[Content Warnings: This chapter contains explicit sexual content that is dubious and non-consensual. For mature readers only. Please read at your own discretion.]

A touch on Juniper’s back woke him from his slumber. A hand, following the curve of his spine downward, left behind a tingling heat on his sensitive skin.  

The boy knew it was Isaac. The vampire’s unique presence was telling. He could feel a craving emanating from him. It was deep and all-consuming, and it threatened to swallow Juniper whole.

Prince Isaac’s hand left his back, and Juniper shifted where he lay, to face the vampire prince. The moment had come. A shiver coursed through his body. The boy wasn’t sure what to do or what was expected of him.

Fingers felt the hem of his robe. They moved along the material to meet the tie at the boy’s side. Deft movements undid Lynn’s work, and with a swish, Juniper’s torso was bared.

Isaac took in the sight. The youth’s nipples hardened to little peaks, and gooseflesh appeared on his flawless skin—whether it was from the cool air or the sudden exposure before the vampire prince, Jun couldn’t tell.

Rather than moving in to touch, Isaac stood up from the bed. He had yet to say a word.  

Juniper could hear the sounds created from the friction of fabrics as Isaac removed his suit jacket, vest and tie, but nothing else. They fell carelessly to the floor.

The vampire prince crept onto the bed, languidly stalking closer to the boy. Jun felt like an easy meal laid out for him. His heart hammered in his chest, and he felt a rising panic. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

Prince Isaac’s warm hand softly touched his cheek. “Shh, sweet boy.”

The touch and words relieved some of Jun’s trepidation. They grounded him, giving his mind something to focus on. Isaac’s hand moved on to his chest. He lightly grazed the shallow valley between the boy’s pectorals, sliding down to the soft flesh of his stomach.  

The touch tickled Jun, but he didn’t laugh. His body flinched slightly at the over-stimulation. It was impossible to hold still.

Without warning, Prince Isaac lowered his head and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth. 

Jun moaned as the vampire rolled his tongue over the sensitive bud and lightly nibbled with his alarming vampire teeth. Juniper’s back arched, and his hands clutched at the luxurious sheets.

The prince moved on to the other side, giving the same attention to the neglected nipple. Jun’s body was already overwhelmed with sensations—one side felt cold, wet from saliva in the chill air, and the other warm as Isaac’s tongue continued to flick at it.  

Jun felt his hard prick constricted against the soft fabric of his fitted pants. He was sure it was noticeable.

Confirming his worry, the vampire glided his hand down to palm the bulge, granting exquisite pressure. The boy writhed. It felt so unbelievably good. His pelvis moved of its own accord, pressing into the prince’s touch.

“Your body responds beautifully to me.”

“P-please…” Juniper wasn’t quite sure what he was asking for.  

Prince Isaac pulled him upright, letting the robe fall entirely away from the boy’s narrow shoulders before laying him back on the sheets. He then swiftly peeled off his pants, revealing smooth, pale legs. Finally, Isaac pressed a finger to the back of the slave collar, taking it off Juniper’s slender neck.

He lay there, naked and trembling—his prick already dripping wet, though it had barely been touched. He waited expectantly for the vampire to do something, anything.

“What is it that you want, sweet boy?” Prince Isaac’s voice was calm, controlled.

“Please, please touch me again… m-more.”

“Mmm. So honest. Address me as ‘Master.’”

Juniper could hardly take the feelings coiling around his groin. It was too much, yet not nearly enough.

“Please! Touch me, Master!”

Isaac reached down and enveloped the boy’s prick in his hand and began stroking up and down. The movement was measured and slow, and it drove the boy delirious. He tried to thrust his hips up, but the vampire’s other hand held him down by the stomach—it didn’t take much effort on his part.

Tears pooled in Juniper’s eyes in frustration. “Master… Please… m-more!” 

With movements too quick for his mind to latch onto, Prince Isaac flipped the boy onto his stomach. A hand pressed onto his upper back, holding him in place.

The prince’s other hand grasped Jun’s waist and then moved down to palm the supple flesh of his ass. The touch was rough and hungry, surely leaving marks.

Juniper felt a possessiveness from the prince. The idea of being wanted so unequivocally sent sparks straight to his straining cock, and feeling the bedsheets against it only served to make him desperate for more satisfying touches. He wriggled as much as he could.

“You have become such a wanton little thing.”

The boy was confused when he felt Isaac move to retrieve something from the bedside table. There was the sound of a glass bottle placed against a wooden surface, and then the prince was back at Jun’s side.

He flinched when he felt a parting of his flesh and a slick finger against his most intimate entrance.

“Wait! P-please, Master…”

Juniper knew how he and Isaac would join together, but he still recoiled. It felt dirty, even if the bath attendants had been very thorough.

