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"When will you get tired of me?" Tine groans, following the rhythm of the thrusts that the demon below him assisted with his hands on his hips, the scent of blood so deep that Tine's fangs protrude, dropping his head back, clutching the thighs of the other.
"Never." The demon's deep voice takes him out of concentration, the big cock inside him every time brushing that internal part that quickly made him come. One of the hands-on his hips creep up his back, the penetrations now short, controlled; the demon didn't want him to finish because he still hadn't fed enough.
"Finish now," he exclaims in a choked voice, fingers closing in his hair, and the other sits, now manipulating his body so that it is Tine who impales himself on the big cock that opened his hole. A tongue licks his neck, a dark growl, his fingers in his hair clenching.
"I'll finish when I am satiated." that voice whispers in his ear, and without warning, the other one picks him up, drawing a little cry from him while his body gets controlled, his back on the ground. The demon begins to kiss his knees, the inner area of his thighs, and he can't hold the whine when the hot cavity swallows his cock, pushing up when the head of his erection makes contact with the other's throat.
"God," Tine screams the mouth that has him caught sucking, swallowing, and begins to thrust upward, his hands at his sides because the bastard who is sucking his cock right now is capable of leaving him like that if he dares to intervene when he is feeding on his semen.
The demon puts a hand on his pelvis, holding him and Tine begins to desperate because his orgasm is near, but he turns his eyes when fingers invade his hole, pushing in wildly, the other hallowing his cheeks, his lips touching the base of his cock. He caresses his testicles with his tongue; Tine no longer knew if the liquid he felt running between his legs was the demon's saliva or his pre-cum. His body, which generally has no sensations, begins to tremble, and he is hungry; he needs blood, but before that, his sweaty skin increases the temperature.
The other one takes away his hand from his pelvis so that he can ram his mouth and his body suffers a cold shiver, lifting all the hairs; with a cry, he begins to come, the demon's throat swallowing greedily, sucking whatever he could get out of him. Tine trembles as his body turn cold, the other's tongue cleaning his testicles, sucking on his already flaccid member.
"Stop," he begs him, but the other's black eyes look at him with amusement, always mocking the sensitivity of a dead body, which is not supposed to respond to any sexual activity.
"No." the demon kneels, his big, hard cock almost throbbing. He licks his lips, narrowing his eyes, enjoying the taste of Tine, and stands up, pulling Tine until he gets adjusted against the stone wall. He lifts him with ease, Tine quickly holding onto the other's shoulders, his legs hugging his waist.
The demon holds him with one arm to help his powerful cock in Tine's hole with the other hand, and he bites his lip, the other with his face with lack of gestures, watching Tine as he penetrates him slowly, letting Tine's weight to be the one who makes him open his asshole for his cock.
"Just do it." A shove makes him gasp, his buttocks touching the other's lower body, and the demon side smiles at him, hugging him with both arms; Tine digs his claws into his shoulders, the smell of the red liquid he so severely needed. "Please." The second time that night, he begs because he needs to eat as much as the demon that kept him still, his hard hot cock inside him.
"Give me another orgasm," he demands, putting his hands on Tine's ass, lifting him, his back to the wall, and he begins to be opened abruptly, the demon's rigid member drawing gasps out of him.
Tine's eyes fall into the black of the demon, who had his face sweaty, his lips parted, and he squeezes his hips when he attacks Tine's hole, raising him only to keep the head of his cock to get trap by his entrance muscle, dropping him.
Tine's cock starts to harden; he raises his legs to make the lunges most in-depth and hugs the demon by his neck, moaning in his ear.
"Let me, please," he yells; the demon thrusts faster, the nails digging into his buttocks, and turns his neck, permitting Tine, who wastes no time, closing his fangs in the vein, beginning to suck the dark blood of which the devil had already made him addicted to. Tine licks his skin, his mouth full of blood, the taste driving him crazy, and the demon's cock leaves him, letting Tine's trembling legs touch the ground; the other kneels in front of him, swallowing his cock, now Tine grabbing him the hair with both hands, thrusting inside, in the fogginess that feeding on blood caused him.
"I'm coming," he announces, the other downing his cock, and the blow of his second orgasm almost made him fall to the floor if the demon wasn't holding him.
Again, his semen gets consumed, cleaning every last drop. Tine is trying to control the trembling in his body, the haziness of the blood staining his lips, and the other stands up, turning him over, his face facing the wall.
"My turn." His hands spread his ass, gasping when that hard cock again takes hold of his insides. Now it's different; now the devil will fill him with his semen to keep him under his control. The thrusts are forceful, hands holding him open, being pulled onto the other's cock as he pushes forward, maintaining a fast, deep rhythm.
Tine was clinging to the wall, his face almost colliding with it, and he rolled his eyes, moaning, again getting hard.
"Don't you dare come." the demon demands with his dark voice, and Tine nods, rubbing his ass on the powerful hard cock that was taking him. The other's arms close around his waist, placing his forehead on the back of Tine's neck, and pushing hard, growling his climax, filling Tine with his cum as he grabs the base of Tine's cock so that he doesn't come until he finishes. The demon keeps attacking, Tine feeling full, groaning, the other's semen spilling down his legs without stopping.
The other falls to his knees, turning Tine over, again swallowing his cock, but Tine doesn't need much stimulation; his body was already overwhelmed, and he starts to come, his head leaning against the wall, his vision gets dark, all his being trembling.
The demon licks his pelvis, collecting his sweat, feeding on the liquid of his pleasure, and slowly rises until it reaches Tine's lips, sticking his tongue into his mouth, which Tine bites, moaning when the other's blood fills his senses. He closes his fangs hard, gripping the other's wet muscle, swallowing the blood. However, a hand clenches his jaw hard; he abandons what he was doing, the black eyes of the demon as dark as the abyss that was Tine's life in all those centuries that he had been walking the earth until this evil creature found him, making a pact with him; the Incubus would feed off his body, and he would feed Tine his blood, making him the most powerful vampire in the world.
The demon Sarawat gently kisses his lips, then licks them and, with a smile, releases Tine, who slides until he is sitting on the floor, the semen inside him spilling.
"Dear, I'll visit you when I'm hungry."
They were the same words the other one said to him after fucking him until Tine couldn't hold it.
"Fucker." Tine whispers when he watches him disappear, trying to breathe, his body aching and tired, something that he for so many years did not feel until the Incubus penetrated him for the first time.
Tine never understood how this worked because his body did not respond to anyone else, not other vampires and never humans.
Besides that, the bastard Sarawat locked him in that castle now ninety years have gone by because the demon thought that Tine tried to escape from him as if the other can't find him.
Tine could no longer live without him, without his touch, without his body, without his blood, he could never survive in a world that had changed so much without Sarawat, and although the demon did not know it, he was the closest thing that made him feel alive, as humans call it, maybe love but that was his secret and Sarawat didn't have to find out.
All he needed in his life was the Incubus.