Ancient Blood- Masters and Servants

by Dora Esquivel

  He seized the man’s thick wrist, struggling to lessen Lucien’s crushing hold on his face. But no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn’t diminish Lucien’s grip. Speaking was going to be difficult since he couldn’t move his lower jaw, and his tongue was pancaked to the roof of his mouth. Dribble spilled out from the side of his pinched lips. Pain spread in raw, undulating waves up his jawline, temple, and head.

  “Look at me, Gabriel. After tonight, you will rise above these humans. You will be a king among these fragile mortals. You will rule by my side for thousands of years, by my side for eternity.”

  Bits of memories were coming back to him from last year. Lucien was the black beast from his nightmares, a werewolf, and the man who had fucked him last year. He had given this man a blowjob too. This was his dream lover. He trembled as memories flooded his mind.

  “You’re the asshole, you killed the … thing— get off of me!” Gabriel yelled in alarm as he tried to pull himself free from Lucien’s grasp.

  As Lucien released his jaw, jagged, pointy nails pierced through his jeans. Claws. Eyes wide, razor-sharp nails punctured his skin. The pain was acute and penetrating as Lucien slowly and painstakingly kept sinking his talons into Gabriel’s thigh. Blood bloomed around his injury as it seeped down his leg.

  Chapter Six

  Lucien

  “DON’T FORGET YOUR PLACE. You are below my station. You are my creation, molded after my desires and needs. I’ve waited too long for this gift. I spent my first five hundred years as a slave to the demons who murdered my father and mother; it was a brutal existence. The next five hundred I spent with Sargon. He is my lord and master, just as he is to you. Do you understand that there is nothing on this earth that would ever make me let go of you? I’m not an asshole, but I am your alpha and master; do you understand?”

  Gabriel winced and gulped for more air. His boy was having a hard time with the truth. How he wished Sargon had not punished him for a year. He could have claimed his mate a year ago. Instead, Sargon had reintroduced him to being a good servant. His master had been brutal in those lessons.

  Sargon told him he would have his mate soon, and if he expected Gabriel to survive in their world, his mate would need to know his place. Lucien would need to be firm in his discipline of Gabriel. Any weakness Gabriel showed would reflect on himself and Sargon. Weakness to vampires was like catnip. Damn bloodsuckers!

  “Look, I don’t want any part of this, you’re … a … fucking monster … a creature. You fucking ripped whatever-the-fuck thing’s head clean off last year. I remember you. I don’t want to be your goddamn mate or whatever the hell game this is. I— ”

  Lucien’s lips ghosted over Gabriel’s. Gabriel tried to jerk away from his feathery kiss. Lucien looked from Gabriel’s parted mouth to his glinting eyes. Sweet, honeyed lips. So close. Too close as he breathed in his heady masculine scent, a swirling mix of earth and musk on his man’s darker skin.

  “Do you know why you feel like this— needy and wanting me to kiss and touch you even though you are scared, confused, and in anguish?” Lucien whispered into his mate’s parted lips and slowly bit down on the plump lower lip, hearing Gabriel moan unintentionally.

  “Look down at your hand, Gabriel.”

  He watched as Gabriel looked down at his broken hand. Gabriel’s hand had been restored back to normal. His mate’s face swirled with conflicting emotions; he could read them clearly. Fear, surprise, shock, astonishment, and disbelief flickered over Gabriel’s stunning features.

  “But how? You crushed my hand. I felt a searing pain. I watched you. I …”

  Lucien put his finger up to Gabriel’s lips to quiet him. “I have told you the truth already. Your memories have been restored so you know the truth of what you are and what I am. You are in transition, and I am here to claim you and finish your shift. Did you not wonder why humans, male and female, always wanted to fuck you? Why they had no control when they met you? Why you always needed sex?

  “Did you really think it was because you couldn’t come? You fed off their lusts, and they sated your hunger. They are nothing but food for you. They feed your need for violence, blood, and sex. You are pure desire to them, and they can’t resist you. You can fuck them to death, and they will still want you. That’s how powerful you are. You are part demon. An Incubus.”

