Bound by Blood

Bound by Blood Bound by Blood Amanda Steiger All rights reserved. Copyright ©2010 Amanda Steiger ISBN: 978-1-59596-860-9 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, EPub MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Maryam Salim Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland

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Bound by Blood Amanda Steiger For the sake of his village, Daniel is prepared to offer himself as a sacrifice to the blooddrinking Kin. The one thing he never expected to give was his heart. For centuries, the sacrificial offerings have kept the peace between humans and the immortal Kin who feed on their blood. Every few years, a young human is taken from the village and given to the Kin. When Daniel’s beloved sister is chosen, he offers himself in her place. Like most humans, Daniel has grown up believing the Kin to be heartless monsters. He never imagined that Vale -- the Kin lord appointed to train him -- would treat him with compassion… or that his touch would stir Daniel’s body and heart, would make him crave the very thing he’d always feared: the sweet, sharp burn of fangs in his neck.

Chapter One Daniel sat upright in the saddle, wrists bound, as his horse plodded forward. The coarse ropes chafed his skin, and fear twisted his guts into knots, but he kept his face calm and expressionless. He would hold onto his dignity, he promised himself, no matter what happened. It was all he had left. Moonlight silvered the leaves of the forest as the procession rode single file down the narrow path. A guard rode behind him, and another in front to keep him from running away. They needn’t have worried. He did not intend to escape. If he did, his sister would suffer in his place. He tried not to think of what awaited him at the end of the path. Instead, he thought of Sara safe and alive, baking bread with their mother, riding her favorite mare through the fields, picking wildflowers. The procession stopped in a large, round clearing. Daniel’s two escorts dismounted. They were both men from the village, men he knew. They wouldn’t look him in the eye. Tom -- the village baker -- looked around, the whites of his eyes flashing like those of a frightened horse. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “They’ll be here any minute,” he muttered. “Aye,” replied Ben, the other escort. He glanced over his shoulder at Daniel, looked down, shook his head, and dropped his voice to a whisper. “I tell you, Tom, I hate this arrangement. It ain’t right, offering our young men and women to these blood-suckers. Sometimes I think it was better in the old days, when we hunted --” “Shhh! You want them to hear you?” “They can’t hear us,” he said, irritation creeping into his voice. “They aren’t here yet.” “You don’t know that,” Tom shot back. “One of ’em could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know it unless he spoke.” He glared at Ben. “None of us like this arrangement, but it’s the only way. In the old days, people died. The offerings keep things peaceful. Keeps the blood-suckers from our village. As for the offerings… well, it’s the price we pay. It’s not like they kill them.” “No.” Ben lowered his voice even more, but Daniel could still make out the words. “But what they do to them is probably worse.” “Hush!” Daniel’s hands clenched, nails pressing into his palms. “It’s all right,” he said. Despite his efforts to keep his voice steady, it trembled. “I’m not afraid.” It was a lie, and they all knew it. Ben and Tom exchanged guilty glances. They waited. Daniel’s ears caught the thump of approaching hoof beats. He tensed.

At the edge of the clearing, a black horse emerged from the shadows. It was huge, muscular; its coat sleek and glossy. The rider wore dark, close-fitting trousers, which showed off his long, lean legs, and his black cloak billowed in the wind. Beneath it was a tight shirt of black leather, molded to the contours of his body. He was slender but hard, all sculpted muscle, his abdomen flat and trim. His skin was white, as if it had never seen sunlight… and he was stunningly, unnervingly beautiful, as beautiful as a woman, though it was impossible to mistake him for one. A breeze ruffled his short hair, which gleamed a pale silver, like moonlight on water. And his eyes… Daniel’s heartbeat quickened as he stared into those ruby eyes. He had never seen one of the Kin face to face. That pale face was as cold and expressionless as a statue’s. There was no trace of feeling in those blood-red eyes. They flicked over the two cowering escorts, then focused on Daniel. “Is this the offering?” The Kin lord’s voice was deep and full. It seemed to reverberate in the pit of Daniel’s stomach, in the marrow of his bones. Tom took a deep breath and straightened. “Yes, my lord.” “I was told that the offering this year would be a young woman.” Tom glanced at Daniel and cleared his throat. “Aye, that was the intent. But this young man -- Daniel -- volunteered to take the place of his sister.” Silver brows lifted. He looked at Daniel. “Is this true?” Daniel swallowed. “Yes.” His voice sounded very small. “How old are you, Daniel?” “Twenty.” For a long moment, the Kin lord stared at him. That ruby gaze held him immobile. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He felt as though those eyes could see straight into his head, as if they were examining every particle of his soul, weighing and measuring unseen qualities. At last, the man nodded. “Very well. Unbind his hands and let him dismount.” With shaking hands, Tom unbound Daniel’s wrists. Daniel dismounted. His heart knocked like a fist against his chest as he walked toward the huge, black horse and the silver-haired man. He looked over his shoulder, but Tom and Ben would not meet his gaze. “You two may go,” the silver-haired man said. “Take his horse with you. He won’t need it.” Still avoiding Daniel’s gaze, they turned their horses and walked them out of the clearing. Daniel’s mare followed. He took a deep breath and approached the Kin lord. Ruby eyes stared down at him. The man stretched out a hand. Daniel took it -- the skin was smooth as marble -- and the Kin lord pulled him onto the horse. Daniel gasped. There was no saddle. He gripped the horse with his thighs.

“Hold on to me,” said the Kin lord. Daniel hesitated, then placed his hands gingerly on the man’s shoulders. “Not like that.” There was a touch of gentle amusement in his voice. “Put your arms around my waist.” Daniel bit his lower lip. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around that dagger-slim waist. His chest pressed against the man’s hard back. The Kin lord gave his mount a light tap with his heels. The horse snorted, tossed its head, and began to walk. “My name is Vale, but you may address me as Master.” “Yes, Master,” Daniel said quietly. Vale looked over his shoulder. His crimson eyes reflected Daniel’s face. There were no discernable pupils, just two solid, ruby disks that seemed to burn with their own inner light. “You volunteered to take your sister’s place, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Why?” Daniel hesitated. “She’s younger than me by four years. She’s in love with a man whom she’s planning to marry one day. And my parents adore her. The whole village adores her. So do I. She’s always treated me with more kindness than anyone else. When she was chosen as the offering, everyone was devastated. I could not bear to think of her being taken away from all those who love her.” He remembered the moment of sinking dread as a village elder had read Sara’s name from the scrap of paper he’d drawn, blindfolded, from a wooden box. “And you? Will they not be devastated by your loss, as well?” Self-conscious, Daniel dropped his gaze. “I…” “Look at me.” Daniel looked up and met those cool, expressionless eyes. “No, Master, they won’t miss me much.” “Why do you say that?” He hesitated. Daniel knew he had always been a disappointment to his parents. He wasn’t strong or clever, nor skilled enough to follow in his father’s footsteps as a renowned hunter. He’d never married, as his mother had always wanted him to. He wasn’t especially good at anything. He was just clumsy, plain Daniel. Perhaps, in the end, this was the only thing he could do for his family and his village. And though he had never told anyone, he had a secret that would shame his family if it ever came to light. His flush grew hotter. There were rumors that the Kin could read minds. How much did Vale see when he looked into his eyes? Did he see that night, three years ago, in the barn? “Tell me,” Vale said, his voice oddly gentle, “why do you say they will not miss you?”

He shrugged. “I’m nothing special. That’s all. I hope I make a suitable offering. I know I am nothing like my sister, but --” “You are more than suitable. And you should not say you are nothing special.” Before Daniel could reply, Vale turned his gaze to the path ahead and gave the horse another tap with his heels. The horse broke into a trot. Daniel’s arms tightened around Vale’s waist. His body was hard as stone, and -- contrary to rumors about the Kin -- warm. Muscles shifted as he moved in rhythm with the horse’s gait. His scent -- an unexpected mixture of lavender and ocean air -- mingled with the musty whiff of leather and sweat. Daniel’s pulse quickened. A strange feeling washed over him. To his mortification, his cock tingled and stirred in his trousers. Heat flooded his cheeks. He tried to focus his thoughts on something else, but it was no use. His cock tightened and pressed against the small of Vale’s back, but if Vale felt it, he gave no indication. They rode in silence through the dark forest. Daniel could barely see, but Vale and his horse seemed to have no trouble. They rode until the first, soft light of dawn touched the horizon. The whole time, Daniel’s stomach was knotted with the fear that Vale would notice his erection and call attention to it. His face burned like a torch. At last, Vale slowed the horse to a walk, then pulled back on the reins to halt it. They had come to the edge of the forest. Before them, the mountains loomed. Forested foothills gave way to naked gray rock that soared up and up to peaks cloaked in thick, white mist. Vale dismounted. He offered a hand to Daniel and helped him down, then turned to face the horse. He rubbed the beast’s strong, muscular neck, then slipped off the simple leather bridle. “We will have to go on foot from here,” he said. “The trails are too narrow for riding.” He stared into the horse’s dark eyes and gave its sweat-damp side a light swat. The horse turned and galloped off into the forest, mane and tail streaming like black banners. Vale must have seen the surprise in Daniel’s eyes. He smiled. “She will return when I call. We do not stable or pen our horses.” He pulled something from his cloak. It was a collar, made from tiny, delicate silver links. At the sight of it, his stomach tightened, as if a steel wire had cinched tight around his middle. Vale took a step closer. Daniel stepped back and covered his throat with his hands. “No.” “Hold still. It won’t hurt.” “Why do you have to put that on me? You know I’m not going to run away.” “It is a necessity,” he replied. His voice still held that odd gentleness. “This collar will be part of your training. All the offerings must wear one.”

“I don’t want it.” He kept his hands over his throat, breathing hard. “I’m not a dog. I’m a person. Isn’t it enough that I’m submitting to this? Why do you have to take away all my dignity? Is it just to humiliate me?” Tears stung his eyes. “Please. If I swear not to run away, can’t I go without it?” Vale hesitated. Daniel stared into his eyes and saw something there he hadn’t expected: sadness. “Wearing a collar is something you must get used to, I’m afraid. But it need not be demeaning.” “It is demeaning. You won’t pen or cage animals, but you’ll collar people? What sort of sense does that make?” “I cannot budge on this, Daniel. This rule is strictly enforced by the Council. Do not make it more difficult than it has to be.” Daniel took a deep breath and forced himself to remain still. Sara, this is for Sara. Vale slipped the collar around Daniel’s neck and tightened it. The chain was snug, but not uncomfortable. A strange, warm, tingling feeling spread over Daniel’s skin. He gasped. He had never felt anything like it before, but he knew immediately what it was. Magic. He tried to yank the collar off, but the thin chain was stronger than it looked. The harder he pulled, the more it tightened. He loosened his grip, and the collar relaxed. “What is this thing? What is it doing to me?” Panic crept into his voice. Vale stared into his eyes. “As long as you wear this collar, I will be able to feel your emotions and hear your thoughts.” “No!” Daniel cried out before he could stop himself. He yanked harder at the collar. “If I’m going to be a slave, my mind is the only thing I have left that’s my own. Don’t take it away from me. I don’t want anyone inside my head!” His breathing grew heavy and ragged. “Daniel, please. Calm down.” Warm, gentle hands settled on his shoulders. Daniel pulled away. In a flash of blind panic, he turned to bolt into the forest, but suddenly, he found he couldn’t move. His muscles had locked in place. A terrible sinking sensation filled his middle, as if a void had opened up inside him. The full scope of what he had done, what he had committed to, crashed down on him, and his throat tightened. A sob wrenched itself from his throat, and a tear slid down his cheek. “I know,” Vale said quietly. “I know you’re suffering. I know you’re frightened. Your world has been taken away from you, and not even the space inside your mind is yours anymore. I am sorry for your pain. I truly am.” “Then why are you doing it? Why?” “Because I have no choice.” “I don’t understand,” he whispered.

