Ancient Blood- Masters and Servants

by Dora Esquivel

  Mine!

  Bach continued bobbing his head up down and rolling his balls tenderly. Gabriel growled out and grabbed more of Bach’s hair as he jackhammered Bach’s mouth frantically. Lucien’s huge arms embraced him from behind, as his alpha’s the monstrous dick tried entering his abused hole. He clenched his ass, but that only earned him a vicious slap.

  Slowly, Lucien’s length entered him, filling every inch of him. He hoped Lucien didn’t inject him with whatever he had done before. He had gone mad at the extreme feelings of intoxication, drowning in pure desire. He couldn’t think straight; all he wanted was sex. Fuck or get fucked, it didn’t matter. His appetite for the culmination of sex, fear, pain, hate, or anger, all of it, fed him, easing the hunger that gnaws at him constantly. It was getting harder to ignore the cold, hard truth that he was no longer human.

  Closing his eyes, Lucien’s massive head grazed his sensitive spot. Lucien was now in control of all of them. Lucien grunted loudly and brutality slammed into him, kicking Gabriel’s leg further apart. The fucking was savage as clawed fingers dug into his hips; if he had been human, Lucien would have broken his hips. The sliver of pain was another arousal he enjoyed.

  “You are so fucking tight, mate, your resistance makes me so hard. There is nothing you can deny me. I will wreck this ass of yours and show you that there is no part of you I cannot enter. Come,” Lucien growled out slamming his hips into Gabriel over and over.

  Gabriel screamed at the command; surprise overtook him as he came in Bach’s mouth. Eagerly, he impaled his hips; thrusting up with such force Bach’s teeth scraped the sensitive skin of his cock. He gave Bach a slight face slap, telling him to watch his teeth.

  Again, thick wads of semen filled Bach’s mouth and he still wasn’t done. Thick wads of cum combined with spit ran out of the corners of Bach’s mouth. The image was something he wanted to repeat again. Bach coughed and choked on his voluminous load. Another load with a year’s worth of bent up frustration drowned Bach’s mouth.

  His knees shook from his mind-blowing release. He had several more loads to give to Bach and that’s when he felt massive fangs pierce his throat, the bite making him come again. Lucien was still fucking him, drawing out his blood, while Bach kept sucking him dry.

  Sandwiched between two men, Gabriel couldn’t think. Again, a small cry screamed at him, to fight, to get out, this wasn’t right, but it was getting easier to ignore this cautionary voice. Lucien pulled hard at Gabriel’s carotid artery, sucking as much blood as he could. Gabriel heartbeat slowed, but he didn’t care if he died.

  Hearing a loud pop, Lucien’s large fangs stopped sucking him. Part of him was disappointed, he relished the anguish the large fangs gave him. Lucien’s bulbous head expanded, and he had to shift his legs wider to accommodate the crazy pressure he was feeling. His body shook and sweat was pouring off him.

  “Fuck … Lucien … I mean, Alpha, you are ripping me apart,” Gabriel choked out as Lucien swelled again, pushing his swollen dick deeper into him.

  “Shhhh … mate. I’m knotting you, placing another claim on your soul and body. Once we are home, I will be knotting you all the time, keeping you full of my cum. Block up this delicious ass with a plug to keep my essence inside you for all to know who you belong to.”

  Lucien’s slick skin pressed against him as Lucien tugged back. He keened out loudly as he felt the enormous knot withdraw from his entrance only to feel the burning heat of Lucien’s knot forcing itself back in again into his hole, locking them together again. He couldn’t breathe from the immense pressure.

  Looking down, Bach struggled to swallow his girth. He had pressed Bach tight against his groin, as Bach’s’ throat muscles closed tight around him. He wasn’t allowing Bach to breathe as Bach scratched at his legs in panic.

  Lucien slashed his wrist and gave it to Gabriel. He quickly latched on and drank his blood voraciously. The bond between them was growing, a tether he still planned to fight against. Gabriel’s cock finally softened in Bach’s mouth. Again, that haze drifted off his mind. Fuck! Bach! He had been fucking Bach’s mouth. His blood had turned this man.

  “Complete the bond, bite him and bleed into his mouth, do it now. Police officers are coming.”

