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11 Neyavr - 12:30amCastle Ravenloft - Rahadin’s Quarters
I said the arcane words and the grass beneath my feet disappeared, and a moment later I found the solid flagstone of Castle Ravenloft underfoot. I had chosen my destination in a rush, eager to leave my unpleasant meeting with those irritating adventurers, and hadn’t had time to put much thought into where I ended up. When I looked around, I recognised Rahadin’s personal chambers.Even though I hadn’t yet moved from the spot I’d teleported to, Rahadin had heard me arrive and I could see him sitting up in bed. The sheets were bunched around his waist and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and straightened to address me.“Don’t get up.” I said bitterly. It had been a long time since I’d been able to hide my emotions from Rahadin, so I’d stopped trying hundreds of years ago. There was no point attempting to disguise the disdain in my voice, so I did not.The elf relaxed slightly, leaning back against the carved wooden headboard and holding his hands in his lap. I didn’t need light to be able to see him. Besides, the room was lit up frequently by flashes of lightning from the storm outside. In the darkness his skin looked as grey and dull as my own, but in the brief flashes of light I could see the deep blue tone to his flesh - the colour of an angry storm-cloud immediately before it pours forth - and the numerous bite marks healing on his torso. They painted his chest the most beautiful black and purple.It always stirred something deep within me to see him like this.“How may I serve you, Con’quessir? At this late hour.” He asked, his voice thick with sleep. Con’quessir was an old pet name he had given me when I was still a man - an old fashioned Elvish word used for the object of one’s devotion.Before I even knew I was moving, I was across the room and crouching over him on the bed, one hand tangled in his hair as I buried my nose in his neck. I took a long, greedy breath in. He smelled of sweat and sleep, and it made my stomach growl with hunger.This close to Rahadin, the screams filled my mind, lighting a fire under my anger and threatening to overtake me.A quick spell brought silence, for which I was grateful.We found ourselves wrapped in a blanket of darkness, just us and the storm. The thunder overhead mixed with the sound of his racing heart inside my mind, and I found composure out of reach.My teeth found the flesh of his neck and tore open an ugly, misshapen wound. He made a sharp noise of pain and I felt his body buck beneath me as his lifeblood spilled forth.Rahadin bled freely for me, his hand blindly grabbing for my shoulder as his chest and my shirt were soaked with his blood.The smell, the warmth, the wetness - it was too much to bear. I pressed close to him, desperate for the heat of his living body. His grip on my shoulder tightened and he groaned with pain, curling his legs up beneath me. It only served to throw me closer to him and I kept hold of him, drinking greedily from his neck.“Strahd,” His voice gasping my name was the only thing to wrench me back from the edge of the abyss. I moaned into his throat, my right hand still tight in his hair as my left desperately grasped at his bare chest. When I finally summoned the control to tear my mouth from his neck the wound continued to pour forth blood, running down his chest and over my hand like a syrupy waterfall. I watched, enraptured, as with each beat of his heart more blood spilled forth from the jagged wound on his neck. I dragged my fingertip around the edge of the wound, eliciting a strained moan from Rahadin. The smell of his blood smothered my senses like a heavy blanket and I struggled to compose myself.“Con’quessir…” He whispered and I dragged my eyes up to look at him. He held my face in his hand, tenderly wiping his own blood away from my eye with his thumb.We sat in silence for a long time, the only sound coming from the roar of thunder and the weakened pounding of Rahadin’s heart.“They’re going to Berez.” I finally said, my voice tainted with unflattering bitterness. “I gave them a direct order, and they openly defy me. No good can come of them poking around in the swamp.”I pulled back to look at him, his eyes glassy and distant as he struggled to focus on me. His already grey skin had been made greyer still by the significant blood loss I’d inflicted upon him, and each breath seemed to be an effort. He spoke after a long moment.“They won’t last long.” Rahadin said eventually, his voice hoarse. He reached for a towel by the side of the bed and I sat back on my heels to let him up. I could see his hands shaking slightly as he toweled the blood off his chest. He winced with pain when he came to the jagged wound on his neck.I remained where I was, trying to rein in my fury with clenched fists.“If they go to Berez, they will all be lost to me.” I said through gritted teeth, staring down at the blood soaked sheets in my hands. Rahadin was fortunate that I didn’t see him shrug.“Lysaga will probably kill the men. She may take the sorcerer into her coven.” He said dismissively, walking away from me to an unseen corner of the room.“That’s the problem!” I snapped, dropping the bloody fabric in my fist and turning to look at him over my shoulder. He was facing away from me, pulling a loose shirt over his head. “I’ll not let their reckless behaviour rob me of what is rightfully mine.” I spat.“Tatyana would surely mourn the loss of her brother.” Rahadin said, far too casually, and I glared at him.Who is he to tell me what I already know?“Watch yourself, Chamberlain.” I hissed. Calmly, Rahadin folded his hands behind his back, squaring his shoulders as he faced me. I didn’t miss the glimmer of pain that flashed across his face from my bite.“Forgive me, your Majesty,” He said, bowing his head. “I am your servant, in all things.”I looked him up and down, considering.“Indeed,” I murmured, running my tongue across my teeth.Having made my mind up, I rose from the bed, flicking the creases out of my pants with a small spell.“Come, there are yet more ways you will serve me tonight.”
