by Jayda Marx
"You should relax more," Izzy suggested. "I bet you work really hard taking care of everyone; you need to take care of yourself too."
I blinked at his sage advice. "That sounded like a very Daddy thing to say."
Izzy giggled and shrugged. "It's a mate thing, I guess. I just want you to be happy."
"You make me happy, Israel."
"You make me happy too."
I smiled and leaned forward for a kiss. When I did, a pile of bubbles crept up his neck and onto his chin. "Look, Daddy; I have a beard like you."
"Hmm, I think you need a little more on your cheeks." I scooped up some bubbles and smeared them on his cheeks until half of his face was covered in white foam. "Oops, I think I put too much; you look like Santa Claus."
Izzy grabbed his nonexistent belly and exclaimed, "Ho, ho, ho! I love cookies!"
I laughed and cleared the suds from his face. "There's my handsome boy."
"Let's see what you'd look like with long hair like me," Izzy suggested before piling bubbles on top of my head. They slid down my neck and onto my shoulders, and Izzy swished his lips around as he studied my new look. "You're very pretty, but I like you best like this." He cupped water in his hands and poured it over my head, washing away my fluffy wig.
"Thank you, little one. Now, let's get you all washed up before our water gets cold."
I helped him turn away from me and grabbed the bottle of soap from the floor. After working a palm full up into a lather, I massaged it over his scalp and down to the end of each curl as Izzy moaned his pleasure.
Once his hair was all clean, he scooted down in the tub and I supported the back of his neck so that his face wouldn't go underwater as I rinsed him.
"That felt really nice," Izzy said once he was upright again. "Can I wash yours too, Daddy?"
"Of course." I tipped my head forward and Izzy went to work, rubbing soap through my locks and scratching his fingernails across my scalp. "I may never wash my own hair again," I teased. Well, mostly teased. What he was doing felt amazing.
"Good; I like doing it for you."
Once my hair was rinsed, I moved on to wash Israel's body. It wasn’t supposed to be a sensual experience; I just meant to get him clean and help him relax for bed. But things quickly turned heated as I traced my slick, soapy hands over his beautiful body.
I explored every inch of his soft skin as I cleansed. I counted every freckle and caressed every bump of bone I felt on his slim frame. I pet the thin hair over his legs and gently pinched each of his toes. I committed every inch of his exquisite form to memory through my touch.
My hands moved slowly as they crept up his thighs towards the ultimate prize. I watched for any signs of hesitation, but Izzy just licked his lips with anticipation and spread his legs wider as I neared his groin.
He gave a quiet gasp when my fingertips traced across his fuzzy balls, and his entire body shivered when I traced up his hard shaft. I barely grazed across his crown and he swallowed thickly.
“Daddy?” I was speechless from his beauty and the heat of the moment, so I looked deep into his eyes as my reply. “You said part of a romantic relationship was enjoying each other’s bodies.” I nodded slowly as all of my blood rushed south and settled in my cock. “I love you so very much. Will you love on my body?”
My voice was raw with need when I answered, “Oh Izzy, yes. I want to love on every inch of you and make you feel so good.” I captured his lips in a quick but fiery kiss. “But first, let’s get out of here; I want to be able to see you clearly.”
We both practically jumped out of the tub and I grabbed two towels from a nearby rack. I shimmied one over his hair and patted his body dry. Izzy took the other and did the same for me, pausing in his tracks when he caught sight of my cock standing tall and firm.
“Daddy, you’re so big.” My dick stood at around eight inches and thick, and it bounced gently up and down with my heartbeat. “Much bigger than me.”
I didn’t want him to regret one damn thing about himself. “Izzy, your body is absolutely perfect. I couldn’t possibly love it more.”
“Really?”
“Come and let me show you.”
I scooped him into my arms bridal style and carried him into our bedroom. I settled him on his back on the center of the mattress with his head cradled on a pillow and lay on my side next to him.
