AETERNUM

Chapter One

I rose from the bed that I and my lovers shared and walked naked toward the large balcony, the shades and doors wide open, inviting the coolness of the night air and the beautiful luminous brilliance of the full moon. I welcomed the tickling fingers of the slight breeze as it caressed my sweat-slicked skin, closing my eyes and inhaling the salt of the distant ocean many miles away.
Tonight had been a good night, a time of dining and dancing, sexually-tinged conversation with many a lustrous prospect, many a willing soul for sensuous and provocative pleasure until the early rays of dawn peeked over the dark hills against the horizon. I turned and watched the slumbering bodies, black and white, male and female, intertwined in and through one another, an exotic array of natural art that tantalized my senses and caused my hunger for the sweet taste of flesh to fester. But I needed to savor those desires, for there was another time to engage the mortal world with felicity and delectation beyond their limited human senses; new bodies for old sins.
Broderick arose from the fleshly canvas and joined me where I stood. I watched him as he approached me, the compactness of his dark muscular frame moving fluidly much to my delight. He was my lover of one hundred years, the two of us having met on a tour in Egypt. He was the only one of the many African locals who I found the most handsome, his ebony eyes baring into mine as we stopped for conversation at a local café then spent the night together, he becoming my first lover, willingly giving his life to me as I drank from his neck, then he in turn taking in my own from a cut I incised into my left bicep, he drinking hungrily from the rivulet of blood that seeped from the wound with me holding him close, clinging to him passionately as he drew my ichor into his very being, the life force from my soul coursing through his mortal vessel and he became one with me, the centuries-long vampiric spirit witnessing the bond of mortal and immortal in blessed union.
Broderick placed a hand behind my head and drew my forehead affectionately against his. "Your thoughts always go back to that first night we met."
I positioned my hands to his waist, cradling him. "Why should they not? You were my first human that I gave myself to."
"And what would you have done had you not found me?"
"And you?"
"Please tell me."
I smiled at his request, his affection for me yearning inquisitively of my hidden emotions and contemplations. "I would've continued living among the mortal world."
He gazed at the moon, his articulately-chiseled features glowing in its incandescence. "Such a drab life. Mortality."
"And that is what you would still have been a part of if you were not in my world."
He turned and placed my arms around him, leaning back against me. "Then fate won her desire."
I tenderly kissed his shoulder, his neck, tightening my grip around him and feeling his blood quicken in pace, his breathing laborious, his member elongated and stiff, and I tenderly embedded my fangs into the jugular, steadying him in my grip as his physicality weakened after his impassioned cry of ecstacy. I impelled myself against him, questing for entry when a voluptuous female from the bed uttered a desolate whimper.
"All that and none for me?" she cried.
Broderick reacted quickly with a snarl and the baring of his fangs, approaching her with superhuman speed only immortality allowed, mounting her immediately and pumping rhythmically, her shriek of surprise at his utter swiftness giving way to continual moans of pleasure. I paced my steps as I approached the two beautiful forms pulsing together, Broderick's arms snaked around her seductive form, his mouth buried in the crook of her neck as he drank from her, his thrusts intensifying. I positioned myself about the head of the damsel and she wasted no time using her hand to guide my enlarged member between her luscious lips.
The moon began its descent behind the mountainous horizon.

*****

Darkened was his heart as he sat at his desk in the unlit study within the confines of his generous abode. Eyes closed, he mentally sought the obscure recesses of Hades, seeking the one he lost many centuries ago. His maker had been malicioulsy tricked and therefore suffered mortal death.
He found his master.
And he planned to bring him back.

©2017 Robert Sticek