Punish Me
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Vampire › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,491
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
"Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Kayden jolted awake early the next morning just as the sun was just beginning to bring some light back into the sky. His hand flew to his neck where the scar of the Vampiress’ fangs remained a constant testament to the fact that the police’s “drugged by a gang” theory was incorrect. The holes had not bothered him since he woke in the hospital, but now they were throbbing with an intense pain.
Kayden glanced around the room, suddenly glad that Elsie had already gotten up, as he was acutely aware of his partial erection and dampened sheets. Images of his dream came flooding back to him with vivid clarity. A blush crept across his cheeks as he recalled entwining limbs, naked flesh, being lost in a sea of long dark hair. A low moan escaped his throat as he recalled the climax-causing sensation that overtook his body as the vampiress’ fangs sunk deep into his neck yet again.
What is happening to me?
Kayden launched himself from his bed, hurrying to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, but it did little to control the trembling of his hands, and absolutely nothing to quell the heat in his groin.
The sight of that woman should repulse him, that woman who tried to kill his little sister, the woman who nearly killed him. But rather than being disgusted, he found himself disappointed that the dream had ended.
After a cold shower, Kayden was still feeling very tense, so he decided to try and walk it off. His mother and Elsie greeted him from the kitchen.
“Where are you going, hunny?” his mother asked as she approached him.
“Just for a little walk, I’ll be back before breakfast.”
“You will? Does that mean you’re hungry, then?” His mother raised a hand to his cheek, a spark of hope in her eyes, “You look better today.”
Kayden managed a weak smile. “Yes, mother, I’m hungry.”
A smile broke out across his mother’s face and she turned eagerly back toward the kitchen. “We’ll make sure to prepare your favorites!”
Kayden nodded, and slipped out the door. Once outside he took in deep breaths of fresh air, cringing each time. The fire in his throat wasn’t so easily satisfied anymore. It was always present, a constant reminder that he was ill.
Not necessarily constant…
Kayden thought back to yesterday, and how amazing he felt. More alive than he had in months, stronger than he ever had. The searing pain in his throat had been quenched for the first time in a year.
I…licked his blood…
The thought made his stomach turn…and his mouth water. As he continued his walk, he got the strange sensation that he was being watched. He checked his surroundings several times, but saw no sign of anyone. He was just about to head back to his house, when a agonizing pain overtook his body, dropping him to the ground in a writhing heap.
It was as if the fire from his throat was coursing through his veins. Painful heat seemed to swallow him from the inside.
It was a sensation not unlike that he experienced the day he woke up in the hospital. These little episodes had been happening since then, but recently they had become more frequent, and lasted longer.
Kayden curled into a fetal position, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He whimpered through clenched teeth. He had learned quickly that to scream at the pain served only to worry his loved ones, so he had trained himself to leave when he felt an attack beginning, and to shut off any audible expressions of pain.
He had gotten good at this, even able to handle attacks during his school classes, the only signs of his distress being his pain-contorted face, which he held behind the curtain of hair he had grown out for that exact reason, and the death grip he maintained on the edge of his desk.
As the pain screamed through him, Kayden was sure that he now not only sensed someone watching him, but heard them. A flock of crows flew hastily from the top of a nearby tree, drawing his attention. After surveying the space around the tree and seeing no one, his eyes travelled to the branches. There, crouched on a lower branch was a shadowy figure. The figure clearly wanted to be seen, making no effort to hide as it tossed something at Kayden.
A badly maimed crow landed in front of him, from the looks of it, it had only seconds to live. As Kayden glanced back up at the tree, he was surprised to find that the figure had vanished. He didn’t dwell on this long, however, as the scent of the crow’s blood wafted into his nose. It didn’t smell nearly as appetizing as the man’s yesterday, but it was still plenty to cause his mouth to water, and the fire in his body to respond by retreating from his limbs to concentrate itself one again in his throat.
Kayden grabbed the crow, pausing only briefly to contemplate how he really should be disgusted by his actions, before licking the blood from its wound. It didn’t taste as good, but the blood still erased the burning in his throat, just as it had yesterday, and he could feel strength returning to his weak muscles. For the first time in ages he felt as though he really were a 16 year old boy, and not a 90 year old man.
As with the day before, colors got sharper, scents of all sorts flooded him, sounds got more noticeable, the whole world suddenly seemed more alive. He drained the crow, and rose to his feet, discarding the carcass, and wiping his mouth to ensure he looked presentable to his family before returning home.
At breakfast Kayden was disappointed to find that food still held no appeal to him. The very scent of it turned his stomach, but his mother had gone to such trouble, and she kept going on about how much better he looked. It was good to see her smile. The fact that his mother had aged a lot in the past year didn’t escape him, and he resolved to do all he could to keep her from worrying about him. Kayden choked down a sizeable portion of breakfast, trying hard to control his gag reflexes. Every bite of food felt as though it was dry, and took up too much space in his throat. The taste was not bad like the smell, he actually couldn’t taste it at all.
After breakfast he helped his father around the house. There had been so much he wished he could do while he was sick, that he wanted to use this temporary strength the best way he could. He had no way of knowing how long it would last, but now, at least, he knew how to regain it.
