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Authors: Todd Gregory

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More witches were nodding, some saying, “Here, here” as he continued to speak.
“And here and now, I would like to share with you the news that we have accomplished our first step to achieving our ultimate goal.” He pulled me forward. “Behold our vampire, Cord.”
Is he completely insane?
I wondered as the coven oohed and aahed over me as if I were some kind of show dog. I smiled at them all, looking around the pit.
A coming war? The complete destruction of humanity?
And I knew they all had to die—there was no question.
And I would take great pleasure in destroying them.
Inside of me, the power tried to surge again, but I kept it under control. I could smell Jean-Paul and Clint even stronger than before. They would be here soon, but somehow I knew I wouldn't have to wait for them, wouldn't need their help.
I was becoming a god.
“He is under our control—my brother's and mine. With him at our side as our enforcer, we cannot be stopped!” The triumph in Lorenzo's voice was unmistakable.
I glanced at Nico out of the corner of my eye, and he was smiling slyly at his brother. His eyes met mine.
“He has no idea what I have planned for him, Cord. Together we will destroy him.”
I nodded and lowered my eyes, lest he read something in them I didn't want him to see just yet.
At first, there was no reaction from the coven to Lorenzo's words. But then, one of them began clapping, and soon all of them were clapping and cheering me.
I was their destroyer, not their enforcer.
Nico took my hand and squeezed it. His hand felt warm and dry, desiccated and weak. The pressure he tried to put on my hand with the squeeze was nothing. I smiled back at him as he winked at me, and I took a deep breath.
More power flowed into me through his hand, and his eyes . . . I almost laughed at the look in them.
Finally, so close to the end, he realized what he had done.
I looked into his eyes and went into his mind.
“You will do and say nothing, Nico. You will merely stand here next to me and not warn anyone. I am your creation, and if they knew, they would kill you anyway. This is why it was forbidden so long ago for a vampire to drink the blood of a witch, to mess with godhood. I am draining your power. I am taking your life force and adding it to my own. My power grows with every second we stand here. Can you feel death's grip on you?”
And the last of his power drained into me, and he stood there, and I saw death in his eyes.
But I kept him animated.
It was too soon for anyone else to know.
I let go of his hand and he stood there, the living dead, an empty shell.
“And now, for our entertainment, these two men will battle for the right to feed our vampire!” Lorenzo clapped his hands, and down in the pit, the two began circling each other.
I didn't want to watch but couldn't look away.
“Not yet,”
the voice whispered in my brain.
“Almost.”
There was glee in that voice now, and somewhere in my mind I knew that it didn't matter whether I waited to destroy them or did it now.
But it would somehow be more pleasing to wait, to let them have their pleasures in viewing the struggle beneath us in the pit.
And so I watched, knowing I wouldn't permit either of them to die.
With a predatory smile on his handsome face, Blaine launched himself at Robert. Robert's cock was hard inside his jock, and so was Blaine's. Robert took a few steps backward until he could go back no farther, his back against the wall, and there was a smack as their bodies came into contact. Blaine's nipples were erect, and his ass flexed and clenched inside the straps of his white jock as he began driving his fists into Robert's beautifully defined abs.
I glanced around the pit, and all of the witches were mesmerized by the contest.
The fools,
I thought, and looked back into the pit.
Blaine still had Robert backed up against the wall, still punching, his back muscles flexing. Robert's face went quickly from confused to pained to scared. His eyes came up as his breath blasted out of his body from yet another connected punch, and I looked deep into his terrified eyes.
“This isn't what I'd thought it would be, like when me and Chip wrestle around in bed as foreplay. This isn't foreplay. This hot muscle guy is fighting for real, and he wants to hurt me. I can see it in his eyes and his face and what's worse is he's actually getting turned on by hurting me. He's punching me so fucking hard my abs hurt. I don't know how much more of this I can take but I don't think he's going to stop I don't even know if I can fight back oh my God this isn't hot at all this is scary I thought we were just going to wrestle around in jocks and the loser was going to get fucked and I was fine with that this guy has a hot ass I'd love to fuck but I wouldn't care if he fucked me either for that matter he's so hot but he's going to hurt me—”
“Relax, my pretty Robert, just go with what is happening. I won't let anything hurt you.”
He nodded almost imperceptibly, gasping as Blaine drove another brutal punch into his stomach.
“Don't hurt him, Blaine. Pull your punches. You know how to do that, don't you? Put on a show for the good people.”
And I felt Blaine come back into himself. He paused for a moment and stepped back from Robert, whose legs were a little wobbly. Blaine shook his head and looked up at me. I nodded down at him, and he turned back to Robert. He stepped forward and punched him again in the stomach. But it was more loud than painful, and I could see the terror in Robert's eyes lessen as Blaine reached down and grabbed hold of the black jock. He twisted it into his fist until it snapped, and Blaine tossed it back over his shoulder before stepping back. Robert's dick flopped up, and I glanced over at Lorenzo. He was watching them, his eyes aflame, his mouth open and practically drooling. The notion that a few hours earlier he'd been inside of me, driving me almost insane with desire, nauseated me now.
Another hunger pang tore through me. This one felt like a jagged knife was being shoved into my intestines and twisted. My vision swam in and out of focus, and it took all of my willpower not to scream from the agony.
