The Game

DISCLAIMER/Author's NOTE: This is an original work. All characters, settings, etc. are mine. No stealing, please!


This is another story about the witch, Simon. Here, in this story, Simon is not staying at the house of Jesse, the rich young bachelor, but has been kidnapped by the vampire Leander, who seems to have a special attachment for Simon.

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THE GAME
An original story
by lordoberon

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Simon's POV
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We stepped into a majestic room. Rugs from Asia lay over the floors, and furs of exotic animals sat on reclining chairs. A fire burned cheerily in a fireplace. To me it was more like the fires of hell. Heavy black curtains - I gulped and blinked away tears as I was reminded of Jesse again - covered the wide windows on two sides of the gigantic room. A table sat on the opposite side of the room. Leander sidled me over there, and said, "Sit."

My knees were wobbly, and I ended up knocking over a chair. Leander gave a wide smirk, revealing fangs. I felt dizzy at the sight. He picked up the chair, and waited to make sure I got in the next one all right. I did.

He came back from a cupboard with a glass, and a bottle of some strong drink. It was worse than wine. He poured me a cup, and shoved it towards me. I wrinkled my nose at the smell. "You probably put something in it," I spat.

Leander's smirk disappeared. "Don't be childish, Simon." But how he treated me like one! I hated that condescending tone of his, like he always knew best. "It's just a drink. I'm offering you courtesy like I would any guest. Drink."

Reluctantly I obeyed. It burned going down my throat, and made me feel even dizzier, for a moment. But then, after a few moments, it cleared my head. I felt more alive, more invigorated. Apparently Leander could see the effect in my eyes, for he said, "Good."

Then he motioned towards the bed. "Go sit there."

Slowly I stood up, and stretched my muscles. What was he going to do to me? I should have been trembling with fear still, but instead I was suddenly resigned. What would come would come.

I sat down primly on the huge expanse of bed, settling myself comfortably. When Leander began to walk towards me though, I scooted up, away from him, to lean against the headboard.

"Take off those boots."

I bent down and started unlacing them. As I did so, I could feel Leander's eyes on me: lustful. Was this what he had wanted all along? I felt sick again at the thought. Determinedly I shook away the headache that threatened to plague me, and finished unlacing the first boot. I started pulling it off when suddenly pale hands reached out, and slid the thing from my foot. I trembled at the touch of his fingers on my foot, even through the boot. Then I slid off the sock, and then did the same with the other, and then sat there with bare feet.

I backed up quickly against the headboard when he moved suddenly. He was lightning quick. My head banged against the headboard. "Shit." This made Leander laugh.

He was suddenly bending over me, his large form just canceling out all of my personal space. His right hand he had on my belt, fiddling with it, and his left he used to tilt my face upward. I shut my eyes as the vampire kissed me.

His lips were like ice. But his tongue was hot, burning fire. I tasted the strong drink again as his tongue brushed against mine. He moaned into the kiss, and stopped me from pulling away from it. His grip was vicelike.

I panted as he pulled away, and wiped my mouth across the back of my hand. I glared defiantly at him. He simply looked at me with no expression. Calmly he said, "If you make this trouble for me, I will tie you to the bed."

My wicked side that enjoyed pain lit up, and he must have seen some strange sign of it cross my face, for he smiled. I tried to make my most evil glare and replied, "You didn't say I have to like it."

He showed his fangs again. I shivered. "I didn't say it," he was leaning forward again, over me. "But you will. I would prefer if this were sooner rather than later. Consider it...a game of pretend."

I groaned in frustration. This was ridiculous! I had to pretend to like it! I didn't dare protest, or not do what he said, for fear of the bite if I didn't. So as he leaned forward to brush lips over my cheeks, I reached my arms up and put my hands on his back, softly brushing over the shirt he wore.

Leander smiled into my lips. "Yes. Good. That's a start."

I made a muffled protest even so, though, when his fingers reached down and slid the belt from my pants. I kicked out at him, fighting. He laughed, and his laugh filled the room, a great wild, frightening booming laugh. He grabbed my legs to stop my kicking. He moved so his chin hovered wildly close to my crotch. "Simon, don't be immature. You know I'm going to. Stop making a fuss, or I'll do it right. now."

He knew that I knew what 'it' was. I sighed though, to hear him say it. Immediately I let my legs lie limp against the bed again. I reached my arms up and twined my fingers around the iron rods of the headboard, saying angrily, "Fine then. Later it is."

