Pain and Pleasure

Chapter 9

Xir’ag was staring at the floor, sweat dripping down his neck. He was completely exhausted. This was the third hour he had spent, trying to get a spell to work the way it should, but it still didn’t. He was vulnerable, even if he did do everything with care.

He attacked the fictional enemy once again, slinging his body into motion, stepping high and releasing the energy ball that swirled in front of his eyes at the same time. He kicked the ball into motion with his raised leg and it hit the far wall, sending a huge wall of energy back at him, knocking him to the stone floor.

“Ouch,” the drow massaged his sore back and got back up again. Maybe this would do for today, he wasn't getting anywhere.

The Weapon Master sat in the next room waiting for him to finish up and as Xir’ag arrived from the fighting hall, the older drow got up.

“Is it safe to go there now?” he winked at Xir’ag, who laughed tiredly and nodded.

“Yeah, the walls are all still standing.”

The Weapon Master nodded to him and went to his business, waving his hand. “Same time tomorrow.”

Xir’ag opened the door to the hallway and almost stumbled into a young arrogant looking drow man who tried to hurriedly walk past him. Xir’ag only frowned, not wanting to cause a fight and tried to move aside but the man was obviously in a bad mood.

“What is your problem rushing into people like that?”

“Sorry,” Xir’ag said and moved away, continuing down the hallway.

“That is not going to do it, say it properly, you fool.”

“There is no point calling me names,” Xir’ag snapped back. He was tired and not interested in fighting with the man.

The man looked down at him and smirked. “And are you going to make me stop?”

“For Lloth’s sake, give it up already,” Xir’ag replied with a tired voice and prepared a spell in his mind. This could only be leading to one thing.

The man stepped back and drew his sword with an amazing speed. But he wasn’t fast enough.

Xir’ag cried out a single word, kicking the floor firmly with his toes. The floor gave up under the man, dropping him into the next floor as Xir’ag levitated a little way back to safe ground above.

The surprised man had no time to say the levitation spell but dropped down the full way, landing on his ass and yelling out of anger and pain.

Xir’ag ran away laughing. He hurried back to his rooms, not wanting to meet anyone else on the way. He had spent the whole week in the fighting hall, practising to use his spells in action. He didn’t ever want to be as vulnerable as he had been in the tunnels of the Underdark when he had been attacked. He had learned a couple of new spells that he could use in emergencies, but he still needed to learn how to control the spells better in real life situations.

He opened the door with a fast spell and stepped in, undressing, leaving his sweaty clothes hanging on the doorknob and walked to the bathroom, only peeking into the bedroom to shout his hello to Sajore. He stopped as he saw Sajore reading a book in the light of the fireplace on the bed. He looked delicious… so much so that he realized his feet were no longer moving towards the bathroom, but to Sajore.

The vampire was biting his nails and was so absorbed into the book that he didn’t seem to see Xir’ag at all. When Xir’ag was less than a foot away from the bed the vampire suddenly flung himself up, making a backwards somersault, taking hold of the drow and pulling him onto the bed with him.

Xir’ag realized soon that he was beneath the vampire who stared to his surprised eyes and laughed.
“Did you have fun at training?”

Xir’ag grinned. “Not as much fun as this is going to be.”

“Unfortunately we can’t continue this now… the Matron has some business for us.” The vampire grimaced and let go of Xir’ag, giving him a fast kiss on the nose.

Xir’ag cursed and got up slowly, walking to the bathroom.

He was soon clean and fresh again and started to change his clothes for the meeting. “Sajore… what would you say if I would ask you to help me learn the new spells?”

Sajore smiled. “I would say, it would be my pleasure, of course I would help any way I can… but only if I can touch you during the practise.” He walked behind Xir’ag and leaned on him, licking his neck.

Xir’ag laughed and pressed his buttocks against the vampire’s thighs. “It’s a deal. Are you free tomorrow?”

“For you… always.” The vampire hummed into his neck and bit him softly from the ear tip.