Nico's hand squeezed mine reassuringly.
The only thing keeping him alive was my will. His life force was gone, but his heart was still beating, his blood was still flowing.
I stared at him for a moment and saw the blue vein in his neck, pulsing with each beat of his heart, and remembered the sweet taste of his blood, how nourishing and refreshing it had been—and how I'd felt after.
Stronger.
More powerful.
I have made you a god.
The power was addicting.
I had taken his life, but would more of his delicious blood make me even stronger?
Control. Keep control. You'll be able to feed soon enough. Both the blood and the power.
I swallowed and turned my attention back to what was happening below me. Robert had collapsed and lay panting, facedown, in the dirt. His ass was up in the air, and Blaine was stepping out of his own jock, his swollen cock angry and red, anxious for release. He got down on his knees and forced Robert's legs apart. He pulled Robert up until he was on his knees and spread Robert's ass cheeks and spat into his hole. He shoved his cock in and Robert's mouth opened in a howl that echoed off the house and the trees. Blaine flexed his ass as he drove deeper inside of Robert as the howl died off into a growl of pure animal pleasure.
“Isn't this a beautiful thing?” Lorenzo whispered to me. “This is the true natural order of things for humans—to be our sport, entertainment for us to watch and appreciate. This world was never meant for them to rule over; this is how it should be.” His eyes glittered with bloodlust, and he reached down, letting his hand brush against my crotch.
Again, I felt some of his power flow into me through my cock, and I shuddered.
It was so intense.
And I wanted more.
Robert howled again, and I turned to look back as the two of them fucked. The other witches were enrapt, unable to stop watching.
“I'll let them both come before he kills the other,” Lorenzo said, winking at me.
“Let him live,” I said.
Lorenzo turned to me, a strange look on his face. “What?”
I looked him square in the eye, focusing deeply on the words. “Let the loser live, Lorenzo. I don't want to see him die before me. I don't need the sacrifice.”
The power begged to be released.
Lorenzo's will collapsed before mine, and he nodded.
We watched in silence as Blaine pounded away at Robert's ass, his face glistening with sweat.
If Nico hadn't given me his blood to drink, Robert would most definitely have died in the pit, and Blaine, who just a few days earlier had nothing more on his mind than upcoming finals and having to dance on the bar at Oz in his white briefs, would have been a murderer.
These witches were evil, and destroying them was going to be a pleasure.
I could smell Jean-Paul and Clint. They were at the head of the driveway, on the other side of the forest. They would be here soon.
“Now,”
the voice whispered in my head.
I let go of Nico's hand and he collapsed, dead.
“What . . .” Lorenzo stared at me. “What have you done—”
In one step I put my arms around him and sank my teeth into his neck. I was so hungry, and his blood was even sweeter, more rich, more satisfying, than Nico's had been. His magic power flowed into me as well as I pressed my crotch against his, and he trembled in my arms, and the power continued growing inside of me, and then I was finished with him and tossed his body aside.
The rest of the coven wasn't even aware of what had just happened to their leaders, so intent were they on watching Blaine and Robert finding pleasure in each other's bodies.
So ridiculously easy.
I sensed the big SUV Clint was driving coming up the driveway through the oak forest. If I wasn't finished before they got here, I'd not be able to take what I wanted.
I closed my eyes and focused.
And the power began to flow out of the coven and into me.
My body began to tremble, and for a brief moment I resisted the current, every hair on my body standing on end, but then I gave in to it and it began filling me up. I could feel my erection straining against the velvet pants. I was so aroused; this was better than sex, this was better than sex on drugs, this was better than sex on drugs while drinking the blood of a beautiful boy, and I was becoming powerful, oh so fucking powerful, that no one, no one was ever going to be able to contain me again.
For a split second I worried that I might overload, that my brain circuits would fry—
this was forbidden for a reason—
but then I realized I could not only contain all of this but also there was room for even more, and I felt myself rising in the air, floating.
I opened my eyes and saw that some of the witches had already collapsed, their dead bodies sprawled on the lawn, while the others who still lived, who I was still draining, were standing but their bodies were twitching, and I felt myself float back down to the grass as, one after another, their lifeless shells fell to the grass.
And I looked down as both Blaine and Robert came at the same time, both of their sweaty bodies convulsing, their voices mingling in a howl.
Again, I felt the hunger convulsing me. The power needed to be fed.
And below me were two humans.
I stepped over the lip of the pit and landed beside the two former combatants as gently as a feather.
Blaine looked up at me and smiled. “You were in the bar the other night,” he said. “I waited for you to come back, but you didn't. Didn't you like me?” He pulled his dripping dick out of Robert and stood up, watching me.
“Of course I liked you,” I replied, beckoning him to come toward me. He did, and turned his head, exposing his neck and the juicy jugular vein.
“Feed from me, my master,” he whispered.
So, the spell he'd been under hadn't been completely broken.
Nico said I was a god, and I certainly felt like one. I felt like I had the power to destroy worlds, that if I wanted to I could split the world in half and send the two pieces spinning off into the great void.
And again, I felt the hunger.
I bent down and bit into his neck, and his body quivered as his blood began flooding my mouth.

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