Under The Vampire Lord's Will
[RATED 18+ ONLY]
Théoden smiled at me with a mixture of malice and arrogance. “How did your own cum taste to you when I shoved it down your throat?” He began to stroke my cock in long, slow movements, bringing my uncooperative member to full hardness against my will. The leather felt so good on my skin, increasing my pleasure.
“It was disgusting,” I said. Mentally, I was trying to fight against the
arousal he was working inside of me, and failing quite miserably.
Théoden lashed out, backhanding me hard across the jaw. My chains rattled from the impact, and pain shot through my face and lingered for a few seconds until the injury faded. He was still stroking me with a skill I’d never felt before. Fuck, he worked my dick better than I did! The pain and pleasure mixture he was giving me threw me through a loop of confusing feelings.
I wanted to be repulsed and pissed, but I also didn’t want him to stop. It felt so damn good.
“Want to try again?” Théoden asked me, glaring hard.
His hand still worked me close to completion. I glanced down at my
cock, it was so full of blood and about ready to explode. My body quaked
as he stroked me, and I moaned, unable to hold it in. God, this was feeling so fucking good!
“Try again,” he repeated.
I didn’t know what the hell he wanted from me. I’d answered him in
the way he wanted me to, so what the fuck is he looking for? I had to figure
this out or risk being knocked out again.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Sir,” I said, hoping he would help me out with that.
Théoden huffed, then sighed. “How about the truth?”
“I told you the truth, Sir.”
“No, you didn’t. When will you learn that you cannot lie to me, bitch? I made you, my blood knows you, now. So, I’m going to ask you one last time… how did your own cum taste to you when I shoved it down your
throat?”
Content Warning: This is an explicitly erotic, dark paranormal novel containing graphic M/M sexual content, BDSM, non-consensual situations, and extreme themes. The breakdown below describes the story's narrative arc with discretion