Castle Nevoie Ch 03

Notes to reader:

I went with BDSM, but please note there is also a fantasy element. If Vampires turn you off, look away now!

You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it's not compulsory.

Tess-O'Meter -- Green.

-X

Ana pulled the sharp air deep into her lungs. It was so beautiful here.

She had woken late, after a restless night, full of half remembered dreams. Waking tangled in the sheets, damp with sweat, and needy.

Even so, she had been up well before Camil and Eugen.

She cut a thick wedge of yesterday's still delicious bread (did Eugen bake every day?) slathered on the butter she now knew they made from goats milk. Grabbed a Coke from the larder, apparently most vamps were addicted to it, and made tracks. Literally in the fresh, deep snow.

Of course, she scribbled a note as well. Reaffirming her promise to stay within sight of the castle. She suspected if not Eugen would find her and tell her off. He seemed to be super-protective. Maybe that was a vamp thing too?

They had told her she was fine to go for a walk, and could do a circuit around the castle, but just to keep it in sight. If she wanted to go further afield they would go with her, or take horses.

Maybe at some point, but right now they were busy caring for their injured friend. Emil had been tortured, turned against his will, and starved. They had enough to deal with, without her causing them extra work. It was bad enough she had gotten sick.

Anyway, the castle was huge. She had completed only half the circuit through the beautiful forest, before turning back towards the castle, her legs aching from trapsing through the deep snow.

She had found a frozen waterfall. Just a little one, on a brook.

And thrillingly some fresh wolf tracks that she followed for a short while, leading to some scat.

Less than two weeks ago she would have collected it and run tests to see if they could confirm ID, and to check the health of the wolf.

Now she figured Camil and Eugen would be supremely unimpressed if she brought wolf poop into their pristine kitchen.

Smiling to herself, and looking forward to some of Camil's hot, strong coffee, Ana turned a corner and jumped back with squeal as a whip cracked right in her face.

"Ana! Did I get you? Are you hurt?" Eugen was on her in a flash, his blue eyes wide with concern as he ran hands over her, looking for damage. He gave her a little shake. "Ana. Are you okay?"

"Sorry, no. I mean, yes." She blinked and looked at him. "I'm fine, you didn't catch me." Her eyes were drawn back to where Camil was standing. Naked in the snow, his hands bound above his head. Blindfold and gagged. "Um?"

"Oh," Eugen gave an embarrassed little laugh. "Ah well. Sorry, I didn't hear you coming. Didn't expect you back yet."

"My legs got tired," Ana deadpanned.

"Okay. Well," Eugen looked beyond uncomfortable and Ana sniggered.

"Eugen. I know you and Camil are into BDSM."

"What? How?"

"Some things you've let slip."

"And what does a young lady like you know about BDSM?" Eugen asked. Then noting her wicked smile, repeated, "And what does a young lady like you know about BDSM?" in a very different tone.

"I was three years in Amsterdam. I was known as Mistress Penance."

Eugen's mouth dropped open in delighted amazement.

"Specializing in femdom," Ana added cheekily and chuckled when Eugen bounced a little.

"Oh my God, this is fantastic," he enthused, before absently turning and cracking the whip close to Camil's bum cheek, making him flinch. "Sorry, I don't want him to get bored."

"Isn't he cold?"

"Sure, but it won't do him any harm," he smiled at Ana's raised eyebrow. "He can feel the cold, but he's not going to get pneumonia, or frostbite. Last year we had a big storm. I staked him out and watched. Rain, massive hailstones, you should have seen the bruises, then four foot of snow. He loved it. Although he was the most interesting blue tinge by the time I released him," he added before cracking the whip again.

"Okay, I get it won't harm him, but it's still freezing."

Eugen nodded. "To be honest, we're angry. Just so crazy angry, it's not containable. But BDSM, it's better than any therapy, you know? I can expel the fury in violence and Camil uses pain."

"Your husband is your perfect match."

"Yes," Eugen agreed. "And after last night we're both really horny as well."

"What happened last night?" Ana asked curiously.

"Well, that's a very good question, but you were certainly vibing weren't you. Good dreams were they?" He laughed as Ana groaned and hid her flushed face in her hands. "Jesus, it was like sticking a poker in an electric socket."

"I'm so sorry," Ana quietly wailed.

"Are you always like that?" Eugen grinned at her.

"No. Maybe. I don't know," she frowned as Eugen's delighted grin widened. "Shut up. I've been having dreams."

"Hot dreams judging by the effect on us," he rubbed her arm. "Anyway, out here it won't impact on Emil. He's resting now."

