Fangs and Wings: A Mixed Blood's Story
I awoke to the house burning down around me. Thick heavy smoke filled my lungs as I tried to see past my tears. I cried out for mom and dad and ran to their room, to try to save them. My mother was laying on the floor, her skin burnt on her face and her breathing nearly stopped; my father was nowhere to be seen. I was not sure if he got out safely or if he had already burned, since he was a vampire. I grabbed my mother and took her outside, laying her on the grass and healing her as best as I could. I was nowhere near as good a healer as she was, or as helpful as my father would have been. I tried to put out the fire and managed to set the blaze to a smokey faint burn, which I finished extinguishing with a spell for rain. As the rain poured my mother's heart beat stopped. I was alone, and broken.
I don't remember much after that, just a blind rage and waking up in a forest many miles from my home. I had blood on me and no idea where I was. I stood from my slumped position on the ground and looked around. There was snow on the ground and many tall pine trees, so wherever I was it was closer to the north. I shivered faintly and walked down the road, trying to figure out what I would do. I was lost with no money, no clothes other than my sleeping pants, no shelter, and no family. I was as good as dead if I diden't at least find some coin to buy food and clothes. Shelter I could find in a cave. I went into the town and happened to see an elder vampire by the name of Scuro De'Amante, one whom had visited my home many years ago. He reconized me by scent and walked briskly over to me, and embraced me. In his heavy Italian accent he spoke. "Andreas, what are you doing here? Your parents will be shocked to see- why do you weep? No, no, Non macchiare i tuoi begli occhi di lacrime. (Do not sully your beautiful eyes with tears.) Come, I will take you to my home and we will speak more privatly." he whisked me away before I could even still my shaking shoulders, or dry my tear filled eyes.
His home was a large, dark mansion out in the middle of a mountainous forest. He took me to a warm bedroom and gave me a set of clothes, and ordered a bath from his servants and told them to clean me up, he had a faint blush on his face as he spoke to me with his left index finger crooked under my chin, making me look into his beautiful blood red eyes. "mio caro(my dear), while you are beautiful in this state of undress I must have you properly dressed before i lose my controle. Join me in the drawing room once you are clean and dressed; we will eat and you may tell me w hat has caused you such sorrow." He left the room, my heart was beating hard. I was attracted to this ancient vampire, maybe because he was obviously a protector, and would be a good provider for a family; maybe it was his sexy as hell accent, or maybe it was just head trauma. Whatever it was I just knew I liked him, and was unsure of whether he wanted me or if he was just being kind. I stripped down when the bath was brought and relaxed into the tub, letting the servants clean me with some discomfort. I don't like when others touch my body but it would be rude to reject the services my host so kindly extended. They dried my and dressed me in black silk trousers that where a little too long and large, and a white dress shirt that went to midthigh easily. They led me to the drawing room and I saw Scuro sitting in a large red armchair, across from another with a table between them. There was a large fire roaring in the fireplace and I cleared my throat to let him know I was there.
"Ah, mio caro, please, come in and sit. I hope you like honey scones and black tea. I figured you may have a slightly upset stomach since your tears fell so hard earlier." his voice was like warm velvet in my head and it made me dizzy as I followed his orders. I had no clue what was happening but before long I was in his lap, his hand on my ass as he stroked my bare chest. I had one hand in his hair and the other on the side of his neck as I sobbed on his shoulder and told him everything that had happened. He rocked me and spoke to me in gentle tones "Andreas , sh , il suo ok , ho te , sei al sicuro . Io non ti lascerò , io non permetterò a nessuno di male." (Andreas, sh, its ok, I have you, you are safe. I will not leave you, I will not let anyone harm you.) As he spoke I seemed to calm more and I cuddled against his cold skin. He was not warm which meant he had not fed in a good while. His voice relaxed me and his scent drew me in. His touch on my bared skin was soft, sensual and light. He kneeded my ass as he held me, just enough that it felt good but not enough to alert me to any danger. "You will stay with me, mio caro. No one will harm you while you are here and I will keep you safe. Since your sire is more than likely perished by the flames and your mother has most likely passed on from her terrible burns, I will be your guardian. Even once you are an adult I shall keep you. You will want for nothing and never be lonely. I will ask very little of you, but I expect you to do as I say. Are we agreed?" his voice was pure silk with an iron underside. He was using an ability of vampires called compulsion; but I had no idea he was using a power over me, I just thought he was being a adult, a man.
"We are agreed, what would you have me call you though?" I asked softly, my voice a pale whimper.
