Page 56 of Dracula: Bound in Blood

“Call me Vlad.”

“Vlad...”

With a final, obscene slurp, Dracula pulled back. His fangs glinted in the dim light as he licked his lips. “So responsive,” he purred, his voice a dark rumble that Jonathan felt in his bones. “I need to taste you.”

Jonathan whimpered as he felt the sharp point of Dracula’s fang press against his quivering rim. The brief sting of pain was quickly replaced by a warm, slick sensation as Dracula’s saliva mingled with his own fluids. Jonathan moaned, his hips rocking back instinctively.

“That’s it, my love,” Dracula murmured, his fingers teasing Jonathan’s dripping entrance. “Open for me.”

One long, dexterous finger breached Jonathan’s loosened hole, sliding deep and curling against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Jonathan keened, his eyes rolling back in bliss. Dracula set asteady rhythm, pumping his finger in and out, adding a second, then a third.

Jonathan’s passage clenched greedily around Dracula’s invading digits, drawing them deeper. He was beyond thought, beyond words, his entire being focused on the fire building low in his belly. Dracula’s touch was everywhere, his lips, teeth, and tongue mapping every inch of Jonathan’s trembling body.

“Soon,” Dracula promised, his breath hot against Jonathan’s ear. “Soon I will claim you, make you mine. Forever.”

“Yes,” Jonathan choked. “Please, Dracula, I need—“

He didn’t know when his pants and shoes hit the wall across the room, but now his legs were wide open, his cock painfully erect and leaking, and his shirt open, exposing him to the man above him.

Dracula’s fangs sank into Jonathan’s neck, piercing skin and muscle. Pleasure exploded through Jonathan’s body, white-hot and all-consuming. He screamed, his voice lost in the roar of his own heartbeat as Dracula drank deep.

In that moment, Jonathan surrendered himself completely. His body, his soul, his very essence belonged to Dracula. The world fell away, narrowing to the two of them—immortal and mortal, joined as one.

Dracula’s cock pressed against Jonathan’s slick, prepared entrance. With a single, smooth thrust, he sheathed himselffully, penetrating Jonathan’s completely. Jonathan’s back bowed as Dracula penetrated him fully, the vampyre’s thick cock stretching him impossibly wide. A moan tore from Jonathan’s throat, raw and primal, as he surrendered himself completely to Dracula’s claiming.

“Yes,” Jonathan gasped, his fingers digging into Dracula’s shoulders, nails scoring the immortal flesh. “Take me, Vlad. Make me yours.”

Dracula obliged, setting a brutal pace that left Jonathan breathless and boneless beneath him. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed obscenely in the dank basement, mingling with Jonathan’s choked cries of pleasure.

Dracula’s fangs found Jonathan’s neck again, piercing the tender flesh. Jonathan shuddered, his cock pulsing between their sweat-slicked bodies as Dracula drank deep.

Jonathan’s climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing as he spilled between their writhing bodies. Dracula followed moments later, his fangs still buried in Jonathan’s neck as he emptied himself deep inside the young man’s spasming hole.

He continued to drink, drink until his solicitor had passed out from the blood loss. He had to move fast, before the weakened heart ceased to beat.

“I will take care of you, no matter what you become,” Dracula murmured his promise before biting into his own wrist andallowing the blood to drip in steady, then heavy drips into Jonathan’s slack mouth.

The Next Night

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open, his vision swimming into focus. The dank basement came into sharp relief, the scent of mold and decay mingling with the metallic tang of blood. His body ached, but the pain was dulled by the warmth of Dracula’s arms around him. He shifted slightly, feeling the rough earthen floor beneath them and the vampyre’s cool skin against his own.

He turned his head to see Dracula lying beside him, his dark eyes watching Jonathan intently. There was a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that Jonathan had never seen before.

“How do you feel?” Dracula asked, his voice gentle.

Jonathan took a moment to assess his body. He felt different, stronger. His senses were heightened, and he could hear thefaint rustling of leaves outside and the distant hoot of an owl. He could feel the hum of life within the very walls of this hut. He could hear his pup’s heart in a way he’d never heard a heartbeat before, as if he could track the very blood in his veins.

“I feel... alive,” Jonathan said, a smile tugging at his lips. “But different. Changed.”

Dracula returned the smile, his fingers brushing a lock of hair from Jonathan’s forehead. “You are changed, my love. You are now like me. Immortal. And you’re...not mad...”

Jonathan’s eyes widened, but there was no fear, only wonder. “Immortal,” he repeated, tasting the word on his tongue. The word settled over him like a heavy cloak. Images of Lucy and his colleagues flashed before him. They would continue growing older, their lives unfolding in the blink of an eye while he remained unchanged.

“Yes,” Dracula said. “And together, we shall explore this world anew. There is so much I want to show you, to experience with you.”

Jonathan’s smile widened, “I want that too,” he said softly, “But there’s something I need to do first,” he added, his voice filled with newfound determination.

Dracula quirked an eyebrow. “And what might that be?”

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