Ana nodded.

"Plus snow-cones."

"What?" Ana frowned, confused at the change in subject.

"I'm making snow-cones."

"Eh?"

"I'll bleed him all over the fresh snow, and he'll cum over it as well. Yummy icy blood and cum snow-cones." He watched as Ana bent, braced her hands on her knees, and just laughed from her gut.

"Yummy for me and Emil anyway. Camil won't touch them. He has this strange peculiarity about eating his own cum!" He rubbed Ana's back kindly as she gasped for breath.

Gathering herself, she straightened and beckoned Eugen closer. Amused, he bent his ear to her lips, "Can I touch him?"

"Of course, he would love that."

They walked the fifteen yards to where Camil was restrained. Quivering, whether from cold or excitement, in his binds. His slender frame looking almost fragile in the heavy cuffs. Golden skin glowing against the icy snow.

Eugen watched with some enthusiasm as Ana patted Camil's butt cheek before running her fingernail lightly up his crack. Camil whimpered with need.

"He's so beautiful," Ana breathed, smiling at Eugen's happy nod. "And so sweet. What a lucky man you are. Where was Camil born, nearly four-hundred plus twenty-nine years ago?"

Eugen ran a hand over Camil's silky black hair, before cupping his face. His eyes fond as Camil leaned into the touch. "We don't know. Camil can't remember. I would say somewhere in Persia. What was Persia," he corrected himself.

"Hmmm," Ana nodded in agreement as she eyed the oddly shaped gag. It looked rather like a dog's chew toy, even down to the bone shaped ends sticking out either side of his mouth. It appeared to be made from thickly layered leather and was strapped into place around his head. Camil could do no more than moan and hum around it.

She flicked his freezing-hard nipples to test and found yes. He could only mumble. "That's a strange gag," she commented as Camil jumped and his cock bounced.

"Impossible to use a penis or ball gag, I learnt that lesson the hard way. Thankfully, vampires don't drool much so it doesn't get too messy."

"What's wrong with a ball gag?" Ana wanted to know.

"The fangs sink in, can't get the blasted things out. Oh, yea, laugh," he added as Ana's head dropped to Camil's shoulder and she started to shake with mirth. "Took me six fucking hours to cut the thing out with a blade. Knock it off," he complained when she continued to giggle.

"My life is so bizarre right now," Ana grinned up at him, her eyes shining. "I mean, who would think of that, the fangs sinking in?"

"Unfortunately not me!" He gave Camil's balls a hard slap. "You can stop laughing too."

Camil moaned, but his abs were still contracting with muffled giggles.

"Let's get him back in the mood," Ana suggested and gave Camil a couple of not too gentle strokes. He rocked into her hand. She thumbed his slit, collecting pre-cum on her fingers. "Doesn't like his own cum?" she confirmed and Eugen watched in delight as she smeared pre-cum over Camil's lips around the gag.

He struggled and snarled, but she simply gripped his balls to hold him still, before kissing his cheek and winking at Eugen.

"Oh, Ana. You really must stay and play with us."

"It would be my pleasure."

They walked back to their starting point and Eugen raised an eyebrow and handed Ana the long single tail. Impressed when she inspected it carefully from handle to tip, before giving a couple of testing cracks. "Does it pass?"

"Yes, it's good. But it's going to do a lot more damage than any whip I've used before."

"You worked in a club?"

She nodded. "Yea, I had a three month wait list. But I've never bled a man. Welts and bruising only."

"Ana. He's not a man."

She frowned at the whip, but when she looked up at him her eyes were eager.

"It's easy," Eugen encouraged. "We get our release. Camil gets his. I make the treats," he grinned when Ana sniggered. "Then I take Camil and his ripped, bleeding flesh to bed, give him a nip of my blood and let him sleep for a couple of hours. By the time he wakes the bleeding will be long stopped. In two days, he'll be as perfect and flawless as he is now."

"But how?"

"Because we regenerate."

"You do what now?"

"Vampires are continually regenerating. That's what the blood does. That's why we don't age, or wear out."

"Like Doctor Who?"

Eugen blinked for a moment, then barked out a laugh when he caught her meaning. "Ha! Yes, I suppose. A bit like that. But not all at once, we're more an ongoing sort of thing."

He stepped behind her and lifted her arm. "I know a chap who nearly lost his arm when his horse bolted. It was mangled so badly you wouldn't have known it was an arm, had it not been hanging, bloody and fleshless from his shoulder socket. He healed."

"When?"

"About three hundred years ago. The healing took two weeks. I played pool with him in Berlin six months ago. You can hurt him Ana, but you won't harm him."