“If not me, it would be someone else doing this to you. Someone indifferent to your suffering, or even someone who relished it. Had I refused to come for you, it would not change the situation between my people and yours. I wish to make this as easy as possible for you. But if you resist, I will be forced to use harsher methods.” Daniel stared into space. A dull ache filled his chest. He tried not to think or feel anything, tried to make his mind empty. “Do whatever you want. I’ve lost everything. It doesn’t matter what happens to me now.” Warm arms enfolded him and pulled him close. Daniel’s breath caught in his throat. Gentle fingers smoothed his hair and rubbed the nape of his neck. Slowly, involuntarily, he found himself relaxing into Vale’s embrace. He realized he could move again. “Cry if you wish,” Vale whispered into his ear. Daniel started to rest his head against Vale’s shoulder, then realized what he was doing. This was the enemy. “I don’t want your comfort,” he said through gritted teeth. He pulled away and stood with his fists clenched at his sides. His chest hitched. He bowed his head to hide the tears welling in his eyes. “I don’t want your touch.” It was a lie. He wanted someone to hold him right now, even if it was one of the Kin. Even if it was the person causing his pain. But his pride wouldn’t let him. For a long moment, Vale was silent. A breeze stirred his silvery hair as he stood, looking at Daniel with gentle eyes. The kindness there hurt him more than any cruelty could have. Vale seemed to be holding him in those eyes, as if he saw and understood everything Daniel felt. “If it eases your pain to hate me, then hate me,” he said. “You have a right. But do not force yourself. No one is watching or judging you. Will you not let yourself be comforted just a little?” Tears welled in his eyes. He could feel his defenses crumbling. He fell into Vale’s embrace, hid his face against Vale’s chest, and cried in thick, muffled sobs. Those slender fingers slid through his hair, the touch calming him. “Why?” he asked, his voice choked with tears. “Why are you being kind to me?” “Through this collar, we are linked. Your pain is mine. I feel it as keenly as you do. If I can do anything to soothe that pain, I will.” Those strong arms tightened around him. “You have been hurting for a long time, haven’t you?” He tensed. Slowly, he nodded without looking up. “You have hidden your true self, your true desires, fearing that your family and fellow villagers could not accept it. You are probably right. They wouldn’t accept it. But you have no cause for shame. Do you understand? You are as you are.” “You don’t think I’m filthy?” he whispered.

“No.” He tucked a folded finger beneath Daniel’s chin, lifted it, and looked into his eyes. “You’re as clean as morning rain.” He smiled. Daniel stared, transfixed, into those ruby eyes. He had been prepared for any horror, any form of cruelty. He’d been prepared for anything except this. Vale smoothed a few strands of hair from Daniel’s face. He released him, turned, and began to walk. Daniel followed.

Chapter Two Vale strode down the trail. Through the collar, he could feel the conflicted emotions brewing in Daniel’s heart: a stew of fear, confusion, and hope. As they walked, he sent a slender tendril of magic into Daniel’s memory and probed lightly, searching, sifting through a sea of images, sounds, and feelings. There. He located a memory and pulled it to the surface to examine it more closely. A barn. Dark. The sweet, musty smell of straw. The floor is hard beneath his back. Big hands, warm hands, move gently over his body. They slide beneath his shirt, thumbs brushing over his tiny, pebble-hard nipples. Stubble scrapes his cheek and hot breath caresses his neck. One hand slides lower to cup the hard bulge in his pants, and a wave of faintness washes over him. Pleasure, dizziness, ecstasy… but there is shame too, a hot, bitter taste in his throat. He knows it is wrong. The temple priests and village elders have said so. To share his body with another male is a crime worse than adultery, worse than theft, and if his parents ever learn his secret, they will be disgraced. Long, strong fingers unbutton his trousers and slide inside to curl around his rigid, aching cock. Vale pulled out of the memory and moved forward, skimming through the events that followed. The experience in the barn had been with another village boy his own age. Afterward, he had refused to speak to Daniel or even look him in the eye, and when Daniel finally confronted him and demanded an explanation for his behavior, the boy had exploded, calling him ugly names and making wild accusations of witchcraft and seduction spells. His reaction had confused and hurt Daniel deeply, cementing his deep-seated fears that his desires were something unnatural and shameful. He hadn’t understood that it was the boy’s own confusion and self-hatred that made him lash out. That bit of pleasure, stolen in darkness and silence, had been his only sexual experience. He had never spoken about it with anyone, and to this day, he still lived in fear that his family would discover what had happened. He was afraid, not for himself, but for the shame it would bring upon them. Vale glanced over his shoulder at Daniel, who walked with his shoulders tense, his gaze averted. He was of medium height, with long, coltish limbs, slender and fine-boned, though he thought of himself as scrawny and gangly. Wind stirred his dark, shaggy hair. His skin was a delicate shade of almond, his lips a shade between pink and beige, the lower lip full and gently rounded. His eyes were a pale brown, almost gold in the sunlight, like the eyes of a fox or a hawk, and his dark lashes were long and lush. Daniel hated those lashes; Vale had

glimpsed that fact in his mind. He thought they made him look like a girl, and had been teased mercilessly about them as a child. Vale thought they were beautiful. The trail wound its way between the foothills and up the mountain’s slope. It became a stairway sculpted from the rock itself, carved long ago by magic. “How much do you know about the Kin?” asked Vale, looking over his shoulder. Daniel’s even, white teeth pressed into his lower lip. “I know that the Kin have always lived here in the mountains, and that they’re immortal. I know that humans and Kin were at war before the tradition of the offerings began. And I know they… drink human blood. But before you, I have never seen one in the flesh.” He paused. “What’s going to happen to me?” “I will take you to my home and train you in the ways of a shael.” Daniel blinked. His brow furrowed. “A what?” “A shael is a very special servant. In the old days, before the Kin and humankind became enemies, it was a respected position.” The furrow in his brow deepened. “The Kin and humans have always been enemies. Before the offerings started, Kin hunted humans for food, and humans hunted Kin in order to stop them from taking more human lives. Eventually, everyone realized that if this kept up, we’d all be killed. So they made a compromise.” “That’s what they told you, but it’s only part of the story. The Kin and humans have not always been enemies. We have not always been isolated from each other, either. Once, our two peoples lived together, before a group of human priests decided we were demons. But that is a story for another time. For now, I think, we should concentrate on reaching my home as soon as possible. You have been riding for a long time, and it’s been too long since you’ve eaten or slept.” Vale brushed a lock of hair from Daniel’s brow. “I will explain everything, in time. But know this. This is not the death sentence your people have made it out to be. True, it is not the way things are meant to happen. Our ancestors would not have approved of taking humans against their will. But neither do we chain our humans in dark cells and drain them dry, as the rumors claim.” “Then what do you do?” “You’ll see soon enough.” He raised his gaze and stared ahead. “We are nearing the entrance.” Ahead, the natural staircase ended in a flat shelf of rock jutting from the mountainside. Daniel looked around. “I don’t see an entrance.” “Watch.” Vale placed a hand on the mountainside. The stone shimmered and rippled like cloth in the wind, then vanished, leaving a tall, arched doorway. “Magic,” Daniel whispered.

Vale smiled at the wonder in Daniel’s voice. When they stepped through, Daniel’s jaw dropped. Before them lay a valley carpeted in pines. A small lake, like a bright jewel, reflected the golden-pink light of the morning sky. A stone mansion rose up from the trees. It was so large and stately, it resembled a castle, with its towers and peaked roofs. “My home,” said Vale. “It’s incredible,” Daniel whispered. He led Daniel down another stone stairway, into the valley. They followed a path through the pine forest, to the towering doors of the mansion. The doors were of sturdy oak, weathered and gray with time. Near the top, Vale’s symbol -- a crescent moon -- had been carved. Vale held up a hand. The same symbol marked his palm, red against his white skin. He spoke a few words in the old tongue. The symbol on his hand glowed crimson. The symbol on the door glowed too, and hinges creaked as the doors swung inward. Through their mental link, he felt Daniel’s astonishment. Vale strode through the open doors, into the vast entrance hall. It was empty, and the hearth at the far end was dark. Vale waved a hand, and a fire sprang to life in the hearth. Flames burst from the torches lining the walls. Daniel gave a start. A rich, red carpet ran down the center of the hallway. Tapestries of forests and countrysides decorated the walls. Vale led him to the end of the hall, up a flight of wide, stone steps. “Do you live here all alone?” asked Daniel. His voice echoed in the silence. Vale nodded. “We Kin are solitary creatures. We assemble when we need to reach an agreement or make a decision, but for the most part, we prefer our own company. Of course, in the old days, a Kin lord was never alone. He always had his shael with him.” “You keep using that word. What does it mean? You said it’s a special servant, but what will my purpose here be?” “I will explain everything after you’ve had a chance to rest.” “Are you going to feed on my blood?” Vale turned and stared into Daniel’s eyes. Hot anger radiated from those eyes, but it was only a mask for the cold fear beneath. “Yes,” he said calmly, “I will feed off of you. But it does not have to be a degrading experience. To give one’s blood, one’s life, is a beautiful, selfless act. But blood-giving is only a tiny fraction of what being a shael means. I know you have been raised to believe that being taken by the Kin is a horrible fate. I will not lie to you. There are certain hardships involved. But there will be joys, as well.” Disbelief radiated from Daniel’s mind. His golden eyes searched Vale’s face.

“I know it is difficult for you to believe now, but I promise, there will be joys beyond your imagining. I will be your teacher, your guide. I will show you what is expected of you. But for now, you need a bath, food, and rest. I can feel your exhaustion.” They reached the top of the stairs. Vale led him down a narrow hall. The torches sprang to life as they passed, then faded behind them. They came to a doorway, and Vale led him through, into a large room. He waved a hand, and three torches blazed, filling the room with light. Unlike the stone entrance hall, this room was made entirely of creamy marble, swirled with pink veins. In the center of the floor lay a deep, sunken tub with silver fixtures on either end. On the back wall stood a marble counter piled with fluffy, white towels. A crystal bowl of rose petals lent a sweet fragrance to the air. Vale crouched by the tub and touched one of the spouts, and hot water gushed out. Daniel watched, a touch of curiosity in his expression. He dipped his fingers into the steaming liquid. “Where does the water come from?” “A hot spring beneath the mansion,” said Vale. He straightened. “Take off your clothes.” Daniel blinked. Spots of red bloomed in his cheeks. “Right now? In front of you?” “Of course. Until you’re fully trained, we will remain close together at all times. I’ll make an exception if you need to go to the privy, but aside from that, you will spend every moment of the day by my side.” Daniel’s eyes widened. “But…” He glanced at the tub, then back at Vale, his face flushed. He lowered his eyes. “I don’t want to undress,” he murmured. Vale touched his chin, lifted his face, and looked into his eyes. “Then I will undress you myself.” He unbuttoned Daniel’s shirt, baring his chest. His small, dark nipples were pebblehard in the cool air. Daniel swallowed hard, his gaze downcast. He trembled. “What are you afraid of?” Vale kept his voice very soft, very gentle. “Is showing your body to someone else really so painful?” “It’s… embarrassing.” “There is a spring in the forest where the young men of your village take communal baths. I know this. You should be accustomed to undressing in front of others.” “I never went. I always bathed alone.” “Why?” “I didn’t want them to see…” He trailed off, and his breathing quickened. “You were afraid you would become aroused, and they would know your secret. Is that it?” Daniel looked up, his eyes huge. Vale cupped his chin in one palm. “You have no cause to be embarrassed. I already know.” He unbuttoned Daniel’s shirt all the way and let it slip to the floor. He admired the soft,

