Blood is Life

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Wake. It was like a tingling feeling at the back of my mind. I awoke to complete pitch darkness. I rose from my bed naked as the day I was born and followed the glowing red eyes at the corner of the room. A dim light radiated from the body of a sculpted beautiful man, with a light dusting of coarse hair covering it. I recognized him immediately, even in this light. He was a beast with an absolute beast of a cock.

Feed. Strength. Travel. The words lingered at the back of my mind. And within a second this beast knocked me off my legs and forced my face to where his massive appendage began, halfway down to his knees. As thick as my arm, this devil dick never ceased to amaze me. I wanted it, all of it, all the time. As if it sensed my utter lust, his cock began to thicken, if that was even possible, and harden. Without a second thought I opened my mouth and forced it as far down my throat as it could get without me gagging. My master needed no more encouragement, as he began to force it further and deeper down my throat. I began to gag and choke for breath but to no avail, as He seemed to neither notice nor care. He began fucking my throat, pushing further and deeper into it, not caring that I could not breathe, but then again nor did I, his pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

Minutes later he pushed me off his cock, lifted me up and sank his teeth into me. He wrapped his muscular arms around me to prevent my falling, as I did the same and flung my arms around his neck. The pleasure pulsing threw me from his sunken teeth drove me crazy. As if the urge was not strong enough before, I wanted even more than ever for him to be inside me, fulfilling me with his beastly cock. Almost as suddenly as it began, the sucking stopped, and he pulled his teeth out of me in such a vigorous manner I was sure he ripped a part of my flesh. But that didn’t matter, him stopping meant he was finally going to give me what I desired, what I craved, what I wanted more than life itself. He lifted me into the air like a pillow and threw me onto my bed, face down, and forced my ass into the air. I felt his bulbous cock trying to force its way inside me. He didn’t even bother preparing me, as he spat a thick wad of saliva at the spot where his head met my hole and pushed. In an instant the thick head of his penis was inside me, making me squirm and my legs tremble. He began with slow calculated thrusts, as I predicted, making my once-tight pussy become accustomed to the immense mass of cock he planned on burying inside of me. He began to increase the intensity of his pumping and the deeper he went the harder it was for me to keep myself up. His thick balls were slapping against my ass as he fucked me with the entirety of his cock. His long, thick dick began piston pumping my pussy. Pleasure ensconced every single fiber of my body as I was sent into a trance of pure pleasure. He was completely ontop of me now and staring with that burning red-eyed stare deep into my soul. The only thing that existed was him and I. There was nothing else. Nothing else surrounded us. Only us. I had not a care for any other thing. He lowered his luscious thick lips to my neck and bit into me. Drinking deeply. That was the cherry on top, as I began cumming more vigorously and ferociously than I ever had before. Cum erupted out of me as my entire body roared with pleasure. His muscular body was completely on me now, with him still inside me. I cannot even begin to iterate how little care I had that his thick body was crushing me, because when I finally began to notice my surroundings, I was not in my room anymore!

Gauging my reaction, he opened those beautiful lips and caressed my ears with his foreign accent, to explain, “Your pure blood is the key to all, even teleportation”. I could not care less of course, I had no feeling in my legs after being fucked senseless, thus I could not even move, let alone speak.

I looked around and noticed we were in yet another tomb. This one seemed much older than the one I found Him in. As if reading my thoughts, once again (!), “You will now have the pleasure of being absorbed by my older brother, Voltus, I am Ventrus. Be careful though, while I may be free with the time I provide you, my brother may be more possessive. The Ability he commands will prove that. And this changes nothing, you will only refer to us as ‘Lord’, bloodbags like you deserve no special treatment”. His voice rose in command at that last line, as if it was never up for discussion, but why would I question anything my Master tells me to do? I would burn my hands off if it pleased him. Ability?! I am guessing that Ventrus has the ability to command my mind? But even thinking of that was too confusing, I just wanted to meet this brother. Ventrus began lifting off me, his dick soft yet still incredibly thick, sliding out of me leaving me feeling unfulfilled, as well as lying on the floor like the bloodbag I was. Ventrus opened the only casket in the room, and in one swift motion lifted me up like a sack of potatoes and placed my hand at the lips of the darkened corpse laying within. Even though this one had more crackled porcelain skin than Ventrus when I first found him, I could not help but notice how incredibly gorgeous this man was. His eyes opened at the taste of my blood to reveal golden orbs of almost pure light, his skin melded back together to form a glowing porcelain God of a man with full perfect lips, even more so than his brother’s, and high cheekbones with a rounded yet strong jawline. There seemed to be veins originating from his eyes, running to other parts of his beautiful face. Ventrus let go off my hand and I staggered back to the ground as Voltus rose. The God-like body that rose out of the coffin was also beautifully lined by pulsing veins, but none more so that the third leg that accompanied him. Touching his knees and curving almost sharply to the left was an appendage I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams. The sheer monstrosity of the thing looked like it had a life of its own. The bulbous pink head looked constantly pulsing, along with the veins it was connected to. Drool started forming at the corners of my mouth, I was completely entranced, whatever his Power was it was nothing compared to the power of His monstrous cock. Suddenly I felt a tight slap across my left cheek that brought me out of my daze.

‘So this is the Last Hope of the VanClez bloodline?’ came from an almost entrancing voice of foreign descent. I looked up. ‘Very well, it looks weak Brother, clearly you have been making good use of it’.

Ventrus responded with a wild laugh, ‘Of course Brother, if we are to return to the Nexus and reclaim our throne, we need to make full use of what is required.’

‘Nexus?’ I asked, blatantly confused, ‘What throne? There are no- ‘

‘SILENCE BLOODBAG’, Voltus intoned, which shut me up even though I had more to say. ‘SLEEP DEEPLY WE HAVE MUCH TO DO’

Not as strangely as I had imagined, I began drifting off into a deep sleep, and only felt a muscular body lift me up and place me in what I assumed was a coffin.