  Small hope budded in his chest. Rescue came into his mind and quickly disappeared. The police wouldn’t be able to save him. Panic and dread pulsed through his body. The effects of Lucien had worn him out and he was disgusted when he looked down at Bach’s crumpled, sweaty body.

  “Do it now, Gabriel, if you don’t, I will kill your friend.”

  Bach lifted his head up, his ocean-blue eyes swirled with fear and hate.

  “Now, Gabriel, the police are outside,” Lucien ordered.

  Bach made a mad scramble on his hands in his knees. Bach’s muscular ass flexed as he tried to escape him. Watching Bach running away from him had his body responding to the chase in a thrilling way. His heart beat faster, and his breathing quickened. He had been sickened at the prospect of biting Bach, but now his incisors had erupted from his gums and his claws had unsheathed from his nails.

  He caught up quickly to Bach. Bach screeched as Gabriel immobilized him and clamped down hard on his neck. He hadn’t been sure what to do when Lucien had ordered him to claim Bach further, but his body did. Bach’s blood was delicious as he gulped more of it.

  A small gasping penetrated the fog he had been under. “Gabriel, please.”

  Realizing he had drunk too much of his friend’s blood, he stopped and slashed his own wrist.

  Bach was too weak to fight him as he pressed his wrist to Bach’s mouth. Slowly, Bach sucked as his blood poured down his pet’s throat. Pet! O.M.G! He was thinking like Lucien.

  He quickly released Bach, the blood he had drunk now tasted bitter, and white-hot fury pulsed through his body. He turned to confront Lucien once again, but Lucien was paying him no attention. Standing tall and naked with his arms crossed, looking at the door— even in the buff, Lucien looked formidable.

  The police were coming, and this was not going to end well for them. This was a small community patrolled by five police officers including Bach. They may have called for outside help, but the vast distance between the counties meant it would take some minutes or hours before any help arrived.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lucien

  LUCIEN COULD HEAR THE police officers gathering around and trying to determine what was happening inside. It was only four of them, not many. He was itching for a fight. Among them was another police officer who had violated his mate. He would be the first to go.

  It wouldn’t be much of a fight; even outside, he could suck in their essence. But he wanted to show off in front of Gabriel. Immature, he thought, so eager to show his mate his power and range. Even though he knew Gabriel was still squeamish when it came to killing humans, he needed to learn that humans were nothing but cattle, food, and property.

  “Restrain Bach quickly, Gabriel, including his mouth, and bring him here after you do.”

  Gabriel looked at him with worried eyes and ripped some clothing into bindings. Bach was still slumped over. Gabriel quickly turned Bach on his stomach and tied his hands behind his back, also his feet. Gabriel wadded up some rags and shoved them into Bach’s mouth, tying it off with another bind behind his neck. Done, Gabriel picked up Bach and brought him over to Lucien.

  Lucien made Bach kneel in front of him. Slowly, Bach opened his eyes, gagging and mumbling into his gag. Bach struggled against his bonds, giving up when Lucien placed a clawed hand on his shoulder and dug in. A muffled cry escaped Bach as blood from his left shoulder seeped down his tattooed chest. The boy was going to need to let his hair grow a tad longer.

  Bach settled between his feet. There were hushed sounds of the police officers as they tried to figure out how to enter and where to enter. Killing four of these humans was going to be simple, but again, this was a teachable moment for both Gabriel and Bach.

  The front door of the casino o
pened, as two police officers entered. The police officers gasped and started with loud, “Oh fucks,” coming from them. It was almost comical.

  The older police officer was trying to calm the younger deputy down as their eyes took in all the destruction, and the picture of two naked, grown males.

  “Bach is that you?” the sheriff asked questionably.

  Bach nodded and again tried to release his grasp from Lucien’s hold. He reminded Bach of his transgression by sinking his claws further into Bach’s muscles. Bach squirmed as more blood painted his torso.

  The guns were all trained on him— they had not yet noticed Gabriel.

  “Let go of my police officer. There are four officers here with trained guns on you, I suggest you surrender,” the older man ordered.