He laughed at my anger, and that did not make me feel any better. I gasped like a woman when his mouth pushed against my neck again. It scared the shit out of me to have his mouth anywhere near my neck. He was kissing my neck, slow, languid kisses, with tongue and wetness and enough sucking to make me nervous about his teeth.

My shirt sounded loud as he ripped it open, revealing my chest. I panted as his tongue treated me, slowly licking over one nipple, and then over the other. He nibbled hard on one and I groaned. God, it felt good. I didn't mean to make a sound but it flew out of me.

Leander lifted his head up. His eyes shone as he looked at me in my misery, and I knew he had heard that groan. Fuck. "You're a quicker learner than I thought you were, Simon," he said. Simpering smirk. Damn him! I kicked out again, just once, to show my anger. The smirk remained, but he pressed fingers hard against one of my knees. It was a warning: don't misbehave.

The nibbles continued. I groaned again, panting hotly, wriggling my body beneath his. He loved it, and trailed his fingers down my torso as he licked at me. Cold fingertips brushed into my navel, pushing against my skin gently. Then a finger slid down past my trousers. I yelped at that, and yelled, "You sick little fuck, that, that is wrong! You can't...you can't do this. I don't want it!"

He only smiled more. "Oh, but you do. That's the best part of this. You do. I'll make you want it..."

And then he smiled like a whore, and I gulped. He WAS beautiful, in an ethereal, dark sort of way. He saw me looking him over, and said slyly, "Would you like me to remove anything? Feel free to say anything in relation to tonight's explorations."

I panted with anger, but didn't say anything. What could I say? That he was beautiful? He knew that. He knew. So I just shook my head, and kept my mouth shut.

He sat up, straddling me, and slid his shirt off. I gawped at the fine white skin beneath. So pale. So beautiful. His long hair was almost just as pale, a white blonde that glowed in the dim light from the fireplace and the candles. His eyes blazed red. He was thirsty. He was lusty. I could feel the hardening cock resting against my thigh. My every move, my every protest, my every whimper...aroused him. I tried to stay stock still but I couldn't. His tongue against my torso more made me squirm.

Suddenly he was crawling over me, up the bed. He leaned over me, his chest hovering over my head. "Give me your tongue," he said.

I couldn't protest. It would mean worse than death to protest. I leaned up, and touched my tongue against a hard nipple. He was cold. Slowly I swiveled my tongue around and around, hearing him make appreciative noises. Then I wrapped my mouth around and sucked, and then used my teeth. He liked that, perhaps because of the irony of it, and so I began to move, scraping my teeth down his chest, moving down...down...down. I stopped at his belt, and just lay there then, refusing to move.

Leander understood my protest, that I didn't want to touch him. I didn't like this. He sat up, and he was kneeling in front of me now. "Simon," he said quietly, "if I tied you up, would you like this more?"

I decided to be honest with him. "No. But I need you to hurt me."

He was confused. "Hurt you? Isn't that your fear?"

"No." My voice was raspy. I cleared my throat. "No. Pain....I...it makes me...feel...I feel good about it. I," I put my hand over my crotch, blatantly, fondling a little, to get the point really across. "I like it."

Leander raised an interested brow. "Oh really? So is that how it goes? Well then...I shall. I shall do what it takes to captivate you."

I didn't like that he said that. It made me nervous, and uncomfortable. "Why do you care about me? Why give a fuck what I like?"

He smiled at my anger. "Because, Simon," he said lightly, "It gives me power over you."

I didn't like that. I REALLY didn't like that! It made me quite mad, in fact, but I didn't say anything, I just sat there in a huff about it.

Suddenly Leander had me laid out across the bed, and he was on top of me. His weight was more than mine, and it made me breathless. It hurt a bit, to have someone heavier on top of me. His teeth were nipping at my earlobe, and his hands caressed my skin, flying over it with gentle finger swirls and then hard presses. I groaned as he nibbled at my lobe even harder, and then gasped as he pressed against me more. Oh god. He just had to be a well-endowed vampire, as well as being overly handsome.

I whimpered as suddenly he bit my ear. It hurt! Fuck, it hurt. I reveled in the pain, bucking my body up against his. He growled low as he lapped at my blood; it was a growl of lust. I bucked my hips up again, and then clenched a little at the tight crotch. He liked this move, whispering my name as my hips tightened to press against him.

