Peculiar Hunger - Awaening #01

Content warning: Futa/male

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Numb nothingness shackled his body deeply. The stupor was felt but not quite the same as being awake. Yet there was something strange about this stupor. It felt almost unwilling. But, like every stupor, the sense of reality slowly returned to him. Inch by inch. Once again, Belor felt alive, or rather unalive.

His eyes pierced through the darkness that surrounded him. The cold stone above Belor was clearly of his usual resting place, and the soft cushion below only validated such.

A numb pain in his head was the only thing left of the deep stupor he was in. The vampire looked down at his own body and found no sign of damage.

Of course there wouldn't be any damage; he was a vampire after all. Why would he even think that?

If he was looking for answers to his forgetting, he wouldn't find them inside this stone coffin. A slight surge of power emits from the vampire as he seeks the connection to his manor for the usual dark energy that nets around his estate.

In his weakened state, he eventually finds the familiar energy beneath the surface that immediately connects with him. He and his manor are one again, but just like with himself, he felt the weakness in the net that barely had any strength left.

Slowly and carefully he crawled his senses through the building looking for any sign of existence. A weak form sparks in his mind somewhere in the entry hall, and a sigh of relief escaped the young undead. A very familiar creature.

Putting together all the strength in his light, slender body, he pushed the coffin open and finally stepped out of the confinement. If his heart would still be beating, it would have skipped a step at the sight around him.

The crypt was destroyed and damaged, with rubble lying around everywhere. It looked like a battle had taken place within his most secure safe haven. His senses once again sparked for danger, but emptiness greeted the vampire again.

Carefully he stepped through the rubble with his bare feet, making sure not to damage his beautiful form. Having full control of his lithe beauty again felt wonderful.

When he arrives at the doorway out of the crypt, he stretches fully, no longer hindered by coffin or rubble. The vampire looked down on his pale body with a soft smile.

His twinkish figure still looked gorgeous as always, with his average cock hanging freely and his cute ass looking spankable as ever.

'I should probably find some clothes before stepping into civilization before some lady or guy pounces on me.'

Thinking about ladies immediately made his hunger surge, and once again the vampire became aware of his current weak state. A hunt was soon in order.

The quiet steps of his bare feet echoed through the corridors of the mansion. His damaged home has seen far better days. It would need a lot of work to bring the estate back to its dark glory. Luckily enough, his connection was now fully back, and his steps carried him quickly to his destination.

Occasionally he comes across skeletal remains damaged from combat of the potential invasion that has caused such damage to the building.

Soon enough he arrived at the great hall, which had to carry the heaviest destruction. At some point, heavy siege engines or magic must have blasted through the entry, and the amount of skeletons was staggering. At least he wouldn't have to worry about the necromantic future of his household.

The vampire digs through some rubble until he finally frees the remains of a fairly intact skeletal body. Any clothing has rotted away, but the bone structure alone was enough to identify him.

A slight rumble goes through the mansion as Belor sparks some of his remaining energy. The vampire doubted that he could reanimate any undead except this one who is connected to him so deeply.

As the dark glow from his eyes vanishes, he has to lean against a wall to not fall over, but the result made him smile. With sudden and erratic motions, the skeleton sparks to unlife again and slowly tries to stand up.

"It is good to see you, Charles. Maybe you can help me solve what has happened here."

At the sound of Belor's gentle voice, the empty sockets snap to him, and a familiarity can be seen within the rigid expressions of the skull.

"Master Belor! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

The skeleton is far more animated than others of his kind. Reason being that he has been connected to Belor for centuries as the dutiful servant.

"I am alright, thank you, but you look quite awful. You should probably find your arm at some point."

Charles looks at his missing limb and gives a slow nod.

"Of course. My apologies for this inadequate look not befitting your status. I will look for my extremity post haste!"

The undead servant immediately sparks to motion, trying to find his arm among the rubble.

"No. Wait, you idiot. Answer my questions first. No reason for etiquette at the moment. Besides, we are both naked."

