It was dark outside the throne room windows, the moon reflecting soft tones of the stained glass on the stone floor. Dracul had his head in his hands, leaning to the side of the throne, eyes closed, almost looking asleep to those who did not know the Prince. But those who served the Prince knew this act of simple rest, was deceptive. He may rest his eyes for a moment, but Dracul never slept, always being ready for anything, or anyone, who dared to lay their hands on him or his Castle.
And like a stone he was, as the doors to the throne room opened, revealing the lean figure of his doll, Isaac. It was a strange being, covered in tattoos, made from a dark power unknown to Dracul, and scars, to which it still has not told Dracul of their backstories. Dracul cracked his eyes, but only just enough to not give away his awareness of the doll in the room.
What a doll it was. Its hair had gained length since being here, coming down to its shoulders now, braided to keep it out of its face. It wasn't wearing much, only in a nightgown that barely came to its mid thighs, but was big enough at the top for the sleeves to slip down its shoulder. Those long legs were covered by stockings that came up to its knees and a short pair of wool socks over those. It always got so cold so easily, and with the location of the Castle being primarily in mountains under the constant assault of blizzards, Dracul tried to keep it warm.
"Dracul?" Its voice sounded in the mostly empty room, echoing slightly from the walls, slightly hoarse from having woken up recently, "are you awake?"
Dracul made no move to let Isaac know he was awake, or having even heard it. At getting no response, Isaac walked over to the throne, its footsteps softened by the wool socks. There were some steps up to the throne itself, that Isaac carefully took. The last thing it wanted was to embarrass itself by slipping and falling in front of Dracul.
Upon reaching the last step, and directly standing in front of the resting vampire, Isaac reached its hand out, "Dracul?"
Only to let out a yelp as Dracul let out a playful growl, surprising it by grabbing Isaac around the waist and pulling it into his lap. The Prince leaned forward and puffed out his cheeks, blowing raspberries on the exposed skin of its shoulder, making Isaac nearly screech out a laugh. That laugh was music to his ears, and he couldn't stop his own chuckle as he let it push his head away, allowing it to catch its breath. He brushed away stray tears from Isaac's face, looking up at it.
By the Gods, both young and old, was Isaac a sight. Flushed face, disheveled hair that had fallen out of the braid, and a smile that reached its eyes. How could Dracul not reach up to press a kiss on those lips and rest his hands on its hips? Isaac kissed back, of course, but not without pushing on Dracul's shoulders, with a little pout on its face.
"My Prince," it whined, resettling itself to sit more comfortably on Dracul's lap, "I had called for you, why didn't you respond?" Oh, did Dracul find that pout cute.
"If I had, then I wouldn't have heard that pretty laugh of yours," a deep chuckle left his throat at the redness darkening on his doll's cheeks. Dracul was nothing, if not honest. Though, it wasn't just the redness that he admired, there was also something else in the air... A scent that he was very familiar with in the throne room, especially since he allowed the Succubus to reside here with him.
Lust. The Prince could smell, and feel Isaac's arousal. It was an exotic scent, smelling of Cinnamon and Myrrh. How could Dracul not lean in closer to bury his nose into its neck and inhale deeply? Those long legs straddling him, with its cock pressing against his belt buckle, the cold metal must be at least a little uncomfortable, if the way it shifted was anything to go off of. Isaac flashed its eyelashes at him, and thought that he would just understand that it needed to press against him. Needed to feel his skin against it. Now, normally, Dracul would will away his clothes, and let his doll have whatever it wanted from him, but today... Oh, he was feeling a little cruel.
"Oh, my precious doll," he cooed, "if you want something, I expect you to ask nicely first." And that made Isaac shoot its yellow eyes down at him. With a smile that could rival the warg who caught the harpy, Dracul gripped its hips tightly, and guided it to continue its grinding against his belt. Isaac moaned and squirmed, but clearly was not pleased in being denied what it wanted, of its nails digging into Dracul's shoulders were to be believed.
And if he thought for a moment that Isaac wouldn't be stubborn, and keep it's pretty mouth shut. Those beautiful moans, all locked away by his doll being a little brat who wasn't getting its way for once. Well, he had put out his request for what he wanted from the Doll, and if Isaac couldn't deliver this quite simple request, there was no need for him to give it what it wanted.
Isaac bit its lip, trying to keep from moaning loudly as its cock dragged along that cold, metal buckle. The texture gave it some variations of friction to work with, and Dracul's merciless hands were preventing it from leaving its current position. So all it could do was grind down awkwardly, trying to avoid the sharp parts of the buckle. The coldness from the Castle made the metal belt cold against it, something it normally would be bothered by, but its rising body temperature made the chill feel nice.
