Gods and mortals were never meant to fall in love. Now in a weakened state, there is nothing left to stand between the immortals and the vampires. Vows, however, cannot be broken no matter how great an evil has risen.
The vampires have lain dormant...
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It is well-known that all vampires feed on blood.
"Captive vampires don't get what they want or need," Taran informed Thorson. "We've been awaiting your return for a long time. We couldn't wait a moment longer to show you your captive trophies and just in time to feed them. Go ahead and take out your cock. Dad will get you a chain to wear while you are here. It is far more convenient than..." Taran pointed to Thorson's trousers which were constricting him, the young man nearly bursting through the fabric since Lanecea had been laid out at the table for supper.
"They eat cum?" Thorson put two-and-two together but that made Taran laugh, shaking his head.
"No, your cock is multi-functional, you know, and they don't deserve to taste a drop of our cum - it's liquid gold." Taran turned toward a young vampire, the closest to where they stood as he dangled from the wall by his shackles. "Open wide."
The boy with soulless eyes knew better than to resist the young prince, opening his mouth wide to reveal a dark, gaping hole that smelled of death and decay.
"Go ahead," Taran encouraged, "they don't like the taste of urine, but if they don't swallow it all, they will shrivel up and most likely die. We've never found out what will happen, the vampires wise enough to swallow every last drop. Dad is taking care of your father's prey, as you can see, but he has a much larger bladder, able to water them all in one fell swoop. Are you allowed to drink mead at your home? If you get thirsty and need to refill your bladder, just let one of the guards know and they will bring you some. I'm not going to embarrass you by watching, don't worry. I have other things I have to take care of first. How are you with the sight of blood?"
Apparently, Taran had also inherited his mother's gift of gab.
"I won't faint, if that is what you are asking," Thorson aimed his cock at the gaping hole a minute before a stream of urine splashed against the back of the vampire's throat. "How much am I supposed to feed this thing?"
"It's up to you, I guess. You've got forty-nine left to go..."
"You may close your hole," Thorson commanded, glancing over his shoulder at his sibling who was slicing the wrist of a vampire at the far side of the wall, the blade gleaming in the flickering light.
Silver-hued blood quickly filled a shallow dish the prince held in his free hand.
Thorson was ingenious, grinning as he turned his attention back to the vampires waiting for their ration of urine.
"Put your heads together in groups of two and open wide."
The king laughed, pride in his eyes as he looked back at Thorson, urine spraying back and forth as he moved his cock from left to right and back again before moving down the row.
"That's how to be efficient," King Storm grinned. "Bring the boy some mead, he's going to need it sooner than later."
Oh right, he'd completely forgotten to ration his bladder.
Taran started at the other side, draining the blood of the vampires, leaving just enough to keep them barely alive before placing the overflowing dishes onto the ground.
Growling low in their throats, the panther shapeshifters fought each other in their eagerness to lap up the blood in the bowls.
"The vampires have used the shifters as pets, creating an army for hundreds of years. These young cubs will be set free as soon as they are grown, and the vampires will never see it coming. They have been raised on vampire blood since birth, part of the queen's eugenics program. What you see is just the beginning. They will be a force to be reckoned with, unstoppable in their desperation for more blood," King Storm explained to their guest before snapping his fingers, "Come Venom."
A swarthy creature whimpered, reluctant to leave its littermates and the blood, silver still lingering on its lips before it bounded towards the king.
"Good Boy. Shift."
Without hesitation, the panther shifted into its human form, fluidly obeying the king as he snapped his fingers like morse code, issuing commands without having to utter a single word.
"They are wild and destructive if left to their own devices. Unfortunately, they have lacked leaders for the most part, but, with a little time and effort, this is the result."
Thorson downed the last of the honey-flavored beverage before watching as King Storm showed off the shifter's fluid obedience.
"I would like to help train your shifter army. It is a very good idea."
"Thank you for the offer. We are expecting another litter of cubs any day now. These are nearly ready but still need to be proven before they are released. Tomorrow, when the gods are here, we will let them track vampires for their entertainment. Only the best will be released, joining us when we leave at noon."
King Storm released Venom, allowing him to return to his panther form before joining his siblings feasting on vampire blood.
"What will become of these vampires?"
"They are blood banks for now. Your father's first vampires are on this side as well, but until he returns, they are a source of blood to train the cubs. You may do what you would like with your vampires. They are your spoils of war and at your mercy."
"Will you kill them?" Taran asked, following Thorson as he continued down the wall, peeing in the vampire's mouth.
"No, I don't think that is a good idea. It will be far more fun if they will just wish that they were dead."
"I knew I'd like you!" Taran grinned, his active imagination already in full gear. "Do you want to have a battle between your vampires and mine? We could make them face off when the gods are here tomorrow...but let's make it interesting. They will only be able to fight each other with their hands, and will use their cocks like swords."
King Storm laughed, overhearing his son's idea.
"It won't be much of a fight. Their cocks are as useless as limp ones."
Thorson looked down at the limp cock hanging between the vampire's pale legs.
"That's just because they are limp, I'm sure. They should be very, very hard and horny when they are forced to fight each other for our entertainment."
"How would you like to be watched when you breed the queen? That should make them very horny..."
"I would love nothing more," Thorson grinned, his cock straining dangerously against his pants.
King Storm wasn't without empathy, noticing Thorson's struggle.
"I'll get you a chain when we return. You won't be wearing clothes while in my kingdom. They really just get in the way."
Thorson nodded, spraying urine across the vampires' faces before aiming for their endless gaping holes of a mouth.
"Drink up. You'll be fighting to the death tomorrow."
