Blood Moon (manxman)

The Whore Next Door

Montégo sighed and rolled his shoulders backwards, his medium olive skin glowing in the afternoon sun as he yawned. Since he just finished moving all his furniture and boxes into his new home, he figured he'd start introducing himself to his neighbors. He looked at the house sharing a tall dark brown fence with his and hummed. Montégo's small lightly colored house completely clashed against the tall black home beside it. He wasn't sure what to expect of this neighbor, but still found himself approaching the porch of the intimidating place, knocking on the door.
After a lot of shuffling and audibly grunting behind the door, it opened- just a crack. A pale face with long black hair stuck to its forehead with sweat. The neighbor's hazel eyes shone in the sun, bringing out the dark eyebags underneath.
"Hello?" The person spoke, their voice deep and tired, "Do you need something?"

"Oh! No, I'm sorry, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Montégo, I moved in next door!" Montégo smiled, although feeling anxious at the sight of nothing but his new neighbor's pitifully tired face "Have I interrupted something?"

"Oh, no, I was just cleaning up. I had a party last night, sorry. My name is Lazarus, by the way. Lazarus Grando Alilovic III. I'm just about finished, if you'd like to come in?" Lazarus grinned, opening the door all the way and revealing his muscular endomorph build, his pale skin barely covered by lingerie and a short satin robe.
Montégo widened his eyes as his face flushed, a shade of bright red that could rival a tomato taking over his cheeks, "Oh! N-no, don't worry, I wouldn't want to stay too long."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. The other neighbors have seen and...felt me in much more vulnerable states. This is nothing. Come in, I insist. I'll make you a coffee, or perhaps some lunch. Aren't you hungry after moving all by yourself?" Lazarus smirked at how flustered his newest neighbor was, looking Montégo up and down, admiring the shorter man's small yet meaty body, "Your poor muscles.."

"...I am really  hungry." Montégo found himself staring at Lazarus's muscular shoulders defined by the light layer of dark red satin, then admiring his absurdly large pecs, then abs, then...

"Cool. Come on in." Lazarus leaned against the door frame, his hips more forward than the rest of his body, allowing his core to reveal itself more as he fed off the lust filling Montégo.
Montégo nodded, walking in beside Lazarus and feeling the lack of space, the wolf's flesh radiating warmth onto the vampire's cold skin.
Lazarus's home was dark with romantic era paintings, swords, axes, and animal skulls along the walls. It was so clean, it almost didn't look lived in.
Lazarus gently grabbed Montégo's hand, his cold skin sending shivers through the werewolf's body as he led him to the kitchen,
"What do you like to eat and drink?" He asked, turning on the mostly-black kitchen's lights.
"Mostly meat... I'll drink anything you have, really."

"That's good, I like meat, too. I also really like wine, are you cool with alcohol?"

"Of course, but do you have anything other than wine?" Montégo asked, not sure whether to allow himself to be vulnerable with this new, visibly stronger man who could easily overpower him. Now that he was thinking about being overpowered by Lazarus...
Lazarus turned, gathering ingredients from the refrigerator, "Yeah, of course!" He licked his lips, bending over to get something from a drawer in the refrigerator, hyper-aware of Montégo's eyes on his body, "Honestly, anything you want, I'll most likely have. And if I don't, I'll call my chef to come over with some. I can give you anything you could possibly dream of, I mean it." He stood up straight, placing a frozen chicken and a few other ingredients on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Wow...I guess that means you're rich. Wanna be my sugar daddy?" Montégo joked, laughing

"Maybe. With an exaggerated 'daddy'. I'm no pay pig, believe it or not. You are cute though. Really cute. I can't help but wonder how you taste."

"Oh. You want a taste?" He offered with a smile, already hypnotized by Lazarus's seduction powers, although mentally yelling at himself for being so horny so quickly.

"Really? Thank you for the offer," Lazarus smiled softly, taking a gentle hold of Montégo's hips and easily lifting him so he'd be sitting on the counter. Montégo then wrapped his thick legs around Lazarus's waist and smiled, fully giving in to the incubus.
Lazarus was impressed with himself, realizing he's grown more powerful recently, with how fast a complete stranger was seduced. He took hold of one of Montégo's hands, bringing it to his mouth, and passionately kissing the tips of his index and middle finger.
He held eye contact and watched as Montégo's face flushed again, slowly beginning to swirl his tongue around the tips of his fingers. Instead of allowing Lazarus to be as slow and teasing as he wanted, Montégo caught him off guard, shoving his fingers all the way into Lazarus's mouth, nearly touching the back of his throat.

"Humph-!!" Lazarus choked out in shock, but then got back to swirling his tongue around the eager werewolf's fingers, starting to suck on them.
Montégo was practically gasping over how wet Lazarus's mouth was. He couldn't help but think about how much experience the tall man had, considering how great he felt while just getting his fingers sucked.
The purple flecks glowing in Lazarus's eyes hypnotized Montégo even more so as he felt his pants getting tighter.

"Maybe you should give me a tour...call your chef to cook for us..?" Montégo spoke with a hint of hesitance in his voice, letting his thoughts trail off to how good he could only imagine Lazarus was at sucking, licking, and kissing...not fingers, "Let's start in your bedroom."

Lazarus pulled away from Montégo's fingers, looking at him with concern as the purple flecks faded, "...Are you sure?"
He wanted to make sure he wasn't taking advantage of Montégo in a vulnerable state, so he completely stopped the hypnosis, "Do you think you're making a good choice?"

"...No. But I think I'm making a fun choice. I really want this."

"If you say so. Come with me." Lazarus fully pulled away from Montégo and led him back to the entryway, then upstairs, around the corner, and into a large, dark room.

To be continued

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