NIGHTWORLD

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13: Eternity's Grasp

The Teardrinker's psychic presence was immediate and crushing. Jaro actually stumbled from the full force of it slamming into his mind, while beside him Kristian fell to one knee with a pained grunt. Only Kadir remained standing, but Jaro saw the muscles in his neck bulging from the effort.

“What an exquisite pleasure to revisit a familiar mind, already broken in," said Romulus, stepping closer. The wolf towered over them all, porcelain white fangs gleaming from within his dark fur. “Would that thou might revel in my touch. Come now, Jaroslav…" he reached a claw out, holding Jaro's gaze. “Let go."

Even as the vampire spoke the words, they echoed inside Jaro's mind.

LET GO.

Swallowing, he tried to imagine a canvas, painting Chevron's runes across it. The long curve of the first circle, the slight accents hiding within the perimeters. The minute dash, an off-kilter cross, and then–

“It'll take more than that to keep me out," Roman whispered, licking his lips. “Stop and look at me."

The tendrils of command slid through Jaro's body, puppetting his fingers and arms, commanding his eyes to blink and his focus to pull entirely towards the vampire. Beside him, Kristian and Kadir did the same, silently struggling in place. Romulus couldn't force him to think, but the influence was undeniable, and Jaro's mind was awash, swimming with incoherent lettering that crowded any attempt at using the druid's runes.

“What an auspicious sight – the work of the Teardrinker," Belisarius cooed, circling the trio. “Who might suspect but three mortals capable of such… turmoil."

“Four!" Cried Fyodor, pushing into the storage room with dramatic flair, his three armed thralls in tow behind him, shadowy tendrils linking him to them. The lean Doberman licked his lips, his teeth still stained red. “There were four of them, Lord Belisarius."

The mandril shrugged, waving a claw off. “No matter. Dracula can finally have his thirst for questions satiated, that is…" He stopped by Romulus's side. “Provided they are unable to wriggle free yet again."

The wolf snarled, fangs bared openly. “Dost thou seek to provoke me, Belisarius? You of all our ilk should know better. Our Emperor would not send me without faith in my abilities. To question me is to question him."

“Be at peace, my dear Roman," Belisarius replied, taking a half-bow. “I speak only in jest."

Romulus sniffed. “Your capriciousness is best spent on those that might appreciate it, Lambcatcher." He drew forward, cloak swimming about him like a drape of night. Lowering himself to meet Jaro's eyes, the Teardrinker grinned wickedly. “Yet, even the coldest cynic could scarcely deny what lambs you have brought me."

YOU BELONG TO ME.

“Fuck. You." Growled Kadir from the side, his body visibly trembling. His eyes glared at Fyodor. “She. Came. For. You."

“Da." The vampire chuckled, circling the edge of the room, as if he wanted to keep a distance between himself and his superiors. Compared to the old-fashioned intonation of the other vampires' Wallachian, Fyodor's Russian-accented English was somehow even more unsettling. “Isla came for me, and she bled for me, too, Kadir. As you all will soon enough." He stopped, face growing still. “The Fyodor you knew is gone. No trace of that facade remains. I came here for this power, even if I did not realise. In it, I have found a great fountain worthy of drinking deep. Da, I regret that Isla could not be by my side. But I'd wager she fared better than you will."

“Bastard." Kadir forced out through gritted teeth. “She. Was. Your. Wife!" The caracal was shaking now, fighting everything he had against the Teardrinker's control. The two vampire lords only watched, a slightly bemused expression on each face.

“And now we are both made widows." Fyodor sneered. “Don't be naive. The Russians sent me here to control this place. The British and the Germans helped fund the project, none knew of the others involvement, and yet Isla allowed them to slip their paws in. You think everyone on your team is there for the good of mortal kind? Perhaps they might be not as they seem.

“Our world has changed for the worse, after New York nothing will ever be the same." He came closer still, passing within arm's reach of Belisarius. It was another stark contrast; the vampire lord with his cloak and armour, then Fyodor with his camouflaged fatigues and guns. “We were friends before, Kadir. But that Fyodor is dead, I am the Iconoclast. And I will break every nation that sought to control us. I will sunder every chain and every despot, and pave for myself a path of bones. Dracula will lead us through The Source, and Earth will bleed."

“Monster."

Fyodor slid in closer, inches from Kadir's face. “You can come serve in our new world, or you can die in your old one."

“Enough teasing," Romulus said, pulling his claw into a tight fist. “Belisarius, your new mongrel speaks freely. I hadn't known you to be so lenient."

The mandril chortled, flourishing his cape. “Fyodor has proven himself a loyal servant. Never have I seen one take to the vrykolakas so effortlessly."

“Bah," Romulus replied, flicking his claw off. “I trust you will keep a tight grip on that leash."

“I could say the same to you, Roman."

Jaro looked between them, doing his best to wiggle his fingers as much as he could, carving out whatever bodily autonomy he was able. It felt fruitless though, so absolute was Roman's power.

Vampire politics. He had to get free, and fast.

If they allowed the Teardrinker to take them, they were as good as dead. Or worse.

“My leash remains taut, rest assured."

KNEEL.

