A Primal Hunt
The flickering flames of the fireplace cast eerie shadows on the walls, as Mikhail and Anthony lounged in their opulent chairs, sipping goblets filled with rich, crimson blood. Before them lay a limp, naked man, his body bruised and adorned with telltale bite marks. The two vampires were deep in conversation, discussing business matters and plans for their kind's domination of mankind.
Darku is certainly raising eyebrows in America," Anthony remarked, finishing off his goblet and setting it aside with a soft clink. "His methods are becoming more brazen and reckless."
Mikhail nodded in agreement, his sharp features contorting into a frown. "Yes, and that only spells trouble for our kind. We cannot afford any more attention or scrutiny from the humans."
"Agreed," Anthony replied. "But how do we plan to push back against Darku's actions? He seems to be growing more powerful each day."
"We must strike at the heart of his power," Mikhail said, his eyes flashing with determination. "He relies heavily on his network of informants and allies. If we can cut him off from them, he will become vulnerable."
"But how?" Anthony asked, leaning forward in interest.
"We must infiltrate his inner circle," Mikhail explained. "Get close to his most trusted allies and turn them against him."
"But that will not be easy," Anthony pointed out. "Darku is a master manipulator and will not let anyone close enough to betray him."
"That is why we must use their weaknesses against them," Mikhail said thoughtfully. "Find what they desire most and exploit it – whether it be power, wealth, or even love."
"An intriguing plan," Anthony mused. "But who do you suggest as our first target?"
"I have been keeping an eye on Darku's second-in-command," Mikhail revealed. "A cunning vampire by the name of Zara. She has been with Darku for centuries and has always been fiercely loyal to him...until now."
"How do you know this?" Anthony asked skeptically.
"I have my ways," Mikhail said cryptically.
Anthony nodded in understanding before giving a devious smile. "Very well then, let us pay Zara a visit."
"I do trust you're appreciating the local flavors, my friend?"
"Indeed," replied Mikhail, smirking as he glanced at the drained man before them. "I haven't dined so well in ages."
The man's name was Elliot Thompson, a 24-year-old law student who had been procured from a mixer in mayfair. His athletic build and strong jawline had caught Anthony's eye, but it was the desperation in his struggle that had made him taste so sweet.
Mikhail drew attention to the blood in the goblet, dipping his finger into the liquid and bringing it to his lips, licking it off with a sensual grace. "Tell me more about this young man, Anthony. You have exquisite taste."
"Ah, Lucas Bennett," Lord Anthony began, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "He's a 20-year-old model from London, and I must say, he put up quite a fight when I captured him." He leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting in the firelight. "Such beautiful blue eyes, long neck, and oh, those legs... Long, lean, and perfect for wrapping around my waist."
Anthony's words hung in the air, a heavy and irresistible temptation. He paused, his piercing gaze burning into Mikhail's as if daring him to refuse. "I've ordered him to visit your bedchamber tonight," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I can't wait for you to experience the pleasure of his flesh firsthand." His husky tone dripped with desire as he described the ways he loved to take Lucas, his body moving with an effortless grace that only heightened Mikhail's anticipation. "Such sweet surrender," Anthony whispered, a predator ready to pounce on its prey. And Mikhail couldn't resist the pull any longer.
"Speaking of pleasure," Mikhail interjected, "have you been enjoying Nathan Honeycutt, the American model I brought over for you?"
"Ah, yes," Anthony purred, recalling the taste of the young man's blood. "I never realized how delectable Southern cuisine could be. The boy is holding up remarkably well."
"Excellent," Mikhail replied, clearly pleased by Anthony's satisfaction. He then informed his companion about his longtime blood donor, Steve Jones, who would be joining them the following night for a shared meal. Mikhail had discovered the tall, muscular former lacrosse player 30 years ago when he was just 19 and had been feasting on him ever since.
"Steve's final feeding will be a special event, as tradition dictates. He will offer up his 18-year-old son, Dylan, as a new donor while making the ultimate sacrifice to us vampires."