honey-almond tone of his skin, ran his hands over Daniel’s shoulders and chest. His thumbs grazed the tiny, hard nipples, and Daniel’s breath caught in his throat. Vale lay a hand over Daniel’s heart and felt it thumping under his palm. “Your heart is racing.” He stared into Daniel’s wide eyes. “Is it fear? Or something else?” His hands slid over Daniel’s shoulders, down his back, to rest on either side of his small waist. Daniel trembled against him. “What are you doing?” he whispered breathlessly. Vale’s lips brushed the pulse in his throat, just above his collar. It fluttered like a trapped bird. “One thing you should understand about the relationship between master and shael,” said Vale. His thumb touched Daniel’s full lower lip and traced its curve. It was soft, smooth, like hot silk. “It is a very, very intimate relationship.” He heard the click in Daniel’s throat as he swallowed. “You mean…” “You must grow accustomed to having another man touch your body. But you must also get used to having someone else inside your mind. Your master will know all your thoughts. It can be a difficult thing to get used to, that lack of privacy, but if you have a good master, it can be a wonderful thing, an irreplaceable bond.” His hands moved lower and undid Daniel’s belt. Daniel’s trousers slipped to the floor, and he gasped. Vale looked down. Daniel’s cock was rigid, fully engorged. A bead of glistening precum clung to the slit at its tip. He tried to cover his erection with his hands, but Vale gently grasped his wrists and held his arms at his side. “You have no need to hide yourself from me,” he said firmly. “Do not feel shame.” “I-I’m not used to this,” he murmured. His cheeks blazed a bright red. “I know. But I want you to understand that your body is not something you need to cover up. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” At those words, Daniel’s breath hitched softly. He raised wide eyes to Vale, who smiled. “Now, into the tub.” Daniel stepped into the marble tub and slowly lowered himself into the steaming water. Vale crouched beside the tub and touched Daniel’s shoulder. “There,” he said. “That isn’t so bad, is it?” “It feels good.” Daniel hugged his knees to his chest. He looked up, and Vale took the opportunity to study his beautiful eyes more closely. In the dim light, their color was closer to brown than gold, a warm, rich honey hue. His long, curved lashes framed them perfectly. He truly was beautiful -- not just his body, but his spirit as well. He had offered himself to save his sister, despite his fear. Such nobility was rare among both humans and Kin. Looking into his heart, Vale saw a hunger for love, for acceptance. He had grown up among people who sensed his differentness and shunned him for it. He needed to be loved. Under the right master, he would be passionately devoted and eager to please. Vale wished desperately that he could keep this lovely, gentle, courageous boy for himself… but he knew he couldn’t. The

Council would give him to whoever was next in line. Vale’s task was to train him, nothing more. He smoothed Daniel’s wild, dark hair from his face, took a bar of rose-scented soap and a sponge from the counter, knelt by the tub, and began to wash that smooth, honey-almond skin. Daniel’s long lashes swept down, veiling his eyes, and his cheeks flushed again. “I can wash myself,” he murmured. “I know. But I want you to get used to being touched.” “Like gentling a wild animal?” “If you want to put it that way.” He rubbed the sponge over Daniel’s chest. His finger circled one hard, soap-slippery nipple. A tiny moan rose up from Daniel’s throat. Vale gave his nipple a little squeeze. “Hold your breath.” He slid his fingers into Daniel’s hair and dunked his head under the water. He emerged dripping, his hair plastered to his head. Vale rubbed lather into his scalp, worked it into his thick hair, then dunked his head again to rinse it out. “Stand up.” Daniel stood. Goosebumps rose on his wet skin. His cock was still stiff. Vale lathered his hands and wrapped his fingers around Daniel’s cock. Daniel gasped. “Wh-what are you doing?” “I have to clean you down here too.” He spread the lather over Daniel’s hard, smooth cock, then rubbed it over the surface of his balls. He worked the lather into the crevice of that small, round, firm ass. One finger brushed over the tiny, puckered hole hidden between those smooth cheeks, and he felt the ring of muscle contract. Not yet, he thought. He pushed down on Daniel’s shoulders until he sank back into the water. Once all the suds had been rinsed from that smooth, slender, toned body, Vale pulled the plug and let the water drain. He wrapped Daniel’s flushed, damp body in a towel and gently rubbed him dry. He brushed the towel lightly over Daniel’s erection and heard his soft intake of breath. Vale let the towel drop to the floor. His hand slipped between his slim, smooth thighs, and his fingertips slid over the surface of Daniel’s full sac. He took one of his balls between a thumb and forefinger and carefully squeezed it, as if testing a piece of fruit for ripeness. He gave the other the same treatment, applying the gentlest of pressure. A small whimper escaped Daniel’s throat. His eyes were closed, his breathing ragged. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him so intimately, and Vale could feel the mingled fear and arousal coiling low in his belly and buzzing in his head, making him dizzy. With one finger, he traced a vein on the underside of Daniel’s cock. “I’ll take care of this soon,” he said. “But first, we should go into the bedroom. It would be more comfortable, don’t you think?”

Daniel gulped. “Master…” The sight of those full, soft lips framing that word sent a jolt of lust through Vale. He leaned closer, staring into Daniel’s eyes, and pressed a kiss to that warm mouth. Daniel made a tiny, startled sound. He tensed, fear warring with his desperate hunger for touch. For a moment, Vale thought he would pull away… then he relaxed into the kiss, eyes slipping shut. Vale sucked his full lower lip and slid his tongue into the hot, silky cavern of Daniel’s mouth. He explored it thoroughly, kissed him until he was panting for breath. When he finally pulled back, Daniel was flushed, his eyes half-lidded and dilated. His lips were parted, swollen, and wet with kisses. “Have you ever been kissed before?” Vale asked. “No. I mean… not like that,” he murmured. He touched his lips, his eyes dazed. He looked almost drunk. A small, pink tongue crept out and licked his lips. “It felt good.” The admission emerged as a soft, breathless whisper, almost inaudible. “There’s much more to come. Follow me.” Vale turned and left the room. Naked, Daniel followed him down the hall. His cock jutted straight out from his body, bobbing up and down slightly as he walked. He crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed them. Goosebumps rippled his skin. “Um… Master… can I have something to wear? I’m cold.” “We’ll be in the bedroom soon. And then, I promise, you will be very warm.” He knew that the cold was only part of it -- that Daniel was uncomfortable with being naked. If they’d had more time together, Vale would have taken things more slowly, letting him get used to nakedness and intimacy little by little. But the Council would expect him to have Daniel ready within a few weeks, if not sooner. Best to do it all at once, like jumping into cold water; after the initial shock, he would adjust quickly. Vale led him up a short spiral staircase, to an oaken door, carved with the crescent moon that was Vale’s crest. He opened the door. The bedroom was done in red; red silk sheets and red velvet pillows decorated the fourposter, canopied bed. A mahogany dresser stood at one end. A thick, red rug lay on the floor. Vale took Daniel’s hand and led him to the bedside. “Lie down.” Daniel obeyed. The sight of his honey-colored body against the vivid red sheets sent a rush of heat to Vale’s cock. It tingled and stiffened, straining against his trousers. Vale took a small glass vial from the dresser. Daniel watched him, eyes wide, as he pulled out the stopper and poured a clear scented oil into the palm of his hand. “What are you going to do?” Daniel asked, breathless. His fingers clutched the silk sheets, kneading them. “I’m going to give you pleasure,” said Vale, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Just relax.” He spread the oil over Daniel’s stiff cock. Long lashes fluttered, and a tiny moan rose up from his throat. He clutched the sheets tighter.

Vale’s long, slender fingers stroked up and down the length of Daniel’s cock. He listened to Daniel’s breathing grow heavier, watched his balls swell, growing full and tight. His free hand curled around Daniel’s wrist and brought it to his mouth, and he kissed his fingertips, one by one. His hands were calloused from a lifetime of farm work, the knuckles and palms roughened and marked with tiny scars, but the fingers were long and elegant. He wrapped his lips around one and sucked it, and Daniel rewarded him with a little moan, his toes curling. Vale kissed his knuckles, his palm, his soft inner wrist, where the blood beat fast and hot, close to the surface. He wanted to bite, to suck that sweet, life-giving liquid, but he restrained himself. He released Daniel’s hand and reached between his thighs to press a finger against the sensitive spot between his balls and asshole. Daniel’s body jerked, and his eyes flew open. “Oh,” he breathed out. Vale looked into those eyes as his finger moved farther back, finding Daniel’s puckered opening. His breathing sped, and his rim tightened. “Relax,” Vale urged, holding his gaze. “I’m just going to put one finger inside you for now, all right?” Daniel bit his lower lip and nodded. Slowly, so slowly, his oil-slicked finger slid into that tight hole. Daniel’s eyes opened even wider as Vale pushed his forefinger deep into the hot, velvet sheath of his ass. He continued to pump Daniel’s cock as his finger found the smooth gland deep in Daniel’s body and rubbed against it. Daniel’s eyes rolled back. His hips bucked, and he let out a strangled cry as cum spurted from the tip of his cock. He went limp, panting, his brow damp with sweat. Vale slid his finger out of Daniel’s body and wiped his hands on a cloth. Daniel’s eyes were closed. Now they opened slowly. “That felt good.” His voice was soft, breathless. His gaze moved down to the bulge in Vale’s trousers, then back up to his face. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “This, too, is part of your training,” Vale said quietly. And he began to unbutton his pants.

Chapter Three Daniel watched, mouth dry, as Vale undid the last button of his trousers. His cock emerged. It was long and sleek, crowned by a bulbous, purplish head. A bead of clear fluid glistened on the slit at its tip. Daniel hadn’t known what to expect. He’d heard whispered rumors about the Kin’s organs -- that they were covered in fur, that they were barbed, that they were so large as to be grotesque -- but Vale’s cock looked much like a human man’s. Daniel’s gaze traced the prominent vein on its underside and lingered on the full, silvery-haired balls beneath it. His tongue crept out to wet dry lips. Vale took a step toward him. He poured more of the clear oil onto his fingers and spread it over his own cock. Then his fingers slipped between the firm cheeks of Daniel’s ass. Two fingers delved inside him and spread open in a scissoring motion. Daniel winced at the small, sharp twinge. He bit his tongue to keep from crying out as Vale continued to carefully stretch his hole. It was different from last time. Before, Vale’s touch had brought only pleasure. There was still pleasure, but now it was accompanied by a dull ache as those fingers opened him wider and wider, loosening his tight walls. Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes. “Easy,” Vale murmured and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’m not ready for this,” Daniel said, fear creeping into his voice. Vale froze, his red eyes searching Daniel’s. Warm fingertips touched his cheek. “I will go slowly,” he promised. His fingertips trailed down to Daniel’s lips and rested against them. “There may be some discomfort at first, but I will do everything I can to make it pleasurable for you.” With his thumb, he brushed moisture from the corner of Daniel’s eye. “It’s just… I barely know you.” “But I know you.” He trailed a finger over the silver collar. “Through this, I see your heart. I feel all that you feel.” Daniel swallowed. He’d chosen this, he reminded himself. This was necessary for the sake of his village, for his family. Of course, this wasn’t at all what he’d expected to happen. What he had expected was to be chained and penned like an animal, to be milked for his blood like a dairy cow and fed only enough to keep him alive, to spend the rest of his days in a small dark enclosure, looking forward to the release of death. He’d heard rumors that some of the Kin also raped their human livestock, but he’d expected that -- if it happened -- it would be fast and rough, just one more violation in a world of pain and horror. Of all the scenarios he’d envisioned, none of them had been remotely like this. He had not been prepared for soft words, for gentle touches, for kisses. He had not expected to be tenderly washed and given a warm bed with silk sheets. In

