*YAOI WARNING* If you don't like yaoi, for whatever reason, don't read this chapter. Just skip right over it. Go to the next one. You won't miss any plot I promise. For the sakes of those who don't like yaoi, I've written this chapter to only be the Golbez x Cain "love" scene, so that you can still read the story without reading this chapter and hating the fic.
It's not too explicit though, so if you're looking for some really hardcore stuff I suggest you look elsewhere. This is just… well, you'll see. Blood fetish, I guess. Not even sex, just violence. It's bad. And I'm rambling. Just read it, or skip ahead.
~
There was a crash as the breastplate hit the floor. Cain simply stood there, like a statue. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Golbez?"
"Yes. Take off that goddamned helmet."
He did, revealing his chiseled features and long, thick mane of blonde hair. I smiled at him, which must have frightened him because the helmet slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor, joining the breastplate. His legs shook ever so slightly as he took a step back, staring at the floor, afraid to look me in the face.
"You're afraid of me, Cain. You said you didn't feel anything anymore, and yet you're afraid." He was really shaking now, and I relished his fear. "You lied to me, Cain, and I don't like being lied to." My smile widened, revealing my teeth for him to see. I ran my tongue over them; sharp white teeth, some people might consider them animal teeth.
I took a step toward him. He stepped back. "Are you afraid of me, Cain?"
He nodded, a barely discernible movement. "I thought so. You're afraid of me, Cain, because everyone's afraid of me. But also because you know me better than a great many people do. Don't you feel privileged?"
A nod, once again barely there. I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides, and put a hand on his shoulder in an almost fatherly way. "You should be happy to be alive, Cain. Rubicant is the only minion of mine to live longer than you in service to me. But that could always change."
He was trembling visibly now. My smile widened and my lips curled back. I leaned down and bit Cain's neck, not hard, but enough to draw blood. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. I laughed, and stared down at the bright red blood beading around the cut. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked them up.
I could feel his pulse beating against the cut. I must have come close to an artery or something, but it made no difference. More blood beaded up around the cut, shining, bright, ruby-red. I licked that up as well, feeling the iron tang of the blood roll across my tongue before I swallowed it.
His knees gave out and he fell. I kneeled by him, fixated with this cut on his neck. The blood flow began to ease up. I bit him again, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Tears welled up in Cain's eyes, I could see them. He was afraid. He was angry… if he dared to be so.
I gripped his shirt in my hands and tore it off him, revealing the well-sculpted muscles of a Dragon Knight. My teeth left his neck, which had stopped bleeding again and sank into his shoulder. More blood. Sweet, sweet blood… his skin gave way easily beneath my sharp teeth and blood spilled into my mouth. I didn't care if it would make me sick later or anything. I loved the taste of the knight's blood as it rolled off my tongue and down my throat.
My teeth struck the tendons of Cain's shoulder and he cried out again. I backed off a bit, surveying the damage. Deep gashes covered his neck and now there was this one on his shoulder too.
Blood. More blood. My teeth slashed across his chest, leaving more gashes. Blood spilled across what was left of his skin, gettingon my face, matting my hair. I wiped a few drops of blood out of my eyes. It stung, badly. But I didn't really notice, I was too caught up in this, like a little boy who'd just found some new… no, that's a terrible analogy to make.
Cain was going numb. His body shook violently but he wasn't really moving very much any more. I reached into his trousers and sank my clawlike fingernails into the flesh of his groin. My tongue traced the length of his member. I couldn't stop. For the first time in my not too long life, I was hurting someone, wanted to stop, but couldn't. My teeth bit down.
His screams shook the tower to its foundations. They jolted me out of my trance, and I saw for the first time just what I'd done to Cain. He lay, bleeding and thrashing about, on the floor, no longer screaming. He'd screamed his throat raw and I mostly hadn't heard him. Damn it, this was bad even by my standards. What the hell was wrong with me here?
"Healer!" I shouted, realizing that I didn't want Cain to die. "I need a healer! Now!"