As part of their ancient tradition, a legacy blood donor would offer up their life to ensure the safety and favor of their offspring within vampire society. "I can already taste the richness of his flesh and organs," Mikhail said nonchalantly, thinking of the human. Anthony's eyes lit up with excitement as he replied, "My chefs will know just how to prepare him for our dinner in a few nights." With a sly smirk, Mikhail added, "And his head and thick neck will make for a delectable presentation on a silver platter." The two vampires continued their macabre discussion, their voices filled with anticipation for the imminent feast.
Mikhail continued speaking with a sly grin, "And his son has become quite the strapping young man, spitting images of his father at that age. I can only imagine how he will taste and feel beneath me as I push in for the first time," he mused with a wicked gleam in his eye. His words were laced with lust and anticipation, causing his thoughts to wander to the pleasure that awaited him.
"Tonight, though," Lord Anthony said, rising to his feet, "we hunt in our primal forms through the streets of Oxford and Cambridge, my favorite hunting grounds." As if on cue, guards entered the room and dragged away the lifeless body of Elliot Thompson.
Mikhail and Anthony made their way through the grand mansion, stepping into the courtyard and inhaling the crisp autumn air. The transformation that followed was nothing short of breathtaking – Mikhail's form contorted, his bones cracking and reshaping until a large, majestic winged bat took his place. Lord Anthony morphed into a sleek, powerful panther, its muscles rippling beneath its black fur.
As they prepared to hunt, the two vampires discussed their preferences, each craving the taste of young, lean, and virile men. They reveled in the hunt, savoring not only the blood but also the tender flesh of their victims.
"Tell me, Mikhail," Anthony purred, "what is it you enjoy most about the hunt?"
"Ah, the anticipation," Mikhail replied, his voice a dark whisper on the wind. "The moment when we close in on our prey, their hearts pounding with fear... That's when I can't wait to sink my teeth into their soft, succulent flesh."
"Agreed, my friend. There's nothing quite like it."
The cobblestone streets of Oxford were shrouded in darkness, but the two figures moved with ease, their eyes sharp and predatory. They scanned the faces of young men passing by, evaluating each one for their cravings. With hushed voices, they discussed the merits of each potential target, eagerly searching for the perfect meal to satisfy their hunger.
"Look at that one," Anthony murmured, his eyes locking onto a young man with tousled brown hair and a lean frame. "He has potential."
"Perhaps," Mikhail conceded, his gaze flitting to another youth who showed promise. "But what about him? He looks delectable."
As they continued their search, the gnawing feeling of hunger grew stronger and more insistent, until it could no longer be ignored. Mikhail's keen eyes spotted a young man - David, 22 years old, with short, sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes - walking alone on the sidewalk. With swift and graceful movements, he swooped down and snatched the unsuspecting human from behind, carrying him up to a nearby rooftop where Anthony eagerly awaited. The two vampires fed upon their prey, ripping off his shirt and tracing their fingers over his smooth skin as they drank from his neck, nipples, and stomach. Each drop of blood was like an intoxicating elixir, fueling their primal desires and sending shivers of pleasure through their cold bodies
3 - 4
The college campus lay shrouded in darkness, an eerie silence permeating the air. The desolate atmosphere hung heavy as Mikhail and Lord Anthony prowled through the empty corridors, their footsteps echoing ominously against the ancient stone walls. Their senses were on high alert, their predatory instincts driving them forward in search of fresh prey.
As they moved through the shadows, a tantalizing scent caught their attention, so intoxicating and fragrant that it aroused both vampires' insatiable hunger. They followed the trail of the alluring aroma, leading them to a dimly lit tavern known as The Eagle and The Child.
