Portrait of a Nobleman with Fruit 🍎
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“It’s too late to change your mind now,” Istok said. His voice was pure velvet.
Ewan swallowed hard, keenly aware of the blood now pounding in their neck, driving the chemicals of pure arousal thundering across every inch of their body.
Istok ran a cold finger up Ewan’s exposed shoulder, tracing the carotid artery and savoring the warmth he would never feel again in his unlife.
“I’m ready,” was what Ewan tried to say, but the only sound that escaped their mouth was a hoarse whimper, a sound of pure supplication.
Istok grinned, and in the fire-light of the bedroom his monstrous fangs stood out against the dark walls. His mouth opened wider and wider, inching closer to Ewan’s neck as that ice-cold finger became a forceful grip around their nape.
The anticipation stretched to forever. Ewan was held in place by magic, by lust, and by the supernatural strength of Istok’s hand. Istok took his time, this would be the first he had fed in an age. There was pride in his deliberate approach. This human was more than food, they had managed to breathe life into Istok’s long-dead heart. And yet, when the vampire’s fangs first touched that taught skin, all of those beautiful thoughts were burnt away by hunger. The puncture reverberated in Istok’s skull, sending him into a state of pure carnal delight. Blood was in his mouth now, metal and thick and so very hot. Hotter than Istok could remember. It was ambrosial as it coated his tongue and spilled down his throat. Like a powerful liquor it burned and intoxicated him more and more. He could hear, miles away, the gasping of his victim, but it was drowned out by the sanguine music of the spheres.
Ewan could feel their life force flowing out of them. It was a terrifying sensation, but somehow pleasant. They felt the cold lips of their lover slowly warming against their neck. The room dimmed to black at the edges of Ewan’s vision. Fantastic thoughts began to play across their mind. Impossible to hold on to, they showed Ewan and Istok in passionate embrace, ever twisting into new positions and settings. If this was dying, then Ewan was at peace. The room faded to black.
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