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"The Master Biter" has erotic content and is intended for those 18 years of age or older who are not offended by erotic content. The Master Biter by Kate Hill (Gay Vampire) The confessions of a vampire known as the world's greatest biter. People said he was the world's greatest biter, that he could bestow more pleasure with a prick of his teeth than most vampires could with a simultaneous penetration of fangs and cock. Truly one could sooner count all the raindrops of a storm than the number of lovers he seduced and thoroughly satisfied in over six thousand years of existence. Mortals and immortals alike succumbed to the raw male dominance he emanated, the promises burning in his sapphire eyes and the power of his touch. Sometimes harsh, at other times gentle, he always seemed to know exactly what his partners longed for. His hands, lips and even the seemingly unplanned brush of his lightly furred chest against his lovers' skin, dampened the most virginal woman's pussy and swelled the most puritan man's cock. His bite, when it finally came, was tender at first, a mere sliding of needle-like fangs through stimulated flesh. Then it turned fierce-–a deep, soul-stealing thrust that hurled his partner into unsurpassed bliss. Despite his talent, his reputation was false nonetheless. I know because I was lucky enough to survive an evening with him--the sexiest evening of my life. He told me the truth about his past. Though at first I found it hard to believe he was not the world's greatest biter, but the student of the true holder of the title. It would be pointless to list the names he went by over the course of six thousand years. The only one that matters to this story is the one he used during the time he trained with the Master Biter. He was called Yasha then. A thousand years old. Fairly young for one of his kind. Already he had discovered the two fascinations that would follow him throughout his life--war and sex. When he wasn't sating his bloodlust on the battlefield, he fed it in the cunt of a beautiful woman or the ass of a handsome man. Yasha didn't judge beauty as most people do. He didn't measure it by the fullness of breasts, flatness of bellies, or size of cocks. To him, beauty was hunger that burned in a person's eyes. It was their willingness to share their passion without holding back--to give themselves over to him completely and allow him to provide pleasure only a dominant vampire could give. Just as much as he wanted to win every battle he fought, he longed to conquer all those he choose to bed. His creator, a vampire who might very well have been as old as time itself, told Yasha about the Master Biter, one who had perfected vampiric pleasure like no other of his kind. If Yasha proved to his creator that his interest in the carnal arts was not simply a passing phase, he would tell him where to find the Master Biter. Thrilled by the challenge as well as the prize, Yasha spent years learning every sexual technique imaginable. From the pleasure of the lash and the mystique of bondage to the intensity of oral stimulation and the uncomplicated, heart pounding frenzy of missionary rutting, he was an expert. Armed with the reputation of never leaving a lover unsatisfied and collecting more followers in a year than many religions had in their entire existence, Yasha prepared to meet the Master Biter. The journey was rough, especially for a vampire, but Yasha thrived on challenges of any kind. After hiking through miles of desert, he gained passage on a slave ship where he rowed day and night before finally reaching land. While daylight didn't destroy his kind, as so many legends claimed, it caused discomfort nonetheless. The only greater pleasure than draining the slavers to death once he reached the shore was the freedom to once again travel by night. The Master Biter lived in an abandoned temple on a frozen mountaintop in the far east. Even at that time, the temple had already stood for a thousand years, its inhabitants long dead. No mortals knew of its existence, and the Master Biter kept it hidden from any potential invaders by the use of mind tricks that all vampires possess. Faced with his age and skill, most other vampires would not have the power to break his psychic barriers, so he was safe from all but those he chose to see. Yasha recalled the sting of frozen wind against his face and the numbness in his hands and feet as he wandered around the mountaintop, searching for the elusive temple. "Shad!" he bellowed, though even his deep