Blood is Life

Ok… let’s start with the basics. My name is Demetri, I am 20 years old, and fairly good looking. Not that anyone I am interested in is interested in me. And recently, I moved into an ancient looking house with my mother. My father died recently, and having dealt with all the trauma accompanying that, she decided it was time for a fresh start. Whatever the fuck that meant. We pull up to a house that looked as if it shouldn’t be standing much less owned by anybody. Apparently, this run-down palace belonged to some non-important ancestor of my father’s and had been in the family for hundreds of years, however he’s never mentioned it before. Walking through the large, wooden, creaking door revealed a grand hall of the likes I have never seen. In its day, however many hundred years ago that was, this place would have been fit for a Queen. But today, it was barely even fit enough for anyone, much less a real estate agent and her sexually deprived son. Oh yes, I am also a virgin and a major nerd for the occult.

Strolling through this barren and forsaken house, I feel something. Something tugging at me dully. Without thinking, I follow this strange feeling throughout the house in circles, and for what feels like hours. I end up in an attic at the farthest back corner of the place. Dust seemed to be the only thing in the room. That, and a strange wooden box. With metal around the edges and weirdly opened. The lock seemed to be pried off somehow. Though there was not any crowbar or hammer of any sort in sight. Only dust. Looking in the box, the only thing inside it was an old book, covered in dust and old enough to have disintegrated into nothing, yet it held. Opening the book, I found strange symbols of some unknown language. Unknown to me but unlike anything I have ever seen before. Flipping through the incomprehensible pages I found a map. A map of… these grounds! I don’t know why I was surprised but the fact that anyone thought to make a map of this place was beyond me. The only understandable reason would be to map out the seemingly endless criss-crossing passages of the inside of the manor. Yet it was only of the grounds surrounding. I looked at the map hoping to find some sort of exciting nook or hideaway I could find but all there was was a maze of a garden and behind it... a cemetery. That was sort of exciting, with the hope there would be something to liven this dull existence. I decide I would go to it. It only felt right. Felt right. That was weird. I had a strange urge to go to that cemetery. Like something was pulling me there.

That night, in the endless dark, I decided to grab a flashlight and go exploring. I carried the book in hand to help me find may way through the expansive grounds and to the graveyard. Stumbling away from the grounds and into the cemetery I felt something. Similar to what led to finding the book. I followed it, ignoring whatever instincts I had that this might be wrong. I found myself at a large crypt with black metal gates that looked untouched sine the day they were first closed probably hundreds of years ago. I pushed my way through the loud creaking metal gates and found a single large coffin. That was stranger; with the size of this crypt, I expected there to at least be twenty or so coffins in here. I opened the heavy-set lid and found a man of immense beauty and a grim, hard look on his face. Of course, if I had been dead for hundreds of years and still composed without having decayed past a few days I would have a grim look on my face too. Still composed. This man was still composed. Nothing but cracked porcelain skin that hinted at any sign of decay. Suddenly, his eyes opened and revealed red, burning eyes. Brighter than any I had ever seen before. Feed. It was like a thought that was put into my head. Feed. Without thinking my hand went automatically to the lips of the red glowing-eyed man and he bit down into me, filling me with pain, but also… pleasure. Feed.

‘Yes, my lord’, the words came out of my mouth as automatically as if I had been saying them my whole life. The pleasure of his bite exceeded the pain and I instinctively let out a low moan. My dick dripped slightly, and I noticed the wet spot forming around it. Mine! The feeding slowed to a stop, and he began to rise out of the coffin. I felt strangely, unfulfilled. I felt empty knowing I was not feeding him. I wanted to give him life. Wanted him to use me.

The man that rose out of the coffin was not the same man I saw on my arrival. The beauty and strength of this man seemed to have multiplied a hundred-fold. Lively tan-brown skin replaced the cracked porcelain skin and his eyes glowing redder than ever, with slight hues of orange and yellow at the pupils that made me want to keep looking into them until the world froze over and there was nothing but desolate waste covering it. I suddenly realized he was naked, with rippling muscles and dark coarse hair covering all the sculpted landscapes of his body. Everything looked carved, even the immense appendage that swung between his legs. Not even all the copious amounts of porn I watched could compare to this… stallion of a man. Hair flowed to the shoulders, framing a hard face, with pink lips dominating his face. He smiled a devilish grin revealing what appeared to be a full row of razor-sharp teeth. Gorgeous. He was utterly and effortlessly gorgeous.

