made before striking. “…Eyes lovelier than any others.”
Vesper crawled to his knees, letting the splendid moonlight illuminate his wintry form. His dark hair coiling, curling, and billowing like waves of black sea foam as he moved across the petal strewn sheets.
He reached up, putting his hands on the beloved’s broad chest. His shapely hand traced down his marble hard abs, tracing a perfect circle around his bellybutton. It was something he didn’t have. His hands went no lower. He didn’t dare. He kept looking at the bellybutton. He licked his fangs, wanting to stick his tongue in the shallow depression.
The beloved stood like a glacial statue, unmoving. What was going on inside that dark mind of his? Had that been a question he was supposed to answer? How was he supposed to answer it? His eyes were his eyes. He couldn’t change that.
“Beloved,” he said, looking down at the larger vampire’s naked feet. They were perfect and he wanted to plant soft kisses upon their smooth tops. He wanted to bathe them in fresh blood and lick them clean for his pleasure. “Do you not want me?”
Walter was on him with a demonic growl, pinning him flat on his slender back, snarling against his throat like a hungry wolf. “Do you want in on the game as well, little bat?” He asked.
Vesper could only shout as the beloved mercilessly speared him on his ivory hard rod. It filled him and he arched his back, moaning with the wind beyond the painted glass.
“A hunter is on his way as we fuck,” the beloved laughed, pounding into him with vicious thrusts of his powerful hips. “He will be a strong one, methinks.”
Vesper found that he couldn’t think. His body was filled with bliss and his mind was filled with a cold fire. It crept along his spine like frost along blades of grass. He could feel it all gathering in his groin. It was like the goddess Artemis pulling tight the string on her silver bow, getting ready to fire her devastating arrow.
The beloved kept teasing his shore with little waves, until he was screaming to be washed away. The orgasm hit him like a brick between the eyes. Two loud, demonic howls filled the castle. The very walls of Eternal Night vibrated from them.
Walter, still inside him, collapsed on top of him, nibbling at his earlobe with playful teeth. His breath was cold and sweeter than a coffin filled with fresh moonflowers.
“Can I eat him if he gets too close?” He asked, wrapping his slender arms around the beloved.
Walter snarled low in this throat.
“Chase him in for you to gobble up like that wolf did the nanny you got for me?” He asked instead.
His smooth, flawless cheek received an icy lick. It made him sigh with an open smile. The beloved was so stingy when it came to all these silly hunters.
“I’m going to go visit with Medusa,” he said, kissing the beloved on top of his head. “She asked me to help tend her garden.”
The beloved stilled and he took quick notice.
“She wants me to clean around her statues,” he told him, gently squeezing his god. “She wants to be able to see the look of fear on their twisted faces.”
“When did the two of you become so familiar?” Walter asked, lifting his head like a sleeping dragon.
Vesper looked up into his gleaming eyes, smiling into them. The beloved was jealous.
“She is a creature of Eternal Night, Beloved,” he said, playing with the vampire’s silky hair. “Can I not know them?”
Walter began to nibble his lower lip. “Do as you wish.”
Vesper moved his head a little, making the beloved halt his teasing for a second. “You do not mind?”
He did. Oh, the beloved did mind. He could feel it clearly and it excited him. The beloved was jealous.
“Tell me that you adore me,” Walter commanded.
He did.
“Tell me that you worship me.”
He did.
“Tell me that you fear me.”
He did.
“Tell me that you respect me.”
He did.
“Tell me that you love me.”
He gently squeezed his ass muscles, which could have cracked a diamond. It made the vampire still in him moan and he kissed him.
The wind stilled and the moonlight slowly faded behind a cloud. The beloved took him again, gently this time. Vesper whispered dark love in his pointy ears, moving with him. He was the ocean and the beloved was the mighty ship which traversed him. The beloved was the moon shining down on him with a cold and icy light, pushing and pulling at him always.
“Will you die for me?” The beloved whispered, being so tender with him, kissing him like frost does a tombstone.
Vesper touched his cheek with his own. “Only if my death will save you.”
The beloved blinked. Vesper’s magic spot was tickled and teased. Walter liked his answer. The following orgasm was bigger and better than the first.
