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FEBRUARY 16th
Vasos's alarm went off in the morning, and though I felt well rested, Vasos looked like he could barely keep his eyes open and went straight for the coffee, which was sitting waiting for him outside the bedroom door. He then unlocked my bag from his safe.
I grabbed my things and headed into the bathroom. Just as I had started my shower, Vasos barged in again. This time, I didn't let myself be startled by his intrusion. "You couldn't wait again?" I asked.
"I had to urinate," he said, pulling his huge, olive dick out of his pajamas and starting to piss into the toilet. It intrigued me how the foreskin covered most of his dickhead, leaving just the dickhole free.
As soon as he was done washing his hands, I said, to him, "Alright, you can wait in your bedroom for me to finish now."
"I would, but I'd risk being late for work. I need to shower right away."
"You took a shower last night!"
"I shower twice a day," he said.
"Well, I'm clearly using the shower at the moment."
"It's a two person shower, sort of like the ones at the gyms," he said, coming into the shower and walking to the other side of the stall, where indeed I saw a second showerhead on the wall.
Without even asking my permission, he pulled off his pajamas and stood behind me in his side of the stall.
"It's a pretty small shower for two," I said. "I think this is really meant as a romantic shower for lovers to share, a far cry from a functional multi-person shower room."
"No, it's not that at all, it's totally functional, and is much too large to be considered a honeymoon shower. It could be total strangers that share a shower like this, and they'd never even notice each other."
He turned on his showerhead, and next thing I knew, he spun around and jumped towards me, moving quickly out of the spray of the water as if it had erupted burning acid instead of soft water. Suddenly, I felt his naked muscles touching my wet skin. I felt furry, muscled pecs against my upper back, his nipples against me. I felt his fury abs against my lower back. I felt his large bush tickle my tailbone. And most distinctly of all, I felt his soft, uncut unit against my butt. The thick, veiny shaft was totally pressed into my crack, his soft dickhead kissing my hole.
"Why do I feel your body all over mine? Why do I feel your dick on my butt?"
"Sorry, the water was frigid."
"You've lived in this wintry city for a long time. Shouldn't you be able to handle a little cold water hitting you?
"It will just take a moment for my water to heat up. There's nowhere else to stand besides against you."
"And what were you just saying about this shower being so big we could shower without ever getting in anyone's space? Here, you can have my warm shower. I was just finishing anyway."
I grabbed a towel and left the shower, drying off.
"Done so soon?" he asked, clearly disappointed.
"Take your time, I'll just be hanging out in the room." I grabbed my things and headed for the bedroom.
"Wait, don't go!" he said in alarm.
"Why not?"
"Because, um, because I need you to scrub my back. I fear my arms are far too muscled to reach easily behind me."
"I'll pass, but I will chip in so you can buy your own back scrubber."
I shut the bathroom door and felt good that I had a few moments to myself. I got dressed and then pulled out my cell phone, happy that I still got service, and I walked all the way across the massive room so Vasos wouldn't hear me.
I decided to give Ahmad a call, wanting to make sure he wasn't upset with me for cancelling my visit with him. It was, what, like fifteen hours time difference between us. When he didn't answer, I was worried I had miscalculated the time difference. His voice mail came on, and I left a message. Better to leave a message then have to talk to him live and risk him asking me questions I couldn't answer.
Just as I finished my message, I heard the bathroom door open behind me, and I spun around, surprised since I still heard the shower running.
There was Vasos, standing across the room in the bathroom doorway, naked and soaking wet, his soft dick swining back and forth. In his hands was a pistol that looked about a half century more advanced than the ones I'd used in the Territory, and it was pointed straight at me. "You move, and I'll be forced to discharge my Borchardt pistol," he said. "I knew you'd try to contact your people the second I turned my back!"
I followed his gaze to the phone in my hand. "No, you it's not what you think. It was just a harmless little phone call."
"To who, exactly?"
Telling him the truth was not an option. I had already made the mistake of letting the Logan Blood know about my friends and family, and wasn't going to tell anyone here about them. "I just called work to let them know I'd be coming in to bartend today."
"You called the Sneg Dvorec's kitchen staff, did you?"
"That's right."
"I am looking at your phone, and I can see the name you just called. Ahmad Achar. Not exactly the most Carstvo sounding name, is it?"
"How can you possibly read that from all the way over there?"
"Your handlers must have not primed you very well if they didn't warn you that telescopic vision is one of the benefits of being a part of the Petrov Blood."
I quickly stuffed my phone in my pants.
"Hands up!" he said, walking towards me as I raised my hands. "I'm placing you under arrest."
"For using a cell phone?!"
"No, for espionage."
"That's outrageous. I am not a spy."
"Which is exactly what a spy would say," he said. "You don't become the leader of the Ministerstvo by being a fool. I knew exactly who you were from the moment you botched my drink. You have as much training as a bartender as I do as a circus clown."
"Okay, so I may have lied about that."
"Who let you in? How did you get past security? Do you have some sort of mole already in place?"
"No, nothing like that. I just lied my way in, that's all. No one in your staff knows."
"You're lying. When I find out who betrayed me, they will be punished, let me assure you."
"Oh, so that's why you made a big fuss and tried to get me fired last night."
"I'd do anything to protect my people."
"And everything you've done since has all been some clumsy way of keeping tabs on me, hasn't it? Inviting me to sleep in your room, never leaving me alone."
"Everytime you made the slightest movement in bed last night, I woke myself up. I knew you'd use any alone time to call your people, and you just proved me right. I had hoped I would be able to separate you from your phone, but when that didn't work, I had to resort to using all my tricks against you. Tell me who Ahmad Achar is! It sounds like it could be a name from the Shankar Blood. Is that who you work for? Tell me!"
"No, I don't work for them."
"I knew it, you have an American accent, and you must be a Logan spy."
"I most certainly am not."
"Who is it then, the Bridge? Or, no, it's the Zhao Blood, isn't it? We've never gotten along with them, that's never been a secret. And them hiring an American spy would only throw us off their scent."
"I am not a spy. What can I tell you that would make you believe me?"
"You hold your sugar tongue to yourself. I sentence you to permanent banishing from our lands."
"I demand a fair trial," I said. "Preferably in front of the Tsar."
"In matters of espionage, I don't need a trial to carry down sentence, unless I intend to have the spy executed. Don't try to argue the law with me, good man."
"No, if you banish me, I'm as good as dead," I said. "That's not an option. Okay, the truth is, I've been lying to you. Let me come clean about who I am, and then maybe you'll believe me. The man I just got off the phone with is my college roommate, and he knows nothing of any of this vampire stuff, and that's the way it's going to stay. The truth of the matter is, I've got some weird, activated gene. I've heard some others in the Logan Blood call me the One."
