Chapter Two
The room was dark. Vamar liked it that way. He preferred the dark, even though it was cliché.
He sat in his brown leather armchair and stared at the flames dancing in the fireplace, waiting for the knock on his door. The knock that would mean his new life was about to begin. The new life he’d been planning for two thousand years.
The sacrifice had been made and he was on earth again. He was human, though his body was frail. It had been strong enough to transport through the vortex between worlds, Mary’s blood had ensured that, but it had taken its toll. He needed a new body to complete his plans. A young, virile body and mind that would take him to the pinnacle of success, all while appearing to be a normal human, escaping the watchful eyes of the Nauragar, or the Elders, as they now called themselves. He would slip into their world without them even realizing what was happening...until it was too late. He would have Sabrina and they would be unable to stop him.
Devin had been his test to see how they would react. He now knew their weaknesses. And their strengths. Knowing everything about one’s enemy was the key to success.
A knock startled him out of his thoughts. Neil, his butler, opened the door and ushered a young man into the living room where Vamar waited.
Vamar studied the newcomer. He was young, in his early thirties, with thick blond hair and icy blue eyes. Vamar saw the potential in him. He was highly intelligent and ambitious, but introverted. The last trait was adaptable.
“You know why you are here, Damian?” Vamar asked, his deep voice resonating off the hardwood floors and bare walls.
The young man nodded, fidgeting with the edge of his black t-shirt. “Y-yes, my lord,” he said in a quiet voice. “I am honored to be the chosen one, my lord.”
“The chosen one for the sacrifice?” Vamar asked coldly, watching for any sign of hesitation. The other man flinched slightly, but Vamar didn’t think it was because of unwillingness. His face softened. “I assure you, most of the process can be quite pleasurable.”
“Yes, my lord.” Damian swallowed. “I have studied and am aware of what will happen.”
“Good.” Vamar nodded to Neil, who stood silently in the doorway. The muscular redhead nodded and disappeared into the bedroom to prepare the area. Vamar turned back to Damian. “Undress.”
Damian dropped the leather bag he carried and pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a trim, defined upper body. His chest had a smattering of golden hair. He unbuttoned his jeans and his thick cock popped out, attracting an appreciative glance from Vamar. Damian’s lower body was similarly well-defined. Vamar was pleased.
“You have never been with a woman?” Vamar asked.
Damian shook his head.
“Or a man?”
Damian shook his head again. “No, my lord.”
Vamar nodded. “Good.” He tilted his head, studying Damian as if he were a piece of art, which, in fact, he was. Sheer, masculine perfection standing proudly in the firelight. “Come here.”
Damian padded silently across the room and stood in front of him, his dick twitching as he watched Vamar’s face. When Vamar reached out and caressed his stomach and hip, it began to swell. By the time he ran his hand down the length of Damian’s cock, it was rock hard.
“Good boy,” Vamar whispered, leaning forward and licking the tip.
Damian gasped, then moaned as Vamar took him into his mouth, grasping his hips. After only a few hard sucks, he pulled away, seeing Damian’s eyes were wide. Vamar smiled. “Fear not, my friend,” he murmured, caressing Damian’s balls. “You will come so many times tonight, your dick will be aching.”
Neil appeared in the doorway and nodded to Vamar. Vamar stood and led Damian into the bedroom.
“Please, lie down,” Neil said, motioning to the bed covered in white sheets. Damian glanced at Vamar, then did as he had been instructed. Neil cuffed his arms to the top corners of the bed, then propped up his head with pillows. “Are you comfortable?” he asked, his voice slightly gruff.
Vamar frowned. He knew Neil was jealous of Damian, but it was unnecessary. Neil was a trusted ally whose devotion had earned him a permanent position. Khyan, the Immortal who had served Vamar since he was banished, had taught Neil how to help Vamar, and he had proven himself worthy. Neil would have plenty of enjoyment in the future. Plenty of girls to have his way with.