Jaro felt the breath punched out of him as his muscles moved of their own accord, shoving him down onto all fours, head bowed towards the vampire lord.

Belisarius grunted. “Your parlour tricks never fail to amuse."

“To other matters," Romulus said, voice curling oddly. “As to what we discussed…"

“Oh! Fear not, my Lord. I would never dream of denying the Lord of Sanction his chance at punishment. After all, what use are slaves, if not to serve?" The mandril pointed deeper into the factory. “A space has been prepared for your… needs. I implore thee to take your time… our Emperor lacks mercy for many things, but like the grave… he is patient."

Romulus dipped his head. “My thanks."

“Fyodor," Belisarius barked. “Please, lead our guest to his lodgings."

The Doberman bowed, heading out with his thralls in tow. Romulus turned back to the three of them. FOLLOW.

Kristian, Jaro, and Kadir were all ripped upright like marionettes. As the Teardrinker walked they were powerless to do anything but follow.

The vampires moved silently; no breaths, even their boots did not scuff. Deeper inside the factory he heard the clang of metal and work continuing, shuddering as he thought of the horrors carried out within.

“What are you gonna do to us?" He asked suddenly, surprised that Romulus had loosened his tongue.

Ahead, the wolf didn't bother looking back. “Whatever I want, little pup."

Jaro swallowed the sourness in his mouth, following up a winding flight of stairs. He was completely lost, and that realisation sent his stomach sinking. Even if they managed to get away, where would they go? Pick a direction at random, and they were half again as likely to just end up running deeper into the factory.

If we wait long enough, Noah will blow the charges. Drowning in here would probably be a better fate than being dragged before Dracula.

Fyodor stopped them at a large, nondescript door. He bowed, offering a claw up for them to head inside.

“I trust we won't be disturbed," Romulus said to Fyodor, who nodded.

“Your trust is well-placed,," the Doberman replied, bowing in time with his armed thralls. He closed the door gently, leaving Jaro and the others alone with the vampire lord.

TO THE BACK.

Romulus marched them to the back of the room, standing the three in a loose triangular formation, ensuring each one of them could see the others. Jaro was slightly separated, but Kadir and Kristian were stood almost side-by-side.

The room Belisarius had prepared was unlike anything else inside the factory, in fact Jaro found himself surprised vampires had rooms like this. Everything prior had been brutalism to the most extreme lengths possible, but here there was a polished tile floor decorated with fluffy hide rugs. Several tables filled the space, along with cabinetry and paintings for the outer layers. Most curiously, on the opposite end of the space crackled a small fire in a bricked-up nook.

“Amusing, no?" Roman asked, following Jaro's eye. “As eternals, we feel no want for warmth or shelter, no tiredness, no discomfort. All that plagues my kind is the thirst, but beyond that I have no use for art… no function for flame." He stopped, eyeing each of them as he began to remove his cloak. His outfit beneath was a simple garb, surprisingly plain when compared to Belisarius's dramatic costume. That was the difference though - the Lambcatcher was a ruler, a ceremonial figurehead dressed to impress. Romulus wore a uniform, that of a hunter.

“Even so…" he winked. “Many of us find a nostalgic satisfaction for these old creature comforts. Mortals think us soulless monsters, but I am not blind to the beauty of a dancing flame, perhaps even some part of me yearns to feel the chill, and in turn, to feel it chased away."

The door they'd come through clunked as a lock turned. Jaro swallowed.

“As thee knows too well, there are also… other comforts… that I crave." The vampire stepped in front of Kristian, sizing the marten up like a meal. “Did thoust speak of it? Of your shame, and your undeniable pleasure? I doubt it very much. How pleased I am to be given a second opportunity to explore."

“Don't do this," Jaro said, his stomach curling inside. His cheeks were burning, guilt already bubbling up. “Just take us to the castle already."

“Ashani will not ruin things this time. I have thee, locked here in eternity's grasp for as long as I might desire."

Jaro felt the wolf plunge deeper into his mind, rifling, pushing memories and moments aside, feeding on the emotions. It was sickening.

“Ahhhhh… Such layers," he breathed, grinning as he pointed a claw from Jaro to Kristian. “You think of him as yours? And you," he whirled on Kadir, pointing from him to Jaro. “You think of him as yours too. A man to another like a man to a wife."

Wait, what? Jaro thought, trying to meet the caracal's expression. No, they lie, all they do is manipulate and lie.

But Jaro couldn't lie to himself, some small part of him did think of Kristian as his.

“Art all interlopers so depraved?" The Teardrinker cooed. “To wear such uncommon fetishes so openly… the feeling is palpable. Now, wouldn't thoust feel more comfortable free of your garbs?"

REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES.

They all moved at the same time. Jaro's resolve quivering as his body acted without his say, dragging his shirt up off his head and discarding it, undoing his belt, kicking off his shoes and dropping his trousers. All three stood then in their underwear, shivering slightly despite the fire. Kadir's face was furious, jaw muscles tensing and untensing. Kristian was wide eyed, worried.

Jaro, as much as he hated it, felt his fear swimming with a tiny tinge of anticipation.