"The One? So are you saying you're here to kill us?" he raised the gun directly to my face.
"No, I mean you no harm! I'm here because the Logan Blood leader wanted to kill me, but that's only a choice the Vampire Council can make. So, I have two years to notify all heads of Bloods that they need to reassemble the Council and vote on my fate, or else I die anyway. That's why I snuck in as a bartender, because I hoped it would bring me to the Tsar."
Vasos narrowed his eyes. "I don't believe you. You've been lying from the start, so nothing you can say will ever sway me."
"I swear it's true!"
"If you want me to believe you, you're going to have to stop with your empty assurances and prove yourself to me with actions."
"You want me to prove that I'm the One? How am I supposed to do that?"
"I don't know, do something One-ish."
I had no idea what he was talking about. "Well, I guess I can't age anymore."
"Shall I lock you away for a couple decades and see if you get any gray hair? Nope, that's not going to convince me."
"Oh, I know. They say my blood tastes unique somehow. I can't believe I'm saying this, but here." I held my hand up to his face. "Bite me."
He took a deep whiff of me, surely smelling my bloodtype, and his fangs popped out. I looked away as he bit into my wrist and started to feed.
"Oh my god!" he yelled as the blood hit his lips. At the same time, his dick, which had been nothing but soft every time I had seen it, suddenly went rock hard and jutting out in a matter of a half a second. I could not believe a penis could act that fast, and it actually ended up hitting me in my shirt.
Finally, he got back in control and pulled away from me. He noticed the state of his dick, grabbed it, and turned away from me.
"Sorry, didn't expect to lose control over my anatomy like this. Your blood is something else."
"See? Just as I told you. I am the One."
"But I've never heard that having this special blood is a One trait."
"What else could explain this?"
"You could be some new bloodtype," he said. "Something I've never tasted before."
"Well, what's something that you know would only be true about the One?"
"Well, one thing's for sure, I wouldn't be able to glamour the One."
"Glamour me? That's not just a Logan Blood ability?"
"No, all vampires have it. If you're a normal human, I should be able to glamour you. Make you do as I instruct. If your claim is true, you should be able to withstand my instructions."
"Yes, try to glamour me then, that will prove my case," I said.
"Right now?"
"Yes."
"As you wish."
Next thing I knew, the wet, naked man took me roughly in his strong arms and kissed me hard on the lips, while at the same time, pushing me backwards onto the bed and landing on top of me, grinding his hard dick against my shirt, getting me wet with his furry muscles.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked, breaking the kiss.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "Are you one of those types that dislikes the kissing and just wants to get straight to the sex?"
"No, I'm actually a big fan of kissing."
"Wait, you're not a top, are you? Because if so this will never work."
"No, I'm not a top."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Can't you just bite me? Why does there need to be sex involved?"
"I can't glamour someone unless I bite them during intercourse. I didn't make up vampire physiology, that's how it works for all of us."
"And are we sure that me having sex with you is the only method you'll be convinced I'm the One and agree to help me?"
"That's right. If you'd rather not, I understand entirely. I'll simply have you tossed out of my lands with haste." The way he said it, it actually sounded like he would prefer the latter option.
"Alright, I'll do it. Let's make this as quick as possible. Do you have any lube?"
"Of course."
"If we use a lot, hopefully I won't feel much pain. I can just lie down and read while you do your thing, and I'll try not to think about it."
"No, I think you're missing entirely what glamouring really means," he said. "This is not just about me using your body to get myself off. In order for the trance to take effect, you have to be sexually pleasured too."
"Oh, I do?"
"Which means you absolutely need to orgasm during our union. Otherwise I'll never be able to glamour you."
"Hmm, I might be able to make that work," I said, thinking I'd jerk myself off during the whole deal.
"Now, someone who was trying to lie to me about being the one would likely pretend they were enrapt in lust during the sex while really they felt nothing. If you were a girl, you'd likely fake your orgasm, so it's lucky you're not. But here's what I need from you in order to be sure my spell is being cast: I want your body to show me how turned on you are, and most importantly, I want you to come without ever touching yourself."
I raised an eyebrow. "Wait a second, that's quite a tall order. Maybe I had been able to do that when my ex was topping me, but this is totally different. I don't know if I can do that."
"If you cannot do that, it'll be your end here."
"Now wait a second," I said. "If I have any shot at doing that, I need to think of you more like my ex and less like an adversary. Because, this may sound weird to you, but to me, a huge part of my attraction and desire is psychological. You are a very handsome man with a superb body, that's not the issue here. The issue is, I need to feel romantically about you in order to react so explosively during sex, and right now, that's not happening."
"What should I do differently? We could light some romantic candles, and I could put on some mood music."
"No, that's not nearly enough. I need to get to know you better. Right now, all I know about you is that you'd do a lot to protect your Blood. That's not enough for me to have any feelings for you."
"I'll make you a deal," he said. "You have one day. I'll try to do everything I can in this one day for you to fall for me. And at the end of today, you'll either know if you'll be able to go through with the sex or not."
"It's quite a task to fall for a guy in one day," I said.
"Well, that's all that's on the table."
"Alright, agreed," I said. "Of course, there's the risk that even if we had years to get to know each other, I would never end up falling for you."
"We'll have to hope that's not what's going to happen. You'll have to give me hints, if you would, about what sort of activities I could do that would make you properly weak in the knees."
"I only arrived in the city yesterday, and I barely have seen it. Why don't you show me your favorite parts?"
"Yes, agreed."
"And if some of that involves getting a little exercise, I would be most appreciative," I said, trying to figure out when the last time it was that I had worked out.
"I know just the ticket," he said.
There was a knock at the door. "Breakfast, your lordship."
Vasos rolled off of me and lay on his back in bed beside me. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his genitals, suddenly imagining himself covered up.
"Ah, do bring it in, thanks."
The servant woman came in with a tray of food, the kind meant to serve someone food in bed, and carried it towards us. Her quick step faltered and her face turned red when she reached the bed, and I followed her gaze to Vasos's crotch area. He had somehow and unfortunately grabbed the smallest decorative pillow from his bed to place over his dick, which was totally inadequate. Clearly it was the first time this woman had gotten a glimpse of the large instrument on her boss's body.
I grabbed the tray from the shocked woman and placed it over his body, pushing aside the pillow as I covered his crotch much more effectively.
"Thank you, but could you in fact get another tray for our honored guest here?" he asked.
"Of course, I wasn't aware we had a guest, your lordship."
"Actually, we have a long day of exercise ahead of us and will be needing a lot more than this fruit and porridge. Would you be so kind as to tell the kitchen to make a full brunch for us?"
"Right away, sir," she said.
Vasos was kind enough to share his food with me as a first course of brunch while the rest of the food was procured, and I have to admit, the sight of the wonderfully attractive man, covered only by the wooden breakfast tray, did excite me. As did the fact that I got to lean over and eat off his tray, knowing it was just inches from his delicious-looking dick was sexy.