Vamar sat down on the bed and caressed Damian’s balls again. Damian’s eyes closed slightly, making Vamar smile. “Do you know that you carry the essence of your very being in this delicate sac? Yes, there is the potential for a child here, but it is also the essence of yourself. With the right knowledge, tools, and patience, I can drain your body of it and take it into myself.”
Damian swallowed. “Yes, my lord. I am familiar with the idea.”
Vamar continued to play with Damian’s balls, eliciting moans of pleasure from the young man. “You are prepared to give me everything?” he asked in a husky voice.
Damian’s eyes dilated. “Yes, my lord. I give of myself so you can become your greater self.”
“Good boy,” Vamar whispered. “It will not be without pleasure. You will be returned to your body, but with me in control. You will feel all my pleasures, all my triumphs.” Vamar grinned. “You will have so much sex, it will make up for all you have sacrificed for me. It will be Damian Sinclair people worship, for I cannot reveal my true self until the very end.”
Damian nodded. “Yes, my lord.”
Vamar leaned down and kissed the tip of Damian’s cock. “Now, let us begin.”
*****
Vamar smiled as Damian groaned, another orgasm ripping through his body, causing his dick and balls to spasm. It had been two days of continuous stimulation. Damian’s dick was red and raw, his balls almost empty. Not once did he beg Vamar to stop, though, which pleased him to no end. Vamar stroked him gently. Damian hissed in pain, but didn’t complain. He’d been prepared well for this task.
Damian was pale, his eyes glassy, his body weak and slick with sweat. His chest heaved as he breathed, his blond hair plastered to his face and neck. Vamar had released him from his cuffs this morning, but Damian hadn’t moved, except to stiffen when he came.
Vamar had enjoyed getting to know Damian over the past two days. Every orgasm had increased Vamar’s knowledge of this man whose life he would take over. His own balls were heavy, his cock harder than it had been in a very long time. It was almost time to perform the final ritual. To take Damian’s body for himself.
Vamar looked over at Neil. “It is time. Clean and prepare him.”
When Neil nodded, Vamar walked out of the room. He winced as his cock bobbed up and down, sighing in relief when he sat down, his dick resting between his legs. His balls felt as if they were three times their normal size. He’d performed this ritual before, but it had been over two millennia of blackness since then.
An hour later, Neil walked in, indicating all was ready. Vamar followed him into the bedroom and found Damian, still pale and weak, lying on his side on the bed. The sheets had been changed and Neil had bathed Damian. A bottle of lube sat on the nightstand.
“How are you feeling?” Vamar asked the young man.
“Tired,” came the weak reply.
Vamar reached for the lube, spread some on his fingers, and began caressing Damian’s virgin asshole. “You have done well, love. It is almost time for us to become one.”
Damian gave a weak smile and moaned softly as Vamar slipped a finger inside his body. Normally, he wouldn’t bother to prepare any of his sex toys, but this was different. Damian’s body would soon be his and he didn’t want to be hurting when he woke up. No, he had cared for Damian as he drained him of life, worshiping the body that would soon be his. He would open his body, preparing it for intercourse slowly, gently. Damian would enjoy his first encounter, and Vamar would fly.
When Damian was ready, Vamar pushed him onto his stomach gently. He positioned his cock at Damian’s hole and pressed forward slowly, closing his eyes, murmuring words of the ritual. Damian groaned. Vamar sighed as he slipped into the man’s body. When he was fully seated, Vamar wrapped his arms around Damian’s chest.
“Are you ready, love?” Vamar whispered.
Damian nodded, wiggling his hips slightly. Vamar chuckled and pulled out slowly. He whispered the ancient words and slammed back into Damian. The young man stiffened and screamed, but Vamar held tight. He repeated the motion several times until his head began to spin. The ritual was working!
Vamar buried his face into Damian’s neck. “You are no longer your own, Damian Sinclair,” he growled and bit Damian’s neck. “I take control of you and your body. Your very existence is now mine!”
He drove his dick hard and deep over and over again until his vision filled with golden sparkles and black spots. He felt nothing but ecstasy. He knew nothing but pleasure. The two souls danced and twisted, becoming one, united for eternity.