surroundings. He groaned as his mate’s inner muscles clenched hard around him. Slender hands dug deeply into Boyce’s flesh as the vampire felt his lover’s seed spurt in fierce, staccato bursts between their stomachs. To Boyce’s deep, primal satisfaction, Tarin was lost in an orgasm that consumed his mate like a tsunami, relentless in its intent, seemingly unending. His lover shuddered uncontrollably, erotically beneath him with hitherto unknown pleasure.
Without releasing his teeth from his mate’s throat, Boyce unleashed a howl that rose and fell as Tarin’s tight channel clamped with brutal strength around him. The hot sheath squeezed every millimetre of his length, from root to tip, driving him to his own euphoric completion. The feel of the contracting channel, the scent of his lover’s release, and the taste of the last of his mate’s blood were a powerful and irresistible aphrodisiac. Boyce’s hips snapped forward in quick, feral thrusts and then he bucked powerfully with the force of his orgasm. His essence pumped hotly, possessively, and deeply inside Tarin, marking the human indelibly as his for all time.
As if from a distance, Boyce heard Tarin’s muted wail and his lover shuddered as he stiffened and gave one final hard, deep thrust. Bursts of liquid heat heralded Boyce’s seed filling his lover. As it pulsed over Tarin’s sensitised prostate a secondary orgasm tore through his human, leaving Tarin weak and helpless in its wake and the vampire threw back his head and roared again. Boyce could hear Tarin’s heart stutter as the last of his life’s blood drained away. However, Boyce was over him, around him, inside him, possessing him utterly in every sense, and he guarded his lover as Tarin surrendered himself utterly.
Gently, Boyce eased from the haven of his beloved’s body and gazed at the pale, naked form. Tarin needed to rest while Boyce’s blood made its slow, inexorable way throughout his body. When he awoke, it would be to feed once more. Boyce was already relishing Tarin’s recovery, and he dropped a tender kiss to lax lips. He smiled at the look of bliss on his lover’s face. A tap on the door caused him to turn away from the beloved visage.
“Come,” he commanded imperiously. He raised an interrogatory eyebrow at Flynn as the blond entered carrying a white silk sheet, a fluffy white towel and face cloth draped over one arm and a lightly steaming bowl of vanilla-scented water in his hands.
“Eric has fed and is resting. He wanted me to perform this as much I wanted to myself.”
“I should have guessed.” Boyce smiled. He was pleased that it was his closest friend that would tend to his lover. He used the water to wash himself as well while he watched Flynn tenderly clean Tarin’s unresponsive body. Finally, the blond wrapped the silk sheet over the pale form, scooped him into his arms and offered him to Boyce.
“He’s strong, Boyce,” Flynn said with a smile. “You and he make a good match.”
As if aware of the words and in whose arms he now lay, Tarin made a small sound and tried to nestle closer to Boyce’s solid frame.
“He is my world,” Boyce said softly. “Ensure we will be left undisturbed for several hours and then go to your own beloved, my friend,” he added.
Grinning, Flynn watched his Master carry his new consort to the room Flynn had prepared for him.
From unspeakable sorrow had come immeasurable joy. It was the start of a new life for them all.
The End
About the Author
Born in the UK, Pelaam is now a resident of New Zealand with her partner. Pelaam is an Art Historian and an avid reader of fiction and non-fiction, but especially the “History Mystery” genre.
Becomes the Rose is Pelaam ’ s first published story.
Pelaam has just won the 2009 Literotica Author Award in the category Best Gay Male Story for “Opposites Attract”
A first-prize winning story “ A Call from the Heart ” can also be found on
Without releasing his teeth from his mate’s throat, Boyce unleashed a howl that rose and fell as Tarin’s tight channel clamped with brutal strength around him. The hot sheath squeezed every millimetre of his length, from root to tip, driving him to his own euphoric completion. The feel of the contracting channel, the scent of his lover’s release, and the taste of the last of his mate’s blood were a powerful and irresistible aphrodisiac. Boyce’s hips snapped forward in quick, feral thrusts and then he bucked powerfully with the force of his orgasm. His essence pumped hotly, possessively, and deeply inside Tarin, marking the human indelibly as his for all time.
As if from a distance, Boyce heard Tarin’s muted wail and his lover shuddered as he stiffened and gave one final hard, deep thrust. Bursts of liquid heat heralded Boyce’s seed filling his lover. As it pulsed over Tarin’s sensitised prostate a secondary orgasm tore through his human, leaving Tarin weak and helpless in its wake and the vampire threw back his head and roared again. Boyce could hear Tarin’s heart stutter as the last of his life’s blood drained away. However, Boyce was over him, around him, inside him, possessing him utterly in every sense, and he guarded his lover as Tarin surrendered himself utterly.
Gently, Boyce eased from the haven of his beloved’s body and gazed at the pale, naked form. Tarin needed to rest while Boyce’s blood made its slow, inexorable way throughout his body. When he awoke, it would be to feed once more. Boyce was already relishing Tarin’s recovery, and he dropped a tender kiss to lax lips. He smiled at the look of bliss on his lover’s face. A tap on the door caused him to turn away from the beloved visage.
“Come,” he commanded imperiously. He raised an interrogatory eyebrow at Flynn as the blond entered carrying a white silk sheet, a fluffy white towel and face cloth draped over one arm and a lightly steaming bowl of vanilla-scented water in his hands.
“Eric has fed and is resting. He wanted me to perform this as much I wanted to myself.”
“I should have guessed.” Boyce smiled. He was pleased that it was his closest friend that would tend to his lover. He used the water to wash himself as well while he watched Flynn tenderly clean Tarin’s unresponsive body. Finally, the blond wrapped the silk sheet over the pale form, scooped him into his arms and offered him to Boyce.
“He’s strong, Boyce,” Flynn said with a smile. “You and he make a good match.”
As if aware of the words and in whose arms he now lay, Tarin made a small sound and tried to nestle closer to Boyce’s solid frame.
“He is my world,” Boyce said softly. “Ensure we will be left undisturbed for several hours and then go to your own beloved, my friend,” he added.
Grinning, Flynn watched his Master carry his new consort to the room Flynn had prepared for him.
From unspeakable sorrow had come immeasurable joy. It was the start of a new life for them all.
The End
About the Author
Born in the UK, Pelaam is now a resident of New Zealand with her partner. Pelaam is an Art Historian and an avid reader of fiction and non-fiction, but especially the “History Mystery” genre.
Becomes the Rose is Pelaam ’ s first published story.
Pelaam has just won the 2009 Literotica Author Award in the category Best Gay Male Story for “Opposites Attract”
A first-prize winning story “ A Call from the Heart ” can also be found on
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