  Slowly, understanding dawned over Gabriel’s face. Lucien could see his mate was struggling with the truths of what he was, of what he had done, and of what he would become. His mate was again being stubborn as he shook his head. Lucien didn’t want to explain this whole hybrid/mate thing again. Why couldn’t Gabriel just accept his fate?

  Consumed again with feelings of want, Lucien wanted this man on his knees. Lucien wanted to touch him, inflict pain on him, and ultimately make Gabriel submit to his will. Sensations of possessiveness ran throughout his body like water bursting through a dam, forcefully drowning him in Gabriel’s scent.

  “I can’t be one of those things. I have a mother, a brother, a life, you can’t …”

  Angry at Gabriel’s denial, Lucien snapped at him, “Get this through your thick skull— because obviously, you want to test my patience— the first lesson was that I hate repeating myself. But in your case, I seem to be repeating myself with every other sentence. You are my mate. I own you. You belong to me. Tonight, you will leave with me. And if you continue to refuse to believe me, I will prove to you just how much I really hate repeating myself again. This time, you will listen and do as I say. I’ve had enough of your bullshit. Now, spread your legs for me and, Gabriel, don’t make me repeat myself or this time, I will break your leg.”

  Lucien eyed Gabriel as his mate fought his questions and began to obey. After a few seconds of hesitation, Gabriel finally spread his legs. Gabriel’s fat cock outlined hard against the tight black denim of Gabriel’s jeans.

  Smiling, Lucien warned, “You are feeding off my essence. I can kill you in ecstasy. I can bend you at my will, open any and all dark wishes. The way you beg and plead, the way you spread your legs for me is all because of my essence. If I kept this up, you would not survive. You have a little of this power yourself. You must have noticed how people acted towards you. Friends and family imagining you bent over a sofa as they enter you over and over. Longtime friends that now never come by because their bodies betray them. Even your mother dreams of that thick meat between your legs. Have you not noticed how she’s been working more hours, desperately trying to avoid you at all costs? Oh, her shame when she goes to church, a sinner for wanting her son.”

  Another nail slammed through Gabriel’s doubt. There was serious humiliation in those deep chocolate eyes as the truth finally sank into Gabriel’s head. Lucien’s passion was mounting uncontrollably. Agonizing desire throbbed between his legs. Panting uncontrollably, his breathing hurt, his cock was agonizingly swollen, liquid dripped down his shaft, down his balls. He had expected a whole different scenario when he had finally claimed his mate.

  “You can stop this change, can’t you? You can stop me from feeling this lost and uncontrolled? Make it stop, make all of it stop. I can— you are all over me. I am drowning in you,” Gabriel pleaded.

  Sensing Gabriel moving closer to him, engulfing him, Lucien’s eyes zeroed in on Gabriel’s face, his mate’s features sorrowful but accepting. Gabriel was slowly accepting some of his truths, his essence influencing him just like Gabriel’s was doing to him. The guy’s presence was like a physical assault on all his senses. Battering his mind and body like rough ocean waters, his own skin-tight, unbearably tight.

  “Do you understand now? This is just a small fraction of my demon powers. I feed off sexual energy. I can also amplify sexual energy for humans at a cost, most die. I’m still learning about my new powers. It’s a great party trick for most other vampires and werewolves since their desires are more primal,” Lucien stated nonchalantly.

  “I understand some of what you are saying. Let me get this right; you bit me and turned me int
o some halfling, a werewolf with demon powers, a sexual monster. I prey on people like they are my own personal fast-food chicken McNuggets. Then, I affect or assault people with sexual energy, so they can’t resist me and so I can feed off their spirit like a dog sucking off marrow from a bone. These changes are permanent, and I have no say so. I am to call you master and obey all your commands. You left me alone for a year, choking on my own remorse and misery as my whole life turned into one sinful act of sexual wants and desire. You left me unable to come, unable to control these cravings. What about the werewolf part? I haven’t turned into some beast and I swear, Lucien, if I would have harmed my family in any way …”

  Lucien waved his hand in a halting motion. He was pleasantly surprised when Gabriel shut up at his order.