Charles looks over the naked body of his beautiful master. "Of course. Master Belor. Well, I do not have much memory of the events a hundred years ago, but..."

The thought process of the servant is immediately interrupted by the surprised gasp of the vampire. "A hundred years?! I am only 400, no, 500 years old now. I have missed a fifth of my existence?"

Belor paces through the grand hall, sounding out his frustration against the silence as the servant follows and tries to calm him. "Barely anything mortal from back then exists anymore. Who is even in charge of the surrounding lands?"

A skeletal hand rests on his shoulder to calm the agitated vampire. If the vampire had any strength currently, he probably would have broken more of the estate. "Master Belor. I can only tell you what I remember. We were assaulted by adventures with holy might. Some kind of church of divine entity must have backed them; otherwise, they would not have succeeded."

In a calmer state, Belor looks back at his servant. "Then why am I alive then? Surely they would have destroyed such a vile undead like me." A mocking tone sits in his voice as he is far from vile and actually not as undead as most vampires.

"What about mother? She surely would have saved me from the strange stupor. Her life might be ancient, but even a hundred years are enough for her to act."

A shrug comes from the undead in front of him. "As soon as you were left inanimate, so too did my existence stop."

A motion of hopelessness comes across Belor's eternally beautiful face as his gaze wanders over the rubble and destruction around him. As a sigh escapes him, Charles springs to action and holds his shoulder so that they look at each other. Seeing his master like this pains his missing heart.

He somehow manages to have a fatherly look in his unmoving skull as he holds his far more powerful protectee. "Now, now, Master Belor. You still exist and are only one or two hunts away from regaining your strength. As long as I still walk around, I will help you and be by your side."

Another sigh escapes the young-looking vampire, and he takes strength that is needed for the rebuilding of his estate. "Talking about hunts, are there any villages or hamlets nearby?"

It was dark out as the tavern was slowly but surely emptying. In the flickering light of the candles, the usual drunkards sat around finishing their last drinks. The sturdy lady started washing out some mugs as she was looking at her tavern.

Some might question why a mature beauty like her would still be working the bar while having a bunch of young ones around who could take over that part, but Matilda always enjoyed the social aspect of dealing with patrons. That was the very reason why she started this business when she was younger, to begin with.

A slight smile crosses her face as she remembers the young woman in the mirror from 15 years ago, always drawing eyes towards her generous curves. Not that she no longer draws eyes from the patrons, but maybe she did put on a bit more weight.

Her gaze stops at the unfamiliar figure sitting in the corner alone. The slender man was definitely not a regular and definitely not drunk. At least she assumed that it was a man because the robe and hood were hiding most of his features.

"Hey Tina, who is that guy in the corner? Did he even order anything?"

The young maid who was currently ushering out some drunkards who had way too much looks over to the barkeep. "Well, he came in a while ago. Don't know who he is. I didn't want to kick him out for not ordering for... for reasons."

A slight blush creeps onto the maiden's face, which gives her a raised eyebrow from the older lady. "Reasons?"

The blush turns into a somewhat lewd grin as Tina gives her boss a quick grin. "Why don't you look for yourself?"

A bit confused by her maid's attitude, the mature lady steps around the bar and approaches the figure that would spark such a reaction. "Hey, everything alright wi...."

Her voice quickly stops as the figure gazes up at her. She had expected some pretty boy from the reaction of her maid, but the breathtaking beauty of the young one left her stunned.

His features were gorgeous with a slight hint of masculinity, his lips something begging to be kissed or doing much more, and then his eyes. By the gods, his eyes. She could almost lose herself in those light blue oceans.

"I am sorry. Am I causing problems?" The soft, gentle voice perfected the look, and Matilda felt her body reacting to this sinful creature.

A blush crept on her face, and heat ran through her body. She could feel the blood pooling between her thighs, and her cock gave a clear reaction to this stunning stranger.

"No, no. Of course not, cutie." It took a moment for her voice to return as she gathered herself. The stranger has pulled back his hood, revealing beautiful dark hair going all the way to his shoulders.

