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Hey guys, I'm really sorry for the long wait. I had this chapter finished and part of the next one when my computer decided to crash and they couldn't save anything. So needless to say I've learnt the value of back ups! Haha. Apart from that though, I was in the middle of exams, so didn't have much spare time. Also, as most of you know, it's the Football World Cup in South Africa, so... I've been busy celebrating along with the rest of the country! Also, I've actually started working part time, so yeah... I know, I know... excuses excuses, but I just want you guys to know that I'm sill enjoying writing the story and there's going to be a lot more chapters, and I can already feel the pace of things picking up in the story. I think this is probably one of the most enjoyable chapters so far (I wont say why, u will find out soon enough), so, ENJOY!!!
Ch. 4
"Dante! Where are you? I know you're here, I can feel you."
Nico shouted as he ran up the stairs. He could feel Dante's aura around the place, he knew he was around here somewhere.
"Dante, this is serious. Stop playing games with me. I need to talk to you."
"My, my, little brother. Such passion. What is it now." Dante appeared out of shadows as he spoke, seemingly out of thin air.
"We had an agreement. You're compromising us. What the hell is wrong with you."
"What are you talking about, Raf?"
"You know what I'm talking about. The killings. Two families, dead. Signs of sexual violation. All the electric circuitry fried. Sulphur on the bodies. What the hell were you thinking. You know we're the only two here. And I know it wasn't me."
"Nico, I don't know what you're on about. What killings? I haven't hunted in town, you know that. I go to prisons, you know that. It was part of the agreement."
"Then why did you kill two families. A mother and her daughters and a father and his sons. You promised Dante. Why would you do this?"
"Nico, I swear by our mother that I have nothing to do with this. Stop and think about it, you know I couldn't have had anything to do with this. What use have I for men? You know that I do not sure the blessed gift with you. I can only draw powers from women."
Nico stopped to think. What Dante said was true, but it threw him a bit. He had been so sure that it was Dante who had killed the people. It had to be. They were the only two of their kind in the whole of New York, and two of only four in the whole of the US. All of them were male and Nico was the only one who possessed he blessed gift. The implications of it not being Dante were frightening.
"Dante, do you swear you had nothing to do with this. You swear on the life of our mother?"
"Raf, listen to me. Why would I lie about this? I know we have had our disagreements, but I have not done this. Why would I? How could I?"
Nico sat silently, digesting what his brother was saying. After several moments, he managed to speak again.
"You know what this means, don't you? We've been betrayed. The Illuminati should have informed us of another in America. We are of the highest bloodline, they are sworn to inform us of the movements of our kind away from the old Empire."
"Nico, stop being so irrational about this. Accusations are not going to get us anywhere. Think about it, maybe the Illuminati did not know of the movement. Maybe it's a newling?"
"A newling? There hasn't been a newling in more than fifty years. And there has never been a newling outside of the old Empire. And if there was, there would have been signs. It would have been on the news. And if it wasn't, the Illuminati would have informed us."
"Look, Nico, I'm not saying it's a newling, but we shouldn't be too hasty to take action. We need to get all the facts. I agree with you something's not right here, but before we decide to do anything, we have to find out what it is."
"But, do you think that there can be a newling? A newling with the blessed gift?
"Well, I doubt it very much, even for our kind, it is rare. It may be that there is a male and a female involved. Perhaps even more than two. Even so, we need to take precautions – lay low. Perhaps they do not even know there are others of their kind."
"Well, what do you suggest we do? Their powers aren't developed enough yet to track effectively. And even if they were, I would be pretty much useless, I do not feed well enough or often enough to be of much use beyond the basics."
"Well, do what you want, but I'm going back to Italy. I'm going to gather information and get to the bottom of this. If it is a newling, someone's going to have to get them into line. If it's the Illuminati's fault, someones going to have to piss on their parade."
"You can't just go back to Italy without letting the family know, Dante."
