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In the time following his turning, Lorrimer Van Helsing strayed from intimacy with his infernal groom. He felt he didn't deserve to enjoy his eternal damnation. The Count, though eager to share pleasures with his bride, kept himself at bay until bidden for lovemaking.
As time wore on and beasthood began to overwhelm him, Lorrimer reasoned his bloodlust could be rerouted in a more productive manner. Of all the sins, surely concupiscence was more minor- compared to murder.
Once he gave consent to the Count, Lorrimer was surprised by Dracula's restraint, his gentleness. Their experiences together started slowly. Dracula would tantalize with skilled words and hands as Lorrimer performed his feeding ritual.
Soon, Lorrimer expressed interest in observing Dracula's own erections. Anatomy in its true, demonic form, rather than the human genitalia he disguised himself with to lovers. Dracula was elated, and quickly wearied by Lorrimer's studies. His excitement in research resulted in extensive sketches, diagrams, and notes of the demon's aching appendages.
In a moment of 'scientific' curiosity, Lorrimer asked to perform oral. Dracula was more than happy to oblige, though Lorrimer's inexperience was apparent- his gag reflex oversensitive.
Dracula offered his power of hypnosis to assist in relaxing, but as Lorrimer was uncomfortable at the prospect, the subject was dropped. However, as time passed and his body remained tense, Lorrimer mulled the offer in his mind. He'd begun to feel hollow. He needed more. He knew who he yearned for to fill him, but he needed to trust Dracula completely- mind, soul and body.
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It's a cool evening on the Kent coast when Lorrimer approaches Dracula, observing stars from a telescope on the patio. The breeze carries the sound of the sea lazily lapping at the sand and, curious, Lorrimer quietly cozies up to the demon lord's dark cape. Without breaking view of the stars, Dracula stretches a long arm over, draping the cape over Lorrimer's bony shoulders.
Attempting to break the ice, Lorrimer pipes up. "So... what are you observing tonight?"
"The Pleiades," Dracula answers, adjusting the mirror. "They're shining beautifully tonight. Take a look." Leaning forward, Lorrimer peers into the eyepiece. Seven brilliant points of light meet his sight. "Oh, they're marvelous."
"Yes. As pale and fiery as the eyes that witness them," the Count murmurs. Rolling his eyes, Lorrimer looks up from the telescope, stifling a snort. In silence, they observe the sky together for a time. "Is there something you wish to tell me, Lorrimer?" Dracula says, breaking the quiet between them. "I cannot concentrate with this strong a feeling emanating from you."
Lorrimer nods, taking a hand from Dracula. "Yes, my Count. I want to say," Lorrimer pauses, drawing in a breath. "I think... I am willing to complete our... consummation." Dracula turns, silent as he peers through Lorrimer. His unflinchable gaze betrayed by only the slightest bit of trembling Lorrimer can feel passing through his fingers, a tremble he would never have been able to feel as a human. The demon finally responds, squeezing Lorrimer's hands tightly.
"Are you sure?"
"I..." Lorrimer trails off, face hot. He can't tell if Dracula is being coy, or wants the satisfaction of hearing Lorrimer say it aloud. Inhaling, he works up the nerve to say what's been bothered him for months. "I'm ready to receive you."
Eyes flushing red with desire, the Count strokes Lorrimer's cheek. A low growl escapes his lips, rumbling throughout his chest, sending a shiver through Lorrimer. "I need to ask something of you, though," he continues. Dracula nods, completely focused on his blushing bride. Lorrimer sighs, savoring the Count's delicate touches. His grip loosens from Dracula's hand, covering himself. "In the past, I rescinded your offer of hypnosis. But I've given it a lot of thought lately and I've..." he trails off, shifting the weight on his feet. Dracula looks on, waiting for the satisfaction of hearing it from Lorrimer himself. "I've changed my mind!" Lorrimer says, looking up pleadingly.
"Lorrimer..." Dracula starts, placing his hands on Lorrimer's shoulders.
"Please Dracula, I beg of you" Lorrimer breathes, desperate. "Please help my body relax through your power."
Stepping close, Dracula sweeps a thumb inside Lorrimer's shirt collar, exposing the scars on Lorrimer's neck to the cool air, making him shudder. Leaning low into his ear, Dracula purrs. "Oh, Lorrimer. The pleasure will be all mine."
