Chapter 6 Vyslan
Suggested Listening: That’s What I Want by Lil Nas X
T he golden boy vamp slams into me. The armchair topples backward and we go tumbling across the carpet into the open space between the seating area and Gracie’s bed. Ezra goes rolling, but with the way his arms are locked around me, I’m dragged with him. The sheer power in his arms is staggering. And thrilling.
We roll like that until I settle on top of him. But only for a fraction of a moment. The witchweed helps keep my body limber and almost liquid as Ezra rolls us and I’m treated to the glorious revelation that this vampire is quite possibly as strong or stronger than I am. That’s stronger than any vamp I’ve run across. And that’s saying something when most of the ancient vampires have moved to my realm to await their fabled Vampire King.
“Ezra! Goddess. Stop!” Gracie shrieks.
Thankfully, Ezra doesn’t hear her because he’s too busy doing something with his foot that twists my hips one way while the forearm braced on my shoulders keeps my back flat to the ground.
Huh.
Crafty little fucker.
He’s not just strong , he has the scrappy know-how to use his strength without leaning into his ability to overpower me with brawn alone. Smart and stunning. Ezra is the whole package.
I throw out my left hand toward Gracie as Ezra leans in. His fangs have fully extended and his baby blue eyes are completely swallowed by darkness. This probably looks pretty fucking scary to anyone else. Meanwhile, I’m struggling to not bust a nut.
“It’s fine. I did this,” I manage to get out.
Gracie has extracted herself from the sofa, but stands far away from us. I think she’s forgotten she’s a powerful witch in her own right for the moment.
I try shifting just to confirm that Ezra has skillfully pinned me. I could break free. I’m ancient compared to him and I’ve fought more battles to the death than the number of days he’s been alive. But there isn’t a hint of bloodlust coming from him. He might be taking this seriously, but he hasn’t forgotten that this is all foreplay. The only thing I’m getting from him is pure, sweet lust.
I grin up at him because I can’t fucking help it. There’s just something so damn sexy about a partner that can overpower you and chooses not to. “Is this what you wanted? To get a demon under you?”
Shifting my hips, I grind into his thigh and feel the shudder rock his body. Almost as quickly he maneuvers me, so I’ve got even less range of motion. Whatever he’s doing with my knee and hips is brilliant. I can’t fucking move unless I use my tail or magic, and that feels like cheating.
“Are… Are you sure?” Gracie asks.
“Ezra, are you familiar with the traffic light system?” I ask.
Even in this state the vamps ears tinge pink. He blinks a few times, and the blackness recedes from his eyes. “Green go. Yellow slow down. Red full stop. Are you in charge or am I, brat? What’s your color?”
My jaw drops and my cold, dead heart flutters to life. I think I just fell in love.
It might be foolish to entertain any fondness for these two. I’ve been toyed with and abandoned enough times in my very long existence to shore up my defenses. Yet there’s something so earnest and open about Ezra that allows him to slip past it all and breathe onto that ember of hope.
What’s a little heartbreak when I have all eternity to get over it?
His hand comes to rest on my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat is implied.
I tip my chin up a little more so he has better access as I stare into his baby blue eyes and say, “Green.”
I bring my right army up and ram my elbow down over his arms. His hands have nothing to grab hold of since I’m not wearing clothing. I shove him hard enough he’s thrown up onto his knees then topples backward.
I lunge after him.
Every move I make he watches. His attention is wholly on me. And he’s starting to smile. It’s just a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. But it’s there. And it’s gorgeous.
My heavier body lands on top of him and for a brief moment, he freezes. From his blushing to the awkwardness, I’d be shocked if he’s fucked more than one or two men before. Hell, this might be the first time.
Shit.
What if he hasn’t been with anyone since transitioning?
Oh, I am going to rock this sexy little bloodsucker’s life. I don’t actually want to come out on top, but I don’t want to make this easy for him, either.
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I squeeze enough for his human instincts to have him gasping for breath and forgetting he’s a fucking vampire. His eyes bulge and his lips spasm. Leaning over him, I slant my lips over his in a sloppy kiss and shove my tongue in his mouth. There’s no finesse to it and he jolts with shock, but a little flick of his tongue on mine and everything shifts.
He chooses to kiss me over breathing.
Ezra tilts his head right then left while I fuck his mouth. I’m not even careful of his fangs. Our lips grow slippery with my blood as he sucks, his cheeks sinking in.