The healer came, but not fast enough for my liking. As soon as Cain was stable, I tore the man's throat out, for in a way he'd failed me. But at least Cain was alive…
*YAOI WARNING* If you don't like yaoi, for whatever reason, don't read this chapter. Just skip right over it. Go to the next one. You won't miss any plot I promise. For the sakes of those who don't like yaoi, I've written this chapter to only be the Golbez x Cain "love" scene, so that you can still read the story without reading this chapter and hating the fic.
It's not too explicit though, so if you're looking for some really hardcore stuff I suggest you look elsewhere. This is just… well, you'll see. Blood fetish, I guess. Not even sex, just violence. It's bad. And I'm rambling. Just read it, or skip ahead.
~
There was a crash as the breastplate hit the floor. Cain simply stood there, like a statue. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Golbez?"
"Yes. Take off that goddamned helmet."
He did, revealing his chiseled features and long, thick mane of blonde hair. I smiled at him, which must have frightened him because the helmet slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor, joining the breastplate. His legs shook ever so slightly as he took a step back, staring at the floor, afraid to look me in the face.
"You're afraid of me, Cain. You said you didn't feel anything anymore, and yet you're afraid." He was really shaking now, and I relished his fear. "You lied to me, Cain, and I don't like being lied to." My smile widened, revealing my teeth for him to see. I ran my tongue over them; sharp white teeth, some people might consider them animal teeth.
I took a step toward him. He stepped back. "Are you afraid of me, Cain?"
He nodded, a barely discernible movement. "I thought so. You're afraid of me, Cain, because everyone's afraid of me. But also because you know me better than a great many people do. Don't you feel privileged?"
A nod, once again barely there. I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides, and put a hand on his shoulder in an almost fatherly way. "You should be happy to be alive, Cain. Rubicant is the only minion of mine to live longer than you in service to me. But that could always change."
He was trembling visibly now. My smile widened and my lips curled back. I leaned down and bit Cain's neck, not hard, but enough to draw blood. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. I laughed, and stared down at the bright red blood beading around the cut. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked them up.
I could feel his pulse beating against the cut. I must have come close to an artery or something, but it made no difference. More blood beaded up around the cut, shining, bright, ruby-red. I licked that up as well, feeling the iron tang of the blood roll across my tongue before I swallowed it.
His knees gave out and he fell. I kneeled by him, fixated with this cut on his neck. The blood flow began to ease up. I bit him again, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Tears welled up in Cain's eyes, I could see them. He was afraid. He was angry… if he dared to be so.
I gripped his shirt in my hands and tore it off him, revealing the well-sculpted muscles of a Dragon Knight. My teeth left his neck, which had stopped bleeding again and sank into his shoulder. More blood. Sweet, sweet blood… his skin gave way easily beneath my sharp teeth and blood spilled into my mouth. I didn't care if it would make me sick later or anything. I loved the taste of the knight's blood as it rolled off my tongue and down my throat.
My teeth struck the tendons of Cain's shoulder and he cried out again. I backed off a bit, surveying the damage. Deep gashes covered his neck and now there was this one on his shoulder too.
Blood. More blood. My teeth slashed across his chest, leaving more gashes. Blood spilled across what was left of his skin, gettingon my face, matting my hair. I wiped a few drops of blood out of my eyes. It stung, badly. But I didn't really notice, I was too caught up in this, like a little boy who'd just found some new… no, that's a terrible analogy to make.
Cain was going numb. His body shook violently but he wasn't really moving very much any more. I reached into his trousers and sank my clawlike fingernails into the flesh of his groin. My tongue traced the length of his member. I couldn't stop. For the first time in my not too long life, I was hurting someone, wanted to stop, but couldn't. My teeth bit down.
His screams shook the tower to its foundations. They jolted me out of my trance, and I saw for the first time just what I'd done to Cain. He lay, bleeding and thrashing about, on the floor, no longer screaming. He'd screamed his throat raw and I mostly hadn't heard him. Damn it, this was bad even by my standards. What the hell was wrong with me here?
"Healer!" I shouted, realizing that I didn't want Cain to die. "I need a healer! Now!"
