The gays from Nosgoth

The Gays from Nosgoth

Unexpected pleasure by Alea Bondai

Strange dreams disturbed my sleep and let me turn round restless. From time to time I opened my eyes and glared at the window. Staring at the wooden construct forming a dark cross in front of the partly moonlit sky I sighed. But the pressure that seemed to crush my breast refused to leave me. My mind was still confused and the thoughts were twisting and twirling around inside of my head like caught in a whirlwind. Nothing more than fragments, pictures I tried to forget, words and only half-spoken sentences I refused to remember again and again. I rolled on my back and set my attention to the high ceiling. How could this have happened? A question I asked myself for hours now. I've never thought to be ... that kind of men. A strange shiver ran over my skin, half cold and half moistening heat. My heart began to pound again as the feelings and impressions obtained my memory for another time. What he'd done to me... I turned my head beside and felt the blood rising into to my cheeks.

With a light moan I turned over, but lying on the front of my body gave me an unpleasant feeling yet. I was still too upset to enjoy my favorite sleeping-pose. I shuddered at the idea of that bastard sneaking into my private chamber and making use of my "unprotected" backside. Even thinking of this made me turn round hastily and I remained lying on my back again. The thin blanket slid away by the movement and fell to the carpet beside, leaving my naked body uncovered on the wide bed. The soft moonlight touched the pale skin of my legs. These long and muscular legs, my two-toed feet and the somewhat bony and small hips. I get up on my elbows, bowing the head and remaining with a long, almost staring look at my abdomen. How the strong muscles of my flat tummy swelled up and hardened, creating a remarkable sight. The black pubic hair, quite not that wild-growing as usual for a men. The warm and soft flesh of my circumcised penis lying on the pelvis. The almost hairless but big balls beneath...

I closed my eyes the moment these unwanted memories overran my mind again. How this young slave entered my room, an earthenware pitcher in his hands. I never noticed the way he usually looked at me. But this fatal morning it was the first time he saw me naked........

As usual he bowed in front of me, then filling a cup with this red liquid - the only thing that could preserve the life of my kind. The necessity made it delicious for us, and even a newborn fledgeling needs only moments to feel familiar with the light metallic and a bit fatty taste. It's a lie that we love it, we just need it to survive and keep our strength. Unsuspecting about what this son of a bitch had done with the contents I took the vessel and began to drink. The fluid still had traces of warmth that filled me with heat and fresh energy. I was too hungry to notice that strange and light bitter aftertaste. Because my metabolism was different to human stan- dards it took only moments for me to felt that something was badly wrong. The cup slid trough my fingers and bursted on the marble floor. I gripped my head with both hands if I was some- how able to finish the dizzy turn. The cheeky slave jumped forward, catching my swaying body and led me to the large armchair beside the bed. Heat waves rushed trough my veins, I gasped for air and hardly noticed how he sat me down in the heavy furniture. Cotton wool seemed to stuck inside my pointed ears, damping every noise. My blood was getting hot as if it was boiling.

"Don't worry", he said to me, giving me a little, strange smile. "The plant-juice I used can't harm you."

My trembling hand reached out for him, but my weakening fingers weren't able to get him by his throat. "Damn bastard", I whispered in a hoarse tone. "What have you done to me?"

He took my three-fingered hand, laying my palm on his own and studied the quite different anatomy as if he noticed this deviation from his kind for the first time, now. He stroked my fin- gers one by one for a short moment and then lifted his head up again.

"You're so handsome", he muttered and kneeled down beside me.

I tried to force my head out of his range, but the body refused to execute the commands of my mind. I was paralyzed and completely unable to move in any way. His face came really close to mine.

"Raziel...", he said softly, bringing his lips up to my ear, "I love you like no one else in this realm. Your pale skin, your raven black hair, even the yellow color of your eyes..." His fingers moved slowly down my cheek and stopped at my lips. "These soft and smooth lips, you don't know how often I think about tasting them, caressing your mouth with my own and the tip of my tongue."

The slave turned my chin towards himself. "Using a little bit of wolfbane was the only way for me to get in such intimate touch with you." Just a second later he kissed me.

