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The Hunted Part 2
Meep is feeling poorly. So is onecrazycanuke. This is raw because I didn't mean to stay up this late.
Continues from Drabble Cascade #131 - "Herring"
Title: The Hunted Part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 856
“What is a sweet thing like you doing standing in the dark all alone?” Oscar crooned letting his hand slide down from under his prey’s arm along the ribs and over the round of a hip before reversing course upward the same way. He intended to gently tilt the jaw of the dimly lit shadow of a face exposing the neck. Kisses would taste the skin and with the first start of the shiver he’d set his fangs, his other hand grasping hard over one cheek of the guy’s ass. It looked romantic done right and sometimes the prey, especially if they liked a bit of erotic pain, would orgasm making what was a comparatively good wine into a supremely prime beverage with subtle resonating undertones of flavor. Almost he gave a startled jerk as an all too sensuous caress trailed down his chest, pressing him slightly away as if his closeness inhibited the hand from its destination’s goal.
“Perhaps I was waiting for someone like you,” Albert purred back, his hand manipulating buttons open as his fingers neared his seducer’s waist. If he was lucky there wouldn’t be a belt there, then again belts had such good uses and the door to the alley was mere steps away. Oh, he thought with glee, there was a belt with a simple tang buckle. Perfect. The button under the buckle was easy and he monitored the progress of his supposed seduction, timing his first stroked grasp to the hard..? Albert almost giggled, so the seducer was anticipating his meal a little more than he’d planned. This was going to be delicious. Catching a firm grip of both sides of the now open pants waistband so it gave no indication of its perilous vulnerability, Albert strong armed them, with encouragement from the one who was almost literally in his hands, out the door into the darkness outside.
“So eager. I like that,” Oscar whispered almost in Albert’s ear, his words a ghosting along the outer rim as he followed it down to the lobe. His hand had come up behind his prey’s shoulder to cradle the unprotected nape sliding his thumb to the hinge of the jaw. Almost there, his lips hovering just below the ear in a sweet temptation of what he’d discover with the first tasting kiss of fragile, so warm defenseless skin.
They struck together, the kiss that slide fangs in sooner than the predator planned and the hand with clever thumb stroking over the liquid filmed head of the cock firmly held in a fast stroking grasp. The gasp and groan were in tandem as one of their strategy’s reached fruition.
Oscar had never tasted such exquisite blood, it flowed in an electric flame down his throat into his belly and pooled in his cock, filling him full in more ways than necessary.
From the other side, the erotic ichor the vampire fed him had Albert’s eyes rolling upward in ecstasy. He’d not need to feed for a week at this rate and in a rare instance he could well expel some of the excess by having his own orgasm. He chuckled and felt his throat vibrate against the fangs drinking in the vampire’s lascivious enjoyment of that feeling, “Now,” he commanded and spiked their mutual pleasure.
Slumped against the wall still connected, though Albert’s blood had finished its oozing from the lapped closure of the fangs’ entry, “What are you?” Oscar asked.
Coyly looking up into lightly gleaming eyes Albert grinned, “Your dinner?” and gasped as Oscar’s hand tightened slightly on its captured ass cheek. “Incubus.”
Tilting his head slightly Oscar asked, “Why aren’t you trawling for females?”
Albert shrugged, “I like guys and you,” he purred, “are the best meal I’ve had in forever unless you count the Roman orgy.”
“I didn’t deplete you too much?” Oscar asked somewhat hesitantly.
Purr deepening, “Oh no. If I fed like this all the time …” He sighed in goofy happiness.
Arms enclosed Albert like a trap, “So, my name’s Oscar and no more orgies for you. I’m willing to enter into contract with you.”
“Name’s Albert and I find you deliciously filling. How often do you think you’ll need to feed on me? As long as I get fed at the same time, I can see the beginning of a very boringly wonderful arrangement.”
Grinning down at his prey Oscar asked, “Boringly wonderful, huh? Once we figure this out we could add some kink into the mixture for spice.” Albert’s grin answered him. “I can see you like spice. I’ve a bit of experience in my long life.”
“Baby, you are talking to an incubus. Want to try fucking me while you feed next time?” Albert challenged. “How do you feel about rings in interesting places?” Oscar’s leer was all the answer needed.
A year later they went through the ceremony that told their various friends and families they were a bonded couple. It was as many weddings, the good ones anyway, the beginning of many other such bondings as Vampires met the Incubus or Succubus and vice versa of their long paranormal lives.
Continues from Drabble Cascade #131 - "Herring"
Title: The Hunted Part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 856
“What is a sweet thing like you doing standing in the dark all alone?” Oscar crooned letting his hand slide down from under his prey’s arm along the ribs and over the round of a hip before reversing course upward the same way. He intended to gently tilt the jaw of the dimly lit shadow of a face exposing the neck. Kisses would taste the skin and with the first start of the shiver he’d set his fangs, his other hand grasping hard over one cheek of the guy’s ass. It looked romantic done right and sometimes the prey, especially if they liked a bit of erotic pain, would orgasm making what was a comparatively good wine into a supremely prime beverage with subtle resonating undertones of flavor. Almost he gave a startled jerk as an all too sensuous caress trailed down his chest, pressing him slightly away as if his closeness inhibited the hand from its destination’s goal.