To Be Continued.
Please review.
Flora
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Castlevania games and I’m not making any money here either. I am merely writing this tale for fun.
Summary: Blood drips from his brutal mouth as he gazes up at the full moon. He orders the accursed castle to open her hellish gates once more. It is time to start the game anew. Who will have the nerve to come and slay the naughty master of the castle? Incest, Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Chapter One
Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me
(Beneath the stars, taste the death within me)
Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss
To sever thin mortality
--Cradle of Filth
Vesper stood with his slender back against the large wooden door he had just walked backwards through like one of the many ghosts, which forever haunted the endless halls of Eternal Night. The beloved had indeed frightened him. His dark god was fearsome and all trembled before his awesome might.
His violet eyes flashed in the candlelight as he looked up the flight of devilish steps. They were made of bones and painted with crimson gold. He began to walk upon their deathly screams, his sharp hills clicking, echoing in his pointy ears.
Silk whispered across silent death as bats chattered over his head. Some were alive, others beyond death, and a few were stuck in between the two.
The sensation of just having the beloved’s tongue in his mouth lingered, like a pleasant aroma. He wanted to feel the beloved’s naked flesh pressing him down against the bed mattress. The thought stole breath he didn’t possess.
The beloved’s bedchamber was a dark shrine unto himself and all his unholy powers. Ancient magic lingered in the air and stone, smelling of a garden overrun with poisonous orchids.
Darkness danced and reveled all around him like a living thing. Terror beyond mortal nightmares snickered and howled from within the moving wickedness.
Silver moonlight suddenly pierced the darkness, shining through the stained glass windows. Demons and angels trapped in painted glass seemed to glow to life in endless battle. The demons were twisted and beautiful in their undying hatred for the light. Angels with their godly wings were being torn apart. His favorite was the horned demon cutting the throat of a screaming angel with his own halo. He walked by the unicorn stabbing the black dragon, which had it by the neck in its drooling maws.
He stood at the foot of the great bed, where his beloved would hold him prisoner under his immortal flesh. The large posts were bedecked with gold and onyx gems. Its headboard was carved from darkest ebony and illustrated with coils of serpents, snapping and hissing with crimson jeweled eyes. Scarlet silk hung around and down from the high canopy, billowing in a haunted breeze, which came from nowhere.
Silk slithered from his moth white flesh, pooling at his naked feet like a nest of spitting vipers. Invisible hands played with his long, abundant locks, fixing his hair up and styling it with precious stones the very color of his bewitching eyes.
Snowy breath blew along his smooth throat, making him smile. Death was sensual and loving in his merciless cruelty. He crawled like a great cat onto the bed, posing like some wanton maenad awaiting her lord of wine.
Cold laughter tickled his left ear and a light touch pinched his right ass cheek. The window to his left flew open and a shower of rose petals stormed into the chamber. He could smell fresh blood. The crimson petals had once been white as snow.
The beloved came upon him from out of the storm of sweet smelling petals, holding his naked body up against the headboard with both hands. His eyes burned with hellfire and he grinned with monstrous teeth. His gleaming fangs dripped with poisonous saliva, grazing along his neck.
His armor and clothing melted from his muscular body like mist. Vesper cried out when the vampire god sunk his teeth into him, like moonlight cutting through the surface of water. His own razor sharp nails sliced into the larger vampire’s broad back, causing them both to snarl and hiss.
The beloved removed his ruby mouth, licking his bloody lips with a serpent’s tongue. His eyes burned with the hellish heat from two garnet stars. The beloved’s wild mane tickled his naked chest, where his pale pink nipples became erect.
Vesper traced those brutally carved lips with his finger, loving their sensual softness. His dark hair had fallen down and gems were scattered about the glossy pillows.
“You are beauty in its cruelest form,” the beloved spoke. “You torment me.”
“Why?” Vesper purred. “I am under you.”
The beloved was suddenly standing at the foot of the bed, clothed from the neck down in soft moonlight. He looked like the world’s greatest sculptor’s dream and worse nightmare.
“Why do you look at me with such eyes?” Walter asked, cocking his head to the side. It was the movement a large serpent made before striking. “…Eyes lovelier than any others.”
