Voyeur | By : amandalee Category: S through Z > Underworld Views: 3867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Viktor shifted in his large bed, taking a deep, tentative breath. He recently been awakened after a two-century slumber and had not used his lungs during all that time. The Elder’s body was still recuperating, and he has retreated to his personal chambers to get some rest before he was fully restored.
Turning onto his back, he stretched like a cat, his long, supple, naked body still slightly stiff from the long period of inactivity. The needles supplying him with blood had been taken out hours ago, and now his body was doing the rest of the work itself. Viktor’s usual appearance was almost restored; only his skin needed to regain some more colour.
It felt good being awake again. There were a lot of things he needed to catch up on… feeding… and whatever other needs his body had.
Viktor slid his hand in underneath the smooth, slight silk sheet which covered him, stroking his own chest and continuing downward. Past his flat belly and over his still quite prominent pubic bone. Then he encountered that which craved to be touched and closed his hand around the now semi-hard organ.
“Ahhh…” The soft whisper that left the Vampire Lord’s lips was soon accompanied by a much louder moan.
*~*~*
Kraven was on his way to the recently awakened Elder’s chambers to see how Viktor was feeling. He had barely spoken with his Sire after the awakening procedure and thought that now would be as good a time as any to do so. Viktor had had time to recuperate and surely wanted to taste some real blood. That was why Kraven was carrying a tray with two glasses almost filled with the precious life fluid: one for himself and one for Viktor.
Once he reached his destination, he spent a moment simply staring at the beautifully ornate door. No one had lived there for two centuries. The chambers had been tidied and prepared shortly before the awakening, but it felt odd knowing that they were inhabited again.
After some indecisive minutes, the appointed Regent finally gained the courage to raise his hand and knock on the door. He waited with anticipation, but there was no response. He knocked again, harder this time, but still nothing.
“My Lord…?” he called tentatively. “It’s me, Kraven… I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I thought you might like some refreshments? Are you asleep? My Lord? Viktor…?”
Still no answer. Kraven pressed the side of his face against the thick door, hoping to discern some sounds, but even his keen Vampire ears weren’t enough. “My Lord? Are you in there?” he called again and the first sting of fear for his Sire emerged. Had something happened to Viktor? Maybe the Elder had retreated too soon and was still too weak to get by without any further blood transfusion?
“May I come in?”
Kraven waited for an answer but was met with silence yet again. That settled it. He would not leave before he’d made sure Viktor was either alright or somewhere else. Trying the doorknob, he found it unlocked and carefully pressed it down, opening the door slowly…
The sight that met Kraven made the raven-haired Vampire’s jaw drop to the floor. His Sire was lying on his king-sized bed, stark naked, sheets kicked back, vigorously pumping his hard shaft, engorged and purplish with arousal. He was also moaning… although no sounds had gotten through the solid door to his chambers.
Kraven’s first thought was that he simply had to be imagining this and even blinked a few times just to make sure. It didn’t help. Viktor was still there, still as enraptured and clearly oblivious of Kraven’s presence. The younger Vampire knew what he should do. He should back out, close the door as softly as possible, and try his best to forget the sight before him. But he couldn’t do it. Viktor’s intimate display of self-pleasure kept him riveted to the spot, and he couldn’t help staring at the masturbating Elder with fascination and… excitement.
Almost fully restored, Viktor’s body was truly beautiful; long, graceful limbs, thin, wiry muscles and sinews, pale, spotless skin, now covered by a slight sheen of sweat… and his endowment wasn’t bad either. Unaware of himself, Kraven licked his lips and his fangs elongated against his full bottom lip. He wasn’t going anywhere…
*~*~*
Nothing mattered anymore… nothing except driving himself toward a climax. Viktor threw his head back and howled almost like a Lycan, jerking his throbbing, bursting cock with quick, rough strokes. He was so close now… close to having his first orgasm in over two hundred years.
Only seconds later he came, and his seed - albeit in a small amount - splashed his stomach and fist. Drained, the Elder sank back against his plush velvet pillows and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his left hand. With his right he was still touching his now softening member, caressing rather than pumping it. What he craved now was blood… hot, rich, human blood; not the stale taste of cattle he’d gotten used to drinking.
Suddenly he jerked from pure terror. There was someone else in the room with him! Now that he wasn’t “occupied” anymore, he could feel it! Viktor’s head snapped in the direction of the door, and he instantly spotted the intruder.
Kraven!
*~*~*
Kraven thought he was going to die. If not by Viktor’s hand, then at least from a bursting heart. The Elder’s body twitched and his head turned toward the door, ice-blue eyes fixing straight on Kraven. There was as much shock in Viktor’s eyes as in the Regent’s own.
He dropped the tray with the two glasses and simply fled the scene, running faster than he’d ever done before. He neither cared about nor noticed the glasses shattering and splashing the crimson liquid on the floor and the nearby walls. Nothing mattered now… except getting as far away from Viktor as possible.
Kraven’s head was buzzing and he didn’t dare looking over his shoulder to see if Viktor had come after him. But he prayed to God that he hadn’t!
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