“Come now, let us not be modest…" Even as Romulus spoke, Kristian's paws were forced to his waist, fumbling slightly as they grasped the band of his briefs, sliding them down to reveal his narrow, red penis, hanging flaccid before his small balls. Jaro wished he could be allowed to look away – the marten seemed so vulnerable, so helpless under the crushing weight of the vampire's power.

“Pitiful thing," Roman growled, circling closer. He leaned forward over the marten's shoulder, inhaling deep, fangs flashing in the warm flicker of the firelight. “And pray tell, dost thou believe I have the perfect addition?"

“What is it?" Kristian asked, the vampire's control momentarily relaxed. “What are you going to do to me?"

Romulus reached around wordlessly, his massive form dwarfing the small doctor. In his claws was a small metal device, clanging faintly as he swung a hinge. Jaro gasped as he realised what the vampire was holding –

A cage.

“Wait, no, don't!" Kristian gasped, though he was still unable to move. Ignoring his pleas, Roman closed the cage around his cock, the curved bars of the front squeezing him in. Jaro heard an audible click as the lock closed, the marten's cock clamped inside. Romulus held up a small key, and with one smooth motion, flicked it off into the fireplace.

“Why did you do that?" Kristian asked, eyes straining as he tried to look at the cage that was now locked around his genitals.

“One mustn't give in to dark temptations now," Romulus replied. “Thou should know your place. Perhaps if the slave obeys, I might free thee. Then again, perhaps not."

Jaro breathed deep, staring at the cage. He hated it. Hated how excited it made his body, at how already his cock was beginning to firm up inside his underwear. The wrongness of it stabbed at him, the awkwardness of it tingling down his neck. Kristian was being used by this creature, and all he could do was get hard.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Dost it excite you?" Romulus asked, creeping towards Jaro. Again he felt a psychic probe push into his mind. “Dost seeing this slave submit please you?"

ANSWER.

Jaro felt the vice on his tongue relax, and try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to lie. “It… it does."

“Thou is one of us," Roman said. “I can feel it, sure as you can." He stepped in, placing a claw onto Jaro's bare chest. “Inside you, squirming, trying to feed. Although…" He paused, cocking his head. “It suffers. Your dark passenger cries out for salvation, it begs its brethren to free it from that poison you inflict upon it." The vampire's free paw went down, tightly gripping the half-hard bulge through Jaro's underwear. He inhaled sharply, cock straining as the giant wolf squeezed him painfully hard. Inside his chest he felt another sensation, a turning, a twisting. “Such fight in you. What kind of vampire might you make? I wonder… which of them will it be?"

He stepped around Jaro, pressing up against his back, the claw over his undies only squeezing harder, enough that the pain ached through Jaro's hips, causing him to pant. Roman's psychic commands forced Jaro to stare at Kristian, shivering naked in his chastity cage, and then at Kadir, still in his own trunks, still visibly shaking with fury.

“One of them, yes," Roman whispered. “For whilst few vampires are born equally, all come to this world bathed in blood."

“I won't be like you," Jaro said.

“You will. And sooner than thou might dream. You could have this, the power to dominate, to live out every one of those vile necrotic fantasies I can feel bubbling up within your mind."

“No," Jaro whispered.

“Do you want them?"

“No," he lied.

ANSWER.

He tried to fight it. Tried to keep his mouth shut, but it was hopeless. “Y-yes. It's… it's exciting me."

RESPECT ME.

Jaro squeezed his eyes shut, face burning with shame, stomach tensing. “Y-yes, it excites me to see them like this, my Lord."

Roman released him, stepping away. The relief that flooded through Jaro's balls was enough to make him gasp.

The vampire turned his attention to Kadir. “The one who does not speak our tongue. It won't save you, all bodies speak one language."

“Leave him be," Jaro asked.

“Fuck you, I'm not your fucking plaything," Kadir hissed, in English.

“Do you want him?" Roman asked, in Wallachian.

Kadir strained, the words caught in his throat. He shook his head, grunting hard.

“Do you?" Roman looked right at Jaro, across Kadir's shoulder. “Want him? As a man wants a wife? Confess."

“Y… y-yes," Kadir growled. Jaro could feel the humiliation oozing through the room, it was thick and viscous. “But I don't want this."

Roman laughed. “Time will tell."

With a flick of the vampire's head, Kristian marched over to Kadir, awkwardly going to his knees before the caracal. Where Kadir was muscular and broad, Kristian was lean and sinewy, an academic build. His small penis locked inside the chastity cage only emphasised the effect. Helpless.

“Jealousy?" Roman asked, watching Jaro. “Your two secret desires, enjoying one another… without thee."

On his knees, Kristian reached up, dragging Kadir's underwear down himself. They fell loose at the caracal's feet, and although the cat tried to look away, Jaro could see his thick cock was already halfway hard as well.

Slowly, Kristian took the caracal in his mouth, moving bit by bit, his pink tongue showing as it flashed, curling around Kadir's tip. The movements were slow, awkward in the way that inexperienced people were, but the effect was the same. He was clearly fighting it, but even so, Kadir could not help grunting from the sensation, breathing heavy through clenched teeth.