a way, it was more frightening than the prospect of being treated as an animal. He’d thought the Kin would only do things to his body while ignoring his mind and heart… but Vale was inside his mind, making him feel things, touching the deepest parts of his being. He’d broken down Daniel’s defenses by offering him the one thing he’d always craved: touch. Affection. Vale had the power to hurt far more than his body. He could shatter Daniel completely, if he wanted. “Just because I can hurt you doesn’t mean I will,” he said. Daniel closed his eyes, as if that would somehow keep Vale from seeing his thoughts. But there seemed to be no point in resisting. Vale was already inside his heart, just as his fingers were inside his body. He would soon claim him in the most intimate way possible… and the most terrifying thing was that he no longer even wanted to resist. “Don’t think.” Vale placed a soft kiss on his left eyelid. “Just let yourself feel.” Vale kissed his mouth. His lips tingled, softening and parting under the warm, gentle pressure. The tip of a hot tongue touched his lips, traced them, then slipped between them to explore his mouth. Sharp fangs caught at his lower lip, and a small moan escaped his throat. Vale kissed him slowly, thoroughly, until his lips were swollen and sensitive and his cock ached with need. Vale’s hand slid down, over his thigh, to curl around the pulsing column of flesh. A tremor ran through his body as those fingers glided up and down his length. Vale trailed kisses down his neck, over his chest, and paused over one stiff nipple. His tongue traced a circle around it, then lapped at the swollen bud. Daniel gasped at the shock of heat and wetness. Vale’s mouth latched over the nipple and sucked, and his body arched off the bed, fingers digging into the sheets. Vale moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, first licking, then sucking. Vale moved back and forth between them, his hot, skilled mouth working at Daniel’s sensitized nipples until he was moaning and writhing on the bed. All the while, the fingers of his other hand remained buried inside his body, stretching and preparing his passage, pausing occasionally to massage that little spot inside him. At last, Vale withdrew his fingers. He knelt on the bed and gripped Daniel’s thighs, spreading them wider. “I’m going to enter you now,” he said. “Just relax and keep looking into my eyes.” The head of his cock pressed against the oil-slicked ring of muscle and slid slowly into him. Then he stopped, the first inch of his cock sheathed in Daniel’s body. Those ruby eyes remained locked with his. The pressure was uncomfortable, but there was no true pain. Daniel’s engorged organ pulsed, and his full, tight balls tingled. “Are you ready for more?” Vale asked. “Yes.”

Vale pushed forward. His oiled shaft slid smoothly in through the tight ring of muscle, stretching hot walls of flesh. “Oh,” Daniel whispered, eyes wide. Vale began to move within him, hips rocking against his ass. Each push struck that sensitive spot, sending a ripple of heat and pleasure through his body. Vale’s firm, warm hands remained on his hips, keeping them hoisted off the bed as he thrust into Daniel’s ass. Daniel panted, fingers digging into the sheets as Vale fucked him gently and deeply. The thrusts quickened, pushing Daniel further and further toward the edge, until one final thrust sent him over. His eyes closed, and stars burst in the darkness behind his lids as he cried out. Cum splashed across his stomach and dripped down to the bed. He spiraled down from the heights of pleasure, dizzy and buoyant. He seemed to be floating in a warm haze. His thoughts were soft and fuzzy. He was aware that Vale’s cock was still moving inside him. Then Vale stiffened, and his eyes lost focus. His hips twitched forward, and a soft grunt escaped his throat as his hot cum filled Daniel’s ass. Slowly, he pulled out. Daniel lay sweat-damp and panting on the bed. Slender fingers smoothed his hair from his eyes as Vale stretched out beside him. With a cloth, he wiped Daniel’s stomach clean. Then, leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to his parted lips. He could feel Vale’s cum inside him, warm and slippery. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. “Thank you,” Daniel whispered. He touched the back of Vale’s hand gently. “Thank you for making it feel good.” “You needn’t thank me.” Vale stroked his hair. “You’re a beautiful young man. Being the first to enter you was an honor.” Daniel looked into his eyes. “When I offered myself, I was scared. I never imagined… if I had known that it would be like this…” He trailed off. “I’m glad that it was you,” he said at last. “I’m glad that you’re my master.” Vale averted his gaze. “I am. For now.” A chill raced up Daniel’s spine, and his stomach tightened. “What do you mean, ‘for now’?” “My job is to prepare you for your true master.” As those words sank in, a void of dread opened in his stomach. “But I thought that you…” Vale shook his head, a tiny, sad smile on his lips. “I am a trainer. I prepare the offerings for their masters, so that the lords and ladies of the Kin will not have to spend time breaking them in. I don’t have the status for a shael of my own.” Daniel swallowed, his mouth dry. “Then who will my master be?” “Even I do not know that yet. Once your training is complete, you will be given to him -- or her, though in your case it will probably be a man -- and then you will be bonded to him.”

“Bonded?” “A linking of minds and souls. It’s similar to the link that this collar creates between us.” He hooked a finger around the silver chain. “But it’s permanent.” Daniel’s eyes widened. “It’s not strictly one-way, either,” Vale continued. “Your master will be able to sense your thoughts and emotions, but you’ll also be able to sense his. A master and shael are one mind, one heart.” “How does it happen? The bond. Is it like a magic spell, or --” “There is an exchange of blood.” Vale trailed his finger down Daniel’s pale throat, over his collarbone. “Then the ritual words are spoken in the ancient language of our people. You must speak the words as well. It will be a binding promise between you and your new master.” “What if I don’t want a new master? What if I want to stay with you?” Vale tensed, and his breath caught in his throat. He averted his gaze. “It would not be allowed.” “But why?” After a long pause, he answered. “In another time, the Kin and their human companions chose each other freely. But things are different now. There is too much animosity between our peoples. If we do not want to risk open war, we must feed only on those humans who are chosen as offerings, and there are not enough of them to go around. The Council arranges matches between humans and Kin to keep things fair.” “That doesn’t seem fair to me. Does the Council just ignore what the human wants? How is that right?” “It isn’t,” Vale said. “But there’s nothing I can do to change it. The Council is too powerful.” “What would happen if you refused them?” “If I rebelled against our traditions, they would kill me, and it would change nothing. Another would take my place as the trainer. Probably Tanir, who has a taste for cruelty. If there was anything to be done about this situation, I would do it. But there is nothing.” Daniel’s breathing quickened. Panic fluttered in his chest. “Don’t worry about the future right now. Just rest.” He smoothed Daniel’s hair. “How can you tell me not to worry about it? I’m going to be given to some stranger -someone who I might not even like -- and expected to serve him for the rest of my life.” “The Council will find someone who’s right for you.” “No. I can’t -- I won’t --” “Rest.” Vale laid a hand against his brow. A wave of fatigue washed over Daniel, weighing his eyelids shut. His body suddenly felt like stone. He tried to fight it, but he was already worn

out, both physically and emotionally. His breathing slowed and evened as sleep claimed him. *** Vale sat at the edge of the bed, watching Daniel sleep. Guilt pierced him, like a thorn buried in the soft tissues of his heart. Training the offerings always hurt -- partly because he knew he’d have to let them go at some point, but mostly because he knew the majority of them would not receive the same tenderness from their masters and mistresses. These days, the Kin looked down upon humans. At best, they were viewed as foolish children who needed discipline, at worst, as animals. While the shael had once been companions and equals, now they were pets -- coddled, neglected or mistreated according to the temperament of their owners. Both humans and Kin had forgotten how it had once been. Vale caressed Daniel’s face. He wished he could keep him forever. As it stood, all he could do was give him a taste of pleasure and love before handing him over to another. “Forgive me,” he whispered.

Chapter Four When Daniel woke, his first feeling was confusion. He knew at once that he wasn’t in his own bed. His bed was not so large, or so soft. He opened his eyes and looked around at the lavish room, so different from his own small bedroom in the simple, wood-walled cottage he shared with his family. Then the memories crashed in, and he sat up. Vale was nowhere in sight. He touched his throat. The collar was still there, and attached to it was a leash of delicate silver chain-links. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the other end of the leash looped around the bedpost. His heartbeat quickened. Why had Vale left him here, unattended? Was this some sort of test, to see if he’d try and escape? He wet his lips. His eyes darted to the door. It was shut, but there was no way of knowing whether it was locked. A little voice in his mind asked him if he really wanted to escape, if there was any point. Where would he go? Back to the village, where he was an unwanted misfit with a dark secret? Aside from his sister, Vale was the only person who’d ever treated him with tenderness -- who’d made him feel like someone. But he wouldn’t be allowed to stay with Vale, he reminded himself. At some point he’d be handed over to a stranger. Even if escape was pointless, he had to try. Daniel grabbed the collar in both hands and tried to pull it off his throat. It tightened, resisting him. The harder he pulled, the more it constricted, trapping his fingers against his throat. It was getting harder to draw a breath. Spots danced in front of his eyes. He stopped pulling, and the collar immediately loosened. He lay on his side panting for a minute, then turned to the end of the leash. It had been wrapped several times around the wooden bedpost. He studied it but couldn’t figure out how it had been secured. He tugged at the leash, and once again, the collar constricted tight around his neck, cutting off his air supply. He went limp, gasping, and the collar loosened. Daniel sighed and curled up on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest. Of course, he thought. Vale would not have been careless enough to leave him here if there was any chance of escape. Not that it really mattered. Once someone was handed over to the Kin as an offering, he was -- in the eyes of the village -- a dead man. He could never return home. A wave of crushing loneliness washed over him, and he hugged himself tighter. The door opened, and he tensed. Vale entered, carrying a covered tray. “Are you all right?” he asked. “I feel your sadness.” Daniel looked away. The concern in Vale’s voice seemed genuine, but he was afraid to trust it. “I’m fine. Why did you leave me here? I thought you said you weren’t going to leave my side.”

Vale sat on the edge of the bed and set the tray down beside him. He stroked Daniel’s hair and back, petting him as if he were a cat. “Were you lonely?” Warmth crept into Daniel’s cheeks. “I just wondered where you went. That’s all.” In truth, he had been disappointed when he woke and realized that Vale wasn’t with him. And he knew Vale could see that truth in his mind. “Where were you?” “I went to get you some breakfast. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn’t want to wake you.” He pulled the white linen cover off the tray and lifted the lids off the silver dishes below. There was a bowl of hot, steaming porridge, drizzled with cream, a small dish of plump blueberries, a plate of fat sausages, and a silver pitcher. Daniel’s eyes widened. “This is for me?” “Who else?” Vale smiled. “I don’t eat human food, you know.” He picked up a spoon, scooped up some porridge, blew away the steam, and held the spoon to Daniel’s lips. Daniel hesitated. “Go on.” Vale petted his hair again. It was embarrassing, how good that felt. Eyes downcast, Daniel opened his mouth, and Vale slid the spoon in. The porridge was hot, buttery and sweet. Vale fed him, all the while stroking his hair and massaging his nape with gentle, skilled fingers. Once the porridge was gone, he picked up one of the plump blueberries and slid it between Daniel’s lips. Daniel chewed it slowly. Then he looked up at Vale, keeping his face as neutral and guarded as he could. “Why are you being so kind to me?” “Why shouldn’t I be?” “You’re supposed to be training me. Aren’t you?” “I am.” He slid another blueberry between Daniel’s lips. “There are two ways to train a shael. One is to make him afraid to disobey. The other is to show him that cooperation is far more pleasurable, more rewarding, than rebellion. Some of the Kin favor the first method. I’ve always found the second to be more effective. And more pleasant for me, as well. I do not enjoy being cruel. I will punish you if it becomes necessary, but only with great regret.” He glanced down at the tray. “Would you like any more?” Daniel shook his head. Vale set the tray aside. “Very well, then.” His ruby eyes stared steadily into Daniel’s as he leaned closer. “Your first duty, as a shael, is to keep your master fed. You’ll need to get used to that, before anything else.” Daniel tensed. “You mean…” Vale nodded. “I’m going to feed off of you.” His breathing quickened. “I promise, I won’t let you feel any pain or fear. I’ll put you in a trance first.”

