One of the rooms of his home was in use as a BDSM dungeon, and Mark was there now, laying on the bed, naked and handcuffed.
Nobody had touched him yet, and he was already drenched, thighs slick with his arousal, clit hard and aching.
The room was dim except for the glow of blue glass lanterns and purple fairy lights, which was fitting for a spooky Halloween atmosphere while not being kitschy and detracting from the mood. Mark had no idea how long he'd been waiting so far, but it seemed like forever. All the longer as his mind raced with the delicious possibilities of what his lovers were going to do with him, cuffed and helpless like this.
Every nerve in his body was screaming for touch. For pain and pleasure. Craving it like a drug.
At last Mark heard a "Good evening," in Nicholas's deep, silken voice.
Nicholas walked in. At six foot four with his silver hair and beard, thick bushy eyebrows, dark brown eyes, olive complexion, patrician nose and long face with high cheekbones, he bore a striking resemblance to the late actor Sir Christopher Lee... and tonight he was dressed as Count Dracula, wearing a black velvet cape with a silver knotwork clasp over a black brocade tunic and black trousers... and a set of fangs.
Mark grinned. "Well, well, well."
As Nicholas approached the bed, Mark saw the hard bulge in his pants, which suggested that Nicholas, Anthony and Sören had been fooling around a little after they restrained Mark. The thought of them making out and groping each other made Mark's cunt throb. Mark spread his thighs to give Nicholas a good look at how ready he was, how much he wanted.
"What a wet slut you are," Nicholas said, looking down at Mark's creamy cunt.
"Yes, milord." Mark licked his lips. "What are you going to do about it?"
Nicholas gave a small, predatory smile. "Have a feast."
Nicholas took off his cape, draping it neatly over a chair, but left the rest of his clothing on - for now. As much as Mark wanted to see Nicholas naked, there was something thrilling about Nicholas still being clothed while he himself was not, reinforcing that feeling of vulnerability, being completely under his lovers' control.
Total trust and surrender.
Nicholas climbed onto the bed, leaned in and they kissed. Mark breathed in the scent of his cologne and his cunt throbbed at the sensual kiss and the feel of Nicholas's erection pressing against him through the trousers. Nicholas took a moment to touch Mark's face with a tender look in his eyes, then kissed Mark again, more deeply. Mark moaned into the kiss, arching to him, wanting.
Nicholas began to kiss Mark's neck. Over the last four years they'd all learned each other's bodies well - Mark's neck was exquisitely sensitive. Nicholas kissed, licked... and nibbled. The fangs turned a little nip into a sharper bite and Mark gasped at the sweet sting, the pleasure-pain making heat surge through his body, cunt creaming even more. Mark heard himself whimper, and Nicholas gave a soft chuckle just before he bit at the hollow where neck and shoulder met. Mark almost came untouched, drowning in sensation.
Nicholas kissed, licked and bit back up Mark's neck, and back down. Mark heard himself breathing harder, felt himself trembling, and they'd only just begun.
Nicholas worked his way down Mark's body. Lapping one nipple while he played with the other, then suckling, biting. Tongue teasing more slowly at the sensitized nub before harder rubbing, tugging with his lips and his teeth. He went back and forth between Mark's nipples, making them stand in long, thick peaks, glistening from his tongue. Nicholas kissed, licked and playfully bit Mark's stomach, hips and thighs, following the trail of his mouth with his fingers, walking and brushing. "As you know, the Eldar have a stronger constitution than Men, but your beautiful body will still be covered in love bite bruises tomorrow after I'm done with you." Nicholas gave a wicked little smile. "Marked and claimed."
Mark shuddered and whimpered in response, his cunt aching urgently, dripping.
Nicholas moved back up, kissing, caressing, licking, biting, and back down again. "Such a beautiful, lovely boy," Nicholas whispered, tenderly nuzzling Mark's side before giving a fierce bite with his fangs, making Mark cry out, almost coming. "I can't get enough of you."
He made several more rounds of Mark's body - Mark lost count, the pleasure was too intense - and at last, Nicholas rubbed his nose in Mark's silky black bush. Mark was desperate for release, but Nicholas gave him another smug, taunting smile and said, "As you know, you're not allowed to come without permission. So you had better not come until we tell you that you may."
Before Mark could make a sassy comment about Nicholas's overuse of "as you know", Nicholas drew Mark's hard clit into his mouth. Mark gasped, his clit pulsing.
It was just enough to drive him crazy, not enough to make him come. Nicholas sucked on Mark's clit, gently and slowly at first, then harder, pulling on it with his lips. Mark writhed as much as the restraints would allow, panting, moaning louder and louder as he lost himself in the filthy sweetness of his lover's mouth. As badly as Mark needed to come, the sucking was almost as good as orgasm itself, the pleasure building higher and deeper until nothing else existed.
After what felt like an eternity, Nicholas licked at Mark's clit ever so slowly... long, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Then he lapped a little faster. Mark's clit pulsated again, almost coming - orgasm glimmering just out of reach. He was trying to be a good boy, but Nicholas was making it difficult with that clever tongue.
Nicholas sucked on Mark's clit some more, suctioning harder this time - daring Mark to come without permission. Mark clenched his teeth and his fists, his breath in shuddery gasps, trying to hold back.
And finally, before Mark could disobey and climax, Nicholas pulled back and stroked Mark's very hard, very swollen clit with his finger, smiling. "Delicious," he said.
Then he stood up. Mark whined with protest and Nicholas just laughed at him, then turned around and began to walk away. But before he could get too far, he paused, looked over his shoulder, and held up an index finger.
Mark watched as Nicholas strode over to the toy chest - where they kept dildos, vibrators and some implements for kinky play - and produced a long, slim metallic blue vibrator. He turned it to its lowest setting, shoved in Mark's cunt, and wagged his finger. "Remember, you shan't come without permission, pet." Then he laughed his way out of the dungeon, leaving his cape behind.
Mark whimpered, thighs quivering as the vibrator purred away inside him, frustrating him to the Hells.
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