Lorrimer untenses, stifling a giggle. "We'll share it, then." Lorrimer's sudden laughter is sunshine in the middle of the night. He goes slack into Dracula's long, slender arms, lifted effortlessly as Dracula carries his reward back inside.
It's so easy for him to lift me. Do I weigh anything at all? Lorrimer ponders, drifting off. It feels so good to be surrounded by him. Leaning up, Lorrimer curls an arm around Dracula's neck, laying his other hand over the Count's breast. Dracula cranes his head down to nuzzle the top of Lorrimer's head, brushing hair gently with his nose as he strides down the hallway to their bedroom. As Dracula closes the door behind them, Lorrimer feels himself begin to tense. They've never used this room for its intended purpose. He's surprised when a cloud of dust doesn’t cover the room as Dracula lays Lorrimer on the bed.
Dracula unfastens the knot tie on his neck, cape pooling unceremoniously around Lorrimer. He leans back, savoring the sight of the man reclining beneath him. It isn't the first time he's had a foe in his bed, nor would it be the last. Noticing Lorrimer trembling, his awe quickly fades.
"My Helsing."
"Yes?" Lorrimer squeaks out.
"Are you afraid?"
Lorrimer gives a warbly laugh and covers his face. "I— I've never been—" Giving in, he sighs. "Yes, I am."
"Do not feel obligated if you are not ready."
"I know." Lorrimer peeks between his fingers, still quivering. "I'd like to at least try."
The Count looks on, worried.
"I want to," he says, summoning the strength to bring his hands down and meet Dracula's eyes. Dracula slowly lowers himself to join Lorrimer on the bed, brushing a stray hair out of the trembling man's face. This stoic, strong man is in pure fright over an act so simple, so natural, Dracula observes with pity.
"Let your fear melt away, my bride. We will take the night at your pace." Lorrimer nods, relieved. "Thank you, Dracula..."
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
Dracula sits back, releasing the man underneath him. Lorrimer scrambles backwards, brushing aside whatever little dust is on the bed. He pauses, reaching for the bedside table and fishing inside. “Oh good," Lorrimer sighs, fingers closing around a small tube of lubricating gel. Curious, Dracula looks on, beginning to remove his own clothes.
"Nervous, yet you prepared for this occasion?" he huffs.
“It was awhile ago," Lorrimer admits, fiddling with the cap. “But only tonight did I finally gain the courage to ask you.”
“Cute. However, entirely unnecessary."
Lorrimer looks up from his tube, puzzled.
“Unnecessary?”
Dracula hums, stripping to his waist and unfastening his long trousers. "You're free to use what makes you comfortable. However, I can provide everything your body needs— with this."
Lorrimer sits in shock as the demon’s tongue slowly seeps out from his lips- and keeps going. More and more of the appendage oozes out, seemingly without end. The slick tongue stops, reaching Lorrimer from across the bed. The tip fans into several fern-like lobes, grooves lining the muscle all the way back to Dracula’s smile.
“Ah!” Lorrimer scrambles close, curiosity alight in his eyes. Dracula is caught off guard as Lorrimer seizes his tongue and begins to inspect every part he can. “Oh, Dracula! I've never seen you do this before! How does it work? Let me grab a journal and—"
“You’ll thsee thsoon enougfth—” Dracula grunts in annoyance. Gently pushing Lorrimer onto his back, the tongue slithers back in until only the feathered tip is exposed. Lorrimer holds on, not wanting to lose this marvel of science.
"Now let go, pleathse."
Disappointed, Lorrimer lets go of the tongue. "Saliva is nowhere near a proper lubricant for humans, Dracula."
"You're not a human, and neither am I", Dracula says, smacking his lips. "I have endowments, and if you're willing—" he caresses Lorrimer's face, claws trailing down to ghost the scars on Lorrimer's neck. "I can share them with you."
"I'd like that," Lorrimer says, swallowing. Shakily, his arms rise up to wrap behind Dracula's head. His hands brush against quills he didn't realize had emerged from the demon's back, rattling restlessly with desire. He then notices Dracula has stripped himself bare, and is looking intensely at the buttons on Lorrimer's shirt, as if steeling himself to not rip them off in one easy swipe. Lorrimer scrambles to undo the buttons keeping the two bodies apart- he really doesn't want to have to re-sew this lovely shirt. Dracula nods, pawing to help his bride out of his sweater. As Lorrimer shifts focus to fumble with his belt, Dracula directs his focus to Lorrimer's shoes, somehow able to gingerly undo the tight laces with his long claws.
