A gay adult story: Vampire Ethan’s Stories 1 by HealingPsychic
Welcome my friends, I, Ethan Taylor, am pleased to have you join me tonight. I must warn you, my stories tend to be lengthy, but I assure you, the beginning is crucial to understand the tale that follows.
Before I regale you with one of my many adventures as a fearsome yet merciful vampire, let me first enlighten you about the world I was thrust into centuries ago.
Vampires have existed since even before the time of Jesus Christ. Originally, they were powerful magicians and sorcerers who used the life force of others to fuel their spells. Their methods were cruel, as they would secretly add potions to their victims’ food and drinks, driving them to the brink of insanity. These potions were like modern day LSD, causing the victim’s mind to be in a trance-like state.
In this state, the sorcerers would exert their will onto the victim, who was docile and even enjoyed having their life force drained by the sorcerer. It was similar to the scene portrayed in the movie “Hocus Pocus,” where three witches hypnotize a girl and drain her life force while she sits calmly and content.
This was how the sorcerers would gain immense power, often becoming High Priests or lead village shamans, sparing them from having to resort to such methods. The victim would be restrained while the sorcerer performed rituals to extract their energy.
They were smart, feeding and caring for the individuals so they would last longer – but most humans would not last longer than about ten rituals, finally fading away mid-chant for the mage.
I’m sure you’ve heard of blood rituals and sacrificial magick (spelled with a ‘k’ in our world to differentiate from stage tricks), famous for its gory horror. What magicians soon realized as that a huge concentration of life force energy is found in blood. A large vial of blood would have enough energy for about four or five powerful spells. Simply pulling energy from the aura was not powerful enough.
Eventually, these sorcerers became blood-hungry, finding ways to use blood and life force magicks to regenerate their bodies and even give them great strength and virtual immortality. There’s a price, though – their skin becomes almost albino in its sensitivity to light. This invention known as sunscreen has been a great boon to use.
I was not one of the original sorcerers from thousands of years ago who found ways to harvest blood for immortality. I was born about six or seven hundred years ago into a relatively normal family of nobility – I will not say which country, because to be honest I do not remember.
We had a strange relative, a distant cousin we treated as an uncle who would stay for only a day or two. He was generally kind to me, but very secretive. No one made a fuss about him, because he was the one whose fortune was keeping our family from the poorhouse.
It was my uncle who taught me magick. He began when I was seven, and by the time I was thirteen years old I could meditate deeply; see into the past, present, and future (though I disliked it, the images in my mind were often far too symbolic and only made sense after they occured); cast spells that brought me money, the things I desired, and even power over my friends. I could even mix a rather wide variety of potions – but since they often helped my family and the local apothecary had taken a great liking to my interest, no one paid any mind. Neither did I, until the morning of my thirteenth birthday.
I awoke to find every member of my family tied up in their chairs, unconscious. My uncle was there, in the drawing room, with them. I was upset and angry and shocked and scared – until my uncle managed to get me to drink an elixir that must have been some form of tranquilizer. After I was calm, he explained he had used a magick developed in the ancient world.
He opened his mouth and his canines suddenly grew long and sharp, then retracted. He explained that by biting into someone, you can drink their blood and harvest their life force for your own. A Vampiric Mage could focus their will upon them to bring them into unconsciousness and amnesia, or even total willingness. We need only drink a few gulps to satisfy our rejuvination for a day or two, then use the surge in our energy to heal the bite marks. If we drink too much, we can bring them from the brink of death and restore their blood using what drops were left. The second method left us with more energy, but took more practice, strength, and skill – and may shorten the victims life.
He demonstrated by drinking from my father. My uncle had not fed in over a year, because he enjoyed aging. His graying hair vanished, his flabby body that had gotten used to rich foods became taut and toned. He only became somewhat paler.
He then placed his hand upon my head and initiated me into the power of the Vampire. I had loved every member of my family, save my older brother, Henry. He was cruel to me, loathed that my parents doted on me and expected so much of him. Usually I pitied him and wished him better, but today, all I cared about was trying this newfound power.
When I bit into his neck, I suddenly hungered for his blood. It flooded my mouth, hot and heavy. Truly it did not taste as it had before, coppery and slippery. No, it was like drinking a sweet, flavored water after dying of thirst in a desert. Before Henry succumbed to my hunger, my uncle pulled me away and repaired our damage. Being hundreds of years old, he was able to wipe their memories and bite marks clean.
And so, my uncle convinced my parents to let me travel the world with him – get some experience into me. This way, my older brother and sister could focus on their studies without my interruption. This pleased my brother and he secretly begged my parents to let me leave. I had overheard this, and decided that I would feed from him every night until I left.
And so I did. I may have been new at this, but I had a talent. I would enter his room late at night when he was asleep. Closing the door, I would look at him and focus my will upon him, forcing him deeply into sleep. I would creep into his bed and lie beside him. If our parents walked in, I would simply say I got scared and felt safer with my brother, an obvious lie but with my newfound powers it would blow over easily.
For two weeks while my uncle made the arrangements, I fed hungrily, greedily upon my brother. I would laugh at his dizziness and tiredness throughout the day.
One night though, he was under my will but still dreaming and he began to say strange things.
“James… yes James,” James was a friend of Henry’s from the local college. He was friendly to me on the rare occasions I saw him.
“Suck it… oh, God in… Heaven you are good!” This sounded unusual, but it turned me on because I was slowly sucking on a vein in Henry’s arm, taking only a few tasty drops at a time.
“Suck my cock, just like… oh James, you’re sucking all of it!” I knew quite a lot about sex for such a young age and for that time period, mostly because my uncle had explained sex magick to me along the way of my training. He had only hinted that two men or two women could do things with each other, and I wish he had gone into detail because the two men had struck a cord with me, but I was still a bit slow at figuring what that meant.