Soon they had to detach from each other, unwillingly, and went to the meeting chamber, where an unpleasant surprise awaited them.

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Xir’ag couldn’t believe his eyes. After all this shit they had invited her here? His sister grinned at the wizard behind the other priestess.

The older woman smiled evilly as she began to recognize the young man in front of her.

Xir’ag couldn’t move from his spot. It was a formal house meeting, the first one after his return and he was supposed to stand there the entire time, without moving.

“Well, well, I see you have done well…” the priestess whispered to him as he stood beside the wizard, making him shiver with disgust.

Xir’ag wanted to run away, or even just step a few steps aside, but that would be an insult for the guests, so all he could do was to turn his head away and hope that time would go by quickly.

They had important guests from the academy - teachers, priestesses, and even one wizard. The matron smiled happily at the guests, welcoming them to the house for the first time in years. This was going to be an important meeting, negotiation about the second daughter of Matron Yog'e'gmin becoming a high priestess in the academy. The daughter in question stood in front of them with her festive uniform, her snake whip in her hand and a big grin on her face.

For some strange reason Xir’ag had always tolerated this particular sister more than most of the other sisters he had. He didn’t like any of them, but this one was the most tolerable and he was almost sorry to see her go. But now, with this new guest, he couldn’t think about anything else, just stared out into the big hall and tried to remain calm.

Sajore was standing at the back of the hall, observing the meeting. He could clearly see how upset Xir’ag was. His red eyes were glowing with anger and his face was twisted, he tried to change his posture inconspicuously so that he could stand a bit further away from the stranger next to him.

Sajore frowned, staring at the woman as she whispered something into the wizards’ ear. He could sense that something bad was going on, even when he was too far away to hear the whispered words.

Finally the meeting ended. The new high priestess of the academy went to prepare for her leave and the guests retired to the Matron Mother's private chambers for a glorious meal. Of course only the priestesses and female teachers were invited.

And Xir’ag couldn't have been happier about that. He hurried away from the room as fast as he could to get away from that woman’s eyes.

He ran into Sajore outside the big hall and stopped, grinding his teeth and moving around nervously. “What do you say we go practise today and not tomorrow? I really need to defuse my energy into something before I explode,” the drow hissed and started to walk toward the fighting hall without waiting for Sajore’s answer.

“Hey, wait a minute, what’s going on? Who was that?” Sajore grabbed the drow’s arm and stopped his furious stomping.

“Nobody important,” Xir’ag turned to him, his eyes flashing with hate.

“Yeah… like I’ll buy that,” Sajore frowned.

Xir’ag huffed and seemed to relax a little bit. “She’s the woman who raped me,” Xir’ag replied after a while, staring at the floor.

Sajore took a stronger hold of his arm. “She… She is the one who?”

Xir’ag nodded and turned around, wrenching his arm loose of Sajore’s grip. “Now let's go, I want to blow something up,” he yelled and Sajore had to run to catch up to his furious walk.

They arrived to the fighting halls door soon and without knocking Xir’ag opened the door and stepped in.

The Weapons master stood in the middle of the hall, yelling at a drow who tried his best to hit the older man with his sword, but was not succeeding very well. The drow turned around and Xir’ag recognised him as the same one who he had had the run in with that morning.

The man's face grew sullen and he came running towards them, yelling with anger.

Sajore reacted quickly, jumping in front of Xir’ag.

Xir’ag pulled his hands to his chest and was ready to say a spell when the Weapon master jumped in front of them all. “Stop! What is going on?” He yelled angrily, staring at them all, one by one.

Xir’ag relaxed and Sajore stared at the furious drow opposite to them.

“He insulted me this morning when I was coming here, I told you about it,” the young drow spat out, lashing his sword in Xir’ag’s direction, only to get a stinging strike to his arm with a practise sword from his master.

“The wizard does not insult anyone without a reason… and knowing you, he had a reason. You are too hot-headed for your own good,” he said sternly and the other man grimaced.

“Father I…”

“No, don’t try to explain yourself.” He stopped his son and finally turned to Xir’ag.