Fear shot through me though, as he sat up. He looked fierce, with my blood on his teeth. His hands he drew through my hair a moment, contemplating me.

Then he pulled away. He grabbed my ankles in his hands and pulled them up, making me stretch my legs open wide and upward. His gaze was intense. Smoothly, calmly, as always, he ordered me. "Simon, I want you to take off your clothes. Present yourself to me."

I knew what he meant by present. He wanted a show. He wanted me to be like a whore in front of his eyes. He wanted to feast his eyes on me, because the deal was that he couldn't feast on my blood.

I had to admit to myself, my cock was a little hard. It felt good to be so wanted, to be so passionately touched, even if by a vampire. So I arched my back upwards, and shrugged out of my torn shirt. Then I reached down and slid the button from my trousers. I shut my eyes as I pushed them down my legs, and squeezed them tighter shut when he slid them off my ankles. Then he held my ankles again, now even wider. He was stretching me; my muscles protested, but secretly I liked the pain.

I was stretched out before him like a dinner plate. Damn him. Damn this all. My sweat poured in my eyes. Blood spilled from my ear down my neck a little. I reached my hand back there, and wiped it up. My fingertips got reddened. Leander watched me fixatedly as I did this, and his eyes shone even brighter, fiercer, when I slid my bloody fingertips into my own mouth. I sucked fiercely on them, and then did it again to finish it off. I could see surprise flash in his eyes as I beckoned him closer with a finger crooked, whispering sultrily, "Take a taste..."

I inserted my bloody fingertips into his mouth, and he closed his eyes. He moaned around my fingers, sucking. I groaned loudly as he sucked them, for it was sensual. His tongue slid all over them, and my hips bucked upward at the sensation. Wet. Hot. Slick. Oh, god...Then his teeth bit into my fingers suddenly, and I swore at the pain. I yanked my fingers out as quickly as possible, and glared at him as he pulled away.

He realized how overly eager he had become, but didn't look apologetic. He only smiled at me. I swore, watching the blood spill from deep indentations in my fingertips. He whispered, "Let me take care of that," and before I could protest he had his mouth on them again, vigorously licking up every damn drop.

I slid my fingers out of there before he could do it again, and then slid a reddish trail up his jaw to his ear. I cupped his head and tilted it down for another kiss. This time I got into it. Leander moaned as I let him have a passionate kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth and sucking all over, and then when I gently slid my tongue over his fangs he shivered. I whimpered as he tried to devour me with the kiss, fierce and sudden. I noticed at the same time his fingers playing with my cock, squeezing the tip again and again.

Then I pushed him off me and scooted closer to the headboard. I placed my hands on my thighs and Leander was staring at them, watching my every move with eagerness. He knew I was creative. I was no boring shite.

So I let my hand slide down, rubbing against my balls, before inserting a finger slowly into the hole. I gasped at the sensation. God, it felt so good. I sat up, so that I could slide my finger farther in. Leander was staring avidly. I inserted a second finger in, and then shoved. A loud moan came from me. A third finger pressed in, and I was fucking myself, thrusting in and out, while my other hand automatically went up towards my cock. I slid my hand up and down the length, increasing my pace as my breath became ragged and my fingers moved even faster.

Finally I slowed, and then stopped. I licked my own fingers off, and Leander liked this. It made him chuckle to see me do this. Then I moved so that I was kneeling, with my hands on the bed sheets, and my knees too. I was crouched like a cat, my ass bare, my cock hanging down. I felt downright dirty. Like a sick fuck. Like a whore. It made me feel self loathing, for a moment. Then I felt impatience radiate from Leander, and I had to have something to do.

I was crazy. I was crazy to not get bitten, to entertain him, to give him something only I could give him so he wouldn't think of asking for more. So with this in mind I grabbed a candlestick sitting on the table. I lay down, with my legs splayed wide, giving him an excellent view. Then with one hand I held the candlestick, and dripped the hot wax over my body. I jumped at every hot splash against my skin. I even dared to get close to the nethers, and let one drop on my thigh. Then I put the candlestick back, and just let Leander stare at my naked body.

I was lying diagonally across the bed. I brushed my dark, curly hair from my shoulders so it was laid out behind my head like a fan. My arms I reached up above my head, to grab at the sheets. I knew he found me exotic; he was from cold, snowy places, pale as the snow, and I was from hot places, with dark skin. We were as opposite as could be. My legs were open wide, revealing the flared head of my cock, the dark trail of hair to it, my balls feeling heavier by now, and the slickened opening of my hole. My mouth I had open, and my breath was panting, my nipples erect.