The healer came, but not fast enough for my liking. As soon as Cain was stable, I tore the man's throat out, for in a way he'd failed me. But at least Cain was alive…
*YAOI WARNING* If you don't like yaoi, for whatever reason, don't read this chapter. Just skip right over it. Go to the next one. You won't miss any plot I promise. For the sakes of those who don't like yaoi, I've written this chapter to only be the Golbez x Cain "love" scene, so that you can still read the story without reading this chapter and hating the fic.
It's not too explicit though, so if you're looking for some really hardcore stuff I suggest you look elsewhere. This is just… well, you'll see. Blood fetish, I guess. Not even sex, just violence. It's bad. And I'm rambling. Just read it, or skip ahead.
~
There was a crash as the breastplate hit the floor. Cain simply stood there, like a statue. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Golbez?"
"Yes. Take off that goddamned helmet."
He did, revealing his chiseled features and long, thick mane of blonde hair. I smiled at him, which must have frightened him because the helmet slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor, joining the breastplate. His legs shook ever so slightly as he took a step back, staring at the floor, afraid to look me in the face.
"You're afraid of me, Cain. You said you didn't feel anything anymore, and yet you're afraid." He was really shaking now, and I relished his fear. "You lied to me, Cain, and I don't like being lied to." My smile widened, revealing my teeth for him to see. I ran my tongue over them; sharp white teeth, some people might consider them animal teeth.
I took a step toward him. He stepped back. "Are you afraid of me, Cain?"
He nodded, a barely discernible movement. "I thought so. You're afraid of me, Cain, because everyone's afraid of me. But also because you know me better than a great many people do. Don't you feel privileged?"
A nod, once again barely there. I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides, and put a hand on his shoulder in an almost fatherly way. "You should be happy to be alive, Cain. Rubicant is the only minion of mine to live longer than you in service to me. But that could always change."
He was trembling visibly now. My smile widened and my lips curled back. I leaned down and bit Cain's neck, not hard, but enough to draw blood. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. I laughed, and stared down at the bright red blood beading around the cut. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked them up.
I could feel his pulse beating against the cut. I must have come close to an artery or something, but it made no difference. More blood beaded up around the cut, shining, bright, ruby-red. I licked that up as well, feeling the iron tang of the blood roll across my tongue before I swallowed it.
His knees gave out and he fell. I kneeled by him, fixated with this cut on his neck. The blood flow began to ease up. I bit him again, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Tears welled up in Cain's eyes, I could see them. He was afraid. He was angry… if he dared to be so.
I gripped his shirt in my hands and tore it off him, revealing the well-sculpted muscles of a Dragon Knight. My teeth left his neck, which had stopped bleeding again and sank into his shoulder. More blood. Sweet, sweet blood… his skin gave way easily beneath my sharp teeth and blood spilled into my mouth. I didn't care if it would make me sick later or anything. I loved the taste of the knight's blood as it rolled off my tongue and down my throat.
My teeth struck the tendons of Cain's shoulder and he cried out again. I backed off a bit, surveying the damage. Deep gashes covered his neck and now there was this one on his shoulder too.
Blood. More blood. My teeth slashed across his chest, leaving more gashes. Blood spilled across what was left of his skin, gettingon my face, matting my hair. I wiped a few drops of blood out of my eyes. It stung, badly. But I didn't really notice, I was too caught up in this, like a little boy who'd just found some new… no, that's a terrible analogy to make.
Cain was going numb. His body shook violently but he wasn't really moving very much any more. I reached into his trousers and sank my clawlike fingernails into the flesh of his groin. My tongue traced the length of his member. I couldn't stop. For the first time in my not too long life, I was hurting someone, wanted to stop, but couldn't. My teeth bit down.
His screams shook the tower to its foundations. They jolted me out of my trance, and I saw for the first time just what I'd done to Cain. He lay, bleeding and thrashing about, on the floor, no longer screaming. He'd screamed his throat raw and I mostly hadn't heard him. Damn it, this was bad even by my standards. What the hell was wrong with me here?
"Healer!" I shouted, realizing that I didn't want Cain to die. "I need a healer! Now!"
