by V L Moon
“Strip.” The command emerged low and with a rumbling growl. Defiantly, Laz growled back before tugging his jeans down over lean hips. Malachi’s temper flared. He seriously hated being disobeyed. Naked, Laziel stepped between the suspended ropes and arched a brow in question. Circling him, Malachi slapped him hard on the ass before quickly tying his ankles at slightly more than shoulder width apart. His wrists were bound, elbows bent, fists level with the angel's shoulders. The celestial had some room to move, but not much. Malachi stepped close and let his fangs descend. Inside, he felt the blood lust churn and curl in his gut. That would wait.
“You think the horse barn will afford you any protection, angel? I can loose the stallions into the meadow with a thought, leaving just you and me and the rats in the hay.”
Laziel’s eyes darkened but he didn’t speak. Words, sounds, release, none were allowed unless Malachi permitted it.
Reaching into the pocket of his leathers, Malachi freed a black leather blindfold. Laz's eyes widened, and then closed. Malachi leaned in close to tie the strings causing their bare chests to brush. A tremor worked its way through the angel. Anticipation galloped through both of them, but lust rode them hardest. The bit came next. He raised it, coiled it through his fingers. He fused their mouths in a savage kiss, before fitting the supple leather between Laziel's teeth. Carefully looping the attached reins over the angel's shoulders, he dropped the tanned leather so it brushed erotically over the angel's exposed ass. His gaze fell to the massive erection already jutting proudly from Laziel's groin. Palming the swollen heavy sac beneath it, he rolled the warmth of Laziel’s heavy balls in his fingers and then tugged down hard.
“It's time for the real ride, angel mine. Let's hope we don't excite the stallions too much.”
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Blood smeared across the fullness of Laziel’s moist lips. The kiss had been hard, a brutal assault to devour his hungry, hot mouths. Laziel loved it, relished the taste of Lachi’s rich blood. Releasing a low groan at the slight hint of the vampire’s infamous possessive nature, Laziel bit down hard upon the soft leather strap between his teeth as the soft brush of the reins tantalized the trembling mounds of his tightly clenched ass. Blindfolded, Laziel waited, head bowed, hair falling around his face in a curtain of black silken strands. The combination of leather and hair hid the molten desire burning in his eyes for the male about to take what he saw as his. And, in doing so, Lachi would gift Laziel’s mind with a world full to the brim of blissful enlightenment.
Laziel knew that the depths of Lachi’s depravity and how best to placate him. So when the vampire secured the subtle leather bit between Laziel’s lips, he visibly shook from the wantonness of his desire. Being blindfolded mattered none to Laziel. His mind was already being tortured by the images of Lachi encased in tight fitting leather. The thoughts caused Laziel’s cock to ache uncontrollably for even the slightest of touches from the magnificently handsome male.
The ongoing struggle to maintain any level of composure around Lachi was an aspiration Laziel never hoped to maintain. He was helpless to the want and desire that fuelled his heart. Without limits or restriction, all he ever wanted was the male he’d created, his vampire, Malachi Azarian Denali. For this moment in time, all he could offer the vampire was the receptive body and the submissive shard of a heart Lachi already owned.
Laziel’s flesh trembled at the bite of the rope caressing the flesh of his wrists and ankles. He knew the restraints on his arms dangled from the overhead beams and that more was to come. The burning friction tightened as Lachi took up the slack. Laziel whimpered from the strain of being stretched out so far. His masculine form rippled, muscles flexed as the sensual feel of leather trailed over the mounds of his ass. The sensation was…exquisite. Excitement and sensory deprivation made the bitter edge of what was to come hitch the breath in his throat.
The air in the hay loft grew thick with the scent of lascivious sex, lewd in its nature and loving in its intent. Laziel shivered. The pierced nipples on his broad chest budded into hardened nubs of provocative flesh. Laziel flinched and then gasped at the cool touch of a silky smooth palm when it slipped between spread and trembling thighs to tease and cup his balls. Lachi squeezed, and then pulled, sending a jolt of much anticipated pain through the heavy sac.