Soft and hot lips spoiled my mouth with tender devotion. A trace of nausea came up from my stomach. I declined even the thought of being kissed by a man and forced my thoughts to mi- nor matters. I wasn't able to escape his pervert desire, so I banned his actions out of my mind. But the touch of his wet and silky tongue sliding between my lips caught my attention back to what he was doing. With his thumb and forefinger the slave loosened the bite of my teeth as he pressed them with growing intensity against the lower jaw. A protesting grunt leaved my mouth as his tongue slid into the oral cavity. He breathed harder and faster whilst he searched for my own tongue to play with. His other hand went down my chest, caressing the nipples, playing with the little tips until they hardened. The sense of his fingertips stroking and sur- rounding them sends unusual emotions trough my mind. A never known excitement began to rose inside of me and I tried to fight this unwanted, puzzling feeling down. I felt his hot body at mine, how he pressed his hips at my thigh. His limb was hard like steel and pulsed with little, greedy twitchings and contractings at my leg.

With a soft moan inside of my mouth he rubbed his erection up and down my thigh, slowly and fulfilled with burning desire. The young men sucked at my tongue and with that he pulled it forward until he was able to lick on it. A strange, warm shiver ran over my skin as he sur- rounded the small tip with his own. An unknown heat began to settle inside my whole body about that unfamiliar experience. 'No, god, no. I'm not gay. That's impossible...' I thought at that moment, refusing to accept the pleasure growing secretly and almost unnoticed from my slightly scared mind. I forcibly hold tight at the wish that my own arising desire was nothing more than a side-effect of the substance he used on me. His mouth separated from mine with a wet, champy noise. A small trace of salvia strung-out between our lips. He looked into my glistering eyes, breathing heavily and with short, trembling gasps.

"You like it. You sweet, pretty bastard, you want this", he moaned, touching my moistened lips with his fingertips and spreading the spittle on them. His forefinger slid between the soft and sensitive flesh and he glanced at my strong, white teeth.

I forced the upper lip to move backwards, showing him the dangerous length of my saber-like fangs what my canine teeth had become a millennium ago. He was unimpressed by this threatening gesture and bowed his head to lick at my tusks. His light groan whilst his tongue was wandering along the gum and moving up to the inner side of my lip, let a sudden heat- rush shooting trough my veins. He sucked gently at the upper lip, driving circles with the tip of his tongue at the soft outside. Slowly, my body began to react on this tender efforts. I tried even harder to resist him and his randy behavior. But in the meantime, I feared to agree this unwanted pleasure. What he did to me was slightly exciting and I felt a moistening and strengthened heat in my loins. All of a sudden the slave moved back from me. He stood up and undressed himself. I glanced at his swollen limb and swallowed. I hoped he don't want me to suck it. He grasped the long and not that big erection with his hand and began to move the thin, silky skin forth and back.

"Do you want to give me a blow job?" he asked and forced the slippery tip towards my mouth.

I let out a deep growl. "Of course not", I hissed.

He grunted and kneeled down on the ground, spreading my legs with both hands. I felt his hot breath at my genitals and stared down to my abdomen. The sight of my half-stiffed cock shocked me a bit. I still refused to agree with a man's interest in such way, but my body seemed to have a quite different opinion. I was grinding my teeth when he enclosed the tight- ening flesh and pulled the skin back until the shaft was completely bare. He licked the tiny slit of my glans, surrounding it slowly and with infinite pleasure. Then, his tongue wandered down to the bulge and the sensitive underside below, licking and stroking the naked flesh whilst it began to grew harder, larger and bigger. I closed my eyes, trying to leave his deeds beyond my perception. I tried to forget how he played with the hardening balls, moving his hot, wet mouth up and down the meaty head of my dick. His greedy sucking at the swollen tip. His damped sighs and moans, wandering with his tender lips along the bulge.

I don't noticed how I began to push up my hips on that thrilling feeling, I even don't noticed that my paralysis was gone. The soft, wet tongue moving around my glans made me gasp with sensory rapture. I looked down on this impudent slave, saw the fat, welled up cock between his fingers. This dark, enormous grown flesh. A big, huge lance within his grip, the tip almost dark purple, dripping with watery thin pre-cum. I saw his other hand moving up and down his own erection, quite faster than his mouth spoiled me. I began to moan as he sucked the un- derside, right beyond the hardening cock-head. These soft but deep and guttural noises that told both of us how horny I became after all made him wheezing louder and with growing in- tense. All of a sudden he cringed his back, lifting up his head. His fingers began to rub my wet, slimy glans, driving circles around the swollen bulge.

