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The abandoned castle loomed like a forgotten relic under the moon's pale gaze, its stone walls echoing with the faint drip of water from cracked ceilings.
Prince Anton, tall and soft in his frame, moved through the shadowed halls with a hurried grace, his white long frilled shirt billowing slightly around his slender torso, the fabric whispering against his pale skin. Black ruffled trousers hugged his legs, tucked into polished boots that clicked softly on the uneven floor. His heart pounded, a mix of fear and desperation driving him forward.
He had to escape—escape the man who held his soul captive, the one whose affections felt like illusions crumbling under scrutiny. Anton pushed open the heavy doors to the throne room, the air thick with dust and the scent of aged velvet. There, on the massive throne carved from obsidian and bone, sat a dark figure. Cloaked in shadows, but the silhouette was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the predatory poise.
Anton's breath hitched as the figure turned, crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. Park Wonbin, the Underlord, his lover, his tormentor.
"Anton," Wonbin's voice rumbled, low and commanding, laced with a dangerous edge. He rose slowly, his form unfolding like a predator uncoiling. Panic surged through Anton. He spun on his heel, boots scraping the stone as he bolted for the door. But Wonbin was faster, a blur of darkness closing the distance in seconds. Strong arms wrapped around Anton's waist, yanking him back against a solid chest. Anton struggled, twisting in the iron grip, but Wonbin hauled him effortlessly toward a side chamber, kicking the door shut behind them. The lock clicked with finality, sealing them in the dimly lit room with its single bed draped in faded silks and a heavy wooden door that now barred escape.
"Let me go!" Anton cried, tears already welling in his wide, brown eyes. He shoved at Wonbin's chest, but the vampire didn't budge. "You don't love me! You've made that clear - distant, cold, smiling at your dark lord friends while I fade into nothing!" Wonbin's jaw clenched, his dark hair falling over his forehead as he gripped Anton's shoulders.
"Puppy, how can you say that? I love you more than anything in this cursed world. You're mine - my heart, my everything. Why run when all I want is to keep you safe?" Anton shook his head, sobs breaking free as he backed away, only to hit the wall. His pale face crumpled, lips trembling.
"Liar. You haven't marked me as your mate. Everyone knows the underlord needs a special one - second in charge, lover in the underworld. But you... you treat me like a fragile human toy, hidden away. I see how you are in public, not touching me, not showing... like I break easily!" Wonbin's eyes flashed with fury and pain, his hands fisting in Anton's frilled shirt.
"You think I don't want you? That I don't ache for you?" With a growl, he tore at the fabric, buttons popping as he stripped the white shirt from Anton's body, exposing the prince's soft, pale chest, nipples already pebbling in the cool air.
Anton gasped, trying to cover himself, but Wonbin yanked his arms down, then shoved the black ruffled trousers and boots off in quick, rough motions, leaving Anton naked and vulnerable, his frame trembling.
God, how could someone look so pretty like this? Wonbin thought, rage boiling at the sight of Anton's wrecked expression: tear-streaked cheeks, swollen eyes, full lips parted in distress. The pale skin glowed ethereally, his cock half-hard from the adrenaline, hanging soft between long legs.
It infuriated Wonbin that such beauty could be twisted by doubt. Before Anton could speak again, Wonbin surged forward, crashing their mouths together. Anton gasped into the kiss, a sharp inhale that Wonbin swallowed, his tongue plunging deep, claiming every inch.
Anton whimpered, hands pushing weakly at Wonbin's chest before clutching his shirt, body arching instinctively. Wonbin broke the kiss only to pin Anton harder against the wall, one hand tangling in his soft hair, the other sliding down to grip his hip. He trailed bites along Anton's jaw, sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin, leaving red welts that would bloom into hickeys.
"Do you even love me?" Anton babbled between gasps, voice cracking. "Or am I just—" Wonbin silenced him with a pinch to one nipple, twisting the sensitive bud until Anton yelped, words dissolving into a whine.
"Quiet, puppy," Wonbin murmured, voice rough with anger and desire. He sucked a mark onto Anton's neck, teeth grazing but not breaking skin yet, while his free hand delivered a sharp spank to Anton's ass, the sound echoing in the room.