“You are in need of something?”

“Yeah, I would like to practise a little more today if that is okay by you.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“All right. We need to take a break and try to calm down anyway. There is no hurry, so take your time. We are going to take a lesson about patience,” the Weapons Master said, bowing hastily to Xir’ag and pulling his son with him toward the door.

“A father and son, eh?” Sajore sneered as they disappeared from the door and slammed it shut.

“They don’t seem to have anything in common… but then again, I’ve never even met my father,” Xir’ag said, shrugging. He then moved to the middle of the floor, pulling his cloak and pants away, ripping loose a piece of see-trough canvas from the lining of his cloak and quickly tied it on to his waist with a rope.

Sajore grinned, watching the drow with a hungry look. “I thought you wanted to practise.”

“Don’t underestimate me, come on,” the drow said seriously and winked, squatting down.

“Ok… let’s play,” Sajore rushed towards him, slowing down when he was close enough and misted away. He came back to the room from the other side, just behind Xir’ag, but the drow had anticipated his move and created a deep darkness around himself.

They were now in complete darkness, using only their senses. It was quiet. Xir’ag moved his head and listened to every single little sound around him. He almost jumped when he felt a gust of air across his ear.

“If I touch you, you loose,” Sajore laughed and misted away again.

Xir’ag jumped back and ran a little way to the wall. He levitated up so he was not in the darkness anymore. Then he took a good hold of the wall, sharpening his senses. He heard something from his left and jumped down as fast as he could, bringing his arms to his chest again, saying a fast spell without a sound.

A swirling lighting formed in his left hand and guided him trough the darkness until the darkness-spell broke and he could see again. He moved fast, closing in on the other wall, then jumping around and running the other way. He could feel the breeze on his neck, but no touch. He had been able to avoid the vampire until now, but it was getting harder and harder.

Sajore grinned to himself. The drow was good. He couldn’t help it, but his concentration broke again when he saw Xir’ag moving with full speed, running in the opposite direction, his face completely serious. This was all making him amazingly horny.

He attacked again, misting to the other side, just where Xir’ag was headed. He could see him running towards him, but then the drow suddenly stopped, jumping high and tossing a ball of lighting into the air. He kicked it towards the vampire with full speed, arching his back, then turned in the air, landing on his feet and was quickly running away again. Sajore could see the lighting coming. It hit the wall around him as he disappeared into the air, feeling the electricity around him setting his hair on edge.

“Wow, wow! Don’t electrify me,” he laughed as he landed in front of Xir’ag, so close that the drow almost ran into him.

Xir’ag stopped and with a fast move of his feet, flipped around and jumped around him, running again.

Sajore turned around too and jumped on him with his full weight.

The drow fell under him and collapsed to the floor. He could hear him snarling. He pushed his hand under Xir’ag’s body, growling into his sweaty neck. “Don’t even think that I would let you go…”

The drow responded by scratching his arm and kicking his leg up, missing his crotch by inches.

Sajore laughed and took a strong hold of the drow’s arm, pulling it up, locking his legs with his own.

Xir’ag hissed and tried to hit him with his free hand.

Sajore locked that one easily too, pulling both of the hands behind the drow’s back and keeping them still with one of his strong hands. He started to be afraid that the drow was really fighting against him, that he had somehow gone into some sort of shock and was now trying to desperately escape him. That was, until he got a message that told him otherwise and made him grin from ear to ear.

Xir’ag still struggled like a maniac on the floor, growling and hissing, but suddenly he pushed his backside to the air and leaned tightly against Sajore’s crotch. The vampire thrusted forward, pressing between his tights and Xir’ag growled harder, opening his legs wider, as much as he could from the vampire’s thighs locking him against the floor. Now this was getting interesting.

Sajore remembered hazily that the Weapons Master had said they could take their time, so there was no hurry. He snaked his free hand under Xir’ag again and undid the knot of the robe, pulling the fabric away and tossing it onto the floor next to them, revealing Xir’ag’s ass. He growled.