voice seemed lost on the wind. "Master Shad! I need to speak to you!" Pausing, he drew a breath that nearly froze his powerful vampiric lungs. Through the blur of tears that the wind lashed from his eyes, he saw a yellow glow in the distance. He trudged toward it, forcing his way through thigh-deep snow. Firelight burned inside a cave. When he reached the cave, its warmth almost stung his frozen skin. He inhaled deeply, a powerful scent filling him, heating him like a lover's caress. "Hello?" "Come boy," called a soft yet powerful voice. Leaving the fire's glow behind, Yasha walked down several rocky corridors, his keen vision unhindered by the darkness. Suddenly the air grew even warmer. Rounding a turn, he saw an entrance carved into the cave wall. It led to a large room of polished stone. A fire burned in an enormous pit, the likes of which Yasha had never seen. Somehow the smoke swept upward so that it didn't fill the room, but merely allowed the fire to warm it. A nude man sprawled upon a huge black silk cushion. Smooth-skinned, sinewy and long of limb, he was beyond beautiful. Long black hair draped his shoulders and spread behind him like a flawless curtain. Onyx eyes fringed with short, thick lashes gazed at Yasha in a way that made him feel as naked as his captivating host. "Shad?" "You know I am." "I'm here to--" "I know why you're here. Long ago, many vampires approached me to learn the Art, but few were truly capable of mastering it. That's why I came here, where only the most determined can find me. If you endured the journey, then you might have a chance of learning my techniques." Anger twisted Yasha's insides. "I certainly didn't come here to fail." "Then while you're here, you will obey me in all things." Yasha's teeth gritted and his cold hands curled into fists. The slight smile twisting Shad's lips seemed to say I know you'll fail. Shad stood fluidly. His flaccid cock that had been resting so comfortably in a nest of raven hair now awakened. It swelled, peeking through the heavy foreskin. The Ancient One strode forward. He paused in front of Yasha and said, "You're a dominant vampire." The two men were of comparable height, but the Master Biter's build wasn't as big boned and heavily muscled as Yasha's. Still, he exuded the power of the ancients, something that would take Yasha thousands of years to develop. "I am." "Here, you're not. To learn from me, you must submit to me fully. Do you understand?" Yasha nodded. "That means answering aloud when I ask a question." "Yes." "I have already looked inside your mind, so I know you have a thirst for knowledge and some experience in your chosen art. That's good." Yasha's brow furrowed. He hadn't felt Shad enter his thoughts. "My skill at mind control surprises you. It shouldn't. My age alone should tell you of my powers, if my scent already hasn't. You'll find that during our lessons I will not rely on my mind skills very often. I know many vampires enjoy creating carnal illusions for their lovers, but that is a separate art. To perfect the bite, one must truly feel. One must touch and observe. These lessons will be hard for you, since you're accustomed to leading while others follow. If you can harness your dominant male pride, I can show you every mystical pleasure of the Art." "The Art?" "The only true Art that should exist for our kind. The Art of the Bite." Yasha's heart pounded and he tightened his fists until his hands trembled. To surrender to this beautiful, demanding man challenged Yasha's very nature, but to leave without gaining the knowledge he sought would be insufferable. He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath and released it slowly. He unclenched his fists and sank to his knees in front of Shad. "I am yours, Master, until you release me." Again Shad's lips curved upward in that slight yet arrogant smile that Yasha would eventually learn to love and hate. "This is a good start, boy. Undress and we'll begin." * * * Though to Yasha his years of training became a blur of pleasure-pain, two lessons stood out clearly in his mind—the first and the last. On the night he arrived, once he had surrendered to Shad and undressed, the Ancient One bid him to warm himself by the fire. Still shivering from the cold, Yasha sat by the pit and the fire's soothing heat enveloped him. His back was to Shad, but he caught the scent of food and wine. He ate and drank the meal offered by his host. Shad draped a blanket over him, banishing the last chill from Yasha's body. The Ancient One's hands rested lightly on his shoulders, then