"And why not? I don't understand their hold over you, Nico. You used to be so independent, so much more awesome. In the past, you woudn't have given a flying fuck what the family things, now you're here worrying like a little girl. What's happened to you? There's nothing they can do to stop us, even if they wanted to. They know we hold the true power and they're deluding themselves if they think they can beat us."
"I've learnt the value of life, Dante. They're people too. People who deserve a shot at a normal life without us two casting suspicion on them."
"A get a life, Nico. I'm going to Italy. Whether you want to admit it or not, it's the quickest way to get to the bottom of this. And as to the family, they can seriously go fuck themselves if they think they even have the slightest bit of control over me. I'm going, that's final."
Nico took a deep breath before continuing. He knew when his brother got like this, it was pointless arguing with him. It was a trait they both shared.
"How long are you going for?"
"I'll take a flight to Rome tonight. If you can have that awesome secretary of ours have a company jet meet me there, it would be great. And tell him he doesn't need to let the rest of our family know of my arrival, they'll find out soon enough. I'll be back in a week or so."
With that, Dante turned around and strode to his room. Nico wandered back towards the kitchen area, not sure what to do. His mind was swimming with thoughts, all of them dark. The idea that the Illuminati had somehow missed tracking one of their kind was disturbing. The organization was, after all, headed by the oldest of their kind, even if the other members didn't know it. If he couldn't keep track of their kind, no one could. The implications of there being newlings for the first time in fifty years were even worse, however.
It was about five minutes later that Dante emerged from his room carrying only a leather bag, no doubt with only the essentials in it. He would buy what he needed as he needed it.
"See ya soon, brother." "Dante? Please let me know as soon as possible if you find anything out. My regards to the priest."
"Sure thing."
With that, Dante strode out the front door, sliding into the awaiting car.
Nico sat watching yet another dreary New York day pass by. It was a Saturday and it had been just over a week since Dante had left for Italy and still he had received no news. There had been another murder, this time a family of four, both parents and a son and a daughter. The more he thought about it, the more Nico thought the signs pointed to newlings. Those of their race who had matured fully simply did not leave such tell tale signs such as sulphur and electrical impulses lying around after the dead. Still, he couldn't discount the fact that it could very well be an adult. Not all of their kind were as selective in their prey as Dante, and none of them were as merciful in draining powers as Nico was.
The problem bothered Nico more than he was prepared to admit and it had become apparent to Christian and Bianca too. He had tried his best to avoid them, given how preoccupied he was. He simply didn't want them getting to curious about his personal life. Still, Nico had to admit to himself, there was more to it than that. The better he got to know the two of them, the more he felt himself drawn to them. There was something unnatural in the friendship he shared with them, he knew. His kind were not meant to make friends. Their very natures dictated that. Yet he could still felt himself drawn, almost compelled to the siblings. He felt it every time he saw one of them: that tingling feeling starting in his groin followed by something much more powerful, much more intimate. It was something he could still not quite put his finger on. To make matters worse, it was especially strong towards Christian. Beautiful, sweet Christian. The way his muscles rippled, obviously visible even through the layers of clothes he sometimes wore. It wasn't obscenely huge muscles, just very defined. The chiseled features of his face. That golden brown skin his jaw, with just a hint of blond stubble peaking through. His golden blond hair, the way his lips rested on each other when he was concentrating in class, the smallest suggestion of a frown as he tried furiously to scribble down notes.
Nico shook his head as he felt the familiar tingling sensation stir through his body. What was it about the boy that made him so uncomfortable yet drew his so completely. He knew he was not fully fed, the small helpings of sexual energy he took with such irregularity barely satisfying his hunger, but in the years he had been living on this strict diet, he had never struggled so hard to control it. It was as if everytime he was near the boy, he wanted to rip his clothes off, to throw him on a bed, to be intimate with every part of the boy's body. It was a strange feeling, as Nico hadn't seen him in anything less than dressed against the New York cold, but still, somehow he knew that there was a delicious body under those clothes. He could feel himself losing control over his instincts more and more every time Christian was around him. Every now and then, he would feel himself releasing pheromones into air, or his eyes flashing brilliantly. On Friday they had been in class together and he had found himself doing both. Christian had started leaning in closer to Nico, seemingly entranced. The boy had started reaching his hand out to touch Nico's shoulder before Nico realized what he was doing and got a grip on himself. Christian had snapped out of the trance and had been dazed the rest of the day, frowning to himself clearly not understanding why he had so suddenly and briefly been attracted to Nico. He was straight for shit's sake!
