deadrose

Olivia let his name rattle around in her for a few moments before offering, “Why don’t you lend me a little company, hm?” Her smiled was slow to grow, knowing that despite it being posed as a question, Lucien was in no position to say no. She adjusted the strap on her robe once again and turned, glancing away from the brunet to look for the nearest guard. “I’m sure someone like you would enjoy a trip to the spa – at least once in his life.”

The question had Lucien standing rigid, avoiding the woman’s gaze as he searched for anyone else that may be around. If she really pressed it he couldn’t deny her and while she gave him no reason to be wary of her yet that didn’t mean she wouldn’t in the near future. “I don’t care about luxuries,” he muttered, not actually denying her but still making it clear that he was reluctant to just follow her.

what was pleasantly surprising about sex post-transformation was that his refractory periods were getting increasingly shorter. he wasn’t so sore anymore, and his hips were already moving to try his luck at a second round. “just one round?” he pouted and nipped the other male’s lower lip, teasing him with deeper, playful kisses. landon lifted his hips eventually, sighing out as the tip popped out of his tender hole, which he quickly plugged with two of his fingers. he hated making a mess out of his inner thighs. he lied against lucien’s cot, his free hand lazily reaching for his discarded underwear. “c’mon, baby–” he cooed as he parted his thighs, digits slowly leaving his hole to leave the vampire’s load inside. “just one more load?”

Keegan could hear the uneasiness in Lucien’s voice and remembered quite clearly when he’d been just as unsure about things. It would be no easy journey for the young vampire, especially in a place like Devilwood. “It’s alright.” The Master assured him in a gentle voice. “I’m not trying to make you suddenly become okay with being a vampire and all that comes with it.” The blonde promised him. “We can drop the topic entirely if you’re prefer.” Keegan wasn’t trying to make Lucien uncomfortable or feel like he had to be okay with being a vampire. Some took to it easily and others struggled with it. “I haven’t unpacked much of anything to be honest.” The Master responded sheepishly. “I think I’ve unpacked bedding and my clothes.” The blonde had definitely been slacking, but he’d lived out of boxes and bags before. “I’m just planning to have you help with the kitchen or something equally as simple and only because you seemed so unwilling to just accept my offer without doing something for me in return.”

Lucien nodded, knowing that there would be nothing the older vampire could say that would offer him comfort. After being betrayed by his sire, his outlook for redemption became very bleak so he was thankful that he was willing to let the subject go. He guessed that the other male must understand the war of hating and accepting this new life.  “No debt,” he muttered in explanation. As cynical as he was by nature, he knew that there were rare moments of genuine kindness in some people. Unfortunately, he also believed that they could still be used against him in some way and owing anybody anything in a place like this carried behind it a heavy weight. “I don’t mind,” he added sincerely.

“Spa,” Olivia repeated to confirm, but almost as soon as she said it and glanced in the brunet’s direction, she realized he had no clue what she was talking about. Her brows pinched together before realization dawned. “Oh, I see,” she murmured low, tongue clicking a moment later. “You must be a slave, yes?” She glanced down the short hall, towards the cells that were undoubtedly awaiting the man before blinking back. Olivia smiled slowly. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Lucien resented being called a slave despite that being the only title he could in this place. He bit his tongue, giving a nod and he wanted nothing more than to leave back  to his cell. She was hard to read, he couldn’t tell if she was pitying him or appraising him, both options made his skin crawl. “Lucien,” he finally said, hoping that she would dismiss him since he could be of no help to her.

She gave him a small shrug. The offer was out there, that’s all that mattered to her. She just hoped he knew it was genuine. Starving the slaves was something Karissa could never agree with. Yes, it kept them weak, but there were more humane, efficient even, ways to do so. Unfortunately, as with all else, there was little she could do about it but help where she could. Nodding at his question, she pursed her lips in thought. “I have, I’ve met a lot through the years, actually. Have you not met many other vampires here yet?”

His gaze cast down to the cup in his hands, drops of blood clinging to the inner sides that taunted him as he cycled through all the vampires he had met. His sire, his cellmates, and the the masters and mistresses. Finally, he shook his head. “My sire...” he trailed off, sucking in a large lungful of air as he tried to contain his anger and bitterness towards the man. “He approached me while I was human. We had a few interactions... he was annoyingly persistent but he grew on me because I was an idiot. I almost thought I could give him a chance but he showed me the kind of monster he was and then he turned me into one. I don’t know if it was because he became bored or that he wants me to seek him out through the bond but after I.... I had murdered several people and gotten my first taste of blood... he brought me here and left.” That was the most Lucien had spoken to anyone since coming here and his throat burned from the effort while his voice was weak. He hated his sire for turning him into a monster and he hated himself for letting him.