‘Undress, bend, my pet.’, a completely foreign and seductive voice made me understand the entirety of what he wanted and without a second thought I stripped every last bit of clothing and bent over the coffin, now obviously empty. Within seconds I felt a warm, thick tongue violating and pushing into my unused hole. He was just at the entrance yet the force he used told of a man in need. A man who desired to be inside me. With a harder push, his thick tongue entered my hole, releasing a deep moan from the depths of my throat. He continued to lick my hole in a frenzied manner. His tongue inching deeper and deeper inside me as he opened me up, and wet, my tight hole. Moaning, I felt pleasure unlike I had ever known. Senseless thinking made me think that was as far as his tongue would go. But alas, and to my extreme pleasure, his tongue went further, now touching my unused prostate. He massaged it with his thick, long tongue, and on noticing my immense, body writhing pleasure, he let out a long, deep, guttural moan as if he had been wanting to do this for centuries. Slowly, he slid his tongue out of my hole and sank his teeth deep into my butt cheek, drawing blood but also releasing something inside me that made my pleasure unbearable, I had to have him inside me. Needed him inside me. As if he had read my mind, he rose from behind me and rested his body against mine, a thick bulbous head of a cock at the entrance of my hole. His heaving, muscular chest on my back. And he whispered into my ear, just loud enough for me to hear ‘Mine!’. His thick, bulbous head at the entrance of my hole started to push through. With a moan from me at the welcomed intrusion, the thick head of his cock was now inside me. How was that possible? I never had anything inside me, and my Lord’s cock was thicker than anything I have seen before. Slowly, concentrating, he pushed his way inside me. It was so large I almost felt like my stomach was bulging and he was not even halfway in. The pleasure in me kept growing until I felt my cock explode hard. Thick, long lines of cum painted the ancient coffin. But that did not hinder the pleasure, if anything, I was more sensitive now, but he kept pushing. His cock massaging my prostate sent quivers down my legs, but there was not a chance of me falling off his cock as his thick muscled arm gripped me around the waist to hold me up. He was not all the way in, but he started to slowly pump his thick long cock in and out of me, pushing further and further until I felt the entirety of his pubes, and his body, on me. With this immense sizeable cock inside me it felt like it was the only thing inside me. He was pumping that long shaft into me now at steady, controlled pulses. Forcing out moans from me that I had not even realized I could make. The entire weight of my body was now being held up by him, as if being used as a fucktoy. The pleasure was more immense than I could have imagined, with each of his strokes met by lines of precum dripping out of my cock. Precum I would not have thought possible given the copious amounts of cum now dried on the coffin. Dried?! How long was I here? I had no time to comprehend it as my master began pumping his cock into me at a faster rate. Almost pounding me into submission. Submission? I was basically already his.

The wide chamber of the crypt now echoed with the sound of his skin and balls slapping against my ass. He continued at this rate until deciding he wanted to play with me, even more so than he already had, and he started to pull his cock all the way out, letting the air he had pumped into me flow out, and then pushing the entire mass into me again. He kept doing this for what seemed like hours. Pulling, and pushing. Pulling, and pushing. Until all I wanted and craved and desired was for him to stay inside me. As if reading my mind, once again (what?), he pushed his dick all the way in and kept it there, with slow, calculated strokes, that sent me into a sexual frenzy. Begging, pleading for him to keep fucking me until time stopped and life blinked out of existence. Reactively, and I knew this would happen, he started to pound my hole again, sending streams of cum out of my cock. Cum long thought to be diminished. His body tightened around me as he flung both arms, one around my shoulders with his hand resting in a choke hold around my neck and the other tight around my waist, and letting his guttural moan grow to almost, if not more than, a roar so loud and beastly. ‘MINE!’ he roared as lips, and teeth, gripped tightly onto my neck pulling blood but also intensifying the experience to a whole other level, and his cock tightened and pulsed within me as he shot out endless streams of thick ropy cum inside me. My cock also burst at that moment, sending more cum to hit the coffin and drip to what now seemed to be a drying puddle of cum on the floor. We stood there for an eternity, with his cock still pulsing slower lines of cum into me, and me dripping still. I realized his teeth were still sunk into me only after he stopped biting and began pulling his flaccid, yet still lengthy, cock out of me. I collapsed on the floor in a heap, unable to stand or move. He took one look at me and flashed that devilishly handsome grin across his face. Oh. My. Fuck! I would let this man do anything to me, be anything to me. All that mattered was the cock that still swung between those legs. I didn’t care if he used me as a blood bag, as long as this never ended. I suddenly realized he was basically glowing, radiating sex. Sex on a stick. Or a dick. Haha.

‘You will recover your strength soon’ the deep seductive voice informed. ‘You are going to be my special prize, for being locked in this vile place for 5230 years. By your family nonetheless! With enchantments to keep me and my Legion from raising without the taste of your bloodline’ he licked his lips at that.

‘Recover quickly, whence I return, I mean to waste no time in returning to my manor and using your delicious life force to raise my Brothers and finally conquer this cruel world’. Without another word, he kissed me ferociously with those beautiful lips and rose, leaving the crypt, and me lying there in a heap. Slowly, but surely, I recovered and limped my way out of the tomb, to find sunlight just barely rising. What! The! FUCK! This man, his cock, my hole gave a slight twitch at the thought that I will have to be used by these so-called Brothers of his. I had not a care at the repercussions of doing such a thing, only thought of the pleasures I may find. With a grin on my face that spread from cheek to cheek I limped my way back to the manor. Only turning back once to retrieve the book in order to find my way back to the manor. I was filled to the brim with excitement of what may come. As this… was only the beginning, of a life that would turn out to be more cum-filled and hole quivering than I could imagine.