The blossoming sting of Lachi’s palm against the satin sac of sensitive flesh drove Laziel's hips into a tight roll and jerk as he struggled against the restricting ropes holding him in place. His struggles against the chaffing restraints earned him a delicious volley of hard sharp cracks from the long handled riding crop poised so efficiently in his vampire’s bold hand.
Laziel's wings shuddered free, and his breath came fast in small, pleading pants. Lachi stroked the crop lovingly over the angry red welts that marred his angelic flesh. The action sent a shiver of unadulterated pleasure riding to the root of Laziel’s cock. It twitched painfully, jutting out proudly from his hips and leaked a steady stream of sweet glistening precum from the openly weeping slit.
A rolling surge of heat seeped from Laziel and infused the hayloft with an addictive scent of sensual warmth. It teased the growling vampire and fueled his lurid intent. The feral snarl sounded so gutturally low and taunting Laziel sought pain from the ropes binding his wrists in the hope the burn would ease some of the pressure threatening to crack his usual resolve.
Not that Laziel refused to plead…fuck no. The effect of such a submissive act upon Lachi would, at times, see Laziel begging for hours to be struck, whipped, flogged and fucked. It was worth it to see the fire in the vampire’s eyes raging uncontrollably, to watch his need to fuck Laziel senseless crash over him and finally bring the sadistic King a well...deserved release.
“Laziel.” The gravel rough tone of Lachi’s voice held more than a hint of warning. Laziel curtailed his own thoughts from being so openly projected. Controlling each breath, Laziel squirmed and shuddered against the quirt’s fearsome strokes, as Lachi alternated between the heavy handed crack of leather and the feather light touches against that soft spot of sensitive flesh behind his swollen balls. Each crack, tap or whack acted as an aphrodisiac to Laziel’s heightened sexual awareness. It amplified his need, making his flesh slick with sweat. Laziel couldn’t breathe from the sweet heady mix of pain and lust building up inside of him. All he could do was ride out the wanton desire for the vampire and willingly submit to his dominant commands.
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Malachi’s soulless black eyes followed the trail of the riding crop along the angry welts on the angel’s ass and moved to watch as Laziel tested his bindings. Disappointment warred with satisfaction. Laziel bore his marks, yet no blood leaked from the wounds. Stepping back, Malachi squeezed Laziel’s balls once more between his fingers before letting them fall to hang heavy between widely splayed thighs.
“Be still.” The command overrode the creaking of the rope. To enforce his order, the punishing crop sang through the air crisscrossing Laziel’s thighs. Stoically, the angel suffered the blows and went stone still. His only response was to clamp down hard on the bit between his teeth. Reaching between the angel’s thighs, Lachi gathered the dangling reins and pulled them through making sure to insinuate the thin leather deep in the seam of Laziel’s ass. Deft fingers tucked the straps tight against the angel’s clenched anus then wound the extra length tightly around Laziel’s balls and up along his swollen length, leaving only the mushroomed tip free.
Hitting his knees, Malachi pulled hard on the leather, squeezing the angel’s genitals cruelly. The beast of his fury pacing just beneath the surface howled in appreciation. Laziel’s breath hiccupped in his lungs and a light sheen of sweet glowed upon his flesh. But, no sound passed his lips. As a reward, Malachi leaned forward to flick his tongue against the deep purple head. The leather reins in his hand pulled taunt when Laziel’s cock twitched and jumped.
Focused on his objective, he closed his free palm over the leather wrapped shaft and squeezed, providing even mo
re pressure. At the same time, he sucked the distended head of his angel’s cock between his lips. His tongue danced around the rim and laved the small cleft underneath. The hand holding the reins swung back and forth, forcing the leather to rub enticingly over the angel’s sensitive perineum while massaging his balls. Salty precum leaked from the slit, teasing Malachi with its taste. His tongue darted and danced, leaving no part of the cock head dry. Deliberately, he nicked the exposed ridge with a fang, adding the copper sweet taste of Laziel’s blood to the opulent mix. With the angel’s cock and balls bound so tightly, the celestial’s blood only barely managed to drip. Lachi wanted more.