I can tell when he gets a hit of my witchweed-heat blood. I probably should have mentioned that aspect, but it’s not like this was planned. He’s going to be high as fuck tonight. And maybe by human thinking that means we shouldn’t do this. The way I see it, we all knew what would happen before the witchweed was brought into play. This is what each of us chose.
Ezra plants his hands on my shoulders and shoves. With his actual strength. Not the toned-down version. I doubt he even understands how strong he really is yet.
I fly up off him. My heart races and I know I’m grinning something crazy, but I can’t help it.
Either by accident or design, I don’t fall on the floor. No, I bounce on the bed.
From one blink to the next, Ezra is standing between my spread knees. The blanket is more tangled around me than it is serving as clothing and he reaches out, snatching it off me as a drop of blood trickles down his chin.
I’m utterly astonished that his eyes are still blue. There’s more to him. Whatever Gracie has done is remarkable.
That’s when Gracie scoots past us, practically glued to the wall. I can only see her for a moment, but I’m never going to forget that wide-eyed stare of hers. I hear her rummaging around for a moment in the nightstand before something lands on the bed next to me and Gracie is scurrying back to the sofa again. I can see her in the mirror. I just can’t tell what’s in her hand.
I think she chose to play along.
Ezra leans over me, then pauses, his gaze jumping every which way. Like he can’t decide where to look first.
“You got me where you want me.” I fold my arms under my head and grin up at him. “What are you going to do?”
He swallows and glances to the side, as if he could see Gracie behind him.
“Done this before?” I mouth more than whisper.
Ezra shakes his head once.
Oh, the sweet puppy. He’s got all the eagerness and no idea what to do with himself. At least when his brain is engaged.
I crook my finger at him. He leans forward until I can grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down. Ezra sprawls awkwardly over me. There’s no good place for his legs and half-hanging off the bed like this isn’t exactly comfortable. But it does allow me to whisper into his ear. The hand I shove into his shorts is just because I like to touch dicks. The skin is just different. Delicate and not.
“That turn you on or naw?” I mutter.
“ Yes ,” he hisses.
I tug at him absently. Not enough to do anything other than tease.
“Here’s the thing, Ezra. I like a dirty, hard fuck when I’m with a man. Just fucking use me. Do whatever feels good and let go.”
“But… I mean…”
“You wanna fuck me in the ass or start off face-fucking? I’m going to be honest, the harder you go, the more I’ll like it.”
He’s freezing up again, so I kiss him until he starts sucking on my ripped tongue like his favorite lollypop.
Vamps are fun once they give into their instincts.
Within moments, his hips shift, seeking more friction. I buck up into him and moan nice and slutty.
We break apart and suck down air that’s thick with Gracie’s arousal. And not the passing kind of arousal when someone is turned on and going about their day. No, this is the raw, rich scent of her pussy. I have to wonder if she grabbed the manual variety of toy, or the battery operated kind.
I’ll find out later. Right now, this puppy deserves all of my attention.
Ezra shoves up to his feet and turns. Or tries to. I tug on his dick and finally get to see it.
The sight makes me grin. I knew he’d be more than decently sized, thanks to those silky shorts he was wearing. Suck a dick-tease. But the hot rod of flesh in my hands is much longer. Looks like the vamp is a grower. Happy fucking life to me.
Reaching up, I hook my nails into his shirt. He tenses and sucks in a breath, our eyes locking. Then I pull my hands down, slowly shredding his shirt and leaving long, red lines over his chest that barely break the surface and allow little drops of blood to collect across his chest.
Given his general vibe, I hadn’t expected such a network of scars. And not the variety given by a vamp. They’re faded and old. Damage this extensive must have hurt. I can’t help but wonder, what trauma did he survive to leave him this scared? I have the immediate desire to kill whoever put their hands on this pure soul. Despite everything he’s seen and what’s happened to him, he hasn’t lost sight of who he is.
Ezra’s hand slams down on my wrist, breaking my hold. “Someone thinks they’re in charge. Am I going to have to tie you up?”
“Oh, I think I just came.” My eyes roll back up in my head. “I wish you could. Maybe for round two?”
That would require a trip home for the proper restraints. And some other fun toys. I might have been celibate, but that just meant I’ve had time to research and collect a lot of things that interest me.
He fists my cock and I moan. “Oh, hell’s bells. You know the last person who touched my cock had their hands fashioned into a doorknocker?”
Ezra’s grip tightens until he’s practically choking my cock. “Bad boys get punished. Good boys get orgasms. What’s it going to be?”
I hook my heels around the back of his calves. “Fuck me, golden boy. Fuck me hard.”