Xir’ag purred and pushed against him once again, still trying to get his hands free from Sajore’s tight grip.

Sajore undid his own pants quickly and then leaned on Xir’ag, licking his back. “Are you still going to fight me? I’m going to have to use force if you do.” He laughed into the drow's ear, slowly bringing his hand closer to his face. He wasn’t sure if Xir’ag was going to co-operate with him on this or bite his fingers off but decided to take the risk and slipped his fingers into the drow's mouth.

Xir’ag suckled his fingers, sucked them like he had never been this hungry, humming to himself.

He never stopped struggling though, so Sajore had to work to keep him in place. He pulled his fingers out of the drow's wet mouth and began to rub the little opening between the drow's buttocks. The thought of quickly entering the drow's body got him excited, but he still didn’t want this to be painful for Xir’ag.

He quickly pushed the fingers in and out a couple of times before pulling them out completely and spitting onto his hand, rubbing the saliva onto his cock. It would do as a lube in this emergency situation.

He pressed his wet cock against Xir’ag’s entrance and pressed himself gently inside. He was about to wait for a moment for Xir’ag to adjust, but the drow moved again, thrusting himself against him forcefully, grunting.

Sajore breathed in heavily, with a surprised and delighted look on his face as he leaned his body against the drow’s, making the man under him moan deeply and shiver as his balls finally touched his ass. He was deep and it was sweet and hot. He began to thrust in, leaning his body over Xir’ag, taking a better hold of his wrists against his back. Xir’ag cried out in pleasure as Sajore finally let his grip loosen from his legs and let him spread them more. The drow lifted his ass up, pressing his face into the cold stone floor and letting Sajore take him hard.

Sajore growled as his orgasm began to shatter his thoughts into pieces and made everything into one swirling hot, red mist until the feeling gathered into his insides and made him explode into Xir’ag’s tightness.

The drow yelled out as Sajore thrusted in for the last few times, filling him with his fluids, finally slowing down and gasping for breath. He collapsed on Xir’ag who fell onto the cold floor, breathing hard.

“If this is how you always practise… can we do this every day?” Sajore laughed tiredly as he cuddled the drow's head and kissed his hair.

He had a big surprise when the drow, who was finally free, flung himself up, pushing away from him and rolling around before he could stop him.

“Don’t you think that the game is over now,” the drow growled and attacked.

He pushed the vampire to the floor, pulling his pants to his ankles and coming over him. Sajore could have stopped him, he knew that he was stronger than the drow, but this was far too interesting.

He stared at the drow, who suddenly closed his eyes, touching the vampire's cold chest with his fingers softly and held him down. He felt a strange tingly feeling spreading from the hand and flowing along his body to his arms.

He tried to move, but to his surprise, he couldn’t. He was glued to the floor. He moved his legs and to his relief they still worked. Xir’ag grinned widely over him, starting to push his legs further apart. The vampire’s eyes widened as the drow moved himself between his legs and moved the legs up so that he was leaning against his entrance. He stared into Sajore’s eyes seriously. “Is it going to hurt if I go in like this?”

Sajore was still so shocked that he only tossed his head from side to side, still trying to move his hands, straining his muscles as much as he could.

Xir’ag grinned and pushed tightly against his opening.

Sajore gasped.

“The spell is not going to give up, believe me. You better just relax or I’ll use the same spell to your lower body.” He leaned on the vampire and kissed his lips, then pushed in.

Sajore groaned and his eyes closed.

The drow started to move with fast, long thrusts that slowly drove Sajore crazy. He moaned and withered under him, arching his back and pressing against the drow, whispering Xir’ag’s name. He was getting hard again and Xir’ag took his cock into his hand, starting to pleasure him as he still thrusted into his warmth. Then he stopped. “Open your eyes!” he commanded and Sajore obeyed, grunting and looking displeased, looking into angry red eyes, with eyes that had once again started to turn yellow.

Soon the look on Xir’ag’s face melted into a little smile and Sajore responded to it.