"You will call me Master when we are in private, in public or before another being unless you have my instructions you shall call me Scuro." he replied calmly and collectedly. He tugged my hair so I was looking into his eyes "No one other than myself will touch you, kiss you, hold you, coddle you, or punish you." and with those words spoken his lips covered mine for what was the first, but would not be the last kiss from the old vampire. His lips were rouch and hard as his tongue invaded my mouth, he tasted of wine and tea. I whimpered as he plundered my virgin mouth, not used to the closeness, the intimacy, or the rough agressive nature of the vampire. He held me tightly by my hips, biting my lip and drawing blood from it, making me yelp in suprise. He chuckled darkly as he sucked my lower lip, tasting my blood, my life. He began to kiss down my jaw and my neck, finding the throbbing artery just under the skin. His tongue laved over the blood-filled vein and then his teeth pierced me. I cried out before a soft moan escaped my lips. The initial bite was hell, fiery pain; but the after effects where blissful, amazing, beautiful, the feeling was pure esctasy. I felt like my body was burning and melting and tingling all over, my untouched manhood was rock hard in my borrowed pants, and my head was thrown back in pleasure as I held Scuro's lips to my neck. He chuckled darkly as he placed his hand over my hardened manhood and ground his palm into it. His free hand holding the back of my neck.
As he finished feeding he closed the wounds with a swipe of his tongue and laved my nipples, I was moaning in pleasure as he excited the tender nubs into hard points. I clutched his hair and ground my hips against his hand and my ass against the hardness I felt from his pants. I was horny and wanting, not knowing how to get the release I craved. He carried me to his room, never ceasing his assult on my chest as he closed the dor behind him and threw me onto his bed, quickly pinning my smaller body to the silken sheets as he kissed over my body and groaped my hard cock through my pants. He undid them and stroked me, spreading my precum over my 7" penis as he made me suck on two of his fingers. He growled low after a moment and began to prod my virgin asshole with one, sliding it into the tight ring as I yelped in pain. He growled low in my ear as he fingered my ass and stroked my cock. "Silence cagna. You will not be so loud when I do not give you premission to be. I will not punish you for this time, but I will for the next." he added a second finger and sissored them inside of me fast and hard. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain. Once he believed myself to be loose enough he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips into the air. I began to beg him not to hurt me "please! Please don't do this, anything but this! Please!" I cried over and over again before he snarled and pulled me harshly back by my hair "SILENCE PUTTANA! You DO NOT SPEAK until SPOKEN TO! You will be punished now. I will paddle you and you will count out each smack and thank me for correcting you. Everytime you do not thank me or do not count the punishment will begin again."
I was terrified as he chained my hands to the bed posts and my ankles in a way that my ass was exposed high in the air. He grabbed a paddle that was about 2' long, 2.5' wide and 4" thick. It had holes in it and a leather wrapped handle. I heard the swooshing sound as he took a few practice hits, then I felt it connect with my bare ass cheeks with a resounding slap. My ass burned and stung as tears slipped down my face. I gasped out and he growled "And so we begin again." before swinging again, this time I gasped out the number one and thanked him.
SMACK "two! Thank you for correcting me Master!" SMACK "three! Thank you for correcting me Master!" and so on as he pounded my ass with the paddle, until my ass bled from the strikes and I could no longer feel my legs and tears flowed freely down my face. I could feel nothing, other than broken. I felt like I was just a doll, a stuffed animal being abused by a toddler, no one would care if they saw, no one would even think twice. I knew this life would more than likely kill me, but what else could I do but accept it? I had nowhere to go, no one to go to. I was all alone and this was the only way I could survive for even the briefest amount of time. I sighed inwardly, steeling myself for what I knew would certainly be hell. My new Master put down the paddle and rubbed my sore ass before he took a bottle of clear liquid and smeared it on his 5" cock and a small amount on my asshole. He incerted one finger and then two, pumping them hard and fast, giving my virgin ass no chance to adjust. I bit my lip and delt with it, before I felt the wrinkled head of his putrid dick against my hole. He thrust in fast and hard and rode me like an animal. I cried silently as he fucked my virginity away, he took no heed to my pain. After a few minutes he shuddered and thrust twice more and I felt his burning hot cum shoot into my tight ass as his cock dribbled, his low gutteral groan and then he pulled out, releasing my chains. He pulled me against him and stroked my semihard cock until it was hard and he forced me to cum. I hated the man and everything he represented. I vowed to get free once I had a fully formed plan, and I began it that night as he slept.