He stepped back and smiled as Ana let the whip fly.

Camil moaned into the gag as the first line of pain flicked across his back.

By the fifth hit, Ana had the feel of the whip and droplets of blood were sprinkling the snow. Camil shaking and screaming.

"Can you turn him around?" Ana asked, and Eugen ran quickly to do her bidding.

Camil's cock continued to bounce happily, leaking in her direction, as she swept agony across his skin.

After about twenty hits, Ana handed the whip back to Eugen. "It works. Totally great for releasing anger. Your turn."

"Why thank you," Eugen gave her a gentlemanly smile, and then the whip began to blur through the air. Clearly general movement was not the only thing vampires could do faster than humans.

Muffled shrieks filled the air along with a sound like firecrackers, as Camil danced and swayed before going limp in his binds. Eugen continuing to open his skin, blood flowing like streams, the snow beneath his feet turning pink.

Then Camil jerked harshly as his cock started to spout copious amounts of cum. The whole thing from handing Eugen the whip had taken less than four minutes.

"Shit! Don't want to waste it." Eugen pushed the whip at Ana and hurried forward, pulling a large blade from his belt. He slashed it through the rope allowing Camil to fall to the ground, wrists still bound together.

"Ana, can you pass that container over?"

Ana, having coiled the whip as she followed Eugen, looked around and spotted an empty tub of Ben and Jerrys.

Smirking she moved it closer to Eugen who was sweeping snow, blood, and spunk over Camil's body, mixing it together. His tongue was poking out between his teeth and he was humming.

After cramming as much as he could into the container, he sucked excess from his fingers and then pulled Camil's arms back down, removing the cuffs, then the blindfold, then the gag. Which took some wriggling free, even if it was fang proof.

Ana didn't know whether to be amused, or concerned for Camil who looked like he had been semi-shredded.

Camil worked his jaw a few times, and then smiled up at Eugen.

"Feeling better, my love?"

"So good," Camil managed, his throat raw.

Eugen kissed him and then picked him up, cradling him close. "Let's get you warm and resting." He winked at Ana. "Promise, he'll be good as gold in no time."

Taking a deep breath she nodded, then bent for the cuffs, gag, blindfold and ice cream container.

"I can come back for those."

"It's okay, I'll dump it all in the kitchen."

Ana did so and then followed to where Eugen had set up a recovery room next to Ana's bedroom. The sheets and blankets were clean, but stained. Someone had bled into them before.

Camil moaned and rolled, sleepy and seeking comfort. Eugen patted him with towels. Ana was amazed to see the wounds were already weeping, rather than bleeding.

She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Camil's damp hair. "Are you keeping him down here so he's not too close to Emil?" Camil rolled again and nuzzled her arm.

Eugen nodded as he pulled up and tucked in the sheets. "Yea. Emil has seen it all before, but we can't know how much he understands right now. I'll give Camil a few sips and he'll be half way better by dinner time."

He looked up and saw Camil was now nuzzling at Ana's hand. "Or, of course, that would work?"

"What?" Ana smiled at the sleepy, affectionate Camil. Soft brown eyes blinking up at her.

"Well, to be honest, Ana. If he took those few sips from you, he'll be healed up in no time."

"How so?" Ana asked, her hand pausing in Camil's hair.

"Human blood is much more potent than vampire blood."

Ana considered for a moment. "Will it hurt?"

"A little. Most people quite like it. There's something very seductive about it. But please, there's no obligation."

"A few sips, not a full feed."

"A few sips IS a full feed, Ana."

Ana shivered as she pulled up her sleeve. Eugen took her hand.

"Please, you're frightened. I can feed him."

"No. I want to. I'm interested. Oh, I see," she realized Eugen was concerned as she was trembling a little now. "I'm not scared. I'm cold. My jeans are wet, I need a hot shower, but I can do this first."

Camil was pouting sleepily up at them and they laughed at his expression.

"Okay then. Just lower your wrist, he's a little sore. It will be a quick sharp pain."

Ana gasped as Camil bit neatly into her wrist, then she felt his tongue lapping quickly.

"Then you'll feel."

Ana's eyes closed and she swayed backwards as a wave of arousal swept over her.

Eugen caught her and chuckled in her ear. "Yea, that."

A couple of soft sucks and a lick and Camil released her. "Thank you, Ana," he mumbled, then passed out.

"Whoa," Ana managed, as Eugen lifted her and carried her back to her room. "I'm okay, sorry it took me by surprise." As Eugen set her on her feet she examined her wrist. "There's not a mark."