"I... I'm ... com...min'", he gasped and rolled his eyes.

I stared at his facial expression distorting in pure lust and felt his hot load splashing against my balls and along my sweat covered tummy. I saw his dick twitching and pulsing within his hand, the slimy waves of sperm floating and shooting out of the gaping slit. I groaned at the randy sight and touched downwards until I felt my steel-like erection in my own hand. His fin- gertips stroked the wet hole of my cock which was close to explode. Big, glittering drops of pre- cum fell from the little opening. The slave groaned loudly on that and forced my hand aside.

"You ... randy ... beast...", he moaned. "You goddamn fucking beast...!"

He jerked me off, giving his hand an unbearable slow move. Thereby, the huge, watery drops even came faster behind each other.

"You weep like a horny stallion", he panted and glanced at the swollen, pretty tough dropping slit within the moistened glans.

All I was able to, was groaning and enjoying the tingling feeling he gave me. I began to move my hips up and down, saw how that monstrous lance of burning flesh slid trough his grip. He squeezed my swollen testicles seeming to creep into the shaft and sticking up to the sides of my prick. Then, burning hot drops of sperm leaved the widened little opening, rolling down the head. I don't notice how I began to twitch and shudder, the big cock contracting with hasty, strong intervals, spurting out my cum in one big flood and then splashing long, thick beams shooting out like fountains. I moaned and gasped as if I was loosing my mind. The almost wa- tery, milky colored semen running down my sweaty breast, I spread the slimy liquid with one hand onto my skin, still moaning and panting like crazy. The slave bend down on me, licking off the hot juice whilst milking my pumping dick with rhythmical moves of his hand........

I opened my eyes and sighed at the memories I went trough at last. But why did I want to handle with my tendency, the upcoming knowledge to be gay? Particularly since I never was very interested in women... Surely, I was upset by my young slaves behavior, but I enjoyed his lustful approaching in the end. And how much I enjoyed! I never had an orgasm like that be- fore. Such... forceful, long-lasting and satisfying. It was my hurted pride that drove me to en- rage after all, coming close to smash his head against the wall. That forced me to a very rude tone and threatened him with the intention to kill him and drinking his blood.... I turned over and stared into the dark of my private chamber, the window behind me. My temper always took the lead and leaved my self-control in the background. Now, being more than thousand years old I still wasn't able to control myself. What a lousy leader I was, not even worthy to be one of my own fledgelings instead of committing the rank of their monarch.

Burning heat-waves rushed trough my whole body as I thought about what had happened this early morning again. This time, I enjoyed the pictures in front of my eyes. I pressed my hot face in the pillow and moaned. How much I wanted this young men's attention now... I was just about to call for his service. However, even for that I was too impressive. I could force him to do it again, in a very skilful manner of course, but I don't want him to believe that I became his lover after all. The thought about a cock sliding into my ass began to raise my interest and I felt the beginning of an erection. With one hand I grope behind me, the tips of my fingers moving down the bend of my buttocks; this hot flesh, tight and soft at the same time. I hesitated a mo- ment to touch the anus, but then I lifted my hand and moistened the first of my two fingers. I was too curious and decided to find out how that would feel like. I hold my breath and released it slowly the moment the fingertip went inside. Then, with arising pleasure I moved my finger even deeper until the knuckles pressed against the sphincter. With the incisors biting my lower lip I let out a slight moan. That heat and narrowness enclosing my finger was something I hadn't expected. It felt awfully good to me and I began to think of "real" gay-love even more.

I knew that a cock was quite bigger than my single finger, nevertheless I enjoyed the feeling of something hard moving forth and back inside my butt. When I was able to force him to slow and tender moves even my first fuck would be a great pleasure for me. I heard someone moaning until I figured out that these sustained and guttural noises came out of my own mouth. My penis became that hard whilst I fucked myself with my finger that I began to whish of something I could use to shuffle it up my ass, masturbating at the same time. I pulled my hand back and rolled on my back. The big cock rised up in a very steep angle, slightly bobbing up and down until I grasped it with the hand. God, I was so randy. But then I released the gripe around the swollen flesh. Before I knew what I was up to I reached out to the wall beside my bed and used the bellpull. Searching for the thin blanket I needed some time to find it at last, laying on the carpet. The moment I unfold it again and over my heated body this time, the door slowly went open.

