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The wind had been picking up for quite some time now. The once hazy desert floor was beginning to pick up and swirl in bizarre patterns around the lone rider. Barely discernible through the howls of the summer gale of the frontier, one could hear the swift stride of a sturdy ebony steed bounding along the trail. It kicked up the cracked dirt, leaving a hazy cloud of dust in its wake. Atop the stallion- a bewitching, shadowy form armoured in all black, focused on the trail ahead of him.
The riders' crepuscular travellers' hat wildly whipped in the wind, absorbing the heat of warbling flare in the sky. His black cloak is doing the same. Long strands of brunette hair flit behind him wildly, raising and falling against the broad-shouldered figure. The saddle shifted under the bounding man as he whipped the reins faster. One could hardly see his face under the shadow the wide brim cast upon his pale complexion, past the fluttering brim of his hat sat a strikingly gentle countenance for such a man.
The lone rider had left the town of Tepes three nights ago; the borderland he travelled through now was a substantial change from the previous town. Since their weather controller was damaged, the village had fallen into an eternal winter. The nobles, unwilling to repair it, and the townsfolk hardly thrived in such a snowy climate. He had departed that unnatural winter just one night ago; the transition to suffocating heat beat down hard on D. It was easier to traverse the day in the snow.
His hands grasped the reins of the mighty cyberhorse, suddenly jerking to the left down a narrow gulch. The moment he turned the corner, his piercing eyes turned back briefly. The rider had been outrunning an opaque wall of dirt and debris that dared to swallow any traveller whole. He had barely turned the corner before it whipped away the dirt beneath him.
The wind scantily tossed dirt into the entrance of the slim ravine behind the rider. Dusty vermillion rocks jutted horizontally out of the ground on either side of the unkempt trail, closing in and creating a rugged canopy of stone daggers in the sky.
The wind had quieted substantially, and the walls of the canyon silenced the ongoing windstorm and amplified the shrill echo of the iron-clad hooves. The walls funnelled down the trail, the heavy heat subsiding as he moved. D tightened his grip on the reins, pulling hard, his mount rearing at the sudden stop and letting out a grunt as it fell back down to the ground. Steam blew out of the cyberhorses' nostrils as it whickered. He stopped just before the end of the pass, glaring into the darkness. The blue pendant around his neck began to glitter softly, and torches mounted to the sides of the walls lit up one by one, illuminating what seemed to be a forgotten entrance.
Who could have left this here? D thought as he motioned his horse forward. The rider looked forward towards the structure. Sharp rocks protruded from the ground all around the small derelict structure, the pointed tips unnaturally curved, winding and overlapping each other wildly. The odd stones seemed to more resemble petrified wood, shrouding the whole structure. Two columns stood on each side of the entrance, in the centre, a stone door trembled and rose before the Dhampir. He dismounts, his sharp black boots hardly making a sound as he dropped onto the sandy ground.
D looked down, peeling a single glove off his left hand in a smooth, fluid motion. He reached down, palm facing the cold ground. Just before he made contact, he stopped. Days previously, the countenanced carbuncle had failed to get into the upper mind of a potent psychic creature. He wouldn't be usable for at least another few days.
He slipped the glove back on.
D began a quick stride forward; the pendant around his neck could easily disengage any noble defence systems, and after that, any creature inside wouldn't last much longer. The heels of his boots gently clicked against the stone as he entered the two columns. The heavy stone door slowly shut behind him. Pillowing a cloud of dust into the air under it. The naked iridescent bulbs swaying gently from the sudden air flow, the icy illumination shimmered across the metal countertops lining the walls of the small room. The light in the room was much different from the torches illuminating the gulch; it made the now visible lab environment seem considerably colder. It catches on old, dusty beakers with unlabeled liquids and powders.