"I am just...." A quick sigh follows. She is acting like some young gal. "You've been sitting here all alone, not ordering anything. Is everything alright?"

At her words, the deep eyes of the young man turned slightly wet, and the big lady immediately felt a sting at her words. "I am sorry. I was just looking for some shelter from the cold. I don't have much money. I am so sorry."

He is about to stand and leave on the verge of crying, but the curvy body of Matilda stops him. A gentle pressure puts the young man back into his seat, and she sits next to him, making sure the cold boy feels the warmth of her form. "No, you don't, cutie. You will stay here where it is nice and warm, and I will bring you something hot to eat."

The coming protest was silenced with a careful finger on his lips and a gentle smile. Matilda motions for Tina to bring something, to which the young woman answers with another lewd grin.

The barkeep made sure that the young man ate everything presented to him, her warm gaze never leaving him. As it got late, the rest of the maids disappeared out of the tavern. Particularly Tina seemed sad to not stay longer.

"Thank you. You are so kind to me." A weak smile sits on his face after he finishes, which makes the mature lady's heart flutter.

"Do not worry about it, cutie. You have yet to tell me your name."

"Oh, apologies. Talin is my name." The nervous blush on his face almost makes her act up. She can still feel the heat of her arousal that has been stoking between her legs. "I should probably leave you; you surely want to go to sleep and..."

His motion for leaving is once again interrupted by her warm body. "No cutie. You can stay as long as you like. Actually, you can rest in the back. I might not have any rooms, but we can organize something. I could sleep on a bench, and you can take...."

This time it is the young man who stops her mid-sentence with his beautiful eyes taking on a different facet. A more seductive one. "Thank you. Such help, especially from such a gorgeous woman like you, still makes me believe that there is warmth and kindness in this world. If there is any way I can repay you, I am willing to do it."

The weak smile of the young man has an almost predatory tone to it, and a soft hand rests on her shoulder.

An internal giggle escapes Belor as he almost feels whiplash from the speed she grabbed him. Mortals are too easy.

The lady quickly carries him into a modest bedroom and lays him down on the soft mattress. The musky arousal from her is intoxicating. The vampire had to hold back throughout the evening to not immediately pounce on her in hunger, as it had been so long.

Keeping up the innocent act, he slowly reveals more of his gorgeous body to the heavy-breathing beauty standing in front of him. Hopefully, the sturdy lady does not pass out from his enchanting looks like many mortals before her. "I want to... I want to make you feel good."

Only a second passes after the stammering words before Matilda is completely naked in all her glory. Her heavy breasts, which are slightly sagging, move softly under her aroused breathing. The rest of her body is just as enticing. She might not be as super thin as some other ladies, but many prefer it that way. The curves of her ass and hips are almost begging for someone to sink their hands into the soft flesh. But of course, Belor's eyes are on the main attraction of the evening.

Poking out from between her kissable thighs is a rock-hard cock already dripping pre in abundance. The purple cockhead is engorged with need and pointing towards him invitingly. Her fat shaft is not too long but has a nice thickness to it that would deliciously stretch any hole.

Below this wonderful specimen sits the price for all his work. Two plump balls hang heavily between her legs. Belor can smell her seed as it churns in her sack. His eyes almost flutter in pleasure from the thought of drinking down her life essence.

After all, he is very different from other vampires.

The lustful gaze of the woman rests on him, and he sees the contradiction in her face as she wants to grab the target of her desire in front of her but is scared to strongly touch this delicate beauty. Funnily enough, it actually is the other way around because of his vampiric nature.

"Sit down. I want to make you feel good." He takes her hand and guides her on the bed, spreading her legs as she sits down. Belor slides down onto his knees right between the meaty thighs. The smell is ever stronger here, and he takes a moment to take in her scent.

'Focus,' he thinks to himself, and he leans forward until this pillar of fuckmeat rests on his face. The eyes of his prey are locked onto the scene between her legs, glazed over with lust. A moan escapes her as the vampire slowly kisses along her shaft with those wonderful lips of his.

