Castle Nevoie Ch. 05

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 / Amber.

-X

Previously on Castle Nevoie.

"I'll get it," Camil insisted, and rose to the pot keeping warm over the fire.

Ana smiled. She loved the mix in the kitchen, a modern microwave and coffee grinder alongside the old fireplace and huge copper pots. Ancient and modern. Somehow it was so perfectly Eugen and Camil.

Emil walked back in and headed towards Ana in the chair. Pausing as Camil's head snapped around and the pot fell back to the stove with a clatter.

"What's wr," Ana didn't get any further as the kitchen door blasted open and a man thundered in.

A blur of speed and Emil crashed back against a stone column. His feet were kicking in the air as his throat was crushed.

Camil shouted and ran forward. There was a snarl and a grotesque ripping sound. Less than two seconds later Camil was falling to the floor, his throat torn, blood pouring from the wound.

Ana launched from the chair like a fury. It was like crashing into a wall. A large hand clamped down, crushing her shoulder as she was shaken hard. Emil choking and Camil bleeding, flashed across her vision as her feet left the floor.

Suddenly Eugen was there. Hands held up, eyes pleading as he shouted, "Please, NO."

-X

"Please, NO." Eugen looked desperate. "My Lord, she's human."

Ana's feet hit the ground but the grip didn't ease.

"My Lord, we didn't do this." Eugen's eyes were eloquent on the stranger's. "Please, let them go. Please, I'm begging you."

Ana found herself pushed towards Eugen, who caught her to him. She turned to see Emil released, dropping to his knees and gasping in air.

The man, a little taller than Eugen, stared at her in amazement before moving his eyes to Eugen. "What, in the name of God, has happened here? How can this be?" He reached down and pulled Emil's head up, although not unkindly. "He can't have been turned more than three weeks."

Ana struggled out of Eugen's hold and fell next to Camil, supporting him as he fell back into her arms, gurgling and choking on his own blood.

"Less. I'll explain, but please, My Lord." Eugen gestured helplessly towards Camil.

With a muttered curse and a nod, the stranger quickly knelt and reached for Camil. His eyes flaring when Ana shoved at him. "Don't touch him. Leave him alone."

"Ana, it's okay. Let him help." Eugen caught her hands and pulled her against him. She watched the stranger gather Camil into his arms tenderly, speaking in a low voice.

"Sweet Camil, I'm so sorry. Come here my love, it's okay." He lowered his lips to the gaping wound and began to heal it. Cradling Camil as if he were the most delicate treasure. Camil tried to reach up to touch the man's face, but he was too weak.

"I've got you," he moved Camil easily onto his lap and bit his own wrist, Camil latching on and drinking deeply before trying to pull back. "Little bit more, just a little more," the stranger encouraged, before brushing Camil's hair back and quickly healing his own wound.

"There you go, okay now?"

"Yes, My Lord," Camil mumbled and allowed himself to be cuddled close. "I'm sorry," he started, but was hushed.

"Shhh, don't think on it, just rest a little."

Ana found herself being studied again by light brown eyes. She glared back, and saw amused respect creep in.

Then his eyes moved to Emil, who was watching Camil with concern.

"He'll be fine," the stranger said.

Emil dipped his head. "My Lord."

Eugen moving slowly, placed Ana into the chair, then pulled Emil up and pushed him in also. The stranger watching them closely. Eugen then knelt and took a good look at Camil before bowing his head.

"I am in your debt, My Lord."

"What are you talking about? He attacked them," Ana broke off angrily when Emil hurriedly hushed her.

"It was my fault," Camil said, still cradled in the stranger's arms, but looking better.

Eugen caught her eye and shook his head slightly, so she subsided. Temporarily. Giving Eugen the look that she wanted a very good explanation, very soon.

The man's eyes turned again to her and Emil, snuggled in the chair. "That should not be possible."

"His control, My Lord. It is incredible."

"Hmmmm!" He turned back to Eugen. "I assume Constantine is responsible for Emil's new condition?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"I'm going to put a stake through his heart," Ana promised in a dark voice. One that she hoped put him on notice as well. Her eyes narrowed when he looked at her with amusement.

"I'm sure you would try," the stranger agreed. "As it happens, I have already done it for you."

Camil turned around to look up into his face, still secure in his arms, "What?"

The man bent and kissed Camil's forehead tenderly. "He is gone. It was not possible for him to hide from the Council forever." He looked over at Eugen again. "I came to tell you that I had been unable to find any trace of Emil. Only blood. I came to tell you I had failed, but here he is."

"It's a story, My Lord. I have written to you, but have been unable to send the letter."

"I'm sure," the stranger's eyes moved back to Emil. "I'm so sorry, Emil. I was too late."

Emil shifted in the chair. "You were searching for me?"

The man nodded.

"Thank you."

The stranger stood and placed Camil on his feet. "Go and clean up, that much blood is not a good idea around a fledging."

"My Lord," Camil bowed his head and turned.

"Take the human with you."

Ana bristled but was quietly hushed again by Emil. She stood and walked slowly past the man, staring daggers at him the whole time. He smiled benignly back, but Camil grabbed her hand and tugged her away.

The man turned and embraced Eugen, apologizing again before looking back at Emil. "It shouldn't be possible for you to be around a human."

"I wouldn't hurt her," Emil defended. Trying to keep his tone respectful.

"It's been amazing," Eugen confirmed. "I don't understand it."

The man smiled sadly. "No, I don't suppose you do." He gestured to his clothes, soaked in melted snow and Camil's blood. "I also should change. I assume I may use my usual rooms?"

"This is ever your home, My Lord," Eugen smiled, but it was edged in concern. His heart was still racing. "If you go to my room Camil will find you clean clothes. We will light your fire and make your room ready later."

The man nodded, pressed a light kiss to both Eugen and Emil's lips, and then walked out. Leaving them to stare at each other, wide eyed.

-X

Camil tugged Ana as quickly as he dared through the passageways to his room. Hushing her questions until the door was closed behind them.

"Why all the bowing and scraping. He nearly killed you," Ana demanded.

"It was my fault," Camil insisted. "And please keep your voice down."

"That's ridiculous. He attacked Emil."

"Because he knew Emil had been changed. He didn't understand what was happening." Camil yanked his soiled shirt over his head and threw it straight in the fire, he was never getting that much blood out, then he pushed Ana into a chair and knelt in front of her.

"I don't know how to make you understand, but you must be careful with him." Then his eyes lit up as inspiration hit. "Of course, your wolves."

"What about my wolves?"

"Well what happens if the Alpha is challenged? What if a young male tries to stake his claim over a healthy pack leader?"

"He gets the shit kicked out of him, or his throat rip," she faded off. "Are you saying he's your Alpha."