Again, Nico found himself shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He had larger problems than Christian. One of their kind was rampaging around town, killing innocent people and clearly building up his or her powers for something. There was no need to feed that often, unless they were storing up for something which was going to need a large amount of power expended at once. The thought worried Nico, especially because of the fact that he didn't feed properly and would therefore be susceptible to someone with such huge power reserves. He would be able to handle himself if it was a newling, but if it was a renegade adult, his chances diminished rapidly.
Frustrated with his own train of thought, Nico stood up to shower. He noticed that while he had been so deep in thought, the world outside had turned black and the street lights had come on. He hadn't notice the time passing by as his thoughts had run back and forth over the same problems, trying to grapple with them, trying to make sense of them. Jumping in the shower, he made sure the water was searing hot. He toweled himself dry and jumped into bed, naked. The sheets felt good against his clean skin. He focused his thoughts on the rhythm of his breathing, forcing himself to fall asleep by sheer force of will.
The next morning went by in a blur until his final class for the day, which he shared with Nico. Again he felt his senses piqued by the beautiful boy sitting next to him. He forced himself to concentrate on the lecture, however. Afterwards, he stood up packing his things.
"So, what you doing now? I don't really feel like going home just yet because Bianca's only finishing up at 5pm. I've got a few hours to kill." "Ah, not much hey, probably going to head off home."
"Speaking of which, I've known you for a few weeks now and I still haven't coined an invite to see where you stay? Trying to hide something?" Christian said with a playful twinkle in his eyes. "I promise I wont think less of you if you stay in a shack or a homeless shelter."
"No man, it's nothing like that. My house is just boring, that's all. It's really quiet and there's not much to do here."
"Well, it's gotta be better than our place dude, especially with Bianca still in class till later today. What say you I come home with you, we kick back and relax a bit. I could do with some peace and quiet."
"Um, I don't know man. I'm serious there's nothing to do there. It really isn't fun."
"Well, let me be the judge of that. Stop being such a chick dude, seriously."
Nico bit his bottom lip while thinking about it. If he was going to continue this friendship with Bianca and Christian, they were going to have to see where he stayed at some stage. He supposed there was no real harm in allowing him Christian to come home with him. In fact, this was probably a better time than any with Dante still being in Italy.
"OK, you can come. But if you're bored, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Sweet! You taking the subway home?"
As they were talking the two of them had started walking outside in the direction that Nico always got picked up. He turned around to face Christian.
"OK, if you come with, you can't judge me or change the way you think about me. It's still the same me."
"Dude, what are you on about? I was just asking about the subway? But if you don't take the subway that's cool too. I'm up for some walking."
"I don't walk, Christian, that's not what I meant. You see that black car over there? That's what I go home in."
Nico did a double take as he looked in the direction of the black Maybach Nico was pointing at. The valet was standing outside the car his smart black and gold uniform, letting out his trademark puff of cigarette smoke.
"Wow, you get chauffer driven around town? Nice. Your parents must be loaded, huh?"
"Yeah I suppose. Now come on."
The valet opened the car door and Nico slid in, moving onto the next seat to make space for Christian. The boy then climbed into the car, his eyes still wide.
"Shit dude, you have television in your car. We struggle to afford television in our apartment. What the hell! And it's all leather. Wow, you seriously have to invite me around a bit more."
Nico found himself blushing lightly at Christian's comments. The ride home continued with Christian exploring the car, pushing buttons to see what they did. His face was incredulous by the time they arrived home.
"Wow, nice apartment block. Which one do you guys stay in?"
"Um, it's a house Christian. The whole thing. I share it with my brother."
