Page 35 of Across the Sapphire Sea
Valeri met the motion with a thrust of his own, his length hard against Elias’s groin.
“Please,” Elias mumbled, out of breath. “Please.”
A low rumbling groan answered his plea, and without pausing his feast, Valeri scooped him up and laid him upon the forest floor. He covered Elias with his body, his weight a grounding comfort amongst the tempest. The suckling noise never ceased; it rang loud in Elias’s ear, overcoming his fading heartbeat.
Valeri shoved a hand down Elias’s breeches and cupped his soft cock in his palm. There wasn’t enough blood left in his veins for the shaft to harden, but the touch felt divine all the same. Elias pushed into the caress with what little strength he had left.
Thump… thump… thump…
Elias’s muscles failed him. His body went limp, and his head lolled sideways. Dead pine needles crunched beneath his cheek. His vision blurred, so he closed his eyes.
Valeri continued to drink. The weight of him grew heavier by the second.Still here. Still here. Not dead yet.Panic threatened to crowd his mind, but he forced the anxiety back. He’d asked for this. He would die and then wake a demon, like Valeri.
Thump… thump…
Thoughts tumbled over each other. Elias couldn’t properly grab any of them. The fields on fire, the ash covering the ground, the buds of a new crop breaking through the soil. That life was over now.
Thump…
The world grew silent. Valeri’s weight was gone from his chest. Elias floated. In the distance, a soft golden light flickered amid the blackness that engulfed him.
The flicker was dashed away before he could rise and investigate.
Ambrosia exploded on his tongue. Sweet and spicy drops. He arched, seeking more, lips closing to form a seal so he could suck the nectar down his throat in great gasping swallows.
As his strength returned, Elias grabbed at the offered wrist and held it prisoner to his starving mouth. In a haze of gluttony, he drank. The blood filled his stomach, his veins, his cock. He ached with need.
“Very good.” Valeri’s voice. Extremely close to his face.
Elias opened his eyes to see him, but what he saw was so startling he squeezed them shut again and moaned.
“You’re all right,” said Valeri, his free hand stroking Elias’s short hair. “That’s normal. Nothing to fear.”
Nothing to fear.Elias would laugh but his mouth was full. He opened his eyes again, carefully this time, just a slit between his lids, but even still color poured in the likes of which he never knew existed. Bright, though it was nighttime, the browns and greens of the forest practically glowing in their vibrancy. Valeri’s eyes, acorn brown but shimmering like jewels in their sockets.
And the smells! Beyond the overpowering metallic notes of the blood as it gushed down his throat were the aromas of nature. Soil, rock, pine, dung, livestock, smoke, and grain; all of it jumbled in his nose and fighting for attention. Too much.
Valeri tore his wrist away.
Elias yowled like a feral cat in protest. He needed more.
Lying back, Valeri opened his arms and turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. “Your fangs are ready. Bite me.”
Elias ran his tongue along his teeth; the familiar ridges and slopes were interrupted by two deadly daggers protruding from his upper jaw. If he wasn’t careful, he’d cut his own tongue. He crawled over Valeri and stared at his throat. Beneath the skin, a web of blue veins sprawled like stria variations in marble. His new preternatural vision could follow each delectable path.
He chose the biggest of them and bit. Valeri’s arms closed around his back and held him tight. Blood filled his mouth, and Elias swallowed it eagerly. He ground his hips against Valeri’s, cocks hard and trapped between them.
Valeri’s hands slid to his ass and encouraged the movement.
Elias rutted like an animal. Teeth in his lover’s neck, body between his legs, climax building fast between them. All his senses were overloaded. Too much to taste, too many scents to decipher, the sound of his own desperate feeding pounded in his ears above all else.
“Yes,” Valeri growled beneath him. “That’s it.”
A sudden fear invaded Elias’s mind. Could he take too much? He never wanted this to end, but he didn’t want to kill Valeri either.
“Take what you need to be strong,” said Valeri in that way he had of reading Elias’s every thought. “Drain me.”
Fears banished, Elias continued with a new zeal. He drank in mindless abandon, thrusting his way to crisis against Valeri’s willing body. When Valeri’s arms grew weak and fell to the side, Elias grabbed them, yanked them overhead, and pinned them to the ground by the wrists. He liked the feel of his lover helpless and gasping under him.