The two tall figures strode towards the tavern, their features slowly shifting and morphing into those of humans. Their sharp fangs retracted as they approached the entrance, their aura of power and danger still evident in the way they carried themselves. As they walked into the dimly lit establishment, the faces of the bartender and owner contorted with shock and fear, their eyes widening at the sight of the two imposing figures. Mikhail and Lord Anthony took their place at the bar, their presence commanding attention from all those around them. The bartender poured them each a glass of rare scotch, watching as they sipped and took in their surroundings with an air of nonchalance. Behind the bar, unframed photos and polaroids of missing young men were tacked and stuck by tape to the wall, serving as a chilling reminder of the danger lurking within their midst. The atmosphere was thick with tension and unease, as if any wrong move could tip the delicate balance between safety and chaos.
The bartender, James, pleaded with Anthony, "Please don't cause any trouble tonight, my lord." Anthony responded sarcastically, "Oh, have I caused trouble for you in the past, James?" He let out a laugh and looked around the room. "My friend and I just came in for a drink and maybe some takeout for dinner." Anthony turned to James and asked if he was enjoying the new Range Rover that Anthony had secured for him. James grudgingly nodded his head. As he scanned the bar, Anthony noticed a tall and handsome man in his thirties sitting in a corner and sipping on a pint. "Tell me about him," Anthony asked James. "That's Dimitri, a grad student from Romania," replied James. "Ahhhh I do love the old country" Anthony responded while still scanning the room for the source of the particular scent that caught his attention.
"Ah, I see you've made your mark here," Mikhail remarked casually, his gaze fixated on the haunting images.
"Indeed," Anthony replied coolly. "The locals know better than to ask questions or pry too deep."
As their heightened senses scanned the tavern, they finally locked onto the source of the captivating scent – Oliver Williams and Ethan Clark. The two young men, unaware of the peril that stalked them, drank and saluted each other in a booth near the bar.
“I think they may have to add two more photos to the wall my friend” Mikhail sarcastically remarked . “Indeed they will” replied Anthony.
Oliver, a 19-year-old student with a lean build and sharp features, possessed an air of studiousness that drew Mikhail's interest. His long neck and perfect complexion only added to his allure. Beside him, Ethan, a 20-year-old athlete with broad shoulders and tousled blonde hair, exuded confidence and charm. Their big feet, encased in well-worn sneakers, seemed to hold a particular fascination for the vampires.
"Ah, now there's a pair worth sinking our teeth into," Anthony hissed, his eyes glowing with unquenchable hunger. "Such youthful vitality... it will make their blood taste all the sweeter."
Mikhail's eyes flashed crimson and his fangs lengthened as he licked his lips in anticipation. "These two will surely satisfy our cravings tonight," he said to his companion, Anthony. Ethan and Oliver stumbled out of their booth, unaware of the two vampires watching them with hunger in their eyes. "Patience, my friend," Anthony commanded Mikhail, his voice dripping with malice. As the boys left the tavern, Anthony threw a wad of cash onto the table and James, the bartender, scowled at him. "You know what to do" Anthony instructed James with a sneer looking back at Dimitri. "He'll make a fine addition to my stock." James reluctantly nodded as the vampires left to track down their next victims, leaving behind a disapproving bartender who had seen too many innocent people fall prey to these creatures of the night.
Mikhail's words drip with saccharine sweetness as he addresses James, the corners of his mouth curling into a dangerous smirk. His tongue darts out to lick at his elongated fangs, taunting and daring anyone to challenge him. "Make that three photos you're gonna need," he sneers, his voice laced with malice. With a mirthless laugh, he turns on his heel and follows Anthony out of the tavern, disappearing into the cover of night.
The vampires stalked their prey with a deadly grace, their predator instincts driving them closer to the unsuspecting young men. The thrill of the hunt burned through their veins, heightening their insatiable hunger for fresh blood. "I want to impale the blonde one on my cock while ripping his throat out in that alley," Mikhail growled, his voice dripping with primal lust and violence. "Patience, my friend," Anthony replied calmly, his eyes glinting with predatory anticipation. "We will feed like civilized vampyre tonight, not like our savage strigoi brethren." But the scent of the young man's racing heartbeat, the succulent aroma of his creamy flesh, and the rich blood and seed pulsing beneath his skin were too tempting for Mikhail to resist. "I can't hold back any longer," he snarled, his fangs extending as he fought against his own desires. "You will savor it all tonight, my friend," Anthony reassured him with a dark smirk.