The healer came, but not fast enough for my liking. As soon as Cain was stable, I tore the man's throat out, for in a way he'd failed me. But at least Cain was alive…
It's not too explicit though, so if you're looking for some really hardcore stuff I suggest you look elsewhere. This is just… well, you'll see. Blood fetish, I guess. Not even sex, just violence. It's bad. And I'm rambling. Just read it, or skip ahead.
~
There was a crash as the breastplate hit the floor. Cain simply stood there, like a statue. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Golbez?"
"Yes. Take off that goddamned helmet."
He did, revealing his chiseled features and long, thick mane of blonde hair. I smiled at him, which must have frightened him because the helmet slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor, joining the breastplate. His legs shook ever so slightly as he took a step back, staring at the floor, afraid to look me in the face.
"You're afraid of me, Cain. You said you didn't feel anything anymore, and yet you're afraid." He was really shaking now, and I relished his fear. "You lied to me, Cain, and I don't like being lied to." My smile widened, revealing my teeth for him to see. I ran my tongue over them; sharp white teeth, some people might consider them animal teeth.
I took a step toward him. He stepped back. "Are you afraid of me, Cain?"
He nodded, a barely discernible movement. "I thought so. You're afraid of me, Cain, because everyone's afraid of me. But also because you know me better than a great many people do. Don't you feel privileged?"
A nod, once again barely there. I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides, and put a hand on his shoulder in an almost fatherly way. "You should be happy to be alive, Cain. Rubicant is the only minion of mine to live longer than you in service to me. But that could always change."
He was trembling visibly now. My smile widened and my lips curled back. I leaned down and bit Cain's neck, not hard, but enough to draw blood. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. I laughed, and stared down at the bright red blood beading around the cut. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked them up.
I could feel his pulse beating against the cut. I must have come close to an artery or something, but it made no difference. More blood beaded up around the cut, shining, bright, ruby-red. I licked that up as well, feeling the iron tang of the blood roll across my tongue before I swallowed it.
His knees gave out and he fell. I kneeled by him, fixated with this cut on his neck. The blood flow began to ease up. I bit him again, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Tears welled up in Cain's eyes, I could see them. He was afraid. He was angry… if he dared to be so.
I gripped his shirt in my hands and tore it off him, revealing the well-sculpted muscles of a Dragon Knight. My teeth left his neck, which had stopped bleeding again and sank into his shoulder. More blood. Sweet, sweet blood… his skin gave way easily beneath my sharp teeth and blood spilled into my mouth. I didn't care if it would make me sick later or anything. I loved the taste of the knight's blood as it rolled off my tongue and down my throat.
My teeth struck the tendons of Cain's shoulder and he cried out again. I backed off a bit, surveying the damage. Deep gashes covered his neck and now there was this one on his shoulder too.
Blood. More blood. My teeth slashed across his chest, leaving more gashes. Blood spilled across what was left of his skin, gettingon my face, matting my hair. I wiped a few drops of blood out of my eyes. It stung, badly. But I didn't really notice, I was too caught up in this, like a little boy who'd just found some new… no, that's a terrible analogy to make.
Cain was going numb. His body shook violently but he wasn't really moving very much any more. I reached into his trousers and sank my clawlike fingernails into the flesh of his groin. My tongue traced the length of his member. I couldn't stop. For the first time in my not too long life, I was hurting someone, wanted to stop, but couldn't. My teeth bit down.
His screams shook the tower to its foundations. They jolted me out of my trance, and I saw for the first time just what I'd done to Cain. He lay, bleeding and thrashing about, on the floor, no longer screaming. He'd screamed his throat raw and I mostly hadn't heard him. Damn it, this was bad even by my standards. What the hell was wrong with me here?
"Healer!" I shouted, realizing that I didn't want Cain to die. "I need a healer! Now!"
The healer came, but not fast enough for my liking. As soon as Cain was stable, I tore the man's throat out, for in a way he'd failed me. But at least Cain was alive…
*YAOI WARNING* If you don't like yaoi, for whatever reason, don't read this chapter. Just skip right over it. Go to the next one. You won't miss any plot I promise. For the sakes of those who don't like yaoi, I've written this chapter to only be the Golbez x Cain "love" scene, so that you can still read the story without reading this chapter and hating the fic.