Camil nodded. "He is Eugen's Sire. So his authority is absolute over any vampire living in this castle. He is also the Council leader. So basically his authority over any vampire living, is absolute." He gripped her hands. "Please don't cross him. And please don't judge him by what happened here. It was my fault. I should never have challenged him. I panicked."

"As did I." They both stood as the door opened and Eugen's Sire entered. He looked at Camil gravely. "I am deeply sorry, Camil. I hope you can forgive me."

Forgetting to stand on ceremony, Camil threw himself into the man's arms. "It's done. I'm fine. It was my fault and I love you. I don't need to forgive you, My Lord."

Eugen's Sire hugged Camil and kissed his hair. "You always were so sweet."

"My Lord," Camil looked up.

"Yes. Constantine is dead. I wielded the sword of justice myself."

Camil lifted and kissed a ring on his middle finger.

"Eugen said you would have some clean clothes for me?"

Camil considered, "Perhaps something of Emil's. You are slightly taller than Eugen." He looked between Ana and the man.

"She'll be fine for a moment, off you go."

With a discreet, two fingers, to suggest two minutes, Camil hurried out.

"American, or Canadian?"

"Canadian," Ana said, hating that she felt so nervous.

He smiled. "Then I don't think 'My Lord' is going to come naturally to you." He took her hand, bowed and kissed it, before stepping back. "My name is Dragan Baciu. You may call me Lord Dragan, or Lord Baciu, both are correct. I will also accept your Canadian habit of Sir, if that is easier for you."

"Thank you, Sir. I am Ana. Ana Bryant-Jones."

"From?"

"Vancouver."

"Oh, wonderful city. I spent some time in Victoria, do you know it?"

"Yes, very well. It's beautiful."

"Indeed. And how, Ana, do you find yourself a guest at this castle?"

"Ah well, I'm still here due to the snow. And Camil broke my car. Well, actually Eugen broke my car, but he used Camil to do it. Sorry," she laughed a little at his expression and rubbed her forehead. "Sorry, Sir. I'm nervous. It was me who found Emil."

"Was it now?"

She nodded, then jumped a little as Camil rushed back in with a small pile of clothes.

"They'll be something here will fit, I'm sure. Emil is only a little taller than you."

"Thank you, Camil. My room is not ready yet. You jump in the shower, I'll use it after you."

"You should go first, My Lord."

"Ana and I are getting acquainted. You go ahead." It wasn't a request.

Camil shot an apologetic look at Ana and dashed onto the bathroom, with a murmured. "I won't be a minute."

"You and Emil are very close?"

"Yes, Sir," Ana watched him carefully as he stepped closer and studied her closely. Then she reached out blindly, as everything suddenly swayed around her.

"What happened?" Camil and Dragan lowered her into a chair.

"She's just a little dizzy. Get dressed, Camil."

Ana opened her eyes to see Camil dripping, in just a towel. "I'm okay."

He went and dragged on clean clothes, watching all the while.

"I'm sorry Ana it was my fault. I read you, but it was deeper than I expected, which is why you are dizzy. You were under for several minutes. Just sit a moment and Camil will take you back downstairs."

"You read me?" Ana immediately searched herself for blood.

"It was rude without permission, but fast and less confusing then four people trying to tell me everything all at once."

"Lord Dragan is much older than Eugen or I," Camil told her. "He has skills we haven't had time to develop. Reading people is one of them." He shook his head vehemently as Ana opened her mouth. No doubt to ask how old he was.

"It's a little like your human parlour trick of hypnosis," Dragan told her. "And rude without permission, I'm sorry."

Ana was going to mutter a complaint, but was feeling better now and thought he looked weary. "Did it help?" she asked instead.

"Very much. You are very observant and open minded."

"Okay then." She stood and took Camil's hand.

He had taken a thick parchment from the side and passed it to Dragan. "Your letter. We'll see you downstairs, My Lord," Camil led her out. Taking a deep breath once they were part way down the stairs.

"So how old is he?" Ana asked.

"That's not for me to say. And don't you dare ask him," Camil scolded.

"I was kinda kidding. Mostly," Ana reassured him. "Not that I don't want to know, but I get that it's private." She tugged Camil to stop him as they neared the kitchen. "What's wrong? You seem worried."

"Lord Dragan. He's not himself. He's unhappy." Camil's dark eyes looked up at her. "I'm frightened and I don't know why."

-X

It was an hour later that Lord Dragan returned to the kitchen.

He placed the parchment on the table and sat, folding his hands and staring at them for a while, before taking a deep breath and looking at them all in turn.

Eugen had just finished explaining to Ana that Lord Dragan was able to enter the grounds as the castle had previously been his main residence, before he passed it to Eugen, and could still be considered his home.

Ana already knew that the castle and grounds were protected by ancient wards and magic. It couldn't be found. Even satellites and drones would see nothing but impenetrable forest. Hikers would find themselves taking paths that led away.

He had explained that it had been many hundreds of years since anyone with the power to create such protection had existed, but the protection itself endured.

The small nearby village knew about them, but only the priest and the innkeeper had a key that would allow them to pass through the hidden gate. The gate that had revealed itself to her, because the castle was Emil's home.

They watched Lord Dragan with rapt attention as he began to speak.

"The Council ruled some months ago that the madness of Constantine had to end. He has slipped away from justice numerous times over centuries, but the elders asked me to see it through. Because I would not be swayed or bribed, as has happened so many times in the past."

He looked at Eugen. "When you contacted me to say Emil had been taken, I was well placed to help. We were close. But he had a large family, all as insane as him, and the closer we got the more new distractions were thrown in our path. It had the potential to become a bloodbath. Colleterial damage meant nothing to Constantine."

He sighed. "It wasn't just that his off-spring are mad, but he could also control them. It took us days to break through, even once we thought we had him cornered."

Dragan looked at Emil. "We didn't know about the tunnels. He must have got you out that way, but then went back to make his last stand. Crazy to the end."

"So, he is dead, for sure?" Camil's voice was quiet and nervous.

"The warriors trapped him in this throne room," he glanced sideways when Emil shuddered. "I had the sword and the agreement of all of the warriors and elders behind me. He is ended."

"Then it is done," Eugen said with satisfaction, taking Camil's hand and looking across the table towards Emil, Ana, and Dragan.

"The madness is not ended," Lord Dragan said, his voice raw, a look of sorrow on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"He means me." Emil spoke quietly, clutching Ana's hand. He had listened to all of this with his head bowed, but now he looked over at Camil and Eugen. "The madness is in me." He kissed Ana's palm. "You'll never be safe with me."

"I'm so sorry, Emil." Dragan placed a gentle hand on Emil's shoulder, gratified when he reached up and covered it with his own.

"It is not your doing, My Lord."

"No," Camil's chair hit the floor with a crash as he stood. "No, you cannot."

"My Lord," Eugen leant forward urgently. "His control is like nothing I have ever seen. He is nothing like Constantine. This cannot be right."