“You’re breathtaking,” I told him as I stroked my fingertips down his chest. “Just the sight of you makes my blood burn and my mind race with all of the things I want to do to you.” I tapped his belly button knob and walked my fingers down his pelvis. “Since the moment I saw you, I’ve dreamed of getting my hands on this gorgeous body.”
Israel gasped when I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I want you to relax and enjoy. Let Daddy make you feel good and show you how perfect you are.”
I wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked him until a drop of pre-cum beaded on his slit. I tapped against it and stretched the sticky fluid away from his skin. “Mm, my boy is so excited.” I touched the pad of my finger to his slit again and rubbed the slick liquid over his tip as he moaned.
“Ohhh Daddy,” he sighed, tipping his head back. “That feels so good.”
“Let’s see how my boy tastes.” Israel’s eyes widened as I brought my finger to my mouth, and hummed as I licked away his tangy essence. “You’re delicious. I need more.”
His breathing quickened as I shimmied down the bed until I was eye-level with his dripping cock. His chest heaved and his eyes burned wild with need. “Do you want Daddy to taste you some more? To suck this pretty little dick until you give me all of your cum?”
“Oh my god.” Izzy closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed thickly. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
I wrapped my lips around his crown and hummed at the lingering flavor on his skin. I tongued his slit, collecting every salty drop of pre-cum that leaked from him. Israel whimpered in pleasure and I craved to give him more.
I dropped my lips along his shaft until they settled against the patch of curls at his base. I swallowed over and over, massaging his flesh with the muscles of my throat. He clutched at the blankets at his side and called my name; starting in a whisper and growing to cries of ecstasy.
I thrashed my head up and down, pulling back until just his very tip was past my lips before swallowing him down to the root again and again. Israel’s hips bucked off of the mattress, thrusting forward as my head dropped and shoving his cock further into my throat. My lover was desperate for release and I had to see him.
I released his cock from my lips, but wrapped my palm around his shaft without missing a beat. I stroked him wildly as my eyes took in the wonder of his body; Israel’s knuckles were white from clenching the sheets, and his eyes were screwed shut. His chest swelled in an unsteady, ragged rhythm and his feet were plastered to the mattress so that he could hump into my fist.
“I’m gonna come just watching you,” I admitted. But it was more than just the glorious sight; it was his scent in my nostrils and his flavor dancing on my tongue that threw me over the edge. I couldn’t fight it any longer. I reached down and gave my throbbing cock a single squeeze, and an orgasm ripped through me so powerfully that it drew a strangled cry from my lips.
My cum painted white stripes over Israel’s thighs. He cried out and thrust more quickly into my fist. “Daddy, yes!” I barely got my lips around his crown again before he erupted. Thick gobs of delicious cum sprayed the back of my throat and rained over my taste buds. I swallowed everything he gave me and continued to suck him dry until he was trembling and whimpering.
I dropped him from my lips and kissed the entire surface of his softening flesh as our hearts fell back into normal rhythm. I kissed his hip bones and his cute little navel before rushing to the bathroom and returning in a blink with one of the towels.
I wiped down his legs and lay beside him again, smiling at the satisfied, faraway look in his eyes. “How do you feel?”
“So wonderful,” he sighed. “Will you hold me for a while?”
“I’d love to.” I held out my arms and Izzy snuggled up close to me, lying his head on my chest. I stroked his damp hair and listened to his breathing turn slow and heavy.
I was just about to tell him I needed to dress him in his jammies when he looked up at me and said, “Daddy, I’m ready.”
“To go to bed?” I asked, thinking it was like he read my mind.
He smiled and shook his head. “You said we wouldn’t move forward with our bond until I was ready...and I am. I don’t want to wait another second to start our forever together.”
My eyes prickled and my heart swelled so full that it ached. “Izzy, you make me so happy. I’ve waited so long for you, and now to finally have your love…” I cleared my throat and blinked hard, trying to keep my emotions under control to tell him just how much this moment meant to me. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but luckily, I didn’t have to.
Israel placed his hand over my heart and gave me a watery smile. “I know, Daddy. I feel the same way.”
