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Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass

Beta: Ilye

chapter four

Prague, 2011

The room was lit by a flash of lightning, and then the room rumbled with the sound of thunder. The man that straddled David's lap, his back to the fledgling vampire, wore an expression of dazed lust. His mind contained only one thought: please the creature behind him. It was a thought Maglor had placed in the human after his own initial seduction.

Now, Maglor sat in an oversized chair across from the bed, nude and hard, but still and silent. His fingers were steepled in front of his lips as he gazed steadily at the bed, watching with prideful pleasure as David's erect cock plunged again into the tight, welcoming heat of his willing companion. He was inside David's mind, but still outside it, watching as well as participating. His body only knew the feel of new hunger scorching his veins, but it was his control he exerted on David, forcing his lover to prolong the moment of feeding.

David's hand reached around the man riding him to grasp the thickness bobbing freely in time to their movements. Maglor licked his lips and leaned forward, his own hunger surfacing.

Let him fuck you, Maglor whispered into David's fevered brain. Yes, like that. Use your other hand to guide his head back to rest on your shoulder. He watched David do as he was instructed, and the man's head lolled backward and to the side, exposing the thick artery in his neck. A stab of need shot through Maglor when David's hazel eyes met his over the creamy shoulder that moved up and down in an ever increasing rhythm.

Maglor, David sent out on a raw burst of power, the thought incomplete but the sense of ravenous craving conveyed through the brief word. David was now becoming acquainted with the bottomless emptiness the hunger presented, a need that demanded fulfilment with such a powerful intensity that it could drive one insane.

Maglor sent out a wordless thought, meant to soothe and calm David. If he attacked the vulnerable throat in his frenzy, the death the man would suffer would hold no pleasure. Our fangs are sharp. No need to rear back, to pounce like a cat. Rest your lips on his throat, feel his rapid heartbeat, and then press forward. His heart is racing, my love, and the blood will flow as if a dam has been opened. Yes, like that, Maglor praised as David pressed his lips to the pulsing artery under the flushed flesh. Bite! Maglor commanded with a firm push from his mind, his fangs aching with the sensation of David's cutting through the thin barrier of skin and meat that protected the conduit of life and sustenance.

David's mouth flooded with the copper flavoured fluid, almost as thin as water. His surprise registered with Maglor, but went unnoticed. The elder vampire was caught up in his own enjoyment, his senses dominated by the squeeze of an ass around his shaft, and the sweetness of blood spurting down his throat with each heartbeat of his victim. The man's body was bowed back, his eyes glazed as his mind was assaulted by the pleasurable contentment David radiated while he sated the wild beast now residing inside him. With another absentminded jerk of David's hand, the man came, his heart faltering under the strain of feeding and release.

Enough, David, Maglor prodded, the fog that surrounded him clearing as David's hunger eased. When David did not cease feeding, continued to draw heavy draughts from the bruised and savaged throat, Maglor came to David's side. He gripped his lover's hair and pulled, prying David's mouth from the man, meeting the young vampire's savage growl with one of his own. I said enough!

"I still hunger!" David almost sobbed, not understanding the gnawing and burning in his body.

"You cannot feed until the heart stops," Maglor warned. "They should never suffer the horror of such a death. Leave them their bliss, their pleasure; allow them that dignity. You owe your kill that much in exchange for their life."

David's chest heaved as he swallowed gulps of air, his eyes wild as he continued to thrust into the limp body atop of him. Maglor mounted the bed, pushing the man's body off of David and onto the floor.

"I thought you said we should give them dignity," David rasped out.

Maglor grinned as he took David's cock in his hand. "Yes, we should. While they can enjoy it. This one, alas, will never know the difference. Remember, before the heart stops, dearest." He bent his head, sucking the plump crown of David's shaft into his mouth. David moaned loudly, sinking his fingers into the dark mass of Maglor's hair, his grip sure and firm as he shoved Maglor down onto his desire. Maglor relaxed his jaw and throat, taking David as deep as possible each time he forced Maglor's head down. His own arousal was painful, and Maglor thrust against the smoothness of the bedsheets.

Blood rushing through his body, his sexual need paramount, David only cared that there was a warm, wet orifice to accept him. He bucked up near the end, yanked on Maglor's hair to lift the elder vampire's head from his erupting cock. With a new sense of perverse pleasure, David watched as his seed dribbled down Maglor's chin from his open mouth, his fangs glistening with spittle and semen. Maglor's body shook with his own orgasm, the sheets under him becoming sticky as he spent himself mindlessly.