  Lucien laughed— humans and guns. Yes, their bullets hurt when he wasn’t turned, but they didn’t stop him. A shotgun could knock him down or knock him out for a bit if he was not in his wolf or Incubi form, but he couldn’t be killed. Being in those forms exerted a lot of energy, and hiding in plain sight was one of Sumuel’s stupid rules.

  Slowly, the other police officer trained his eyes on Gabriel’s naked form. Spencer was his name. A pale and small man, Lucien would make sure he didn’t last long.

  “Gabriel, is that you?” Spencer asked, his voice thick with lust as his eyes took his fill of his mate.

  “You do not speak to my mate. He belongs to me and if you need an answer, you shall ask me. I will only answer if it suits me,” Lucien affirmed.

  “Release the hostages and we can all walk away from this unharmed. No one needs to be harmed,” the sheriff vocalized, hoping his calm words would sway Lucien.

  “There are no hostages here, Sheriff. These men belong to me, nothing more, nothing less.”

  Both the sheriff and Spencer looked around, finally registering all the ash piles. The older man keeping a steady demeanor as his mind registered the chaos and death he was seeing.

  Spencer, the dweeb, couldn’t stop saying, “Holy fuck!”

  Lucien sensed the other police officers and the rush of their blood as it raced through their veins, the involuntary contractions of their muscles as adrenaline darted throughout their bodies. The smell of fear was again arousing his senses.

  Lucien eyed all the police officers as they started moaning and withering. Guttural screams filled the large rooms. Lucien was inducing his pleasure onto them. They dropped to the floor as they undid their flak vests, shirts, guns, belt, and pants in deranged desperation.

  The sheriff and Spencer grabbed at each other, kissing, while the other two police officers had begun to fuck each other. It was a shame he had to kill the sheriff; he liked the older man’s calmness and never lost respect for him. Oh, well.

  Moans and sobs surrounded them. The officers were drying up at a faster speed as he kept inducing his pleasure on to them. Gabriel had not seen this earlier, but now, his mate was witnessing his power as the men started to claw out their eyes in desperation to stop feeling aroused.

  The sheriff contorted his body, twisting in horrifying angles as Lucien devoured his life essence. Quickly, Lucien disposed of the sheriff as ash flew across the casino floor. He now moved on to Spencer who convulsed next to the sheriff’s clothing. He could see the fear and anguish in the man’s dark eyes.

  “Lucien … I mean, Alpha, stop. You’re killing them all,” Gabriel called out.

  Lucien’s anger surged as he grabbed Gabriel’s throat.

  “They are not worthy of your mercy, especially the one named Spencer. He was the one who cuffed and fucked you over the police car. The video was quite entertaining, watching you beg to be fucked, still unable to come. You know what they say about tigers— you never see them unless they want to be seen.”

  Gabriel’s face was confused by the tiger reference. Roman was one of the best trackers he had. His tiger shifter was impressive and so was the man himself.

  “Tigers … what the fuck are you talking about,” Gabriel gasped out as he tried pulling away from Lucien’s iron grip.

  “I was going to wait for your first kill, but Spencer here will do.”

  Gabriel’s eyes teared up. Lucien knew his marine had killed before while stationed overseas, but he was not a cold-blooded killer like him. He was going to change that.

  He threw Gabriel on the floor next to Spencer. “Finish him or your precious Bach is next.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gabriel

  GABRIEL LOOKED AT SPENCER; the man’s face was sunken. Trails of lifeform left his body as they flooded into Lucien’s body. He couldn’t help himself as he, too, fed from Spencer. His flowing essence was sublime, and he licked his lips at the taste.

  For a moment, he had lost himself in the hunger. He himself was getting stronger, satisfied. He couldn’t resist, but something stopped him. A small part of him stopped from feeding completely off Spencer. When he opened his eyes, there was no longer Spencer. His muscles had atrophied, he was skeletal with patches of hair and teeth missing, his mouth agape and black with no tongue, gaunt.

  “You need to finish off the process, Gabriel, he is half-dead and suffering. Finish him, and end his misery.”