He leans over me, his other hand going to my throat as he slowly pumps my cock with his vampire vise grip. My skin flushes purple, and the ache throbs all throughout my pelvis. It’s torture and bliss and all I want are his teeth in my neck.
“It’s Daddy,” Ezra says in the most perfect stone-cold vampire tone I’ve ever heard. It’s so chilling I shudder and curve my toes into his calf.
His eyes go wide. Almost as if he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a very, very good boy.”
“I can’t believe I just said that,” he mutters.
I reach up and grab his hair, fisting it for a moment as I give him a little shake. This one is worth a little mentoring. “Want me to turn the self-doubt off? Because that was hot as fuck.”
His eyes flash with self-doubt. “Yeah. Please?”
I inhale and tighten my core muscles. As I exhale, my breath is laced with what humans would call a toxin. It reduces inhibitions and heightens sensations, but in a targeted way. He shakes his head a little and blinks as his shoulders creep down from around his ears. He strokes my cock almost absently as he stares at me with eyes gone totally dark.
Incubi for ages have simply called it lust breath . Super original. But it works. In Ezra’s case, he just needs to put the doubts behind him and do what feels good.
“What did you do?” Gracie asks.
I keep my eyes on my vampire. This one I might want to keep, though that’s probably the throes of my lust talking. Gracie called it a heat, like I’m some animal driven by need. Such a convenient word, heat . I’m stealing it. “Dose of lust. Makes the performance anxiety go away.”
Ezra reaches up and presses his fingers to my mouth. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
I part my lips and suck his fingers into my mouth as he continues to toy with me. After a decade of not being touched, this is bliss.
Soft music begins playing in the background. Low, pulsing tones that make me think of rhythmic fucking.
I shift my hips, thrusting into his grip in time with the music.
Ezra nods at my dick in his hand. “Too tight? You can answer.”
“No,” I answer when he removes his fingers from my mouth.
“What is it? You look uncomfortable.”
“The heat. It’s… It doesn’t feel good.” Excruciating is more like it. The longer I go without release, the more it feels as if my skin is being slowly shredded from my body. But I enjoy a certain amount of pain.
Ezra grabs the bottle Gracie threw our way before running off and straightens. The struggle to remain aware and present is almost too much. The reason I got a professional was, so I didn’t have to guide my partner as much. But I think Ezra is worth it. His vampire side has a natural dominant streak and the predator in him will totally get off on helpless old me. But he’s too young to play mind games or attempt to manipulate me in a power play. This moment is so earnest and pure. It’s the stuff of day dreams.
It’s okay if I let go and live in the fantasy, isn’t it?
Ezra squirts what I think is lube on his palm, then grabs my dick. He squeezes so hard my eyes cross and my spine arches. It’s almost torture. But then he moves, stroking me with fast, purposeful motions that have my eyes crossing.
“Daddy. Daddy!” I toss my head back and scream, “Daddy!”
Ezra doesn’t stop his pleasurable assault. The way his gaze bores into mine, it suddenly feels like I’ve been stripped bare. And not of clothes. Who gives a fuck about clothing when you’re an incubus? No, this is like I’ve been stripped down to the elements of my soul. The essence of my being. And he can’t look away.
I dig my heels into his calves as my eyes cross. That’s when his mouth slams against mine. There’s this brilliant flare of white-hot pain that makes my balls draw up. His fangs are shredding my lips as we kiss. It’s brutal and violent and exactly what I wanted. I lift my hips and pull him down almost so he’s lying on top of me. Even with our bodies sandwiched together, his hand doesn’t break rhythm. I make animalistic noises into the kiss as my first sweet release hits. My hips jerk back and forth. The bed squeaks under me and my vision blurs. I moan, and it feels good, but it hurt, too.
But it’s not a relief. It’s not even close. If anything, the need is worse.
Ezra pushes up and examines his hand splattered with my cum while his other hand swipes his thumb over my lips, smearing the blood around.
A whimper bubbles up out of my throat. My skin itches and feels too tight. My cock aches. I need more . And that need is only heightened by the witchweed and lust in the air.
I hear it then. An almost imperceptible buzzing sound. I can’t help but grin through the need at our girl getting in on the fun, too.
Not going to think too hard about where my head is at. Things get weird during periods of heightened need. Emotions come into play where it’s just a biological necessity. I’m not embarrassed by my mental ramblings and curiosity. They’re all simply opportunities to explore. We haven’t promised each other anything more than pleasure here and now.