5 - 6
The moon cast an eerie glow on the deserted college campus, with only the faint echo of footsteps accompanying Mikhail and Anthony as they stalked their prey. Their primal forms blended seamlessly with the darkness, their anticipation growing with each step.
"Can you imagine how it will feel to sink our fangs into those long necks?" Mikhail whispered, his eyes locked onto Oliver and Ethan as they continued walking, oblivious to the danger that lurked just beyond their sight.
"Exquisite," replied Anthony, his voice low and filled with hunger. "And I can't wait to taste their cocks... such delicate morsels."
Mikhail chuckled softly. "Ah, yes. And their soft, tender feet... to consume those would be divine."
"Indeed," agreed Anthony with a wicked grin. "Especially when they wriggle in our mouths, still warm from their struggle."
As the distance between them closed, the vampires' anticipation reached its peak. They could practically feel the boys' hearts pounding in their chests, hear the blood coursing through their veins.
"Ready, my friend?" asked Mikhail, tensing his muscles in preparation for the ambush.
"Always," answered Anthony, his fangs glinting menacingly in the moonlight.
With supernatural speed, they struck. Mikhail swooped down upon Oliver, his talons digging into the young man's shoulders as he lifted him off the ground. His grip was inescapable, and Oliver's terrified scream was quickly silenced by Mikhail's hand clamping over his mouth.
Simultaneously, Lord Anthony pounced on Ethan, his powerful jaws clamping around the athlete's neck, rendering him motionless and helpless. Ethan's eyes widened in shock and fear, but he was unable to make a sound or even move as the vampire's strength easily overpowered him.
In mere moments, the two college boys found themselves at the mercy of the ancient vampires, their fates sealed as they were dragged into the darkness and away from the safety of their familiar world.
7 - 8
Oliver's heart pounded in his chest as the cold night air rushed past him, Mikhail's talons digging into his shoulders. His mind raced with thoughts of fear and confusion, struggling to comprehend the surreal nightmare he suddenly found himself in. Though he tried to scream for help, Mikhail's hand muffled any sound that escaped his lips.
Ethan, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as Lord Anthony carried him off the ground by his neck. He knew that showing fear would only serve to please these monstrous creatures, so he put up a brave front, trying to mask his terror with defiance. Despite the paralyzing grip of the vampire, Ethan managed to throw a glare at his captor, silently vowing to fight until his last breath.
"Your struggle is futile, but admirable," Anthony taunted, his voice smooth and sinister. "You should be proud, though. Not everyone gets the honor of serving as sustenance for beings as ancient and powerful as us."
Mikhail chuckled darkly at Anthony's words as they soared through the sky, their supernatural speed making the journey to their estate swift and unsettling. "Indeed," Mikhail agreed, his sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. "And we plan to savor every part of you, every morsel of your tender flesh, every drop of your sweet blood."
"Please... let us go..." Oliver whimpered, his voice barely audible from behind Mikhail's hand. The studious scholar could hardly fathom the twisted world he'd been dragged into, and his mind reeled at the thought of what awaited them.
"Ah, the pleading begins," Anthony mocked, tightening his grip around Ethan's neck ever so slightly. "It only makes our hunger grow, you know. You'll soon learn that resistance is pointless, and the sooner you accept your fate, the less painful it will be."
As they approached the sprawling, imposing estate shrouded in darkness, both Oliver and Ethan knew that their lives would never be the same again. They could only hope that the strength of their spirits would carry them through whatever horrors awaited them within those cold, stone walls.
9 - 10
The grand and imposing estate loomed before Oliver and Ethan, its dark stone walls casting eerie shadows across the moonlit grounds. The mansion's secrets lay hidden within, a labyrinth of chambers and passageways known only to those who called this place home.