Inside the cage locked around his dick, Jaro saw that Kristian too was becoming aroused, his shaft swelling as the cage bars constricted it. Was it simply the vampire's influence, forcing them to give into their depraved fantasies? Or did the two really want this?

The feeling Jaro felt watching Kristian suck Kadir's cock was… unusual. It felt wrong, but also… exciting. Thrilling, even. Blinking, Jaro realised that his own dick had completely freed itself of his sheath, and stood fully erect inside his undies.

“Ah… ugh…" Kadir grunted, as Kristian continued to clumsily bob his head back and forth. All the while the Teardrinker circled them like the wolf he was, watching from a distance, paying specific attention to Jaro's own visible excitement.

“Thoust wanted this, didn't he?" Roman said, cocking his head. “Admit it, give in to what you want."

“I… I ah…" Jaro itched, the throbbing in his cock strong, his stomach a wrenched up mess of fear, embarrassment, and arousal. “I do…"

Kadir's head turned, eyes wide as he stared at Jaro, which caused the wolf to only blush deeper. “I'm sorry."

“Do not apologise for what you are," Roman hummed, though the others were now using English, he still spoke in Wallachian. “I know what thee wants, and I welcome every one of your temptations. Admit yourself."

“I do," Jaro couldn't stop himself. There was some kind of exhilarating taboo about watching it, about knowing the embarrassment everyone would feel if they knew. It was wrong, but he was being forced – he had no choice. The Teardrinker released his mental grip on Jaro's right paw, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching across, and stroking his own cock through his underwear, transfixed at the sight of Kadir and Kristian. This shouldn't be something he enjoyed, but it felt good to rub himself.

He wondered if they preferred being with each other, rather than him. The thought was… exciting.

“Give in, give in, give in," Roman repeated.

GIVE IN.

“Fuck, ah," Kadir grunted. “It feels… f-fuck… Kristian…"

Jaro continued to watch them, his eyes darting between Kadir's cock in the virgin marten's mouth, and the confining cage trapping his dick. Somehow the imprisonment made the submission and control all that much more arousing. He imagined the feeling Kristian must have – humiliated to be used for the vampire's amusement, horrified to find his own cock hard as a rock at the act itself, all the while trapped inside that tight metal cage, away from his relieving fingers.

He pulled his mouth off the caracal, panting slightly as he looked up.

“Ist thou going to obey?" Roman asked, watching them.

“Y-yes… sir…" Kristian replied shakily. “Would you p-please… let me out?" Between his legs, Jaro saw that the marten was pawing uselessly at the cage, desperate to feel himself.

What has he done to us? He wondered, watching Roman. Clearly his influence went further than simply actions.

“You want to be let out?"

“Yes," Kristian moaned.

“You want to be used?"

“Yes."

“Perhaps later." The vampire strode forward, gesturing towards the table in the centre of the room. Try as he might to resist, Kristian was powerless but to obey. The marten climbed to his feet, pausing in front of Kadir. To the vampire's (and Jaro's) delight, he reached down, grasping the caracal's throbbing cock and eliciting a keen hiss of pleasure from him. He was smooth, sensual, cupping his balls as his thumb traced lines around the tip.

“Ah… fuck…" Kadir grunted, and right as he seemed to be giving into it, Kristian was forced to drop him, walking to the table Roman had pointed out.

Jaro swallowed, heart racing as he watched Kristian sit up on the edge, lying flat on his back with his legs braced against the edge. He stretched across the length of the wood, head dangling upside-down on the opposite side. It was clear why he was there, and the thought of what was to come made Jaro practically drool. He liked Kristian, he had feelings for him, and still he wanted desperately to see someone else fuck him.

More importantly – he wanted the marten to like it.

Jaro still knew it was wrong, he still wished it would stop, but the wrongness was what made it all so thrilling. The fact he was so ashamed mixed in with his arousal, sending quivers through his balls, and tingles down his spine. He wanted this. A part of him wanted to be used, to be toyed with to the vampire's delight.

How can you think that? Could he get free? Distract Roman somehow, manage to finish tracing out Chevron's runes? Do you even want that? Just give in.

Were those his own thoughts, or the Teardrinker's?

The vampire walked behind the table, taking his place by Kristian's head. Each pause stretched for eternity, teasing it all out of them.

“We don't have to," Kristian said, though despite his words his pinned cock flexed hard against the steel cage. Kadir watched on, silent, his dick still fully erect.

“I… suppose…" Roman said slowly, drawing the words out. “What say you, Jaroslav? Would thee have I stop now, when we've come so far?"

ANSWER.

“I…" Jaro swallowed, his fingers tightening over his own cock.

“Only say the words truthfully, and I will cease," the vampire promised.

It was coming, he tried to close his mouth, to force the words to stop, but the mind control was far too much. It didn't just compel him to act, it made him want it, it was driving his arousal to a frenzy, past the point where he could barely think. “Yes… yes… please…." He gasped, half doubling over. “I want to watch. I wanna watch you fuck him."

“Foul creatures, aren't thee?" Roman asked, chuckling. “You would truly desire seeing me take the one you have oft thought of as your own? You'd make of yourself a cuckold, stroking your small member, pathetically frozen while another breeds what's yours?"