Again, Christian looked like he could be pushed over with a feather. This time, however, he said nothing and followed Nico into the house.
Walking into the entrance hall, Nico immediately noticed the two bags standing to the side of the sweeping stairs. His first thought was that Dante was home, but he couldn't sense his brother anywhere in the house. He looked at the bags more closely and recognized them as his own. Just as he was about to walk closer to inspect them, he noticed one of the maids walk quickly down the stairs towards him. He stopped waiting for her to arrive. For once, Nico was thankful she decided to speak in Italian. He was glad that Christian couldn't understand her.
"My Lord, your brother telephoned from Italy. He gave instructions for your things to be packed immediately. He says there is urgent family business that requires your presence in Italy immediately. He has sent a company jet to take you straight to home. It is waiting for your arrival at the airport. Also, your brother sent this package with the aircraft and instructed me to hand you your passport too."
As she finished, the maid handed over the envelope she had been holding as well as Nico's passport. He flopped the passport down onto the table beside him and studied the letter. It was in his brother's own handwriting and was addressed to him. Turning it over, he saw that his brother had sealed it with wax which had been stamped with his personal insignia. He broke the seal, reading the letter silently. His brother written everything in latin, a sign that he was being serious.
Raf, thing's aren't looking too good at the moment. I need you to come home ASAP. Don't want to risk explaining too much in the letter. Family problems. Please don't argue with me on this one, you need to be here. Dante.
Nico reread the letter again, before he was interrupted by Christian.
"Um, Raf, I'm no expert in passports and all, but why does it say here on your passport that your title is prince. And why is it a diplomatic passport?"
Nico looked up to see Christian looking quizzically at him, holding the passport. He had obviously picked it up to look through it while Nico had been so wrapped up in the letter his brother had sent. He swore silently under his breath. He had known Christian would find out his family had money by inviting him home, but he hadn't intended to expose himself this much.
"Um, why don't we go upstairs and grab something to eat?"
"Yeah sure, I could do with a bite."
The two of them bounded up the stairs and settled on chairs in the kitchen next to each other. Nico instructed the chef in Italian to prepare them something to eat.
"Personal chef, huh? So are you going to let me in on what the deal is with all this?"
Nico sighed to himself. There was no way he was going to explain all of this away. He decided to just be honest with Christian.
"Ok, look, I didn't really mean for you to find all of this out about me, because I don't want you to change the way you think about me."
"Raf, dude, I already promised you I won't. Just tell me what this is all about."
"Well, if you must know, yes I am a prince. I'm descended from an Italian royal family. I'm on a diplomatic passport because we are sort of symbolic state officials, so we travel everywhere on diplomatic passports. It just makes things easier for everyone. I don't know how much you know about Italian history, but I'm a Savoy, as in descendent from the Savoy kings who ruled over a pretty big part of Northern Italy up until the country was unified. We don't really have much power anymore, but we retained a lot of the titles and wealth in our family. I suppose you can call it tradition."
Christian sat open mouthed as he took in what Nico was telling him. He didn't react until the chef had placed two gourmet sandwiches infront of each of them.
"So, your dad is like a king?"
"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that, but yeah, he was something like that."
"Fuck dude, do you have any idea how awesome that is! I mean, you read about all these royals and shit, but you don't ever really expect to ever meet one. It's like you're living a fairy tale. You're like a real fucking prince!"
"Christian, it's not as impressive as all that, I promise. It's largely a symbolic thing, there's nothing really important about it anymore. I'm the same as any other person around town. And I promise you, it's not exactly a fairy tale. You think I would have left Italy if it was?"
"Yeah but still dude. You're a fucking prince!"
Nico couldn't help but smile ruefully at Christian who had developed an idiotic grin which lit up his whole face. Clearly he was impressed.
"Yeah well, anyway. It's nothing. I got a letter from my brother saying I have to go back to Italy. My flight leaves like soon. I'm really sorry man, I know I said we could hang out and whatever this afternoon, but he's made all the arrangements already. He says it's urgent."
