The new day does not promise anything special and
Jamien alone resting after a night of romance with one of the
princesses lay lazy in bed.
After many years in cold space on an ark ship, he really
liked his new life among the luxury of a harem with gorgeous
winged women who knew how to have fun without any
restrictions or obligations.
It's a dream to find yourself in such sweet captivity while
significantly rejuvenating your age, but today an unexpected
and dangerous guest came to him without any warning.
"I am Duke Liorif," a white-winged, slender syrinx
introduced himself, sparkling with bright citrine eyes,
entered his room.
Dressed in a long dark robe with high slits on the sides, he
looked around in a businesslike manner.
"How did you get into our tower?" The frightened Jamien
was indignant, jumping up in bed. "No one is allowed to visit
us without a special invitation, especially vampire!"
His eyes darted helplessly, meticulously examining the
impeccable appearance of the intruder, who smiled
enigmatically, not taking his eyes off him.
"Don't worry so much! I want to befriend you."
The syrinx sat down relaxed in the chair opposite, shaking
his bare foot, and Jamien constrictedly spoke out:
"I know about your friendship. You squeeze me to the
point of fainting. I don't sleep with men, you got the wrong
address."
Liorif laughed heartily and said in an insinuating voice:
"And have you tried? Maybe you'll like it."
"I'm not even going to. Why do I need it?" Jamien replied
indignantly, wrapping himself more tightly in the bedspread,
appreciating with horror the sharpness of the long white
claws on the vampire graceful hands.
"Do you dream of gaining magical power as soon as
possible, as your friend Denris? I can give you it in exchange
for your mana. It's very nice and not at all in the way you
imagine."
"I can't imagine it at all, especially with you. You are a
hefty winged man with fangs and clawsā¦ and meā¦ I love
tender women."
"I can be gentle with you. What difference does it make
how much bigger I am than you? And what if I'm a man? You
don't like my looks?"
"I'm straight and it doesn't matter how you look. You're
handsome, but I'm not into guys."
Liorif smiled contentedly and whispered:
"Ow! So I still have a chance, since you find me attractive."
Jamien shook his head in annoyance and replied:
"One thing is clear to me: you have your own special
attitude, we are from different planets and I look at things
familiar to you in a different way."
"I offer you an exchange of energies, I don't know what
you are afraid of? Try it, you have gained immortality and you
will not die from it. It is not painful and pleasant."
Jamien frowned and fell into a stupor. He was never made
such a strange offer, although his friend Denris warned that
one day he would be approached with a similar request.
A blond man with a sly smile sat quietly and waited for his
answer.
"You're not deceiving me?" Jamien squinted. "What kind
of magic will I have and how soon?"
"Tomorrow you will start creating if you agree to have the
merger with me now. I promise!
"What do you mean by "merger"? Will you only kiss me?"
Liorif derisively nodded his head showing his sharp teeth.
"Try it and you will realize that you are refusing in vain."
"Why did I get your attention? I'm not handsome and fresh
as you."
Vampire laughed ironically and replied:
"I appreciate your stuffing, so to speakā¦ and not only you,
ex humans attract me. Agree, and you will catch new
sensations. Don't be afraid of my size, I won't hurt you or
crush you. I will be gentle and delicate."
"Okay, but I don't know anything about how to do all this,
so everything is under your leadership," Jamien agreed
reluctantly.
Vampire started up and immediately jumped up to him.
Jamien recoiled back, not expecting such a quickness.
"You'll like it!" Liorif with a predatory sparkling eyes
immediately pulled him and dug into his lips.
Jamien closed his eyes, tensing in horror that he was being
kissed by a giant man, but then he caught himself thinking
that he was receiving breathtaking pleasure from the long
tongue penetrating into his mouth and elastically tightening
lips. The giant smelled of fresh mint and, despite the feeling
that the vampire almost is eating him like a cupcakeā¦ it was
not revulsion, and when thin long fingers gently slipped over
his face and body, he noticed that he was not disgusted and he
surrendered to previously unknown feelings, not daring to
touch the vampire who was obviously infatuated, judging by
his indiscreet moans, draining the mana from his partner's
chest.
Liorif seized his palms and clung tightly to him, wrapping
her legs and wings around him. Jamien was allowed to catch
his breath a little and the insatiable lips dug into him again.