Anton bucked, a sob escaping as his cock twitched, hardening fully. "You think I don't want this?" Wonbin growled, marking another spot on Anton's collarbone, his hand cupping Anton's balls, rolling them gently at first, then squeezing just enough to make the prince's knees buckle. Anton whined, speechless, hips jerking forward as Wonbin's fingers brushed his thickening dick, rubbing the underside until pre-cum beaded at the tip. Anton tried again, tears streaming. "
”But you were so smiley with the other lord... you don't need a weak powerless human like—" Another spank, harder this time, reddening the pale globe of Anton's ass.
Wonbin's hand returned to his cock, stroking firmly, thumb circling the head. "Enough," he commanded, voice laced with rage. Anton's babble turned to needy moans, body slumping against the wall. Wonbin stepped back slightly, eyes dark with lust.
"Kneel, puppy." His tone brooked no argument. Anton hesitated, sniffling, but the vulnerability in his eyes mixed with desire made him obey, sinking to his knees on the cold stone floor. His tall frame folded gracefully, pale skin flushed, cock standing rigid and leaking.
"Good boy," Wonbin praised, unbuckling his pants with deliberate slowness. He shoved them down, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined, already hard from the sight of his pretty prince.
"Remove them fully. Use your mouth if you have to." Trembling hands reached up, but Anton leaned in, teeth grazing the fabric to tug it lower, exposing Wonbin completely. The vampire kicked the pants aside, then fisted Anton's hair, guiding his face forward.
"Open for me, puppy. Show me how much you want this." Anton parted his lips, tongue darting out hesitantly. Wonbin didn't wait - he thrust forward, shoving his cock past those soft lips, straight into the wet heat of Anton's mouth. The prince gagged, eyes watering instantly as the thick length hit the back of his throat. Wonbin groaned, hips snapping as he fucked in deeper, using his grip on Anton's hair to control the pace.
"That's it, take it all," Wonbin rasped, watching Anton's teary eyes widen, cheeks hollowing as he struggled to accommodate the intrusion. Saliva dripped from the corners of Anton's mouth, his throat convulsing around the invading cock.
Wonbin thrust harder, the head bullying past the tight ring of muscle, deep-throating him relentlessly. Anton's hands clutched Wonbin's thighs, nails digging in, but he didn't pull away—his own dick throbbed untouched, arousal spiking from the rough treatment and the tears streaming down his face.
Wonbin’s gaze locked on those hollowed cheeks, the way Anton's lashes fluttered with each choke, tears carving paths over his flushed skin. It drove him wild, the dacryphilia igniting like fire in his veins—his pretty puppy, wrecked and crying around his cock.
"Look at you, so beautiful like this. My perfect little thing." He praised through gritted teeth, thrusts growing erratic. With a final, deep plunge, Wonbin came, flooding Anton's mouth with hot spurts of cum. Anton choked, throat working frantically to swallow, some spilling over his chin as he gasped for air. Wonbin held him there until the last pulse, then dragged him up by the hair, Anton's heels scraping the floor.
Pinning him back to the wall, Wonbin spread Anton's legs wide, hooking one long leg over his waist. Anton's cock bobbed, hard and desperate, pre-cum slicking the shaft. Wonbin smirked, fingers trailing down to tease the prince's rim, circling the puckered hole without entering. Anton moaned, hips grinding down, seeking more.
"Please..." Anton whined, tears fresh on his lashes. Wonbin chuckled darkly, pressing just the tip of a finger in, then withdrawing. "Not yet, puppy. You don't get to cum until I say." He left Anton blue-balled, the prince's cock aching, twitching untouched as Wonbin stepped away, sitting on the edge of the bed.
His shirt still clung to his muscled chest, but he was naked from the waist down, cock semi-hard and glistening. Anton whined, sliding down the wall, hand instinctively reaching for his dick.
"No. Get on your knees, puppy. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Jerk that pretty cock off for me. Show me how desperate you are." Blushing furiously, Anton crawled forward on his knees, the slight dominance in Wonbin's tone and calling his cock 'pretty'—making his cheeks burn.
He positioned himself between Wonbin's spread legs, facing him, and reached back. Two fingers pressed against his rim, slick with his own spit, pushing in slowly. He gasped, the stretch burning sweetly, while his other hand wrapped around his dick, stroking in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
Wonbin watched, transfixed, his cock hardening again as Anton obeyed so eagerly. The prince's face was a mess - tears, saliva, flushed skin - body arching as he scissored his fingers deeper, prostate grazing sending jolts through him. His strokes quickened, hips bucking, whines spilling from his lips.
