it hurt?”
“I can’t tell, sweet. It is different for everyone. I do have a theory that desire for it makes the transition easier. That you want me will help.” It was one reason Lucien didn’t turn people against their will. Not since Michael. That had been…unpleasant for both of them, the man’s religion leading him to kill himself.
“Have…you done this a lot?”
“No. No, and I would prefer to not do it again. I…I do not wish to live my life alone, and being with a lover who grows frail and dies while I remain as I am is very painful. I would rather leave you than feel you slowly slipping away from me.”
He brought their mouths together again, seeking to soothe and ease Kieran with his kisses, his touches. As Kieran rocked and slipped against him, Kieran’s flagging cock began to fill again.
Murmuring softly, Lucien slid a hand out to touch Kieran’s prick. “You see? Your body knows what it wants. Listen to it, Kieran. Do not let your fear of the unknown stop you from taking this, from sharing it with me.” Sliding his mouth over Kiernan’s neck, Lucien let his teeth threaten, knowing how Kieran’s body responded so positively to that stimuli. Kieran moaned, chin lifting, throat offered to him.
Lucien licked, tongue sliding along the warm skin until he found Kieran’s pulse point. With a growl, he bit, teeth sinking in and lips wrapping tight so he didn’t lose a single drop of Kieran’s blood. So sweet, so good, filling his mouth and his belly, making his body fly.
“Lucien!” Kieran went perfectly still, the cry ringing out and echoing through the room.
He took just a bit more and then loosened his hold on Kieran’s neck, tongue lapping at the drops until they stopped. “You love it, Kieran. I can tell.”
“Yes.” Kieran whimpered, hands just beginning to lose their strength.
“Will you drink from me? Will you spend the rest of time with me?” Lucien lapped again at Kieran’s neck, the sweet flavor as addictive as he’d said. He would love to be able to feast upon Kieran for always.
“You would want me? Honestly?”
“Kieran, do you think I would have told you, would have asked you, if I didn’t honestly want you to join me?”
“That all depends if you’re crazy or telling the truth, I suppose.” Kieran shuddered. “What if I can’t drink from you?”
Bringing his own wrist to his mouth, Lucien opened the vein and held his arm out to Kieran. “That’s for you to decide. But know this. I want to spend eternity with you. I want you to join me. What do you want?”
“I…I don’t…” Kieran shuddered, tongue sliding over Lucien’s wound, lips fastening over his skin.
Lucien’s groan came from deep inside him, It had been so long since someone had fed from him. “Take as much as you can, Kieran. The more you take, the stronger the bond, the easier the transition.” His free hand slid over Kieran’s neck and down the long spine.
Kieran whimpered and feed from him, pulling and sucking, drawing the life directly from him. So strong, Kieran drank so deeply from him. Lucien had known— known —that Kieran was a good choice.
He held on tight, feeling himself begin to get lightheaded. He held on though, needing to remain strong for Kieran. “That’s it, my sweet Kieran. So good.” Leaning in, he wrapped his lips around Kieran’s neck again and pulled Kieran’s blood up to the surface and into his mouth. Already he could taste the tiny changes in Kieran’s body. Lucien sucked slowly, letting Kieran get as much of his blood as possible. Then Lucien drained Kieran enough that he would pass out so the change could work on him.
Finally, Kieran’s lips left his arm, his fine body limp and heavy against Lucien.
Lucien was weak himself, Kieran’s blood not enough to replace what was stolen, not yet anyway, but he managed to lay Kieran out on the pillows before he stood and moved carefully until he reached a wall. From there, he circled the apartment,
“I can’t tell, sweet. It is different for everyone. I do have a theory that desire for it makes the transition easier. That you want me will help.” It was one reason Lucien didn’t turn people against their will. Not since Michael. That had been…unpleasant for both of them, the man’s religion leading him to kill himself.
“Have…you done this a lot?”
“No. No, and I would prefer to not do it again. I…I do not wish to live my life alone, and being with a lover who grows frail and dies while I remain as I am is very painful. I would rather leave you than feel you slowly slipping away from me.”
He brought their mouths together again, seeking to soothe and ease Kieran with his kisses, his touches. As Kieran rocked and slipped against him, Kieran’s flagging cock began to fill again.
Murmuring softly, Lucien slid a hand out to touch Kieran’s prick. “You see? Your body knows what it wants. Listen to it, Kieran. Do not let your fear of the unknown stop you from taking this, from sharing it with me.” Sliding his mouth over Kiernan’s neck, Lucien let his teeth threaten, knowing how Kieran’s body responded so positively to that stimuli. Kieran moaned, chin lifting, throat offered to him.
Lucien licked, tongue sliding along the warm skin until he found Kieran’s pulse point. With a growl, he bit, teeth sinking in and lips wrapping tight so he didn’t lose a single drop of Kieran’s blood. So sweet, so good, filling his mouth and his belly, making his body fly.
“Lucien!” Kieran went perfectly still, the cry ringing out and echoing through the room.
He took just a bit more and then loosened his hold on Kieran’s neck, tongue lapping at the drops until they stopped. “You love it, Kieran. I can tell.”
“Yes.” Kieran whimpered, hands just beginning to lose their strength.
“Will you drink from me? Will you spend the rest of time with me?” Lucien lapped again at Kieran’s neck, the sweet flavor as addictive as he’d said. He would love to be able to feast upon Kieran for always.
“You would want me? Honestly?”
“Kieran, do you think I would have told you, would have asked you, if I didn’t honestly want you to join me?”
“That all depends if you’re crazy or telling the truth, I suppose.” Kieran shuddered. “What if I can’t drink from you?”
Bringing his own wrist to his mouth, Lucien opened the vein and held his arm out to Kieran. “That’s for you to decide. But know this. I want to spend eternity with you. I want you to join me. What do you want?”
“I…I don’t…” Kieran shuddered, tongue sliding over Lucien’s wound, lips fastening over his skin.
Lucien’s groan came from deep inside him, It had been so long since someone had fed from him. “Take as much as you can, Kieran. The more you take, the stronger the bond, the easier the transition.” His free hand slid over Kieran’s neck and down the long spine.
Kieran whimpered and feed from him, pulling and sucking, drawing the life directly from him. So strong, Kieran drank so deeply from him. Lucien had known— known —that Kieran was a good choice.
He held on tight, feeling himself begin to get lightheaded. He held on though, needing to remain strong for Kieran. “That’s it, my sweet Kieran. So good.” Leaning in, he wrapped his lips around Kieran’s neck again and pulled Kieran’s blood up to the surface and into his mouth. Already he could taste the tiny changes in Kieran’s body. Lucien sucked slowly, letting Kieran get as much of his blood as possible. Then Lucien drained Kieran enough that he would pass out so the change could work on him.
Finally, Kieran’s lips left his arm, his fine body limp and heavy against Lucien.
Lucien was weak himself, Kieran’s blood not enough to replace what was stolen, not yet anyway, but he managed to lay Kieran out on the pillows before he stood and moved carefully until he reached a wall. From there, he circled the apartment,
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