"Thank you, Dracula," Lorrimer huffs, wiggling free of pants and underpants.
Peeling Lorrimer's socks and sock garters off, Dracula muses. It's a shame he never gets to see Lorrimer's lean, furred legs more often. He hums, crouching down to properly show his admiration. Lorrimer sighs and begins to relax as his bare leg is met with cold, gentle hands. The hands pet slowly, admiring the toned muscle.
Taking a calf between his palms, Dracula massages and leans in, nuzzling the skin with his face. Encouraged by a soft hum from Lorrimer, he trails his lips upward, slightest bit of sharp teeth grazing his lover's skin. All attention is to be on his bride. Lorrimer bites his knuckles, attempting to stifle the sounds trying to sneak out of him. Slowly, agonizingly, Dracula's hands and lips move up. Lorrimer holds in a giggle as claws tickle the soft line of fuzz connecting his groin to belly button. Stopping to enjoy his progress, a chuckle emits from Dracula as he spreads Lorrimer's shirt open and drinks in his prize, taking in the sight of his bride's flushed, trembling body.
"My beautiful Helsing," Dracula rumbles, petting Lorrimer's chest.
Lorrimer's face grows hot, turning away. He knows Dracula can see his arousal, but he can't bring himself to give into his... habitual shame. He knows he has to give the demon something he's always had a hard time giving others, and this creature has nothing but love in its burning eyes. But Lorrimer needs to show that he too, is worthy of such love.
"My Count—" Lorrimer breathes.
"Yes, my bride?"
"I trust you," he says, wiggling out of his shirt and tossing it onto the bedroom floor.
Dracula's lip quivers, running his long fingers through Lorrimer's hair. Lorrimer's eyes close as they fall together on the bed, mouth eclipsed by Dracula's fangs clicking together with contact.
Dracula lifts Lorrimer's hips and pushes him into his lap, the two moaning at the pleasurable weight. Their limbs and mouths begin to intertwine, snaking to feel every bit of each other. Lorrimer's tongue laps at Dracula's, which eagerly overtakes his. Swirling and coating the man's mouth, Dracula's saliva is viscous, tingling like sparkling wine, thickly blanketing his teeth. What a unique taste, Lorrimer observes through his haze. Dracula drinks in the soft moans his lover makes. The time feels right to make his move. A hand slides down Lorrimer's back, finger tracing to pet the man's soft cleft. Breaking their kiss, Dracula lifts the thin man's body up.
"Look at you, laid bare for me. You're gorgeous, you know," Dracula admires, settling Lorrimer back down onto his thighs, rasping as their erections pulse against each other.
"Ah— Dra—" Lorrimer stutters, eyes fluttering upwards. Thoughts become hard to form.
The demon lord's prehensile cock coils hot around Lorrimer's own, the two humming with pleasure at the contact. "I've missed you too," Lorrimer breathes, reaching down to pet it. Needily, the cock twitches into Lorrimer's hand. Not wanting to feel left out, long, webbed tentacles unfurl from around the demon's sac and crane forward to join the reunion.
Lorrimer continues to stroke the warm flesh, hearing Dracula groan and shudder around him, overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by his bride's soft touch, as well as the absence of anything remotely resembling disgust. If it was possible to love Lorrimer more than he already did-
His flesh pulses again. "Lorrimer, please," Dracula pleads, desiring nothing more than to unite his body with his bride's, right now. To make it the most immaculate union either of them could ever fathom.
"Lorrimer— will you allow me the pleasure of— of filling you with my love?" the demon pants, desperate. Lorrimer gazes into Dracula's eyes, his own trusting.
"Yes. Please guide me, Sire."
Dracula groans, unable to contain himself. Red clouds over Dracula's vision in an instant. Lorrimer is on his back before he can even blink. The small man swallows, helpless as Dracula ruts against him, desperate to find entry, the demon's leaking tip a whisper away from Lorrimer. Although his body is hot with desire, Lorrimer can feel his nerves seep in. As Dracula settles his grasp on Lorrimer's hip bones, his erection begins to wilt, color leaving his face.