“Yes, y-yes," Jaro heaved, helpless to stop himself. He didn't want to be saying it, and each word made his face flare up with shame.

But that didn't mean it wasn't true.

“I want to watch him fucked. Please, sir, please fuck him."

“How could I deny such a want?" Roman asked, lowering his trousers to reveal the thickest cock Jaro had ever seen. The knot hadn't even been freed of the sheath yet, but still the glistening pink flesh stood tall. It was maybe as thick as Jaro's wrist, and twice as long as his own. He'd always considered his own size average, but he would appear tiny next to that.

“Open wide, slave," Roman said, and with his head lolling back, Kristian obeyed.

“Wait–" Jaro said, but Roman did not. He slid his enormous dick into the marten's maw, the tip already filling all the space there was. His eyes were locked on Jaro as he did, thrusting in and out, slowly but surely, going deeper every time.

Jaro hated it. There was feelings he had for Kristian, it was undeniable, and now he was watching his throat be fucked by another. By a vampire, no less.

And he'd caused it. He'd asked for it. And inside his squeezing paw, he felt harder than he'd ever been before.

“And our Turkish cat?" Roman asked, growling as he continued to throat-fuck Kristian. “What pleasure do you derive from this?"

“I…" The caracal swallowed, neck muscles bulging. The anger and embarrassment was radiating off him in waves, but he didn't deny it. Jaro knew all too well how the vampire could compel you to answer honestly. “I… some… ugh…"

With the marten lying flat on the table, his rear pointed at Jaro, he had a different view of the cage now. He could see the doctor's balls compressed inside, swollen red from the pressure, his paws still trying in vain to do what they could.

“Come," Roman said, beckoning Kadir closer. Jaro tensed up at the thought, watching in rapturous arousal as the caracal walked right up to the table, bracing himself at Kristian's ass. “Wait… Jaroslav… might you prefer a better view?"

“Er…" He was yanked forward, alien feet carrying him over and stopping at the table's other edge. To his left Kadir stood naked, hard as a rock only inches from Kristian's virgin rear. To his right stood the vampire Roman, his cock bulging in Kristian's throat. Flat on the table, the marten was a wash of pleasure, he'd completely lost himself to the influence, and instead only grunted and breathed, lying in place as the wolf used him.

“Thou does wish to watch, no?" Roman asked.

They all knew what was happening here. The vampire knew perfectly well that the depraved, sex-mad part of him wanted nothing more than to do this forever. But he wanted to hear it. He wanted to break them.

“Yes, I do, please, sir," Jaro whined.

“Paws off, for now, pup." As he spoke, Jaro was forced to release his cock. It ached in his underwear, which was now stained with dripping precum.

“Why are you doing this to us?" Kadir hissed, even as he moved closer, taking one of Kristian's thighs in each paw. “I know you can fucking understand what I'm saying. Answer me."

Roman slid to a stop, only the tip of his thick cock resting in Kristian's muzzle. The marten mewled, trying to arc his neck to taste more. “Because, thou should understand, I can. It is our way," he glanced at Jaro. “It could be yours too. You could have them as slaves for eternity, to do whatever you wish. Might that be something?"

“Bastard," Kadir snapped.

“I don't like the tone," Roman said. He pulled back, circling around the table. Jaro felt a quell of psychic command, and with a grunt Kadir was forced to bend over, his nose pressed into the marten's belly. His cock was nestled in the cheeks of Kristian's ass, just hovering there. “I could leave thee like this, if that's what you prefer? I could make sure you never finish, locked in a cage like your friend while I tease every one of your greatest pleasures out from you, never to admit release. Art thou so eager to suffer?"

“Mrgh," Kadir grunted, huffing into Kristian's stomach fur.

“Don't you want him?" Roman asked. “I can sense that you do. I can feel it, and you do as well. You want them both, now you know you can."

“I don't obey you," Kadir whispered, voice trembling.

“Oh, but you do." The vampire stepped up, taking the scruff at Kadir's neck with one paw, and swiftly smacking him clear on the ass with the other. The caracal cried out as it connected, the slap hard enough to echo across the room.

“Slaves shall serve," Roman hissed, smacking again hard. “You will understand this, it is a creed the Vermilion Cortège exists by. Thou will obey, and show respect to his betters."

Smack.

“Ah!" Kadir cried, grunting painfully through his teeth.

“Serve."

Smack.

“Serve me!"

Smack. “GAH!" Kadir bucked against the final hit, breathing heavily against the stinging pain. Jaro only watched in transfixed horror and arousal. He'd never known himself to enjoy this kind of thing, but to see someone as commanding and severe as Kadir, reprimanded so thoroughly…

“Say it," Roman said.

“I…"

Smack.

Kadir cried out loud against that one, his legs wobbling beneath him. “I… I…"

“Come now, wild one."

“I will… s-serve… sir…" His voice was broken. Still his cock was hard, grinding against Kristian's body. “I will. Sir."

“Do you want him?" Roman asked Kadir, whispering right in his ear. “Dost thou desire to enter him?"

“Y-yes."

The vampire shrugged, returning around the table, pushing his thick cock up to the marten's thin lips. “Beg."