The blunt reply took Keegan a little by surprise, simply because it seemed to imply Lucien didn’t consider the blonde to be most people. Which was a surprise because they had only known each other for ten minutes, but he concluded it as the younger vampire trusting him until he proved to be untrustworthy. “They’ve been calling our kind monsters for hundreds of years.” Keegan responded softly. He knew it was an upsetting thing for a young vampire to hear though, especially while they were still coming to terms with their new life. “Some of our kind are monsters and, unfortunately, their actions have branded us all monsters in the eyes of everyone else.” It was the sad truth and the main reason Keegan kept his truth identify a secret when he merged with humans. He knew they’d learn he was a vampire and automatically associate him with a monster. “You don’t have to let their actions define you though, not if you want to be something more than a simple monster.”

The way he approached people, he automatically disliked them but since he had to latch onto every ounce of kindness he could get in this place, Lucien knew he had to be more forthcoming. It was unnerving but so far it hadn’t gotten him into trouble. Listening to the master, he wondered how long he had known life as a vampire. If he remembered right he might be hitting his two month mark soon but it felt like time suddenly slowed down and he knew he would go insane if he had to spend eternity like this. “I can’t...” He trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his concerns. Instead, he shrugged it off, not wanting the guy to pity him. “How much do you have to unpack?” He asked abruptly.

though he wasn’t pleased by the hesitance in lucien’s voice, he considered it progress and nodded. “you may, all for the–” he checked his wristwatch. “two hours and forty minutes that we have left. i’m a man of my word, so i’ll send you back promptly then.” he left lucien near the door and brought what looked like an IV rack with a full blood bag attached to it and a fruit bowl. “kneel there,” he pointed three feet away from the rack, and proceeded to hook the bag onto a snipped tube so the blood dripped slowly into the bowl below. even to klaudius, the smell of lukewarm blood and the sound of it splattering was agonizing. “you’re hungry, aren’t you?” even if he wasn’t, he was going to be for the next two hours.

The look on his face told her everything. She knew that there was a risk, but the guards never questioned what she was doing. They probably just thought it was “weird witchy stuff”. She nodded at the man, making sure he knew it was okay. She walked quickly and quietly to the infirmary ushering him in and locking the door behind them. She shrugged of her jacket and pushed the strap of her top away from her neck so he had access. “They count all the blood bags here, but technically I’m allowed to rent slaves so I can just say it was a kink or something.” She tilted her head to the side, giving him some space as she sighed, “Don’t worry, I’ve been bitten before, I know what I’m doing. Just don’t drink enough to kill me, okay?”

The male followed swiftly behind her, avoiding eye contact with anyone they happened to pass. He only looked up when she broke the silence and his eyes widened when she freely bared her neck to him. He had meant blood bags when he asked, drinking from the source was something he hated, especially if they were human. He could feel his fangs threatening to pop out now that all of his senses were focused on the most prominent vein in her neck. For a long moment, he simply stood in place, wagering if his hunger outweighed his own self imposed rules. “Not human?” He asked as he took a step closer, remembering that he hadn’t met a single human here that wasn’t a slave. If she was human there was no way he was going to consider this but the blood of even a witch couldn’t compete with a human’s so he was less likely to lose control.

he pulled another generous helping of blood from lucien’s neck, sinking his weight down as the other vampire’s cum flooded into him. “i know you can give me more,” he groaned out softly against lucien’s lips. “i want every last drop.” he still hadn’t reached his own orgasm yet, so he leaned back, a hand resting behind him on lucien’s knee so he could try a different angle fucking himself on his lover’s cock. it was much easier now with lucien’s cum lubricating every thrust, his lips muttering dirty swears as he rode himself to orgasm. landon didn’t even need to stroke his cock once to milk his own prostate with lucien’s dick, his own orgasm spotting the older vampire’s stomach with his cum. he sighed out slowly and worked his aftershocks around lucien’s cock to ride out his pleasurable high. “mm, couldn’t help coming inside me?” he grinned. “you didn’t even bother pulling out~”

Once he said it, the pieces fell into place and Olivia recognized exactly where she was standing. “Damn it,” she cursed, taking another quick spin to survey their surroundings. Lifting her arms, she crossed them tightly over her chest and her frustrated gaze landed on the male again. “Do you know the way to the spa?” Olivia asked, blue eyes going wide. “Could you be a darling and show me the way?” She had the inclining impression that refusing her request wouldn’t be something he could do.

“Spa?” He arched a brow, clear confusion written across his face. Lucien had been taken outside of his cell before but he didn’t see much besides a master’s cabin and the designated area for slaves. Having something as luxurious as a spa in this place seemed unfathomable to him when the cells were kept in such uncomfortable conditions.