"What can I do for you, master?" The intimidated and sleepy voice of my slave pushing him- self trough the half opened door reached my mind.

He was holding a torch in one hand and placed it in its holder at the wall next to him. I straightened myself up and slipped back to the head of my bed. Damn, I hadn't thought about an excuse for my sudden need in the middle of the night, so I showed him one of my "don't ask dumb questions stupid mortal"-facial expressions and called him forward with a hint. He dis- heartened strode closer and stopped a few steps in front of the bed.

"Come on", I said softly, "I don't want to bite off your head."

He swallowed noisy and obeyed my will. I tried to avoid too interested looks at him and wished at the same time that my dick would stop his greedy twitching beneath the blanket. His eyes wandered along my wide and muscular chest, shy and a bit timorous at once. I saw how he glanced at my little, reddish brown nipples, licking his lips with a longing gesture. But the mo- ment he stopped right at my side all of his courage was gone. He looked into my face unable to reply my look for more than just seconds. He blushed a bit and refused another direct visual contact with me.

"What's your name?" I wanted to know.

"Etheban", he whispered.

If he was confused about my sudden interest in such things he successfully hide that expres- sion from me.

"And how old are you?"

He hesitated a short moment. "Eighteen summer, master."

I gave him a little smile to calm him down a bit. "Well, I can't remember my human age any- more. I'm quiet too long in this state of existence now. Could you guess my former age, Ethe- ban?"

On that request he looked straight into my eyes. "I... I'm not sure, master. But I could try if you like."

"Agreed."

Careful he examined my facial appearance. "Well... you can't be older than ... twenty summer. It's hard to see some deeper wrinkles in your face. Your skin is very smooth..." He swallowed again.

All of a sudden his eyes became wet and he fell to his knees. Gripping my fingers with his own, he kissed the back of my hand. "I'm so sorry, master", he gasped with a vibrating and trembling voice that was nearly drowned with remorseful tears. "I don't want to cause your ill- humor. I don't know what came above me this morning. I ..."

He wasn't able to continue. His voice failed. All I could hear was his trembling breath. I felt hot tears running down the skin of my hand. That wasn't repentance at all that forced him to beg for pardon. I knew that he feared punishment, maybe the death penalty due to poisoning a high ranked vampire. He didn't tried to kill me, but the possibility of such an offense can't be ignored. Normally, I would have declared the maximum penalty, and if I just wanted to hide to others what had happened between us. But this time, I wasn't able to do so. I don't want to end his life, not for the unspoken rights of my so-called higher race and not for my hurted pride anyway. In fact, he "just" narcotized me to fulfill his sexual fantasies. It was a great pleasure what he did to me this morning. So I bend forward and caught him by his arm.

"Come on", I said quietly and forced him to sit on the edge of my bed. "I don't want to punish you, Etheban."

He lifted his head and looked right into my face. "N..no?" he whispered below his breath. "But... why, master? Why do you want to save me?"

A good question. Should I tell him the truth? I sighed a bit. The longer I returned his look the more I wasn't able to pronounce my thoughts. These large, dark brown eyes, his nearly child- like face... I never took the time to notice my slaves appearances. Until this morning they were nothing more than some kind of animals to me, just walking on two legs instead of four. But this young men's desire awoke me from my mindless arrogance. My attention remained on his quite full lips. The memory of the pleasure this mouth gave me returned even stronger to my mind. Now it was my turn to swallow.

"You're asking why? Don't you noticed how much I enjoyed your desire at last? You con- fronted me with an unknown side of my self, Etheban", I murmured, "I took a while for me to accept my homosexual tendency. The anger I forced upon you was nothing more than the an- ger I felt against myself."

"You don't need to excuse yourself, master", he began and a small smile went over his lips. "Everyone knows your temper."

"Call me Raziel", I whispered.

He swallowed again. "Raziel", Etheban breathed, "that's the name of an angel. Did you know that? And that's exactly what you are. A dark angel." He gave me a deep look, so loving and warm that I bend forward again. But this time it was me who was the first to kiss.