"Dracula—!"
Chest rumbling, Dracula slows down, hearing the small plea squeak from below. He shakes his head, sitting up and sheathing his beastly desire for now.
"Forgive me, Lorrimer. Are you alright?"
"I don't know what the matter is. I want you, but—" Lorrimer says, shutting his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," says Dracula, relaxing as his frenzy fades. The demon takes Lorrimer's face in his hands, keeping him from turning away in shame. "I will prepare your body and mind for what is to come, if you desire it." Grazing over Lorrimer's lips with a large thumb, he smiles tiredly.
Gazing into his eyes, Lorrimer sighs under the demon's liberating touch. "What must I do?"
"The same you have done thus far. Please leave the rest to me." Slowly, deliberately, he covers Lorrimer's face with his large palm. "You understand and are willing to be subject to my hypnosis?"
Lorrimer nods, beginning to tremble again. "I— I do. I'm ready for you, Dracula. Please," Lorrimer exhales, focusing.
"Shall we begin then?" Dracula says, licking his lips, pleasantly surprised by his lover's enthusiasm.
"Please."
"Good. Then make yourself comfortable. I want you to relax. Relax, and close your eyes. Good. I want you to relax, and focus. Focus on the sound of my voice, and let it soothe you. I want you to let your mind rest, Lorrimer."
Dracula takes Lorrimer's face into his hands, leaning in close. "Oh, you work so hard. Every day, you're stressed about something new. Tests. Cures. Substitutes. Even now, in the midst of a new experience, you're anxious. Wouldn't you like to relax?"
I would...
"Even now, you're stressed about an act so simple, so baseless. It should be natural. Why do you worry?"
Why do I...?
"My voice echoes deep within you. It is a darkness that consumes. Let it consume you, Lorrimer. Let it swallow you, smothering your thoughts, your fears. Let them be consumed. Allow yourself to drift into the darkness, under my guidance."
Dracula continues. "Yes... that's it. Let your mind drift. Let your mind float through the void. It feels so natural and so good to do so. Good boy. You're doing well. Let your mind wander, focus on the smells, the sound, the taste around you."
Good...
Lorrimer's limbs lighten, his mind wanders, and he feels himself drift away, senses unhoned bringing new information to process.
The crickets in the night.
The wonderful smell of the damp air.
The stale scent of the unused bed linens.
It feels right.
"That's it," Dracula growls. "Let your worry disappear. It is gone, I have consumed it. Excellent."
Lorrimer isn't sure why, but something about being praised for following Dracula's instruction feels really, really...
Nice.
Yes, I want to do it more. I want to follow Dracula's instruction. Oh, it feels lovely. I could feel this good forever.
"You're a good boy, Lorrimer. You listen to me so well," Dracula says, petting the soft fluff on Lorrimer's head. "You've relaxed so well. I want you to feel how relaxed you are, too."
I'm a... good boy?
Yes, I am a good boy.
"Listen. Listen to my words, and obey me, Lorrimer. I'm going to snap my fingers. Though you are relaxed, I will wake you."
I'm listening, Sire. I'm ready to obey only you.
"When I snap my fingers, you will open your eyes. You will be completely and utterly, relaxed. Do you understand?"
I understand.
"Good. Good boy. Now awaken, Lorrimer."
Blinking, Lorrimer rises, groggy. "Did it work?" he asks, voice wavering. His limbs feel light and loose, as though he might fall if he tried to stand up. Dracula's eyes shine approvingly. "I should hope so. How do you feel?"
Lorrimer exhales, surprised at how quickly it took hold of his mind. "It's... quite lovely. I think I could get used to something like that."
"If you wish, we shall employ it. May I?" Dracula says, turning the man's body over. "You seem to be relaxed now. Good.'' The deep voice purrs encouragement into Lorrimer's ear, returning the warmth to his face and body. He wants to do anything his love tells him, to hear those words again. Is this what Dracula's hypnosis is like? No wonder it's worked on so many people, Lorrimer thinks.