"Is your brother OK?"
"Yeah, it's not him that's the problem. But there's other family stuff we have to sort out. I'm really sorry man. I'll get the chauffer to drive you home if you want?"
"Nah dude, it's ok, I'll take the subway. So I take it you wont be coming to class for a while?"
"Yeah, I don't know how long I'll be, but I can't see it being more than a week, ten days at most. So I'll see you next week."
"Ah, bummer. I'm sure Bianca will be disappointed. I know she was planning on us all going to some broadway show this weekend or something. I don't know."
"Ah well tell her I'm sorry man. But listen, I really have to go. I don't mean to be rude."
"No worries man, seriously, chill. I'll catch you next week some time then?"
Nico walked Christian back to the door. The boy had taken his coat off and had been wearing a short sleeve top underneath it. Nico couldn't help but notice how his tanned biceps flexed as he pulled the coat back on. Again, he felt the familiar tingling start up again. He couldn't wait for summer so he could see what the boy's body really looked like.
Nico stepped out of the house, shaking Christian's hand as he bade him farewell. He closed the door behind him, ran up to his room and quickly changed into a suit, but again not bothering with a tie. He walked quickly back down again, slipped his passport and his brother's letter into his coat pocket, picked up his two bags and climbed into the car. The car pulled of into the traffic, heading towards the airport.
A few hours later, Nico was sitting in the air mulling over possible reasons that his brother needed him so urgently in Italy. He didn't notice the air steward until he was standing infront of him, asking Nico if he wanted anything to eat or drink.
Nico realized immediately what his brother had planned for him. The air steward was no older than nineteen, but had the body of a male supermodel. He was wearing a tight fitting white formal shirt with perfectly tailored black pants and shoes. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, fitting snuggly around deeply tanned and clearly defined biceps. He was not huge, but built much like Nico himself, not exactly slender but with enough muscle to show the boy clearly enjoyed his exercise. He was fit and trim, and it was clear he had a hard body under the clothes. As his eyes traveled further up the boy's body, Nico realized the boy must be Italian, very likely a servant from one of their estates. He had the typical deeply tanned Italian olive skin, with dark brown mysterious eyes and an awesomely sensuous mouth. His hair was short and spiked with gel, shining midnight black as it caught the artificial light in the jet's cabin.
Nico ordered a coke before watching the boy walk back to the kitchenette. The boy had broad shoulders and a narrow waste. His ass was tight and clearly well muscled. Nico could feel the tingling starting in his groin, but felt it sweep over his body with a fervour. It had been around a month ago that he had last slated his thirst for sex and energy, and the teasing he had endured from the poor unwitting Christian had amplified his hunger. Without realizing what he was doing, Nico started giving in to his instincts. His eyes started sparkling brightly, his body started coating the air around him with a seductive scent. His voice turned husky and his mannerisms became calculatedly masculine and sensual. Nico unbuckled his seatbelt and headed towards the kitchen where the boy had just finished pouring Nico's coke into a glass.
Squeezing past the boy, Nico allowed his hands to softly land on the boy's shoulders, hinting at contact yet not overtly suggesting anything. He took the coke and stood a foot or so away from the boy, talking to him. His voice was still husky and raw, his body still flooding the area around him with the smell of raw sexuality.
"What's your name?"
"It's Carlo, my Lord."
"Where are you from, Carlo? I take it my brother recruited you from one of our estates?"
The boy barely managed a nod. He seemed to be entranced with Nico's every movement, watching Nico intently. Nico continued making small talk, finding himself giving in more and more to his instincts, feeling the tingling in his groin spread to engulf his entire body in the sensation. He hadn't felt this good in years. Even when hunting in New York he never allowed himself to let go completely, but today he just couldn't help himself. He felt more out of control than he had in a long time, and he felt himself surrendering to the feelings of lust and carnal pleasure more and more.