I sat up in bed and pulled him onto my lap so that he straddled my thighs. I tucked his hair behind his ears and told him, “When two souls bond, they can never be broken apart. When we drink from each other, our lives will forever be intertwined. I will protect you with my strength, support you with my gifts, and love you with all of my heart for all of time. Do you accept me as your eternal mate and offer me your blood to seal our vow?”
“I do, Daddy. You take wonderful care of me, but I always want to give you what you need too.” He gripped his long hair and pushed it to one side and over his shoulder, baring half of his throat to me.
As I lowered my mouth to his flesh, my fangs descended and tingled. It’d been ages since I fed from a human, but instinct took over. But this wasn’t any ordinary human; this was my mate, and the most important feeding of my life, and every cell in my body knew what was to come.
The tips of my canines pierced through his supple skin and I wrapped my lips around the puncture wounds. When I sucked gently, drops of Izzy’s blood slid onto my tongue and sent my eyes rolling back with pleasure. The flavor was exquisite; smoky with a hint of spice, but it was more than that.
The moment I swallowed his blood into my system, my body reacted. An electrical current surged inside of me, settling into every synapse. My muscles twitched with new strength. My hearing sharpened, picking up the most minute sounds in the room, including the quick beat of Israel’s heart. I focused my eyes and could make out every tiny pore in Izzy’s skin. Bonding with my love unlocked my true potential.
I ran my tongue along the wound to close it, and smiled at the faint pink scar that formed on Izzy’s throat. “I’m now bound to you forever. This scar will show all paranormal creatures that you are mine, and is where I’ll drink from to sustain my life force. I cannot survive without you.”
Izzy smiled as he stroked his fingers over the marred patch of skin, and I continued, “To complete our bond, you must take my blood into your body. You will be granted immortality, and we shall spend it together.”
“What if I can’t bite you hard enough to draw blood?” Izzy asked. “I don’t have fangs and I don’t want to hurt you.” His unending sweetness never failed.
“You don’t need to worry; my body will recognize you as my mate and give in to your bite, allowing you to drink from me easily.”
“Do I have to drink from your throat?”
“I don’t suppose so,” I shrugged. “Did you have somewhere else in mind?” The question brought forth all sorts of naughty possibilities and piqued my curiosity.
Izzy’s cheeks flushed as he stroked a finger down my chest and onto my nipple. He kept his eyes on my torso and his voice quiet when he asked, "Can I drink from here?"
My heart skipped a beat as I cupped his cheeks and tipped his head back to look at me. "That sounds perfect."
Izzy moved sideways onto my lap and nuzzled his face against my pec. He licked his lips and looked up into my eyes as he inched closer to my nipple.
"It's okay, little one."
Izzy latched on and gently pressed his teeth into my skin. It parted readily, creating a small opening for blood to seep out into his mouth. He flinched at first, but after a moment, relaxed into my arms and suckled from me in the sweetest, most special moment I could imagine.
Tranquility washed over me as he nursed; not only were our souls bonding together, but I was providing for him in the most simplistic and primal way. He was taking sustenance from my body and letting me care for him in every sense.
I reached my arm around him to pat his bottom and as he sucked, a tune knitted together in my mind. I'd always dreamed of singing lullabies to my boy, so I let the words drift from my lips:
Drink, little Izzy, my sweet boy,
You are Daddy’s pride and joy.
I will always love you so,
And I will never let you go.
You’re safe and cherished here with me,
And that’s the way it will always be.
He hummed his enjoyment, vibrating my skin beneath his lips. My flesh knitted back together, having given Izzy all that I could spare, but he continued to suckle, so I kept patting his bottom and rocking him slowly.
Soon, Izzy's lips moved slower and his eyes fluttered shut. He must've been as relaxed as I was, and content to drift away.
"Izzy?" I said quietly, combing my fingers through his hair. "I need to get you ready for bed, little one."
He blinked rapidly and pulled his mouth from my chest. "Yes, Daddy," he replied in a groggy voice.