Daniel’s heart pounded. Panic squeezed his chest. He’d heard so many stories about the agonies of being fed on, how it burned like acid, how the venom from the Kin’s fangs stayed in the body for hours afterward, causing nausea, muscle spasms, and blindness. “Relax.” Vale slid a hand into his hair. Daniel tried to pull away. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Those rumors are nonsense.” Daniel hesitated. “It won’t hurt?” “Not a bit. Look into my eyes.” He stared into those crimson eyes and found, suddenly, that he couldn’t look away. He could see nothing but those eyes. He felt as if he were submerged inside them, floating in a sea of ruby liquid. His racing heartbeat slowed. He recognized what was happening. He had heard of the Kin’s ability to ensnare men’s minds with their eyes. He tried to fight it, to pull away, to hold onto himself, but it was no use. Vale’s eyes pulled him deeper, and all traces of reluctance melted away. “Daniel? Can you hear me?” “Yes,” he murmured, his voice distant and detached. “I’m going to take your blood now. You will feel no pain, no fear. Do you understand?” “Yes.” Vale leaned forward, and sharp teeth grazed Daniel’s throat. He felt the wetness and heat of Vale’s mouth, along with a slight tingling. It was odd, but not unpleasant. A moment later, Vale lifted his head and smiled. “There,” said Vale. “I said it wouldn’t hurt, did I not?” “You mean it’s already over?” Vale nodded. A trace of blood glistened on one corner of his mouth, and he licked it away. “But I barely felt anything.” Daniel touched his neck. There were no punctures, though he felt two tiny dimples in his skin. “I promised you, didn’t I?” Vale brushed a lock of Daniel’s hair from his brow. “It can actually be quite pleasurable, being fed on. I can take away the pain while keeping you awake and aware. For the first time, I thought it would be easier if I simply put you in a trance.” He smiled. “Perhaps next time, I can make it a little more interesting for you.” “Why isn’t it bleeding?” “The Kin’s saliva contains a natural healing agent. If we’re careful, the punctures heal very quickly.” He tugged the leash, and it slipped from the bedpost. Vale looped the end around his wrist. “Now,” he said, “there’s something else you need to learn. Kneel on the floor in front of me.” Daniel’s heartbeat quickened. He knew what was about to happen. He’d done it once before, but that had been in the dark, in a barn filled with prickly straw and mice. Doing it in a

beautiful, well-lit bedroom seemed -- well -- different. Slowly he lowered himself to his knees in front of Vale and watched as long, pale fingers unbuttoned his trousers. His cock emerged, already engorged and jutting stiffly from the patch of silvery hair between his thighs. Daniel moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and looked uncertainly up at Vale. “Open your mouth,” Vale urged. One hand slipped around the nape of Daniel’s neck and massaged it gently, encouragingly. Daniel opened his mouth and closed his lips around the tip of Vale’s cock. He heard Vale’s quick intake of breath. The hard, hot flesh pulsed in his mouth, and he tasted salt. Daniel engulfed another inch of his cock, then another, but he couldn’t get more than half of it in his mouth without gagging. Vale gripped his wrist and guided it toward his erection. He curled Daniel’s fingers around the base. “Like this,” he whispered, his voice breathless. Daniel wrapped his hand more firmly around Vale’s cock. He swallowed to stimulate his saliva glands and let his mouth fill with spit. Then, slowly, he began to slide his lips up and down the length of Vale’s cock. “Good,” Vale said breathlessly. “That’s good.” His fingers continued to rub the nape of Daniel’s neck, and a little thrill ran through him. Some part of him had been starving for this heat and intimacy for years, and now he wanted more. He continued to suck, enjoying the warm hardness of the organ in his mouth. Vale gently guided Daniel’s other hand between his thighs, to his full, dark balls. Fine, silvery hairs, like peach fuzz, covered his sac. Daniel’s fingertips slid over its rough surface, and his already rapid heartbeat quickened. Even though it was just training, there was something exciting about knowing that Vale trusted him this much -- that he was willing to let Daniel handle his most sensitive parts. He cupped the warm, heavy balls and rolled them across his palm. A soft groan rose from Vale’s throat, and his hips twitched. Impulsively, Daniel slipped a single finger behind his sac and teased the spot between his balls and asshole. Vale gasped. “Goddess, you’re a fast learner.” Daniel smiled through his mouthful of cock. He continued to rub that sensitive spot as he slid his moist lips up and down the length of the rigid shaft. One finger brushed against Vale’s asshole, and the tight ring of muscle twitched. He traced it lightly, experimentally, fascinated by the way it tightened and relaxed under his touch. All the while, he kept sucking, losing himself in the rhythm of his task, rubbing one palm against Vale’s tight balls. Vale groaned low in his throat, fingers pressing into Daniel’s scalp. Cum spurted into Daniel’s mouth, hot and salty. He wasn’t expecting it, and he coughed. Recovering quickly, he gulped it down, pulled back, and licked his lips.

Vale sat on the edge of the bed, panting, his eyes wide and dazed. Daniel looked up at him. “Did I do well, Master?” he asked. His voice emerged shy and breathless. “Yes. Goddess, yes.” Slowly, his gaze focused on Daniel’s face. Warm fingertips touched his cheek, stroked it. “Lie down with me,” he murmured. Daniel stretched out in bed with Vale beside him. Slim, strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. A tendril of silver hair clung to Vale’s sweat dampened brow. Daniel could still taste his cum, salty and faintly bitter on his tongue. A thumb drifted across his lower lip, and the gentle friction of its calloused pad against soft flesh sent a tingle racing down Daniel’s spine. His cock pulsed, and he closed his eyes as Vale’s thumb continued to stroke his lips. With each movement, the tingling increased. Holding Vale’s gaze, he wrapped his lips around the knuckle of his thumb and sucked, tasting the salt of skin. Vale smiled, slipping the digit from his mouth, and slid his hands down Daniel’s sides, to rest on his slim hips. “Master…” Daniel glanced down at his own erect cock, and a blush crept into his cheeks. “What is it?” Vale placed a finger beneath his chin and lifted his face. “Tell me what you need.” “Will you… touch me? Please?” A smile curved one corner of his mouth. “You’ll need to be more specific than that.” Daniel’s pulse drummed in his throat. His blush grew hotter. “My cock,” he murmured. “Touch my cock.” Long, experienced fingers curled around his length and began to stroke, and a low groan escaped Daniel’s throat. His eyelids drifted shut as those fingers glided up and down his organ, coaxing a bead of precum from the slit on its tip. His hips pushed forward, thrusting instinctively into the touch. Vale leaned down, and his tongue swirled over the head. Daniel tensed as sharp fangs grazed tender flesh. Then Vale pulled back, sat up, and rose to his feet. He walked across the room and opened the top drawer of his dresser while Daniel watched in frustrated confusion. His cock throbbed. Vale rummaged for a moment, then pulled out two lengths of red velvet rope. Daniel blinked. “What…” “Your master will probably want to take you in a variety of ways. He may want to keep you restrained while he penetrates you.” Vale approached. “I’m going to start just by binding your wrists to the bedposts.” Daniel bit his lower lip and nodded. He watched, breathless, as Vale looped the soft, slinky rope around his left wrist, then tied the other end snugly around the bedpost. Vale moved to the right side of the bed. He paused and brushed his fingers over Daniel’s wrist. “Your pulse is racing.”

“I’m a little nervous,” he murmured. “If it gets to be too much, let me know and I’ll loosen the restraints. But then, you won’t even need to say anything. I’m inside your mind, remember?” He tugged gently at the collar and smiled, showing a flash of white fangs. Daniel’s full balls ached as Vale tied his right wrist to the bedpost. Nervous or not, he had to admit that being restrained was more arousing than he’d imagined. He pulled at the ropes, but Vale had tied the knots well. They held. “One more thing.” Vale lifted a strip of purple silk from the nightstand. “A blindfold?” “That’s right.” He placed it over Daniel’s eyes and tied it behind his head. “I think you’ll find that with your sight gone, your other senses are heightened.” Daniel blinked and felt his lashes brush against the silk. His heart was beating so hard and fast, it seemed his ribs would crack. The lack of vision made him feel even more vulnerable than the restraints did. Warm lips brushed his ear. “I won’t hurt you,” Vale whispered. Daniel’s racing heartbeat slowed. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” he breathed. Vale straddled his hips. He leaned down and kissed the corner of Daniel’s mouth. Sharp teeth pressed lightly into his lower lip as Vale nibbled the tender bit of flesh. He planted another kiss over Daniel’s racing pulse, then on his collarbone. Vale’s tongue flicked against his left nipple, which stiffened and puckered. He traced a circle around the tingling nub with his tongue, then trailed a slow, wet lick down Daniel’s flat stomach, until his breath stirred the curls between his thighs. Vale was right, Daniel thought. Without sight to distract him, everything felt more intense: the warm velvet of lips on his skin, the wet heat of Vale’s tongue, the tickle of his breath. Vale’s smooth cheek brushed against his cock. His dick jerked up and down, and a warm drop of precum slid down the side. Vale’s tongue traced its path, licking it up. A tiny whimper escaped Daniel’s throat. That hot tongue trailed slowly up the length of his cock, ending with a wet lick over the head. He expected Vale’s lips to close around his organ. Instead, warm hands slid beneath his buttocks, lifting them off the bed, and strong thumbs parted the cheeks, exposing his hole. Vale applied his tongue to the tight ring of muscle, making Daniel gasp. His asshole tightened. “Relax,” Vale murmured. His lips brushed against Daniel’s ring, and his tongue traced it again. Daniel’s eyelids fluttered as the hot, slippery organ pressed into his body and stroked him from the inside. A moment later, Vale withdrew his tongue and inserted a lube-slicked finger.

With darkness filling his eyes, Daniel felt the presence inside him much more keenly. He struggled to keep his breathing steady as Vale’s fingertip found his prostate and massaged it. Pleasure spiked through him, and his cock twitched again. Warm lips brushed his inner thigh in a soft kiss. “You have a beautiful body,” that deep voice whispered. Those lips touched the underside of his knee, then his stomach. “Thank you,” Daniel whispered back. Another finger joined the first inside his body. Carefully, they stretched his rim, and a small twinge of discomfort made him tense. The fingers withdrew, and a moment later, something round and blunt pressed against his opening. His breathing quickened. His ring blossomed open, and Vale’s cock slid inside him, huge and thick. Slowly, he began to move. “Vale…” Daniel’s hands curled into fists, pulling at the restraints. His lashes brushed against the blindfold again as he blinked. “I want to see you. Take it off. Please?” Vale stopped moving, and fear fluttered in Daniel’s chest. “Please,” he whispered again. Vale stared down at his face, drinking in the flush in his cheeks, the parted lips, shiny and swollen with kisses. He knew he shouldn’t grant his request. This was supposed to be about training him, getting him accustomed to the various things his Master would probably want from him. But he wanted to see those eyes. He reached behind Daniel’s head and undid the knot, and the blindfold slipped away, revealing wide eyes. They slowly focused on Vale’s face, and Vale smiled. “Hello,” he whispered. “Hello,” Daniel whispered back. As Vale moved within him, he held Daniel’s gaze. Through their mental link, he could feel Daniel’s hunger for that eye contact. He needed this -- needed the warmth in Vale’s eyes, the reassurance that it wasn’t just mindless fucking, that Vale was aware of him as a person with needs and desires of his own. He moved inside Daniel’s body, angling his thrusts so that each one brought his cock firmly against that sensitive node inside him. He was so warm, so tight. A soft groan escaped Vale’s throat as he pushed forward again, holding Daniel’s gaze the whole time, feeling as though he could fall into those golden eyes and drown in their depths. So exquisite, this boy. So giving. It made Vale’s heart ache. Daniel’s breathing quickened, and his lips parted as he neared his climax. One more thrust pushed him over the edge, and he let out a hoarse cry, his hips arching off the bed as cum spurted from the tip of his cock, onto his chest and stomach. The walls of his body tightened around Vale’s cock, and the sudden pressure made Vale dizzy. He thrust once more and released into the hot depths of Daniel’s body. He felt his eyes roll back, and for an instant, the world faded. There was just the heat of Daniel’s flesh around his.

