My Vampire

The Forbidden Forest

The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets and the two figures nestled comfortably within. Ambrose, his dark eyes already sparkling with mischief, stirred awake beside Nicholas, whose soft features were even more captivating in the morning light. As Nicholas stretched, their bare skin glistening with the remnants of the previous night, Ambrose couldn't help but smile, his white fangs glinting faintly in the sunlight.

"Good morning, my love," Ambrose whispered, his deep voice softly waking them from slumber. He reached out, tracing a finger along Nicky's collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I hope you slept well."

Nicholas, their eyes still heavy with sleep, turned towards Ambrose, a tentative smile playing on their lips. "I did, thank you. But I had a dream about you... I feel like I've been missing out on something, your breakfast, perhaps?"

Ambrose laughed, a rich, throaty sound that filled the room. "Ah, my dear, you know I'm not one for conventional meals. But I did order something special for you." With a smooth gesture, he pulled the room service tray from the side table, revealing a delicate breakfast spread—a platter of fresh fruit, a pot of black tea, and a small pastry on one of the motel's warm ivory napkins.

Nicky's fingers found a piece of fruit and tossed it into their mouth as they sat up, still clutching the white sheets to their body. "This is... sweet. But I was hoping for something a little more... substantial for you." They leaned forward, their dark eyes sparkling with a repressed desire. "Something that satisfies your cravings, too," they said shyly, knowing Ambrose would catch on.

Ambrose's inquisitive smile turned devilish, his fangs elongating slightly. "My dear Nicky, always so eager to be thrown into danger. Very well, if you insist, I shall indulge your dark curiosity, but I will have to be very careful, I can't lose complete control with you after all." He stood up, his lithe body moving with graceful ease, and began to dress, his movements deliberate and careful. "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

As they ventured out of the motel into the late afternoon sunshine, the town's charm enveloped them. The desert heat was tempered by a gentle breeze, carrying the scent of sweet flowers and something wilder, more primal. Ambrose led Nick away from the tourist smattered streets, their destination a secluded forest on the outskirts of town.

The trees here were ancient, their branches reaching skyward like gnarled and disturbed fingers, casting intricate patterns of shadow and light on the forest floor they walked on.

"This place... it's beautiful," Nicholas said cautiously, their voice filled with awe and fear. "It feels like we've stepped into another world."

"It's a place where I can truly feel at home," Ambrose replied, his eyes gleaming with a mild predatory delight. "A place where I can reveal my deepest parts to myself, and to you Nicky."

As they delved deeper into the forest, the air grew heavy and damp, charged with a tangible enveloping energy. The sound of their footsteps crunching lightly on the forest floor was the only interruption to the haunting melody of the wind through the dark trees. As they walked, the sky grew dimmer, and the moon grew brighter, a striking orange hue in the desert sky. Once they finally reached a clearing, Ambrose stopped abruptly, his eyes fixed on Nicholas, their heart pounding in erotic and nervous anticipation.

"You wanted to explore my darker side, my love. And here, under the blood moon's light, I shall give you what you ask for." Ambrose's voice was practically a low growl, his fangs fully extended now, glistening sharply in the orange moonlight, which gave the entire scene an otherworldly sensation.

Nicky's breath quickened, their body responding to the intense desire and need in Ambrose's gaze. "Yes, please," they whispered, their voice hoarse with need. "Show me what it's like... to be claimed by you."