During brunch, Vasos and I shared a very nice conversation, the first we had really had together, as the servants brought more and more breakfast food for us.
Later, when Vasos spied me putting on my neat, functional winter clothing to prepare for being out in the snow, he made a face. "That outfit is totally inadequate," he said.
"Actually, it keeps me plenty warm."
"That's not what I was speaking to," he said. "It's not dressy enough for today. I think it best that you wear some of my clothes, even if they are a bit on the large side."
Since all of my nice clothes weren't meant to withstand the elements, I had to agree. Soon, I was dressed in one of Vasos's suits, tie and all, and I was actually amazed at how more comfortable his nice clothes were than mine. I put layers of his coats on until I felt prepared to face the elements, and then we were off.
"I should have known THIS was what you had in mind when you mentioned exercise," I said as Vasos handed me a pair of skis. "What else would a denizen of a city covered in snow and ice suggest?"
"If you are ill-trained for skiing, I can help you learn," he said.
We had ridden out in Vasos's warm, heated stagecoach to the edge of a gorgeous, icy-blue lake. The city didn't just border the lake, it encircled it, with large, urban buildings on our side, and smaller, suburban manor homes on the far shore.
"I'll make do. Just please tell me that we won't be tackling any black diamond runs today."
"We're not doing any kinds of runs today at all, Jake," he said. "We're just doing cross country skiing around the lake trails, which are all pretty much flat."
"Oh, bless you, Vasos, bless you."
Cross-country skiing turned out to be much easier to pick up than perilous downhill. We skied for many hours, stopping only once halfway through the day at a sandwich and hot chocolate stand. But I only fell down three times, and I was moving a lot slower than in downhill, making the falls seem like nothing but a minor annoyance. Vasos offered to teach me some techniques when we started out, but I really didn't need any. Interestingly though, it turned out that cross-country skiing was more physically strenuous than downhill, because I had to do the work that gravity did before.
We only passed a couple dozen other skiers that day. Just before we reached the end of our trail, we ascended a slight hill, and came to a place where we had our very best, picturesque view of the lake and city. The clouds had parted and the light blue skies bathed everything in gorgeous light, and I was just too moved by it all not to stop and admire it.
"This view is awe inspiring," I said to Vasos as he stopped with me.
I'm not sure if he too felt the same way, or if he looked at the expression on my face and mirrored my emotions, but when he grabbed my hand suddenly, I grabbed his back. And next thing I knew, he was leaning in to kiss me, and the awe I was feeling about the view turned into romance as I kissed him sweetly, no tongue needed to share this emotion with each other.
I felt Vasos embrace me from behind. "If you love views, I know just the place for dinner," he said.
"Somehow, this city is even more beautiful at sunset," I said to Vasos as we sat at our table, looking out the huge windows at all the gorgeous European architecture below us, and the glistening lake beyond. The dinner restaurant had turned out to be the best one I'd ever been to, on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city. Romance was in the air in the whole dining room, with the place filled with couples. But Vasos's last name was enough to get us whisked off to our own private dining room, and I think he got a kick out of how much I loved the views.
In order to really appreciate them, he had suggested we be seated side by side at our table, staring out. As soon as we began eating, he pressed his strong leg against mine, and I couldn't resist reaching out and holding his hand from time to time.
Before dinner, we had both changed clothes from his more casual suits meant for athletic activities to our formal wear. For me, that meant a fancy suit, but for him, that meant one of his fancy, military- leader's formals, like the one I had first met him in. I just loved those on him, and once he had it on, everyone noticed him and nodded respectfully, and the clothes clearly were meant to be a sign of great position.
The more we talked, the more it became clear to me that we had a lot of common interests. He went over his love of history and architecture, and I trusted him enough to tell him about my upbringing, though to be safe I didn't mention which town I grew up in or even that I had a little brother.
After dinner, he told me he was taking me out to his favorite place in the city, and as we rode there in his heated stagecoach, we sat side by side and held hands, in the same position we had been in during dinner.
That's exactly the position we found ourselves in as we reached our destination, seated side by side holding hands as the lights went down and the curtain went up on the neatly dressed orchestra beneath us. Vasos had led me to the nicest looking old-fashioned European symphony hall I could have envisioned, right in the heart of the city, and led me to the one of the best box seats in the place.
They were playing a Yermakov symphony, not a musician I had ever heard of, which I admitted to Vasos. He told me that she was one the most well renounced Petrov Blood classical musicians. When the symphony began, I could see why. Her music was immediately catchy and accessible, like Beethoven crossed with Tchaikovsky.
While we listened together, our hands separated and he put his on my knee and I put mine on his thigh, rubbing the muscles through his pants.
About a half hour into the music, I became so moved that I leaned over and kissed Vasos appreciatively, knowing that our box seats prevented anyone from seeing us. This time, when his tongue entered my mouth, I responded in kind, opening up the kiss and turning it more passionate than romantic. His black moustache tickled my upper lip.
I was surprised when my hand on his leg started to feel something large and even harder than his thigh muscle. His unit was pointed down his pants leg, and clearly our kiss was having an effect on him, sending the thing snaking down all the way to my hand as it grew. I excitedly rubbed the head with my hand through his tight military pants. I noticed a tiny bit of precum soaking through at the head.
And then, even after I broke the kiss and turned back to the stage, I used my hand to absent- mindedly play with the rod in his trousers as the music continued. I eventually got the nerve to unbutton his pants and see if he would stop me from taking the thing out.
He didn't object, and I found myself working to pull his dick out. It wasn't an easy task at all, considering how big and hard her was, and how tight his pants were, but I was determined. There were times where I would have sworn hurt him as I almost forced his dick to bend, but he said no protests, so I figured it was just one of the benefits of being a vampire.
Once I had freed the huge thing, I relished playing with it freely. The uncut, olive pole was covered in veins. The purple head was shiny. I continued to yank on his unit as the symphony went on.
I got myself so turned on when I saw his purple head start to leak precum that I felt particularly naughty. I looked around, making sure no one could see us in our box, and then I crawled between his legs and licked the precum off his pissslit. Then I went on and kept on licking all over the purple, swollen knob.
Soon, I had his uncut head in my mouth, and I played with the foreskin with my tongue, This caused Vasos to put his hands on the back of my head and push me farther down and down onto his dick.
"Oh no!" I heard him whisper sharply to me, and then I could hear the door of our box opening.
Frightened, I yanked my head off of his dick and spun around to face the stage again, as I was supposed to be. At the same time, Vasos pulled me onto him, protectively blocking the exposed part of himself.