A moment later, Vale went limp, panting. Daniel’s lips, still swollen with kisses, were parted, his cheeks flushed, his eyes soft and unguarded. Vale had never seen anything so lovely. Goddess, help me, he thought, I’m falling in love. “Are you all right?” Long, dark lashes fluttered, and Daniel’s eyes focused slowly on his face. “Yes,” he whispered back. Vale carefully pulled out of him, untied his wrists, and lay down by his side. He smiled, trying to ignore the ache in his chest, and said, “You will make someone a fine shael.” Daniel lowered his gaze. “Daniel?” He placed two fingers beneath Daniel’s chin and gently lifted his face. “What’s wrong?” Tears glistened at the corners of his eyes. Daniel blinked them away. “I’m afraid.” “Talk to me. Perhaps I can ease your fears.” “What if my new master is cruel?” Vale held his gaze for a long moment. Then he spoke, quietly but firmly. “I won’t let the Council give you to someone cruel.” “But how much power do you really have? You said you don’t know who my master will be.” “Regardless, I know all the Kin lords and ladies. I know their temperaments. If they try to give you to someone cruel, I will take steps to make sure it does not happen.” “But what? How?” Vale laid a finger across his lips. “Trust me.” Daniel lapsed into silence. He laid his head against Vale’s chest and closed his eyes. In truth, Vale had no idea how he was going to keep that promise… but regardless, he would find some way. Most of the humans who came to him were angry and filled with hatred toward the Kin. Most of them he’d been forced to break through punishment. He hated doing it, but it was the task appointed to him -- a necessary task, however unsavory it might be. Of course, most of the offerings were brought against their will. Daniel was one of the few who had surrendered voluntarily, for the sake of another… and who had responded to kindness. Such a gentle soul needed a gentle home. He would speak to the Council himself, he decided, and try to arrange a good match for Daniel. He would use all his influence and all his powers of persuasion. But what if it isn’t enough? a voice in his mind whispered. He pushed his doubt away. He would keep his promise, no matter what it took.

Chapter Five Shortly after, Vale received a telepathic summons. He recognized the mental touch of Lady Sylva, head of the Council, the oldest and most powerful among the Kin. Slowly, he rose from the bed. Daniel caught his arm. “Where are you going?” Vale looked down into his wide, anxious eyes and smiled. “I’ve been summoned. I won’t be away long, though. Wait here for me.” He kissed Daniel’s forehead, left the room, and walked down the hall, through a pair of arched double doors, into a spacious, stone-walled room. The room held no furniture, save an enormous oval-shaped mirror on the wall, the frame elaborately carved from pearly dragon bone. Vale closed the doors behind him. He touched the mirror, and the surface rippled like water. His reflection shimmered and transformed into the image of a tall, elegant woman with deep brown skin, her long, silvery hair flowing to the center of her back. Ruby eyes stared out at him from a regal face with high cheekbones and full lips. Her silky, white gown hugged her form. “Lady Sylva.” Vale dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “You have need of me?” “Tell me about the new offering.” Her voice was a full, rich alto, a voice accustomed to delivering orders and having them obeyed. “Who have the village elders chosen for us this time?” “He is a young man called Daniel. Dark hair, golden eyes. Very beautiful, very gentle and eager to please. I believe his training will proceed smoothly.” “Excellent. He prefers males or females?” “Males.” Vale took a deep breath, raised his eyes and met her steady gaze. “May I ask… who is next in line to receive a shael?” “Lord Tanir.” Vale tensed. The very answer he’d dreaded. “I am not sure he would be suitable.” “That shall be decided at the Meet.” “Forgive me, my Lady. But Daniel has a very gentle spirit. And Lord Tanir --” “It shall be decided at the Meet,” she repeated, her voice like iron. “Of course.” His heart pounded. “I overstepped my bounds.” “You know Lord Tanir’s tastes. It will be your job to prepare the shael so he will be ready for whatever his Master wants.” The mirror shimmered, and her image dissolved. Vale stared at his reflection, his jaw clenched tight. Slowly, he stood, turned, and walked back into the bedroom.

Daniel sat up in bed. Small, even white teeth caught his lower lip and tugged. His eyes were large and uncertain. “Vale?” He forced a smile. “Everything’s fine.” He climbed into bed and kissed those soft lips, trying not to let his worry show. Daniel obviously wasn’t fooled. A shadow of fear lay in his eyes. “Vale, please tell me.” “It’s nothing you need to worry about. I’ll take care of everything.” And he would. He didn’t intend to let Daniel fall into Tanir’s clutches. At the Meet, he’d have a chance to speak to the Council about it. And if he couldn’t convince them… he’d figure out something. Still, the cold knot of dread remained inside him. *** That evening, Vale rode out alone. The moon shone full and bright, lighting the path ahead as Vale’s mare cantered through the forest. A cool breeze stirred the leaves, and a wolf howled in the distance, a lonely, piercing sound. He reached the huge, round clearing where the other Kin waited. The earth had been beaten flat, and trees ringed the circle. Magic had coaxed them into the shape of huge chairs, and the Kin lords and ladies sat, pale and elegant, their eyes shining like rubies, their silver hair lustrous in the moonlight. There were twelve of them in all: the oldest and strongest of the Kin, the ones who made up the Council. Their combined power filled the air like electricity, tingling on his skin and in his bones. Vale dismounted, lowered himself to one knee, and bowed his head. Lady Sylva sat in the largest tree-chair, hands resting on the twisted wooden arms. Her shael -- a pale, dark-haired young woman -- sat beside the chair, naked, legs curled beneath her. Moonlight turned her fair skin to ivory and reflected in her huge, doe-like brown eyes. Her lower lip, pert nipples, and clitoris had all been pierced with silver rings. A fine silver chain ran from her clitoral piercing to a matching silver ring on the smallest finger of Sylva’s right hand, which rested on the arm of her throne. The girl was the only human present. The other Kin were not permitted to bring their shael to Meets; it was a sign of Sylva’s power. Idly, she stroked the girl’s hair with her left hand, and the girl placed a reverent kiss on her knuckles. The tiniest of smiles curved the Lady’s full lips, then vanished. Cool, ruby eyes gazed down at Vale. “Rise.” He did. “This Meet has been called because we received a new offering recently,” she said. “A boy called Daniel. Lord Tanir is next in line to receive a shael. If there are any among you who wish to challenge him for that right, I will hear your case. Lord Tanir? You may speak.” The tall, slender Kin lord rose to his feet. Long silver hair, tied back in a tight braid, trailed to the small of his back. Onyx rings glinted on his left hand. “I am the oldest Kin lord here

without a shael of my own. Since our truce with the village, I have been forced to rely on blood-charity from my fellow Kin. But I cannot go on like this indefinitely. Though I appreciate the others’ generosity, my pride has been bruised considerably by having to beg and feed on other Kin’s humans. I have served my people loyally for centuries as a member of this Council. I deserve a shael of my own.” He sat. Lady Sylva’s gaze swept over the assembled Kin. “Any who wish to speak, do so now.” Vale took a deep breath and said, “Lady, if I may?” “Speak.” “As you know, I am Daniel’s trainer. I’ve had the opportunity to link with his mind, to know his thoughts and emotions. He is a very gentle person. His heart is fragile. I feel, when selecting his master, it is important to take that into consideration.” “It is your job to prepare him for his new master,” she said, “whoever that master may be.” “You offered us the chance to challenge Tanir for the right to this boy. That’s what I’m doing.” “You are far from the eldest here. There are many Kin in line who are due to receive a shael before you. I cannot possibly hand this human over to you. Are there any others here who wish to challenge Tanir?” A pause. “Very well.” She looked at Vale. “I expect you to have him ready within three days.” “But --” “That is all.” Vale’s jaw tightened. “Have you no consideration for the boy’s well being?” Tanir laughed harshly. “What is this? Are you going soft?” “I merely wish to make sure that Daniel is given the respect and love he deserves,” Vale said, controlling his tone carefully. “Do you think you can give him that?” “Respect? Love?” He smiled, showing one fang. “The humans’ only purpose in this world is to provide food for us. Do you think they treat their livestock with kindness and affection? Of course not. Why should we handle them as if they’re made of glass?” Vale’s hands curled into fists. “They aren’t animals. Their minds and hearts are no different than our own.” “Listen to you,” Tanir growled. “Whose side are you on, anyway? Ours or the apes’?” “Not all humans are our enemies. We need them, and perhaps they need us as well. If we learn to see past our differences, perhaps we can change things.” He laughed again, the sound layered thickly with contempt. “Open your eyes, youngling. We’re at war. They’d wipe us out if they could. Do you have any idea how many of our people they butchered before the agreement? Your parents were among those who fell in the war. Or have you forgotten?”

“I have not,” Vale said quietly. “Then you of all people ought to understand the humans’ true nature. They only made the agreement because they knew they couldn’t win a war against superior beings. They’re murderous, cruel, stupid brutes who hate us blindly.” “Are you any better, if you’re willing to make such broad statements about them? They aren’t all the same!” Tanir’s eyes narrowed. “They are. I’ve met enough of them to know.” “And I say you don’t see them clearly. You’re blinded by your hatred.” “Impudent boy,” he growled. His hand strayed to the jeweled hilt of the sword resting against his hip. “Enough!” snapped Lady Sylva. She glared at Tanir, who lowered his hand and dropped his gaze submissively. Her cool stare settled on Vale. “I understand your concerns, but we don’t have the luxury of selecting masters and shael who will be well-suited to each other. It is all our people can do just to survive, these days. Daniel will be given to Lord Tanir. If you continue to serve us loyally and train new offerings, you yourself will be given a shael one day, but we will do this according to our traditions and laws. It is the only way to keep things fair and peaceful. Do you understand?” Vale bit his tongue, frustration burning within him. But he bowed his head and said, “Yes, my Lady.”