"Eugen," Emil spoke before Dragan could. "He's inside me. He made me. You'll never be sure, Ana will never be safe. You saw yourself I have been insane for days."

"You were starving. But now," Eugen looked desperately at Dragan. "He is in his right mind, you cannot deny it."

"But for how long? I am truly sorry."

Camil was still standing, tears on his cheeks. "Grandfather, please."

"Camil. Do not make this harder than it already is," Dragan begged. Camil turned away, his shoulders shaking.

Ana sat numb, barely registering that Camil had just revealed that Eugen was his Sire. She gripped Emil's hand, as she started to shake. This was not a world she knew. She had no control here.

Emil turned in his chair and cupped her face, kissing her tenderly. "I'm sorry, Ana. Please let Eugen and Camil take care of you," he glanced at Eugen who nodded, his face filled with pain. "They will see you have everything you need." He kissed her again. "I would have lived a lifetime with you," he whispered against her lips. "And then I would have followed you."

"Is there no other way?"

"I won't risk you, and there's no point without you. Please." Ana could see in his eyes he needed her to be strong. "I love you."

"I would have lived a lifetime with you as well," she pulled him back for another kiss. Trying to swallow her sobs when he gently released her.

"How will it be done?" he asked Dragan.

"A draining is best."

"It should be now," Emil decided. "This is too hard."

Lord Dragan stood and pulled Emil to his feet, embracing him. "You've seen Eugen and I perform play/punishment draining's with Camil. It's the same in effect."

"I understand, My Lord."

Dragan nodded, his eyes damp but his face set. "Please remove your top, I will be one moment." He disappeared into the store room returning quickly with rope. "The madness may surface as a survival instinct. I'm sorry but I need to bind you."

"It's okay." Emil smiled slightly. "When have you ever known me complain about bondage. They should leave," he added more seriously, nodding towards the others.

"I will assist Lord Dragan," Eugen said, standing. But before Camil could speak, "No. This is not for you."

Whatever Camil saw in his eyes, made him flinch and back down, but he took Ana's hand. "Okay, but we're not leaving you, Emil. We will stay with you."

"You must stay back," Dragan insisted, and Camil nodded, pulling Ana into the big chair, where they sat and clung to each other for comfort.

"Is a draining what it sounds like?" Ana whispered.

Camil nodded. "Yes, I often do it for fun, but it can also be fatal."

They watched, helpless as Emil was bound to the central pillar. Clad now only in jeans and thick green socks, which Ana wondered if they had been bought to match his eyes. His beautiful jade green eyes, 'Oh God,' she buried her face in Camil's shoulder.

Bare chested, Emil stayed silent, taking deep slow breaths, as Dragan bound his hands behind the pillar, and then wound the rope thick around his waist.

For months, as he suffered under Constantine's brutal torture he had wanted to die. Now he was scared and sad, but didn't want to make it harder for his family.

It would have been better had he finished in Constantine's throne room of terror.

Dragan cupped his face and Emil closed his eyes and took the comfort that was offered.

"Are you sure you wish to do this?" Dragan's concerned eyes were on Eugen.

"It will go easier with my help."

Dragan nodded sadly, "I've always respected your courage, Eugen." He turned to Emil. "And now I stand in awe of yours. There will be pleasure," he added softly.

"I'm ready, My Lord."

Eugen approached, his eyes dark and devastated. He placed his hands on Emil's waist and kissed him. "I'm so sorry."

"No, please. Don't regret. Don't regret me. I love you. It's okay." He gave a definite nod, his eyes closing and his head tipping back as Eugen lowered his lips to Emil's chest and bit. "Ah, sweet Jesus." His moan was orgasmic and Ana couldn't help but see his arousal immediately straining his jeans.

"It's like nothing else," Camil whispered. His eyes wet, but locked on to Emil.

Ana couldn't look away as Dragan almost kindly swept Emil's hair back, before gripping and latching onto his neck. Another moan left Emil's parted lips. He fretted against the ropes, but not to get free.

Dragan swept a hand down Emil's body and pressed against his crotch. Cupping him and giving him something to thrust against, even as he drank his life-blood down.

Emil began to pant, his lips parting further, his body starting to shake. Then with a cry he came, harder than he ever had, his cum soaking through his jeans. The combination of pleasure and pain was clear on his face.

"If it was play, they would stop now," Camil murmured. Then begged under his breath, his voice breaking, "Please. Please, stop."

Ana hugged him closer, tears like a waterfall cascading down her face.

They could see Emil weakening. His movements were less, but his lips were still parted as the ever quieter groans slipped free. Suddenly he came again, his expression shocked and pained. Dragan pushed at Eugen's shoulder.

Understanding the demand, Eugen reverently licked the wound healed, and fell back. His face was tortured and he turned immediately towards the fire and began to vomit up Emil's blood.

Ana and Camil went to him and gathered his shaking, sobbing body into their arms. Their eyes still on Emil as he neared the end.

As Emil's legs gave way, the rope around his waist now holding him up, Eugen wiped his bloody mouth and turned back to watch. Ana could feel the horror radiating from him.

Dragan slowed and finally pulled back. Gently licking the wound and letting Emil's head tip forward to his chest. They held their breath as he watched Emil closely, until a sigh left Emil's lips. An almost inappreciable final movement of air.

But still Dragan waited, watching closely, and no one moved. Until he abruptly sank his hand into Emil's hair, wrenched his head back, ripped open his other wrist and pressed it to Emil's slack lips.

"Drink." He demanded. "Drink."

Camil grabbed at Eugen who struggled to his knees. "No, no. Wait."

They watched the blood dribble down Emil's chin and neck. Rolling down his chest. And then his throat moved.

"That's it, my son. Drink." Dragan hissed as Emil suddenly latched on. Desperately pulling at the chance of life.

No one spoke. The only sounds were the gulping of blood and the fire. Ana, Eugen and Camil barely dared to breathe.

Emil's feet danced until he regained his feet and sucked harder. Dragan released his hair to stroke it instead, encouraging him. When he finally pulled away, and licked his wrist to heal it, Emil snarled viciously, but didn't regain consciousness.

Dragan sank to his knees as Emil half slumped again.

Now Camil moved. "My Lord?" He supported Dragan to the large chair. "What do you need?"

"Whiskey. Then bring him to me."

Camil rushed to obey. Eugen was still kneeling, a look of total shock on his face.

"What did you do?" he questioned in a whisper, as Camil pressed a glass into Dragan's hand, and hurried towards Emil. "The Council?"

"I am 'The Council'," Dragan declared imperiously. "No one can question him now. You think my blood is not strong enough to overcome that contamination?"

Eugen merely crawled to Dragan and lowered his head to his thigh. "Thank you. Sire, thank you."