As soon as the hulking door shut behind the man, a small handful of ancient systems hummed to life, and the sounds of small fans and droning technology resonated in the once-silent room. The smooth walls were adorned with scientific papers from unknown languages, chemical components, and diagrams of the vampire's anatomy. There was a disconcerting dichotomy in the way the counters were organised alongside the haphazard research strung up on the walls. His cold eyes skimmed over the papers and beakers closest to him. The lab didn't look like a standard nobles' lab.
He inhaled the cool air greedily, a welcome relief from the sun, as he stalked around the room, right hand on the hilt of his sword. His left hand's fingertips trail the corners of the metal counters, lost in hunting habits. He hadn't sensed a creature since long before he walked into the structure, his slender fingers moving over the golden gilding on the hilt before letting his hand drop back under his cloak. The sharp crunch of glass beneath his feet caused him to halt just before the end of the silvery counterspace. A small puff of a gleaming opaque powder dispersed itself into the air around D. He stepped backwards off the glass shards and peered down at the powder. It wafted gently around the room, whirring through the fans of the machinery, dispersing into the air around him.
He stepped further back, focusing more on the vials around the room. A similar, unbroken vial stood upright in a small holder. He carefully lifted it closer, his shadowy visage wavering for just a moment when he realised what the gleaming substance was. It was not a poison or sedative as he had feared.
It was perhaps worse.
An extremely potent aphrodisiac used for vampire nobles, he had never seen it in person before. He set the vial carefully back into the rack and turned back towards the entrance to the room. He couldn't go back out at this point. The dosage he had carelessly crushed into the stale air of the closed-off lab was more than enough for a vampire. What would the dosage be for a Dhampir? He thought to himself. Quickly dismissing the thought. He paced back to the vial again. The longer he stayed inside, the stronger the effect would be. He walked briskly to a small screen next to the door, his nails clicked against the trigger buttons, and a robotic voice rang out from a small speaker on the panel against the wall.
“Security Engaged,” It said.
He let out a soft and almost indiscernible sigh as the door's lock mechanisms triggered. He turned his visage back into the room; it was an open layout besides the counters lining every wall. The rusted outline of bolts in the floor indicates that some equipment had long been removed. He leaned his back against the door and slowly slid down to the floor, letting out a faint pant as he placed himself onto the ground.
D was hardly one to get flustered; he was hardly one to need time alone like this. He certainly didn't get it often. He shakily raised his arms, his graceful fingers grasping the top of his wide-brimmed traveller's hat. He lifted it off his head, grasping it in his left hand. His slender fingers carefully clawed his scalp carelessly. D was uncertain quite what an aphrodisiac of this strength, meant for the ancient nobles of this land, could even do. Nay, what would it even do to someone like him?
The precision of his movements began to falter as he focused on his tongue exploring around the inside of his mouth. Searching for the sharp point of his canine teeth, he placidly pressed the flesh into the two top fangs, drawing a prick of blood on each side. He gasped for a moment, letting a small trickle of blood fall from his shining lips. His breath hitching in his throat, he grunted. His delicate mouth parted breathlessly as his arms fell dramatically to the floor, his slender fingers balling into fists against his palm. An odd sight for such a strapping young man.
D’s usual pale countenance had gained a delicate rosy hue, his hair fell gracefully around his shoulders and draped down his muscular back. The dhampir was growing increasingly warm. He had never felt quite this warm. The feverish tingling trailed down the crook of his neck and burned itself down the length of his limbs. His hands weakly reached behind his body as he undid his sword hilt and breastplate, letting them both fall to the side. His hands shakily traced back up to the zipper of the black collar around his neck, frustration when they fumbled, nails slipping, and then the black cloth fell down his arms. The weight of the armplates and other protective gear drags it off his lustrous chest. His sweat glistened, catching in the pale light of the overhanging bulbs. His pale chest had started to blush an intense shade of carnation.
