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Shadowman (ZonaTea & Vyrania)

Emil was hungry for his little lamb, thankfully by the time he popped by to check on him Aaron was sitting and settled in front of the fire. He had kept it going for him, not that he personally ever needed the heat of it to keep him warm though he could tell. Fire kind of hurt his eyes but it was better than the sun. He could stand it, though only just.

Slipping up behind him quietly, Emil would pull Aaron into his strong chest as he knelt behind him, his face mere inches from him. He couldn't just go around forever and they both knew that. Mostly he was focused on that neck, surely he would see it pulsating soon. He had come to expect those lovely veins to thrash. "Enjoying the heat?" he mused. "It can be cold..don't worry, I'll make sure you're nice and warm" he purred.
 
This time, Emil startled Aaron badly, enough to make him gasp and lurch. And this time, he couldn't relax after his scare as he realized that he was being held against the vampire. The sudden urge to struggle and fight was powerful, but instead Aaron froze in hopes of not inciting the predator. Unfortunately, his heart was pounding, indeed making the pulse in his neck more prominent. "B-but y-you're not warm," Aaron stammered, fright making the words come out before he had a chance to think that saying them wasn't the greatest idea he'd ever had.
 
Oh that pulsation was quite lovely and it made Emil hungry for Aaron. "Not yet" he said. Oh his little lamb had walked right into that one but no matter. Emil could already feel his fangs elongating, and he would slip it right into his little loves neck knowing it would numb him. Aaron always seemed hyper aware but perhaps this time he wouldn't? It was hard to say. Either way, he was pulling that sweet lovely crimson blood out and enjoying the taste as he held him tight pulling mouthful after mouthful. He knew his limits though so after another few he pulled away finally. "Nn..you always taste amazing" he groaned.
 
Aaron heard the fleshy sound of the vampire's fangs extending, though he wasn't familiar enough with it to know what it was until those fangs sank into his neck. He cried out in pain at the sharp stabbing sensation of the bite, now breathing in frightened gasps. The wound and the area around it went numb and his limbs felt leaden, but he could feel his blood rushing, being pulled from him by a creature straight out of Hell. He'd known it would happen again, knew that it was the reason - or one of the reasons - he was here, but that hadn't made him ready for it.

By the time Emil drew his fangs out and spoke, Aaron was trembling like a leaf in his captor's grasp. At times, he could almost pretend Emil wasn't what he was, but this made it impossible. He couldn't fight this. He couldn't run from this. For how long could he survive this creature's obsession? These thoughts spun through his head in mere moments after Emil had spoken.

Aaron said nothing, of course. What did one say to a remark like that?
 
Holding his quivering little sacrifice, Emil did nothing to touch him. He just held him as his flesh warmed and he actually started to return to a normal body temperature. It was too bad that he had to take blood to be able to be almost, normal, but whatever the price. He had his mortality, though, at times, that was certainly more of a curse than anything. "Just rest" he told Aaron. They would be able to do more later, the blood would last a little while. If he had to feed every few hours, he'd just end his own existence. Once a day was just fine.
 
Aaron was fully expecting more, expecting to have his clothes torn off, for this creature to take him again. After all, he was completely at Emil's mercy now, in his home and away from anywhere the sun could interfere. Thus, he was surprised when the vampire only held him. He did indeed feel warmer, surely a result of the stolen blood.

There was no way he could relax while in the grasp of this creature, but after a while of nothing happening, his body could no longer maintain the level of panic without an outlet or constant source of danger. his heart slowly and his shaking stopped, but there was an overwhelming feeling of anticipation. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. It had to happen at some point, despite how badly he didn't want it to.
 
Emil was patient however and the more Aaron relaxed the better. As horny as his thoughts had been he didn't feel hard for some reason. So he kept his arms around his little lamb and just sort of snuggled with him. Different surely, but he felt all over the place that night and...he needed to make up his damn mind about what he was going to do. So while he inwardly struggled, he would give his little lamb a gentle squeeze as the lay there against the warmth of the fire.
 
Aaron had not fallen asleep but he had begun to let his mind wander. His mind was looking for an escape from the fear, and simply being aware of the warmth and ignoring who exactly it was that was holding him was a way to do this. That little squeeze, however, jarred him slightly and made him gasp. HIs heart began to pound for a few seconds, as the slight bit of activity brought with it the fear that this quiet moment was about to change. He swallowed hard, trying to swallow the panic. Maybe if he was calm, the predator would not be incited... But then, why would Emil try to calm him? the only thing that made sense was that the vampire was struggling with his nature and didn't actually want to be the monster he was, but the things he'd said just didn't line up with that at all.

Aaron had to mentally shake himself to stop his thoughts from spinning. He put all of his focus into finding a way to calm himself. Being tense and afraid wouldn't save him if Emil did decide to do more, so it was best to stay calm until the threat was truly immediate. It was all very logical, but the body didn't really operate on logic, so it was taking some convincing.
 