The glow that had lit David's eyes dimmed as lust and hunger were both fed, sated, and he fell back against the soiled bedsheets with a loud sigh. Maglor could not find the inclination within him to change the sheets; he crawled up from the cooling patch of seed to wrap his body around his lover's. David turned his head, his heavy-lidded gaze full of wonder.

"Sleep," Maglor murmured in the quiet of their room. It took only moments for their hearts to slow, and their minds to be swept under the tide of dreams.

He moaned.

How he knew this, he wasn't sure, but Maglor knew that the sound echoing in the room was his plaintive plea for more. He clawed his way up from the blissful oblivion of sleep, achingly hard as he thrust into the tight, hot hand around him. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness of the dark just before dawn, and in the space of two heartbeats had assessed the situation.

In their sleep, their positions had been reversed. Maglor now lay on his right side with David spooning him from behind. David's hand stroked his rigid flesh while the new vampire's long, slender erection slid easily between the crevice of Maglor's buttocks.

"David," Maglor groaned as his lover teased the head of his cock with his thumb. "What is it you hope to accomplish?"

David's breath was hot, smelling of the sweet tangy of blood, as he spoke close to Maglor's ear. "For years you have had my body, in any and every way your twisted mind could conjure. I only desire to have your body in a most traditional, acceptable way."

"You expect me to let you put your cock up my ass?" Maglor asked, the edge of his arousal taken off by the request.

"In such crude terms, yes. God, Maglor, were you always so vulgar?" David scoffed.

Maglor shrugged as he grinned to himself. "I grew up in a family of eight males and only one female. And Mother could curse with the best of them."

David nuzzled the side of Maglor's neck, nipping playfully with his new teeth. "Please, lover. I ask it this once, in this position, on this night."

Another moan was wrung from Maglor's lips as David used his other hand to touch the sensitive flesh around his entrance. "Very well," he said softly, his heart beginning to beat swiftly in anticipation. "But don't get used to it; I have no intention of bending over for your benefit often."

"All right. Either you can shut up and hand me the KY, or I can simply part your perky backside and shove myself inside." David chuckled. "It's your choice."

Maglor paused, placing a finger to his lips. "Hmm. Enjoyment or torment. Such choices!" David slapped the elder vampire's hip as Maglor snatched the gel from the nightstand. "Be generous," he warned when David opened the tube. He hissed when the cold gel was pressed into his very hot body. "Would you just get on with it, David? Some of us don't have an eternity."

"Not present," David teased. He lifted Maglor's leg, draping it over his own and exposing the tender area to his eager sex.

Maglor flinched involuntarily as David pushed himself into his tight passage. He tried not to clench his muscles, knowing it would only make the act more painful, but his body didn't seem to agree. When David paused, Maglor ground out, "By all that is holy, just shove!"

Which David did.

Had Maglor needed to breathe, he was certain that he would have perished. The pain was acute and immediate as David seated himself fully, and Maglor questioned where his sanity had fled to when he agreed to this. David's hand, still slick with the gel, returned to Maglor's softening cock, and stroked with trembling fingers. Maglor understood that, while the sensation he enjoyed was painful fullness, David enjoyed velvet tightness.

Damn being on the receiving end. He didn't remember it being so uncomfortable when Maedhros rutted with him in various fields and tents. And they hadn't even had the luxury of lubrication!

Then David moved, and Maglor remembered.

The steady slide of hard flesh through a narrow, tightened channel was wonderful. He could feel every inch of David inside him, pressing through the soft inner muscles, gripped by the clutching ring; it seemed as if his body craved the thickness, clung to it when David withdrew and opened as he thrust forward. Maglor was soon lost to rhythm they created with shaft and fist, his head turned awkwardly so that their lips could meet as their bodies did.

When their lusts were slaked, and seed again cooled on bodies and bedclothes, Maglor groaned. He shifted on his back, his backside throbbing in the wake of David's loving. Turning his darkest gaze upon his lover, he glared at David's self-satisfied, smirking face. "I was going to be generous and clean up the room in the morning. After that, you can just clean up after yourself."

"You?" David said in mock-shock. "Clean up?"

"Well," Maglor began as he folded his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling, "I was going to be kind enough to inform Erestor that the room needed to be cleaned..."