By this time, Nico had clearly captured the boy's interest. Even as the boy tried to make sense of his sudden and urgent attraction to his master, Nico started circling in for the kill. He allowed himself to touch the boy more and more as he carried on talking, starting off with laying his hand on the boy's shoulders to emphasize a point, then clasping the boy's bicep as the conversational became more intimate and personal. Nico luxuriated in the rock solid feeling of steel as his hands circled the boy's arm. Finally, Nico could see the boy was ready, and started lightly touching the boy's chest. Again, he marveled at the solidity of the boy's body. It felt incredible as he occasionally allowed his fingers to linger over Carlo. By this time, Nico could see Carlo clearly shivering in anticipation of what was to come, what Nico was promising him through subtle manipulation of his senses. Up to this point, Nico had not been overt in his actions or words as to his intentions. Now, however, he could sense that he had completed the web around the boy and that he could start drawing him in.
Feigning his need to return to his seat to squeeze past the boy, Nico again placed his hand on the boy's shoulders. This time, however, the boy was facing him and Nico moved past slowly. He slowed down even further as he felt his crotch pressing against Carlo's crotch and could feel that the boy was already half hard. He allowed his hands to slip from Carlo's shoulders and started rubbing his firm, muscled chest. He leaned in closer to the boy as if to tell him something, and as the boy leaned in to hear what Nico had to say, Nico gently started nibbling on his neck, just above the collar. Carlo tensed up, but eventually gave in to the sensation as Nico's kiss became more passionate, more intimate. As Nico felt the young stud in front of him surrender to the pleasure, he moved his hands closer to the boy's chest and without warning, pulled the shirt, ripping all the buttons off. Carlo once again tensed up, briefly opening his eyes to see what Nico was doing, but Nico didn't skip a beat. He lowered his mouth, using his hands to open the shirt wider. He carried on kissing the boy, first around his neck, the gradually lower onto his chest. The skin he was kissing was deeply tanned and soft, but beneath it, Nico could feel the steel hardness of solid muscle as the boy spasmed in pleasure. Nico allowed waves of pleasure to rush into the boy from his hands and mouth, concentrating it wherever he touched the boy's flesh.
Finally kissing the boy's chest, Nico found it lightly covered with the same black hair on the boy's head. Standing back, he allowed himself to drink in Carlo's beauty. He had a light covering of pitch black hair on his chest, but it thinned out and disappeared before reaching his stomach. The boy had a six pack that would make most gymnasts jealous and v-lines descending into the black pants he was wearing. Beneath his belly button was a thin treasure trail, hinting at the thick bush of black hair hidden by the pants. Once again, Nico lowered his lips to the boy's body, this time lightly licking each of his nipples, before sucking on them. By this time, the boy was squirming in pleasure and had started breathing raggedly. Nico could feel the boy's manhood firm up against his own crotch and the sensation started making Nico hard too.
With one fluid motion, Nico pulled Carlo's shirt off, again without breaking the suction on the boy's nipple. He pushed the boy's hands above his head, against the kitchen cabinet above them and started licking lightly and softly along the boy's sides. He continued licking past the boy's armpits, taking a few seconds to manipulate the black hairs in each pit as he tickled Carlo with his tongue. He then flattened his tongue, licking each armpit as if it was an ice cream, again making Carlo shudder with pleasure.
By this time, Carlo was holding his arms up by his own volition, and Nico lowered his own arms and started fiddling with the boy's buckle. He unfastened the belt and the top button on the boy's pants and pulled them down, taking the boy's underwear down too. The boy's penis was caught in the underwear, but then snapped free, smacking against his steely abs with a loud thud. Again Nico took the time to behold the boy. His penis was around 6 inches long, thin and uncut. Beneath it were two heavy balls, hanging low. All of this was surrounded by a thick patch of coal black hair, glistening softly in the light. The boy also had a very deep tan line in the shape of swimming trunks which were so popular in Italy. The difference between the boy's stomach and legs and his crotch was amazing, with his upper thighs and crotch being almost pearly white while the rest of his body was deeply tanned as only those with Mediterranean blood manage to achieve. The tan lines made Nico even more horny than he already was.