Just as two women in fine gowns entered the box, I sat on Vasos's lap, blocking his exposed unit from sight. The women nodded hello at us and then sat down next to us, and our romantic, private box ended there. They didn't seem alarmed that I was sitting on my date's lap instead of sitting beside him, perhaps just finding it romantic. And in fact, the women were holding hands themselves, so they must have been on a date as well. Only now clearly I was stuck in this position until the women left again.
Even though my horniness subsided after that, I could feel no sign that Vasos was any less affected. Beneath me, I could feel his hardness push into me from behind, could feel his wet precum soaking through the rear of my pants. He hugged me with his arms and pulled my body back into a spooning position with him. As I watched the orchestra, he started to kiss the side of my face.
And then the music ended, and Vasos still hadn't gone down in the least bit.
"Aren't you leaving?" asked one of the women as they faced us on their way to the exit.
After Vasos said nothing, I was forced to say, "We're staying just in case they return for an encore."
"Oh, maybe we should do the same?" asked one of the women.
Luckily, they decided against it, and exited our box.
"That's the second time today I've had to cover up your penis from female eyes," I said as I jumped off his lap.
"You make an excellent penis obscurer."
"Perhaps I've found a new profession. Can't wait to call my high school guidance counselor to tell her the good news. How come you're not zipping up? What if they come in here to clean up?"
"I'm trying, it's just proving impossible with the state of my dick. Just let me soften up." It that had been Syd, he would have pleaded with me to get him off right then and there as the only clear solution to the problem. "It would help if you walked out of the box and I'll meet you there."
"So you won't be able to see me?"
"That and I won't be able to smell you."
As we got into our stagecoach, which had already been pre-heated for us, Vasos asked if I was interested in a possibly time consuming but aesthetically pleasing ride around the lake, and I of course agreed.
"Oh my goodness, I'm glad we are just lazy passengers tonight because I can barely walk," I said, stumbling onto the booth seat of the stagecoach.
"Were you raiding the bar there when I wasn't looking?" he asked seriously.
"No, I resent that allegation. I'm not intoxicated, it's just my whole body is in agonizing soreness after spending the day skiing."
"Ah yes, I forgot that could happen to your people. You humankind are such fragile creatures."
"Last time I skied, I needed a full body massage before I could function."
"I might be able to help with that," he said.
"Are you a skilled masseur?"
"Not exactly, but I've had one of those before, and might be able to replicate it. Why don't you lie down and I'll give it my best."
"You mean, right here in the stagecoach?"
"Why not?"
"Do you have any lotion or anything to rub with?"
"I have a large bottle of lube that doubles as body oil, so that should work fine."
"Alright, deal. Oh, I know." I pulled my phone out and started making selections. "I have some relaxing classical on here that my ex and I both liked. Mozart, Chopin, Bach, Debussy." The phone started to play the music, and I set it down. "Instant car stereo."
"Lovely," he said. "Of course, if you want me to massage you, you'll have to strip down."
"Are you sure no one will see me?"
"Quite."
I began removing and folding my clothing. After I was naked, Vasos grabbed my tie and put it around my eyes.
"What's that for?"
"So you'll shut your eyes and relax."
I laid face down on the long bench seat of the stagecoach, which was large enough for me to lie down comfortably. The motion of the stagecoach, the relaxing music of the second movement of Mozart's Clarinet Concerto combined with the horse steps, and the soothing smell of the oil all made me feel very peaceful. I turned my head to the right, towards Vasos and the edge of the bench, and got comfortable.
As he started to massage the oil into my left calf, I realized he wasn't nearly as skilled with his hands as Parker had been, yet he was good enough to make me quickly drift off to sleep.
I awoke again when he was massaging my arms, requiring him to stand beside me and reach over me. As he did this, something hard inadvertently poked me in the face. Curious, I opened my lips and gave it a lick, but before I could taste anything, the intruder was gone.
He finished my arms and went back down my body to work on my right hamstring, moving his way up my leg. I felt his oily hands rub all of my aching thigh muscles. His hands started in on the muscles of my butt, and then I felt him rub the oil all along my crack.
I wasn't expecting him to do anything but rub my hole, but then I felt surprise as his finger wormed its way inside me. My first impulse was to be annoyed, but I realized that the finger really did feel good, and he was ultimately just doing me a favor by loosening me up.
When he put two more fingers inside me, I concentrated only on the pleasure they were causing me. And then he pulled them out and started massaging his way up my lower back. He repositioned himself so that he was on his knees between my legs. Once again, I got poked by something hard, this time in my left buttcheek. I thought he might have pulled his unit out of his pants, but the touch didn't feel like skin, but something else.
He worked his way slowly up the muscles of my back. When he got to my lats, he laid down on top of me in order to get high enough. My first reaction was concern that he would end up ruining his clothes with the oil on my body, but then I realized there was nothing but his bare skin against me. He must have stripped down when I was asleep, and it felt so good to have all of the muscles from the front of his body rub into the back part of mine, all of the fur of his tickling my skin.
And I definitely felt that hardness again, now totally invading my crack. The reason it hadn't felt like flesh before occurred to me: he had put a condom on. So, he was expecting more out of this massage than I had bargained for, did he? Well, I was so turned on by this incredibly hot man that I wasn't about to refuse him, especially since I knew it had to happen tonight at some point. Instead of in bed, why not take advantage of this romantic atmosphere? I stomped out thoughts in the back of my mind that the fact that he was so quick to use a condom probably meant that he still didn't trust me about who I claimed to be. Those thoughts would only lead me away from being as swept up in passion as he needed me to be tonight. Instead, I just concentrated on the romance of the moment.
His hands worked up my shoulders, and at the same time, he used the oil that filled my crack to help him start to thrust himself up and down against me there. And then he stopped thrusting and just held his head teasingly against my hole. "Mmm, do you want this as much as I do?" he asked.
"More," I lied.
I felt his lips against mine, and I twisted my head back around further to accept his kiss. He invaded me simultaneously with his tongue as he did his dick, pushing each one inside me with gusto.
And that's when the awful pain cane back, and flashes of being literally torn apart by Jericho's penis invaded my mind. I knew the level of pain I was feeling wasn't logical, but it still affected me. I felt myself start to go soft, which I knew was totally unacceptable, so I quickly shut my mind out to his touch, and not being able to see him only helped my efforts. I mentally went back to Parker, I focused on Parker's sweet smile, and his wonderful body, the warmth of every single kind of his touches, from the innocuous to the sexual. And Parker kept my other demons at bay, and my dick hardened again, the pleasure finally taking root, and I could quickly focus on the pleasure he was creating in my prostate.
Vasos gave up all pretense of a massage and instead used his arms to cradle me from behind, definitely the right move as far as my body was concerned, something Parker would have certainly done, and I still blocked Vasos out of my mind and instead replaced him with Parker. His thrusts were just gentle enough to keep me from feeling pain, to keep me from realizing just who it was I was bottoming for, and my pleasure increased.