Dragan ruffled his hair, but gave him a hefty pat as Camil approached with Emil in his arms. "Make some space now." He gathered Emil close and cradled him tenderly. "He's mine now. No one can question it."

Camil, shaking with his sobs, also sank to the floor in front of the chair. Ana moved in and they comforted each other. Stroking Emil and pressing reverent kisses to Dragan, whatever part of him was closest.

Ana eyed Dragan who looked weary. "Lord Dragan. Do you need blood? Would that help?"

"Are you offering, child?"

"Yes, Sir."

He smiled. "Perhaps later. It would only be a few sips needed. But for now we won't risk that with a fledgling so close. Especially one who has been re-born twice in as many weeks."

"Should I leave? I don't want to cause him pain." Ana went to rise.

"He will have no pain. And he will need you close," Dragan insisted, so she stayed.

They sat and watched for nearly an hour, until Emil suddenly gasped in a breath, his head coming up, eyes full of fear.

"Be still," Dragan held him close and soothed. "Be still, quiet, you're okay."

Emil looked around at them all, his eyes wide, but green and clear.

Lord Dragan cupped his chin and turned his face, kissing him deeply. "Forgive me," he said quietly. "I was not sure that it would work. I didn't want to give you false hope."

Emil reached up and traced Lord Dragan's face in wonder. "Father?"

Dragan winced and laughed a little. "Please don't," he scolded gently. "Father sounds so incestuous, and you know I intend to make very good use of you."

Emil smiled a little and eased back until he was kneeling on the floor. He bowed his head, pressed it to Dragan's knee. "Sire."

Dragan smiled and stood, pulling Emil up and holding his arms to the side. "Let's look at you. Are you hungry?"

Everyone else scrambled to their feet, Ana frowning as Eugen moved her slightly away, just in case.

"I can smell Ana. I'm craving her, but I don't feel desperate about it," he face fell a little. "Sire. Lord Dragan. Am I safe? Is she?"

"You are mine," Dragan said and kissed him again. Pulling Emil tight into his arms. "And I am so proud."

Camil gasped.

"What?" Eugen asked.

"I just realized," Camil's still damp eyes lit up in mischievous delight. He jumped into Emil's arms, forcing Emil to grab his ass so as not to drop him. "Uncle Emil," he cried.

Emil snorted, "Oh, for Christ's sake." Then his eyes widened and he turned to Eugen. "We really are brothers now?"

Eugen nodded, the emotion clear in his eyes.

"Indeed," Dragan said. Then held up a hand to make sure everyone was paying attention to him. "Ana. I'm sorry, but for now you must not be in Emil's presence unless I am there."

"Oh, but."

"Or I will take him away with me now and bring him back when fledged."

"Of course, Sir," Ana agreed, backing down quickly.

"Camil, perhaps some food. I feel both myself and Emil would benefit from a little of Ana before we retire, so in the meantime."

"No problem." Camil moved to the stove and added wood.

"While Camil cooks, we can rest here, and Eugen can explain why he felt he had to punish himself by assisting in the draining."

Emil looked at Eugen with a question in his eyes.

"Eugen," Lord Dragan instructed. "It's time to explain to your brother why you feel the guilt of responsibility over what happened to him."

Eugen's eyes were full of pain and fear, but eventually he nodded and sank to a stool.

Dragan allowed Ana and Emil to snuggle in the chair, pulling over a kitchen chair and sitting next to them to keep an eye on Emil.

He rested a hand on Emil's shoulder. "You should know. When draining a vampire so deep, you experience all that they have. Eugen volunteered to share that burden with me, but I am over a thousand years older than him, my defences are greater." Ana's eyes grew round with the revelation of Dragan's age.

"In draining you, Eugen has just experienced what you have. Including every second of your torture under Constantine."

Emil looked horrified.

"It was no more than I deserved," Eugen insisted quietly.

Camil brought everyone a drink. Whiskey for Eugen and Dragan, tea for Ana, and a Coke for Emil. He pressed a kiss to Eugen's hair, stroked a hand through Emil's, and then moved back to the table and carried on preparing dinner while watching Eugen.

There was just the sound of chopping and the fire for a while.

"Eugen," Emil spoke quietly. "I heard you say that you stole something from Constantine? Whatever it was, whenever this was, nothing justifies what he did. The man was mad. You cannot take the blame for this."

Eugen's mouth curved in a grateful half smile and he took a breath.

"You told me it was a long time ago," Ana prompted him.

Finally, Eugen looked up and met their eyes. "It was over four hundred years ago. He vowed revenge, but it has been so long and he has been an outcast and hunted for so long. I forgot to fear."

His eyes deepened as he looked into the past. "I stole a human slave from him. One that had been discarded, but he was angry at the insult." He sipped, and gathered his thoughts.

"I had only been turned just over forty years before, so was a very young vampire. Lord Dragan had sent me travelling, both on business and for experience, so I was not known to Constantine. The Council had gone for him before, and been turned back before, through battle or bribery. The man seemed untouchable."

He and Dragan exchanged a look. "Lord Dragan had taken a more senior role at the Council and brought me back to spy for him. A raid was planned, but they needed someone to bear witness to prevent Constantine slipping free from the accusations again. I entered his stronghold to see the depravity for myself prior to the raid."

"It didn't work," Dragan grumbled. "He still slipped from our justice. Corruption and weakness."

Eugen nodded sadly. "The things I saw were beyond my darkest nightmares. When I arrived he granted me an audience. Behind him was a young human. A male, restrained and displayed, to what purpose I didn't know. Constantine told me he was a slave that he was bored with. A slave he was sending to the kitchens."

His expression darkened. "The rumours were that humans were not just drained but were also consumed, and those rumours were true. Humans were sent to the kitchens to be slaughtered like pigs."

"It has always been against our laws to treat donors with anything but the greatest of respect and care," Dragan confirmed quietly.

"Constantine was suspicious. He knew the Council were getting closer and he was suspicious of me. He set up a test. He offered me this young man for the night. Told me that the state he was left in didn't matter because he was basically just meat. I couldn't refuse. I had to prove myself to him. But when I looked at the slave, he was watching me. His eyes on mine, filled with hopelessness, and I fell."

"You fell?" Emil asked.

"Never in all my days had I seen anything so precious. Every part of me wanted, needed, to protect. I loved as I have never loved before or since."

Emil sent an uncomfortable glance towards Camil, who was chopping carrots, "What happened?"

"The slave was left in my rooms. I arrived and released his binds immediately, promising to get him to freedom, but he wanted to know who I was, why I was there."

"You trusted him."

"I loved him."

Emil didn't look convinced and Eugen smiled slightly. "He was twenty and had been sold to the castle many years before. To work, fetch, carry, whatever was needed. But he was beautiful and had attracted Constantine's attention. Now, broken and beaten by Constantine's cruelty, he just wanted it all to end. But we found each other and it gave him hope. We loved each other and it gave him joy."