"Gods, that feels divine." Belor can't help but giggle, as probably the other way is more true. His eager tongue slides along the soft but hard pillar, exploring every ridge and vein of it. The raging fire in her eyes is fuel to his slow and teasing act.

Soon he finds himself close to the heavy orbs that contain the prized possession of his work. Delight sits in the vampire's face as he takes one of them into his warm mouth, sucking and tickling it with his tongue until it is shining nicely with his spit. He can hear the results of his administration in the moans and gasps of Matilda.

The second ball gets just as much attention before he finally moves all the way up to that beautiful cockhead. He is going to play with that tight butthole later.

His velvety tongue swirls around the engorged tip and takes in the flood of pre-cum that has been gushing out of her. It is at this point that even the young vampire can no longer hold back.

With one swift movement, he takes her entire shaft deep into his throat, stretching him wide. A deep hunger creeps into his eyes as the beast has lost its patience.

A long moan draws from the buxom woman's lips at the sudden tightness around her shaft. That innocent-looking boy has taken her cock deep into him, and it doesn't even look like he is struggling.

As her eyes lock onto his, it now finally occurs to her that there is more to this cutie showing up in her tavern.

The lady doesn't have time to think about it as the young one bobs up and down on her shaft in a speed that almost seems unnatural. She wants to move, but the slender arms of Belor hold her down easily as he keeps devouring this delicious cock.

As the beast has taken over, there is little control in his movements as the fat shaft slides into his mouth over and over again. With centuries of expertise, he works her dick, eager for the creamy delight to come. The tightness of his throat is otherworldly, and no mortal will last long under such conditions.

She can't even warn him that she is about to explode, but he doesn't seem to care anyway. Everything inside Matilda snaps as this beautiful stranger brings her towards an orgasm that is better than anything she has ever experienced.

With a deep moan, she finally unleashes her hot, potent seed into this insatiable maw. Not a single drop is wasted as spurt after spurt of cum hits his throat.

Her release lasts far longer than she expected, much to Belor's delight, and after what feels like forever, she finally comes down from her high, breathing heavily. With dazed eyes, she looks down at his beautiful face still buried in her crotch, and with heavy breath, she finally begins to speak. "I am not sure which god I pleased to send me such an angel, but I am...."

Her words stop as the young man finally looks up. His gorgeous eyes now filled with a terrifying hunger that brings a nervous smile to her face. Two fingers begin prodding at her asshole, promising, or rather forcing, pleasure far beyond her ability.

The dark energy within the vampire sparks with power that he has not felt for a long time. The potent essence of this virile lady hungrily gets absorbed by his youthful body, igniting every vein with energy.

His fingers quickly find entrance between those soft cheeks and expertly find their way to that little secret that makes the softening shaft in his throat spark back to life.

"Hey cutie. Is everything alright?" There is a tone of fear much different from the first time she spoke those words today, but his famished gaze is enough to silence the mature lady.

Like a ravenous beast, he starts anew, bopping up and down on her meaty shaft, making her moans turn into screams of pleasure like she has never felt before. She can barely hold on as the young vampire takes her deep again, and she questions her choice of words from before as this beast takes her to new heights.

Hours later, Belor is finally satisfied. With a lewd, wet pop, her soft shaft slides out of his mouth, shining with his spit.

The mature beauty lies in her now messy bed, her eyes wide open on the edge of consciousness. She looks perfectly ravaged with her sweaty body and erotic curves sprawled across the mattress.

"Four times is not bad for a mortal, I must say." Amusement sits in Belor's voice as he slightly adjusts himself, barely tired from the ordeal.

Quite the opposite is the case, as his body brims and surges with dark energy just like in the days of the past. The vampire can feel the sparks flowing through him as his magic begs to be used.

With a slight grin, he sees the chest of the lady move softly, and he leans over her to give one of her heavy tits a spank and suck, watching the hefty globe jiggle with delight.

"I would have played with those a bit more, but I have to apologize for my hunger, but maybe you don't even mind." He looks around the room for a second. "I am going to take a look around. Maybe I'll find something better to wear."