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~Chapter One~
The Last of His Kind
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A gentle breeze swept through the ancient stone threshold and into the courtyard of a large and foreboding castle. Moonlight illuminated the neatly trimmed and imported hedges. The many flowers spread throughout, yet all huddled in their own groups, waved and weaved in a chaotic unison as the wind brushed passed their various petals. It was a gorgeous scene to behold, in fact. True beauty had been hidden behind these castle walls.
All of these immaculate pieces of nature, brought from around the world, still paled in comparison to what was in front of Ser Bareth Morley. Right in the center of the courtyard, nestled in a patch of red roses, lay two vampires. Their bodies were wrapped around one another and writhing in pleasure. Scratches and cuts could be seen along their flesh as they rolled and pressed up against the flowers.
Smeared blood and pale skin touched the tip of the male vampire’s tongue as he sucked and lapped up his partners wounds. They were lost in one another entirely until the male caught the gaze of Ser Bareth there in the threshold. His dark eyes were locked onto the knight and he smiled devilishly.
“Come for a show, Ser Bareth? Or perhaps you’d like to join in?” He smiled showing his fangs and pushed his lover back so that she was looking at Bareth upside down while still straddling the male. Her breasts were pointed upward at the night sky, swollen and pale with a bit of smeared blood contrasted against her white skin. She too smiled with such evil that Bareth grimaced.
Their ecstasy, however, had blinded and dulled their senses. For as deeply lost as they were in one another they had failed to notice the crossbow in the knight’s armored hands. He squeezed the trigger and a single bolt soared through the night air with such swiftness and precision that it impaled the female through the mouth and down into her torso. The holy water soaked bolt exploded through her body and out the other side with such force that it penetrated the male straight in the chest.
The male howled in agony as Ser Bareth walked toward them calmly. He stopped a few feet away and pulled a sword from his back. The blade was covered in markings and symbols and began to faintly glow a golden light. Bareth pointed the tip of the blade at the male vampire, who was quickly deteriorating from the wound.
“The last of your kind, Azar. How does it feel knowing that I’ve hunted and executed every last one of you?” He raised the glowing blade, pausing to let Azar say his last words.
The most ancient and elder vampire smiled, blood spilling from his mouth. He grabbed the breast of his beloved and flicked her nipple lovingly before looking up at Bareth and his sword.
“I feel you might find yourself at a disappointing end, Bareth…” he coughed and laughed showing his blood stained fangs.
Bareth grimaced and brought down his sword as hard as he could manage. Azar’s head fell to the ground and rolled away but a few feet. As Bareth sheathed his sword he couldn’t help but ponder the words of the vampire and feel a deep void in his chest. He had expected glory and valiance and here there was only darkness. Perhaps that’s what Azar had meant. After all he had spent his entire life devoted to slaying vampires and now that the last one had been slain….he didn’t know what would come next.
Fate would show it’s hand in the form of a crying baby. It’s shrill sounds rang from somewhere within the walls of the great and ancient castle.
“Vampires can’t reproduce…”
Ser Bareth wasted no time in running headfirst into the halls of the castle until he came upon a bundle of cloth within a great and black veiled crib. He pulled the veil aside and reached for the child.
“Don’t worry, lad. I’ll get you to safety.”
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Bareth had taken the child to an orphanage in Hollowhall where he was looked after for eighteen long years. He came to be named Adar, after the name was discovered sewn into the luxurious black cloth that he was wrapped with.
There Adar was taught by the nuns and raised with a strict upbringing. He studied hard and worked harder, tending to the church and even farming on occasion. On his sixteenth birthday he was gifted an apprenticeship with Hallowhall’s finest blacksmith where he trained for two years. Now, on his eighteenth birthday, he would be gifted something much more….
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“Your not what I expected…”
Adar spun on his heels. He was a broad lad and already muscled and tall. He would be ready if anyone were to try and rob the church at this hour.
“Who’s there?” He said loudly, pushing his long black hair out his eyes. The darkness of the room was almost overbearing. He could barely see the pews in front of him.
“I thought you to be a man today, but all I see is a scared and weak child…” the voice echoed over the barren and dark room.
