Eternal Love

A trickle of cold sweat ran down Cole’s brow as his pelvis slowly rocked back and forth between his lovers legs, The intensity of the pleasure increasing with every sway. A slow moan escaped his lips as he dipped further into his lovers embrace and slowly released all of the days frustration. Rowan also covered in a sweat found himself immersed in pleasure as Cole bit down on his neck to intensify his own pleasure.

The blood trickled slowly to begin with but was soon flowing freely between Cole’s lips and the silk white sheets draped over the eighteenth century gothic bed. His carnal pleasures now satisfied Cole removed himself from the dying body of his once breathing lover. sex between the couple usually involved asphyxiation or the neck area in general but tonight was the first time Cole had drawn blood. He himself had already been a vampire for a few weeks but knew it was imperative that he got to know his victims before turning them.

As he wiped the blood from his chin, Cole wondered how he’d gone five weeks without its taste. Already he could feel the effects of it as it coursed through his veins, the heat that emanated from his body was electrifyingly intense and caused him to collapse in pleasure. For a moment he lay there allowing this feeling, Rowan’s feelings to take over him. The memories, the hurt, the pleasure, the good and the bad. It was too much, he cried out in agony. His mind awash with thought and feelings he couldn’t differ from his own, Cole clawed at his chest, tearing away at the flesh hoping it would lift the confusion, rid him of this pain. A cold hand drew back his own, placed it on the owners bare chest and took him back to the bed where moments ago they were consummating their now eternal love.

Rowan was in perfect shape, his lightly tanned, and heavily toned body was now more powerful than previous and rippled with a fire that burned so deep his soul was alight where it should no longer exist. Cole was the same except his body was a natural white and he was slightly smaller in stature. His face had a cute chubbiness to it that contradicted his perfect body, his auburn hair shone in the dim light protruding from the cast iron lamp and his hazel eyes glowed with the fire that burned in his heart. Rowan’s face was taught, his grey eyes cold and lifeless as they had always been, his fair hair cut short with the tuft at the front that he’d invented himself.

Again the pair surrendered to the throes of love and entwined themselves in one another, no longer making love but losing themselves in a passionate and exhilarating experience that would make any couple jealous.

Each of the men’s bodies were glistening with sweat, heartbeats violent and mouths roaring in both pleasure and pain. Cole’s large penis penetrated Rowan deeper with each thrust causing his own to erupt in a torrent of semen signalling for the men to swap positions. Cole rolled over onto his back allowing Rowan to enter him with caution as he didn’t want to hurt his lover. At least not yet anyway. As the intensity increased between the two men Cole again bit deep into Rowans neck as Rowan did the same to him. As both men drank, their sexual rampage became increasingly bloody and more involved, resulting in the sheets become a deep crimson with splatters of white finishing the pattern.