"Now, on your knees," Dracula continues, adjusting his bride. "Head low. Good. Raise your hips for me." Lorrimer offers himself whole. Dracula's hands descend upon him. "Mmm. So lovely." Cool air greets Lorrimer's intimate opening, making him sigh as he tries to keep it together. Dracula gives Lorrimer a gentle smile before moving forward. "Good boy. Now remember to relax". His back arches in anticipation. Holding his breath, claws tease down the length of his cock, pointed tips coming back up to coax Lorrimer's lightly furred sac. They stroke upwards, sliding up to his entrance.
Lorrimer whimpers, feeling a soft mouth pressing against his tender flesh. It lingers before being joined by something more intense- the warm, slippery tongue lazily lapping at his entrance. Lorrimer gasps, attempting to keep his knees from buckling out from under him. Dracula delivers kisses to Lorrimer's inviting cleft, tongue fanning out and sliding across his entrance, pressing in. Lorrimer inhales sharply when a fleshy lobe wriggles its way inside him, just a little. However, his muscles flutter around the slick flesh before pushing it back outside. Lorrimer begins to stammer an apology, but Dracula shakes his head and strokes Lorrimer's back. "Be at ease, Helsing. You're doing well. What you need is more of this..." Dread fills Lorrimer as he sees well over a foot of tongue descend from the corner of his eye. He braces to be rapidly invaded—
Dracula's distorted laugh surprises him. "You mithunderthtand!! Here—" Dracula says, scraping a thick, viscous fluid from the deep grooves in his tongue. He presents it to Lorrimer, who exhales in relief. The prospect is exciting, sending a pang of warmth down his belly. If the demon lord's saliva feels anything like how it tasted on his lips moments ago...
Dracula's tongue pushes in and grinds down against the skin's walls, as his thumbs spread Lorrimer open. Lorrimer's chest heaves. "Oh, yes... very enjoyable," he purrs. He shivers, absorbing the warm, tingling fluid. It's so thick and numbing that his tight muscles are releasing on contact, allowing more nectar to seep inside his body. It's better than he imagined— and more effective than a human's lubricant.
Lorrimer reflexively pushes back onto the oozing tongue, loosening up. Dracula hums, pleased. Deciding Lorrimer deserves a reward, the feathered tip of his tongue draws out of Lorrimer, and slinks down to lavish his bride's sac. Lorrimer lets out a shaky moan, feeling the warmth and wetness. The petal-like lobes wrap around Lorrimer's shaft, and begin to stroke gently. Dracula can feel the succulent flesh pulse and spasm within his skilled tongue, but he doesn't linger long, as much as he would love to. Lorrimer's whole body is flushed and begging to be stretched open again. With a soft slurp, the tongue slides away from Lorrimer's flesh, slithers up and presses into his opening once more.
It's much easier this time. One, three, then several fleshy petals wriggle past the muscled ring to flex inside Lorrimer. Tremors melt away under the swirls and rhythmic rubs from the demon's tongue. Looking down to see how Lorrimer is handling the massage gives Dracula a satisfying sight- his bride clutches at Dracula's silky cape beneath him, cheeks and ears glowing pink. Sweat bedews his furrowed brow, breath escaping in shaky sighs. His eyes, though heavily lidded with pleasure, are still fixed on his lover. They're full of trust, anticipation, and quiet pleading. Dracula's erection aches for Lorrimer, It's getting difficult to ignore. But his bride's comfort is paramount for this penetration to be truly enjoyable...
Dracula rubs small circles into Lorrimer's flank as he gives an inquiring look to his bride. Lorrimer understands, and nods. The demon slowly retracts his tongue with a low purr, stopping to delight in his lover's unique taste when it rests behind his teeth. He reaches to adjust Lorrimer and turns him until they face each other, scooting a pillow under Lorrimer's back to elevate his legs. Comfortable, Lorrimer's arms graze back behind his head. Dracula looms over, taking in every detail of his Lorrimer's body.
Though aged, it's in prime condition. His slight frame is wrapped in lean muscle, containing a kind heart, and even more determined mind. The sinews of his arms ripple under thick silvery hair with every motion he makes. Though large and calloused, his hands are cool, soft, delicate. Dracula has always enjoyed how skilled they are, and how they feel on his skin. His eyes wander further down. He smiles appraisingly at Lorrimer's stiff and slender erection, lying above an enticing pepper-furred sac. Just as elegant as the rest of his bride's body. His own blood engorged appendages shiver.
