Velvet Cataclysm (Princes of the Underground 1)

Teslar had smiled. “Then that’s where you’ll get it once we’re together forever,” he’d murmured before he’d tucked his big cock back into his clothing, climbed back onto the couch, and expertly attended to the erection Elliot had acquired while staring at the most magnificent cock Elliot had envisioned in his wildest fantasies.

Yeah, anything, Elliot thought as Teslar’s firm lips bumped against his shaven testicles in an insanely rapid rhythm. Who wouldn’t risk death if there was even the slimmest chance of living in this carnal heaven with this beautiful God forever? He bucked his hips and cried out as his seed poured into Teslar’s throat once again.

Christ, a one in ten shot was excellent odds, when Teslar’s singular brand of love was the prize.

Teslar slid his tongue over the crown of Elliot’s cock, hungry for the taste of his vitessence to spread on his tongue. When the full flavor of it penetrated his brain, he scowled around the young man’s cock.

Flat. Too much lust. Too much adoration. Too much need.

Not enough fear.

He hadn’t prepared hi

m adequately for the Final Embrace. True, he’d described the process in detail in the past, licked Elliot’s sweat and tears hungrily while he’d trembled in anguish and fear.

As always, Teslar had longed to take blood then. At this point in his victim’s preparation process, it was excruciatingly difficult to abstain. He failed one out of two times and drained his victim completely with his mouth. But now that Teslar knew about the powers of the combination of the crystal room, the willing sacrifice, and the automatic pneumatic exsanguinator, he became increasingly disappointed with himself when he succumbed to blood too soon. When he did so, he felt no better than a callow human boy, spilling his seed after a woman touched his cock for ten seconds.

It made him proud to know he could abstain when he chose. Saint wasn’t so superior to him after all.

Teslar needed the extra edge of power now that he’d witnessed the miracle of the woman and the boy. Something strange had happened to him in the moment when he’d looked into the female’s green eyes and bathed in her powerful vitessence.

He’d glimpsed his destiny.

Since then, Teslar had become consumed with one thought—he needed to grow strong enough to take Saint’s prizes for himself.

Elliot grunted in misery when Teslar abruptly popped his cock out of the tight seal of his lips.

“What… Why do you look so sad?” Elliot asked.

“I am doing you an injustice. You don’t understand the full impact of the sacrifice that you are making, Elliot. There is a ninety percent chance you will be dead after tonight.”

Elliot sat up on his elbows, obviously wild with concern when he saw the paroxysm of grief on Teslar’s face.

“I know how much you worry about losing me, Master.”

Teslar grabbed Elliot’s wrist when the young man tried to reach to touch his hair. He forced a smile to hide his abrupt halting gesture. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was to have a slave touch his mane. Unlike humans, his hair was alive. It made him shake with pleasure to have it stroked.

It seemed so indecent, somehow, to allow a slave to control him if only for a moment; to let a subservient see him shudder in bliss.

“I want to take the chance, Teslar. More than anything. I’d die inside knowing I’d been too much of a coward to risk being with you.”

Teslar endured as Elliot used his forefinger to tenderly wipe a tear from his cheek. Why did humans always mention this nauseating concept of dying inside? How ludicrous. It made him want to laugh every time he heard it, which would have been a most unfortunate loss of control at such a crucial moment.

Luckily, Teslar secreted tears as easily as blinking. For him, it was a matter of simple muscular control. It had always amused him, those first years on Earth that he’d spent with Saint, to learn that his clone could not produce tears. Only the blood of his prey ever escaped his eyes.

Pitiful.

Teslar sighed regretfully. “I suppose if you are determined to continue, we should proceed then.” Elliot’s hand froze in his hair and Teslar knew precisely what he was thinking. He’d hoped that Teslar would bring him to climax several more times before the Final Embrace.

The greedy little bastard.

But Elliot’s semen had gone flat, and Teslar was anxious to move onto much richer, tastier fare. He’d harvested Elliot so carefully after all, and he was impatient for his feast.

He smiled and kissed the young man’s muscular abdomen. It would be all right if he survived the Final Embrace, for he was a handsome one. He sensed Elliot’s veins constricting with fear, heard the desperate thumping of a heart that knew it was about to beat no more. Teslar urged him off the couch. Elliot stumbled as they walked across the room, but Teslar steadied him before helping him up onto a medical table.

“Now, I’ve told you how this works several times,” Teslar murmured as he rolled the pneumatic exsanguinator closer and chose a cuff from one of the drawers, setting it beside a trembling Elliot. “But, before we begin, you must look in my eyes and solemnly swear once again that this is what you choose. If you mean to sacrifice yourself willingly, declare it now.”

“I swear that I sacrifice my life willingly if it means there is a chance I will be with you forever,” Elliot said shakily.