The young man held his breath the moment my lips touched his own. Then, he moaned slightly and opened his mouth to let my tongue in. He came closer to me, touching my strong shoulders with his hands, laying his arms around my neck. His fingers played with the smooth tail - made from the hair of the back of my head - that nearly reached the region of my shoulder blades. Our kiss was sweet and long, enjoying the slow and exciting play of our tongues. One of his hands slid down my chest and began to tender my nipples. I moved back and pulled him with me. Etheban followed willingly, climbing my bed and, at last, my body to sit on my lap. He gasped as he felt my stone-hard erection and put his hand between our loins to touch the hardened length. He moaned even louder the moment his fingers stroked my cock.

"Raziel...", he groaned with an excitement that only the way he called my name made me shiver in pure and heated lust. "I want to feel you, but I fear you're too huge for me." He bowed his head and stared at the big and long dick covered with the thin fabric. His fingers began to rub the swollen glans until the cloth was dampened with the liquid coming out of my penis.

"Undress yourself", I gasped, nearly out of control by his experience and skilful movements of his fingers.

He rolled down from me and hurried to get rid off his clothes. I pulled the blanket beside and waited impatiently for the moment he touched me again. The young men spread my legs and kneeled down between them. I lifted up my hips and slightly groaned at the thought that he would suck me again. He stared at the twitching rod, licking his lips and closing one of his hands around my balls, enjoying their weight and size. That forced me to pull up my pelvis even more.

"Come on", I moaned from the bottom of my throat, "come on, Etheban. Lick my cock. Let me feel your soft lips around the glans, ... your sucking, the randy play of your tongue..."

He gave me a strange noise on my sensual demand, half hiss and half grunt. At the same time he bowed his head. I took a sharp breath trough my teeth as his opened lips touched the voluptuous bends of the glands beneath my limb. I felt how he licked them, tendering their swollen size for a while and then he sucked one into his mouth. I swallowed and sighed nearly at once, making the most of the soft pressure his palate and tongue performing with his light sucking. Although my cock was burning hot I refused to touch it. I wanted to hesitate the long- ing inside my loins, making it stronger and more intensive. Etheban went over to the other one of my balls, repeating his action. A warm drop fell on my tummy close to the hair above my dick. I felt this too often and knew what happened; the meaty lance had begun to drip in trem- bling ecstasy. Some shaking breaths after that another warm drop meets the hot skin of my abdomen. Everytime the shaft twitched the little slit in my glans released a big, watery pearl of pre-cum running down the darkening tip.

The slave wheezed against the insides of my tights or right against my steel-like erection. He raised his head a bit, staring at the wet shining scrotum, forcing his tongue to lick the balls a last time. I saw him holding his breath and his facial expression became stiff and a bit distorted as he watched my prick. He closed his hand around the big shaft and pulled the thin skin back completely. I began to breath louder and shaky on that, extending one arm to reach him.

"Come to me, let me touch you, too", I gasped and licked my mouth as far as the tusks al- lowed me such movements without bending my lips like a dog.

On that I began to ask myself if I was somehow able to suck his dick. I hoped so. I don't want to lick it instead of feeling the hot flesh inside my mouth and lifted myself up, forced him at the same time to kneel beside my shoulder. My nostrils caught the male and musk scent of his body, the thin traces of sweat within his odour. I stared at his pointing erection. The red glans shined like covered with varnish. His foreskin had moved back right beyond the bulge. I took the shaft in my hand and pulled the skin back a little. Etheban bend his hips towards me, touching with both hands to the back of my head.

"Yeah... do it, Raziel. Kiss my prick", he sighed.

I stretched out my tongue and tasted his pre-cum. It was very slimy and thicker than my own. But the male taste was pleasant to me. I licked the tip another time and opened my lips wide enough to enclose it.

"Careful, my dear. Don't ... forget your ... fangs..", he gasped.

"Don't worry, I won't", I whispered with a pressed and breathless tone.

Then, my lips slid down his glans, slowly and cautious. He groaned with sensitive raptures the moment his cock moved along my palate and even deeper into my oral cavity. His rod had the correct size to fit between the long canine teeth and as I began to move my head forth and back with very slow moves I felt how they pushed his foreskin up and down his erection at the same time. I wasn't just sucking, I jerked him off, too. His fingers began to crawl my neck and behind the pointed ears, moving trough my silky hair and churning it up.

"Oohhh ... yeah ... that's ... wonder...ful", my little slave moaned.