Vesper crawled to his knees, letting the splendid moonlight illuminate his wintry form. His dark hair coiling, curling, and billowing like waves of black sea foam as he moved across the petal strewn sheets.
He reached up, putting his hands on the beloved’s broad chest. His shapely hand traced down his marble hard abs, tracing a perfect circle around his bellybutton. It was something he didn’t have. His hands went no lower. He didn’t dare. He kept looking at the bellybutton. He licked his fangs, wanting to stick his tongue in the shallow depression.
The beloved stood like a glacial statue, unmoving. What was going on inside that dark mind of his? Had that been a question he was supposed to answer? How was he supposed to answer it? His eyes were his eyes. He couldn’t change that.
“Beloved,” he said, looking down at the larger vampire’s naked feet. They were perfect and he wanted to plant soft kisses upon their smooth tops. He wanted to bathe them in fresh blood and lick them clean for his pleasure. “Do you not want me?”
Walter was on him with a demonic growl, pinning him flat on his slender back, snarling against his throat like a hungry wolf. “Do you want in on the game as well, little bat?” He asked.
Vesper could only shout as the beloved mercilessly speared him on his ivory hard rod. It filled him and he arched his back, moaning with the wind beyond the painted glass.
“A hunter is on his way as we fuck,” the beloved laughed, pounding into him with vicious thrusts of his powerful hips. “He will be a strong one, methinks.”
Vesper found that he couldn’t think. His body was filled with bliss and his mind was filled with a cold fire. It crept along his spine like frost along blades of grass. He could feel it all gathering in his groin. It was like the goddess Artemis pulling tight the string on her silver bow, getting ready to fire her devastating arrow.
The beloved kept teasing his shore with little waves, until he was screaming to be washed away. The orgasm hit him like a brick between the eyes. Two loud, demonic howls filled the castle. The very walls of Eternal Night vibrated from them.
Walter, still inside him, collapsed on top of him, nibbling at his earlobe with playful teeth. His breath was cold and sweeter than a coffin filled with fresh moonflowers.
“Can I eat him if he gets too close?” He asked, wrapping his slender arms around the beloved.
Walter snarled low in this throat.
“Chase him in for you to gobble up like that wolf did the nanny you got for me?” He asked instead.
His smooth, flawless cheek received an icy lick. It made him sigh with an open smile. The beloved was so stingy when it came to all these silly hunters.
“I’m going to go visit with Medusa,” he said, kissing the beloved on top of his head. “She asked me to help tend her garden.”
The beloved stilled and he took quick notice.
“She wants me to clean around her statues,” he told him, gently squeezing his god. “She wants to be able to see the look of fear on their twisted faces.”
“When did the two of you become so familiar?” Walter asked, lifting his head like a sleeping dragon.
Vesper looked up into his gleaming eyes, smiling into them. The beloved was jealous.
“She is a creature of Eternal Night, Beloved,” he said, playing with the vampire’s silky hair. “Can I not know them?”
Walter began to nibble his lower lip. “Do as you wish.”
Vesper moved his head a little, making the beloved halt his teasing for a second. “You do not mind?”
He did. Oh, the beloved did mind. He could feel it clearly and it excited him. The beloved was jealous.
“Tell me that you adore me,” Walter commanded.
He did.
“Tell me that you worship me.”
He did.
“Tell me that you fear me.”
He did.
“Tell me that you respect me.”
He did.
“Tell me that you love me.”
He gently squeezed his ass muscles, which could have cracked a diamond. It made the vampire still in him moan and he kissed him.
The wind stilled and the moonlight slowly faded behind a cloud. The beloved took him again, gently this time. Vesper whispered dark love in his pointy ears, moving with him. He was the ocean and the beloved was the mighty ship which traversed him. The beloved was the moon shining down on him with a cold and icy light, pushing and pulling at him always.
“Will you die for me?” The beloved whispered, being so tender with him, kissing him like frost does a tombstone.
Vesper touched his cheek with his own. “Only if my death will save you.”
The beloved blinked. Vesper’s magic spot was tickled and teased. Walter liked his answer. The following orgasm was bigger and better than the first.
To Be Continued.
Please review.
Flora