began kneading the tight muscles. It felt so good that Yasha forgot about finishing his meal and sat, staring at the flames. He resisted the urge to close his eyes. "It's all right," Shad whispered in his ear. "Surrender. You're mine now. Forget about being strong and in control. Learn how to feel." "I'm not sure I can." "I can't believe you're allowing yourself to fail so soon." "What you ask isn't easy." "If the Art was easy to learn, then every vampire would have mortals clamoring for their bite instead of hunting them like demons. You're tensing again. Relax and give yourself to me." Yasha's eyes slipped shut. The blanket fell from his shoulders and Shad's hands rested directly on his flesh. His smooth, warm palms swept up and down Yasha's back. Strong fingers pressed against his spine, not painfully, but enough to reveal the Ancient One's physical power. Shad swept aside Yasha's heavy hair and kissed the back of his neck. The teacher's moist, gentle kisses rained across his shoulders followed by the wet sweep of his tongue along his backbone. Firm hands grasped Yasha's sides and tugged. "Get on your hands and knees, boy." His heart pounding with desire, Yasha did as his Master commanded. Though his alpha male nature rebelled against submission of any kind, the idea of total surrender aroused a hidden part of the vampire warrior. With his hands braced against the floor and his knees placed firmly apart, he concentrated on the sensation of Shad's hands stroking his flesh. They rubbed gentle circles over his ribs and the small of his back. Shad cupped Yasha's taut ass and squeezed. Tender lips brushed one ass cheek. A barrage of kisses followed, covering Yasha's buttocks. Once again Shad's hands clutched Yasha's bottom, parting the firm globes. At the first sweep of the Master's tongue against his sphincter, Yasha nearly shouted with pleasure. Still retaining a bit of self-control, he managed to stifle the urge so only a strangled groan escaped his throat. No. Cry out. I know how good it feels. Don't try to repress your lust. Shad's voice inside his head severed the last of Yasha's control. The Ancient One knew what was in his mind and his heart. He couldn't hide from him. The need to dominate suddenly paled compared to the intensity of the pleasure rolling through him. While still licking his rear crevice, Shad slid a hand beneath Yasha and grasped his sac. He rolled it in his palm, kneading with the perfect amount of pressure. Panting, Yasha thrust his bottom closer to the Ancient One. His fingers tightened against the floor. Tremors of delight rolled through him. Shad left him momentarily but Yasha didn't so much as glance over his shoulder to see where his teacher had gone. Something told him he should not move without an order from the Ancient One. "On your back," Shad commanded. This time Yasha obeyed without the slightest thought of who should be in control. He lay on the smooth stone floor and watched through half closed eyes as Shad pushed his legs apart and settled between them. "You have a magnificent cock," the Ancient One murmured, sliding down the foreskin and curling his fists around the engorged staff. Yasha waited with his breath held, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Not since his days as a mortal man had his pulse raced so quickly. Bending forward, Shad stroked his student's cock, rubbing up and down with firm strokes that gradually increased in speed. Though Shad's long, inky hair veiled his actions, Yasha felt his warm breath against his cock head. It grew hotter as Shad leaned closer. Finally his soft, wet mouth enveloped the crown of Yasha's erection. His tongue swirled over it, the very tip toying with the eye. "Ah!" Yasha cried out sharply, his hips thrusting upward. With his eyes tightly closed, he concentrated on the exquisite torture of Shad's lips and tongue on his rod. His fingers tried to grip the floor, for he dared not clutch the Master's head without permission. Tiny shudders racked his body as Shad sucked his cock. He drew the swollen, aching flesh so deep into his mouth that the crown of Yasha's erection swept the back of his throat. Yasha felt as if two tiny places on his staff had suddenly grown as sensitive as his cock head. The places moved up and down, stabbing him with unimaginable pleasure. It was then that he realized Shad was biting his cock. He had known the bite of many vampires, most of them pleasurable, but none like this. Just when he thought he couldn't endure another moment, Shad dragged his teeth up his staff, leaving a searing