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11 NeyavrCastle Ravenloft - Lower Tower Landing1:15am
45 minutes later we found ourselves waiting on the landing on the lower level of the tower, under the watchful eyes of my old military portrait. A single torch in a sconce by the door lit the space, casting dramatic shadows over Rahadin’s face as we stood in silence. He was leaning against the stone wall and staring straight ahead, his expression one of practiced composure.In the time we’d been waiting the wound on his neck had bled through the shirt he’d thrown on - it stained his pectoral a tantalising scarlet and I had been struggling not to stare.I was on my second last cigarette and beginning to tire of waiting.I touched my signet ring.“They’re taking their time.” I said in my mind.Rahadin turned his head to look at me, but otherwise remained motionless. Dark circles under his eyes gave away how much he would rather be in bed right now.I pressed my ear against the wood of the lounge door, listening for any sound beyond. I could hear Anastrasya putting on her best show and I could picture her clearly in my mind, head thrown back as she moaned in ecstasy. I hated the thought of him touching her: it made my stomach turn and it put a sour taste in my mouth.Perhaps sensing the tension in my body, perhaps hearing Anastrasya nearing her climax in the chamber beyond, Rahadin put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. A simple lifeline through my blind fury.I flicked my cigarette butt away towards the staircase and leant back against the stone beside the door, stepping back to let Rahadin go in first.“Ohh!” Anastrasya moaned dramatically from beyond and I rolled my eyes.With a small wave of my hand, Rahadin’s foot connected with the wood of the door and it flew open, slamming against the wall from the force. I heard Anastrasya yelp in shock and he started shouting at my Chamberlain.“What the fuck are you doing?” He yelled, angry, audacious.“Get up.” Rahadin barked, and I heard a pained yelp in response.A shuffling of fabric as Anastrasya darted out the door and a loud thud followed by a pained groan told me Rahadin had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and thrown him on the floor.My hand flew out to grab Anastrasya as she ran past and I pulled her against my chest, out of sight. She smiled wickedly at me, holding my face with both hands and kissing me deeply. I nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth, eliciting a purr from her beautiful throat.I broke the kiss to look at her - what a vision she was. Flush with passion, clutching her dress to her naked bosom as she pressed against me. I could see the blood in her lips and high on her cheeks, and I could see several bruises beginning to form on her throat. The sight of his marks on her made my blood boil and I held her tighter.I kissed her on the forehead - my perfect wife - and whispered, “good girl.”She graced me with a wide smile, kissing me one last time.“Come see me later,” Anastrasya purred, trailing her fingers down my arm as she slipped out of my reach.“I will.” I promised. I watched her carefully as she bounced down the stairs. I hated to see her leave, but she was such a pleasure to watch walk away.My attention was drawn back to the lounge as I heard Rahadin land what must have been a solid kick to his stomach, and he coughed and groaned. I pictured him cowering on the floor, whining and thrashing, and it brought me indescribable pleasure.“Get up!” Rahadin shouted, louder than before.“What the fuck?” He whined.I imagined tearing his stomach open with my bare hands and ripping his intensities out. I could almost feel the heat of them in my clenched fists, and I could hold myself back no longer.I spun around the corner of the doorway and swept into the room, and I was greeted with a wonderful sight.Victor was cowering (as expected) on the floor, his pants tangled around his ankles and his (pathetic) cock still at full mast. I could smell my wife all over him, his mouth, his fingers, his cock. It disgusted me to my core, and I resolved to buy something nice for Anastrasya - the least I could do for making her go through that.I took Victor’s place on the love seat as Rahadin grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up onto his knees and forcing him between my legs. I had my pants down in a moment and Rahadin pushed Victor’s face against me, twisting his hair painfully.