The sensation of a man's sex inside my mouth was so exciting that I began to masturbate. Etheban noticed the movements of my hand rubbing the fat lance between my legs. On that sight he began to fuck my mouth. I pulled the thin skin back until my huge cock was bare and caressed the swollen head with experienced fingers, let them circle around the bulge and stimulating the underside. The dick between my lips went harder and larger. I tried to rub the sensitive points beyond his glans with the tip of my tongue whilst his hot and hard flesh sled in and out of my mouth. The young man began to moan louder, gasping breathless and wheezed with growing intensity. I heard his trembling breath floating from his now opening lips. Slimy pearls of pre-cum soaked from his slit. I hold him tight at his pelvis to lick the drops off and sucked the little hole to force his juice to flew stronger. His limb pulsed on that, filled with relish. Everytime he moved my hand aside to continue fucking my mouth.

I wheezed trough my nose, nearly as hasty as he did and expressed my own pleasure with lit- tle grunts and sighs. The flesh between my lips began to burn and swelled up with forceful twitches. Etheban gasped louder and began to moan. He stopped his moves, forcing my head to his body and his erection slid deeper into my mouth. I sucked even stronger, knowing that his orgasm would approach immediately. On the greedy, expectant stimulation he let out a sustained and deep groan.

"Yeah! Suck! Suck!" he moaned.

I sucked that hard that I feared to hurt him and then his prick seemed to explode between lips. It pumped and twitched like crazy. A sudden, hard shot of cum splashed into my mouth spreading burning hot on my tongue and giving me the soapy and strong taste of his male- ness. I swallowed by reflex and felt the next cum-shot hitting tongue and palate. Grasping his hips with both hands I swallowed and sucked with the same greed he was coming. The taste of his sperm spurting into my mouth with hard and hasty intervals was an indescribable experi- ence. I grunted from the very deep of my throat, drinking his semen as if I was an addict. The slave stroked my neck and shoulders and remained between my lips until I licked off the very last drop. Then I moved my head back. Both of us were wheezing hastily and with short and fast breathing. I kissed his sweat covered belly and he laid his arms around my neck.

"Do you like the taste?" he asked me after a short while.

"Of course", I murmured and stroked his still erected penis.

He sighed and enjoyed the tender moves of my hand, but then he released the grip of my fin- gers from his shaft. "Do you come, too?"

"No. But I was very close to."

Etheban pulled me back at my shoulders and stared at my huge cock nearly hurting in burning desire. The swollen and opened slit in my glans was dripping like hell, the big prick that dark and fat that the young men moaned intensive.

"God! He looked like he must burst every moment", he gasped and shuddered with lust.

His hand touched the hard tip and rubbed it gentle. A fiery flash of pure sensuality went trough my loins. I gasped loud and tried to force his hand aside. "Wait... nnnooo .... w..wait ... pleeeaase ... w..w.wait..." I whimpered and gasped again, my face distorted to a randy, wild grimace.

At the very last moment he released his grip around my dick-head and I moaned relieved. Some milky drops had already come out, but with all strength I forced myself to suppress my orgasm and hold it back. The slave caressed my burning cheeks and the sweaty skin of my hasty breathing chest. He kissed the side of my neck and my opened, gasping lips. I stretched out my tongue to lick the tip of his own. Within a few moments our tongues began a slow but horny game. I sunk on my back, spreading the legs in a way the message I gave him with that was quite clear and mustn't be explained. Etheban took his head back, still stroking my cheek and chest and looked along my body.

"I never had a ... well, male virgin before", he whispered, "are you sure you want this? It could be not that pleasuring for the first time."

"Give me your cock", I demanded with a soft moan. "I want to feel you. And don't worry about hurting me. My kind is tough."

He get off the bed and pulled me by my hips to the edge. I watched him as he put two fingers to this mouth and moistened them with spittle, spreading his salvia at my asshole. He stroked the crack with his fingertips, using more spittle to prepare me. Even the smooth touch of his fingers gave pleasures to me. I breathed with a little tremble trough my teeth as I felt his fore- finger penetrating the anus and slowly moving inside.

"Relax", he mumbled, "you're too tight."

"I am ... relaxed", was all I could answer and began to breathe a bit faster and louder at his finger moved forth and back.

"Do you like it?"

"Mmhh, of course", I sighed and let out a little gasp. "Give me more, Etheban."