Eugen shifted slightly. "We loved half the night, but then I said we must flee but he refused. He was a natural submissive, which was partly what had attracted Constantine. He said I should do what needed to be done to maintain my cover. The raid was planned for the next day. It would allay Constantine's suspicions and I could rescue him under cover of the raid. I didn't like it, but he was brave. Our loving changed to 'play' and it was wonderful. And terrible. I handed him back the next morning, with love and regret and enough damage to his beautiful human body to push aside even Constantine's doubts."

Ana watched pain cross Eugen's face.

"But the raid didn't come the next day," he continued. "It was nearly two days before I heard the alarm call and the doors crashing to the floor. When I entered the kitchen's store I found him, hanging from his wrists like meat."

"Was he?" Emil could hardly speak.

"Still alive, but only just. I stole him away. But Constantine had influence and he came to terms with the Council, the power at that time. He demanded the slave be returned. I refused. Lord Dragan gifted me this castle, which was safe, but Constantine promised that one day he would be revenged."

He rubbed his heart, his eyes damp. "I was careless. I allowed time to dampen the fear, to assume I was safe. I will never forgive myself, Emil. I'm so sorry."

"You're being ridiculous" Ana stated bluntly. Emil turned to her in horror, but Dragan looked pleased as she continued. "You said yourself the slave had been discarded. In effect you stole a meal. A bacon sandwich."

Emil shot a dirty look at Camil when he snorted. But Ana wasn't finished. "No sane person waits four centuries to take revenge for a stolen meal. Constantine was insane. If you take another second of responsibility for any of this then you're as nuts as he was."

"Bravo," Dragan said quietly.

"Ana!" Emil looked askance at her. "I agree with you, Eugen is not to blame, but please. He loved this man." He looked at Eugen, speaking gently. "What happened? What happened to the man you rescued?"

"Idiot!" Ana elbowed him in the ribs. "He's talking about Camil."

Emil stared at Camil who smiled softly at him, now busy with herbs. "You were a slave?"

When Camil nodded, Emil rushed over and just hugged him, crying a little.

Ana moved to Eugen and sat on the floor, her head on his lap. "You need to let the blame go. None of this was your fault." She felt Eugen sigh and his hand tangled in her hair. "So you and Camil were together, what? Nearly a decade before you turned him?"

"It's not a decision to be rushed into," Eugen confirmed softly. Ana looked up and wasn't surprised to see him smiling at Camil. Who was now trying to add herbs, stir, and taste while Emil was still clinging to him like a limpet.

Dragan shook his head and went to retrieve Emil. "Stop dangling off the man, he's half your size." He pulled Emil back to the chair and pushed him in. "His emotions are rather overwhelming at the moment, you stay over there," he cautioned Ana.

Ana realized Emil was still crying and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"I can control him if needs be, I won't let him accidently harm you."

"I know." However confused Ana was by the last few hours, she knew she was safe here.

-X

Dragan held Emil while he sobbed. By the time he came back to himself dinner was ready, and Dragan reassured him it was like a purging and expected, also healthy. Then sent him to wash his face like a kid.

When Emil trotted back five minutes later and Dragan allowed him to sit next to Ana, his face lit up. But he mostly poked at his food and Camil wasn't impressed.

"You need to eat, Emil. I don't cook for fun."

"You totally do cook for fun," Emil replied, but sighed. "It's good, I'm just struggling." He smiled when Ana linked her fingers with his.

"It's natural you will be more inclined towards blood for a while. The balance will gradually shift." Dragan sipped some dark red wine before lifting his spoon, "But this is good, you should try a little more."

"My Lord," Emil nodded and managed a few more mouthfuls.

Ana was stuffed, after having seconds. She was also sleepy and found herself drifting.

"My Lord," Eugen spoke quietly. His voice was rough, although he had reassured Ana that vampires didn't get sick. "Ana needs rest. She has barely slept in over a day."

Dragan nodded. "Yes, I think we all should rest. Camil, thank you for the meal. If you will indulge me, I will skip clean up, but help with the animals tomorrow." He stood and embraced both Camil and Eugen. "Get some rest. Ana and Emil will come with me."

Eugen studied him for a moment, then nodded. "As you wish." He gave Emil and Ana a hug and whispered reassurance in Ana's ear. She squeezed him back and murmured an answer, before taking Emil's hand and following Lord Dragan out.

"We'll stay down here in your room tonight, if that's okay with you," Dragan looked at Ana and she nodded, even as she rubbed her eyes.

Emil looked uncomfortable as they entered the room and Dragan smirked at him. "We are only going to sleep for now." He continued when Emil looked happier. "Not that Ana is a stranger to Camil and Eugen it seems."

Ana blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I never met Hilda, but they always spoke most fondly of her."

"My memories," Ana realized. Walking slightly unsteadily to the bed. She perched on the end and looked at him with interest. "Is that something you have come across before?"

"Once," he looked wistful. "Or to be more accurate, I have come across one soul, twice. Human in both lives, so time was short, but I hope we'll met again." He smiled down at Ana. "We won't keep you long, Ana. But both Emil and I would be most grateful for a sip or two."

"Let me get comfy," she agreed and started to undo her jeans. Eugen had reassured her that she was safe with Lord Dragan.

"Shouldn't we get Eugen and Camil?" Emil was nervous. "In case I'm triggered. What if I lose control."

"I'll rein you in," Lord Dragan said carelessly. "I'm interested to see this famous control of yours in action. By all accounts you should have feasted on her ten times over in the last few hours, but all you've done is send longing looks her way." He chuckled. "It's all rather sweet."

"But?"

"Don't you trust me?" Lord Dragan looked stern now.

"Yes," Emil hesitated. Then his eyes went round with surprise when his left forefinger disappeared up his nose.

Ana paused her hands still on her jeans. When Dragan turned and winked at her, she grinned.

"Emil, perhaps you should do that in private," Dragan scolded. Emil's eyes crossed as his left hand dropped and his opposite hand attacked the opposite nostril. Ana sat back on the bed laughing.

A deep rich sound filled the room and Ana realized it was Lord Dragan who was also laughing and slapping his thigh.

Emil's hand dropped and he glared, "You made. Oh my God!" he turned and stomped into the bathroom.

Ana slipped her jeans down, still giggling. "That was mean."

"Funny though. Please don't worry, I can control him."

"Yes, Eugen told me. Can you control Eugen the same?"

"Yes, and Camil if I wanted, as he is Eugen's. And no, Eugen and Camil relied on physical strength when they were protecting you from Emil."

"I see. Thank you." In her underwear, she slipped under the sheets that Dragan held up. "It's actually fascinating."

Emil came back in, muttering complaints, but he was grinning.