  “I admit the way you make it sound, makes it all look quite unappealing, and I did abandon you. We all must obey someone, and I was ordered to leave you alone for a year because I disobeyed Sargon. The punishment wasn’t against you but against me. Not being able to claim and have you for a year was insufferable, I assure you. Plus, I didn’t leave you alone; my second in command watched over you.”

  Mouth agape, Gabriel said, “You spied on me?”

  Chapter Seven

  Gabriel

  HIS VOICE WAS SHRILL, not the way he wanted to convey his irritation about all this. How the hell was he supposed to act? So much of what Lucien told him made sense, everything he had gone through, the constant hunger, his quick recoveries from physical injuries, and all the odd behaviors he had witnessed from others. It made sense, but inside, he was still fighting the truth. His body accepted it, but his mind didn’t.

  “I can see you are still unwilling to accept what you are and what this all means.”

  The air was getting denser. Lucien’s eyes were glowing now, and startled gasps and moans traveled from across the bar and casino. Lust was rearing its ugly head, and the hunger he always had intensified ten-fold.

  “Since you don’t want to believe or accept your fate, then let me demonstrate for you exactly what I am.”

  “Please don’t,” Gabriel pleaded. “My mom is working here tonight, don’t harm her. Please.”

  Gabriel’s mind was still unsteady from Lucien’s effects. He could fight it off to an extent, but Lucien was too powerful. Some of the fogginess was lifting, so he looked around. Everyone in the small casino had been affected. Some customers were already naked, while others were in compromising positions, panicked faces searching out other panicked expressions. Several patrons were on the floor, masturbating and lusting over people or objects.

  He searched for his mother and couldn’t find her. There were wails, grunts, and screams surrounding him. People were desperate with sexual hunger. Their eyes hollowed out and red. He had seen something like this before, last year at the fight.

  Lucien grabbed him by his hair and walked him over to the casino side. Jason, the bartender, was sucking on some old guy’s cock, both men looked pained and desperate.

  “Look around you, Gabriel. Do you see all these hopeless fools as I feed off their carnal pleasures? The more hopeless and needier they become, the more powerful I get. And I’m not going to stop until nothing remains but dust. I am going to finish off all two hundred people in this casino so you will finally understand what I am and what you are.”

  Despondent, he searched for his mother. Panic froze his heart when he couldn’t find her. “No, don’t do this, Lucien. I believe you. I believe. My mother, she’s here. I am begging you, don’t do this.”

  Pain and numbness hurt the back of his head from the awkward angle Lucien held him. He was going to kill everyone. Remembering what Lucien wanted to hear, he tried pleading again. “Master, please don’t kill everyone here. I will leave with you.”

  There was stillness between them as Lucien’s eyes bore into his face, scrutinizing him. He dared not speak, afraid of what Lucien would do with his demon powers. He didn’t want anyone to get murdered because of him.

  “It is too late for them, they are already dying, but I am pleased to hear master come from your lips. This is another lesson. You are no longer human; they are your food. You need to understand this. We do not care for humans, and you will learn to kill as easily as I do and not feel sorry for them.”

  “Fuck you! You’ve condemned my mother; I will make you pay for this.”

  A sinister smile spread across Lucien’s face. “There’s that mouth again. It seems that’s all you can say. Well, it’s not I who will get fucked, but you.” Lucien squeezed and spread his ass through his jeans.

  Lucien let go of his hair and ass suddenly. Gabriel rubbed the back of his head. Lucien was right, he couldn’t fight Lucien and he had no real power in this. All he could do was watch the horror show before him. His heart was heavy as people wasted away; squeals and grunts filled the gambling house as people died and shriveled up into black dust. Some looked like the ash bodies from Pompeii he had seen when he had traveled there, frozen faces forever locked in eternal damnation.

  “Once I’m fed, we will be leaving; do you understand?”

  Gabriel nodded. What other choice did he have? His mind raced with escape possibilities, but nothing seemed to end correctly in his mind. There was no escaping Lucien. He wouldn’t give up, he had to find a way to escape this crazy nightmare or kill the bastard somehow. He had mentioned he had enemies.