"Wonbin... please, it feels so good, but I need you..."
"Keep going, my beautiful girl," Wonbin murmured, the pet name slipping out, making Anton shiver. He spanked Anton's thigh lightly, urging him on. Anton's fingers plunged faster, three now, curling inside himself, while his fist pumped his leaking cock.
His back arched, a cry tearing from his throat as he came, ropes of cum splattering his hand and stomach, body shuddering on his knees. Wonbin's cock was fully hard now, throbbing at the sight.
"On the bed, puppy. Lay on your back for me." Anton complied weakly, legs trembling as he climbed onto the silken sheets, sprawling out, pale body wrecked and glistening with sweat. Wonbin loomed over him, shedding his shirt to reveal his chiseled, scarred torso - marks of battles long past. He grabbed lube from a hidden drawer - always prepared for his prince - and slicked his cock, then positioned himself between Anton's thighs.
"Why did you run?" Wonbin asked, voice softening as he pressed the head of his cock against Anton's stretched hole, pushing in slowly. Anton moaned, legs wrapping around Wonbin's waist, the fullness overwhelming after his fingers.
"You... ah... you were distant," Anton gasped, nails raking Wonbin's back as the vampire bottomed out, thick length buried deep. "Smiling with that dark lord, not even looking at me. I thought... you didn't want a human prince anymore. Fragile, breakable. And the mate thing... you never marked me as yours in the underworld. I know the rules—you need someone strong, not me."
Wonbin thrust slowly at first, building a rhythm, each slide dragging against Anton's walls. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making Anton arch.
"Foolish puppy," he murmured against the skin, leaving a hickey's bloom. "That smile was politics, nothing more. I've been protecting you - humans in our world draw eyes, dangers. But I love you, Anton. More than my throne, my power. You're my mate, my equal. I was waiting... for you to be ready."
Anton cried out as Wonbin spanked his hip, thrusting deeper, the angle hitting his prostate. "Ready? I... oh god, Wonbin... I break without your touch in public. I need to know I'm yours!" Wonbin's hands roamed, worshipping every inch - tracing the soft curve of Anton's waist, the pale expanse of his chest, thumbs circling nipples before pinching them red.
"You are mine," he growled, kissing Anton fiercely, tongue mimicking his cock's thrusts. "My pretty, soft prince. So beautiful, taking me like this. I'll mark you now, everywhere." He bit down on Anton's shoulder, not breaking skin yet, sucking a deep hickey that would bruise purple. Anton whined, tears flowing anew - fueling Wonbin's possessiveness, his hips snapping harder. "I love you," Wonbin confessed between thrusts, voice raw.
"From the moment I saw you, vulnerable and strong. No one else - never. You're my second, my lover, my eternity."
"Wonbin... I love you too," Anton sobbed, body clenching around the pounding cock. "Please, make me yours." Wonbin's pace slowed then, turning tender, each thrust deep and loving, grinding against that spot until Anton keened. He worshipped with his mouth - kissing tear tracks, licking salty skin, nipping thighs before returning to fuck in languid strokes. Spanks turned to caresses, nipple play to soothing rubs.
"My perfect puppy," he praised, voice husky. "So good for me, so tight and wet inside. Cum with me, love." Anton nodded, lost in the emotion, the pleasure. Wonbin's teeth grazed his neck, then sank in - sharp fangs piercing pale flesh. Blood welled, sweet and warm, as Wonbin sucked deeply, his hips stuttering. The vampire's essence flooded Anton's veins through the bite, transformation beginning - a tingling heat spreading, turning the human prince immortal. Anton came first, untouched, walls milking Wonbin's cock as ecstasy ripped through him.
Wonbin followed, burying deep, cum pulsing hot inside, filling Anton to the brim. He licked the bite closed, sealing the mark, their mate bond igniting like fire. They collapsed together, Wonbin pulling out slowly, cum leaking from Anton's stretched hole. He gathered his new vampire in his arms, kissing softly. "Forever mine, puppy. I’ll talk to you later after you get some rest." Anton nuzzled close, peace settling. "Yours, always."