	Navigation multi-story arcs previous next		Trin Genedril: Through the Looking Glass Beta: Ilye chapter four Prague, 2011 The room was lit by a flash of lightning, and then the room rumbled with the sound of thunder. The man that straddled David's lap, his back to the fledgling vampire, wore an expression of dazed lust. His mind contained only one thought: please the creature behind him. It was a thought Maglor had placed in the human after his own initial seduction. Now, Maglor sat in an oversized chair across from the bed, nude and hard, but still and silent. His fingers were steepled in front of his lips as he gazed steadily at the bed, watching with prideful pleasure as David's erect cock plunged again into the tight, welcoming heat of his willing companion. He was inside David's mind, but still outside it, watching as well as participating. His body only knew the feel of new hunger scorching his veins, but it was his control he exerted on David, forcing his lover to prolong the moment of feeding. David's hand reached around the man riding him to grasp the thickness bobbing freely in time to their movements. Maglor licked his lips and leaned forward, his own hunger surfacing. Let him fuck you, Maglor whispered into David's fevered brain. Yes, like that. Use your other hand to guide his head back to rest on your shoulder. He watched David do as he was instructed, and the man's head lolled backward and to the side, exposing the thick artery in his neck. A stab of need shot through Maglor when David's hazel eyes met his over the creamy shoulder that moved up and down in an ever increasing rhythm. Maglor, David sent out on a raw burst of power, the thought incomplete but the sense of ravenous craving conveyed through the brief word. David was now becoming acquainted with the bottomless emptiness the hunger presented, a need that demanded fulfilment with such a powerful intensity that it could drive one insane. Maglor sent out a wordless thought, meant to soothe and calm David. If he attacked the vulnerable throat in his frenzy, the death the man would suffer would hold no pleasure. Our fangs are sharp. No need to rear back, to pounce like a cat. Rest your lips on his throat, feel his rapid heartbeat, and then press forward. His heart is racing, my love, and the blood will flow as if a dam has been opened. Yes, like that, Maglor praised as David pressed his lips to the pulsing artery under the flushed flesh. Bite! Maglor commanded with a firm push from his mind, his fangs aching with the sensation of David's cutting through the thin barrier of skin and meat that protected the conduit of life and sustenance. David's mouth flooded with the copper flavoured fluid, almost as thin as water. His surprise registered with Maglor, but went unnoticed. The elder vampire was caught up in his own enjoyment, his senses dominated by the squeeze of an ass around his shaft, and the sweetness of blood spurting down his throat with each heartbeat of his victim. The man's body was bowed back, his eyes glazed as his mind was assaulted by the pleasurable contentment David radiated while he sated the wild beast now residing inside him. With another absentminded jerk of David's hand, the man came, his heart faltering under the strain of feeding and release. Enough, David, Maglor prodded, the fog that surrounded him clearing as David's hunger eased. When David did not cease feeding, continued to draw heavy draughts from the bruised and savaged throat, Maglor came to David's side. He gripped his lover's hair and pulled, prying David's mouth from the man, meeting the young vampire's savage growl with one of his own. I said enough! "I still hunger!" David almost sobbed, not understanding the gnawing and burning in his body. "You cannot feed until the heart stops," Maglor warned. "They should never suffer the horror of such a death. Leave them their bliss, their pleasure; allow them that dignity. You owe your kill that much in exchange for their life." David's chest heaved as he swallowed gulps of air, his eyes wild as he continued to thrust into the limp body atop of him. Maglor mounted the bed, pushing the man's body off of David and onto the floor. "I thought you said we should give them dignity," David rasped out. Maglor grinned as he took David's cock in his hand. "Yes, we should. While they can enjoy it. This one, alas, will never know the difference. Remember, before the heart stops, dearest." He bent his head, sucking the plump crown of David's shaft into his mouth. David moaned loudly, sinking his fingers into the dark mass of Maglor's hair, his grip sure and firm as he shoved Maglor down onto his desire. Maglor relaxed his jaw and throat, taking David as deep as possible each time he forced Maglor's head down. His own arousal was painful, and Maglor thrust against the smoothness of the bedsheets. Blood rushing through his body, his sexual need paramount, David only cared that there was a warm, wet orifice to accept him. He bucked up near the end, yanked on Maglor's hair to lift the elder vampire's head from his erupting cock. With a new sense of perverse pleasure, David watched as his seed dribbled down Maglor's