E - Haunted Eternal - His Death
Haunted Eternal - His Death
Still, warm and limp, his body waited. His hands held our embrace as I eased him downward. His cock was soft and the wound I created was dripping. My mouth covered the open flesh and I drank deep swallowing the hot fluid again and again. I felt his sex rub against my face and I backed from my drink with a growling. I gritted together my bloody red teeth and rubbed my palm over his softened cock. I wanted to know him hard again. I wanted to feel him fuck me. I wanted to see him vital and living, living a life that he had not been privy to until now. I wanted to make sure of that.
I knelt over his naked body, hoisting mine in air and I hovered over his resting one. I just looked upon his dying face and pondered. Peacefulness remained at the crossroads, any direction would do. I was safe to lead. It was time, and a choice was to be made. Would he die and go into a better place than the one he now knew? Should I keep him with me and make him like me with gifts his mind could never describe?
My bloody kiss felt his lips as they began to turn cold and that same feeling, that sorrow came over me. I wanted to; no I needed to save him. It may have been for my own selfish reasons, but I still hope to this day it was for more, and that he truly discovered that for himself. I used one of my long, razor sharp finger nails to open my flesh for his drink. Pulling him close to me, and directing his lips to my neck, I felt him quiver against my wet, pouring nurture. Then I felt his gentle embrace turn to a rough hold, gripping me closer, taking me completely against him. I had to fight and struggle, and when I was finally free from his feeding, I stood to watch him change.
Looking over his naked and bloody body, I wanted to undress and lye beside him. I knew the cold he would soon be feeling and the turmoil his body was about to withstand. I wanted to whisper to him that it would be alright and that the pain would pass. He needed to hear me tell him, this new life I have given to him will be more than anything that he can imagine. I should have lay down beside him and told him all of these things, but I did not. They were lies and I had taken a kind old man for my own selfish pleasure, and for my own redemption.
My magic had already been worked on him some, making him clean and well dressed. He had enjoyed a wonderful meal and drank his favorite drink, a bottle of whisky. I had sucked his cock and drank his seed with as much vigor as when taking his life. Human pleasure was what I wanted him to have and I stood here hoping he had felt that. Now, my blood was changing him even more. I could clearly see an old man growing younger. He would always and forever more be a man of age. It is not possible to completely reverse this, but his hair is no longer gray, and his face is smoother.
His eyes were partly opened and with an icy stone glaze to them starring straight forward. I knew from my own experience, he could see me and he was aware of his surroundings. I knelt down and lowered my face to his. My lips kissed his and my hand caressed over his chest. I could feel his heart beating. I wanted this to be over so that I could feel him make love to me. I wanted our bodies close, and I wanted to know all of him. I realized then that he never told me his name. My lips over his whispered “your old life is over, when your torment is finished, you will be Collin”. A kiss to the one I will call Collin and I spoke to him “do not worry, I will return very quickly”.
