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Claiming the Slayer's Son 2: Blood Training (Gay Vampire BDSM Paranormal Romance)

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44 pages39 minutes

Summary

Daniel loves his life and sex with his Vampiric Sire, Vallos, but as former vampire slayer still is very reluctant to drink from the blood of the living. Armed with black vinyl and a riding crop, will Vallos's “special training” be enough to bring his wayward fledgling back from weakness and self-imposed hunger? Will it be enough for Daniel to pass his final test into becoming a true vampire, or were him and his sire never meant to be together?

WARNING: This Adults Only erotic tale contains vampiric blood drinking, BDSM and light humiliation, a blood filled enema (vampiric feeding, not colon cleansing), analingus, spanking, riding crop play, frottage play, and anal sex. 10,100 words.

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I rest my hands on his shoulders, and place a kiss on the back of his neck. He softens in an instant, registering my touch. I get closer, wrapping my arms around him, letting my chest and groin rub against him through my clothes.
“You will not change my mind on this,” he says softly.
Drat, he really does know me well. But still, give me time.
I kiss his neck again and again. Being this close to him always makes me unravel. My prick hardens, and starts to slide down one pant leg. Pain dances in my fangs' sockets, and I try to keep them from lengthening as well. My kisses leave blotches of blood from my seeping fangs. I try to clean the discharge, under the pretense of pleasuring him with my tongue.
“I want to feed from you.” I say.
“It will not nourish you, Daniel. My blood is meant to give you your powers, and immunity from the sun, but it can not work on a vampire as starved as you.”
He turns to me, the light in his eyes dances. Why do I feel like I'm I trouble?
“You need blood that is as red as poppies, coppery and delicious...” he says in a low, even tone.
He moves over me on the bed, raising a leg so that he is astride me. ?He continues, whispering to me.
“It's so hot when you first take it from the vein, so bright and scalding...”
I can't help but imagine his words, and my prick hardens. I resist licking my lips.
His hand drifts under my shirt and in one deft movement, his hand is at my chest, and his thumb tormenting my nipple.
“I can see how you want it, Daniel. Your interest is only natural, healthy...”
My underwear chaffs my erection, but even that just sends arcs of pleasure through my hips.
“...you have no idea what the thought of your hunger does to me, my fledgling.”
He kisses me on the lips, a firm press at first, and then parting his warm mouth. Our tongues mingle, stoking my desire, the tip of his tongue grazing the point of my fangs, making them lower instantly.
I take a sharp drag of air as his attention moves down to my neck, and he murmurs and suckles the skin there.
Oh no, he's turning the seduction right back at me.
He presses the flat of his fangs against my jugular, teasing me. I bite my lip, trying not to respond. I can't let him talk me into anything.

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