Xir’ag pressed his hand against his chest again and said a short spell. Sajore could move his hands again, he noticed to his relief, and he pulled the drow into a tight embrace. He opened his legs wider and lifted them up to let Xir’ag in better, holding him close and responding to his thrusts while groaning his name into his ear.

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he cried out. Xir’ag had hit something inside of him that made him gasp for breath. Again, and he couldn’t help himself, he orgasmed into Xir’ag’s hand, crying out as his inner muscles clenched around Xir’ag’s organ.

The drow grunted and pushed deeper, hitting the spot again and making Sajore release another load of hot cum onto his stomach. “Oh god,” the vampire gasped out, his eyes half closed.

Xir’ag grimaced as he filled him with his own seed. He thrust in for the last few shaking strokes and then stopped, breathing deep, his head lowered. Finally he pulled out and let Sajore lower his legs again.

The vampire's hands still clung to his neck, holding him close.

Xir’ag felt how Sajore’s sperm was still dripping from his ass and looked down at the mess they had made. He laughed and smeared his already messy fingers on the mess, drawing circles on Sajore’s stomach. “How are we going to clean this up? The whole room must smell like cum.” He shook his head and sat next to Sajore as the vampire lifted his hands behind his own neck and lay on the floor, smirking. He didn’t seem to care at all, only stared to the ceiling, lying on his back, a big grin on his face. He glanced at Xir’ag and was about to say something when Xir’ag stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t you start again with the master shit.”

“I was not about to say that… I was just wondering who won?”

Xir’ag laughed and hugged him. “Shut up or I’ll glue you back to the floor.”

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“Maybe we should get up and put our pants on,” Xir’ag finally whispered, looking around like he had just realized where they were.

Sajore growled and sat up slowly. He turned and glomped the drow before he could stop him, pressing him to the floor and kissing him furiously.

Xir’ag laughed and kissed back, slowly pushing him away, gasping for breath.

They never did have time to get up before the big doors slammed open and an angry young drow man rushed in. Xir’ag rolled around, reached for the cloth Sajore had thrown next to them and draping it over himself, while Sajore ruffled his hair, sitting on the floor.

The man looked furious. “What the hell is this? My father said that you shouldn’t be disturbed, but with all that yelling, I had to come in, disgusting!”

Sajore laughed. “And it took you this long to get in? We’ve been quiet for some time already.”

The man blushed deeply and tried to answer when the Weapon Master arrived behind him.

“Out!” He yelled angrily and Xir’ag got up, with an ashamed look. He stared at the old drow with a shocked face when he saw that he was actually yelling at his son. The younger drow opened his mouth, but nothing came out and soon he rushed out again.

The Weapon Master turned to look at Xir’ag and winked, throwing a big towel to him. “Some people have no manners.” Then he left, closing the doors quickly behind himself.

The two men stared at each other, Sajore still sitting on the floor with his pants wrapped around his ankles. They smirked at one another. Xir’ag slowly walked closer and collapsed next to him, offering him the towel. “This has been a shitty day, but seems to be turning quite good.” The drow laughed as he pulled Sajore closer for a kiss.

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Xir’ag rummaged in his laboratory. He had been reading about a certain spell and how it could be made, but couldn’t find one of the ingredients he needed to make it. He had all the others and he was sure he had it, if only he could find it somewhere.

Sajore sat on the long table in the laboratory, watching him run around. He looked like he had sunk into his own world, staring blindly at the wizard.

They had gotten out of the fighting practise arena earlier and gotten a shower, so they were now both clean and fresh again. But Sajore was starting to get hungry. He never understood how Xir’ag could eat so little, the drow was actually eating less than he. He thought to himself that he should watch after Xir’ag so that he wouldn’t accidentally starve himself, he was already so skinny…

Xir’ag stopped and looked at the Sajore. “This is going to take a while… this would be a good time to feed or something, you will get bored to death if you just sit there.”

“I happen to enjoy watching you,” Sajore winked, but got up.

Xir’ag laughed and came to give him a fast kiss. “Xir’ag… What was the spell you used to glue me to the floor earlier?”

