Open Highway, Southport, New Jersey.....
Images of the world around him whipped by in rapid succession as Ron Hemming sped down the highway in his favorite shiny red sports car. He had elected to have to top-down as the wind also whipped through his increasingly growing unkempt hair and the sights and sounds assaulted his senses in the wake of the brisk traveling. His mind had been at war with his memories as he attempted to suppress them despite the very mention of Karlos' name taking him all the way back to the familiar place in time where he'd met the dastardly former captive. In those days they were young and Karlos had been among the first of Ron's earlier lovers. His treacherous mind had bombarded him with the sweet bitterness of his memories of that time, where he a young lad of sixteen had been enamored via the wiles of the mysterious and pain-riddled former slave turned pirate who had rode his cock night after night following their initial meeting.
Ron could still remember the tightness that enveloped his cock like no other before him aside from Oliver Lorenz, that was. The dark-skinned slave turned pirate in the wake of his newfound liberation had begun to come into his own sense of himself as he aged and ventured out into the big wide world. He'd been bisexual as a result of his bending over for Ron that fateful night and only ever opted to debase himself for the cock he craved. More often than not, Karlos had dominated anyone that wasn't Ron as his own cock had been impressive, but he'd been a mere mortal and not yet given to the vampirian blood that would ultimately be the end of their shared association.
Of all the fiends to make their way to Southport, Ron had not expected to have to endure the agony of being anywhere near Karlos Aventium once again. The fact that they had been formerly lovers had not been lost on Marcellus as he knew best to keep his son away from the blood-sucking fiend who had murdered Ron's biological father as a means of twisting the knife once their short-lived romance had died out.
Karlos had wanted more than Ron could give him and the taint of his blood wasn't for the purpose of siring a new being. Faced with the prospect of aging and eventual death, Karlos sought another means of extending his life once the comparable sting of mortality got the better of him.
The two lovers often clashed, with Karlos becoming as driven by the vile acts of bloodletting that Ron had unleashed on his behalf as the tainted werewolf had been while committing them. Their hot and heavy sex romps amid the darkness of the trees and the rough terrain of the mountains were not easily forgotten.
Ron had especially recalled one rainy afternoon amid the forest and following their destruction of a small village that had held more slaves captive. Karlos had been aroused and so had Ron in the heat of the moment.
The smoke and ash coming from the village of dead slavers was quite the backdrop to the rain and the heat between the two young men as they wrestled amid the mud for control leading to Ron pinning Karlos as per the usual before the clever younger lad took to stroking his lover's bulging cock in a bid to turn the tide of their game into one of his favorites.
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The Forests Of Sorrows, Unknown Location, Unknown Island...
The sights and sounds of the forest were all around Ron Hemming and Karlos Aventium as both young muscles rippled young men wrestled amid the fallen leaves and logs that lined the darkened forest floor. Karlos had been in good spirits as he had seen the release of his people who were held captive in the small village and the destruction of said village courtesy of his werewolf lover at his request. Karlos landed on his back with Ron towering above him as sweat and blood covered the naked pale young man as he fitted himself between the darker-skinned young man's thighs hissing at the contact of their mutually impressive cocks pressing into each other.
Karlos moaned as Ron saught his way to licking and biting the flesh of his neck as his body pressed him harder against the cold ground. The ever-questing hands of the darker man roaming Ron's naked body and gripped his tight well-toned arse as his body flexed and his cock grew harder in the wake of the skin-to-fabric contact with Karlos.
Ron let out a low hiss in reaction to Karlos pulling his arse closer and the feel of their cocks pressing harder as a result of it. His very scent was driving the lust of the werebeast to heights he had not known how to control as he tore away the constricting attire that blocked him from what he sought most.
Ron could wait no longer as he rolled Karlos onto his back and impaled him in one go causing the younger man to moan and grunt out loud amid the elements as he drove himself into him over and over again. He cared nothing for the rain nor the animals and trees that surrounded them all his mind had been focused on the tightness that engulfed his cock and the subsequent moans that came from Karlos' tightly pressed lips.
"Eager are we?" teased Karlos taking Ron's cock again and again. "Such power and desire behind those burning red eyes."
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Open Highway, Southport, New Jersey.....
His blood rage notwithstanding, Ron had pushed the images out of his mind and continued to speed down the highway. He knew it would be a matter of time before he and Karlos crossed paths, in fact, he was sure that the bastard blood-sucker had counted on it.
The red sports car continued to rip down the winding stretch of highway before Ron turned off onto the street leading toward the Regelway Towers.
Karlos would definitely be coming for him and he would be ready for him when that time came.
This time, there would be nothing to get in the way of him having his revenge, or so he thought.