trail of raw sensation. He slid one of his fangs into his cock head. With a primitive shriek of rapture, Yasha climaxed. Shad continued biting, licking and sucking his student while the younger vampire shouted, jerked and trembled in the longest orgasm of his life. Yasha must have fainted, because the next thing he remembered was awakening next to Shad on the black silk cushion. The Ancient One leaned on his elbow, gazing down at him while running his fingers through the thick mat of hair covering Yasha's chest. His dark eyes met his student's, but this time he didn't smile. "When you can do to me what I just did to you, when you can make me long for release with such intensity that nothing else matters, when you can make me forget that I am your superior, then you will have mastered the Art." With the pleasure over and his mind clear, anger at his own behavior twisted Yasha's insides. He also burned with the need to learn everything Shad had to teach. If for nothing but the sake of retribution alone, he vowed to become the best student the Master Biter ever had. * * * While training, Yasha lost track of time. Nights, months, even years meant nothing. If he used his cunning, he would most likely exist for several millennia, so he could afford to sacrifice whatever time Shad required to teach the Art. The lessons began with simple touch. The brushing of lips and tongue and the exploration of each curve, plane and crevice. Night after night, Shad would kiss every inch of Yasha's flesh. His expert fingers squeezed and stroked his student, allowing him to know the sensitivities of his own body. Yasha found that aside from the usual places, such as cock, balls and ass, other parts of him were nearly as susceptible to the stimulation of hand and tongue. The soles of his feet, the side of his neck, even his nipples. For a man who had spent a thousand years perfecting his sexual skills, he was shocked by his ignorance regarding his own body. "Some dominant vampires such as yourself have that problem. They are so concerned with their partners' pleasure that they neglect their own. That is why I demand complete subservience from my students. Only then can you focus on yourself. Once you know your body, your awareness of other people's pleasure heightens." Yasha thought that eventually he would grow immune to his anger at Shad's constant reminders that he was the slave and the Ancient One the Master, yet he never did. In spite of his ability to repress his domineering nature and enjoy Shad's lessons, deep inside Yasha's alpha male instincts fought against the repression. He knew Shad sensed this. When Yasha finally thought he might burst from the need to dominate, Shad introduced a new kind of lesson. Yasha found himself tightly bound, his ankles chained to the floor and his hands secured by thick metal cuffs suspended by chains from the ceiling. Stretched almost to his limit, he was completely at the mercy of Shad's desires. Using strips of leather, the Ancient One lashed him, back and front, reddening his flesh without breaking it. In this way, he heightened the sensitivity of each and every nerve. Then he soothed him with kisses and swipes of his moist tongue. Standing behind him, he raked his nails down his back, wrapped his arms around him and gently curled his fingers in Yasha's sweat-dampened mat of chest hair. Hatred and excitement coursed through Yasha. Almost as soon as the leather struck his flesh, his cock rose in a massive, throbbing erection. His heart seemed to beat in time with the rhythm of Shad's flogger against his body while a mantra echoed in his mind. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me. Thousands of years later, he would laugh at how that particular phrase meant something completely different to mortals who were innocent of the pleasures of vampirism. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me. Shad, please, oh please, Ancient One. When he thought he couldn't endure another second of anticipation, when his hands trembled and he somehow refrained from using his great strength to break the chains, Shad rewarded him with his bite. Eventually, Yasha learned to separate his pleasure from the learning process and began to fully understand Shad's techniques. With his inner alpha once again under control, Yasha's lessons changed again. This time Shad encouraged his student to touch him. Images of these exercises flashed through Yasha's mind for ages, even if he couldn't recall the events surrounding each episode. The taste of Shad's sweet lips and salty flesh