“That was just a little something I made up… a little spider spell.” Xir’ag winked and squeezed Sajore’s butt. “It might come in handy…”

“You mean in a fight or…”

“Both of course, my love, you know me.”

Sajore winked back and thrust his hips forward.

Xir’ag laughed.

“Ok, I’ll go now…I have to take care of some things, so it might take some time. I will be back when I’m done… but if you feel sleepy, don’t wait up.” He turned around and misted away, giving another wink to the wizard.

Xir’ag sighed and got back to work.
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Sajore found himself in the guest's quarters, surprisingly right outside the area where the guest's from the academy were assigned to stay. He wondered around for a while, smelling his way through the big area, until he found what he was looking for.

He stared at the door and listened. He heard a soft breathing inside, the woman was there alone and not sleeping. He managed to conjure his most charming look onto his face and knocked on the door.

It took a while before the door opened and the woman peeked out.

Sajore looked surprised. “Oh, I am so sorry, I thought someone else was in this room but he seems to have left already.”

“It seems so…” The priestess looked at him hungrily and opened the door more, revealing her skin caressing see-through dress. “But it would be a shame if you have come all this way for nothing. I can keep you company.”

Sajore tried to look as interested as possible and smiled. “That sounds wonderful.” He turned his head, looking thoughtful. “… but I have to go soon, I’m in a hurry to get to the tunnels outside the town... missions… you know.”

“That is a shame. Can’t you stay a while?”

“Not really. But if you walk out with me…” the vampire smiled knowingly, arching his eyebrow.

The woman was game instantly, opening to door completely, grabbing his long cloak and stepping to the hall. “A nice walk would do well after eating so much.” She laughed and grabbed Sajore’s arm, slamming the door shut behind them.

They had walked for some time outside the house walls when the priestess started to lean closer to the vampire, touching his arm softly. “I think this is far enough… what do you say we take a little break and… rest?” She grinned and slid her palm across Sajore’s bare chest.

Sajore tilted his head to look into her eyes and took the woman’s neck into his hand. “I have to confess something.” he said smiling, caressing the woman’s cheek softly.

The priestess grinned wickedly, pressing her body against him. “And what is that?”

“It was no accident that I found you.” He took a moment to look at the not-so-surprised smile that was spread across the priestesses face and then he continued, whispering the words close to her delicate ear tip. “I heard a rumour that you once took someone with another priestess… that story never left my mind, I always dreamed of meeting you… and that other priestess, in private. There’s just something very arousing about you wicked priestesses.” He winked, getting closer to the woman.

She shivered in his arms and gasped. “I haven’t met her in a while… but I am sure she would be delighted to hear about this,” she smiled, trying to kiss him.

Sajore moved a bit further away and smiled widely. “That would be amazing… would it be possible to get her here right now?”

“Right now?” The woman looked a bit surprised, maybe a bit disappointed, but as Sajore reattached himself to her, she quickly made a little orb of light in the air and said a fast message into it, sending it to its way.

“So she is coming?”

“I don’t think she would miss this opportunity for anything,” the priestess murmured, walking closer.

Sajore grinned and moved to face her again.

The priestess folded her arms around him and leaned higher to kiss him. She was a bit surprised when Sajore leaned down to her neck and kissed the skin softly. She was even more surprised when the vampire got a fast and firm grip of her and sunk his teeth into her neck. She tried to yell, but the pain was too much and blood was filling her throat. A little shriek escaped her lips before she lost consciousness.

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“Higr'aft,” the other priestess arrived from a portal into the quiet tunnel. She was whispering her friend's name, looking around suspiciously. She stopped and raised her whip when Sajore appeared from behind a big rock. “Where’s Higr'aft?”

“I am sorry to say, but I completely exhausted her already… but I am not tired at all,” he said, smiling widely, leaning on his other leg and opening his legs more.

The priestess grinned.

“I can help you with that,” she said, walking closer, tying her whip to her waistband.