Am I becoming one of them?
Kayden jolted awake early the next morning just as the sun was just beginning to bring some light back into the sky. His hand flew to his neck where the scar of the Vampiress’ fangs remained a constant testament to the fact that the police’s “drugged by a gang” theory was incorrect. The holes had not bothered him since he woke in the hospital, but now they were throbbing with an intense pain.
Kayden glanced around the room, suddenly glad that Elsie had already gotten up, as he was acutely aware of his partial erection and dampened sheets. Images of his dream came flooding back to him with vivid clarity. A blush crept across his cheeks as he recalled entwining limbs, naked flesh, being lost in a sea of long dark hair. A low moan escaped his throat as he recalled the climax-causing sensation that overtook his body as the vampiress’ fangs sunk deep into his neck yet again.
What is happening to me?
Kayden launched himself from his bed, hurrying to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, but it did little to control the trembling of his hands, and absolutely nothing to quell the heat in his groin.
The sight of that woman should repulse him, that woman who tried to kill his little sister, the woman who nearly killed him. But rather than being disgusted, he found himself disappointed that the dream had ended.
After a cold shower, Kayden was still feeling very tense, so he decided to try and walk it off. His mother and Elsie greeted him from the kitchen.
“Where are you going, hunny?” his mother asked as she approached him.
“Just for a little walk, I’ll be back before breakfast.”
“You will? Does that mean you’re hungry, then?” His mother raised a hand to his cheek, a spark of hope in her eyes, “You look better today.”
Kayden managed a weak smile. “Yes, mother, I’m hungry.”
A smile broke out across his mother’s face and she turned eagerly back toward the kitchen. “We’ll make sure to prepare your favorites!”
Kayden nodded, and slipped out the door. Once outside he took in deep breaths of fresh air, cringing each time. The fire in his throat wasn’t so easily satisfied anymore. It was always present, a constant reminder that he was ill.
Not necessarily constant…
Kayden thought back to yesterday, and how amazing he felt. More alive than he had in months, stronger than he ever had. The searing pain in his throat had been quenched for the first time in a year.
I…licked his blood…
The thought made his stomach turn…and his mouth water. As he continued his walk, he got the strange sensation that he was being watched. He checked his surroundings several times, but saw no sign of anyone. He was just about to head back to his house, when a agonizing pain overtook his body, dropping him to the ground in a writhing heap.
It was as if the fire from his throat was coursing through his veins. Painful heat seemed to swallow him from the inside.
It was a sensation not unlike that he experienced the day he woke up in the hospital. These little episodes had been happening since then, but recently they had become more frequent, and lasted longer.
Kayden curled into a fetal position, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He whimpered through clenched teeth. He had learned quickly that to scream at the pain served only to worry his loved ones, so he had trained himself to leave when he felt an attack beginning, and to shut off any audible expressions of pain.
He had gotten good at this, even able to handle attacks during his school classes, the only signs of his distress being his pain-contorted face, which he held behind the curtain of hair he had grown out for that exact reason, and the death grip he maintained on the edge of his desk.
As the pain screamed through him, Kayden was sure that he now not only sensed someone watching him, but heard them. A flock of crows flew hastily from the top of a nearby tree, drawing his attention. After surveying the space around the tree and seeing no one, his eyes travelled to the branches. There, crouched on a lower branch was a shadowy figure. The figure clearly wanted to be seen, making no effort to hide as it tossed something at Kayden.
A badly maimed crow landed in front of him, from the looks of it, it had only seconds to live. As Kayden glanced back up at the tree, he was surprised to find that the figure had vanished. He didn’t dwell on this long, however, as the scent of the crow’s blood wafted into his nose. It didn’t smell nearly as appetizing as the man’s yesterday, but it was still plenty to cause his mouth to water, and the fire in his body to respond by retreating from his limbs to concentrate itself one again in his throat.
Kayden grabbed the crow, pausing only briefly to contemplate how he really should be disgusted by his actions, before licking the blood from its wound. It didn’t taste as good, but the blood still erased the burning in his throat, just as it had yesterday, and he could feel strength returning to his weak muscles. For the first time in ages he felt as though he really were a 16 year old boy, and not a 90 year old man.
As with the day before, colors got sharper, scents of all sorts flooded him, sounds got more noticeable, the whole world suddenly seemed more alive. He drained the crow, and rose to his feet, discarding the carcass, and wiping his mouth to ensure he looked presentable to his family before returning home.
At breakfast Kayden was disappointed to find that food still held no appeal to him. The very scent of it turned his stomach, but his mother had gone to such trouble, and she kept going on about how much better he looked. It was good to see her smile. The fact that his mother had aged a lot in the past year didn’t escape him, and he resolved to do all he could to keep her from worrying about him. Kayden choked down a sizeable portion of breakfast, trying hard to control his gag reflexes. Every bite of food felt as though it was dry, and took up too much space in his throat. The taste was not bad like the smell, he actually couldn’t taste it at all.
After breakfast he helped his father around the house. There had been so much he wished he could do while he was sick, that he wanted to use this temporary strength the best way he could. He had no way of knowing how long it would last, but now, at least, he knew how to regain it.
Am I becoming one of them?