He settles his reddened eyes on where their bodies will join together. Dracula's brow furrows as he leans down to inspect— Is it prepared enough? Lorrimer moans softly as his cleft is carefully spread open. The demon's frown melts into a satisfied smile. The small man's entrance opens easily and is glistening wet within.
Oh yes, he is ready.
Their eyes meet. Dracula purrs, long fingers curling around Lorrimer's hip bones. Lorrimer gives a nod, controlling his breathing as best as he can while his lover crawls forward, placing himself between Lorrimer's thighs. A whine slips out as he feels the knobby tip nestle at his opening. It's warm and slick, beading with precome. It feels like a kiss. His own skin yields to the touch, offering no resistance to his former enemy's otherworldly member.
"We are to be one flesh, my bride," Dracula's voice trembles.
"I'm ready, sire."
A wave of red entirely shrouds Dracula's vision. His lips tremble around his sharp teeth and, with a shuddering growl, Dracula buries the tip inside. Lorrimer's eyes open wide.
"Ah—"
For a moment, they freeze in place, bodies finally joined. Lorrimer basks in this new experience, as the demon holds his breath, letting Lorrimer's body adjust to its first coupling. It's taking Dracula everything in his great power to restrain himself after Lorrimer's tender endearment. "Eyes on me, Helsing..." Dracula rasps, licking his teeth with anticipation.
Lorrimer nods, entirely absorbed in the Count's clouded gaze. "Yes, sire."
A guttural growl escapes Dracula, his hips jolt forward. Lorrimer gasps, surprised by the feeling. Dracula manages to still himself, a quarter of his length already buried inside. Scanning Lorrimer's face for any pain, he's soon relieved by the bliss on his bride's face. Lorrimer hums approvingly- what an indescribably satisfying feeling this is, to be filled up like a vessel. Feeling the demon's erection shudder within himself, his hands reach up, hiding his face. "Mmm. More, please," Lorrimer says, voice breaking.
A feral grin flushes across Dracula's face. His chest heaves as he slowly withdraws then reenters, heavy cock pulsing inside Lorrimer, whose eyes are fixed on Dracula's, watching adoringly. Dracula purrs through his teeth, slowly rolling forward and settling into an easy rhythm. His naturally slick cock edges deeper inside Lorrimer with every move. And in doing so, the webby tentacles emanating from him strain forward to latch onto Lorrimer's rear. Just out of reach, but getting enticingly close.
Lorrimer shakily raises his heels and wraps his legs around Dracula's waist, making him inhale. "Helsing—" Lorrimer's ankles cross behind Dracula's back. "Please, impale me," he whispers, forcing Dracula's throbbing flesh into himself, taking him all the way down to the hilt.
A deep, long moan falls from Dracula's lips. Finally... one with my bride. He pauses to take in the euphoria of consummation. To be fully embraced by Lorrimer in this way is a feeling nearly divine. He never wants it to end. His tentacles grip Lorrimer’s behind, pressing in firmly, sealing their bodies together. The small, free ends squirm and stroke Lorrimer’s skin, making him sigh.
His trembling fingers reach down to seek out Dracula's hands grasping his hips, and rest on top. "Again—" he says, giving an encouraging squeeze. Dracula slowly draws out, to the very tip, then falls back inside Lorrimer with a wet slap. "Yesss," Lorrimer sobs, squeezing the Count's wrists.
Dracula builds a steady rhythm, with Lorrimer pushing in time against him. With every joining, Dracula's heavy balls slap against Lorrimer with a gentle pap, the sounds of their commitment. Though indecent, or because they are indecent, the sound builds heat inside Lorrimer, making him want to hear more. Normally his hyper-awareness would impede on his ability to enjoy any bit of this- but Dracula's hypnosis has made Lorrimer's mind pleasantly empty.
"Good. Good boy," Dracula purrs, brushing the sweat away from Lorrimer's forehead. The slaps, praises and moans emanating from the two clear any thoughts his mind might have held. It's not long before the pair moves as though they were a single being- panting, dripping, eyes locked in a gaze. The air fills with increasingly inhuman songs of mounting ecstacy.
Lost to blissful copulation, Lorrimer guides Dracula's large hands up his body and clasps them around his throat. Eyes fluttering, Lorrimer takes himself in hand and begins stroking. "I’m... yours..." he croaks out. Many emotions sweep through Dracula at once. A vivid flash of a lifetime long past clouds his mind.
