The Broken Circle (Part 6, Conclusion)
There were hands everywhere. Some warm, most cold. A blur of motion, as moving bodies colided and parted, grinding into each other in a complex melody of lovemaking. Kenneth's mind was in full overload, as his body kept sending more and more stimulating sensations, faster than it could hope to process. His body arcing and aching, encumbered by lust and passion like he had never known to exist. His over flooded mind teetering on the verge of shut down. How was he doing this? The thought popped up for a second in a faraway corner of his mind, and dissolved just as quickly. Under such an attack on the senses, there was no chance for thoughts to coalesce. No room for anything but the intense, all consuming pleasure, a blinding light surging through his body like an unstoppable storm. Kristian (No, MASTER Kristian) was all-present. His tongue working its way up Kenneth's neck, and somehow down his thighs as well. His strong hands held Kenneth's head firmly in place, while the deepest of kisses sent an incredibly long and agile tongue down Kenneth's inexperienced throat. Strong arms wrapping themselves around his quivering body, as his master lay beneath him, pounding his powerful engorged member in Kenneth's eager ass, while somehow still delivering a three-hour long blow job that could never compare to any porn movie young Kenneth has ever laid eyes on. Master must have the tounge of a snake, he thought, just before this thought evaporated into thin air like all the others before it.
Kristian was working hard. Well, working would not be the right word for this particular endeavor. This was a special night after all, and the boy deserved a special reward. The vampire used his superior, unnatural speed, creating multiple shadows of himself, as real as if he were actually there. All reaching out at once, entwining themselves with Kenneth's hungry, pulsing body. As a master in the many weaknesses of the human body, his many hands touched every pressure point, from the neck and ears to the palms of his feet. Cold, undead fingers, sending shivers of pleasure down neural pathways that were never designed to be used such a way, to take such abuse. His muscles, charged with the energy that only undeath can provide, overpowered the boys twitching and thrashing form, in essence holding him down in a form of moving, responsive bondage. This was Kenneth's fifth release in the last three hours, but Kristian was not quite finished yet. With the blink of an eye, his powerful mind penetrated Kenneth's feeble mortal brain, overpowering it and sending thoughts of endless pleasure and submission. Their minds now synchronized, the pace of their bodies matched up. Kristian's hands moving to meet Kenneth's needs before the boy could even vocalize them. To an outside spectator, they would seem as one person, convulsing and separating slowly into two identical twins. Their bodie's motion so perfectly aligned, that one could hardly tell where one ended and the other began. As the sixth and final eruption began, both mortal and undead alike sighed together in blissful orgasm, and collapsed exhausted on the bed. Kristian, still in the boy's mind, shared his utter feeling of exhaustion - remembering for the first time in two centuries the limitations and pleasures of mortality. As the silence slowly took over the sound of their heavy breathing, Kristian slid gently out of the boy's mind, leaving it a ravaged mess of fulfilled lust and endless gratitude. His eyes gilding over Kenneth's exhausted, sweaty form, as he slowly glided into sleep. The smile on his face was almost gentle, loving. Only the two lethal, sharpened fangs, broke that illusion. The boy was ready. Everything was now in place. He leaned back himself for a moment, then went outside, still completely naked. The cheap motel's parking lot was active, especially compared to this hour of night. As Johns drove up to the working boys and girls below, paying $50-$100 for a few stolen minutes they could not get with their own wives at home. Kristian took his place among them, getting looks of jealousy and even lust from his "fellow workers". His perfect chiseled form drawing attention, as it always did. The intense lovemaking had left the vampire hungry. Ravenous. Some lucky man was going to get more than what he bargained for tonight.