“Perhaps I was waiting for someone like you,” Albert purred back, his hand manipulating buttons open as his fingers neared his seducer’s waist. If he was lucky there wouldn’t be a belt there, then again belts had such good uses and the door to the alley was mere steps away. Oh, he thought with glee, there was a belt with a simple tang buckle. Perfect. The button under the buckle was easy and he monitored the progress of his supposed seduction, timing his first stroked grasp to the hard..? Albert almost giggled, so the seducer was anticipating his meal a little more than he’d planned. This was going to be delicious. Catching a firm grip of both sides of the now open pants waistband so it gave no indication of its perilous vulnerability, Albert strong armed them, with encouragement from the one who was almost literally in his hands, out the door into the darkness outside.
“So eager. I like that,” Oscar whispered almost in Albert’s ear, his words a ghosting along the outer rim as he followed it down to the lobe. His hand had come up behind his prey’s shoulder to cradle the unprotected nape sliding his thumb to the hinge of the jaw. Almost there, his lips hovering just below the ear in a sweet temptation of what he’d discover with the first tasting kiss of fragile, so warm defenseless skin.
They struck together, the kiss that slide fangs in sooner than the predator planned and the hand with clever thumb stroking over the liquid filmed head of the cock firmly held in a fast stroking grasp. The gasp and groan were in tandem as one of their strategy’s reached fruition.
Oscar had never tasted such exquisite blood, it flowed in an electric flame down his throat into his belly and pooled in his cock, filling him full in more ways than necessary.
From the other side, the erotic ichor the vampire fed him had Albert’s eyes rolling upward in ecstasy. He’d not need to feed for a week at this rate and in a rare instance he could well expel some of the excess by having his own orgasm. He chuckled and felt his throat vibrate against the fangs drinking in the vampire’s lascivious enjoyment of that feeling, “Now,” he commanded and spiked their mutual pleasure.
Slumped against the wall still connected, though Albert’s blood had finished its oozing from the lapped closure of the fangs’ entry, “What are you?” Oscar asked.
Coyly looking up into lightly gleaming eyes Albert grinned, “Your dinner?” and gasped as Oscar’s hand tightened slightly on its captured ass cheek. “Incubus.”
Tilting his head slightly Oscar asked, “Why aren’t you trawling for females?”
Albert shrugged, “I like guys and you,” he purred, “are the best meal I’ve had in forever unless you count the Roman orgy.”
“I didn’t deplete you too much?” Oscar asked somewhat hesitantly.
Purr deepening, “Oh no. If I fed like this all the time …” He sighed in goofy happiness.
Arms enclosed Albert like a trap, “So, my name’s Oscar and no more orgies for you. I’m willing to enter into contract with you.”
“Name’s Albert and I find you deliciously filling. How often do you think you’ll need to feed on me? As long as I get fed at the same time, I can see the beginning of a very boringly wonderful arrangement.”
Grinning down at his prey Oscar asked, “Boringly wonderful, huh? Once we figure this out we could add some kink into the mixture for spice.” Albert’s grin answered him. “I can see you like spice. I’ve a bit of experience in my long life.”
“Baby, you are talking to an incubus. Want to try fucking me while you feed next time?” Albert challenged. “How do you feel about rings in interesting places?” Oscar’s leer was all the answer needed.
A year later they went through the ceremony that told their various friends and families they were a bonded couple. It was as many weddings, the good ones anyway, the beginning of many other such bondings as Vampires met the Incubus or Succubus and vice versa of their long paranormal lives.
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They are part of my Big Mystic Smoke world (Blind Desire, The Dragon's Muse, Ermine & Bougainvillea, etc.) and while Phane is completely new to the world, Kazuhiko makes his appearance in The Ugly Incubus, which I've still to finish *sigh*, so I suppose he's a new character, too.
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And the dolls. There's probably an unhealthy amount of stuff about the BJD's that I collect. I currently own 33 of them (31 in-house, 2 paid for but still in production) and they're all characters from the novels I write.
If you're looking for original fiction, then you'll need to pop on over to my author LJ: http://id-locke.livejournal.com/profile
There's quite a bit of fiction posted there and they're all original. I am also a published author with Torquere Press and I'm a guest author at Yaoifix.com (that is a pay site although you can read the first chapter for free, I believe).
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I'm happy :)
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Went to the doc today, muscle relaxants and pain killers. But it's nothing major so yay?
Now we just need to hear about Cousin Frederick and Cousin Renald, the two groomsmen who 'disappeared' during the reception. *grin*