Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“Spread for me,” Gideon commanded. Maddox obeyed, but not without difficulty. The blood of his victims made for a brutal lubricant as Gideon found the last bastion of separateness between them. He would not merely fuck Madis. He would join with him, and they would become a single thing.
Gideon’s eternal rod found the still delicate hole between Madis’ thighs. He pushed in. Deeply. Possessively. He filled Madis up with one big long stroke, finding him tight, almost on the verge of resisting, but trying his best to submit.
Grunts and growls, snarls and even squeals filled the dead night air as Gideon held Madis’ legs aloft and used his fledgling’s ass like his own personal possession. Madis’ eyes gleamed black and flashed silver in the moonlight, his agony and his ecstasy both beautiful in Gideon’s eyes.
Madis had never taken a cock before. He had never known what it was to be pinned and filled, never understood how vulnerable and yet free it felt to submit so completely to the lust of another, to become the object of affection.
Gideon’s hand wrapped around Madis’ cock, squeezing and stroking, emulating the actions of his cock inside Madis. For every thrust, there was a stroke. And for every stroke, Madis was taken closer to the verge of a raging climax.
Sex as a human had been amazing, but this first sex as a vampire was all consuming. He did not feel like a man anymore. He felt like an animal, a wild beast rutting. Every bit of pleasure came with a side of sordid humiliation. To be the one who was taken was to be the one who was broken, the one who lost his manhood and gave it up to another. Aris would have been castrated as part of his torture if he had been left to live, but Madis had not been punished that way by his people. They wanted him dead, but they appreciated he was the dominant partner. Maddox knew he would never be the dominant partner when it came to Gideon. Gideon was maker, and master. He was everything.
Gideon’s hips became a blur of motion, his fucking rough, intense, and fast. Madis’ cock swelled and surged against his maker’s hand, and there was no holding back anymore, no thinking anymore. There was only submission, to Gideon, and to pleasure. He felt himself flood with the seed of the dark one, Gideon’s essence not only animating him, but now entering him.
“Oh, you are such a good boy,” Gideon purred in the aftermath of their coupling. “You are beautiful. Your hunger is intense. Your passion is incredible. And your lust for death and life are equally potent. You will make a perfect companion for me, Madis. But if you ever do what you have done tonight again…”
Back to modernity…
“Do you remember what I did to you after the village massacre, my boy?”
Maddox would have blushed if such a thing were possible. He remembered losing his vampiric virginity very clearly. He remembered how it was to lie on his back, looking up at the stars, and feeling the embodiment of all earthly evil surging inside him.
“We have not mated in a long time,” Gideon growled. “Should I bend you over for me, Maddox? Should I remind you what your ass is for?”
Maddox bristled, and gave Gideon what must have been a spectacularly disrespectful look.
Gideon had him by the back of the head before he could stop himself. He slammed him onto the floor.
“Should I tear this suit off you and make you scream for me, boy?”
“No,” Maddox growled.
“Then I ask you again, what did I do after your massacre?”
“You forgave me.”
“With a caveat. If you were ever so reckless again, I would imprison you for a thousand years. Do you remember that?”
“Yes. I remember.”
“It still stands.” Gideon’s eyes were hard as he let Maddox up, mercifully. “The infatuation you have for this pup is of a similar nature to that of your first love. It is obsessive, and it is dangerous for us all. You will break yourself of it, or I will break you of it.”
Maddox cut his eyes at Gideon. It had been a long time since he was threatened. And an even longer time since Gideon put hands on him. He had been, for the most part, a grateful and obedient fledgling. There had not been a great need for discipline. The idea of challenging Gideon directly was unthinkable, or it had been, until Will’s life came in play.
“I have sent Will away,” he repeated. “What else do you want?”
Gideon took a step forward and levered Maddox’s head up with two fingers beneath his chin. “I command you to stop loving him.”
“That is not how love works.”
“Of course it is. Love is a choice, always, or it is nothing at all.”
Maddox did not reply. That did not matter, for Gideon was not done speaking.