new born babe,” his father murmured with a sympathetic smile. “But I’ll be here to help and then you can help the others who have followed you on this path.”
“All of the Breeder-born Aradians have followed me,” Feryn wheezed, the color draining from his face as he thought about all of those he had led astray.
“Yes, I know,” his father grimaced, “But it is the wrong path.”
Swallowing thickly, Feryn turned to his father, “If I do this, if I destroy what I have become to start anew, is there any guarantee that it will work? That I will be stronger than I am now?”
“No,” his father answered bluntly, unwilling to soften the blow. “But it is the only way. If you continue as you are now, you will wither away until there is nothing left of you and you will be forever lost.”
“But I’ll still be alive,” Feryn said, his head whirling with his father’s words.
“You’ll be dead.” His father’s words were coldly spoken but Feryn felt the heat beneath the frozen tone. “You will walk around reveling in a corrupt power and you will be stuck on this plane for eternity, the living dead.”
“I like this plane,” Feryn said with naked honesty. He loved the human realm, his playground.
His father sighed in weariness and looked away. “Yes, but after time it will become too cold here to remain and you will long to move on. If you insist on destroying yourself with vampires you will never be allowed to cross over and you will pray for a death that will never come.”
“How do I do it?” Feryn asked, his skin prickling with apprehension because he didn’t know if he had the strength to fix what he so carelessly broke.
“As quickly as possible,” his father said kindly as he turned to walk away. Pausing, he glanced over his shoulder but didn’t look at Feryn, “And sooner rather than later.”
Now that he allowed his father’s words to penetrate the shield around his heart, Feryn realized that the power he gained with each vampire was wrong and as much as he enjoyed the strength, the sex, he had to end it before he could no longer bear his own company. After an eternity of debates and arguments, he was grateful that Jiro had come to a similar conclusion.
He closed his eyes in painful ecstasy as he allowed himself one last gathering with his beloved pets. It was a week-long orgy of pleasure and blood as he fucked and fed his vampires. Refraining from drinking too much, he groaned as four pairs of sharp teeth pierced his skin, one at his throat, one at his right wrist, one on his left flank, and the fourth on his inner thigh close to the vamp riding his thick erection. Countless hands caressed him as the dark power echoed in his body and he didn’t want to give it up even though he knew it was inevitable.
Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into the familiar gray eyes of his first vampire. Her fingers caressed his face as she smiled down at him, her body slowly undulating as she drove him closer and closer to the edge of release. Ignoring the pull and tearing along his flesh, he reached up and caressed her beloved face. Pushing his fingers into the silky, dark brown locks, he cradled her head as he murmured, “You are so beautiful.”
Smiling shyly, she ducked her head, kissing his palm as she basked in his praise. “You have made me beautiful, my lord.”
Sadly, he no longer knew if that was true. He had the vague memory that she had been a pretty human with long brown hair and gentle curves but nothing too memorable. When she had become a vampire, her skin tone had evened out and her blemishes had disappeared and she had become exquisite. Every imperfection disappeared and she became the most perfect version she could be. Out of all of his vampires, she had been the one to most often share his blood, his bed, and she had a special place in his heart. Melancholy flooded his thoughts and he abruptly wanted to know, “What is your name?”
“I don’t know.”
“All of the Breeder-born Aradians have followed me,” Feryn wheezed, the color draining from his face as he thought about all of those he had led astray.
“Yes, I know,” his father grimaced, “But it is the wrong path.”
Swallowing thickly, Feryn turned to his father, “If I do this, if I destroy what I have become to start anew, is there any guarantee that it will work? That I will be stronger than I am now?”
“No,” his father answered bluntly, unwilling to soften the blow. “But it is the only way. If you continue as you are now, you will wither away until there is nothing left of you and you will be forever lost.”
“But I’ll still be alive,” Feryn said, his head whirling with his father’s words.
“You’ll be dead.” His father’s words were coldly spoken but Feryn felt the heat beneath the frozen tone. “You will walk around reveling in a corrupt power and you will be stuck on this plane for eternity, the living dead.”
“I like this plane,” Feryn said with naked honesty. He loved the human realm, his playground.
His father sighed in weariness and looked away. “Yes, but after time it will become too cold here to remain and you will long to move on. If you insist on destroying yourself with vampires you will never be allowed to cross over and you will pray for a death that will never come.”
“How do I do it?” Feryn asked, his skin prickling with apprehension because he didn’t know if he had the strength to fix what he so carelessly broke.
“As quickly as possible,” his father said kindly as he turned to walk away. Pausing, he glanced over his shoulder but didn’t look at Feryn, “And sooner rather than later.”
Now that he allowed his father’s words to penetrate the shield around his heart, Feryn realized that the power he gained with each vampire was wrong and as much as he enjoyed the strength, the sex, he had to end it before he could no longer bear his own company. After an eternity of debates and arguments, he was grateful that Jiro had come to a similar conclusion.
He closed his eyes in painful ecstasy as he allowed himself one last gathering with his beloved pets. It was a week-long orgy of pleasure and blood as he fucked and fed his vampires. Refraining from drinking too much, he groaned as four pairs of sharp teeth pierced his skin, one at his throat, one at his right wrist, one on his left flank, and the fourth on his inner thigh close to the vamp riding his thick erection. Countless hands caressed him as the dark power echoed in his body and he didn’t want to give it up even though he knew it was inevitable.
Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into the familiar gray eyes of his first vampire. Her fingers caressed his face as she smiled down at him, her body slowly undulating as she drove him closer and closer to the edge of release. Ignoring the pull and tearing along his flesh, he reached up and caressed her beloved face. Pushing his fingers into the silky, dark brown locks, he cradled her head as he murmured, “You are so beautiful.”
Smiling shyly, she ducked her head, kissing his palm as she basked in his praise. “You have made me beautiful, my lord.”
Sadly, he no longer knew if that was true. He had the vague memory that she had been a pretty human with long brown hair and gentle curves but nothing too memorable. When she had become a vampire, her skin tone had evened out and her blemishes had disappeared and she had become exquisite. Every imperfection disappeared and she became the most perfect version she could be. Out of all of his vampires, she had been the one to most often share his blood, his bed, and she had a special place in his heart. Melancholy flooded his thoughts and he abruptly wanted to know, “What is your name?”
“I don’t know.”
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