Kinky/Horny Rambles

A shiver of terror runs down my spine as my consciousness slowly comes back into my body, assessing. I was panting - but no, not really. Every inhale is shallow. There's nothing to exhale. And even if I'm scared as shit, properly terrified, nothing is throbbing in my chest. No familiar thumping.

"What...what is going on?" I mumble, more to myself than to my captor.

The cold doesn't come from the room. It comes directly from my body. I rub the tips of my fingers together - my skin is like ice. But now that I think about it, it's not unpleasant. The coolness is just sensory information. I don't shiver. Apparently I don't breathe either.

"You're at the first stage of your ascension, pretty thing," the voice continues. "A critical and confusing era - trust me, we've all been there. But you'll come to like it."

My vision adjusts enough to figure out the contours of a face, leaning over mine. Pale, almost translucent. Dark eyes without pupils, colorless lips stretched into an amused smirk, a huge mess of dark curls cascading down as he gets closer.

When he speaks again, his mouth doesn't even twitch. That's how I understand that his words are echoing directly inside my head.

"I freed you from the burden of humanity," he says, and there's something like pride in the way he tells so. "I made you into something greater. And it's an ungrateful task, because you will resent me for this gift - at first."

"What are you?" I dare ask, even if it feels stupid.

"You're not asking the right question, pet. What I am and what you are, those are now one and the same. Apart from the obvious fact that you've been sired by me - therefore, my wishes are your commands."

"Yeah, no - fuck that, man. I'm not -"

"-quiet."

My mouth shuts instantly close, the word like a cold hand pressed over it. I whine and writhe as much as I can, but there's nothing I can do. Above me, the man is still smiling.

"See?" He says - or at least that's what I hear him say in my head. "The bond is already strong. By drinking your blood, I made your will bow before mine. Your body will answer to me in ways you can't even begin to fathom. And when you drink mine, we'll be unstoppable. You'll gain a fraction of my powers, and your new life will begin - one that will last forever."

This is not happening. This is - I'm gonna wake up any second now.

"Oh, you poor thing," the man coos. A hand brushes against my cheek, almost tenderly. "You're still hoping there's a way out. But you must know that I'm telling the truth. Don't you feel it? This... undescribable thirst? Speak," he orders.

And just like that, my mouth opens and I start talking - "I'm so fucking thirsty," and it's true, my throat feels on fire, "but also you're a freak and you're scaring the living shit out of me right now. If you think I'm gonna bend over for you, you got another thing coming, dude."

"Oh my, you're feisty!" he laughs, for real this time, mouth opening enough for me to see the long fucking fangs. "I have no interest in bending you over, pretty thing. However, you're not entirely wrong. I do expect something from you. My...condition comes with a great deal of loneliness, you see."

"So go rub one in your coffin, man, I don't know!" I snap back, trying to move my face away from his hand that keeps caressing my cheek. "Just - drink my blood and let me go, okay? I won't tell a thing - who the fuck would believe me anyway?"

"I've already had my fair share of blood from you, darling. My only goal now is to make sure I don't bring a feral, ill-behaved vampire into the world. My reputation is at stake. And when the thirst, the hunger becomes unbearable, you'll have to control it. There's no going back to your old life anymore, pet. There's only me." His thumb presses against my bottom lip, pulling it down gently. "Open up," he whispers.

And I do. I wish I could resist, but it's no use - what the hell am I supposed to do? He slides three fingers into my mouth, stretching it open. Licks his lips.

"Now, be a good pupil, and suck."

My cheek hollow, and I suck on his fingers like my life depends on it. I don't even have to think about it - it's just what my body does. My tongue moves on its own, licking hungrily, trying to keep up the pace as he starts pumping his fingers in my mouth. The sound is downright obscene. I'm drooling, almost choking on my own spit, and he keeps looking at me with those terrifying dark eyes.

"The hardest thing about a newborn vampire," he tells casually while finger fucking my mouth at an increasing pace, "is to make them understand their place. Despite the bond, newborns tend to rebel against their Sire - open wider. Perfect." He takes his fingers out, only to spit directly on my tongue. "Swallow." Fucking disgusting. "Good boy. Where was I? Ah, yes. The rebellious mind of a newborn is a dangerous thing," he continues with a levelled tone like he's talking about the fucking weather while shoving now four fingers down my throat. "Before you're allowed to drink my blood, I have to make sure you're loyal and obedient. Controlling you is easy, but it runs stale very quickly. Open again."

More spit. Great. It's running down my chin, I bet I have some in my eye.

"Swallow, and say thank you."

"T-thank-you," I hiss through clenched teeth.

The slap takes me by surprise and I flinch from the pain. He's strong. He has - fucking long nails and everything.

"You should address me as Sire."

"But...you just said to say thank you -"

"- politeness is always implied, darling."

And before I could prepare for it, he climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Oh for fuck sakes - he's naked too. He looks like a lightweight, honestly, all lean and smooth, but the strength of the slap tells me I wouldn't win in a fight.