He broke our kiss and devoted his full concentration on the thrusts of our lovemaking, grunting softly with every horizontal movement. I concentrated on the slap, slap noise his balls were making against my own. I felt him reach around and grab my dick in his hands.
"Yes, see how hard I am?" I asked him. "I can't fake the pleasure you're creating in my body."
"Mmm, that drives me wild," he said, using that as an excuse to increase the rhythm of his strokes. But he still kept his hand on me there, making sure I stayed hard and perhaps making sure I wasn't rubbing myself on anything. Clearly he didn't want any stimulation there.
Our lovemaking continued on like that for twenty minutes or longer before he became fully convinced that I wasn't faking my pleasure. It was difficult to keep focused on Parker the whole time, but somehow I managed it, and the fact that he spoke very little to me helped the illusion immensely. Only then did I feel his fangs enter my throat.
The last time a vampire that had bit me under positive, willing contexts was Parker, and I could feel his same fangs in my throat even now. I let the pleasure of the bite roll over my whole body, noticing it had a subtly different flavor to it than Parker's sweet bite had held, but quickly pushing that potential fantasy breaker aside. As my lover drank from the wound on my throat, my whole body ignited with his fire. When he pushed himself hard inside me, I pushed back equally as hard.
I was the first to reach my climax, erupting in his hands. "Yes, that's it, that's exactly it!" yelled Vasos happily, letting that set him off, and at the same time, totally breaking my spell. But I had accomplished what I needed to, and I felt sweet relief.
He shouted as he started to come as well, pouring seed into his condom.
He shut my wound. Our rapid breathing slowed down as he lay there on top of me for a while, holding me, again making the right choice. After a few minutes, he pulled up off me.
"Can I remove the blindfold?" I asked.
"Indeed."
I pulled my necktie from off my head and watched as Vasos pulled off his condom, his muscled glistening with sweat.
He looked at me in the eye. "I want you to hop up on one foot and quack like a duck." He seemed stone cold serious.
"Please tell me that's not the standard behavior you expect from your partners after making love."
He squinted his eyes. "Jake, I command you to do it!"
"Oh, right, this is you trying to glamour me, isn't it? Well, the answer is no. I'm much too tired to hop around right now, and far too dignified to ever quack like a duck."
"I command you to put your arms in the air."
"Nope, I told you, it won't work on me."
"Quite right," he said.
He came back to the seat bench and we ended up lying naked together for the rest of the trip around the lake, with me feeling so comforted by it all that I fell asleep.
I woke up as our stagecoach reached home, and the two of us put our clothes back on. They certainly didn't remain on for long, however, as we found ourselves going into his mansion, greeting the servants, and then going straight up to bed, sleeping in each other's arms. I was starting to feel like my experiences in the Petrov Blood would be worlds better than the ones I had at the Logan Blood, and I probably fell asleep with a smile on my face.
FEBRUARY 17th
When I woke up in the morning, any smile I had on my face quickly dissipated as I found my right wrist handcuffed to Vasos's bedpost. I saw Vasos getting dressed across the room from me.
"Please tell me these handcuffs are just your idea of foreplay."
"Does this answer your question?" He grabbed his Borchardt pistol l and pointed it at me.
"Unless you've got a fairly bloody idea of eroticism, I'm going to guess you've again convinced yourself that I'm a spy."
"I have."
"But Vasos, I thought we had moved on from the held at gunpoint stage of our romance. Didn't I convince you last night?"
"Yesterday was magnificent, yes," he said. "But this morning, I couldn't shake this nagging doubt that you had used me as a patsy by somehow managing to fake your pleasure on our tryst in the stagecoach and thus escape the persuasion of my glamour."
"I swear on my life, I wasn't faking anything."
"That assertion would be enough for me if this was just about the two of us. I so want to believe the person I delighted myself with yesterday wasn't fiction. But this isn't about me or my desires. This is about my whole Blood, and I just can't risk it when there's one small shred of doubt still residing within."
"So, you're going to exile me? Is that the plan?"
"Yes," he said. "Unless Dr. Günter Herzog can use his medical expertise to prove that you are the One."
"Yes, perfect, the doctor I met the other day. He'll be able to find a way to prove to you the truth."
I convinced Vasos to unlock the handcuffs, but afterwards he insisted on following me everywhere with his weapon drawn. And so, I had breakfast, took a shower, and got dressed all with the threat of being shot over my head.
The stagecoach drove us to Dr. Herzog's clinic, a large building on the lake that looked highly steampunk, all steel and concrete, with large brass pipes plunging into the lake water, the roof containing industrial revolution era smoke stacks and windmills. It certainly didn't seem like any medical clinic I had ever seen, and yet was far too beautiful to be written off as some ordinary factory. It made me think of a mad scientist's lair.
We found the mad scientist himself on the first floor of the building, after walking through the beautifully crafted mechanical spaces where piston motors all hummed with electric life, pulling something, perhaps oil, from the water and pushing it through filtration processes, I guessed. The Engineering student in me bristled with excitement. Günter Herzog was repairing one of the pipes, using an antique blowtorch to do so. He was dressed like Dr. Jekyll, with a steel protective facemask with round goggles, a tan, ornate labcoat that had long sleeves and ended just past his knees. The coat's front was stitched with protective brown leather, and a number of leather straps kept the suit on properly. He was wearing leather gloves and high leather boots. Amidst all of this function, he had a tie on, appearing above the neck of his coat.
"Did Dr. Herzog tell you he was just as much an engineer as he is a scientist?" asked Vasos. "Günter!"
"Greetings, Mr. Spiros," he said, not bothering to turn off his blowtorch. "And Mr. Groves, wasn't it?"
"Günter, I've got a favor to ask you," he said.
"Another one?"
"Yes, I'm afraid, only this one isn't personal business, it's about the perseverance of the Blood. Jake Groves here claims to be the One."
"Did I hear you correctly?" he asked, finally turning off his blowtorch and removing his mask.
"Indeed. But claims mean little without validation, and on that front, I have been most fruitless. I'm hoping that there might be some way you can medically ascertain the truth? If not, I'm afraid I'll have to excommunicate the lad."
"Leave him with me," said Günter. "I'll run some tests. Either I'll find something or I won't. I'll call you when I'm finished with him."
"I'd rather stay here. I have some personal investment in this one."
"You know I don't work with people looking over my shoulder. Either you'll leave him alone with me or you'll find another Doctor."
"Fine, Dr. Herzog, I'll leave. Try to keep in mind that unless you can prove him honest, we have to assume he's here under malicious intent. He could be capable of anything."
"I think I'm old and strong enough to handle him, Lord Spiros. Good day, then."
"Good day."