His plea didn’t stop the vampire, who pushed his oil-covered finger easily into the boy’s hole.

He whimpered at the slight stinging in his ring of muscles. It felt foreign and unnatural as Isaac maneuvered his finger in and out of the tight opening. 

Jun did his best to hold still and control the shaking of his body—it helped that Isaac’s other hand was still firm upon his upper back. He wanted to do good. However, he couldn’t stop himself from crying out when he felt a second finger enter the space that already felt too full.

“Shhh.” The prince moved to pet Jun’s hair. “I’m getting you ready for me, sweet boy.”

The touch calmed him, and his muscles seemed to relax. Isaac took the opportunity to add yet another finger. This time, the pain was faint, and sensations started to build in the youth’s groin once more.

With ebbing resistance from the boy’s body, Isaac continued to slide his fingers in and out of him, bringing Jun feelings he had never dreamed of. He began to wonder how all of the man would feel.

Then, Prince Isaac pulled his fingers out of the boy, who immediately felt empty. He seamlessly lifted Jun’s back half onto his knees while his chest stayed against the bed. The vampire widened Juniper’s legs while he situated himself between them.

Jun felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. He buried his face into the sheets, trying to brace himself for what was to come.

Isaac pulled his hard cock out of his pants and positioned it at the waiting hole presented before him. The boy gasped and flinched when he felt it. How would that fit inside!

The vampire didn’t give Juniper the time to dwell on it as he eased himself in. He went slow, but wouldn’t stop, even as Jun’s muscles tensed, and he cried out in pain.

It hurt. It hurt so much.

Juniper’s body shook from the pain. Tears poured from his eyes, wetting the sheets. It was too much. He was too filled up inside.

When the entire length of the man was fit within the boy, he paused. Jun felt his warm hand caress the curve of his spine.

“Master… it-it hurts,” the boy softly cried.

He continued to stroke his back as soothingly as the dark prince was capable. He leaned over the boy, towards his ear.

“You feel so good inside,” he whispered. “Relax your body. Open up to me.”

His prince had given him a command. Juniper breathed in and out and focused his mind on the gentle touch on his back. Slowly, the sharp pain receded. Thankfully, Isaac remained unmoving, giving his body the chance to adapt.

“Good boy.”

Jun’s heart leaped at the praise. He was doing good? The notion helped him calm even further. He wanted to do his very best for his prince—his Master.

Isaac began to pull back, and when the tip of his cock nearly left the boy’s warmth, he thrust himself back in, continuing at a steady but rapid pace.

It was an odd combination of pain-pleasure for Juniper. Every push forward sent heat to his own cock. The prince reached around and began stroking the boy in time with his thrusting.

He couldn’t help the moans escaping his mouth.

Jun was surprised at himself. Where before it was all too much to handle, now his body demanded more. Prince Isaac dominated him so completely. He could feel his prick dripping, aiding the slide of his master’s hand.

Isaac stopped stroking Jun and placed both his hands on his hips for leverage. His pace turned fervent and erratic. Juniper hadn’t even realized the prince had stopped touching him—he was too overwhelmed with sensation. 

The vampire reached down and seized the boy’s neck. He pulled him up—pliant back against rigid chest. All the while continuing his brutal pounding. He wrapped an arm around Jun’s smaller body, melding them closer together.

This position caused Prince Isaac’s cock to reach new places within the boy. Juniper clutched onto the strong arm, desperately clinging to something solid as his pleasure built and his mind unraveled.

With his other hand, the vampire pulled the boy’s hair to expose the side of his neck. Isaac pressed his nose against the pulsing flesh and inhaled the boy’s scent. Juniper could sense the vampire losing control. It scared him. His prince was always in control.

Jun felt a sharp sting—the vampire bit into him. He let out an involuntary cry.

The pain lasted only a moment before it turned into absolute euphoria. Juniper came, his prick sending spurts onto the bed before him. He went limp in his Master’s arms.

Prince Isaac drank deeply, releasing his venom as he did so. As soon as the blood coated his mouth, he filled the boy with his own release, shoving himself inside a few more times to finish.

He stopped himself before he took too much. He licked up the small amount of blood that had dripped, but his saliva wouldn’t fully heal the bite mark of a thrall. It would be permanent, for as long as the boy was his.

He pulled himself out of his new thrall and gently laid him back against the soft bed. 

Jun couldn’t think anymore. He had been undone—turned into something new. The vampire venom coursed through his veins, leaving a trail of molten fire in its wake. He felt himself slipping into darkness.

Just before Juniper succumbed to unconsciousness, Isaac noticed a subtle glow in his eyes—as if electricity sparked behind the pale, ice-blue irises. It was breathtaking.