  “Did you forget your place again, Gabriel? Address me properly: either Master, Sir, or Alpha will do.”

  Gabriel bit down on the lewd response that almost came out of his mouth and coolly answered, “Yes, Alpha.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lucien

  LUCIEN WAS SATISFIED by his mate’s sincere attempt at being compliant. He still gave Sargon hell, occasionally, and his master was certainly going to give him hell for getting him in trouble with Sumuel. Gabriel needed to understand where he belonged in his world.

  He looked down at Gabriel’s lips, curved like an archer’s bow, firm and rough. Lucien liked their pomegranate color, moist and dewy. He had enjoyed smearing his seed on them and remembered how they glistened in the moonlight. With an arched brow, Lucien drew himself up and cocked his head sideways.

  “I cannot wait any longer. On your knees, now,” Lucien ordered as he unzipped his pants and drew out his dick.

  Gabriel balked at first, stunned at the unexpected request. Reluctantly, he kneeled slowly down to the carpet and looked up at Lucien.

  Curiously, Lucien eyed his powerfully-built male on his knees in front of him, making him delirious with desire. There was an unexplainable bond between them that even he couldn’t put words to. His wolf was hungry, and his demon seemed satisfied with Gabriel’s physicality and submission. His two halves working together felt surprisingly calming. Most of the time, both sides were competing for dominance, leaving him tired and irritable.

  “Do I need to instruct you on how to use your pretty mouth on my cock? You weren’t shy last year. Suck on it, now.”

  Gabriel nudged his cock with his tongue, a sliver of pink stabbed his slit and Lucien groaned. A whole year he had been fucking waiting for his mate’s warm, wet mouth. Gabriel’s tongue slowly caressed the ridge under his head and the feeling was driving Lucien wild. He needed more but was content to let Gabriel lead for now.

  Slowly, Gabriel wrapped his heated tongue around his dick while using his other hand to grab and squeeze his balls. The dual sensations made Lucien’s hip jerk involuntary towards Gabriel’s moist mouth.

  “Fuck, boy, you feel good. Put all of my cock in your mouth and suck me dry,” he urged on as Gabriel slowly swallowed his dick deep into his throat. Gabriel’s mouth was just as he remembered, and he almost came as Gabe inhaled him deeper.

  “You look so fucking hot right now with my whole dick down your throat,” Lucien moaned as he grabbed the sides of Gabriel’s head and face-fucked his mate.

  Gabriel slurped and heaved as he deep-throated Lucien. Gabriel’s throat muscle
s contracted as his mate struggled to breathe. Gabriel’s nose was on his pubes and was desperately clawing at his legs as he held Gabriel’s tightly against his body.

  Lucien loosened his hold on Gabriel and gave him a few seconds to breathe before he went back to brutally slamming his dick down Gabriel’s throat.

  “I could spend all day in your mouth, baby. One day, I will have to try that out.” He was close to coming and he didn’t want to hold back.

  “Squeeze your throat around my cock, just like that, swallow my cum.”

  He came with such a force that he temporarily blacked out. His whole body tingled with sensations.

  Slowly, he pulled out his cock from Gabriel’s throat. Gabriel was heaving in as much air as he could, his eyes watery, and there was a look of disdain in those same eyes.

  Lucien laughed at Gabriel’s defiance. “The last man that looked at me with such scorn, I face-fucked him in a casino.”

  “You son of a bitch, you left my throat raw and I couldn’t breathe.”

  Lucien rolled his eyes. He could smell Gabriel’s leaking cock; the man was just as turned on by the rough abuse as Lucien was giving it.

  “It’s time to go, Gabriel, and start your new life.”

  Gabriel’s body rose slowly as he wiped his mouth with his hand. His mate was once again being hesitant. Lucien could tell that Gabriel was going to protest them leaving. His patience was wearing thin at the stubbornness and will of his servant. He was also rapidly becoming incensed at his mate’s indecisiveness. Lucien had just fed and had gotten an amazing blowjob, now Gabriel planned to ruin his good mood.