Vasos was too ashamed to look me in the eyes as he left the premises, leaving me alone with Dr. Herzog.
"I thought Vasos said this was a clinic?"
"The hospital is on the adjoining building."
Günter led me through the factory, outside into a little courtyard, and then into another large, severe building that fit right in with previous one, clearly the hospital. The outside was all dark metal and glass, whose industrialist function gave the building a harsh beauty. And inside, the place wasn't any more cheerful. Doctors in white coats and nurses in long white dresses and fancy hats helped patients without showing the slightest sign of humanity.
Günter seemed to be the head doctor here, because everyone showed him respect as we walked through the facility. We ended up in a medical lab that seemed to belong only to him, and he locked the door.
"I'm going to run tests on you, Mr. Groves, to see if I can find anything that strikes me as abnormal."
"Does that include a blood test?"
"Certainly."
"I'd better lie down for that."
"First, if you could, put on the patient gown."
I undressed and slipped on one of the very Edwardian gowns. I jumped into the raised patient bed. Dr. Herzog put me through a series of simple tests, pretty much a standard physical. I shivered whenever he put his hands on me, and I at first thought his hands were cold. And then I realized his hands were actually warm, it wasn't the temperature of the hands but their disposition that was making me shiver.
The more I interacted with Günter, the more I realized how foolish it had been to assume he was this Blood's Parker. There was not the slightest hint of Parker's trademark warm sweetness. In fact, Vasos actually had a lot more in common with Parker than this man did: even though he never smiled, he still had emotion. Dr. Herzog was absolutely icy cold, just like this building we were in. But he wasn't cold in a sarcastic, mean way. He was cold like one of the machines he built. He was all logic and muscle power and no heart or soul.
After an hour of tests, he told me it would take all day for him and his labs to run the results. So I was free to entertain myself in the hospital in the meantime. I found a physical rehabilitation room and was able to get a good weight lifting workout in. And then I ate a drab lunch at the hospital's restaurant.
"After exhaustive examinations, I cannot find anything the least bit supernatural about your physiology," he said to me once we were alone in his lab again. "I'm going to recommend to Mr. Spiros that you be banished by the end of the day."
"Wait a second, there must be something that's different," I said. "Like, for instance, I can't get sick anymore. This is a hospital, you must have some germs in here somewhere, right? Expose me to them, and I'll prove it."
"How could you really prove anything to me except that you have a top notch immune system? Plenty of people are blessed with that, Mr. Groves. It proves nothing." He mulled that over for a moment. "But now that I know this piece of information about you, there might be a way to prove it."
"Which is?"
"Did Vasos inform you that I am a special?"
"No, he didn't."
"My unique skill is all but useless to me, I'm afraid. I produce dangerous bacteria in my body. If properly exposed, the patient always dies, and it takes only a matter of minutes to happen."
"Great. So, if you inject me with that bacteria and I don't get sick and die, will you believe me?"
"Injection will do nothing, because this bacterium is harmless in the bloodstream."
"So, I have to swallow it?" I asked, not liking the idea of having to put his mucus in my mouth.
"Nope, that won't work either. You see, the bacteria have the nature of a highly infectious sexually transmitted disease. It's only dangerous if contamination occurs vaginally, anally, or through the tip of the penis."
"Well, why don't you get some of this stuff, and I'll smear it all over my penis. Would that kill me?"
"Yes. But I don't exactly have this laying around."
"Wait a second, what part of you produces these bacteria, exactly?"
"Only my semen," he said without any trace of embarrassment.
"I see," I said, being embarrassed enough for both of us.
"It's untraceable," he said. "My semen tastes, smells, looks, and feels just like any other man's. And yet, as I discovered quite horrifically in my youth, any man or woman I have intercourse with dies painfully within seconds of climax." Could it be that there was the slightest bit of emotion that broke through that iciness at that moment? "It's what's led me to pursue medicine even when my natural interests tend towards engineering. But no amount of tests I've done to myself had netted any useful result. I'm still just as unable to have a normal romantic or sexual function as I was when I was a kid."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Listen, if you masturbate into a cup, I'll press the semen against my penis, and that should prove my innocence."
"That would work, yes, but I'm unable to masturbate anymore. I've so strongly conditioned myself against it, I can't even get an erection that way."
"It sounds like you're fishing for a way to get a free handjob from me," I said. "How do I know you're not making this whole thing up?"
"Everyone knows about my special ability, it's no secret. Ask anyone. Call Vasos."
"No, I believe you," I said. "Alright, fine. Get the beaker, pull your pants off, and let me get this over with."
He pulled open his labcoat and unzipped his pants, fishing out his soft, uncut penis. The milky slab of meat was mouthwatering to look at, with a bright pink, shiny head.
"Oh goodness," I said.
"What?"
"I'm asking you this because I know you're a highly respected Doctor. How come it seems like the entire male vampire population is well endowed? The smallest penis I've seen was still my size."
"I hate to say it, but it's a strong, unsaid priority to keep vampires physically attractive."
I reached over and grabbed his penis in my hand, and started to shake it around, loving squeezing the weighty thing.
"When it comes to the males, that means men who are turned usually, but not always, need to meet a certain code. Since it's often heterosexual female specials who turn the men into vampires or male bottoms, they tend to be more attracted to men of a certain endowment. Penis size, height, and bone structure become the most important qualifications when turning males. Because fat or too scrawny men turn muscled and lean as soon as they are turned, and any ugly faces are turned beautiful, these are less important for the turned man to possess."
"But aren't you a born vampire?"
"Yes. Born vampires just have really good genetics to thank for their endowment."
"Well, you may be endowed, but so far you seem downright impotent."
"That's precisely the case. Lucky for you, not too long ago there was a new antibiotic I wanted to test out on my semen. It unfortunately had no effect, but in order to test that out I needed to make myself get an erection."
"Couldn't you take Viagra or something?"
"No fanged vampire has ever used it or others like it because it just isn't ever physically necessary, but I heard that it wasn't effective on us, and so I didn't want to risk unnecessary side effects in order to use something like that. So I developed something for myself to use. Only I have to inject it directly into my penis."
"Eew, gross," I said as he pulled out his syringe and started to do just that. I had to look away.
"Oh, the injection doesn't bother me. And now, I'll get an erection without being aroused, and the erection will go away after I ejaculate."
I started to jerk his soft unit again, and next thing I knew, the penis I was shaking around finally gained weight and hardened, and I started to stroke him with both hands. It sure did look swollen and angry when it was totally erect.
"My arms feel like they are about to fall off," I said after about twenty minutes of hard work without any results. "Please tell me you're close."
"Not at all. You see, I find it really difficult to climax like this."
"Ah, I get the picture, you're just not that into handjobs. If I could give you oral until you came, and then I spit out your load and rubbed it on my penis, would that still convince you?"