  Hate rose up within him as he tried to blink away hot tears. The guy was young and had done nothing wrong, only fell under his spell. Seeing the sheriff wither away had been hard, but doing the same to Spencer was making him feel hollow. Bile rose as Spencer’s boney finger pointed at him. Tears fell from the young man’s bugged-out eyes. Gabriel could feel Spencer’s pain and he couldn’t tolerate anymore. He closed his eyes and feasted on what remained of Spencer.

  When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing left but a small ash pile. He promised himself Lucien would pay for all of this. All the pain and fear he was suffering would fuel his rage to end Lucien and all these monsters.

  He got up from off the floor and noticed Bach struggling with his bonds; he was terrified and had soiled himself. Bach was not under any persuasion, all the deaths and horrors he had witnessed were with a clear mind. His friend was beyond panicked.

  Lucien was having fun with the two other police officers; it sickened him how much Lucien enjoyed causing terror. The more terrified someone was, the more it enticed Lucien. He couldn’t resist those intense feelings either. In a far corner, two police officers pushed their loaded guns up their holes, desperately needing to be filled, needing the nightmare of overwhelming desire to be over.

  Bang! Bang!

  The bullets blew through the officers’ lower abdomens and exited right above their dicks. Both men plopped down with a sickening sound as they hit the floor. Violence shook his body, even as the men were dying, he had also fed from them.

  His mind had finally stilled. His first thought was of his mother. Instantly, he took off around the casino looking for her body. Every carcass he touched, crumbled to dust. Gabriel just needed to recognize her clothing. Desperation and sorrow clung to him as tried hopelessly to find her.

  Nothing.

  Screaming in anguish, he fell to the floor, praying to someone, anyone, out in the cosmos to give him a miracle, anything. He was not religious, but his mother had been. Her rosary! He had found it next to a pile of women’s clothing. A hand clamped around his neck stopping him for a second.

  He looked up unwillingly with Lucien staring down at him with some sympathy. Gabriel couldn’t read Lucien’s face, but he could sense his feelings and what he sensed was anger.

  “We need to go. I’ve already taken care of the cameras and recordings. The only survivor is your friend Bach. His life is in your hands. If you fuck up from here on out, you will forfeit his life. Do you understand?”

  In a mournful voice, he answered back, “Yes, Alpha.” Gabriel couldn’t handle more deaths on his soul. There had been about two hundred people enjoying drinks, cards, and slots— all gone like dust. Even the people he had fucked this past year were dead, killed by this Roman person.

  Lucien gave him his hand
and Gabriel took it. They walked over to where Bach lay naked and bound. Gabriel could tell that his friend was still terrified as he tried screaming behind his gag. Bach’s bright blue eyes looked at him pleading to let him go or not kill him.

  “Get the other cuffs from the dead officers,” Lucien ordered.

  Gabriel did what he was told, too exhausted to care, too broken to think. He was not going to forfeit his friend’s life. He managed to get five cuffs and gave them Lucien. Lucien nodded at Bach and Gabriel went over and to help Bach stand up.

  “Bring him over to me.”

  Gabriel felt compelled to listen. The mourning he had gone through when he had found his mother’s rosary had lessened.

  Gabriel obeyed and brought Bach over to Lucien. “Untie him and put these on.” Lucien threw him a pair of cuffs; he caught them and ripped off Bach’s older binds.

  “Don’t move,” he growled out to Bach. Bach kept his hands behind his back, the only movements he made was to shake his shoulders as he cried.

  Gabriel couldn’t help but stare at Bach’s sinewy body, the thick forearms bulged with solid veins. His mouth started watering, eagerly wanting to suck all of Bach down. His stupid cock was rising again as he closed the cuffs tightly around Bach’s thick wrists.

  Chuckling, Lucien winked at him. “Another time, my mate. Right now, take your friend and place him on the floor again and cuff his legs together and hurry. Roman will be here to pick Bach up.”

  Sex and hunger were all he could think about when he was around Lucien. The times he was lucid, a well of emotions overwhelmed him. It was disconcerting that he couldn’t get a grip on reality.

  He gathered his friend and pushed his face down on one of the tables, spreading his friend’s legs widely. Gabriel stared down at one of his closest friends as memories of him, Bach, and Galen signing up together to join the Marines twelve years ago passed through his mind.