Chapter Six Vale returned to his home, entered his bedroom, and gently shook Daniel awake. Longlashed eyes blinked drowsily and stared up at him. “Vale.” A smile softened his lips… then vanished when he saw the solemn expression on Vale’s face. “What is it?” “The Council has decided who your new master will be. They’ve chosen Lord Tanir. They want me to have you ready for him in three days.” Daniel sat up, and fear flashed in his eyes. “So soon?” He leaped to his feet and clutched Vale’s hands. “But I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you.” “I’m not going to let him take you.” Vale squeezed his hands. His mind raced. He couldn’t let this happen. He considered taking Daniel and fleeing, but he knew that they would be found. The Kin could sense each other’s presence; that sense would lead them unerringly to Vale. And if he sent Daniel away on his own, he would be hunted down by the Kin’s trackers. Humans had tried to escape many times before. None had ever been successful. No, they could not escape. But perhaps… Vale’s heartbeat quickened. “Vale?” Daniel whispered. He took a slow, deep breath. “There may be a way. But it’s risky.” “What is it?” “If I formed a blood-bond with you myself, you would have to remain with me; the Council could not separate us or give you to another. But it is forbidden. When the others find out about it, I could be put to death. And if that happens, there is a chance that the shock of my death would kill you, as well.” Daniel’s eyes widened. “I don’t think they would risk your death, though. Among the Kin, humans are seen as a precious resource. In order to spare you, they might decide on a lesser punishment for me. In which case, after the punishment was over, we could remain together.” Daniel bit his lower lip. His face was pale and drawn with fear, but there was a glint of determination in his eyes. “What sort of punishment?” “The last time a trainer bonded with his ward, they merely cut off his right arm.” Daniel’s jaw dropped. “Merely? Are you saying that’s the best we can hope for? That you’ll lose a limb?” “It would be better than handing you over to someone like Lord Tanir.” “I can’t let that happen to you. I don’t want anyone to be hurt for my sake. I-I’ll go to him. I’ll be his shael.”

“Not for me, Daniel,” Vale said firmly. He cupped his cheek with one hand. “Do not do it for me. I’m tired of participating in this cruel arrangement. For years I’ve been telling myself that someone has to do this, that it might as well be me, but I was just making excuses for myself. Humans are not our cattle, and a blood-bond should not be forced on anyone. I want to make a stand for what is right. I am willing to risk my life for it.” He stroked Daniel’s smooth cheek. “But I don’t have the right to make that choice for you. This would be risky for you, as well. As I said… if we bond and I am killed, you may follow me into death. If you don’t want it --” “But I do! I’ll take any risk necessary. I just don’t want you to get hurt for my sake. I’m not worth it.” “You’re wrong about that.” Vale framed his face between both hands, leaned forward, and softly kissed his lips. “I want this. I want us to be together. But I won’t do it without your consent.” Vale stared deep into his eyes. “Do you want this?” “Yes,” he whispered. “I want to be yours. I don’t want anyone else.” Vale searched his eyes and nodded. “Very well.” He opened an oaken chest in the corner of his room and retrieved an ornate silver chalice and a dagger. He sat cross-legged on the floor and set the chalice in front of him. “Sit,” he said. Daniel sat across from him and watched with wide eyes as he pressed the dagger’s sharp tip to his own pale inner wrist. With the point of the blade, he opened a vein. A bright rivulet of blood ran across his palm, between his fingers, and into the chalice. He waited until it was filled with the dark, rich liquid, then licked the cut on his wrist. His healing saliva sealed the wound shut, leaving only a thin, faded white scar. “I’ve already taken your blood into my body. All that remains is for you to drink mine.” Vale held the chalice to Daniel’s lips. Daniel hesitated. His eyes slipped shut, and he took the chalice in both hands and drank. He coughed and sputtered at the first swallow, but kept drinking until the chalice was empty. Licking the last trace of blood from his lips, he handed the vessel back to Vale, who set it aside. Daniel placed a hand on his chest. “I can feel it inside me. It’s like fire. The heat is spreading through my body.” “Blood is powerful.” He took Daniel’s hands again. “You must repeat the ritual words after me. Listen carefully.” Vale spoke the words in the ancient language. They rippled from his tongue, slippery and silvery: I promise always to protect, to love, to cherish you as my own. Let this blood seal the covenant between us. Daniel listened intently. “Now it’s your turn,” Vale said. “How did it go, again?” He repeated the ritual incantation. Daniel nodded and spoke the words. They were slow and clumsy on his tongue -- the ancient language was filled with long, complicated words -but it was the intent behind them that truly mattered, not the pronunciation. Vale’s hands

tightened on his, and his skin tingled as power passed between them. “Now what?” Daniel asked. “That’s it. That’s all it takes.” A tiny furrow appeared in his brow. “Really?” “It does not happen all at once. But believe me, you will soon feel a difference. You’ll be able to experience my thoughts and emotions, just as I experience yours. And the others will be able to feel the bond between us as well.” Vale undid the chain around his neck. The collar slipped off and fell in loose silver coils into Vale’s palm. He set it aside, next to the chalice, and cupped Daniel’s chin in his hand. Looking into his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. He could still taste a hint of his own blood, salty and sweet. Daniel turned his face and captured Vale’s lips with his. His arms slipped around Vale’s waist, holding him tight as Vale’s lips brushed his ear. “Our fates are bound now,” he whispered. A tremor ran through Daniel’s body. He kissed Vale again, hard and fierce. Their tongues met and tangled in a wet dance. “Take my blood,” Daniel whispered. “I want to feel your teeth.” Vale’s breathing quickened. “Into the bed.” Daniel obeyed. Vale crawled into bed beside him and curled an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Daniel’s pulse fluttered just below his jaw; Vale could see the vein rising and falling in rhythm with his rapid heartbeat. His fangs sank into that soft skin, and Daniel gasped. Vale sealed his lips over the punctures and sucked. Salty heat burst on his tongue and filled his mouth. Every human’s blood tasted different: sometimes salty, sometimes bitter, sometimes neutral. In Daniel’s, he tasted hints of sweetness, like honey and strawberry wine, mingled with a salty tang like the ocean. He drank deeply. A soft moan escaped Daniel, and his hard cock pressed against his stomach as his blood, his life, flowed down Vale’s throat, filling his belly with heat. “Vale,” he whispered breathlessly. His hips twitched and pushed up against him, instinctively seeking stimulation. He rubbed his cock against Vale’s flat stomach, fingers clutching his shoulder as he panted for breath. Vale swallowed one last mouthful of blood and licked the punctures, sealing them shut. Two tiny, puckered white scars remained, though even those would soon fade; the healing power of the Kin’s saliva was potent. He trailed kisses over Daniel’s collarbone and chest, leaving smudges of blood on that pale, smooth skin. His lips brushed over his stomach and thigh, and his cheek rubbed against the straining erection. His tongue traced a path up the hard shaft, ending with a slow, wet lick over the head.

A soft, hungry whimper escaped Daniel’s throat as Vale’s lips closed around the head of his cock. His fangs grazed the sensitive flesh, and Daniel tensed, then slowly relaxed. His pleasure flowed into Vale, and Vale opened his mind, letting his own feelings mingle with Daniel’s. He stroked his thigh as he opened his mouth wider and engulfed another inch of his cock, then another. Daniel moaned softly, his head tipping back as Vale licked and sucked every inch of his engorged maleness. One finger slipped behind his balls, circled his tight rim, and pressed into his body. Daniel groaned softly and pushed back against his finger, then forward into his mouth. His slim body shuddered under the dual stimulation. Vale carefully slid his finger out of Daniel’s body and raised his head, letting Daniel’s cock slip from his mouth. He grabbed a jar of oil from the nightstand. He slicked his fingers and spread the oil over and inside Daniel’s rim, pausing to rub and stroke his prostate until he moaned. He pulled out and handed the jar to Daniel, then stripped off his tunic and trousers and tossed them to the floor. His undergarments joined the pile a moment later. He looked down at his own straining cock, met Daniel’s gaze, and said, “Spread it over me.” He nodded, breathless. He dipped his fingers into the oil and wrapped them around the hard, hot column of flesh. His fingers glided up and down, spreading the oil thoroughly over every inch of Vale’s maleness. A soft groan escaped him, and his eyes slipped shut as he lost himself in the primal joy of pressure and slickness around his cock. His balls tingled and tightened. Panting, he gripped Daniel’s wrist and gently guided his hand away from his cock. “On your back,” he whispered. Daniel obeyed. Vale hoisted his hips up with both hands and parted his rear cheeks, exposing his pink, lubed rim. The round head of his cock pressed up against it, and he pushed forward into the snug passage. He bit his lower lip, fangs pressing almost hard enough to draw blood. It took all his self-control not to pound into him until he came… but he didn’t want this to be over so soon. He forced himself to move slowly, sliding in and out, savoring the delicious friction. With their minds linked, they shared each other’s pleasure and reached their climax almost at the same moment. Vale cried out as he spilled his seed into the hot depths of Daniel’s body. Afterward, they collapsed to the bed together, drenched in sweat and in Daniel’s hot, sticky cum. They sucked in gulps of air, wrapped in a heady bliss. Daniel looked up into his eyes and smiled. Vale smiled back, framed Daniel’s face between his hands, and placed a soft, reverent kiss on his brow. He kissed his lips too -- a sweet, tender kiss, which slowly deepened into something hot and fierce and hungry. His tongue delved into Daniel’s mouth, claiming it. Daniel kissed back with the same passion, his tongue twining wetly with Vale’s, the slick organs sliding over, against, and around each other. Vale’s hands plunged into Daniel’s crow-black hair, while Daniel’s slid over the smooth skin of Vale’s back, and they nipped and sucked at each other’s lips as if they would devour

each other from the mouths down. *** Vale woke, much later, to the soft touch of dawn’s light on his face. Instantly, he sensed something wrong. He lay still, heart pounding, Daniel’s warm body still clasped in his arms. Daniel stirred. “Vale?” he murmured sleepily. “What is it?” Vale sat up, staring at the door. The back of his neck prickled, and a chill raced down his spine. Power suffused the air, tingling against his skin like electricity. He recognized the power as Lady Sylva’s. He climbed out of bed, grabbed a tunic and trousers from the closet, and handed them to Daniel. “Get dressed.” He’d known the confrontation would happen at some point, but he hadn’t expected it quite this soon. Maybe Sylva had known he would do this; maybe she’d sensed his feelings during the Meet and had been anticipating his actions. He could only hope she would be understanding. Once he and Daniel were dressed, Vale led him out of the room and down the hall. “What’s going on?” Daniel asked. “Lady Sylva, our leader, is here in my home,” he said. Meeting Daniel’s gaze, he forced a smile. “Don’t be afraid. Whatever happens to me, I’ll find some way to keep you safe.” Daniel shook his head, his expression grim. “You know better than that. You said so yourself: our fates are bound now. If you die, I die.” He clutched Vale’s hand. Vale squeezed his fingers and murmured, “I pray it will not come to that.” If he had sentenced Daniel to death… A shudder ran through him. No, it would not come to that. It mustn’t. Still, a cold, hollow dread filled his stomach, and an icy hand squeezed his heart. Had he made a mistake? At least with Tanir, Daniel would have been alive and safe. Vale had done something unforgivably selfish, forming a blood-bond with him. “No,” Daniel said. “You mustn’t think that. I told you, I would gladly risk death to be with you. Even if we’re both executed, I won’t regret this choice.” He smiled a smile of fragile, heartbreaking sweetness. Vale couldn’t speak. A lump had formed in his throat, cutting off air and voice. But then, he didn’t need to speak. Daniel felt everything he felt. They descended the stairs to the spacious entrance hall of Vale’s home, where Lady Sylva waited. She stood, tall and slim, clad in a simple white dress, her expression severe. Vale approached and stood before her, still holding Daniel’s hand. He bowed his head. “Good day, my Lady.” Lady Sylva’s mouth tightened. Ruby eyes narrowed to slits. “What have you done, Vale?” Her low, cold tone suggested she already knew the answer.