"Well, yes."
I knelt down and put his pink tip in my mouth, hoping I could get him to blow with just a little head. After a couple minutes without any response from him, I pushed down until I was about two-thirds down, and gave him what I considered a proper blowjob, figuring that would work for sure.
But after a long while, he still showed no response, so I pushed all the way down, my throat stretching to take him in. Still no sign of him enjoying that at all.
"I'm afraid this isn't going to work for me," he said, and I pulled off.
"You're just not that into me, is that it?" I asked.
"No, that's not it. I think I need to tell you a little about my history before we continue."
"Okay."
"When I was much younger, I was asked by Kirrill, the current Tsar, to go on a diplomatic mission to the Zhao Blood in China. While I was there, I met and fell in love with a fanged vampire woman named Min. She was just like me, even smarter than I was, a person ruled by logic, a research physician like I was."
"She sounds like the other half of your soul," I said, thinking of Parker.
"Yes, and the two of us knew right away we were in love. I told her about my odd physical curse, and she didn't bat an eyelash, was completely supportive. She asked me to marry her and move into her home, and I said yes. I came back home to announce my resignation and move. And then I hauled my personal items to China. As soon as I crossed onto Zhao soil, I was ambushed and taken prisoner."
"By whom?"
"Well, I wasn't sure at first. They had me blindfolded the entire time. But they chained me up and kept me there for so long, feeding me blood to keep me alive, that I developed a really good sense of hearing. And I realized I could hear them talking in some distant room, and they were speaking Chinese often. When they did speak English, I heard them talk about Min. They were her men who had captured me, as of course only she in all of the Zhao Blood would have known my location."
"Why would she do that? Just because you weren't from her Blood?"
"No. Because she wanted to exploit my special ability, being the first to recognize it for the power it had as a weapon."
"How did she exploit you, Dr. Herzog?"
"Her men chained me up and masturbated me several times a day, always carefully saving every drop of semen. Being a very virile male vampire, I was just oozing semen, used to masturbating several times a day already, so this was no stretch on my body. When I started to realize my semen was being used to kill enemies for the Zhao Blood, I started focusing every waking second on forcing myself to stop myself sexually. While at first they were able to get me off even when I tried to mentally resist them, I was eventually able to overpower them. And then, no one could succeed in getting me to climax just with hand stimulation."
"Very clever of you. So that explains why my handjob went nowhere. What about the oral?"
"Well, that was their second strategy too. They would have people give me oral, bringing me to climax, and then spitting out the results. So, I made myself stop responding to oral as well."
"Ah ha. This little background story would have been more helpful before I just used up a day's worth of saliva on a useless pursuit. So, how did you escape?"
"Well, as soon as they knew I was of no more use to them, they were going to kill me. Luckily, I was rescued by Kirrill Petrov and his men. He saved my life and freed me. And that's why I've since devoted my time to helping him. Fearing I might again be the target of kidnapping, I fully conditioned myself, psychologically speaking to not being able to climax by being touched by hand or given oral."
"What happens if you try to jerk yourself off?"
"I can't," he said. "The conditioning is all encompassing."
"Please tell me the point of that rather touching story wasn't so you could convince me to let you top me." The idea sent chills through me. I had already told myself that me bottoming for Vasos would be the last time for me. I hated it.
"It's the only way we'll accomplish our goal of exposing you to the bacteria, I'm afraid."
"Hold on, can't you just find someone who wants to have sex with you, put five condoms on to make sure they're safe, and then bring the semen filled condom to me afterwards to rub into my dick? And then I'd never have to bottom at all."
"That's the other thing about my condition. My semen burns through all condoms or any other physical contraceptives. It actually burns through pretty much everything except flesh and skin. It means I can't ever expect condoms will save the life of whoever I'm with."
"Wait a second. So, if you can't masturbate and you can't get oral, and now you're saying you can't have any sort of intercourse either, how do you get off?"
"I don't. I haven't for many decades."
"Well, you're a strapping male vampire. Where does all that semen go? Nocturnal emissions?"
"No, that would ruin my bed and be potentially dangerous. I use a syringe to drain my semen a few times a day from my testicles."
"Ouch! Couldn't you just do that now and give me the results?"
"The semen I extract is not dangerous because it's something in the tip of my penis that adds the bacteria when it travels through the urethra. Otherwise, that strategy would be meaningless."
"Of course not. Of course my only choice right now is to either let a perfect stranger top me or get excommunicated." Which, of course, led to death at Jericho's hands. "Are you sure you're not making the pieces of this ability up as you are going along?" I knew it was something Syd would have totally invented in order to get me to bed.
"I'm not making this up, I swear it. Listen, it may sound to you like I'm the one lucking out here while you are forced to suffer. But in fact, I'm on the fence about whether or not to go through with this at all."
"Because you're worried about the pain you'll cause me?" I asked, thinking of how much Parker hadn't liked topping me at first.
"No, it has nothing to do with you. Because I've told myself that I'd never orgasm ever again. Don't you see? I'm phobic of my own semen. It's no easy thing for me to do, and I don't even know if I'm physically capable of it."
"Well, you have to do it. Listen, think of me as your patient. You have to do what is physically best for your patient, right? As a Doctor? Well, let me promise you, if I get excommunicated, my fate will be deadly."
"What are you talking about?"
"The truth is, Jericho Logan was going to have me executed. To escape America with my life, I had to invoke the power of the Vampire Council. Which means I have less than two years to inform all five of the other Blood leaders that the Vampire Council is reformed, and then hope that enough of them agree with me to vote to save my life. Otherwise, Jericho is free to track me down and kill me, and with his special power of being able to easily track down whomever he bites, that will be a cakewalk. Therefore, getting kicked out of this Blood means I never get to deliver my message to your leader. And so, if you fail to come inside me, you'll end up killing me."
"Or, if you're lying about being the One, you'll die. I'll kill you instead of saving you."
"I'm not lying!"
"Well, what if you're mistaken then? You'll die."
"And you'll die if I have an STD to infect you, did you think about that?"
"Of course, I'm quite wary of STDs, being a physician and all. But this morning I tested you for all the dangerous STDs, so that's not a worry for me."
"The point is, you have to do your duty as a Doctor here to save me."
"What if I can't perform?"
"You're already hard," I said. "We'll get you inside me."
"I mean, what if I can't climax?"
"Is there anything you want me to do that would help? I know, if it was me that had to climax, it would help to get to know you better and have us do something romantic. Would that help you too?"
"Absolutely not," he said. "That would only make this worse. No, the only way I can accomplish this is if I see it as a fascinating science experiment that requires this exact method from me. I need to see you as the patient, and I'm the doctor who needs to administer a cure to your ailment, and that cure happens to require me to do this. There needs to be absolutely nothing romantic about this at all."