Emil shifted so he could place Aaron on his lap, his crotch pressed right into his little lamb. It felt good to hold him like that and the moment that he noticed that he was getting hard. It wasn't his little lambs fault, there was nothing that he could do about that to make his erection go away. There was enough blood flow that he could possibly get hard. His hips shifted as he rocked against those lovely butt, he wanted to just rip Aaron's clothes off and fuck him raw but at the same time he wanted it to be consensual. It would likely never be, not with the way he had treated him before, raping him as he had.

"Don't be afraid" he purred in his ear. "I won't hurt you..." he told him. "Much"
 
The fear crept back in the moment Aaron felt the vampire's arousal. He became tense and pressed his lips tightly together to try to hold in any sound. However, when Emil began to rock against him, he whimpered. The memories of that night were flashing through his head, and it was impossible to take Emil's suggestion to heart. He was afraid. he was very afraid, and that last stinger only made it worse. Emil could have killed him that night, had hospitalized him. Emil could kill him at any time, and during something like this, surely it would be more likely for him to get carried away and do it by mistake. Beyond that was the pain itself and his base fear of this creature that was holding him prisoner.

Aaron stared at the fire with wide, frightened eyes, trying so hard to ignore that huge, hard cock pressing and rubbing against him through the layers of clothing.
 
A dark chuckle rumbled through Emil, he could tell that Aaron was afraid, he expected it. He kind of liked when he was. "Why don't we make this less painful hm?" he suggested. "You can turn around and get rid of the problem with your mouth" he wanted to feel the warmth of his little lamb's mouth again. It had been far too long and this time he didn't need to push right into that tight hole, as long as he did that it would get him off. he could always grip his lamb by his hair and fuck his mouth nice and hard but that would be if he didn't do a good enough job. "Go on then" he said. He got hard just thinking of those sexy choking sounds.
 
Aaron had no desire to take an active role in his own rape, but the choice seemed obvious. Oh, he knew he could still be hurt this way, but maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad?

Shaking, Aaron started to slowly pull away from Emil's arms in order to turn around to face the vampire. Once he was free, he had an overwhelming urge to run, but reason won out and he stayed there on his knees. He lowered his eyes to Emil's crotch where he could see the bulge. He tried to swallow some of his fear and began to unfasten the other man's pants with trembling fingers. He then shifted onto his hands and knees, paused to try and brace himself, then dropped to his elbows to be close enough.

He was nervous about this for more than one reason; he really didn't know what he was doing. What if Emil wasn't satisfied? Would he become angry? Heart hammering, Aaron leaned in to put his mouth on the heated skin, just his lips first, then he gave an experimental lick.
 
Emil didn't touch Aaron yet as he watched him. What a good little lamb to do what he said and get right into it. He watched him patient for now but he knew eventually it was going to run out. "Suck little lamb" he told him. He didn't want to just be licked the whole time he wanted to feel the heat of his mouth though his tongue was quite a good preview. Putting his hand on Aaron's head he didn't yet push but he would, he would eventually do it as he watched him.
 
Aaron hesitated in obeying the order, trying hard to control his fear and his breathing. Emil's light touch made him flinch, but he proceeded lest his captor's patience ran out. He opened his mouth wide to get it around the large head, already sure he wouldn't be able to take much into his mouth. Still he tried, taking in as much as was comfortable - or as comfortable as it could be in his predicament - and closed his lips, beginning to suck. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see what he was being made to do.

It was quite the challenge not to scrape the shaft with his teeth. He was unpracticed and it was very thick, but God did he try! The worst part was that Aaron knew deep down that he could enjoy this a lot, but the genuine fear for his life and well being stood staunchly in the way.
 
Emil groaned as soon as those hot lips closed around him. "Nn...don't worry about your teeth, just go deeper" he grunted. He wanted to feel Aaron choke around him and pressed his little lamb's head down a bit as he tried to force himself down his lovers throat more. Getting a little bit more in he groaned. He had ot feel it, he had to get all of it into his throat! But, he'd work up to that, there was no way he was going to cum without it. For the most part he wanted him to work so he eased up a little.

"So sexy" he said looking down at him. "Don't close your eyes, look up at me" he said leaning back so it would be easier for Aaron to do so. "I don't care if you glare" he added. Really it didn't matter, he just wanted to see those pretty eyes.
 
Aaron gagged when his head was pushed down and his heart began to race faster. Maybe this wouldn't be an easier way out. He whimpered and pulled back slightly to get a breath, then slid his lips down again. He started to breathe quickly through his nose to try and control his gag reflex, but it wasn't working so well and his body refused to take the large obstruction much deeper. He couldn't make himself do it; he was too afraid.