remained forever on his tongue. The little gasps and deep growls of delight always came to him in dreams. Memories of the Ancient One's lithe body with its sinewy arms and lean chest appeared throughout his long life. He covered Shad's inner thighs with kisses. Then used his fangs to pierce the flesh. "Good, but a bit too fast," Shad said. "I'm still able to concentrate on something other than your bite." Yasha tried again, squeezing his teacher's sac and rolling his thumb over his cock head. His teeth slid in deeper and his mouth filled with the Ancient One's delicious blood. Tasting sharp and bittersweet, it carried the aroma of the first savage winds that blew across the oceans when the world was new. Concentrating was difficult when swallowing such intoxicating liquid, but Yasha was determined. He thrust his fangs deeper, but with the utmost gentleness, then he licked. "Very good," Shad murmured. "But I'm still in control, boy." For ten years Yasha's frustration grew, as did his skills. One night swam into the next with only brief images and sensations remaining in his mind--until the final lesson. Like the first, the last one was etched into his memory for all time. Shad had left the temple early that night for his customary walk. Using the time alone to his advantage, Yasha prepared for the coming lesson. He lit incense that Shad called "essence of blood," a tangy, powerful aroma that quickly filled the room. He mixed scented oil and rubbed it into his body, saving enough to anoint his teacher. For the next half hour, he knelt in front of the fire pit and closed his eyes, meditating and clearing his mind of everything except Shad. Tonight the Master Biter would surrender to him. He sensed it as surely as he sensed an approaching storm, an enemy's hatred or a lover's desire. Shad had been growing quieter during their lessons. When Yasha bit him, he spoke his criticisms breathlessly and several times he almost came when Yasha's fangs pierced his cock head. Yasha had just completed his meditation when Shad returned, covered in snow and shivering from the cold. Ignoring his student, he approached the fire and squatted in front of it. Yasha knelt beside him and wrapped his arms around the slighter man. "Please let me warm you." For a moment, Shad remained stiff, then his muscles relaxed a bit. Yasha's hands swept up and down Shad's arms. He tugged off the Ancient One's cloak, not surprised to find him naked beneath. Shad often walked nude in the snow as yet another way of challenging himself. Again Yasha embraced his teacher, their bare skins pressed close. After a moment, Shad's cold flesh warmed. Yasha took the older vampire's lovely, beardless face in his hands. A glint of emotion shimmered in the Ancient One's usually unreadable eyes. Yasha had the strange urge to look into Shad's mind, to find out exactly what the other man felt, but the desire quickly passed. The Master Biter's mind skills were too powerful and he always blocked his student out. Yasha wouldn't push the issue, since such an action would insinuate that Shad meant more to him than just a teacher. Yasha wanted to become an expert in vampiric pleasure. Love was another matter he might never be ready to face. He covered the Ancient One's mouth with a kiss. His lips moved gently against his teacher's before he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Shad's met it and they stroked one another until Yasha trapped Shad's tongue and sucked on it. Throughout the kiss, Yasha ran his hands over Shad's back, his sensitive fingertips exploring every chiseled muscle. He slipped his hands beneath the Ancient One and cupped his buttocks. Shad raised himself slightly so that Yasha could more easily squeeze and stroke the firm globes. He parted Shad's ass cheeks and pressed a fingertip to his sphincter. The ring contracted a bit. Still stroking and pushing against Shad's anus, Yasha broke their kiss and buried his face against the Ancient One's shoulder. He licked his way up his neck, carefully outlining a throbbing artery. Using the very tips of his fangs, he scratched the flesh. A shudder ripped through Shad and his stiff cock swelled even more between their bodies. Yasha's staff also stiffened and ached, but his lust would not hinder him tonight. He felt in complete control. "Let me take you, Ancient One," Yasha purred. "Yes," Shad whispered. "You're ready." With a possessive growl, Yasha stood and hoisted Shad over his shoulder. He walked toward the black silk cushion, rubbing and squeezing his teacher's buttocks along the way. He placed