"I know you're so sleepy. It'll just take a few minutes and then I'll snuggle you all night." He nodded his heavy head and I lifted him from the bed to carry him into the bathroom. I plopped his booty onto the counter and squeezed some toothpaste onto an extra toothbrush I had. "Open up, please."
He dropped his jaw and let me scrub each surface of his teeth before I brushed my own. By the time I got him into the playroom and on the changing mat to cover him in lotion, he seemed more alert.
I slipped a fresh diaper below him and as I fastened it shut, curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "What did my blood taste like?"
"Cotton candy," he answered with a smile. I wasn't surprised that the flavor he most enjoyed was pure sugar.
"You know, now that we are bonded, you won't ever get sick again."
"Really? What else will happen? Will I become strong and fast like you?"
"Not exactly. Your body will grow tougher over time, though; it's got to last forever, after all." He laughed when I booped his nose. "You'll also age very slowly, just like me."
"I bet if more people knew about vampire mates, they'd all want one. But too bad for them I got the best one." I laughed at my silly boy and gave him a quick kiss.
"Let's get you into some warm jammies."
"Yes, please; my toes are getting chilly."
"Well, we can't have that." I stepped over to the dresser and appraised the small stack of pajamas which Jett stocked. "He we go," I said as I pulled out a soft pair with feet sewn into them and a zipper in the front. "These will keep those toes nice and toasty."
"Aw, they're so cute," he smiled, eyeing the gray fleece material, printed with little penguins.
"They'll be even cuter on you." He beamed and I helped him into the outfit, zipping him into the fuzzy warmth. "Adorable."
"Thank you, Daddy." He held his arms straight up and asked, "Will you carry me back to bed? I like it when you carry me."
"Absolutely." He'd never have to walk again if he didn't want to; I loved toting him around.
I held him close as I carried him into the living room to collect Flopsy, and then to the bedroom. I pulled down our blankets and settled him on his pillow, and when I lay next to him, he asked, "Don't you need jammies, Daddy?"
"I usually sleep without them. I'll just have to snuggle close to you to stay warm."
"No com
plaints here." I grinned as Izzy cuddled up, resting his head on my chest and hugging his bunny close. "I had the best day with you," he said through a yawn.
"So did I. And just think; this is only the beginning." He hummed and nuzzled against me. "I love you, Israel."
"I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight."
In a matter of minutes, his breathing was slow and even, and he was far away in dreamland. I could hardly believe this was my life now; everything I ever desired was lying in my arms. I'd never take a moment for granted or let a day go by without thanking Fate for my perfect gift.
Chapter Seven
Waking up next to Izzy was just as wonderful as the first time around. Maybe even better; we cuddled under the blankets as he animatedly told me all about the dream he had of little penguins playing in the snow.
Since we were going out, I opted to dress him in an outfit that would keep him covered, but wouldn't stifle his spirit. I chose a pair of padded briefs for comfort and convenience, gray sweatpants and a long sleeve black shirt with a guitar printed on it, with the words "Rock On" beneath it. It would help him feel comfortable embracing his little side if he wished, without drawing too much unwanted attention that might make him nervous.
The morning also taught me an important lesson about caring for long, curly hair; apparently it's not a great idea to let it go uncombed after a bath, or to sleep on it while it's still damp. Poor Izzy's head was a mess of tangles. I didn't want to hurt him by pulling a brush through them, so I washed his hair for him again and combed it thoroughly, vowing not to let it get uncomfortable again.
When I offered to make him a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast, Izzy's face nearly disappeared from how tightly he scrunched it up in disgust, and I made a mental note that oatmeal was not a welcome dish. It was fun learning about my boy's likes and dislikes, and I had many lifetimes with him to figure it all out.
Izzy sweetly requested pancakes to eat, and when I told him that I unfortunately didn't have any mix at our place, he helpfully reminded me that the grocery store had lots of yummy things I could buy. Luckily, I had a box of cereal that he enjoyed...after I put some sugar on it.