It's a different, younger Helsing writhing in his hands. Dull human teeth flash in a grimace, their eyes blaze blue with animosity. Dracula wanted nothing more than to wring the very life out of this man's throat. Oh, how he struggled- so fierce! So fruitless. There was no matching Dracula's hellish strength. In just another moment the man gasped, falling limp in his claws. Though it was suspicious how quickly his foe succumbed... he relished the fire his foe had, how it made the chase more fun. How long had Helsing pursued him through the countryside? Until they clashed? Dracula couldn't help but admire this fool... and desire him. He had to make someone this tenacious, this ravenous, his own. A craven smile split his face, laying his teeth bare. Hunger clouded his thoughts and all he could do was draw closer, just for a little taste of that beautiful man's blood, pulsing hot beneath him...
A drop of crimson splashes on Lorrimer's cheek, and Dracula is brought back to the present, trembling as more of his own red tears fall. This Helsing is so willingly placing his enemy's claws around his own neck- offering his body after having given his own life already. Dracula's erection throbs hot inside Lorrimer, who in turn gasps breathlessly. It's all too much.
"My Helsing..." Dracula wipes his face, resuming to tighten his grip around the sweet man's throat. His tongue oozes from his panting jaws and slides down, joining Lorrimer's feverishly stroking hands. His cock is swiftly enveloped in talented tongue, and Lorrimer's hands retreat, lounging on his head. Ever talented, the tongue suckles and pumps Lorrimer's cock, making every movement a cry, passion reaching its peak. Two opposing halves unite as a complete whole, making love to one another.
There's a deep rumble, a sound like a gale tearing through winter, and a pair of webbed wings unravel from Dracula's rattling spines. The leathery hide flaps, the membrane pulsing a red only seen in the demon's eyes itself. Lorrimer gazes upon them, utterly transfixed. They beat at the air in time to Dracula's thrusting, making the best of the confined space. Lorrimer vaguely feels his back rise from the powerful strokes, and is then brought down. The demon's tip slams against Lorrimer's prostate as the Count plunges inside his body one final time with a primal bellow.
Dracula groans long and deep, body doubling over as his claws dig in, rutting a few more times in rapid succession before a large surge erupts deep inside Lorrimer. The demon's spend feels alarmingly hot, like a shower of sparks that cool in an instant. It is an incredible amount that surges into Lorrimer's body while Dracula is wracked by pleasure. The tentacles pull Lorrimer's rear as close as they can, ensuring every last drop remains inside the welcoming host.
Thrusting quickly a few more times again, another large wave hits Lorrimer, overwhelming his prostate and sending him over the edge. His body jerks forward, spilling seed onto Dracula's tongue with a whine. Dracula takes in this rare sight of watching Lorrimer come. His hands leave Lorrimer’s throat, and gently squeeze the man's tightened sac, emptying the contents inside. A final string of droplets is delivered into his tongue with a shudder from his spent bride.
Dracula purrs with pleasure, wrapping Lorrimer in his dark wings. Still united, he carefully leans back until his bride's limp body is comfortably seated in his lap, clinging weakly to his beloved. They bask in the afterglow together, as the demon’s hands and tongue seek out every drop of Lorrimer's come, a prized sacrificial offering. With a slow, final whorl, Dracula’s feathered tongue leaves the man’s softening length. Once the muscle slithers back inside the Count’s jaws, he closes his eyes, moaning as he savors his lover's special taste. "Ohh, immaculate," he breathes.
"Flesh of my flesh..." Lorrimer huffs, wiping away the stray tears Dracula left on his face. "Blood... of my blood," Dracula responds, licking his bride’s scars.
As Dracula softens, his length slides out of Lorrimer's body, making them both sigh at the feeling. Though their bodies are unjoined, the pair are now bound together by this penultimate consummation- Mind, soul, and body.
The Count and his bride touch their foreheads together as they embrace, eyes shuddering closed. Silently, they sink down into the bed cocooned in Dracula's leathery wings. Together they sleep, utterly, blissfully spent.
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The first time they would fall asleep outside of their coffin would be on this bed, but it certainly wasn't the last. Such an experience lit up a flame in Lorrimer and Dracula's relationship. It brought them closer together than they ever imagined- and, with each subsequent union, Lorrimer would notice his body changing...