It figured that Dracul would snap soon... He had to, because like hell Isaac was going to sit and beg. It wasn't his dog.
"Aw, my pretty doll, what's with the pout?" A dark chuckle purred from his throat, "I know you know how to speak." With those big hands spreading from its thighs and hips, making Isaac shudder.
"I wouldn't need to pout, if my master knew how to please me."
"Oh? So I don't know? Then please, show me how to please you."
And with that, his hands left Isaac's hips, leaving it to work itself out on his lap. It swallowed, feeling a little less confident in its decision, but stubbornness was Isaac's middle name. If this is how Dracul wanted to play, then it would play.
With its jaw set, it started to grind down harder, trying to keep its moan quiet, as to not give Dracul the satisfaction of hearing it. Now that the vampire wasn't gripping it, Isaac was able to work more freely with its hips, finally gaining a rhythm to its grinding.
Its orgasm hit sooner than expected, lowering its head and groaning out as white splatters painted the belt and its nightgown. At least Dracul was kind enough to let Isaac ride out its orgasm, before he spoke again.
"oh? Were you that worked up doll?" He spoke, taunting it for a moment, "but I guess you're satisfied now, so why don't you go back to bed?"
Isaac nearly growled at that. How dare Dracul work it up, and then basically drop it the moment it had finished? No. This doll didn't become Dracul's just because it was cute, it would taunt him the same way he did to it.
"My Prince," it purred, "why don't I clean you up first?" It asked, stepping back, before going to its knees, kneeling between Dracul's legs. Looking him in the eyes, Isaac's tongue licked long strips on the belt, its tongue dipping into each crack and crevice, cleaning its seed off of the, now warmed, metal. The Prince growled, watching Isaac's performance, with Isaac knowing that no matter how much it pushed, he would never harm it.
Distracted by its thoughts, Isaac hissed and pulled away when a sharp piece of metal from the belt cut its tongue. Dracul was instantly alarmed, though, his attention was more on the blood dripping from his doll's mouth.
"Let me help you with that," he purred, reaching up and kissing Isaac, pressing his tongue against its lips, encouraging it to open its mouth into the kiss. When given access, Dracul couldn't stop himself, pushing himself more into it, craving the taste of its blood. Its blood tasted like it smelled, cinnamon, with a unique taste that came from its Devil Forging powers. He couldn't place the taste, but it was something vaguely iron like blood, but something sweet and spicy simultaneously.
Sharpened claws gripped its hips tighter, and with a blink of an eye, Dracul's belt and pants faded into ash, allowing both of their cocks to press against each other, making them moan into each other's mouth. Now having full access, Isaac couldn't stop its hips from grinding down into Dracul's, which the vampire only encouraged, using those clawed hands to guide its hips.
Isaac's hand reaches down, wrapping around both of their cocks, as it pulls away from the kiss for much needed oxygen. Dracul growls, feeling a little overwhelmed by the pleasure, so he licked and sucked on its neck, before biting down, just needing somewhere he could place his mouth as they both sought their pleasured highs.
The mostly emptied room was filled with their moans and pants, and the sound of their cocks pressing against each other, and the creaking of the old throne. Dracul pulled off of Isaac's neck, pulling it back down into a deep kiss. Pulling its hand off of their cocks and wrapping its arms around his neck, solely trying to focus on its hip movements, but its hips started stuttering as that high began to rise.
With a growl, Dracul flipped their positions on the throne, pulling Isaac's legs around his waist, and controlling their grinding. His doll's skin flushed from the heat of the pleasure, the gown raised and torn from the claws currently digging into its soft skin, drawing little droplets of its blood to the surface.
Pulling away one more time, Isaac cried out as its vision whited out, only knowing pleasure and love as it coated its and Dracul's stomach. Panting, it slowly comes back from its high, regaining its sight just in time to witness Dracul's face as his seed joins Isaac's on their bodies. What a beautiful man, a beautiful vampire.... And a tiresome being.
Dracul purred into Isaac's neck, sighing as they both come down from the pleasure. Isaac couldn't stop thinking of the love it had for the vampire. With a hum, both found themselves completely nude and the Castle deposited them into the baths. Whatever Isaac had come inside the throne room, looking for Dracul for, was gone from its mind, replaced by the warmth of the water and the pressure of having someone who cherished it and loved it.