He pulled his finger out and spread salvia on his cock, this time. I swallowed and raised my legs a bit more. "Yeah... fuck me, you little bastard."

The slimy, well moistened tip of his dick touched the sphincter, slowly using more pressure. I felt how the glans began to slid trough. A little but sharp pain was all I felt and I looked at him surprised, realizing the shaft gliding easily into my ass. His hot and wet hips pressing against the buttocks I noticed the whole length of his penis inside me, how the hard flesh twitched and pumped from time to time. It was an unfamiliar but very pleasant feeling. His long prick was burning hot. I groaned a bit and laid my heels on his shoulders. He griped my legs, slowly moving out and in with careful pushes. My fingers get stuck to the sheet. The feeling of being fucked - how his lance slid inside my intestines - excited me more and more. I glanced in his face like he looked down on me, eye to eye. My breathing comes faster from one move to the next. I saw the lust in his eyes and moaned as he began to fuck a bit faster and with longer and harder moves. Heat waves rushed trough my stomach. I loosened my muscles even more and gasped under the sensation of his demanding movements.

The room was filled with our wheezing gasps, his hips hitting my ass with slapping noises. My big cock bobbed up and down in the rhythm he fucked me. My erection had lost a bit of its size but now it regained its former volume. As I griped the shaft and began to stroke my limb he moaned, shuffling his rod up my ass as if he want to impale me. I felt his balls clapping against my butt, the long dick moving forth and back inside me with growing speed. Our gasps changed to breathless groans and sharp, hasty wheezing. I jerked me off, sliding with my hand up and down the huge penis. The tip was growing hard and dark, shining with moisture. I pulled the silky skin down with one hand and caressed my glans with the other one. Etheban watched constantly the movements of my fist, rubbing the bulge and tendering the sensitive underside right below the swollen head. He saw that my dick starts dripping again and enjoyed the sight, that I masturbated whilst he was fucking me. He stared at my distorted face from time to time, in my glistering, darkened and half-closed eyes and at my opened lips, the slightly trembling nostrils.

"I ... can't ... hold it ... any ... lon...ger", he gasped.

"Let it ... go", I rasped with husky, breathless voice. "C'mon ... I'm coming ... every ...... mo- ment..."

He groaned even louder and rammed his cock into my ass, so that I let out a very intense moan. I held up the meaty length of my rod, showing him the full size of the bare, hot flesh. His fingernails were digging in my tights on that and I rubbed the tip once more. Big drops fell from the opened slit and I felt how the sensations overcame me with increasing force. The tingling feeling inside my dick get hotter and stronger. All I was able to feel was the prickling cock be- tween my fingers and that hot meat sliding forth and back inside my ass. I heard Etheban's deep and sustained groan, the pure lust in his voice and movements and the intense, loud clapping of his pelvis slamming at my buttock. The strong, randy itching of my erection forced me to moan out loudly. A small, thin spay of pre-cum spurts out of my rod, followed by long, powerful shots of my watery sperm. The penis contracted and twitched that strong inside my hand the pleasure nearly turned off my mind. I groaned like crazy, loudly and with unbearable sensuality. Etheban began to moan, too. He pressed his cock deep into my ass, pumping and beating inside me. I wasn't able to feel how his load shoots in, but just the knowledge of filling me with his cum excited me completely.

He loosened his sweaty grip around my waist sometime and sled out. Both of us still gasping and wheezing heavily he came on the bed and laid down beside me. The young man snuggled up at my body and I huged him. I felt his head sinking down at the side of my neck, his hot and still accelerated breath fondling my wet skin. A deep satisfaction filled me now and with the last flickers of the fading torch a little smile went over my lips. Now, it has happened what I've tried to avoid - I became his lover. But I felt much happier with that thought than I had expected. .....

End

Note: The character of "Raziel" and the world "Nosgoth" are Copyright by EIDOS Interactive,

Crystal Dynamics and Silicon Knights: "Legacy of Kain - Soul Reaver", or "Blood Omen - Legacy of Kain", PC-Versions, Copyright 1996 - 2000.

Everything else written in this (nos)gothic fiction is my own fantasy and not similar to any event from these games. Hell, I even don't know if this vampire is gay, but I like him that way...

If you like this story feel free to mail me: alea.bondai@planet-interkom.de