chin from his open mouth, his fangs glistening with spittle and semen. Maglor's body shook with his own orgasm, the sheets under him becoming sticky as he spent himself mindlessly. The glow that had lit David's eyes dimmed as lust and hunger were both fed, sated, and he fell back against the soiled bedsheets with a loud sigh. Maglor could not find the inclination within him to change the sheets; he crawled up from the cooling patch of seed to wrap his body around his lover's. David turned his head, his heavy-lidded gaze full of wonder. "Sleep," Maglor murmured in the quiet of their room. It took only moments for their hearts to slow, and their minds to be swept under the tide of dreams. He moaned. How he knew this, he wasn't sure, but Maglor knew that the sound echoing in the room was his plaintive plea for more. He clawed his way up from the blissful oblivion of sleep, achingly hard as he thrust into the tight, hot hand around him. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness of the dark just before dawn, and in the space of two heartbeats had assessed the situation. In their sleep, their positions had been reversed. Maglor now lay on his right side with David spooning him from behind. David's hand stroked his rigid flesh while the new vampire's long, slender erection slid easily between the crevice of Maglor's buttocks. "David," Maglor groaned as his lover teased the head of his cock with his thumb. "What is it you hope to accomplish?" David's breath was hot, smelling of the sweet tangy of blood, as he spoke close to Maglor's ear. "For years you have had my body, in any and every way your twisted mind could conjure. I only desire to have your body in a most traditional, acceptable way." "You expect me to let you put your cock up my ass?" Maglor asked, the edge of his arousal taken off by the request. "In such crude terms, yes. God, Maglor, were you always so vulgar?" David scoffed. Maglor shrugged as he grinned to himself. "I grew up in a family of eight males and only one female. And Mother could curse with the best of them." David nuzzled the side of Maglor's neck, nipping playfully with his new teeth. "Please, lover. I ask it this once, in this position, on this night." Another moan was wrung from Maglor's lips as David used his other hand to touch the sensitive flesh around his entrance. "Very well," he said softly, his heart beginning to beat swiftly in anticipation. "But don't get used to it; I have no intention of bending over for your benefit often." "All right. Either you can shut up and hand me the KY, or I can simply part your perky backside and shove myself inside." David chuckled. "It's your choice." Maglor paused, placing a finger to his lips. "Hmm. Enjoyment or torment. Such choices!" David slapped the elder vampire's hip as Maglor snatched the gel from the nightstand. "Be generous," he warned when David opened the tube. He hissed when the cold gel was pressed into his very hot body. "Would you just get on with it, David? Some of us don't have an eternity." "Not present," David teased. He lifted Maglor's leg, draping it over his own and exposing the tender area to his eager sex. Maglor flinched involuntarily as David pushed himself into his tight passage. He tried not to clench his muscles, knowing it would only make the act more painful, but his body didn't seem to agree. When David paused, Maglor ground out, "By all that is holy, just shove!" Which David did. Had Maglor needed to breathe, he was certain that he would have perished. The pain was acute and immediate as David seated himself fully, and Maglor questioned where his sanity had fled to when he agreed to this. David's hand, still slick with the gel, returned to Maglor's softening cock, and stroked with trembling fingers. Maglor understood that, while the sensation he enjoyed was painful fullness, David enjoyed velvet tightness. Damn being on the receiving end. He didn't remember it being so uncomfortable when Maedhros rutted with him in various fields and tents. And they hadn't even had the luxury of lubrication! Then David moved, and Maglor remembered. The steady slide of hard flesh through a narrow, tightened channel was wonderful. He could feel every inch of David inside him, pressing through the soft inner muscles, gripped by the clutching ring; it seemed as if his body craved the thickness, clung to it when David withdrew and opened as he thrust forward. Maglor was soon lost to rhythm they created with shaft and fist, his head turned awkwardly so that their lips could meet as their bodies did. When their lusts were slaked, and seed again cooled on bodies and bedclothes, Maglor groaned. He shifted on his back, his backside throbbing in the wake of David's loving. Turning his darkest gaze upon his lover, he glared at David's self-satisfied, smirking face. "I was going to be generous and clean up the room in the morning. After that, you can just clean up after yourself." "You?" David said in mock-shock. "Clean up?" "Well," Maglor began as he folded his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling, "I was going to be kind enough to inform Erestor that the room needed to be cleaned..."