Sajore waited until she was close enough, then reached for her, sinking his nails into her arms to keep her still and reached her neck with a sudden move, ripping it open with his fangs and started to lap the flooding blood.

This time the priestess screamed, kicked and fought with all she had, until the blood loss was too much, which didn’t take long, since it was her carotid artery that he had ripped open.

Sajore chuckled, his eyes glowing yellow. He had a big grin on his bloody face. “Damn you women are reckless, coming here alone in the middle of the night… horny bastards,” he laughed as he wiped the blood from his lips and cheeks.

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Then he was gone, already heading for the other side of the town, misting his way trough the city’s empty streets.
They were waiting where they always were, the driders. He recognized his friend right away and jumped closer to him. The drider grinned as he recognized Sajore.

“Hey you… you are always bringing good news. So what is it this time?” The creature laughed.

“I have something for you,” Sajore grinned back and nodded in the direction he had come from.

“I’m behind you,” the drider said as Sajore started to run in front of him. It was easy for the creature to keep up with his eight strong spider legs.

It didn’t take long before they arrived at the place where the priestesses were dying. Higr'aft was fighting to get up with her last strength, but the other priestess was still unconscious.

The drider grinned even more widely when he saw the present presented in front of him. This was going to be a great night.

The priestess stared at the drider with horror, trying to wake the other woman by shaking her violently.

Sajore and the drider shook hands fast and Sajore left the others to have their fun. As he walked away, he could hear a woman’s horrified scream and the sound of ripping clothes. Then the driders happy voice as he yelled, “Damn, hold still woman or I can’t get it in!”

Sajore shook his head and laughed coldly. They got what they deserved. There was going to be nothing left of them in the morning.

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Xir’ag woke up to something pressing over him… realizing soon that it was Sajore. His hard organ was pressing against Xir’ag’s thigh as he leaned over his body, kissing his neck and chin, purring like a cat. The drow turned his head and pulled Sajore closer, kissing him softly and then suddenly flipped them over, so he was sitting on Sajore.

Sajore gasped happily and sighed as he slowly moved his hand along the lines on Xir’ag’s back, lifting his other hand to rest on his cheek. He caressed the soft, beautiful black skin and Xir’ag leaned back into his touch, lifting his face up so that his hair flowed down his back to touch Sajore’s hands.

Sajore looked up and stared into the deep red eyes smiling.

“Welcome home,” Xir’ag said softly and smiled back.

Sajore leaned up, kissing the drow’s chest and neck, moving his hands to his buttocks and pressing him closer.

Xir’ag moaned softly, smiling a tired smile.

“I love you… I want you,” the vampire whispered into the drow’s ear, sucking his neck.

Xir’ag smiled blissfully and squeezed him a little tighter. “What’s gotten you so excited, my love?”

“I don’t need much to drive me over the edge when I’m this close to you,” Sajore growled, licking his ear and then moving lower. “But to tell you the truth, I did something bad… and that always makes me feel… good,” he looked at Xir’ag's face and kept kissing his neck.

Xir’ag raised an eyebrow. “Do I want to know about this bad thing?”

“I don’t know… you’ll probably hear about it tomorrow though.” he laughed into Xir’ag’s neck and bit him carefully, so as to not the break skin.

“I thought I tasted blood on your lips…” the drow said, wondering if it was just from a feeding but didn’t ask more, on the contrary, he pushed Sajore down on his back and attacked him.

He kissed the vampire’s neck, raising hissing sounds from him as he scratched the skin with his teeth. He found his way to his collarbone and licked and sucked his way down to his chest and nipples. He sucked the sensitive nubs, rubbing the other one with his fingers softly. He bit it carefully and then soothed it with a kiss. Slowly he reached lower, to the vampire's stomach muscles, gnawing them and snarling, raising a chuckle from Sajore. Finally he dipped his tongue into his bellybutton and licked the thin hairline down to the edge of his pants, then lifted his head questioningly.

Sajore looked at his beautiful form and sighed. He was happy. He wanted Xir’ag to be happy and to make sure he was, he would kill every single person in this city if needed. He grinned as the drow raised his face.