The guards, dressed in all black with black helmets forcefully ushered Oliver and Ethan into the frigid and foreboding building, their bodies trembling from the chill that seemed to emanate from every inch of the walls. The two were marched down a lengthy, poorly lit hallway, with the wavering torch flames casting eerie shapes on the ground. Eventually, they arrived at a sturdy door made of thick wood. As it creaked open, a blindingly bright room was revealed. Inside, there were sterile white tiles covering every surface, and an assortment of unnerving contraptions such as stretchers and bindings filled the space.
"Fucking strip them," one of the guards growled, and the boys were forcefully stripped, their clothes ripped off like worthless scraps and thrown into a pile of discarded garments. Once naked, their wrists were shackled to a suspension bar and hoisted up just inches from the ground. Rough hands roamed over their exposed bodies, taking note of their blood types, virginity status, height, weight, and even foot size. A guard interrogated them about any siblings they may have had, his tone menacing and predatory as he rifled through their wallets for information.
The guard's harsh commands echoed through the sterile, cold room, filled with the metallic scent of antiseptic. He barked orders at the two trembling figures, Oliver and Ethan, who were helpless to resist their masters' twisted desires. Their bodies were roughly scrubbed down, leaving their skin raw and tender. As they were injected with potent drugs designed to enhance arousal, their fear was palpable in the air. The two men shared terrified looks, knowing the cruel fate that awaited them. "This one has quite the impressive package," one guard boasted, lifting up Oliver's massive ten inches. "And on such a frail frame," he chuckled sadistically, relishing in their power over these vulnerable boys.
In time, they were led naked to a set of ornate double doors, which swung open to reveal a large ornate feeding chamber. The room was opulent, with rich velvet drapes, gilded mirrors, and a massive fireplace crackling with an eerie blue flame. A sickly sweet scent hung in the air, mingling with the sounds of soft moans and the rustle of fabric.
The chamber was filled with the languid forms of other vampires, draped over plush furniture or sprawled on the cold stone floor. Some were in the midst of feasting on their victims, their prey bound and helpless with terror etched into their faces. As Oliver and Ethan were escorted through the room, they couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear run down their spines at the sight.
Finally, they were led to the far end of the chamber where a private door stood, beckoning them into Lord Anthony's personal feeding chamber. The heavy iron handle gleamed in the flickering light, giving off an ominous aura. Inside, two white marble altars were placed in the center of the room, flanking a large throne-like chair where Lord Anthony sat, his dark eyes glinting with hunger as he awaited his next meal. The air was thick with the scent of blood and power, adding to the tense atmosphere in the room.
Their bodies were forcefully pushed onto the cold, unforgiving stone, their limbs strained against the iron cuffs that were tightly affixed to the corners of the ominous altars. The metal dug into their skin, sending shivers down their spines as they struggled against their restraints. The stench of copper and decay lingered in the air, a reminder of the blood sacrifices that had taken place on these very altars before them. Fear and desperation consumed them as they awaited their fate, trapped in this eerie and foreboding place.
The grand doors swung open with a heavy creak, and in glided Mikhail and Anthony, cloaked only in long, billowing black silk robes that trailed behind them like dark clouds. The mere sight of the fully aroused vampires sent shivers down Oliver and Ethan's spines, their fear palpable as the predators circled their prey. The Boys struggled against their restraints, desperate to break free from the lustful gazes of the powerful creatures. With a flick of their hands, the vampires effortlessly discarded their robes, revealing their sculpted bodies and impressive erections that stood tall like pillars of desire. A wave of primal desire and danger washed over the room as the two species faced off, ready to unleash all their pent-up desires and instincts upon each other.
"Which one shall we start with, my friend?" Mikhail asked, his gaze flicking between the two boys.
"Let's begin with the studious one," Anthony replied, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "I've always found their fear adds an exquisite flavor to the blood."
"Ah, but don't forget about tenderizing the meat," Mikhail added, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "A good pounding first should do the trick."
Anthony laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber. "My thoughts exactly," he agreed, stepping closer to Oliver, who trembled beneath his predatory gaze. "Prepare yourselves, boys. Your lives are about to change forever."