Vale laid a protective hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “Daniel is my shael. I have formed a blood-bond with him.” “You did this without the Council’s permission.” Rage boiled in her eyes. Fear tightened Vale’s chest, but he straightened and met her gaze. “Yes.” “Why?” “I fell in love with him.” “You fell in love?” she repeated, incredulity in her voice. “That is your reason for disobeying the Council? For breaking the most fundamental promise of your position?” “Yes.” Her eyes flashed like steel. “You know I cannot let this go unpunished. The law is the law. If I make any exceptions, it will weaken my authority.” “I understand that,” Vale said. “The traditional punishment for such an offense is death. But you are too valuable a trainer for that, and our numbers are few enough as it is. The removal of your right arm should suffice.” Vale’s shoulders tensed, but he bowed his head, accepting her judgment. “The punishment will take place immediately. You will come with me.” “Yes, my Lady.” “No!” Daniel burst out. “Lady Sylva, please!” He flung himself to his knees in front of her, positioning himself between her and Vale. “He did this for my sake. If you have to punish someone, let it be me.” “Daniel, don’t.” Vale gripped his shoulder and pulled him back to his feet. “This was my decision. There’s no reason you should suffer for it.” Daniel clenched his fists and stared up at Sylva, his expression wild and desperate. “Please,” he said. “You have to listen to me!” “Daniel --” “Let him speak.” Lady Sylva looked at Daniel with an unreadable expression. “I’m curious about how this human has captivated you so thoroughly in such a short time. I want to hear what he has to say. If he truly wishes to be punished in your stead, perhaps I can arrange that.” Vale’s eyes widened. “My Lady, I cannot accept --” “Let him speak,” she said, her voice cold. Vale’s mouth snapped shut. Daniel straightened and squared his shoulders, meeting her gaze. “Vale told me that once, before our two peoples were at war, a blood-bond was something that human and Kin chose freely. He told me that it could be a beautiful, fulfilling thing. And I believe him. What we

have together is how it’s supposed to be, how it’s supposed to happen -- through love and choice. This whole arrangement -- humans being torn from their homes and enslaved -- it’s a perversion of nature.” Her lips pressed together. “Do you think we like doing things this way? This is how it must be. Your people have decided that we are demons. They no longer come to us freely, but we need blood to live. You have left us no choice. We simply do what we must to survive. But of course, I would not expect a human to understand that.” “It doesn’t have to be this way. What you’re doing now only creates more fear and hatred between our peoples. But if we show them that it can be different, then maybe more of them will come here freely. Maybe in time, we can change things.” Sylva stared at him, her expression unreadable. “And how do you think this will happen?” “If you spare Vale, then I’ll go to my village. I’ll tell everyone there the truth about the Kin and how things came to be this way. And I’ll tell them that a blood-bond doesn’t have to be slavery, that when it’s chosen freely, it’s a beautiful thing.” “They will not believe you. Words, no matter how earnest and heartfelt, are meaningless to those who have closed their ears.” Regret flickered across her face. “If only it were that easy.” “All I’m asking for is a chance. Let me try.” He dropped to his hands and knees and bowed his head until his forehead touched the floor. “Please,” he said. For a long moment, she was silent, staring down at him. Vale held his breath, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. At first, Sylva’s expression remained rigid and icy. Then, almost imperceptibly, her eyes softened. “People are stubborn and set in their ways,” she said quietly. “Both human and Kin. The hatred between our races has grown deep. Most humans now see us as demons, and most Kin see humans as dumb brutes. I want to believe that the wounds inflicted by that hatred can heal, but my experience has taught me otherwise. Still…” She trailed off, stroking her chin pensively with one finger as she studied Daniel’s bowed head. “You once were like other humans, were you not? You once saw the Kin as demons?” “Yes, I did. But I feel differently now. I love Vale, and I want to be with him.” Her gaze focused on Vale. “Is everything he has spoken true?” “Yes, my lady.” She returned her gaze to Daniel. Vale sensed the ripple of psychic energy in the air as she searched his mind. A long moment passed. Then she laid a hand on his head. “So humans can change. Perhaps there is hope, after all.” A tiny smile curved her lips. “Very well. Go to your people, Daniel, and tell them. After that… we shall see.” “I will go with him,” Vale said at once.

Daniel stood and shook his head. “It has to be me alone. If I go with you, they won’t trust me as much. They’ll think you forced me into it.” “But if you go alone, you’ll be in danger,” Vale blurted out. “They may see you as one of the enemy, now.” “He speaks true,” Sylva said. “But it is also true that they’d be more likely to trust you if you go alone.” “I’ll take the risk,” Daniel said. Vale gripped his arm and stared into his eyes. “Then I’ll remain linked with you the whole time. If I sense even the slightest hint of danger, I will come to your aid.” Daniel’s face softened in a smile. “I know.” “You will let me know the results,” Lady Sylva said. Vale bowed his head. “Of course.” “Good.” She turned and walked away, her long, white dress trailing behind her. Vale watched her go. He looked at Daniel. “Are you sure about this?” “Yes,” he replied. “I’m sure.” “I don’t want you to be hurt.” “For everything worth doing, there’s a risk.” “How did one so young become so wise?” He smiled shyly. “You taught me that, Vale. The blood-bond was a risk too, wasn’t it? But it was worth it. It was the right thing to do. This is too… and I won’t regret it, no matter what happens.”

Chapter Seven That night, Daniel lay facedown on Vale’s bed, wincing as Vale rubbed healing cream onto his bruised back. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner,” Vale said. “I should have stopped this.” “It wasn’t your fault,” Daniel said, staring at the wall. His eyes were red-rimmed. “I knew they might react like this. Many people see the Kin as demons. And when people’s ideas are challenged, they feel threatened.” “Still, for them to turn on you like this…” Vale shook his head, a hot, bitter lump in his throat. He dipped his fingers into the jar of cream and spread some more over Daniel’s flesh. Bruises mottled his pale skin like leopard spots where the villagers had pummeled him. Some had thrown stones, others had struck out at him with their fists. Daniel’s parents had not participated in the abuse, but had not made any move to stop it, either: simply looked on sadly as their son was beaten in front of them. Only his sister had cried out for it to stop. She’d tried to interfere, but their parents had restrained her. Vale -- who’d been waiting near the edge of the village, his mind linked to Daniel’s -- had flown to his side as soon as things turned bad, but still, he hadn’t been quick enough. Daniel laid a hand over Vale’s. “The bruises will heal. Don’t be upset. Please. I wanted to do this. It’s worth it, if it means you might be spared punishment.” Vale touched Daniel’s cheek lightly with his fingertips. “I spoke to Lady Sylva earlier. She agreed to let me keep my right arm.” He clutched Vale’s hand, eyes brimming over with tears of relief. “I’m glad. I’m so glad.” He kissed the corner of Daniel’s eye. “You spared me that fate, through your courage. Apparently, she was impressed with what you did.” “Even though the villagers wouldn’t listen?” “If your words make even one person think, she said, it was worthwhile. You have given her hope for the future.” Golden eyes gazed up at him. “What about you?” he asked quietly. “Do you think there will ever be peace between humans and Kin?” Vale combed slender fingers through his hair, looking deep into those golden eyes. “One day, yes. It may take awhile, but peace will come.” “What makes you so sure?” “I wasn’t. Before I met you.” He smiled. “But yours is a heart that seeks peace. As long as such people exist, there is hope. Peace is possible. But people must want it and strive for it, first. Our beliefs create reality.”

“Then I’ll believe in peace as hard as I can.” “I know you will.” He framed Daniel’s face between his hands and kissed him, slowly and thoroughly. Daniel relaxed against him, his fingers twining in Vale’s silvery hair. A soft sigh escaped his lips as Vale’s tongue slipped into his mouth. One slender hand slid over his chest, and a thumb brushed against his nipple. It stiffened to a pebble, the areola tightening and puckering. “I never thought I’d have someone like you,” Vale murmured, lips moving against his ear. “When we are together like this, it makes me feel like anything is possible. You’re my inspiration.” Golden eyes twinkled. “Should I inspire you some more?” Daniel stroked his thigh, and the blood rushed to Vale’s cock. His breath hitched, and his cock rose as Daniel traced patterns on his thigh with one warm fingertip. A soft groan escaped his throat. Daniel’s lips curved in a smile. He trailed a finger up the length of Vale’s shaft, from base to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside. Vale’s cock twitched, and a bead of glistening precum welled up from its slit. Daniel wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and rubbed his thumb over the slit, smearing the clear fluid over the bulbous head. Panting, Vale rested his forehead against Daniel’s and pushed into his touch. Daniel’s other hand cupped his balls. He rolled them across his palm, and one finger slipped behind them to tease the sensitive spot between Vale’s scrotum and asshole. “Goddess, Daniel…” His cock pulsed in Daniel’s hand, and his balls swelled, growing round and tight. Daniel lowered his head and parted his lips. Vale clutched the sheets as that wet, soft mouth engulfed him and sucked. He closed his eyes, savoring the silky heat around his most sensitive flesh. After a few minutes, he placed a finger beneath Daniel’s chin and gently lifted his face. Daniel looked up at him with questioning eyes. “There is something else I want,” Vale whispered. He pulled Daniel closer, fingers sliding up his back, into his hair, and tipped his head back, exposing his pale throat. The pulse drummed hard and fast under that delicate veil of skin. Vale trailed his tongue over it, opened his mouth, and sank his fangs into that soft, yielding flesh. Daniel groaned. He clutched Vale’s shoulders, panting. As Vale drank, he slowly relaxed, going limp against him. The sweet, rich taste of his blood filled Vale’s mouth and burned a path down his throat, like whiskey. Vale pulled back and licked the punctures, sealing them shut. Daniel gazed up at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes. He smiled. “I never knew being fed on could feel so incredible,” he whispered. “And it’s only just begun. There is so much more we can explore together. So much I can show you.” His hand trailed down to Daniel’s ass. Two fingers -- still slippery with ointment --

pressed between the smooth, firm cheeks and found the tight pucker of his asshole. Vale spread the cream over his rim and slid his fingers into the hot, dry passage. Daniel pushed back against them, panting. Vale found the smooth node of his prostate as he curled his fingers around Daniel’s pulsing cock. He pumped his hand up and down the shaft as he rubbed his prostate with one finger, stimulating him from within and without. “More,” Daniel begged. Vale pushed a third finger inside him and stretched his tight rim. Another soft groan escaped Daniel’s throat. “Do you want me inside here?” Vale breathed into his ear. “Do you want me to push myself into you?” “Yes. Yes!” His voice was hoarse, eager. He pushed back harder against those fingers. Vale withdrew them and spread more cream over his aching cock. He gripped Daniel’s thighs, hoisting them off the bed, and entered him in one smooth thrust. Daniel cried out. Vale moved within him, head bowed as he watched his cock slide in and out of the lube-slicked hole. “Oh, Daniel,” he whispered, “I love you so much.” At those words, Daniel’s eyes went wide. Another thrust brought the head of Vale’s cock firmly against his prostate, and his mouth fell open. Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, onto his stomach. Another thrust brought Vale over the edge. He emptied his balls into the hot depths of Daniel’s body and pulled out, panting, his pale skin damp and glistening with sweat. He flopped down to the bed beside him and pressed his lips to Daniel’s in a hot, hungry kiss. They lay together, gazing into each other’s eyes. Vale combed his fingers through his lover’s wild, disheveled tangle of hair. “This is what a blood-bond should be,” Vale whispered, and smiled, his eyes half-lidded and warm. “Someday, the world will understand.” Daniel hugged Vale close and whispered, “Someday.” But right now, Vale’s mind wasn’t on the future. He just wanted to exist here in this moment, sleepy and content, wrapped up in his lover’s arms, his scent, his warmth. For now, this was all they needed.

Amanda Steiger Amanda Steiger has lived in the Midwest her whole life, though she enjoys regular visits to other galaxies and dimensions in her mind. She enjoys cold weather, daydreaming, supernatural romance, and anime. She lives with her family and one very spoiled little dog. You can contact her at [email protected].