He did open his eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to look directly at Emil, he looked off to the side of the man before him, but his eyes were at least visible, the fear in them obvious.
 
Emil didn't like that, he would grip Aaron's hair. "LOOK at me" he said. "Don't you take your eyes away" he growled a bit. For good measure he held on and pushed his thick cock deeper down that throat. He didn't care if Aaron gagged on it and he forced him to hold it there for a few seconds before he let go so the poor guy could pull back. He didn't want to suffocate him to death if he had wanted to kill him he would have done it ages ago.

"Don't think I can't just take what I want, you should know that by now" he pointed out.
 
Aaron choked and instinctively began to struggle, not that it was at all effective. When he was released, he drew back, coughing and trying to pull in air. God, he wanted to run, but he couldn't. He knew he couldn't even take much time to get his breath or he would be worse off than he was now. Aaron forced himself to get his mouth back around the thick shaft, and he forced himself to look up at the face of his captor, a face that would surely haunt his nightmares for however long he lived, which could potentially be mere days or even hours. His pretty blue eyes were filled with tears caused by the terror and his choking.
 
Emil smirked showing off his sharp white teeth like a shark as he watched Aaron suck on him. He liked that. He liked watching him do that on his own, unfortunately for his little lamb letting Aaron do the work wasn't going to last forever. "Don't be sad little lamb" he said in almost a mock sweet tone. "It's not even over yet" his voice getting darker as he said that. Honestly he wanted to see what he would do. Would he flee? Would he try and do something before it or would he continue being a good little slut and suck as he was told to? Questions, questions but it all depended.
 
Aaron couldn't take it anymore. He knew it was a bad idea, but no choice he could make would save him. That expression, those words; it was too much. He drew back with a frightened sound and began to crawl backward, at last giving into his primal instinct to flee. He'd tried to cooperate, but he just couldn't do it now.
 
Emil's smirk got quiet dark and for now, he ignored that his pants were down part way. They weren't important. He wouldn't let Aaron get far unfortuantelly before he would lean forwards and grip him hard by the hair. Moving closer to his face he said "Oh, little lamb, you need to be quicker than that" he said in mock concern. "Tell you what" he said letting go. "Go ahead and run but if I catch you, I'm going do to you whatever I wish" he said. "If you can hide for an hour, I'll leave you be for a week, just have to say yes or no" unfortunately the game was rigged.
 
It was wild, animalistic panic that made Aaron run the moment he was released. He scrambled backward then got ot his feet and bolted for the nearest hallway. he had to find a door out! It had to still be daytime! If he could get out into the sun, Emil couldn't reach him! Vision blurred with tears he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, looking for any sign of light, anything that could be a doorway out, even it if was a window. He'd risk hurting himself if it just meant he could get out of here!
 
Most windows were outlined in hard cast iron and even if he could, he'd have to break through that which would take time. There were hidden accesses out, cleverly hidden away and the secrets had died with the family. No staff nor servant had ever known about then. Therefore there was no record, as far as any historian was concerned it was just a normal castle. Emil knew better. He knew which passages to take, which staircases lead up. He knew every single bricks there were in there. Millions of them. He let his laugh purposely bounce off the walls to torment his captive lamb. Aaron was quick, Emil had to give him that. Less like a lamb more like a rabbit.
 
The sound of that haunting laughter only made Aaron run faster, his panic flare. His lungs were burning and his legs protesting, but he wouldn't stop - he couldn't! The place was like a maze and he couldn't understand why the damn front doors were so hard to find!

He came to a room with a large window in it. He yanked the thick curtains off so that sunlight would filter in, and he was dismayed to see that it was late afternoon. There wasn't much daylight left, but it would have to be enough to stall his captor. He then looked around the room and grabbed a heavy chair. With the rushing adrenaline pumping through his veins he was able to lift it, something he normally would not have been able to do, and hurled the chair at the window as hard as he could, hoping it would shatter, hoping it would open up his path to freedom in some capacity. He couldn't think of how he would get away perminently. He just had to get away now! That was all that mattered!
 
The glass made a horribly loud crashing sound allowing more light to filter in, however it finally exposed the strong wrought iron gates going all the way up from the tip of the large window to the floor bolted right into it. It would take a lot to even get out and they were detailed so that not even a small child could fit through them. It illuminated the rather empty room. The chairs that looked like they were gathering dust. Had it been an ormal castle long ago likely would have been a sitting room or a fainting room.

"Only so long...can you make it little lamb before' you're sent to slaughter?" Emil asked, his voice coming form all directions. Poor Aaron. It must made him harder but he rested the urge to touch himself. He was going to have his way with that boy unless the old castle gave way but he doubted it. They made things to last long and those iron decorations weighed at least a ton on their own, practically supporting themselves.
 
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