“P…" Kadir swallowed, shaking his head. Jaro knew how he felt, corrupted by arousal, every thought turned around, hardly able to think straight. It was overwhelming. “Please. Please, sir, allow me… to breed him."

“Hm," the vampire paused, dragging the moment out. “Very well."

Kadir grasped with relief, finally pulling his hips back, and quickly burying his large dick into Kristian's ass. The marten cried out, mewling around the Teardrinker's prick as Kadir fucked him.

The caracal knew what to do. He worked rhythmically, in and out, deeper and deeper, curving up and down, both of them grunting and huffing as he went.

Roman pulled away, sweeping up again behind Jaro, his two claws settling on Jaro's waist.

“Dost thou enjoy it?" Roman asked.

Jaro swallowed, his shame once again fighting his balls. Kadir was picking up pace now, rutting into the marten's body. Jaro watched intently, seeing as the marten's hole stretched and tugged, wrapping completely around the caracal's dick. Kristian was clinging to him for dear life, moaning and whining as the caracal growled, fucking harder and harder, shaking the table as he did.

“I do…" Jaro admitted. “I never enjoyed anything more."

“This could be everything," Roman said. “There are such heights to pleasure, such depths to pain. If only you knew what you could achieve, with me." His claws slid down Jaro's side, grasping his undies and tugging them down to hang by the wolf's knees.

The Teardrinker pressed himself against Jaro's back, stretching one arm forward around his head, pushing his wrist to Jaro's muzzle. “The greatest of gifts a vampire can drink, is that of another kind. Come now, drink of me, and let us breed like the animals we are." He pushed his wrist inwards, and Jaro felt his jaw open, the vampire's flesh catching on his teeth. Whether he wanted to or not was no matter, and Roman forced him to bite down into the vein. Blood, hot and thick, spilled forth, filling his maw, quelling the dryness in his throat and the pain in his teeth. As he drank it down, energy flooded through his body, his chest firmed up, his muscles came alive. The room seemed brighter, every sense seemed keener, even his cock throbbed harder. It was intoxicating, swelling through his mind and dazing him.

“Thou shall see," Roman cooed. He pulled his arm back, and put one paw on the back of Jaro's neck, shoving him face-down on the table. Only inches away, still Kadir fucked the life out of Kristian, going hard and deep, hips grinding as he bared his teeth.

Jaro felt the vampire pull at his own cheeks. “Wait, no, don't–"

“Thou will obey," Roman rasped. Jaro tried to struggle, tried to wiggle away, but he was truly helpless, the vampire had him before, and the blood had only weakened his resolve, swimming through his system like a drug.

The wet tip of the wolf's cock pressed against Jaro's entrance, threatening there. He felt the vampire's weight on his back, pressing into him, forcing him flat. He was just being used, a thing to fuck, to breed, all for this being's pleasure. The shame was hot, acrid, coursing through him. Pathetic.

He cried out as the vampire pushed inside him, the width of his cock only growing the deeper it went, stretching out every one of Jaro's walls. It had been an age since he'd had sex, and he was tight, pain shooting through him and intertwining with the waves of ecstasy.

“I…. ah… ah…. AH…" He breathed, unable to even think as the vampire filled him further with every thrust. He'd never felt anything go so deep, and as Roman picked up pace, he felt he could barely take it.

TALK.

Kristian was first. “Ah, please, f-fuck, fuck me harder Kadir, please… the cage hurts, I need it."

“I want you, I, ungh, fuck," the caracal growled.

“Faster," Jaro heard that in his own voice. “Please, sir."

Roman obliged. He began slamming into Jaro with incredible force, his supernatural strength aiding him as he held the wolf down, filling him with inches of cock again and again. He kept drawing back nearly to the tip then ramming deep, thrusting fast shallow pumps, before pulling back once again.

“I shall breed thee," Roman snarled from behind. “Like the bitch thou is."

“Yes, y-yes, please sir, please," Jaro whined, paling as he felt the telltale growth of the Teardrinker's knot pressing up. His own knot had freed itself too, dangling with his cock below the table's surface, painfully out of reach. “Please, breed me, sir." He couldn't stop himself from begging, the vampire had complete access to his mind.

He was utterly helpless, totally hypnotised.

I don't want this, I don't. The humiliation, the sense of loss, of being used, the arousal, the fear, the excitement, the taboo, all blended together in a violent swirl of wrong emotions, coalescing painfully in his stomach and his cock.

“AAAHHhhhh…." The vampire hissed, pushing deeper still, Jaro's asshole stretching as the widest part yet entered him. The pain rose as he was pushed far, so far he felt the knot might split him in two, the tip of Roman's cock pressing up and bulging through his stomach and into the table.

“I – I – I can't – It's – too – much – ungh!" Jaro gasped, vision going white as the massive knot went further still.

Then, as quickly as blinking, it was inside. His hole quickly tightened around it, relief flooding his body as he was finally allowed to relax.

He looked up and saw Kadir giving Kristian the final few thrusts, grunting and growling as he drove deep, grinding his hips as he came, shooting inside the marten. Even with the cage, Kristian's cock bubbled up thick drops of cum, swelling around the metal and dribbling down as they all cried out in a flurry of pain and excitement.