11 - 12
The feeding chamber was filled with a cacophony of moans and gasps, the scent of arousal and terror mingling in the air. Mikhail and Anthony had chosen to start with Oliver, the studious scholar, his slender body trembling beneath their predatory gazes. As they approached him, the boy's eyes widened with fear, but there was nowhere for him to escape.
"Ah, what a lovely sight," Mikhail purred, running his fingers through Oliver's hair as he admired the boy's fragile frame. "I can't wait to feel him squirm beneath me."
"Indeed," Anthony agreed, placing a hand on Oliver's chest and feeling his heart race beneath the skin. "I do love the taste of fear."
Mikhail stood between Oliver's spread legs, his tongue delving into the boy's trembling hole, tasting the musky scent of fear and arousal. His fangs glinted in the dim light as he savored the moment, his eyes half-lidded with desire. Anthony, on the other hand, had captured Oliver's head in his strong grip, forcing the boy's mouth open wide. He thrust his erect cock deep into Oliver's throat, cutting off his screams and causing the boy's eyes to water. The sight of Oliver's vulnerable body, writhing and gasping beneath their touch, only fueled the vampires' lust further.
Meanwhile, Ethan remained shackled to the altar, his eyes wide with terror as he watched his friend being defiled by the two powerful creatures. His body was rigid with fear, every muscle straining against the iron cuffs that held him captive. He could only watch in helpless horror as Mikhail and Anthony took turns satisfying their desires on Oliver's trembling body.
The air in the feeding chamber was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and arousal. The sound of moans and gasps filled the room, punctuated by the occasional slap of flesh against flesh. The scene was one of primal desire and raw power, as the two vampires fed on the fear and arousal of their helpless prey.
Mikhail grunted in pleasure as he thrust into Oliver's tightly squeezed ass, feeling the warmth and tightness surrounding his cold cock. He relished the sensation, growling with each powerful movement. Oliver squirmed and struggled, tears streaming down his face as muffled moans escaped him while Anthony's cock filled his mouth on the other end. Mikhail increased his pace, the friction between their bodies intensifying as he plunged deeper into the boy. The sounds of pleasure mingled with cries and gasps filled the room as they all reached the peak of ecstasy together. The sweat-slicked skin and tangled limbs only adding to the intensity of the moment
Anthony's gaze fixated on Oliver's neck, where the pulsing blue veins stood out prominently beneath his skin. A low groan escaped Anthony's lips as he watched the throbbing bulges, barely able to contain himself from sinking his teeth into them. Meanwhile, his hand worked tirelessly on Oliver's cock, pumping it with a firm grip and eliciting moans of pleasure. The ten inches grew even harder and thicker in Anthony's hand, urging him closer to release his hot seed.
Ethan looked on in his horror as his friend was being used and tossed around like a rag doll as the vampires spit roasted him
Mikhail's tongue flicked against the sole of Oliver's foot and his long high arch, savoring the salty taste of the smooth flesh as he continued to pound into him. He could hear Ethan's whimpers in the background, but all his attention was focused on the boy beneath him.
"Your friend will be quite the feast as well," Anthony whispered to Oliver between thrusts, enjoying the way the boy's eyes darted toward Ethan in horror. "But you, my dear, are the pièce de résistance."
As the vampires reached their peak and released their hot loads into Oliver's tight holes, they each sank their sharp teeth into his skin - Mikhail onto the sensitive arch of his foot and Anthony onto his delicate wrist.
The room resounded with Oliver's piercing cries as their sharp fangs sank into his flesh, sending electric shocks through his body. In a synchronized motion, Oliver's cock erupted with a thick, creamy load that Anthony expertly guided all over the boy's smooth chest, marking him as theirs forever.