“I decide who in this castle you can fuck,” I hissed, watching with pleasure as Rahadin plunged his thumb into Victor’s mouth, forcing his teeth apart and his jaw open. Victor thrashed against his hands, trying to escape Rahadin’s iron-clad grip. “If you bite, Rahadin will rip each of your teeth out, one by one.” I spoke slowly and Victor’s terrified eyes swivelled around to meet mine. I held his gaze as I leant back against the love seat.Rahadin forced Victor’s head forward and I couldn’t help but groan as my cock filled his mouth. He gagged immediately (disappointing, as expected). Rahadin’s hand moved to his neck and gripped tightly, holding Victor in place as he bucked and writhed beneath him. The pressure was simply delicious, and I couldn’t stop another moan from deep in my chest.When Rahadin did not yield, Victor’s objections lessened slightly and he stopped wriggling. I was able to spread my knees further apart to let him move. He didn’t know what do to, and Rahadin had to guide his head, but eventually he stopped gagging every time and his throat began to loosen to accept me.“Tongue out.” Rahadin said, smacking Victor on the jaw. The boy flinched at the contact, hesitating as I raised my head to look at him.“Do as he says.” I hissed. “This is an important lesson.”Victor was crying, and it made his passable features much uglier. Snot was leaking from his nose and he was struggling not to cough around me in his throat. It did, however, provide a wonderful wetness that vampire’s mouths sometimes lack.“Tongue out.” Rahadin repeated. Victor obeyed, and I felt a wonderful pressure at the base of my cock.“Relax,” Rahadin said, and I heard the delightful sound of his hand connecting with Victor’s ass. The boy flinched from the pain, jolting forward and taking me further down his throat. I thrust up to meet him, easily triggering his gag reflex. At my okay, Rahadin let him lift his head to vomit, but he didn’t release his hold on his hair.Victor was sweating and panting, his cheek pressed against my thigh seeking the coolness of my skin. Rahadin’s hand on my other leg provided a beautiful contrast, his heartbeat fluttering through his thumb as he stroked my thigh. His hand disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.“Please don’t,” Victor begged, leaving a disgusting wet patch on my leg where his face touched me. “Please, I’m sorry, she came onto me, I didn’t know-“ His irritating whining was interrupted by Rahadin plunging inside of him from behind, making him cry out in pain and pitch forward against me again.“Mouth open.” Rahadin ordered, pulling Victor’s head back to the correct position. This time, his mouth dropped open without interference, and I took my time pushing my cock into him. He squeezed his eyes shut as Rahadin fucked him, tears pouring down his sucked in cheeks.I fucked his ugly, stupid mouth slowly, languorously, taking my time with every thrust. He coughed and cried and moaned and whined, and it disgusted me almost to the point of being turned off. I was spurred on by my desire to educate him, if only for my own benefit. He would learn to take it, sooner or later. It would be better for him if it were the former, rather than the latter.After so long together, Rahadin and I worked together in perfect harmony, and tonight was no exception. He timed his thrusts to throw Victor forward onto me, and I timed mine to push him back against Rahadin.It didn’t take long for me to hear the change in Rahadin’s breathing that indicated he was close, and I reached out for his hand where it gripped Victor’s shoulder. I interlaced my fingers with his, squeezing his hand once. Permission.He came with a soft grunt, arching his head back and closing his eyes. Victor whimpered around me, his back hitching as he gagged.My own orgasm followed soon after, Rahadin thankfully pushing Victor’s head down so I could cum down his throat. He immediately vomited onto me and I kicked him away with disgust. Rahadin discarded him on the flagstone floor as he heaved and wretched. I didn’t look at him as I used prestidigitation on myself, cleaning up his revolting mess.“You need to learn to take it better.” I commented dismissively, standing up from the love seat and straightening myself out. Victor had curled up into a ball on the floor and was sobbing. Pathetic.Rahadin easily fell into step beside me as I left the lounge, the door clicking shut behind me with nothing more than a wave of my finger.“That’s all, Rahadin.” I said to him on the landing. He bowed deeply to me.“Goodnight, your Majesty.”