"No, we always heal the wound. Unless it's an attack and we are trying to cause harm. Are you steady?"

Ana thought for a moment. "I'm fine. The 'need' was so overpowering."

Eugen smiled. "Yes. We usually take longer to feed. Tiny sips, repeated bites and healing. It's fantastic foreplay." He leaned in and kissed Ana's cheek as she blushed. "Go shower. I'll check on Emil and see you in the kitchen in a while.

Ana fought off her wet jeans and gratefully stood in the hot shower, letting the last couple of hours run through her head.

Certainly the games Eugen and Camil played were much more hardcore than anything she had done. At the club that kind of damage to cliental and they wouldn't have been able to return. Not good for business.

But Camil was healing before her eyes. Eugen had told her that vampires felt everything more acutely than humans. So their games were more intense. She supposed that made sense.

And the feeding. Camil had been so sweet. It hadn't really hurt. Maybe a little, but it felt good. So good, she had nearly orgasmed from a few light sucks. No wonder people became donors.

Ana smiled and tipped her head back to rinse. Well she wasn't going anywhere until Emil was well. So she had time to experiment.

Then she froze, hands still caught her in hair. Her face a mask of horror.

-X

Eugen seemed to tense when Ana ran into the kitchen. "I made tea to warm you up," he said overbrightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she accused.

Eugen went still but didn't look at her.

Ana stalked over and shoved him with both hands. "Why didn't you TELL me?"

"Ana!"

"My blood can help Emil. If it can heal Camil in a couple of hours then it can help Emil?"

Eugen held up a hand when she went to shove him again. "Stop. Ana. Don't provoke a vampire. Don't ever forget we are not human."

"Answer the fucking question. Why are you letting him suffer?"

Eugen winced at her curse, but then seemed to shatter. "We were scared."

"What?"

"We were too scared to ask. Too scared to tell you," he staggered over to the table and sank onto a chair, his head in his hands.

"Why?"

"In case you said no," Eugen looked up, his cheeks were wet with tears. "We didn't dare to hope. We didn't think you would still be here, but the snow." He waved a vague hand.

Ana sat too and grabbed it, pressing it to her heart. "Eugen. I would never say no."

He looked at her, blue eyes drenched, but instead of speaking just grabbed her and clung. She held him and rocked as he wept out days of fear and stress.

Finally he pulled back, gave her a wobbly smile and stood to grab some kitchen roll. After wiping his face he sat back down. Smiling properly when Ana sipped her tea then pushed the mug towards him. He took a sip as well, waiting for her to speak first.

"Can we go up now. The sooner the better right?"

Eugen shook his head, lifting and kissing her palm when she frowned, annoyed at him again. "Please, let me explain. For a start, we need Camil. Fledglings don't have any control. It's not like feeding a fully developed vampire with a few sips. He could drain you. And he's strong. We must both be there to keep you safe. After dinner."

"Okay, that makes sense. How long does it take to learn control?"

"It varies," Eugen replied. "All fledglings would be supervised to start when feeding. Some gain control quickly. Camil was safe in six months, but it's often years. It's very rare, but some never learn control."

Ana reared back, surprised. "How do they live?"

"They simply don't feed directly from humans. The feeding would trigger a frenzy but they're fine the rest of the time."

Ana rested her chin on her hands and narrowed her eyes. "How long did it take you? Assuming you can remember that far back!"

Eugen's mouth opened in exaggerated shock. "Just how old do you think I am?"

"I dunno. Maybe twice as old as Camil?"

He rapped his knuckles on her head. "Madam! I'm less than fifty years older than Camil in vampire age. And I was thirty-five when turned."

Ana smiled hopefully. "Will you tell me about it?"

"Well to answer your original question, it took me just over a year to gain full control. Although my Sire was very cautious."

He sat for a moment, collecting this thoughts as they continued to share the tea.

"When I was twelve, I was apprenticed to my Sire's estate. Or my master as he was then. I worked in the stables, I've always had an affinity with horses. I was only nineteen when I was second in charge. My master had taken a shine to me and educated me, encouraged me. Then, at twenty-five, I was recommended to run the stables on another estate. A friend of my master. I was sad to go, but it was a good opportunity and was of benefit to my master as well."

"Was he a vampire then?"

"Yes, of course. We all knew that."

Intrigued, Ana nodded for him to continue.

"It was a good life. Simple, hard work, and productive. Then, when I was thirty-five I was caught in one of the plagues that regularly swept throughout Europe and beyond. My second master was human, but he knew what his friend was, and knew that he had always been fond of me. He sent word that I was dying."