02-21-2018, 06:35 AM
Adam was almost done. He may have been a vampire, but his sex organ had a time limit. The more intense everything got, the more his climax was building. All he would have to do afterwards was lull Ethan to sleep with a Mesmer to his voice and the male would be out cold for the rest of the night. It was better for Ethan to at least feel that sort of way than to deal with what Adam could hear within the other side of the mansion. His high hearing heard the smack as if he was literally in the room, which caused him to flinch a bit. He moaned deeply as his sex organ throbbed to the fullest, a soft tingle forming before his eventual release inside of Ethan entirely. He painted heavily, smiling as he knew how potent he was to a human. Conception was probably already occurring within Ethan’s body.
“Sleep,” he commanded, his tone layered as a means to help ease Ethan off to rest. Once he was certain the human was asleep, he hefted the male up and walked towards the bathroom. “Elaine, change the sheets.”
He may have been a monster, but he wouldn’t treat Ethan like filth. He would bathe the male off and ease him into the bed comfortably.
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Maor felt intense pain shoot across his face. Carl had done more than leaving a bruised mark across Maor’s face. Some of the print hit him near the eye and naturally, his jaw ached with a throb. He yelped naturally, the male’s face having turned in the direction the powerful slap had gone. That was a realization for Maor that he couldn’t win in this situation. Carl might have appeared smaller, but he was ever more powerful and clearly more dominant than Maor ever would be. He felt a powerful tug to his pants and instantly they, alongside his boxers were torn away, leaving Maor clad in his shirt and necklace on top of his shoes and socks. That was when he faced Carl again, but seeing Carl’s proud and fat sex organ standing firm and well, powerful, made Maor a bit sick when knowing what the vampire intended to do. Either he complied or basically rotted in a dungeon. He didnt want to say yes, but he Maor couldn’t think of another way out of this. What did he even do to deserve this twisted fate?
“Please,” he begged the male. “I’ll...whatever you want...just don’t hurt me again...”
“Sleep,” he commanded, his tone layered as a means to help ease Ethan off to rest. Once he was certain the human was asleep, he hefted the male up and walked towards the bathroom. “Elaine, change the sheets.”
He may have been a monster, but he wouldn’t treat Ethan like filth. He would bathe the male off and ease him into the bed comfortably.
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Maor felt intense pain shoot across his face. Carl had done more than leaving a bruised mark across Maor’s face. Some of the print hit him near the eye and naturally, his jaw ached with a throb. He yelped naturally, the male’s face having turned in the direction the powerful slap had gone. That was a realization for Maor that he couldn’t win in this situation. Carl might have appeared smaller, but he was ever more powerful and clearly more dominant than Maor ever would be. He felt a powerful tug to his pants and instantly they, alongside his boxers were torn away, leaving Maor clad in his shirt and necklace on top of his shoes and socks. That was when he faced Carl again, but seeing Carl’s proud and fat sex organ standing firm and well, powerful, made Maor a bit sick when knowing what the vampire intended to do. Either he complied or basically rotted in a dungeon. He didnt want to say yes, but he Maor couldn’t think of another way out of this. What did he even do to deserve this twisted fate?
“Please,” he begged the male. “I’ll...whatever you want...just don’t hurt me again...”