His head flicked upwards, the brown strands slick with sweat as they fell back against the cold door once again, the muscles in his neck wavering unsteadily, trying to stay up. A single strand of hair fell into the man's face and lay against his sculpted chest. The frigid room prickled against D’s exposed skin, fighting the trembling warmth that continued to throb inside of him. His eyes shot open, the gilded umber colour pierced through the unsettling luminescence. The slender fingers of his right hand had been digging vigorously into his palm, the dark liquid gushing for a moment down his firm wrist. He stared intently down at the blood he drew from his own body, observing the cascading crimson stream, his soft lips parted harshly as his canine teeth grew longer. The throbbing heat he felt in each fingertip compelled his delicate palm further towards his mouth. Instinctively, he began to lap at the fresh wounds, letting his fingers slip wetly between his tongue and further down his throat. He relished in the luscious irony flavour, he let out a snarling moan, deep and breathy, it filled the corners of the silent room. The deep gouges in his palms had stopped bleeding quicker than the desperate dhampir would have liked.
His middle two fingers dragged out of his mouth, his sharp nails catching on his bottom lip as bloody saliva strung from his mouth. He tongued down along the veins of his arm, where the red liquid began to pool in his inner elbow, tracing the protruding muscles in his forearm, stopping just before his elbow. It was wrong. This was wrong. He tore his arm firmly away from his mouth. The wetness from his saliva glistened, staining his skin further pink. His teeth still uncomfortably emerged, aching in his jaw. He aimlessly slinked his cloak beneath himself, shrugging it the rest of the way off his shoulders. The throbbing he felt against the groin of the leather body suit he wore was getting harder to ignore.
He sat still for a moment, breathing shakily. The dhampir’s carved marble demeanour from earlier was a stark contrast to this figure kneeling in front of the heavy stone door. His armour scattered around him, his crouching silhouette wearing nothing but the leather trousers and ebony boots. Glistening wetness coated his hand and aimless smears on his chest, the corner of his mouth stained red. The man's face contorted, his body twitching to life as his own hands roamed freely across his defined torso. His nails catch across his pale nipples, forcing D to let out a soft growl. Weakly, he twisted his shapely frame against the cool stone of the door, boosting himself onto his knees, digging them firmly into the gold fabric of his cloak against the stone flooring. His left arm rose above his head, his fingernails clawed brutally at the concrete wall in an attempt to steady himself.
D let his forehead rest against the frigid door, a desperate attempt to end the fire burning under his skin. His sticky crimson-stained fingers trailed down his sculpted chest, the bulge in his pants twitching as he continued down to his brown leather belt, twisting the skull buckle and rabidly removing the clasp. His hand snuck onto the leather waistband of his pants, he pulled the armoured pants off slowly. They peeled away from his slender hips.
He groaned and shuddered as the stale cold air crept around the dhampir’s eager member. His hand deliberately curled around his cock, his fingers slowly sliding down over the head. The simple motion made D tremble and let out a wet groan that echoed against the stone walls. His long, pointed nose tensed up as his head jerked back suddenly to stare at the metallic ceiling above him. He let out a wet growl as he used the pinkish spit to pump himself desperately into his hand. Sordid, intoxicating moans came from the man's mouth. His breath hitched irregularly as he thrust his hips into his wet hand. He abruptly stopped and brought his trembling hand up to his mouth. He dipped his long fingers back into his mouth, tasting himself. It was sweet and bloody.
The dhampir's eyes widened and filled with a crimson ocean as he let out a lustful growl. Moving his fingers out of his mouth, he brought the palm of his hand up to his bottom teeth and dragged it down harshly. The sharp tooth cut a precise slit down the centre of his palm. D shuddered, and his cock twitched desperately from the bloody scene before him. His brown hair threatened to spill over his shoulders with every sharp motion. Finally, his shoulders shook, cascading the oaken strands delicately across his chest. He dragged the wounded hand down the front of his body, back down towards his pulsing crotch.