She felt a glimmer of triumph at getting an actual smile, but made sure to keep it from showing on her face. Watching him finish his mug, she smiled. “Really, no extra charge if you decide more is needed,” she teased lightly, hoping to draw him out a little more. Whether or not he would be less reticent remained to be seen. She merely nodded when he repeated her, arching an eyebrow. “Have you not interacted with many werewolves yet? I don’t mind answering any questions you might have.”

The more she offered the more he wanted to accept but he shook his head. He didn’t want to give into his bloodlust, he just needed enough to keep the hunger pains away. “Not really.” There was one wolf that had let him drink his blood during the horrific incident that happened not too long ago but he didn’t really think about asking him about being a werewolf while that was going on. “Have you met many vampires?” She had lived for over a century so she must know much about both species.

“You don’t need to say that even if I said it.” Keegan told him. “I’d understand if it wasn’t nice to meet me under the circumstances.” The blonde could only imagine how the younger vampire felt in his situation and, even then, Keegan was sure it didn’t even begin to accurately fit. The Master didn’t say anything further as they walked, at least until Lucien surprised him by breaking the small silence that had fallen between them. “I was looking for somewhere safe to settle down for a while.“ Keegan told him. “Preferably somewhere I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone hunting me if they found out I was a vampire. A friend of mine mentioned Devilwood and… here I am.”

“I don’t like most people,” he stated bluntly. Lucien had a hard time getting along with others and it had nothing to do with being put here but the master seemed genuine so he wanted him to understand that it wasn’t personal. Listening, he nodded along with his words, understanding why he was actually here now. “They say vampires are monsters,” he commented gently. And he agreed with them, he hated all vampires, himself and his sire most of all. The vampire next to him, he didn’t want to hate him but it was hard to get rid of a prejudice that was his only tool for coping with his shitty situation otherwise the only person left to hate would be himself.

“good,” klaudius commented with a slight tilt of his head. “being without manners already makes you pathetic. you wouldn’t want to stoop any lower.” judging that the younger vampire had learned his lesson, he whisked him out of the sunlight and waited until the boy’s skin healed over completely. he released him and opened the door to his cabin, not seeming to care of the slightest chance that lucien might run. he didn’t think the boy was that stupid. certainly rude, but not dim-witted to try and outrun an older vampire. “now, if you’ve learned your lesson, ask for permission to come inside.

Paige muttered a quiet “fuck” under her breath. She couldn’t just bring him a blood bag. The bosses counted every single one to make sure that nobody stole them for themselves, considering they were supposed to be rationed. Still, she couldn’t just let him starve. An idea formed, and while it was risky it was all she could do. “Okay, just follow me and trust me.” She continued to whisper. She sucked in a breath before calling over a guard. “I just need to get this one out for a check up, I’m a bit worried.” The guard simply nodded and unlocked the cell. She gestured for the man to follow her to the infirmary, hoping that he at least understood that she was going to try and help him get what he needed.

In that moment Lucien didn’t know if she was kind or just stupid... or both. Unless it was gifted to him by a master or mistress he knew he wasn’t supposed to take blood but she seemed intent on helping him. Sliding off his cot, he quickly got up to follow her, giving her a look to ask if she was really going to do this. He would listen well enough to make sure they didn’t get caught because he wasn’t going to let someone get hurt because of him just for helping. Still, he wanted to make sure that she was sure about what she was doing.

for someone as vocal as landon, keeping quiet was the most difficult task next to impossible. he tried muffling his moans against lucien’s shoulder, the feeling of the other vampire’s cock rutting into him too good not to groan in ecstasy. as his muscles loosened the more aroused he became, he moved his hips in slow, erotic motions to fuck himself on the other male’s cock. he even lifted himself all the way to the tip and eased himself down slowly, just to feel the overwhelming sensation of lucien’s dick pushing into him. “cum a lot for me, baby,” he cooed, slipping his fingers into lucien’s hair to give it a jerk sideways, just so he could take a sensual bite of the vampire’s neck. slowly, he pulled blood, groaning as both the euphoria of his lust and hunger were sated at the same time.

She nodded slowly, a look of understanding crossing her features. “I guess I can see that. Regardless, if you want more, just let me know.” At this point she figured it was a victory getting him to relax and eat a little bit, so she wasn’t too concerned about anything else. She tucked her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them before resting her chin on her knees. “103 years,” she said simply with a small shrug. “I was born a werewolf, it’s what I’ve always been.”

He nodded, finally allowing a soft and genuine smile to cross his lips as he fixed his gaze to the floor. He finished the cup of blood, not quite sated but it was enough and it made him feel better that he could show restraint. It was much easier when he wasn’t drinking from a living source. “Werewolf,” he repeated. From what he knew vampires and werewolves weren’t supposed to get along but his sire had taught him nothing about the realities of vampirism and the limited knowledge he gathered here didn’t help.