It's not too explicit though, so if you're looking for some really hardcore stuff I suggest you look elsewhere. This is just… well, you'll see. Blood fetish, I guess. Not even sex, just violence. It's bad. And I'm rambling. Just read it, or skip ahead.
~
There was a crash as the breastplate hit the floor. Cain simply stood there, like a statue. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Golbez?"
"Yes. Take off that goddamned helmet."
He did, revealing his chiseled features and long, thick mane of blonde hair. I smiled at him, which must have frightened him because the helmet slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor, joining the breastplate. His legs shook ever so slightly as he took a step back, staring at the floor, afraid to look me in the face.
"You're afraid of me, Cain. You said you didn't feel anything anymore, and yet you're afraid." He was really shaking now, and I relished his fear. "You lied to me, Cain, and I don't like being lied to." My smile widened, revealing my teeth for him to see. I ran my tongue over them; sharp white teeth, some people might consider them animal teeth.
I took a step toward him. He stepped back. "Are you afraid of me, Cain?"
He nodded, a barely discernible movement. "I thought so. You're afraid of me, Cain, because everyone's afraid of me. But also because you know me better than a great many people do. Don't you feel privileged?"
A nod, once again barely there. I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides, and put a hand on his shoulder in an almost fatherly way. "You should be happy to be alive, Cain. Rubicant is the only minion of mine to live longer than you in service to me. But that could always change."
He was trembling visibly now. My smile widened and my lips curled back. I leaned down and bit Cain's neck, not hard, but enough to draw blood. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. I laughed, and stared down at the bright red blood beading around the cut. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked them up.
I could feel his pulse beating against the cut. I must have come close to an artery or something, but it made no difference. More blood beaded up around the cut, shining, bright, ruby-red. I licked that up as well, feeling the iron tang of the blood roll across my tongue before I swallowed it.
His knees gave out and he fell. I kneeled by him, fixated with this cut on his neck. The blood flow began to ease up. I bit him again, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Tears welled up in Cain's eyes, I could see them. He was afraid. He was angry… if he dared to be so.
I gripped his shirt in my hands and tore it off him, revealing the well-sculpted muscles of a Dragon Knight. My teeth left his neck, which had stopped bleeding again and sank into his shoulder. More blood. Sweet, sweet blood… his skin gave way easily beneath my sharp teeth and blood spilled into my mouth. I didn't care if it would make me sick later or anything. I loved the taste of the knight's blood as it rolled off my tongue and down my throat.
My teeth struck the tendons of Cain's shoulder and he cried out again. I backed off a bit, surveying the damage. Deep gashes covered his neck and now there was this one on his shoulder too.
Blood. More blood. My teeth slashed across his chest, leaving more gashes. Blood spilled across what was left of his skin, gettingon my face, matting my hair. I wiped a few drops of blood out of my eyes. It stung, badly. But I didn't really notice, I was too caught up in this, like a little boy who'd just found some new… no, that's a terrible analogy to make.
Cain was going numb. His body shook violently but he wasn't really moving very much any more. I reached into his trousers and sank my clawlike fingernails into the flesh of his groin. My tongue traced the length of his member. I couldn't stop. For the first time in my not too long life, I was hurting someone, wanted to stop, but couldn't. My teeth bit down.
His screams shook the tower to its foundations. They jolted me out of my trance, and I saw for the first time just what I'd done to Cain. He lay, bleeding and thrashing about, on the floor, no longer screaming. He'd screamed his throat raw and I mostly hadn't heard him. Damn it, this was bad even by my standards. What the hell was wrong with me here?
"Healer!" I shouted, realizing that I didn't want Cain to die. "I need a healer! Now!"
The healer came, but not fast enough for my liking. As soon as Cain was stable, I tore the man's throat out, for in a way he'd failed me. But at least Cain was alive…
*YAOI WARNING* If you don't like yaoi, for whatever reason, don't read this chapter. Just skip right over it. Go to the next one. You won't miss any plot I promise. For the sakes of those who don't like yaoi, I've written this chapter to only be the Golbez x Cain "love" scene, so that you can still read the story without reading this chapter and hating the fic.