"Alright," I said, more and more thankful that I wasn't the one who had to climax, like I had been the night before.
"So, Mr. Groves, are you ready for your medical procedure today?" asked Günter, moving into Doctor mode.
"Yes, Dr. Herzog."
"Why don't you lie down on the exam table."
While I got up on the table and lied down, he put on a pair of latex gloves and got some bottle and brought it over to me.
"Alright Mr. Groves, I'm going to need to pull up your gown. Good. Now, I need you to tuck your legs up. That's it." He poured the liquid all over his latex-covered fingers. "I'm going to need to provide lubrication for you."
"Okay."
"This may feel cold."
He used his index finger to rub the very cold liquid inside me. And then he rubbed more liquid all over his gorgeouserection. He placed his dickhead against my hole.
"Alright, Mr. Groves," he said in his totally bored, professional voice. "I'm going to need to push this probing instrument inside you now."
"Go ahead."
He firmly, slowly pushed himself inside me. The lube he had used liberally didn't just allow him easy entry, it also was so cold, it felt like someone was shoving a very large icicle inside me, which wasn't doing much for me sexually. And the pain was making me have sickening flashbacks to Jericho.
"Yes, good," he said encouragingly when he was all the way in. "Now, Mr. Groves, I'm going to have to scrape this medical instrument back and forth until we achieve the desired result."
"Yes, Doctor."
He began to plunge back and forth, thrusting in and out. He quickly developed a rhythm that almost mechanical in its consistency. His face showed no sign of pleasure, but then again, there wasn't really any sign of anything. He wasn't even sweating or breathing rapidly.
At least as his strokes went on, the coldness faded away and I could feel the warm flesh of his hardness inside me. But that was the only sign I was having sex with a human instead of a machine.
"This isn't working," I said after about twenty minutes. "Would it help if I kissed you?"
"Heavens, no," he said, and then he flipped back into his Doctor persona. "I'm going to just shut my eyes momentarily."
"Yes, Doctor."
His thrusts gained in their pace, and his breathing accelerated.
"Alright, Mr. Groves, I'm going to inject some solution into you now. Nothing to worry about."
"Yes, Dr. Herzog."
He stopped his thrusts as he plunged deep inside me, and then I could feel him erupt. And oh my goodness, was there ever a lot of it, filling up inside me, taking up every little bit of room.
"Good. Now, Mr. Groves, I'm going to wait until all of the solution has been ejected before removing the probe. I need you to hold still."
"Yes, Doctor."
He stayed inside me for a couple minutes longer. "Alright, now, Mr. Groves, I'll be extracting the instrument from you."
He pulled himself out, rubbing the last of the semen onto my hole.
"Now, it's important, Mr. Groves, that you stay on the table in that position with your knees tucked. I don't want any of the solution coming out."
"Yes, Dr. Herzog."
He put his pants back on and took off his gloves while I waited in that position. After a few minutes he came over to me. "How are you feeling, Mr. Groves?"
"Excellently. Not the least bit sick."
"Well then, I deem this procedure a success."
"And what chance is there that you'll change your mind and need to inject me a second time?"
"None. I've done my duty, and I'll never perform that procedure again, I promise that. I don't care how many patients claiming to be the One come through this hospital, I won't do it again." It was clear to me that the experience had been very difficult for him. "Now, it would be unwise to let that remain inside you, so I'm going to use this syringe to extract all of it." After he had pulled it out, he said, "See? Already burning through my syringe. Whatever you do, make sure to hold off from intercourse with another party for two hours. You can put your clothes back on now, Mr. Groves. I'll call Vasos to let him know he can pick you up."
I was waiting outside the hospital, shivering in the dark, cold night from being still wet after the thorough shower I had just taken. Vasos pulled up in his stagecoach and came out to see me.
"Do you believe me now?" I asked him.
He walked over to me and kissed me, his hands on my butt and back. "Does that answer your question? Günter told me just how it was he proved what you are. I'm sorry, I had no idea what that would entail."
"It's okay."
He took my hand in his and looked me in the eyes. "Now that that's finally over, I want you to consider moving in with me."
"But I feel like we barely know each other."
"I'd disagree, I think we already know each other quite well. And it's not like I'm asking for you to marry me here. Besides, you don't really have anywhere else to go, do you?"
"I suppose not," I said.
"Is there something about me that you dislike?"
"No, there isn't. We seem to have a lot in common."
"Then why wouldn't you accept?"
"I guess I will accept. Will I get my own room?"
"There's no need," he said. "We've been about as intimate with each other as two people can."
As we boarded his stagecoach, his driver asked where we were headed.
"We have cause to celebrate," said Vasos. "Let's live it up tonight."
"You know, it's late already, and I'm too tired to do anything tonight besides go to bed early. You fed from me late last night, this morning I had all a ridiculous amount of blood drawn, and this evening Dr. Herzog fed from me a good deal. I can barely walk around, frankly. I need to eat something quickly and go to bed early. You can go have fun without me, Vasos. I promise I'll feel more like myself tomorrow."
"That's fine, a cozy evening at home sounds just as pleasant. Driver, take us home."
That night, after a very pleasant dinner at home in Vasos's formal dining room, the two of us lay naked in bed together. "Goodnight," I said to him, turning away and lying on my side. "Will you promise I won't wake up again to the comfort of steel handcuffs on my wrist tomorrow?"
"No more of any of that, I swear it," he said. He took wrapped his arms around my body and started to spoon me from behind, a very comforting position for me, loving his muscled fur rubbing my back.. "Now that you've officially moved in, I was thinking of how I can help you out. I think if I tell the Tsar that I have someone he needs to meet without letting him know who it is, he'll accept. He completely trusts me. I'll bring you to him, and you can deliver your message in person."
"That sounds great," I said, already feeling relieved.
"I may even be able to connect you with the Matsoua Blood in Africa. I've always gotten along well with their Patriarch, Jomo."
"That would be kind of you," I said. "Finally, this is the first time since I arrived in this Blood that I've felt close to accomplishing why I came here. Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping me?"
"Well, I can think of one or two ways," he said. "And now that I know I won't ever have to worry about getting sick from you, I'm that much more excited by you."
For the first time, I realized just how hard his dick was as it poked me directly in my hole. I hoped he didn't think I would ever willingly want to bottom with him again, but I figured he was just stimulating one of my pleasure zones instead of actually seeking entrance. But the way he was smearing his precum into my hole was cause to worry.
"Mmm," I said. "Intimacy sounds nice, Vasos, but I'm just too tired to enjoy myself with that activity tonight. Especially since I already had to do it just hours ago under very unpleasant circumstances. Could you take a rain check?"
"Of course," he said. "If you're too tired tonight, then of course, just rest up. My penis will still be here tomorrow morning."