Dragan pulled him close. "On my honour. I would only control you to keep Ana safe."

"I know," Emil acknowledged, but then looked horrified. "Could Constantine have controlled me that way? Could he have made me hurt Eugen, or Camil?"

Dragan nodded, "Yes, but he would need to be close. Certainly in the same room."

Emil blew out a breath, his eyes a little lost and filling.

"Hush," Dragan pulled him back into his arms. "You are overwhelmed, you need to give yourself time to settle."

"I never wanted," Emil broke off.

"I know. And I'm sorry. Here sit," he quickly pulled Emil's jeans down and pushed him to the bed to snuggle with Ana. Perching on the cover and looking at them seriously. "I heard what you said to Ana earlier. That you would have lived a life with her. Now you can. Take time to heal and give Eugen and Camil some time. In a few years, when the time is right, I will come back and support you to speak with them. If that is what you wish."

Ana looked from Emil to Dragan, but it was Emil who spoke. "It is allowed, My Lord?"

"Dear Emil. There are few vampires as old, or older than I. Existence in an ever changing world can be hard. The vast majority live quite close to a normal human lifespan, maybe double. Eugen and Camil have each other, and safety. Not all find that. But give them some time, please."

Emil nodded and turned to Ana. "I would like to live a life with you, if you'll have me?"

"I will," she smiled at him and kissed his hand. "But, to borrow from Eugen, it is not a decision to rush into. We have time." She pulled him down for a kiss.

When he growled and pressed her down she giggled. Then gasped as another cool naked body pressed up against her.

"Calm down, Emil," Dragan cautioned, and propped his head on his hand. "May we?"

"Yes, of course." Following his gesture, Ana offered her wrist to Emil. Nervously, and with great care, he lifted her wrist to his mouth. Watching her as he bit down. Ana's eyes closed and she pressed against the pillow.

"Three sips only, you don't need more," Emil's eyes snapped to Dragan and he obeyed. Licking the wound healed and then pressing a soft kiss to her skin. Ana merely smiled.

"Good God," Dragan whispered. "I've never seen the like."

The blood was making Emil woozy and he slumped next to Ana, eyes drifting closed as he pressed his nose into the warm skin on her neck.

Ana smiled up at Dragan, still leaning over her and offered her other wrist. He smiled and bit down gently. Taking just two sips before healing her.

"Is that enough, Sir?"

"It will do me well until tomorrow. I mostly need rest. I do need to stay close, but I can move to the chair."

Ana rolled her head on the pillow. "No, Lord Dragan. You are Emil's Sire and father. He is mine and I am his, so I am yours. Stay with us." Her eyes were closed before she finished the sentence and Dragan pressed a light kiss to her lips before sinking next to her.

-X

"Is Eugen okay?" Ana hurried over to Camil late the next morning. "After what he did yesterday." She slipped her arms around his waist and hugged.

"He's doing well," Camil patted the hand that rested against his heart. "We talked last night. If I'd known what he was going to experience with such a deep draining, I never would have let him."

"I was talking with Lord Dragan earlier. He said that he can experience it, but with some distance, his age protects him, but for Eugen it would have been like living it. But he said Eugen wouldn't get that from a normal fun draining."

"No, Eugen said the same. I was worried."

"Because you've also been tortured by Constantine and been drained. Of course." She squeezed him from behind, "And how are you doing?"

Camil let out a deep breath. "It's all so much. Crazy couple of days on top of a crazy couple of weeks. If I'm honest, I'm unsettled. I feel a bit jumpy. I'm not sure what's coming."

He broke off as Dragan entered the kitchen, but he clearly had ears like a bat, as he strode straight over and pulled Camil into a big hug. "Don't fret, little one," he said and kissed the top of his head. "We are all going to take some time to heal and rest." He grabbed an apple from a pile on the table as he stepped back and grinned. "And play," he winked then crunched into the apple as he left. "I'll go help Eugen."

Camil held a hand up to stop Ana from speaking, then sniggered when there was a loud, "Urrgggghh!" from outside and the door swung open again. Camil lifted a new apple from the bowl.

"That's an apple for cooking, My Lord," he giggled.

"Cheeky brat," Dragan gave him back the cooker, took the new apple and cuffed him gently, before leaving again.

Grinning, Camil cut out the bite and then continued peeling the apple.

Ana, also smiling, picked up a knife, "I'll help you. What are you making?"

"Deep apple pie, but don't you want breakfast?"

"I'm not really hungry."

Camil tutted and pulled the knife from her hand. "No, that's not a good sign in a new donor, you should be hungry. Here," he handed her a coffee.

"I did have a huge dinner."

"That was fourteen hours ago, Ana."

"Really?" Ana blinked at her coffee, a little disoriented. "Oh, thanks," she added when Camil handed her a buttered scone, freshly microwaved zapped. Then her hands started to shake, "Oh shit, I am hungry."

"I'll do another," Camil placed another scone in the microwave and smiled as Emil came in. "Hey."

Emil grinned and ran over to lift Camil in a swinging hug. Then kissed him firmly.

"Good morning to you, too," Camil chuckled when he was released.

"Jesus, Camil. I can't believe everything. Just everything." Then he cupped the back of Camil's neck and pressed their foreheads together. "Thank you."

Camil blinked a little, his hands fretting on Emil's chest. "I was so scared. So scared that we wouldn't get you back. And yesterday," he shuddered and Emil brought him close again.

"Lord Dragan made the right call."

"He might not have got you back."

"Still the right call. If it hadn't worked you all would have been safe." He stepped back at the ping and let Camil fetch the scone for Ana. "Don't be mad at him."

"I'm not, not really. I think I have residual scared."

"Residual scared?" Ana wanted to make sure she had heard right, then grinned at Emil's wink.

"Cure for that is lots of hugs and sex."

"Oh good," Camil laughed.

"Are they in the barn?"

"Yea."

"I'll go help. Camil?"

"Yea?"

"Lord Dragan said he's going to stay for a while. Until he's sure of me."

"He is?" This time Camil's smile took over his whole face. "That's really good news. Eugen and I. Well, we felt so over our heads."

Emil smiled and grabbed his own apple. From the bowl, not the table, as he knew Camil's habits. "So stop worrying, yea?"

Camil nodded. "Yes, but can you give Lord Dragan a message?"

"Sure, wasn't he just here? Okay, no problem," he added when Camil rolled his eyes.

"Tell him Ana had no appetite at first, but it came back with a vengeance as soon as she ate. But make it clear she has eaten now."

Emil frowned a little. "That's it?"

"Yep."

Looking a little confused, Emil bent down to kiss Ana, nabbed half her scone, and scooted out the door.

Ana sighed, finished what was left of her scone and then went back to help Camil, taking her coffee with her.

"So what do you think of Lord Dragan?" Camil asked.