It's not too explicit though, so if you're looking for some really hardcore stuff I suggest you look elsewhere. This is just… well, you'll see. Blood fetish, I guess. Not even sex, just violence. It's bad. And I'm rambling. Just read it, or skip ahead.
~
There was a crash as the breastplate hit the floor. Cain simply stood there, like a statue. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Golbez?"
"Yes. Take off that goddamned helmet."
He did, revealing his chiseled features and long, thick mane of blonde hair. I smiled at him, which must have frightened him because the helmet slipped from his hands and crashed to the floor, joining the breastplate. His legs shook ever so slightly as he took a step back, staring at the floor, afraid to look me in the face.
"You're afraid of me, Cain. You said you didn't feel anything anymore, and yet you're afraid." He was really shaking now, and I relished his fear. "You lied to me, Cain, and I don't like being lied to." My smile widened, revealing my teeth for him to see. I ran my tongue over them; sharp white teeth, some people might consider them animal teeth.
I took a step toward him. He stepped back. "Are you afraid of me, Cain?"
He nodded, a barely discernible movement. "I thought so. You're afraid of me, Cain, because everyone's afraid of me. But also because you know me better than a great many people do. Don't you feel privileged?"
A nod, once again barely there. I closed the gap between us with a few quick strides, and put a hand on his shoulder in an almost fatherly way. "You should be happy to be alive, Cain. Rubicant is the only minion of mine to live longer than you in service to me. But that could always change."
He was trembling visibly now. My smile widened and my lips curled back. I leaned down and bit Cain's neck, not hard, but enough to draw blood. His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. I laughed, and stared down at the bright red blood beading around the cut. My tongue darted out of my mouth and licked them up.
I could feel his pulse beating against the cut. I must have come close to an artery or something, but it made no difference. More blood beaded up around the cut, shining, bright, ruby-red. I licked that up as well, feeling the iron tang of the blood roll across my tongue before I swallowed it.
His knees gave out and he fell. I kneeled by him, fixated with this cut on his neck. The blood flow began to ease up. I bit him again, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper into his neck. Tears welled up in Cain's eyes, I could see them. He was afraid. He was angry… if he dared to be so.
I gripped his shirt in my hands and tore it off him, revealing the well-sculpted muscles of a Dragon Knight. My teeth left his neck, which had stopped bleeding again and sank into his shoulder. More blood. Sweet, sweet blood… his skin gave way easily beneath my sharp teeth and blood spilled into my mouth. I didn't care if it would make me sick later or anything. I loved the taste of the knight's blood as it rolled off my tongue and down my throat.
My teeth struck the tendons of Cain's shoulder and he cried out again. I backed off a bit, surveying the damage. Deep gashes covered his neck and now there was this one on his shoulder too.
Blood. More blood. My teeth slashed across his chest, leaving more gashes. Blood spilled across what was left of his skin, gettingon my face, matting my hair. I wiped a few drops of blood out of my eyes. It stung, badly. But I didn't really notice, I was too caught up in this, like a little boy who'd just found some new… no, that's a terrible analogy to make.
Cain was going numb. His body shook violently but he wasn't really moving very much any more. I reached into his trousers and sank my clawlike fingernails into the flesh of his groin. My tongue traced the length of his member. I couldn't stop. For the first time in my not too long life, I was hurting someone, wanted to stop, but couldn't. My teeth bit down.
His screams shook the tower to its foundations. They jolted me out of my trance, and I saw for the first time just what I'd done to Cain. He lay, bleeding and thrashing about, on the floor, no longer screaming. He'd screamed his throat raw and I mostly hadn't heard him. Damn it, this was bad even by my standards. What the hell was wrong with me here?
"Healer!" I shouted, realizing that I didn't want Cain to die. "I need a healer! Now!"
The healer came, but not fast enough for my liking. As soon as Cain was stable, I tore the man's throat out, for in a way he'd failed me. But at least Cain was alive…