Sliding his mouth down over the leather covered shaft and hollowing his cheeks, he sucked hard, drawing forth blood and semen to coat his tongue. Laziel’s breath seesawed harshly through his nose. His wings trembled so hard feathers loosened and floated to the floor. Despite the crushing bindings, Laziel’s first release boiled up from his balls and filled Malachi’s throat. Like a parched plant in the Sahara, Malachi inhaled every drop, swallowing quickly and licking up any leaks. Settling back on his heels, he unwound the leather quickly and expertly, leaving the straps to once again dangle down Laz’s back. The surge of blood into the softening shaft of Laziel’s cock would be painful but would engorge his angel quickly.
Circling behind Laziel, the events leading to this showdown trickled through Malachi’s mind, but he shoved them away. Here, he controlled all, there was no Darklon to interfere or cause mayhem. Here, it was him and Laziel, serenity in the midst of the pain.
Malachi dropped the riding crop he held on the table and quickly disrobed. His cock bobbed free, long hard and swollen. Refusing to touch himself, Malachi palmed the smaller riding crop and stepped forward. The aching tip of his cock rode the seam of Laziel’s ass. His fangs lengthened and extended past his lower lip. His breath hissed out as blood lust slammed into him again. Savagely, he brought the crop down across his own thigh the stinging bite tamping down the hunger. The angel jumped at the slap of leather against skin.
“You want to feel the bite of the leather, don’t you, angel?” Lachi snarled, sliding the quirt over the swell of the angel’s ass cheeks and his own bulbous head. “You may answer.”
Unable to speak around the bit in his mouth, Laz purred in agreement. Back and forth, teasing them both, the tip of the crop slid over quivering flesh. With three quick flicks, Lachi brought the crop down over Laziel’s ass and the tip of his own cock. Pain exploded in his brain. He relished the sensation and his balls tightened in response. His hips bucked hard splitting apart Laziel’s cheeks, but not penetrating the core.
“Fuck!” Lachi yelled. He grabbed the bouncing reins and snatched Laziel’s head back.
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Groaning and straining against the reins attached to the bit between his teeth, Laziel quaked from the blistering heat of such a scalding release. Blood thundered up the length of his thickly veined shaft, permitting the abused length of muscle and flesh to once again stand proud. The savage mood of the vampire was one he never denied. The toxicity of it coated Laziel’s throat with the bitter sweet recognition of Lachi’s fury and his dire need to feed his beast.
Laziel’s eyes rolled ecstatically toward the back of his head when the broad expanse of Lachi's smooth chest came to rest flush against his sculptured back. The feel of all that muscle and heat resting against the extremely sensitive structure of his angelic wings was enough to break him. The scent of blood and sex tainted Lachi's breath as a guttural roar vibrated the air. The grind of Lachi’s teeth clenching in his jaw matched the marks Laziel drove into the bit between his teeth.
Lachi edged in further, the sting of the crop a fading decadent pleasure that taunted Laziel’s protruding cock as it twitched thick and proud, waiting in mid...air for his vampire’s touch. Lachi's hips rolled driving his cock through the cleft of Laziel’s ass, as Laziel pushed back in the want of more. Lachi obliged, spreading Laziel’s ass, and then pressing the swollen bulbous tip of his cock perilously close to Laziel’s clenched entry of moist heated flesh. Laziel moaned again and ground the tight swell of ass against Lachi's delectably long shaft.
The want and desire to be bitten, filled and fucked, rode Laziel hard. Bucking savagely, he forced Lachi's satin smooth shaft to ride provocatively close between the twin mounds of his taut cheeks. It teased the angel with what was to come and he knew Malachi took great joy in denying Laziel the pleasure his vampire's lust could easily fulfill.
“Azarian, please… I need…more.” Pleading through their mental link, Laziel pulled at the restraints tied tightly at his wrists. His skin was raw and thin rivulets of blood seeped down his arms. The scent drew Lachi's ill...tempered will. The barn around them became stoically still as the vampire’s bloodlust became palpable. The only audible noise to reach Laziel's ears was Lachi’s low and intently threatening purr, emanating in decadent waves of hungered lust. Lachi's hands slid firmly along the ridge of Laziel’s bared back, kneading the flesh before traversing over the width of his broad shoulders.
Drawing over the lines of his collar bone, Lachi’s hands lowered, tantalizing the hard awaiting nubs of sensitized flesh by pulling at the nipple rings. The assault on Laziel's senses drove him half...crazy. He needed Lachi to bury himself deep between the mounds of his ass, him down to the thick root of his cock and ride him hard until the world shook around them and Lachi spewed forth his seed.
