D-Haunted Eternal - His Thirst 2
Haunted Eternal - His Thirst Part 2
Candles flickered against the stone walls with shimmering flecks of light making the place feel warm like something planned far in advance. The truth is I never had a clue that old man would be lying in my path nor did I even suspect my own reaction to him. I watched him devour his food like a starving beast with no mind of my presence. He is not concerned about me or how this meal became, simply grateful to eat. His hunger had moved me to the point that I was undecided what to do next.
That kind of hunger is within us all. I guess it is what drives us to do the craziest things, or let the most outrageous things carry on. I have given largely to those who were never really in need, their reaction, and what remained was little to nothing. I would wager this man will never forget this night should he live for eternity. And something inside of me has taken a pity on him I suppose, or maybe something else to. His striking looks are handsome and his eyes sparkle. His lips so very kissable and my wanting to touch them may have been what anchored the thought in me to move toward him.
The whisper of breath left my lips before I ever stood and he must have felt the kiss of breeze touch his cheek. His face lifted and his eyes met with mine. I stood and moved toward his chair my feet were not touching ground but air carried me to him. My thoughts were vague and unsure but measured with need and lust.
He stood to face me and said very quickly but with real self assurance. “Do you think that I do not know what you are?” I saw him shake a little but he held his hand up and pointed to me hard.
The animal that I was, the thing that I fought against now raged with both torment and desire. One quick sweep and we both were fast against the castle wall. My build did not express the strength that pinned the old man in my grip. My mouth covered his flesh just above his right shoulder as my hand pulled at the fresh clothes I had gifted him earlier. I still cringed with the agony of wait. I tore at the crisp white shirt, tearing it completely from his body. My lips kissed his chest and caressed the flesh they held. My tongue teased over before my teeth broke the skin a little over his right nipple. I licked at the blood that now made a tiny stream, sucking only a little, and not wanting our communion to end to quickly.
'Old Man' my voice was a whisper but it shook as my lips quivered over his scent.
There was no answer. I felt his heart pounding hard against my own. The calling of his living flow deafened me and my senses craved nothing more than to take him at that very moment.
'Old Man...What do you want?' My words were sterner this time and they squeezed through gritted teeth, pleading for an answer.
I felt his throat gargle to make his words and my head raised up. My hunger was quieting enough for the old soul to be heard. The dimness of light saved him from seeing the black depths of me but I still closed my eyes to be sure. His voice was a whisper and hushed with fear but he was steady and sure.
'I want anything but what I am'. This was his answer and still a question stayed.
My lips kissed his, and then trailing to his neck. His pain came across and rushed through my veins as my teeth dug a little deeper, teasingly into his flesh. I could not help but moan in unison with his. I resisted the urge to bite deeper slowing my drink to listen and allowed the visions to come.
So many years he had suffered and been alone. He was forgotten by the world. What kept him going? My hand searched for his face to comfort and my fingers touched his hair. I could remember its color that gave way his age. He laid his head in my hand and surrendering to what was. Undoing his pants, I released my bite and dropped to my knees. I put his half hardened cock in my mouth and his hips responded with a gentle rocking motion.
I pulled away all of this clothing while feeling his cock stiffen. He began to fuck my mouth harder. I wanted to taste all of him. His hands held my head, and pulling at me harder and harder. His hard cock slid down my throat and I felt his hot cum begin shooting. I swallowed all of him and when he finished I eased my mouth over the still rather hard flesh. When I looked up at him, he smiled at me. With his softening dick in my hand, I asked “You ready?” He nodded and my teeth sank into his inner thigh biting deep and hard, I drank.
There was no fight and I knew he would go easily into the dark.