Adar again turned. This time he was faced with a tall woman dressed in black. No, she wasn’t wearing anything at all. The shadows were covering her as if they were more than just shadow. She ran her black eyes along the full length of Adar and bit her lip. Blood ran along her chin and dripped down her chest along her pale breast. The shadows seemed to move consciously to reveal her full bust to Adar.
“Take me.” Her eyes flashed and her voice boomed. Adar fell onto his rear and scrambled backward. Her figure seemed to grow larger and her voice louder.
“Take me, Adar…son of Azar. Take me and fulfill your duties!” Her eyes became a vibrant blood red and she floated toward Adar. The room flashed as if lightening had struck inside the church. The shadows were completely gone from her body and Adar was filled with fear and lust all in one great powerful emotion.
Her toes touched the floor in front of him and she embraced him. Her large breasts pressed softly against the thin brown farmer’s shirt Adar had on. He could feel her nipples as her hands wrapped around his back and pulled him close to her. His mouth fell open and he couldn’t seem to find a breath.
“I am your mother.” She whispered into his ear. “I am your father.” She whispered into his other ear seductively. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes as of into his very soul. “I am all that has been…and now I am you, Adar.”
She leaned in and bit into his neck. Blood streamed down onto his shirt. Ecstasy filled his body and the fear had been pushed aside. He was now floating somewhere other than the church. His body lost in the maelstrom of pleasure.
He felt a pressure in his chest and his then his blood began to get hot. Before it could turn into pain, it subsided and he blinked. The woman was on top of him there in the church floor. His pants had been torn from his body and his cock was deep inside of her.
She steadily pulled herself up and let herself drop onto his hard cock. Her breasts bounced with every movement and Adar convulsed every time she slammed herself down onto him. He could feel the immense pleasure like a rolling wave of building storm clouds crammed into his cock and balls and it radiated through his entire being. He let out a constant groan involuntarily as the feeling rose within him tenfold again and again.
He lashed out and grabbed her breast with his right hand. His eyes were now glazed over and purely white. The pleasure had pushed his conscious away now and he had succumb to emotion. He squeezed her and thrust upward into her wet and warm hole. Grunting with each stroke. The woman laughed and moaned in pleasure.
“Oh, yes Adar. Throw your humanity aside. Lose yourself and become who you were meant to be. You are son of Azar. The last of the Vampire. Take every last ounce of the essence of your ancestor’s and awaken your soul!” She screamed in ecstasy.
Adar threw her over and they rolled until he was on top of her now. His cock still planted deep within her and his eyes ablaze with white light as he grit his teeth. He began convulsing with each thrust as he shot rope after rope of thick hot cum into the woman. His canine teeth began to enlarge and stretch as he twitched, overcome with the sensations.
Adar threw his head back and screamed. His black hair flipping onto his back and his fangs fully extended. A trail of white light streaked from his eyes. Lightening seem to strike again and the shadows were now on his body, billowing like a dark cloak over his back and torso. He looked down at the woman, but she was gone now. His cock hung in the air, throbbing and leaking cum.
The white light flashed again and Adar rose up from his bed. He was covered in sweat and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. He was back in his room at the church and the sun was coming up. He leaned over and put his feet on the floor with his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his hair.
‘Was my birthday yesterday?’ He thought as he stood up and made his was for the door. He stopped with his hand against the wood and looked down. His pants were soaked with cum and memories of the shadow woman flooded back to him.
‘Wa..was that all a dream?’ He shook his head and felt his emotions spike deep within him, feeling a remnant of the dream’s passion. His cock got hard and he smiled. ‘Better clean up before my chores for the day.’
After Adar had cleaned himself and prepared for the day, Sister Torrys called from the other side of the door.
“Better hurry, young man. You have a visitor. Don’t keep him waiting. It’s long passed your time to be choring anyway.” She banged on the door three hard times and he heard her footsteps carry her away.
‘A visitor?’ He thought. He’s never had a visitor in eighteen years…
Adar made his way to the church’s courtyard and there in the gate’s threshold, atop a large horse, was Ser Bareth. He was wearing his full armor, all but his helm.
“Get your things, lad. You’re to be my apprentice now.” -->
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