[Content warnings: Contains explicit sexual content and blood drinking. For mature readers only.]

Sated.

That is how the vampire prince felt. He sat in an armchair, body fully relaxed. Moonlight shone through the window, the only source of illumination in the dark room. It cast an eerie glow, accentuating how inhumanly perfect the vampire really was.

He looked towards the bed where his new thrall slept. The taste of the youth’s blood blessedly lingered in his mouth. Perhaps he himself had been the one to become enthralled.

Prince Isaac had tasted rare blood before, by his sire’s permission. Lusciously rich, most vampires could hardly handle more than a couple of mouthfuls. Like full-bodied wine, rare blood was meant to be sipped and savored. However, he would have to be careful with Juniper. The boy had been a test of his control like nothing before.

Prince Isaac recalled how the dulcet blood had flowed onto his tongue. It was light and mellow. The gentle sweetness had danced over his taste buds, full of life—just like the boy from whence it came. He could easily drain the slave of every single drop. He wouldn’t though, as he intended to keep him.

That heavenly blood was the perfect culmination of the pleasures Prince Isaac had found in the youth’s body. A delicious dessert to the feast he had partaken.

He could still visualize the sensual curve of his spine… the way his sing-song voice had begged and moaned… how his mind had become unraveled in rapture… and those eyes.

The vampire prince actually wanted to witness the moment when he would awake.

For now, his thrall needed sleep. Earlier in the night, he’d summoned Lynn to clean the boy, and now he looked serene, deep in his transformative slumber.

Isaac had gotten showered and freshened up. He didn’t need to sleep at that time; vampires slept, but not as much as a human required. Now, he intentionally ignored the growing political issues and notifications of work piling up on his pad. His mind only had room for the pretty youth tucked in his bed. 

To think… the boy could easily have been destroyed as an infant. Perhaps that particular policy needed to be looked into. It would likely help slave morale within their family units. Isaac recalled having read studies that showed less productivity in families that experienced the loss of a member.  

Humans were such sensitive beings. 

The sound of his door opening pulled the prince from his thoughts.  

“Master?”

Phoenix had always been bold. Ordinarily, Isaac didn’t mind. It meant the slave hardly bored him, but at that moment, he found himself annoyed.

The thrall’s lithe and graceful form padded closer to where the vampire sat.

“He didn’t last very long for you… did he, Master?”

“He’s undernourished and inexperienced. With the venom in his veins and proper food, his stamina will improve.”

The elegant boy edged closer and dropped to his knees before the prince.

“I can give you more, Master.”

True, the vampire prince had wanted to go harder and for longer with his new thrall, but he was aware that the boy wouldn’t be able to handle it… yet.

Nevertheless, Prince Isaac had been left fully sated.

He looked at the beautiful slave before him. Pale blonde hair glimmered in the moon’s glow. A platinum collar set with sapphires adorned his neck. Delicate chains draped around his bare torso and wove through small hoop piercings that decorated coral nipples. His eyes, perfectly matching the sapphire jewels, were cunning with—what the vampire knew to be—ulterior motives.  

But Prince Isaac decided to indulge the boy.

He splayed his long legs in silent invitation, beckoning the youth to follow through with his offer.

Phoenix crawled towards his master.

He placed his hands on powerful thighs and inched them slowly closer to the easily opened robe. Pushing it aside, he revealed the prince’s cock, not fully erect yet, but the boy knew how to take care of that.

Isaac looked down as the slave began to worship his cock, just the way he liked it. He started slow, with unhurried kisses and light licks. He then leisurely tongued the length of him from root to tip, before taking him in his mouth. Phoenix was well-trained and experienced.

—Just the opposite of the pure boy who slept soundly, not too far from them. Isaac let himself imagine Juniper in place of Phoenix, his unsure mouth working him clumsily but also earnestly in his desire to please. Isaac’s cock swelled even further. Phoenix lightly choked.

The boy expertly recovered himself and resumed his work. Phoenix was indeed skillful as he sucked languidly and deep, not going too fast to start. He knew his master preferred to build up slowly, savoring the pleasure.

Yes, that was how Isaac usually enjoyed oral sex, but he found himself impatient this time. He clutched the boy’s hair to look him in the eyes.

“Touch yourself. You know not to come yet.”

Phoenix freed his straining cock from his shorts and stroked. The vampire, still holding the back of the boy’s head, pulled him down onto his length and proceeded to fuck his mouth. The slave quickly opened his throat as he ably handled the depth and punishing pace.

Phoenix moaned around his master’s cock, as his own pleasure intensified. Isaac pushed himself one final time down the boy’s throat and filled it with his cum. The thrall eagerly swallowed every last drop like it was a generous gift.

The prince pulled out of the boy’s warm mouth and situated himself under the robe once more. Phoenix slumped against his thigh.

“Master… please, please drink from me.”

The slave had done well, as usual. It would be cruel to deny his request, as thralls yearned to be fed from. Pity that the blood would wash away the sweet taste of his new thrall.

He grabbed the boy’s wrist and sank his fangs in.

Phoenix moaned and came—spilling onto the floor.  

Prince Isaac drank only a little. Just enough to reward the slave. At a rating of 86, Phoenix’s blood was quite good. He still lamented losing the taste of the rare blood.  

The wound healed quickly, from the thrall’s own abilities, and he continued to rest on the prince’s leg after tucking himself back into his slim-fitting shorts.

“Thank you, Master,” he said breathlessly.

Isaac reached down and caressed the boy’s cheek. The touch may have been soft, but danger glinted behind the vampire’s eyes.

“You may leave now, Phoenix.”

The boy looked disappointed, but he wasn’t foolish enough to disobey a direct order. He got up and made his way to the door.

“Oh, and Phoenix…”

He turned around and looked at his master expectantly.

“Unless summoned, do not come to me again.”

A cold shiver ran down Phoenix’s spine. His face showed a look of fear, but Isaac didn’t miss the fleeting anger flash across the boy’s eyes before it was wisely masked.

“Yes, Master.” With a bow and a quick glance in the direction of the sleeping slave, he left the room.

* * *

It was hot. Unbearably so. Heat enveloped him. Penetrated him. Became him.

“Help…” The boy weakly called out.

“Juniper…” It was his mother’s voice!

“My little Jun.”

“Mother! I need you, please, don’t let me go alone…” 

“Be brave, my little Jun.”

“I can’t! I’m so lost—please stay with me!”

“I love you…”

“I love you too! Please… please, don’t leave me…”

The voice had already gone. Only the heat remained.

The boy began to cry, his tears evaporating to nothingness. Flames crawled along his body. He was burning away. Nothing would be left of him!

He reached out. For anything. For anyone.

A firm hand grabbed his own. It was solid and steady. A relieving coolness started where their hands connected. It then gradually spread down his arm.

Finally!

The flames began to abate. Though, they left a tingle on his skin.

“Thank you!”

There was no reply, but the hand remained. It grounded him. Saved him from the heat.

The boy attempted to grasp at the hand—to seek out further comfort. It only remained still, offering nothing more.

The boy was thankful it had taken away the heat, but an emptiness seeped into his heart.

This time his tears could fall properly. He cried into an abyss. The lonely realm he had found himself in started to fade…

Juniper stirred awake.

End: Part I