Mikhail's mouth watered as he lapped up the pooling blood around his bite mark on Oliver's foot. The metallic tang of iron filled his senses, driving him to devour every last drop. He then moved on to lick up Oliver's thick load, savoring the taste of him before turning to drink from Oliver's neck. Meanwhile, Anthony relished in the aftermath of Oliver's release, taking a moment to admire the smooth milky white skin before sinking his own fangs into it. Mikhail marveled at the length of Oliver's neck, stretching it back and exposing the vulnerable flesh as the boy whispered pleas for mercy. "Please no, please, god help me," Oliver begged, but Mikhail growled in response. "We are your gods now, boy," he declared as he leaned down and ran his tongue along the length of Oliver's neck, preparing to take his next bite. Anthony also joined in, feasting on Oliver's inner thighs with hungry fervor. The sounds of Oliver's moans and pleas filled the room as his body trembled under their touch.
The boy let out a guttural moan, his body writhing in agony as the vampires fed from him. With each mouthful they took, his form grew weaker and weaker, until he was barely able to resist. From his position on the other altar, Ethan watched in horror as his friend's bare feet trembled and shook under the onslaught of the creatures' hunger. When they had drained him almost completely, they released his limp body and turned their attention to Ethan. Their coal-black eyes locked onto his, sending a chill down his spine as their long fangs hungrily licked at their lips. Slowly, they crept towards him, ready to claim their next meal.
The second boy trembled with fear, his muscles coiled tight as he braced himself for the inevitable. Mikhail and Anthony circled him like predators, their hands gliding over every inch of his taut, lean frame, exploring and savoring every curve and dip. They worshiped his body with their tongues, tracing lines up his chest, along his legs and arms, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. Their teeth nipped at his skin, causing Ethan to flinch and whimper in anticipation of what was to come. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for the onslaught of pleasure and pain that they would soon unleash upon him.
This time Anthony dominated, taking Ethan's ass and ravaging it with his mouth. He threw the helpless boy's legs over his shoulders while Mikhail forced his cock into Ethan's mouth. The brutal ritual began once more as the two vampires discussed how Ethan's flavor compared to that of their previous victim, Oliver. "Mmm, this one seems feistier," Anthony remarked, his voice dripping with delight as he continued to ravage Ethan's ass with his mouth. Mikhail chuckled in response, his fangs glinting in the dim light as he gripped Ethan's hair and forced him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Mikhail pulled back from Ethan's mouth with a satisfied smirk on his face, showing Anthony he wanted to focus on ethan’s cock. Anthony grinned in agreement before turning back to finish what he had started. He pushed deeper into Ethan's tight hole, causing the boy to cry out in pain and pleasure. But this time, Anthony didn't hold back – he fucked him hard and fast until both of them were gasping for air.
As Anthony continued to pound into him, the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the air. Mikhail eagerly worked Ethan's cock with his mouth, his sharp fangs grazing the veiny shaft as he sucked and licked, filling his mouth with a heady cocktail of sperm and blood. Ethan gasped and exploded in Mikhail's mouth, his body trembling in pleasure and pain as Mikhail drank down his thick load. In a frenzy, Mikhail sank his fangs into the throbbing shaft, causing Ethan to scream in both ecstasy and agony. As this intense exchange was happening, Anthony climaxed inside Ethan's tight hole, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Finally, the two vampires took turns feeding from both sides of Ethan's neck, their fangs piercing his skin and draining him of all life force before pulling away in a bloody frenzy, leaving Ethan limp and spent on the cold altar.
As the afterglow of their feeding faded away, Anthony and Mikhail pulled their robes back on, savoring the remnants of Ethan's taste on their lips. "Well, that was quite a meal," remarked Mikhail with a satisfied grin, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Anthony chuckled in response as they both turned to leave the chamber.
As they made their way towards the exit, two guards entered the chamber and began to drag Oliver and Ethan's limp bodies towards the prep room.
The vampires paid no mind to them as they were used to this routine – after every feeding, their victims would be taken back to be cleaned and have their wounds treated so they could continue to be used for future feedings.
The guards carefully placed Oliver and Ethan on separate tables in the prep room where Lord Anthony's medical personnel were waiting for them. Despite their detached expressions, they were highly skilled and efficient at their job – cleaning and treating the wounds of their "food" before they were sent back to their designated cells until the next feeding.
