NOTE: This story contains a transgender male character. That is to say -- a character with breasts, a vagina and a uterus who identifies as a man. Florian is "post HRT" (so has an enlarged clitoris, body hair and a more masculine voice) but still has his breasts and other birth organs intact because his ability to shapeshift can't change his body that drastically. If this is a problem for you, please scroll away.
Extra note: This story is a semi-sequel to my other work, The Creature in the Dungeon, occurring after it and referencing back to it at times
When Florian opened his eyes he couldn't tell where he was -- it was dark and everything seemed blurry and out of focus... And it was cold -- unbearably so. It wasn't cold in the way his father's home was cold, not like an ancient, drafty castle filled with fires that could never quite chase away the chill but... Cold in a way that bit deep into the dhampir's bones, cold in a way that made his skin burn and his joints ache.
It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust and focus on his surroundings. He was even higher up into the mountains than his home village sat -- the stars sparkled overhead seemingly so close that he could almost touch them. The wind blew harshly but the air felt thin and draw breath was surprisingly difficult, even for Florian who had grown up in a mountain village. The grasses that grew in the endless darkness of the Midnight Band rustled all around him as the icy breeze assaulted his nearly naked skin.
Gods, the only thing he was wearing was his undershirt, which was made from a delicate linen fabric that never quite seemed to absorb his body heat... A shudder tore through him as he struggled to his feet.
How had he gotten here? Where was he?
Wait...he had...
Horror descended on him then -- that's right, he had been taken from his bedroom shortly after moon set just as darkness had fully descended upon Wronavov... Some hideous creature had broken through the window, dragging him from his bad, pulling him up and bringing its mouth to his throat when...
Some unholy mixture of pain and pleasure had caused Florian to cry out as rapturous bliss cascaded over him in waves... But beneath that, there had been a deep pulling in his veins, his heart straining against it as the creature had swallowed greedy mouthfuls of his blood. He knew that sensation from the times when Viktor had fed upon him -- of course, Viktor wasn't over seven feet tall with a mouth and hunger to match.
Florian cast his eyes about in sudden terror. Where had the creature gone!? He was in a clearing with dark pine trees rising high into the sky all around him, the grasses reaching up to nearly his thighs. He couldn't see the creature but he did hear it -- the sound of snuffling breaths and a deep bass growl that vibrated in Florian's chest and sent a shudder of fear down his spine. There was a shimmer in the air before Florian, distorting the night sky as the creature suddenly appeared.
It stood far, far over him with great batlike wings that rose up behind it -- blotting out the sky behind it. Its skin was dark gray and speckled with black -- its face was nearly skeletal and it large ears to match its batlike wings protruded from its skull... Even with its mouth closed, its teeth stuck out over its thin lips... Florian's eyes trailed over the creature -- its hulking muscular form, the thin layer of hair that covered its body and the long, razor sharp claws that tipped its fingers.
This alone would have been enough to terrify the dhampir. He had been raised on the horror stories of pre-cataclysm vampires that had long ago transformed into hideous monsters, leaving their human mind and body far behind, dwelling high in the dark mountains of the Midnight Band where even the light of the moon could not reach them... But it wasn't the memory of these stories that the young nobleman's blood run cold in his veins.
No, what caused Florian to freeze on the spot with his eyes wide in terror was the thick, rigid cock that stood erect between the creature's legs. It was ridged by protruding veins, dark red and glistening in the moonlight as a viscous glob of fluid dripped from its tip... Good Gods, that cock was nearly as long as his forearm and just as thick --and it didn't even seem to be fully hard yet, throbbing and swelling ever so slightly even as Florian stared at it in terror.
The creature may have left its human mind behind and lost its ability to speak, but that clearly hadn't taken away its telepathic abilities. Florian felt it in his mind, tearing its way into him and flooding him with images of what it wanted from him.
It was enough to shock Florian into action and he took a step back, shaking his head violently.
"No!" He cried. "You can't possibly -- you can't! I'm not -- you'll kill me with that thing!"
The creature tilted its head, giving Florian the distinct impression that it understood him and without words, it made him understand very well that it knew what Florian was. That a human body would be ripped asunder by its enormous member but that Florian was not human -- being half vampire, his body was far more elastic and capable of enduring and healing from things that would most certainly kill a human... But being that Florian was only half vampire, his womb wasn't the sterile tomb of a fully-blooded vampire.
This, of course, was no longer true. After the Cataclysm, the nature of the world had changed. Long, long gone were the days when vampires were little more than corpses animated by necromantic magic, incapable of procreation. They were one of the true races of the world now -- perfectly capable of having children with one another... Even if that often proved difficult for fully-blooded vampires after they Came of Age.
But the creature that stood before Florian, towering over him with its massive bulk was unbelievably old, likely having walked this part of the world when the light of the sun still warmed it by day and it was a landscape of bustling cities and idyllic farmland...Not the endlessly dark, frozen expanse of wilderness that it was now... And it sought the continuation of its line -- it sought someone to carry its child within them, someone who could survive its brutal embrace... And it had chosen Florian.