His hand hovered on his thigh, his nails gripping into the leather pant leg. He let out begging moans through gritted teeth as he grasped his thigh tighter. His hand steadily moved to grasp his cock once again, the blood pooled up in his palm, bubbling up through the gaps in his fingertips in a perverse mix of viscous bloody fluids. The self-inflicted gash through his palm had already begun to heal, the skin pressing itself together in a searing brand. He cried out, letting the pooled saliva in his mouth leak down his chin and onto his bare throat. He sharply inhaled, letting his breathy moans hitch in his throat. The erotic noises danced across the metal surfaces and echoed across the small stone room. The dhampir's desire to abstain from the effects was long gone, his willpower at the very back of his mind.
D’s hand briskly moved his hand down the shaft of his cock, the pinkish hue that infected the rest of his body could be seen intensely on the veiny bulge. The skin at the tip pulled back, revealing the silky wetness of the tip. His narrow hips rolled to a stop as he slicked his smooth fingers slowly and teasingly around the head of his cock. D shivered and let out a deep growl as his pointed nails grazed the sensitive skin; his hips shook and thrust helplessly forward. His fingers clawed into the solid stone wall above him, gravel tumbling from the deep scratches in the chilled wall. This wasn’t enough. His hips were desperately jerking himself deeper into his hand. He shuddered and gritted his teeth. He leaned backwards from his kneeling position, balancing effortlessly onto the heels of his boots. His left arm edged towards his open mouth. D let his chin drop down against his chest as he gazed down at the sticky mess in his crotch. He inhaled sharply, and he choked out a wet whine. His fangs had entirely protruded; the dhampir's thoughts ran rampant with bloodlust, scarlet drops falling from his rosy cock and dripping quickly onto the stone floor.
Four pricks of blood began to form droplets from the dhampir's skin. He clamped his jaw tightly down into his own flesh, the searing burn of his teeth puncturing through the skin and muscle. Stopping just millimetres away from his bone, he gurgled a feeble moan through his delicate lips. His right hand had been wrapped tightly around his cock, unmoving. The moment D's flesh was torn open by his own teeth, the uncomfortable pressure he felt in his stomach released. Blood from the dhampir's arm pooled in his mouth, his glistening throat bobbed as he eagerly swallowed. The corners of his thin lips allowed a bloody stream to escape the desperate swallows, it trailed down his upturned jaw diverging down his throat and down the nape of his neck. The sticky iron pooled in his collarbones and dripped aimlessly down the small of his back. His strong legs buckled underneath him, his defined hips edging his twitching member as a viscous milky liquid spurted onto the stone wall in front of him. His hand lifted away from the twitching member, spreading his fingers; they glittered with the viscous fluid. He shuddered, letting out a sigh.
The scorching heat he had felt in every extremity dwindled like a candle wick, finally collapsing into puddled hot wax. He caved in firmly to the side, resting his head against the cold metal countertop beside him. His frigid expression returned, and he looked softly at his reflection in the stainless steel. His faint breath gently fogged up the surface as his eyes fluttered shut.
A few hours later, the unconscious, strapping figure on the floor startled. He slowly propped himself up, peeling his face off the metal countertop.
His head moved in a dazed manner and gazed over to the side where his armour had been strung aside. He recalled tugging the leather off in a lustful frenzy and shook his head. Behind his long strands of hair, an airy red hue rose to his cheeks.
He stood up briskly, scanning around the cold room. Goosebumps ran down his bare chest as the slight breeze from the machinery wafted through the cracks. His boots clicked hesitantly against the hard floor as he took careful steps back towards the counter on the back wall. He abruptly stopped and peered at the vial, his delicate fingers wrapped around the glass, and in one swift motion, he tucked it into his side pocket.
It might come in handy, he thought, as a weapon, of course. What would it even do to the nobility?
A muffled voice came from the dhampir's left hand, which rested gently at his side.
“D? Where the hell are we? D? Did…did you die?” The flippant, groggy voice rang out in the small room.
It remained unanswered as D collected his belongings.