"By the end of your training-" he continues effortlessly, spreading my spit on his cock - oh fuck.

He...he told me I wouldn't bend over, right? That's what he said. Well thank God for that because that thing isn't human.

"-you will rather be a well-mannered servant," he goes on, jerking the absurd rod of flesh he has for a dick, "or I'll just dispose of you. It wouldn't be the first time I have to kill an infant. I don't particularly like it, but that's the only alternative. Now, be a good useful thing and get hard for me."

I almost laugh to his face. What, he really thinks I can - what the fuck.

"That was quick," he chuckles appreciatively. "Spit in my hand, darling, I'm going to need more."

Eyes wide with horror, I diligently spit into his palm and watch him wrapping both of his hands around our cocks. Mine is rock hard. It's already red and swollen like it's been hard for hours.

"I hope you understand - ah - that your only purpose now is to serve me. Pet isn't just a term of endearment - hm - it's your nature, darling. Oh, that feels really good. I was aching to find a nice plaything just like you, but unfortunately, the men of this century are all extremely dull - ah yes -"

My mind is on fire. I can't take my eyes off his hands sliding up and down, can't control how I'm twitching - and the worst part is that he's good at it. He squeezes our lengths hard, flushing them together, despite the fact that he's twice my size and girth. And it... I can't say it doesn't feel good. I can't say I'm enjoying it either, but...

Nobody ever touched me like that. With passion, with intent - with grace almost.

"Your thoughts are flattering, pet."

"...you can read my thoughts?"

"I sure can, but I don't need to: they're plastered on your face, darling. You'll see that being my infant has its perks. I'll tend to your needs thoroughly, and I'll make you come like nobody ever did."

"You're sick," I manage to spit despite the pleasure building up, "you're - fucking crazy."

"Such vulgarity," he sighs.

When he lets go of my cock, I almost feel relieved. Maybe it's over. Maybe he's just gonna let me rot here forever - but no. He shifts his hips forward, angling my cock towards -

"Wait, wait -"

"Shh, it's alright pet, you're not going to hurt me."

And just like that, he lines me up against his entrance and sinks on my cock. I'm not proud of the sound I made. A strangled moan, desperate and high pitched, as warmness and tightness surrounds me. His body swallows me whole - no prep, no lube, the guy doesn't even break a sweat and starts riding me with an inch of his life.

"Shit," I mumble, looking away to try and escape whatever is happening, "shit, shit - I don't - please -"

"I could easily make you like it, you know," he chimes lightly as he slams himself on me, his monstrous cock bouncing between us. "But where's the fun in that? I want you - ah - to enjoy it as much as I do. Have you ever been in a tighter hole than mine?"

"I...I don't know. Please... Don't -"

"Feel how I'm opening up for you, darling," he says, his hands roaming on my chest, up to my neck. His hair is flowing down all around him, tingling my arms. "Feel how wet I am for you. A nice trick, isn't it? I'm a relentless lover. You'll never have a dull moment with me."

His hands are soft, and the next minute, they're strong. They close around my throat, forcing me to look up to him, rendering me speechless.

"Eyes on me, pet," he orders, bouncing ever faster. "I want to see the look on your face when you spill your seed into me. I know you're close already - it's alright."

"Mmph-"

Black spots over my eyes. Tightness building in my balls, his walls clenching around me like a vice - I can't. I can't hold it, I'm so deep inside him, it's too much -

"Don't fight it, my pretty toy," he whispers inside my head. "Give me your light, now. Give me that life, let it burst inside me - there you go, my darling pet. Oh, I can feel you soaking my walls..."

As soon as I start coming, an uncontrolled sob breaks out of me. I can't close my eyes, forced to look at him, so the tears just fall and run down my cheeks. My whole body twitches and shivers, and I watch him arching back with delight. He moans loudly, obscenely, and when I soften, he lets my cock slip out of him and straddles my chest. He angles his delirious, absurd cock towards my face and pumps it frantically.

All I can do is watch.

"Open wide, pet," he hisses, jerking himself at a pace that isn't human. "Open wide for your Sire - that's it, stick your pretty tongue out. You're right where you belong, darling: underneath me, ready to serve my body. I'm going to paint your face with my come, darling, and you're going to thank me for it."

And I did.

I said thanks.

Thorin feels a shiver roll down his spine as Bilbo's fingertips brush over the metal, a little along the soft skin.

"That one just slips off," Thorin explains in his softest voice, but even then fears he still is too loud for their intimate proximity. "Just a little soft metal. I can make you one, if you wish."

"But this one," he draws Bilbo's hand lower to feel the piercing through his lobe. He hears Bilbo suck in a breath as he feels the metal post going straight through flesh.

"That's real," Bilbo exhaled, eyes wide and fixed as he fiddled with the stud. "Does it hurt?"

"Give it a tug. Its entirely healed, doesn't hurt a bit."

"Did it hurt to get?" The hobbit dared a little pull at the earring.

