A Cure for Fleshly Pleasures?

Resting a solid chin on his other hand, Kain watched his own ministrations with a mix of disdain and bemusement. How easily distracted men could be: Faustus had practically dissolved to jelly and his eyes were squeezed shut too tightly to notihe dhe distasteful but inquisitive scrutiny he was now under. Finally the elder rearranged himself and lowered his face over the center of the eager youth’s body. He flicked his tongue over the oozing hole tentatively, eliciting an eager whimper from Faustus but a soured expression from himself; it was immensely salty, and he felt a surge of pity for every woman that had ever pleasured him in such a manner. Curiosity won out though, and after gliding a cold tongue on the underside, he carefully nicked the inviting vein that pulsed there. Faustus arched his back off the bed in intense pain but began to thrash in elation as a cold mouth engulfed him. The mix of pain and pleasure was exquisite.

The vampire fed eagerly, urged on by his meal’s rhythmic thrusts and erotic cries. The blood from this area had a flavor unlike that obtained from the jugular or carotid artery, which both had their own distinct tastes. Although the experience of fellating another was not altogether appealing, the blood wasd thd the knowledge that Faustus would soon becoming far less enthusiastic did as well.

He tightened his lips around the other’s shafted and sucked eagerly, Faustus doing all the work for him with his insistent plunging. Hot blood streamed into his eager mouth from the small wound he had made and he listened with satisfaction as Faustus began babbling encouragement interlaced with cries of “Kain!” As more of his life’s blood left him, though, and a dizziness set in, the proximity of death dawned on him as he neared as climax.

“What… what are you doing to me?!” Faustus uttered frantically as he tried sit up. Weak from the loss of blood made it difficult and he only slipped back down. Kain only quickened the sliding of his lips though, bringing him to the brink again. His moans rose in pitch, terror mingling with pleasure. “No…”

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Faustus, the satiation of your pathetic lust?” Kain snarled, drawing away only for a moment before going back down. Semen-tinged blood dripped down the corner of his lips and he could sense the life waning in the man before him. Clawed hands grasped the bleeding man’s plump buttocks and the vampire sucked with sudden relish. Faustus only began to cry.

“N-no…” the weary Faustus moaned, certain that death was upon him.

“But you said that you did, my childe, and so I have given it to you.” Kain muttered with dark satisfaction. Dass bss began to settle around the dying man’s vision and his feverish movements subsided. “I trust you now understand how submission to sexual desire only makes one weak…” The sound faded and the release he so desired never came. Kain’s lithe body shuddered in pleasure as the last of Faustus’ blood his body. He stood with a content sigh like that of a full man after a well-prepared holiday feast, looking down at the bloody mess he had wrought.

Would it be worth it to bring him back? Would he be less impulsive, less reckless? I suppose if he isn’t, I can always kill him. Kain thought with a chuckle and casually slit his own wrist before holding it over the other’s mouth, still open in shock, along with his death-glazed eyes. Those same eyes soon began to flutter; Faustus sat up in shock, coughing and choking as the warm liquid spread throughout his body and reanimated it, chaining his soul to his corpse in eternal undeath. Kain only sat and watched, arms crossed over his chest in consideration, heavy-lidded eyes unblinking and his expression neutral and composed.

The fledgling looked down at his hands and body blankly. “Wh-what happened?” He asked unthinkingly, the events having faded momentarily from his mind.

“I took your life. You are now a vampire.” The elder stated casually. Faustus turned to stare up at him, his mouth moving but not forming words. Memories returned to him all too quickly however, and with increasing humiliation. Still warm from Kain’s gift, blood rose to his cheeks in a blush and he lowered his shaking hands in an attempt to hide his bloody lap. “You’ll be tiring soon.” Kain said as he stood and opened the window to close the shutters. “You may clothe yourself before you sleep, if you wish. Feel free to enjoy the bed.” Slamming the window down again and drawing the dusty curtains as an extra precaution, he acted as though the event had never occurred. The satisfied gleam in his cold eyes belied his tone, though. “I will be here when you awake and then we shall hunt. Do you remember my last words, Faustus? Have you learned your lesson?” He turned to look down with a nonchalant attitude at his childe. Faustus was silent for a moment as he stared at the floor shamefacedly.

“…yes.”

“I would prefer it if you would continue to use my title, Faustus.” Kain replied with a hint of warning.

“Yes, my lord.” Faussaidsaid numbly as he climbed into the sheets. His master turned and sat down at the crude desk and began a letter informing Vorador of his newest fledgling.

“Rest well, childe.” Kain said gently, not bothering to turn around. Faustus barely heard it as he drifted off into a blissfully forgetful slumber.

Someday he would avenge himself on Kain for this embarrassment.

Someday.

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Afterword

I know that isn’t really the way Kain creates a vampire but I’m not sure how he does it so please forgive erroerror.

--Tempy Smurf 42
December 6, 2003