Blood

Note: this is a side story to my other story, There Is No Going Back Chapter 3 Shi No Numa

 

Richtofen smiled to himself. His three experiments were gasping for breath. He never imagined being able to see over three centuries. The past three decades were astounding how technology blossomed.

He loved blood. He could smell it through the flesh of the experimental super soldiers.

The swamp they were currently in disgusted him. He was surprised at the recent turn of events, it seemed that the American and Russian lusted after on another. He first realized it after they regrouped at the asylum, he smelled their lust and saliva on each other.

But, that was fine, he would use their distraction for what he wanted.

He sent them all to a separate huts to “rest”, knowing full well the American and Russian would end up together.

He watched Takeo walk away. His bloodlust flared. He was thirsty. He made himself wait for about fifteen minutes, then dematerialized.

He blended into the shadows, watching Takeo carefully clean his weapons and sharpen his knife.

He slowly stepped out of the shadows. Takeo jumped up, frightened by the sudden movement. He stepped backwards. Confusion and fear lighted his face.

Richtofen grinned and moved at an inhuman speed, knocking Takeo to the ground, straddling him. He leaned down and ferociously kissed the struggling soldier. He pulled away and looked down at the dark eyes staring back at him and was pleasantly surprised when Takeo wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him back down for a kiss.

Richtofen pulled away again, confusion lit Takeo’s face as Richtofen’s face changed. Blood rushed into his eyes, turning them red. His smile was further distorted as his canine’s elongating. With a strike as fast as a cobra’s Richtofen latched onto Takeo’s neck, taking long deep pulls, Takeo’s blood flowed into his mouth, restoring him.

Richtofen licked the wounds shut and looked at the dazed Takeo, his eyes were full of lust. Richtofen chuckled and pulled Takeo’s pants off. Feeding always aroused him, and soon his own pants were undone.

He moved between Takeo’s legs and put his legs over his shoulders. He pressed firmly into Takeo, watching the Japanese man squirm and moan under himself. He was soon completely inside Takeo and moved his hips back and forth slowly as the man beneath him groaned, pleading for a faster pace. He quickened his thrusting, panting himself.

He dropped to his elbows and dipped his head down so he could feed off of the warm blood underneath himself once again. He sucked on the newly opened wound once again, matching his thrusts to his suckling.

Takeo’s sex was now hard, begging for attention. Richtofen stroked Takeo.

Soon Richtofen was near climax, he increased his thrusting and stroking, driving them both to orgasm. Richtofen leaned into Takeo and kissed him and sucked on his lips.

Richtofen dressed and watched as Takeo drifted off to sleep.