"Those hurt the least out of all of them."

"All of... there's more?" There was a twist now to the curiosity in Bilbo's eyes. A small glint of hunger.

"Would you like for me to show you?"

Bilbo hadn't even finished eagerly nodding before Thorin discarded his shirts.

Thorin's chest was wonderfully rounded by muscle and fat, fuzzy with coarse hair. His nipples were dark brown and puffy, silver jewelry pierced through each of them.

Bilbo had been sure to not look at Thorin while they all bathed together thus far. Now there was heat spiking through him at the notion Thorin had these on all this time- hidden beneath his clothes, brushing up against the fabric-

"Are these healed like your ears?"

Thorin was watching Bilbo watch him, open mouthed and flushed just above his beard. Each slide of Bilbo's eyes felt like a physical touch, making a shudder run through him. Thorin hummed in confirmation to Bilbo's question, brushing his long hair behind his shoulders.

"Can I-"

Thorin's sharp, single nod in the affirmative cut him off.

Bilbo was a being of wants- simple, easily fulfilled wants. This was a new one, but just as easily fulfilled. Bilbo ran the back of his knuckles down Thorin's chest, the flesh giving way. Thorin gasped and twitched when Bilbo finally gave one barbell a proper tug, his chest rising.

"What motivates you to get these? Your ears I understand, a decoration for all to see. Do these have any meaning?" Bilbo spoke in low tones, nearly a purr as his touch grew gentle again.

His fingers danced over the piercing and Bilbo marveled at how Thorin's nipples grew taught under his touch. A quiet 'oh' from under Thorin's breath as Bilbo massaged the bud with the pad of his index finger.

"They are- ah, many dwarves get these. Common." Thorin's breath was escalating coming in sharper bursts. It was not lost to Bilbo that Thorin's hips were rocking nearly imperceptibly. "Some just like how they look, how they feel. Forging your form to your liking is a high form of homage to Mh- Mahal."

Bilbo gave a mean little twist to the barbell on Thorin's other nipple, drawing a sharp keen from the dwarf.

"I'm afraid I don't have any interest in other dwarves at the moment, my dear. I want to know about you. Why do you have these?"

Thorin met Bilbo's eyes with a molten, half-lidded gaze. Lips parted as he fought for every haggard, gasping breath. "F-feels good."

Bilbo had hoped that was the answer, but hearing the confirmation from Thorin made the hobbit let out a small moan. "That makes me very happy to hear, Thorin. Am I making you feel good?"

Thorin nodded, his hair slipping back over his shoulders at the movement. That wouldn't do. Bilbo surged forward in a fluid motion, legs settling astride Thorin's thighs, one hand gathering Thorin's hair and drawing it back. Thorin let his head tip back with a blissful sigh, exposing his throat and chest entirely now with his hair held out if the way.

Thorin's lap was warm and solid and when Bilbo allowed himself to press his hips forward, he barely held back a sound in his throat at how hard Thorin was. He would get to that later.

"Bilbo-!" Thorin's voice cut off as Bilbo bowed his head, drawing a nipple into his mouth with a lewd slurp.

The metal of Thorin's piercing clicked against Bilbo's teeth, but he paid it no mind. Thorin himself tasted salty, in a way Bilbo absently imagined he'd pair nicely with a nice brie.

As lovely of a death it would be to drown in Thorin's breast, Bilbo eventually had to pull away to gasp for air.

The sight below him was magnificent. Thorin was flushed down his neck, his chest arched toward Bilbo in a silent plea. It rose and fell with Thorin's staccato breaths, one nipple still soft while the other was shiny from spit and darker, harder. He looked a vision. Bilbo wished to capture it in his mind forevermore.

Thorin let out a reedy sound through his closed mouth, clearly impatient at Bilbo's stare.

"Yes, Thorin?"

The dwarf huffed and looked put out at having to use his words. When he spoke, his voice was low and rumbling, though his need bled through his words. "Bilbo please, touch me more."

"As you wish, my dear." And he dove right on in.

"Thank you, thank you, I- oh- thank you," Thorin couldn't find other words as Bilbo kissed and nipped his way down from Thorin's neck down to his chest. Thorin actually whined when Bilbo braced a knee against Thorin's groin, his body jerking up and into the friction.

"Such good manners," Bilbo praised almost to himself, biting the soft flesh of one of Thorin's pecs.

Thorin's hands reached up and he grasped Bilbo's hips to hold him steady as he chased his release. Bilbo braced his hands on Thorin's chest, his thumbs rubbing spit-slick circles over his nipples. Each time the pads of his thumbs caught on a piercing earned another punched out whine from Thorin.

"That's it, look at you. Are you going to cum from just this? Poor thing... Go on, then, take what you need."

The praise was the cherry on top. The praise pushed Thorin over the edge and his thighs squeezed together around Bilbo's as he came with a sudden cry.

After but a moment's recovery, Thorin blearily began to reach for Bilbo's trousers.