Ana considered. "He's very intimidating and old fashioned, but seems really clued in as well. Very charming. He barely looks older than you, which is odd. He must have been turned in his late twenties." She paused and Camil nodded.

"I believe so."

"He's sweet, already deeply attached to Emil, and proud. Also proud of you and Eugen, it's clear he considers you his family. I suspect he's extremely dangerous."

Camil patted her arm with approval. "Indeed, and powerful, both as a vampire and politically. But he's a good man. A good leader. I'm glad he's staying to teach Emil. He needs to heal as well, after dealing with Constantine. That's the hardest part of his duty as Council leader."

"Does it happen often?"

Camil shook his head. "No, it's rare. Rogue vampires are rare. You can't turn someone without the Council's permission."

"Really?"

"Uh huh," Camil nodded and gathered the chopped apples. "Lord Dragan wasn't leader when I was turned, but high enough to give permission. I guess I was about twenty four, so we had it in case we needed it. I hadn't actually decided."

He laughed. "That's not true, I totally had, but Eugen didn't want to rush into it. And he didn't want a partner who looked fifteen!" He grinned when Ana sniggered.

"Yea, I guessed your age at twenty five, but honestly, I was ageing you up a bit."

Camil nodded wryly, "I know. It was Lord Dragan gave the permission in case I got sick or injured and he wasn't around. Which was sensible."

"Is that what happened?"

"No, I wasn't sick. It was just the right time and I didn't actually look like a kid anymore. Eugen was very wise there. Had he turned me younger, in modern times travelling together would have been a nightmare."

Ana crooked her finger and kissed Camil on the cheek when he approached. "I think you're beautiful. And totally cute."

"Thank you, I guess!"

"And you look amazing helpless and suffering."

Camil's mouth dropped open. "Don't turn me on NOW. We haven't even had lunch."

Ana smirked. "If you're all set, I'm gonna go play with the babies," she giggled at Camil's narrowed eyed stare and rushed out.

It wasn't actually snowing, but still deep and ice cold, so she hurried into the warm barn thankfully.

Eugen rushed straight over. "Are you feeling okay, Ana? Camil was worried."

"He was?"

"Let me see the girl," Dragan took her hands and studied her carefully as Emil and Eugen looked on. "Hmmm, may I? Just a little." Ana nodded as he lifted her wrist, feeling the slightest prick, almost like an injection.

Lord Dragan didn't sip though, he just licked then healed and seemed to consider the drop of blood on his tongue. Then he smiled. "She's doing well. We'll keep an eye." He pulled her under his arm for a sideways hug and looked at Emil. "Sometimes human donors develop a form of anorexia. They don't eat enough and can become very unwell. The trick is to get them to eat a little, and usually then their appetite comes back."

He nodded at Eugen in approval, "I'm pleased Camil spotted that so quickly."

"But?" Emil looked worried.

"It will fade in time," Dragan reassured him.

-X

Late that afternoon, the animals settled, and soup followed by apple pie demolished, Lord Dragan and Eugen caught each other's eye and smiled.

Camil was reading. Ana and Emil snuggled on the couch together snoozing. They had taken coffee to the library, which was Lord Dragan's favourite room.

When Eugen stood, Camil flicked his glance up and smiled softly. When Eugen started to strip, his eyes holding Camil's gaze, he set aside his book and lowered to the floor, crawling across in time to take Eugen's half hard cock in his mouth.

Eugen finished kicking his clothes out of the way and slid his hands into Camil's hair, hardening quickly at the expert attention and starting to slowly use Camil's mouth to tease himself.

"So good to me," he whispered, as Camil's dark eyes watched him devoutly.

Dragan stood from his chair and moved behind Camil. Starting to remove his clothes, pulling Camil back just long enough to tug his sweater over his head.

Once Camil was naked, Dragan started to remove his own clothes, before pressing up against Camil, sliding his arousal against his ass.

Camil's low moan woke Emil, who quickly woke Ana.

They watched with delighted interest as Dragan used Camil's own pre-cum to open him up, before sliding in.

Camil moaned again, but then the mood switched and suddenly he was choking out cries as he was pounded both ends.

Emil turn to Ana and saw her smiling. "Guess I don't need to reassure you then?"

"Please. I've seen Camil in action, they're teasing him at this point." Then she frowned, "But should Lord Dragan use a condom?"

Emil looked puzzled, then huffed a laugh. "Human diseases don't survive in vampires. We can't get sick that way."

Ana's face made an 'Oh' of understanding. Then she turned back to him. "What about fertility?"

"Vampires are infertile. We breed by turning."

She nodded, that having been what she expected him to say. Then she saw he was chewing his lip, looking upset. "It's okay, Emil. I already assumed that was the case."

He still looked worried.

"Sweetheart," she kissed him softly. "If, and it's a big if, I every decided to have kids, there are many ways. Ways that wouldn't affect me being with you."

His smile grew when she kissed him again and whispered against his lips, "I think it's time you got naked."

"Is Mistress Ana coming out to play?"

"I think it's time you met her, properly."

-X

Ana was aware that Dragan was watching as Emil stripped. He continued to use Camil hard, and once Emil was naked simply instructed, "Kneel. Wait."

Emil sank to his knees and pouted when Ana turned his back to the room, so he couldn't see, before she wandered over to the small group.

As Camil was pounded, she crouched and started to play with him. Teasing his nipples, cupping his balls, and gently encouraging his cock. Gradually increasing the aggression until Camil was a choking, sobbing rag doll between the three of them.

When Camil flooded over Ana's hand, despite her crushing grip on his balls, it didn't stop her.

She continued to twist her fist up and down his sensitive cock, as Eugen released into his throat, not pulling back to allow a breath.

Camil was purple before Eugen relented, and he gasped for air as Dragan lifted his hips, threw his limp, shaking body over a low table and pounded him so hard the wood cracked.

When he withdrew, Camil just lay. Sprawled face down over the table, his leaking cock dangling, balls red and swollen. Shudders running through his body as he sobbed.

"Having fun, little one?" Dragan growled in his ear.

"Love. You. M'Lord," Camil managed.

"We'll be back. You do not move."

Camil smiled weakly and stayed draped across the table.

"Now!" Lord Dragan stood and looked over at Emil, who was obediently kneeling with his back to them, although clearly listening hard. "Hmmmm. I want to see how he reacts under pressure, and in pain."

"Why don't I warm him up, My Lord. While you and Ana go and find some toys?"

Dragan smiled at Eugen. "That's a wonderful idea." He crooked his arm and Ana placed her hand on his elbow to be escorted out. From such a difficult start, she was really warming to Dragan.

When they returned, it was to find Emil moaning, his ass in the air, as Eugen tortured him with nothing but lube and four fingers.

Emil's eyes opened wide as the collection of chains, whips, and assorted toys, tumbled onto the couch in front of him.