Xir’ag hand was still trailing down his body, pressing his crotch firmly against him.

But Sajore didn’t want to do it this way, not this time. He wanted to make Xir’ag happy. He took Xir’ag’s chin into his hand and lifted his head to kiss him. He took a hold of the drow’s waist and lifted him up, then pressing him to the bed on his back and flipped him onto his knees. “Now… don’t move.” He grinned.

Xir’ag looked surprised, but did as he was told, leaning into the sheets and relaxing as the vampire moved closer.

Sajore started to kiss and nibble his body all over like the drow had done just a moment ago, his hands moving along his loins. He carefully scratched his skin with his long nails and bit his stomach softly.

Xir’ag moved a bit and he immediately lifted his head.

“Hey, hey, no moving allowed,” Sajore said grinning.

Xir’ag giggled and put his head back down, resting his hands at his sides.

Sajore moved lower. He stared at the drow’s hard organ and growled like a predator.

Xir’ag laughed and moved. The organ twitched and Sajore attacked it. He licked the head and pulled it completely into his mouth, sucking it as deep as he could into his throat. And he could suck deep, as he didn’t have to watch his breath.

Xir’ag moaned and moved his legs more apart, letting Sajore crawl between them, still growling like an animal.

He licked the organ with his tongue and rubbed it with his nose, then plunged his head down again, sucking hard. The movements were making squishy sounds that filled the room with Xir’ag’s throaty moans.

Sajore looked up fast, but started to suck again, keeping a hold of the base with his hand and wriggling his tongue into the slit on the head.

Xir’ag groaned and arched his back. He didn’t want to keep still anymore, he couldn’t keep still anymore. He moved his waist against Sajore when the vampire sucked him, pressing his organ deeper into his throat. He bit his lip so as to not yell out. He lifted his hand and caressed Sajore’s hair, pushing and pulling his head to the rhythm of the sucking.

Sajore pulled the cock out and lapped at the sensitive head, sliding his tongue along the shaft, squeezing the base harder with his hand. Gradually, he started to move faster, licking the head every time he reached the top.

Xir’ag was soon wriggling under him, his fingers burying into his scalp.

“Aah, Sajore... I’m gonna cum... aaah,” the drow cried out.

Already? the vampire thought. He would have answered if he could have, but the drow was pushing his head down and the pulsing organ was filling his throat. He tasted the sweet taste of pre-cum in his mouth and he sucked harder, moving his other hand to the base of the organ and gently squeezing Xir’ag’s balls with the his other hand.

Xir’ag shook, his whole body arching up. He gripped Sajore’s head and thrust deep into his throat, grinding his teeth and closing his eyes as he came.

Sajore swallowed as much as he could and milked him empty as long as the shivering drow was willing to move.

Finally he collapsed back onto the bed, slowly caressing the vampires scalp and calming his movements. He breathed heavily as Sajore lifted his head, licking his lips and smiling.

“Sorry I... moved,” Xir’ag said slowly, smiling drowishly.

Sajore laughed, kissing him softly. Xir’ag could taste his own sperm. His eyes glowed almost yellow, but he just calmly nuzzled the drow's chin and lay next to him.

Xir’ag caressed Sajore’s back softly, kissing his hair. “What about you… do you want me to…?”

Sajore smiled “No love, I woke you up… we should sleep.”

Xir’ag raised his chin up. “Are you sure? …You ok?”

“Yes, I’m… happy,” Sajore said, kissing his lips again, staring into his eyes for a long time, finding pure bliss in them and drowning in it.

This was enough for now. He knew that if he were to take Xir’ag now, the demon would get aggressive after all of the blood he had just had, so he lowered his head again and draped his hands over the drow's body tightly, pulling him closer.

Xir’ag relaxed into his arms, accepting the explanation he had gotten, but not quite believing that it was that simple. Still, it was enough for now if the vampire said it was and they did need their sleep. He closed his eyes and drifted into calm dreams.