VAMPIRES FUCK: THE COMING
By
Mina Cartwright
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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PUBLISHED BY:
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Vampires Fuck: The Coming
Copyright © 2012 by Mina Cartwright
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Darkness had swept over the woods, and the coven was beginning its scheduled activity. If it weren’t for the rotation of vampires in and out of the coven, Damon would scarcely be aware of the sun’s revolutions. He spent most of his days—or was it nights?—secluded in his room in the coven, brooding. It wasn’t abnormal for a teenager to brood, and he wondered if he would spend the rest of his life doing it, since he was now eternally 18. It had now been a few months since he had been turned, and almost as long since Leon had fucked him mercilessly in the very room he hid away in. Oddly enough, Leon had not so much as touched him since then.
Occasionally Damon found himself curled on his side, imagining Leon’s touch—a scorching iron on his skin, burning through to his center, where he would dig in and cause every nerve in his body to burst on contact. During these moments, Damon could almost feel the pleasure he had that night. It was a slow, hot magma, covering every helpless inch of his body, until finally something within him erupted in frenzy, exploding outward until he was left trembling on his bed, a sweaty, sticky mess.
One of these moments was taking hold of him tonight, even as the vampires outside his door zipped busily in and out. Now Damon’s stomach called for food—he had only had animal blood these past few months, and while it temporarily satisfied his urge, it was like a human drinking water when they truly wanted a steak. A thick, juicy steak…
Damon’s mind was begrudgingly back to Leon, rage and desire the two main players in this game. While he hated how Leon had turned him (both vampire and gay), he found that the older man was on his mind constantly, and though he all but disappeared in his room for the majority of each day, he still waited for the moment that Leon would beckon him again, cock throbbing, awaiting Damon’s open mouth…
Yearning tremors crawled over Damon’s skin, and he sat up in his bed. He couldn’t wait for Leon to come to him anymore. His body was liable to split from sheer lust. Not bothering to put on a t-shirt, he tentatively turned the handle to his door, walking out. He couldn’t see as a single soul (or absence thereof) skulking around, and felt more confident striding out into the common room. Damon couldn’t pinpoint why he was so afraid—Leon was the leader of the coven, and he was doubtful that anyone would harm him without Leon’s permission. Even so, the fact that every man here was relatively larger, older, and stronger than him was enough intimidation to keep him on his toes. He wondered if Leon had fucked all of them, or just him.
Damon’s stomach fluttered when he imagined Leon’s cock in someone else’s mouth, his fists tightening. Was that jealousy?
He shook it off and turned down the steps, going deeper underground into Leon’s room. Not many vampires took the bold step of even approaching Leon’s room, so Damon knew he was facing likely peril. Still, he couldn’t help but feel that the reason that Leon had kept him to begin with was because there was something about what Leon called his “beauty” that made him valuable.
Standing before the huge iron doorway, Damon was apprehensive. As he reached to knock, he heard a rhythmic thumping coming from behind the door. It was barely audible, but Damon gently pressed his ear against the door, and could hear the echo of what he thought was Leon. His mind raced as he pushed harder against the door.
“Ah… unf… shit. Shit, Marin. Fuck!”
Damon’s wanted to protest, but they caught in his throat.
“More, Leon… more, please… Fuck me… fuck me, Leon…”
Leon grunted and Damon heard his flesh slapping faster against Marin’s—whoever that was. Marin groaned loudly and hissed in return. Damon imagined Leon’s hips pumping back and forth, his cock slipping in and out Marin’s ass as Leon’s fingers dug deep into his hips. Damon bit his lip and bent at the waist, a jolt of electric hunger coursing through him. He leaned closer, hearing the furniture rock back and forth, and Marin’s satisfied cries as Leon thrust into him.
It wasn’t long before Damon had gotten rock-hard himself, and was brushing his fingers against his tent, teasing himself as sweat threatened to form on his brow. The suppression of his arousal was enough to constitute a workout, and despite the frustration that welled in his belly from Leon fucking another man, he was thoroughly enjoying eavesdropping on Leon in such an intimate moment. Damon considered jerking off right at the door, leaving his cum spent against the handle, but pressed harder into the door instead.
This final amount of pressure was enough to ease the door open. Damon scrambled to stand up as he realized it hadn’t been fully closed, but it was too late. The door screeched ajar and Damon tumbled into the room. As he glanced up at Leon, he felt a rush of envy for Marin.
Marin was long and slender—taller than Damon, but not as tall as Leon—with icy blonde hair that cascaded down past his shoulders. His face was delicate and elven—a long, thin nose, slim jaw, and large, full lips—and his mouth was decorated with fangs. Red cheeks signaled the intensity of the sex, and the wrath contorting the beautiful face betrayed what Damon thought was a playful nature. Damon’s eyes then travelled to Leon, whose nails were sunk so deep into Marin’s hips that blood dribbled down the pale legs.