Locked inside him, Roman began to make quick, tiny little thrusts, pulling hard on Jaro's tail as he stretched his knot back and forth. Jaro felt carved out, completely filled and used, and as the vampire's claws tightened painfully deep into his shoulders he cried out, able to feel the thick pumps of cum shooting through Roman's length and deep inside his body.

The thought of being filled while he watched Kadir do the same to Kristian was too much to bear, and beneath the table Jaro's orgasm hit, springing thick ropes of cum shooting onto the floor, the pulsing through his balls almost painful as he rode it out.

“Argh, gah, ugggh…." The vampire growled, twisting in place as he ejaculated, cum forcing itself all throughout Jaro's innards, finally bursting out around his knot and running down Jaro's ass and thighs.

Jaro's own orgasm came to a final, painful end, the last few drops falling free as the waves echoed down his legs.

He collapsed in place, Kadir doing the same atop Kristian.

As the orgasm fled, the reality of what happened began to settle in. Behind him, Roman was silent and still, his knot still engorged and buried within Jaro. The four of them stayed there for some time, simply resting, the mortals breathing heavily as they recovered.

What now? It felt unreal, the ordeal they'd just been through. To be forced like that, to humiliate himself in front of his friends, and to be made to enjoy it…

On his tongue, Jaro felt the iron tang of the vampire's blood. Even now it coursed through him, filling his body with strength.

What did he do to us? He blinked, realising that some of the effect had… faded? Romulus had relaxed, a momentary lapse of weakness.

He shut his eyes, trying to picture Chevron's runes in his mind, sketching them out. He repeated them, over and over, and a moment later he realised…

It was gone. Romulus's mind control had vanished completely.

Does he know?

“What regrets I have thou won't stay by my side," the vampire said, finally pulling his deflating cock free. “Such as they come, after a moment of these heights."

Jaro sniffed, trying to catch Kadir's eyes. The caracal was still laying atop Kristian, staring blankly ahead.

“May we dress, my lord?" Jaro asked.

“Bah," Romulus said, striding away, still naked. “Do what you wish, slave." He stopped at the fireplace, back to them. Moving slow, trying not to arouse suspicion, Jaro did. He clambered off the table, moving to their clothing. His asshole throbbed, but the pain was already receding.

The blood. He felt strong. Incredibly strong. More than that he felt thirsty. He felt vicious, like a serrated blade ready to cut. He put a paw on his chest, imagining the vrykolakas parasite coming alive. You woke it up, didn't you?

But he was still mortal, or at least partway, for now. There was a chance.

He returned to Kadir and Kristian, offering them their pants. He gave them over with a small nod, slipping two silver stakes from Kadir's pockets into his own. If the other two were free of Romulus's grip, they did not show it.

“Tell me, Jaroslav. Are all interlopers truly so depraved?" Romulus asked, staring into the flames. “The world you hark from is filled with such… individuals?"

“Some," Jaro admitted, moving closer. “Not all of it is seen as so depraved, though."

“Would that we could explore these depths forever," Romulus whispered. “Pathetic. Seeking solace in meat." He half looked back at Jaro, who stood dutifully in place. “Yet thou's enthusiasm in my games has rarely been matched before. I will plea that our Emperor might spare you. For what a slave you'd make."

“Appreciated, my Lord." Jaro bowed his head, as the vampire turned back to the fire wistfully. This was a side to the creatures he'd never expected. A lonely, wounded animal side. He thought again of his father's saying – 'everything has a mother'. Nothing in existence was so black and white. But that didn't mean he had to feel sorry for it.

Here it is. A vulnerability.

“Can I ask," he hesitated, but the vampire didn't stop him. “What will happen to my friends? Is there no way to spare them too?"

“Bah, unlikely." Romulus shrugged. “Death is what comes to them, accept it. They will answer his questions, or whatever madness Zakhar has waiting, and that will be the end."

“Who is Zakhar?" Jaro asked, creeping closer still.

“You have so much to learn," Romulus mused. “The Dreamless." He chuffed. Jaro nodded, he remembered the Lady in the Deadlands mentioning that one. The Lord of Augury. “Ashani felt so certain thee would flee to his labs, try to uncover his secrets. But I know my prey. I knew thou couldn't resist the chance to save your own kind."

Jaro was within an arm's reach of the vampire's back, and still he shuffled closer still. “I don't want them to die. Can't I save them?"

“No." Romulus turned, looming over him, his composure seemingly rebuilt. “They are lost to eternity. This was a beautiful thing, but as they say – all beauty must die."

Jaro nodded. “I say it just moves on."

The vampire frowned, and Jaro struck. He lunged forward, ignoring the heart's obvious target and instead stabbing his stake upwards – narrowly spearing it through Romulus's blurring arms, the silver spike puncturing beneath his jaw, steam rising as the metal burned through him.

The creature let out a keen wail of pain, his claw smashing into Jaro's neck and squeezing tight. “You insolent wretch!" He growled, voice distorted from the steam spewing out his muzzle. Jaro drew a second stake, driving it into the creature's wrist. It snarled as it burned, releasing Jaro in shock. He hit the ground and rolled, scurrying away, still dressed in nothing but a pair of pants.