I gasp for breath, though it feels like my lungs are on fire now with the need to fill the room with lust so I get fucked in every way possible. “I need more. Daddy.”
Ezra looks me straight in the eyes, then licks my cum from his fingers and says, “I’ve got you.”
It’s the confident way he says it, like he’ll never let me down that unknots something in my gut. He’s practically a baby, yet there’s an age and wisdom behind his kind eyes that tells me he knows the horrors of this world. And he still chooses to walk in the light.
My spine arches and I come again. Just a little spurt this time that amps up the need.
He grabs the lube and squirts more in his hand before leaning back over me. If I ever find out who put those scars on him, they’ll curse the day they were conceived. I’ll make their life a living hell.
Ezra hooks my left leg over his arm in a move that honestly surprises me. He spoke earlier as if he hasn’t done this before. With a face and a body like that, he’s no doubt had plenty of offers. I’m guessing he’s watched plenty of porn and has a list of things to try. That seems typical and in line with the gentle brush of his fingers up my ass. He’s so polite.
“Just fuck me already. If it hurts, I’ll like it more. Please? I’m not above begging.” And the witchweed. Fuck. My limbs are practically liquid.
The pretty vampire shoves fingers up my ass and I gasp while my eyes cross and I feel yet more cum on my chest this time.
“Is… Uh…” Ezra clears his throat.
“Look, mate, it’s an incubus thing. Call it a heat, like Gracie said. I’m going to cum so much I’ll be buying new bedding and maybe a new mattress. Just, please, please, please, fuck me already?”
He snorts and stretches me even more. “You like being a brat.”
“You have no idea.” Yet.
And then I feel it. His cock.
Ezra doesn’t give me time to adjust. He simply lines himself up, giving me only the lube that was on his fingers and thrusts. My thigh constricts to the point I practically lift myself using his arm, holding my leg out of the way, which only pulls him closer. We both groan as my body wakes up to the first real taste of what it’s craving. Pleasure and pain all mixed together.
“Fuck. Yes,” I hiss. “Pull my tail.”
“What?”
I flick my tail toward him, causing it to wrap around him as the end slaps the back of his thigh. “Pull my tail!”
Ezra thrusts and tugs. Not hard. He’s got a gentle nature. But—oh, Hades—I feel it all the way up into my horns. And it feels good . Like a hair pull, but better. Deeper. And more satisfying.
An incubus is somewhat sustained by sex. Being celibate for so long makes this only sweeter. And now I want to gorge myself.
Ezra grips the bedding and thrusts. We both groan and I think I come yet again. Each moment is bleeding into the next. The only constant is Ezra’s unwavering attention focused on me. He’s seeing all those dark, private corners I don’t share with anyone else. I don’t know how, but this vampire gets me. His hips slap against my thighs hard enough it shakes the bed. He’s unrelenting.
“Touch yourself,” he snarls.
I fist my cock, pumping furiously while it feels as if I roll from one orgasm into the next. Ezra is my stormy sea and I am the boat at his mercy. He shoves his hand under my other thigh and braces it on the bed, trapping me in such a vulnerable position. But all I do is fist the comforter and throw my head back as he somehow reaches a deeper part of my body. And sprinkled between his thrusts are tugs on my tail that have me coming undone.
That’s when he strikes.
My eyes are closed and I’m balanced on this tightrope of pleasure and pain. Being fucked without a lot of lube isn’t for everyone. I have no doubt that were I human, he might damage me somehow. But an incubus is built for this. I’m built for this. So when his fangs rip into my neck, I come so hard I know I pass out. I know I’m so fucking fucked. Because I thought this was a fun time. Mess around with two other worlders, get my jollies, and hopefully leave them with a deeper connection to each other. But there’s a massive me-shaped problem now.
I think I want to keep the vamp. And if I don’t get to taste Gracie’s pussy, I might have an incubus temper tantrum.
A hand stroking my too-sensitive dick is what rouses me from the momentary darkness. I whimper and curl in on myself, as if I can escape the vamp with his teeth still in my neck. He gets the message and slides his hand up to cradle my cheek. He’s not even sucking my blood. We’re just laying here, his cock in my ass and his teeth in my neck, and it feels pretty nice. Maybe not something I’d do every day, but regularly. If that’s the case, I’d be around if Ezra needed back-up. I could look out for him and Gracie.
For the first time since this interlude began, I slide my hands over Ezra’s skin. I feel the scars on his back as I hug him to me. I just hope that when the lust and witchweed clears, this isn’t left as a massive mistake for him. Because this Puppy Daddy and I could have a lot of fun together.