Leander moved forward and slid his hands up under my ass, squeezing the cheeks. I gasped at that, and then shut my eyes as he slid a finger down. He shoved it deep, deep into the hole, and I groaned, clenching my muscles around it. My hips bucked down towards it.

Then his sly tongue was sliding over the head of my cock, licking up the precum, and so he made me not know what to do. His fingers tickled at my ass even as his tongue treated my cock, slowly licking the tip over and over and over. It was driving me crazy. My hips wanted to buck upwards and downwards at the same time. Tongue or fingers?

I decided to choose fingers, for I wanted to torture myself. I didn't really want to give him the power of sucking me. So I thrust my hips downward, so his finger was fully inserted in me. I gasped loudly as he curled the finger inside me, and then slowly straightened it again. It was like a mad itch that wouldn't leave, except worse. I felt heat build up in my body. This was torture. He liked to see me struggle.

Finally I couldn't stand it. It was just that humiliating. I sat up suddenly, and slid away from him. I sat on a corner for a second, catching my breath. I needed a different tactic. So I lunged at him, suddenly, and he thought I was attacking at first. Fangs were bared. But I didn't attack, I just put my mouth on his neck. He laughed at my tact, and then an inquisitive note came as he saw me unbuckling his belt.

"Simon, are you that eager?"

I wasn't going to lie. "No. I just can't stand your playing with me."

"Are you trying to dissatisfy me, Simon?"

His voice had a dangerous note to it now. I stopped unbuckling. "No."

"Well then, Simon, you must put my needs over your needs. You must do as I say."

It was just for one night. But I knew it would seem to last forever. How I hated him! I didn't know what to say. But I knew I didn't want him angry. So I just backed away and put my head down, and said, "Yes. I will."

He seemed a little more contented by that, saying, "Hmm." Then he said, "Look at me, Simon."

I kept my head down. "Simon..." That dangerous tone in his voice again.

"LOOK AT ME!"

I refused to look. I wouldn't give him that happiness. I wouldn't be like a dog.

He roared in anger, and lunged at me. I thought he was going to hit me, or bite me, but he didn't. His hands grabbed at my hair and he wrenched my head up, and tilted my chin up. I decided I had to look, or forfeit the deal.

He saw the fury in my eyes. For a moment he stared at me passively, but angrily. He was simmering. I looked straight into his eyes unblinking, fists clenching and unclenching at my sides.

Finally Leander let go of my hair, and lay back against the bed.

"Simon, have you ever dressed up as a woman?"

I gave him a quizzical look. "Why would I?"

He grinned a toothy grin. Yikes. "For fun, perhaps. Or to not be caught."

I shook my head. "No."

"Go to the closet. Take out the red outfit. Put it on."

I was swearing under my breath, but I did it. He watched me as I struggled with it, and finally came to stand beside me. He slid my arms into the sleeves, and laced up the back. He patted my ass as he stepped away, and then commanded, "Go stand by the fire."

I did. Leander walked around me in a circle, eyeing me up and down.

The red outfit was an extravagant dress, complete with corset, petticoats, layers, a low neckline that didn't do anything for me as a male, and it was a bit short on me. The sleeves were irritating. I looked in a mirror across the room and didn't think it was that flattering at all. You could see the bulge of my cock through it, aroused as I was. I didn't pass as a woman at all.

But Leander liked it. He leaned over me, hugging me from behind. His breath was hot on my ear as he whispered, "You are beautiful...even now. Look at how the red compliments your color. Look at how flush the lips are. The blood drips sensually from the ear...like half a set of earrings. The waist is thin, the sleeves a bit trim for the broad shoulders. Feet revealed a little much...full buttocks...and the silent, waiting thrum of male desire..."

His hands were on me as he said this. When he said the sleeves, his fingers lightly slid across the silk. With the feet, he smiled against my jaw. With the buttocks, I grunted as his hands slid down my hips and back to grope me firmly. And then with the thrum, he fingers parted my legs and he slid his hand up to cup at my balls, squeezing the swollen sac so hard that I groaned aloud. I was putty in his hands at that move. He caught me as I sunk all jelly-legged into his arms, wanting more of the rough touch.

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