Then they crinkled in excited amusement when Ana picked up some leather cuffs and crooked her finger. "Come on, cutie. Wrists please."

-X

An hour later, Dragan had gone in hard, Emil was unable to hold his own weight, so dangled from his wrists, his sweat soaked hair half covering his face.

His body was red and grey with bruising, welts, and smeared blood. Ana had warmed him up with a belt, before Lord Dragan had taken the whip and beaten him soundly.

Eugen had explained in a low voice that he was trying to push Emil into a reaction, which is why he did so much damage so fast.

But the only reaction he got were moans and cries of pain, closely followed by begging for more. Emil's vampire body was allowing him to experience the type of play he had only dreamed of previously.

The type of play he had watched for years between Eugen and Camil, and coveted.

Ana licked her lips and enjoyed the sight of Emil's abs straining. The play was extreme, but she had kept up. Emil's cock was trapped and dripping in a spiked gates of hell that hadn't prevented him cumming three times.

She had also sweetly snuggled his balls into a spiked umbrella stretcher and been adding weights at regular intervals.

Still, "You're sure about them bouncing back?" She checked with Eugen, who chuckled.

"You wait until Lord Dragan gets the mincer out for Camil. Practically turns his manhood into paste, but he always recovers."

Ana looked at him, trying and failing to keep the shock from her voice. "And a mincer is?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," Eugen confirmed darkly. "Camil loves it."

"Holy, God!"

Lord Dragan stepped back and shook out his arm, throwing the whip aside and picking up a large prod of some sort. "I'm going to win," he advised them.

Eugen smirked, "I'm not so sure, My Lord." Then he glanced at where Camil was still lying over the table. Having reached his arm down he was gently stroking himself while watching Emil be tortured. "Hey, get your hand away from that!"

Camil smiled and released himself.

"Little sod," Eugen complained with affection.

"What is that?" Ana wondered, as she watched Dragan work the thin rod deep into Emil's ass, while he fretted and moaned.

"Ah. Well."

That was a far as Eugen got before there was a loud buzz and Emil jerked hard, letting out a choked scream.

Ana saw a flash of light zip across the gates of hell and then Emil exploded. Cum being forced into the air, even around the device.

He dragged in a breath but instead of a another scream he released a snarl that made the hairs on the back of Ana's neck stand up.

Her eyes shot to his, and she swallowed seeing his eyes now black, and his lips curled back as he snarled again. Muscles straining against the restraints, before going limp.

Ana stepped back, but Eugen pulled her under his arm. "It's all good, don't worry."

Lord Dragan pulled, what Ana realized was some sort of cattle prod, free and placed it on the floor. With a big grin he moved to lift Emil's head, which had fallen in a semi faint to his chest, and started to talk gently.

When Emil's eyes opened, they were green again.

Dragan kissed him before turning to them. "That took some doing, did it? He's so strong. Did you know he enjoyed pain that much?"

"Obviously, I've never pushed him that far before, but I'm not surprised," Eugen admitted.

"Take him down," Dragan instructed and pulled Ana slightly aside. "I want to pass him back to you, while the pain is still fresh. While he's still suffering. I want to see what he does."

"Is it safe?" she asked, and rolled her eyes when Lord Dragan tipped his hand from side to side. "Can you protect me?"

"Yes, if needed. I wouldn't risk you. I want to see if his control is weaker."

Ana nodded assent and a few minutes later took a trembling, sobbing, Emil into her arms.

He tucked his face into her neck and took three deep breaths, while Eugen tucked a blanket around him. Then he looked up and gave Lord Dragan a blinding smile. "My Lord, that was wonderful."

Delighted, Dragan kissed him, before lowering his wrist and giving him a small sip, even as Ana and Eugen laughed.

Then Eugen and Dragan turned towards Camil who was still watching them, the look on his face now anticipation.

Lord Dragan took some rope and quickly bound Camil's hands, before lifting him with ease onto his lap.

Camil winced and groaned in his throat as Dragan slid into his sore ass, then offered himself with abandon for kisses.

Lord Dragan held his head and deepened the kiss when Eugen straddled his legs and bent slightly to squeeze himself in beside Dragan.

They weren't oversized, although Ana could see that erect vampires were larger than a human. But Camil was slender and his legs kicked as he was stretched and forced wide.

When Dragan released his face and started to kiss, bite, and lick his way over Camil's neck and chest, all Camil could mutter was "I love you, I love you. Please."

Eugen pulled his head back and took his lips in a harsh kiss that drew blood, even as he and Dragan started to move harder.

Bite and lick, bite and lick. The sounds were obscene, accompanied by Camil's high pitched gasps as the fucking became wilder.

Lord Dragan may have seemed engrossed, but every time Emil shifted his eyes would lock on for a moment.

Ana tore her eyes away from the wanton display and contemplated Emil's sore cock.

Red, swollen, with puncture wounds still fresh from the hellish device she had trapped him in.

Moving so she could watch both him and Camil, she took him in hand and started to stroke.

Not too hard, she didn't want to worry Dragan, but she soon had Emil thrusting and sobbing. Biting his lips from the pain, even as he begged for more.

Dragan smiled when he caught her eye as he and Eugen forcefully ripped into Camil's body, again and again, with cocks and teeth.

Camil was unresisting in their arms now. His eyes blind on the ceiling, seemingly in ecstasy as his blood flowed. When Dragan and Eugen came hard inside him, Camil's cum spewed over his and Dragan's stomach and chests.

Emil screamed through gritted teeth as the sight, plus Ana's wicked persistent stroking hand sent him over too.

For a few minutes the only sound was panted sobs and chuckles.

Then Eugen stood and lifted Camil, bringing him to the couch where he and Dragan cuddled Camil, even as they moved him this way and that, to seek out and heal all of his wounds.

Finally, once Camil was healed and snuggled in a blanket in Eugen's arms. Dragan allowed Emil a more few sips, before relaxing and fetching himself, Eugen, and Ana a drink.

He eyed both dozing subs, smiling at Emil's head resting on Ana's tummy. His body relaxed, breathing even, although he still lazily watched. Ana's hand coasting through and tugging gently on his hair.

"Lord Dragan?"

Dragan raised an eyebrow, looking at Eugen.

"Do you understand how this is possible?" he indicated Ana and Emil. "This control is not coming from your blood, nor did it come from Constantine's."

Dragan smiled and tipped his glass in salute. "I wondered when you would ask." He sipped, looking back at Emil who had turned slightly to fully pay attention.

"Most of it comes from Emil. His nature, for whatever reason, includes unusually strong control. He should be watched, but should be okay, around humans. His control when in pain, or passion is more unusual still, but the answer is surprisingly simple. They are soul-mates."

"Truly?" Camil pushed himself half up, his smile beaming as they all turned and gazed at Ana and Emil.

To be continued.