Without thinking, Nico quickly unbuckled his own belt, pulling his dick out and then spinning the boy around, pushing his cock in between the boy's cheeks and gripping Carlo's cock in his right hand. He dry humped Carlo while slowly pumping the boy's uncut cock back and forth. Nico could feel precum leaking from his own cock, the longer he carried on, the faster and heavier it leaked. Eventually, he felt his penis glide slickly through Carlos ass cheeks. By this time, Carlo had also started leaking precum, and Nico used it to lubricate the boy's cock.
Pushing Carlo's chest onto the kitchen counter and using his own legs to kick the boys legs further apart, Nico grabbed his own cock with his right hand and started guiding it to Carlo's hole. He pushed it against the tight hole, feeling it sliding slowly in. With a slight plop, his cock head was in the boys hole and by the feel of it, Nico realized that this was the first time someone was taking the boy from behind. This time, Nico concentrated the surges of pleasure he was sending into Carlo's body, channeling it through his cock into Carlo's ass. Almost immediately, the boy started groaning in pleasure as a response.
Carlo's ass felt so tight against Nico that it nearly drove him insane. He started pumping his cock in and out of Carlo's ass, slowly at first, but then more aggressively until it looked like he was trying to split Carlo in two. Carlo's own penis had stiffened into steel and by this time, Nico was pumping it in rhythm with his own violent thrusts. As he continued fucking Carlo, Nico could feel the energy run out of the boy's body into his own, even as he increased the amount of pleasure the boy felt. He became almost heady from the sensation of this much energy flooding through his body, the feeling intensified by the fact that he had not taken this much energy so violently from another person in years. Nico continued ramming his cock up the boys ass, quicker and more roughly.
Suddenly, Carlo's entire body tensed up as the boy let out a deep, raw moan. His cock started spurting cum all over the kitchen cabinets, his first three shots so much that they started running down the cabinets and puddling on the floor. Two more shots came out, also shooting quite far, before the last few shots dribbled out of the boy's rapidly shrinking cock.
Meanwhile, the feeling of Carlo's ass clamping down on his dick brought Nico to the point of orgasm. He felt huge quantities of energy rushing into his body as the boy climaxed, the feeling further stoking on his own soon to erupt orgasm. The feeling got so intense that Nico almost couldn't stand it anymore and quickly pulled his dick out from Carlo's ass. He pumped his cock just once before it erupted, shooting several beads of thick white cum straight over Carlos back and into his hair. The next few shots while not as strong, still came in the same quantity and landed in ribbons over the boys back. Carlo collapsed in exhaustion on the floor, almost unconscious from the magnitude of his orgasm. It was clear that he was fighting off fatigue, a battle that he was quickly loosing as his eyes closed slowly. By this time, Nico had gathered some of his thoughts and looked at shock at what he had just done. Carlo was lying on the floor, cum all over his body, his pants around his ankles. The boy was unconscious from all the energy Nico had drained form him and would probably remain that way for the next few days.
The idea of what he had just done nauseated Nico. He had almost killed the boy. In fact, if it hadn't been for the fact that his body had been so overwhelmed by the sensation of absorbing so much energy from Carlo, he wouldn't have pulled his cock out of the boy before he came. The result would have been that the boy would have been dead instead of unconscious. The thought that it hadn't even been through his own self-control that he had spared the boy made Nico shiver in disgust to himself. He suddenly felt dirty and disgusted with himself. How could he have done this to the boy. After all these years of being careful, taking only what he needed, how had he so suddenly and brutally lost control? What had he just allowed himself to be? Was that dream of being inexorably drawn to the dark evil being by the water's edge coming true? Had it actually been a prophecy of things to come?
So... PLEASE let me know what you guys think of the story so far. Like I said, I'm sorry for the really long wait, it hopefully won't happen again! The chapters will come out more quickly from now on, I'm hoping a MINIMUM of at least one a week. I would really appreciate some feedback! Also, if enough of you are interested, il start up a mailing list so that i can notify you guys as they get loaded up to nifty!
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Luca.
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