Starved for more, he tried to spit out the bit wedged so tight between his teeth, but Lachi's firm grip allowed no slack. Growling and breathless with lust, Lachi leaned in and ran his sweet fucking tongue around the shell of Laziel's ear and taunted him with words whispered in Italian, “Do you dare to challenge me, making noise and being difficult. When I command you to obey me, you better make sure to follow through, my angel.” As the binds that tied the angel tightened, Laziel knew instinctively the precipice of the night’s entertainment was about to reach its peak.
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Wrapping the reins around a muscled forearm, Malachi tugged Laziel’s head back, exposing the long column of his throat. The blood rich vein running up his neck pulsed hypnotically. Fangs, already teasing his bottom lip, gained another inch. Breathing heavily, Malachi snagged the bottle of lube from the side table. Too far gone for patience, he sliced into the container with a razor sharp fang, halving it neatly. The slick contents spilled free and cascaded over the gorgeous mounds of his angel’s ass and onto his own straining cock. Flinging the bottle across the loft, Malachi palmed his aching shaft and smeared the oil, stroking himself with sadistic cruelty. Brutally, he pinched the head of his shaft between thumb and forefinger and moaned at the blast of pain that shot straight to his balls.
Releasing himself, he slapped Laziel’s ass hard, splattering the warm oil up on his own chest. Another ringing slap on the opposite cheek left matching hand sized welts. Malachi’s palm rode over the twin marks working the oil into his angel’s skin. He followed the curve of the angel’s ass down to his thigh then back across to the cleft of his ass cheeks. A thick finger split the cheeks and delved inside seeking entrance. The tight muscle clenched denying him. He applied firm pressure and his middle finger slipped inside to the second knuckle. Deliberately, he crooked his finger to hit the g...spot and stroked.
Bound by the ropes, Laziel’s spine arched and his hips bucked as he was unable to control the reaction to the erotic pressure. Another stroke and Laziel’s wings exploded outward extending fully to reach from one end of the loft to the other. They trembled as if caught in a windstorm while Laziel moaned and struggled to breathe. Malachi didn’t have to peer over the angel’s shoulder to know he’d climaxed again, spewing the aged wood with angelic seed. He smelled the musky scent of his angel’s sex.
Withdrawing his finger, Malachi leaned close again, careful this time not to touch the male except his lips to the angel’s ear. “Do you want my cock, angel?” Laziel fought against the merciless hold Malachi held on the r
eins. “Answer me.”
Laziel tried to nod but couldn’t. The soft brush of feathers caressed Malachi’s broad shoulders. The only part of himself Laziel could control. Lachi’s eyes closed as his large frame shuddered in response. Furious at the infinitesimal slide into softness, he lurched backwards. His mind speared out and the sound of a motor overpowered the angel’s harsh breath. The hoist attached to the bindings lifted Laziel clear of the floor leaving him at Malachi’s mercy. When only Laziel’s toes touched, Malachi stopped the lift. With a hand in the middle of Laziel’s back, he pushed the male forward twisting his arms in the restraints so they were stretched awkwardly above his head.
With a vicious thrust, Malachi seated himself deep in the angel’s ass. His head fell back on his shoulders, his roar exploding into the night. Cries of fright sounded from the animals below, but Malachi, lost in his angel, paid them no mind. Looping the reins even tighter around his arm, he heaved backward dangerously bowing the angel’s spine and neck. His hips pistoned back and forth; his cock rammed deeper and deeper into the angel with every thrust. The slick tightness gripped his cock, massaging every inch.
Laziel bucked in the restraints, greedy for more, trying desperately to meet Malachi’s every powerful plunge. Malachi’s wide palm slid down the angel’s spine, over his hip and wrapped around the angel’s inflamed dripping length. He jerked Laziel’s hips upward to give himself even more access to the heat of his tight slick channel. When the angel’s ass clenched exerting even more pressure on his swollen cock, he struck. His fangs, slid fluidly into the angel’s juicy vein. He drank as if starving. Long, deep pulls filled his mouth with the celestial’s blood.