“A single taste of blood, and you think yourself my equal!?" Romulus growled, closing the gap. Jaro could feel the vampire blood he'd been forced to drink coursing through him. The sensation was overpowering, like layering ripples of vicious adrenaline, the desire to rip and tear and crush near impossible to ignore. His little worm had been waiting, all this time, and it had energy pent up from Kristian's serum holding it back.

Well, no more waiting, Jaro thought.

Romulus slashed at him, impossibly fast. Jaro ducked backwards, feeling the simultaneous assaults on his mind. The vampire's power was back in full control now, but with Chevron's runes held tight in his mind's eye, Jaro had a wall of protection.

He weaved in, taking the vampire by surprise as he reached up, seizing the stake from the monster's jaw and quickly tearing it free. Romulus grabbed him, his long claws sinking directly into the flesh of Jaro's chest. Pins and needles lanced across his body as the creature lifted him, driving them both across the room and slamming him up against the wall hard enough that the room shook, dust crumbling from the ceiling above.

“To think I might have kept you," Romulus hissed, fangs glistening hungrily. “You will never be one of us!"

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Jaro reached up, taking hold the other stake and jerking it out of the vampire's arm. It again cried out in a mix of rage and pain, but did not relent.

“But now," Romulus continued. “Death would be too good. I will drink of thee for a thousand years, I will torment thou so that the darkest depths of all hells would be a welcome reprieve! You cannot hope to stand against our kind – we are eternal, and you are just rotting meat."

Jaro raised the two stakes lightning quick. Romulus saw them too late, his eyes widening as Jaro brought them crashing down, driving them both as deep as he could through the vampire's eyes, steam and sparks flickering as the metal burned into his skull.

Jaro fell as he was dropped, blood dripping down his front. Romulus doubled over, finally feeling the kind of pain he'd been inflicting on others for centuries. He screamed wordless threats, promising decades of violence and other empty nightmares, Jaro paid it no heed.

The vampire tried to turn, to run; like any wounded animal it wanted to flee to its den. But Jaro wouldn't let that happen. He leapt forward again, tackling Romulus from behind and biting down as hard as he could on the creature's neck. Blood sprayed out onto his tongue, tangy, electrifying, relieving tensions and thirsts he hadn't realised were there. He squeezed the vampire and felt ancient bones crack beneath him.

Romulus fell to his knees, and Jaro shook his jaw like a feral wolf, rending the flesh. Finally he opened his mouth, dashing back as the vampire tried in vain to swipe up at him, the two stakes through his head gleaming in the light.

“SLAVE! SLAVE!" Romulus screamed, again and again, climbing to his feet. He was wounded, but still strong. Jaro had his newfound strength, but like adrenaline it was fading fast.

I can't beat him, he realised. Even like this.

But he only to stop him.

The vampire leapt forward with pin-point accuracy, claws outstretched for Jaro's throat. Instead of moving, Jaro propelled himself forward, colliding with the vampire and sending them both tumbling back towards the fireplace. The creature slashed and bit, though he struggled to get a lock on exact limbs without his sight. Even blinded he was formidable, a whirlwind of razorblades and hate, his attacks impossibly strong.

Jaro managed to push back, and as Romulus once again snarled, he quickly ran in, leaping into the air and crashing into the vampire with both legs feet-first. The force sent an audible crack through the air, as Romulus was thrown back into the brick fireplace, the ancient clay crumbling beneath the power of his crash, embers and smoke billowing out around him. Jaro didn't relent, stepping in and kicking at the last few struts of brickwork. They vaporised beneath his new strength, and a rumble followed from above.

“Jaroslav," Romulus spat, looking up from the fire, his clothing half singed. “I will be your end."

“But not today," he replied, kicking out the last column of bricks.

The whole fireplace collapsed, and Jaro narrowly avoided being crushed as he danced back, dozens and dozens of old clay bricks tumbling down in a massive wave of dust and choked out smoke.

When it cleared, the Teardrinker was nowhere in sight. Buried beneath it.

Jaro ran to Kadir and Kristian, grabbing both of them.

“Are you alright? Can you think?" He asked, shaking the two men.

“J… Jaro?" Kristian asked, blinking through a stupor, his mind finally clearing. “What… what's going on? I'm confused. Did we really…?"

“Forget it," Kadir grunted. “Forget what he made you do. We need to go."

“And right now," Jaro said, glancing back at the pile of bricks. Already he could hear movement, the vampire trying to free himself. “I couldn't kill him, but I bought some time."

“How do we get out?" Kristian asked. “This place is massive, and it'll be crawling with thralls and vampires. What about Fyodor, what about the Lambcatcher?"

“They burn," Kadir snarled.

“You have the radio, right?" Jaro asked, and Kristian nodded, turning to his pile of clothes and pulling the shortwave out from a jacket pocket.

“Here!" He said, brandishing it.

Jaro sniffed, wiping at the stinging claw wounds in his chest. He might have broken a rib somewhere. “Radio up to Noah and the others, tell them to detonate the charges. We're gonna drown this place and everything in it."