Indescretion

The dim light fell from the window high above us. It was evening, and the sun was almost set.
“Zarah?” I heard his warm accent from beside me, “Are you awake?”

“Yes Danyael, I am” I replied to him.

“He’ll be coming soon. We should get up and be ready for him”

I heard the anticipation mixed with fear and longing in his voice, and thought now would be a good time to comfort him.

“Yes Danyael, we should. But I’m not ready for HIM yet.. I’m ready for YOU” I said, as I stroked his long luxurious hair.
I felt him tense beside me, and ran my had down his neck, to his bare chest, soft and strong at the same time..
“Zarah! You know what will happen if we’re caught pleasuring each other without him!” He whispered to me, but I could sense that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
We needed each other.

Danyael and I have been captives of our beloved Master Pyriel, the Lord of our own private world, for months now. We live in the lowest level of a high tower, and are taken care of in all necessary ways.. Our only rules are that we may never cover our bodies, we may never leave, and we may never please each other, in any way, without Master Pyriel’s consent.

But Danyael knows how much I long for his touch on my skin, for his breath on my neck and cheek, for his hair wrapped about my milky skin like a blanket.

I pull myself up, bringing him with me, and run my tounge accross his velvet lips. I can feel his miniature fangs through them and it drives me mad to taste his blood.. to have him taste mine.
We are half vampyres. Not strong enough to hunt on our own or to dare challenge Pyriel, yet our craving for blood is strong, and we seek it out, yearn for it at every opportunity.
Danyael gives in to his forbidden desires, grasping me by the hair, close to my scalp, and kisses me deeply and passionately.
He pulls me onto his lap, straddling him, and runs his nails down my back, sending waves of heat and pain from my shoulders to my knees. I love every moment of it.
I feel his cold, throbbing cock rub against my pubic bone, I want him inside me so badly..The heat is what I crave..Our bodies do not produce it the way yours do.. We must create the heat through friction and desperate thrusting..
My mouth finds his neck as he slips himself inside my body, and I drink from him slowly as he begins his deadly rhythm..
His teeth sink gently into the skin below my collar bone and he tastes my blood, giving him a rush of exhiliration as he begins squeezing me tighter and pounding his marble cock inside me.

“What is this?” I hear the dangerously quiet growl of our Master from the door.
I hadn’t even heard it open, I’d been so entranced in Danyael’s mouth and body..

I threw myself off of Danyael and onto my knees on the floor, head bowed with my hands behind my back.
A glance to the side told me Danyael had done the same.

“Why is it, my pets, that you cannot control yourselves without me? Do you require so much discipline?”

“Yes Master Pyriel. We deserve whatever you ask of us” we replied in unison.
Heads still bowed, hands clasped behind our backs, we waited for our punishment.

“Come to me Danyael” I heard Master Pyriel whisper.

Danyael rose and walked to him, hands behind his back, head down. He stopped precisely one foot in front of our master and there he knelt again.
“I beg your forgiveness Master, and welcome your command” His harmonious voice gave me chills and I could still taste his blood on my lips, he sounded strong, yet resigned to please Pyriel.

Master Pyriel placed a purely white hand upon Danyael’s head, and stroked his hair, just as I had done moments before.

“Zarah seems infatuated with you, and your hair. Let’s see how she likes this” He gathered Danyael’s hair together above his head, and lifted him effortlessly off the ground, levitating himself and Danyael a few feet to the hook suspended there.
He proceeded to tie Danyael’s hair to the hook, and left him hanging there by it. Master Pyriel gracefully came back down, chuckling to himself at the work he had done.

“Zarah. Come to me” I heard my name on his lips and instinctively stood, walking to him the same way Danyael had done.

I knelt before him, as was expected, and spoke the required words, “I beg your forgiveness Master, and welcome your command”.

“You will go to Danyael. and you will whip him until I tell you to stop. If he makes a sound, you will whip him harder. If you make him bleed, I will whip you.”
He handed me the leather whip, studded and flayed at the end, and gestured with his eyes that it was time to begin.
Danyael hung there, eyes closed, hands still clasped behind his back, waiting for the icy slap of the leather on his skin. I wished he would open his eyes just for a moment, to see their piercing blue depths, to let him know I meant not what I was about to do.

I raised the whip and began my work, each blow making him twitch, some making him spin. I beat his legs, his thighs and buttocks, his back, shoulders and torso. And he never uttered a sound. I could see his blood stained tears dripping from his chin. I don’t know how long it went on.
Master Pyriel came to me, taking the whip from my hand and looking into my teary eyes. I hated to hurt my Danyael and He knew it.

This was the worst he could have done to me, worse than hanging and beating me.

Master Pyriel lifted himself back up to Danyael, gently untied his long black hair from the hook, and placed him gently on the ground.
Danyael rolled onto his hands and knees, catching his breath and resting his aching neck as I stood watching, and longing to comfort him again.. I only prayed to the gods that Pyriel did’nt take him in front of me tonight, I’d had enough already.
My prayers went unheeded.
Master Pyriel knelt behind Danyael and motioned me to come to him. He disrobed slowly, handing me each article of clothing and expecting me to stand there patiently and hold it for him while he worked.

His large cock was fully erect as he admired the quickly fading lash-marks on Danyael’s body. He grabbed him by the hips and entered him in a swift, rough motion.

Danyael’s head whipped up as he stifled a cry and I felt his pain, his pleasure, and humiliation as he glanced at me.
This was my fault and I should be punished , not him. I watched helplessly as Pyriel rammed his icy shaft deep into Danyael, using his hair as a handhold, thrusting and growling in his inhuman tone.
As much as I wanted to be punished instead of Danyael, I still felt unbelievably aroused. I stood there watching and gently squirming, aching for even a small release.
Danyael cried out, he couldnt contain it, as he climaxed even through the searing pain.
“NO!” cried Master Pyriel. “I did NOT give you permission to come! Zarah, clean this mess up” he snarled at me.
I obediently placed his clothes in a neat pile and knelt next to Danyael as Pyriel pulled him upright on his knees, still buried deep inside him.
I crawled around in front of them and began licking the bloody cum from Danyael’s engorged shaft and balls.
As I licked and sucked and grazed him with my girlish fangs, Pyriel continued to pound him from behind, his pace growing more frantic, more fevered. Poor Danyael was in agony, he had already climaxed and he was so sensetive, yet I wasn’t allowed to stop torturing his cock and balls with my mouth.

Pyriel tensed and snarled loudly as he came inside Danyael’s tight ass, holding him tightly by the throat with one hand and around the waist with the other.
He gave me a glance to move away and retrieve his clothes for him, and I obeyed.

As Master Pyriel dressed himself, Danyael and I knelt there together, waiting for any command.

“Both of you dirty little bitches will remain here, on your knees, until I ret
urn” he said. And he left the room. He left us to our own devices and desires. Maybe to test us. To see if we could resist each other again after the treatment we h
ad just recieved.
And maybe we will resist. Maybe he won’t look at me with those magnificent eyes, maybe he won’t chew his hair in that inhumanly sexy way he does when he’s nervous.. maybe…maybe.