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Nandor writhed. Leather cuffs bound his wrists together and thick chains tethered them above his head to the dungeon’s ceiling. If that was it, the vampire could have easily broke free, but that damn red rosary wrapped around his wrists over the leather, keeping him weak and vulnerable to every horrible, holy syllable which danced across Guillermo’s tongue.
“Las brujas dijeron que nosotros necesitamos limitar tus eyaculaciones. No quiero insinuar que la calidad de tu semilla es mala pero yo necesito el dinero,” his familiar proclaimed, chanting the ancient psalms in Latin with his wicked lips.
Moaning in agony as the crucifix in the man’s hand drew closer, brushing against the purpling head of his desperation manhood, Nandor cursed the ring which kept him from coming. His balls ached. He could feel his seed gathering there. So much potent semen caught inside rather than spilled as he twisted and thrust his hips into the empty air. Guillermo drove him to such exquisite heights!
Humming softly, Guillermo’s soft but even delivery of the prayer continued, “Los otros habitantes de la casa ensuciaron la cocina otra vez. Ellos saben que yo necesito comer comida y ustedes no la utilicen pero ellos jodieron allí todos los días!”
With a hiss, Nandor bared his fangs. “No more! Release me!”
A sharp fire burned across his skin, and there would undoubtedly be a vivid red impression of the cross upon his back. If it weren’t for the constant stream of holy babble, the vampire could have torn himself free - rosary be damned - and fuck his ridiculous, beautiful familiar, but he was completely at the other man’s mercy. Vulnerable. Panting and clenching around the plug which kept him open. As it shifted, releasing more of that damn holy water inside him, Nandor roared.
“Paciencia, mi patrón.”
Soft fingers brushed over his raw skin. They drifted down, pressing at the end of the plug. When Guillermo pulled it free, Nandor sagged in relief, allowing the stretch in his shoulders to shift.
“Let me come, my dear Guillermo.”
“Dios mío, Patrón,” his familiar huffed, but he pressed two fingers inside, and somehow that whisper burned all the more. “Si pensara que alguna vez te molestarías en aprender español, podría tener la tentación de dejarte, pero ... entonces, las brujas.”
As he spoke, Guillermo thrust inside, fucking the vampire as his arms wound around to keep Nandor in place. Moaning with each thrust, Nandor gasped and panted, desperate until that wonderful moment when his familiar undid the ring, allowing the rush of the vampire’s orgasm to finally overtake him, but one wasn’t enough.
Feigning weakness, Nandor slumped forward, hiding his grin as Guillermo undid the cuffs, but twisting, he pinned his familiar on the floor. “Ah-ah-ah!” he scolded, covering the sweet hunter’s mouth. “No more prayers.”
He tore every bit of clothes from Guillermo’s body, slamming his cock inside the warmth of his familiar’s body. They had fucked earlier, so he was still slick and loose. When Nandor came a second time, he brought his hand around, fondling Guillermo until the mortal followed.
“Wonderful, Guillermo,” Nandor praised. Kissing him, he moaned as their tongues entwined. “I can taste those horrible prayers upon your lips. It’s exhilarating!”
Humming softly one more, the familiar nodded, glancing with a smile to the side as if enjoying a secret all his own.