Shad on his back and grasped his hands, positioning them above his head. "Do not move your hands unless I give the word, Shad." A flicker of frustration swept across the Ancient One's face and Yasha resisted the urge to laugh with glee. He had waited several long years to drag such an emotion from the Master Biter. Yasha reached for the bowl of oil and dipped his hands into it. Beginning with Shad's wrists, he rubbed the oil into his flesh. He swept his hands down his teacher's arms and paused upon reaching Shad's beautiful armpits with their faint dusting of hair. Instead of oiling them, he leaned down and kissed then licked them. Shad's breath caught and he writhed a bit. When he finished with that armpit, Yasha moved to the other. Yasha loved their faintly musky scent and the texture of hair against his tongue. Sitting up, he glanced at Shad's face. The Ancient One's eyes closed and the tips of his fangs glistened between his slightly parted lips. Yasha gathered more oil and rubbed it over Shad's torso. The lean muscles felt so good against his palms. When he reached his flat belly, he bent again and kissed it. He dipped his tongue into the Ancient One's navel. His oiled hands moved lower. While one squeezed and caressed Shad's balls, the other pushed down his foreskin and stroked his shaft. Yasha fully appreciated the beauty of Shad's cock. It was long and incredibly thick. Veins created a fascinating pattern beneath its velvety flesh. The bulbous ruddy head felt soft against his lips and tongue. Yasha loved seeing the drop of pre-come bead on the little eye almost as much as he enjoyed piercing the shaft with his fangs. Lying between Shad's legs, Yasha grasped his buttocks and lifted him slightly. He took as much of his balls as he could fit into his mouth and sucked, drenching them with saliva. Shad moaned almost inaudibly, even to vampiric ears, but Yasha heard it. Filled with pride and encouragement, he forced himself to remain focused. His oiled fingertip once again found Shad's sphincter and toyed with it, alternating between teasing it with feathery touches and pushing against it, partially penetrating. He lapped up and down the Ancient One's cock and his tongue swirled around the head. After sucking the tip until Shad's breathing grew ragged, he buried his lips at the root and pressed a kiss to it before using his teeth to prick the flesh from base to head. "Ah! Harder! Please! Harder!" Shad bellowed. His hips thrust as he tried to writhe, but Yasha's powerful hands held him almost immobile. For the first time, the student used his greater physical strength to control the teacher. Shad's raw cries filled the temple and Yasha smiled slightly, though the rhythm of his teeth upon the Ancient One's shaft never ceased. Shad's cock twitched, becoming difficult to manage, so Yasha removed one hand from the Ancient One's bottom and grasped the rod. Sensing that his tormentor of ten years was tormented enough, Yasha pierced his cock head with his fang, gently at first, then harder and deeper. The Ancient One erupted, his body arching so hard that even his vampiric muscles must have ached from the strain. Finally he collapsed. Yasha sat back on his heels, his breathing harsh. Though his stiff cock ached with unfulfilled desire, he couldn't keep the smile from his lips. Fortunately, it vanished before his teacher opened his eyes. An odd sensation filled Yasha at Shad's expression. His eyes gleaming with pride and a hint of sadness, Shad reached for Yasha's wrists and tugged him close. Yasha's head rested beside Shad's on the cushion. For several moments he listened to the slow beating of their powerful hearts. He knew without being told that his lessons were over. Soon he would leave the temple, the mountain and the Master Biter. It was for the best. If he remained any longer, he might truly succumb to Shad, then all his new skills would go to waste. There was a world of lovers to be had and Yasha wanted to taste them all. So the vampire warrior left. He returned to the heart-pounding frenzy of battle and the incomparable passion of vampiric lovemaking. He didn't hide his skills, but practiced them on almost anyone willing to submit to a dominant male vampire who could provide unimaginable pleasure with a bite. He was called the world's greatest biter, but he knew the truth. Somewhere, in a snow-covered temple protected by the power of an ancient, resided the Master Biter just waiting for that one perfect student. The End Copyright 2009 Kate Hill

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