Post by Necalli Meztli on Dec 23, 2012 20:42:06 GMT 1
The new day dawned, passing slowly into afternoon and evening as the sun made its long lazy trek across the sky. Secure in his Valhalla suite Necalli did not stir at all as the day came and went. The restlessness that had so plagued him seemed to have melted away leaving him to sleep blissfully as a babe. Not only did he not stir in agitation but when his customary awakening time came he slumbered on, his body recovering from the recent abuses of travel and the greater exhaustion of his long and frustrating quest.
The knock at the door went practically unheard and the apprehensive blood-slave let herself into the suit. Because of the inherent dangers of the journey he had undertaken to reach New Vegas, before he left Brazil City Necalli had exchanged his willing blood-slaves for those who had been sentenced to a life of servitude for their crimes. As a result he had no particular fondness for any of them and found several to be verging on troublesome.
His aloof attitude and the fact that Necalli was often ravenously hungry when he woke made it such that it was not the favoured duty of any of his slaves to provide that first feeding of blood; Necalli was not the gentlest of masters when the slaves held no attachment for him. This particular slave was new to the duty and slunk quietly through the suite seeing no signs of anyone and thus hesitated only a moment before tapping lightly and opening the bedroom door.
Her shocked gasp of surprise as she realised the vampire was neither awake nor alone was quite voluble. Necalli stirred lightly in his sleep, his arm reflexively tightening its grip around the warm muscular body of the man beside him. His slight shifting against the golden skinned man was sufficient to rouse his manhood from its slumber and Necalli made a small pleasurable sound as it began to stiffen.
The knock at the door went practically unheard and the apprehensive blood-slave let herself into the suit. Because of the inherent dangers of the journey he had undertaken to reach New Vegas, before he left Brazil City Necalli had exchanged his willing blood-slaves for those who had been sentenced to a life of servitude for their crimes. As a result he had no particular fondness for any of them and found several to be verging on troublesome.
His aloof attitude and the fact that Necalli was often ravenously hungry when he woke made it such that it was not the favoured duty of any of his slaves to provide that first feeding of blood; Necalli was not the gentlest of masters when the slaves held no attachment for him. This particular slave was new to the duty and slunk quietly through the suite seeing no signs of anyone and thus hesitated only a moment before tapping lightly and opening the bedroom door.
Her shocked gasp of surprise as she realised the vampire was neither awake nor alone was quite voluble. Necalli stirred lightly in his sleep, his arm reflexively tightening its grip around the warm muscular body of the man beside him. His slight shifting against the golden skinned man was sufficient to rouse his manhood from its slumber and Necalli made a small pleasurable sound as it began to stiffen.