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Fleeting Flame trotted along the stone corridors with a light, eager step. He had come out tonight assuming that at best he'd find a partner for the usual sort of play, but now he was going to get his absolute favorite fantasy, and with an absolutely gorgeous mare that might perhaps be a long-term friend too. It didn't get much better than that.

He let Perique lead the way to one of the many private rooms in the castle. There were specialty rooms, dungeons and other such things, but there were also relatively ordinary bedrooms, though as they stepped into one, Flame saw that the blood red theme had been carried over here too. Fortunately they hadn't painted the stone walls red, but the bedspread, drapes, and canopy on the big four-poster bed that dominated the room were all red, as was the carpet underhoof.

The pair surveyed the space thoughtfully. A chest against one wall was the only furnishing besides the bed. Perique went over to it and peered in, then laughed. "It seems that they've stocked this well, it's full of interesting equipment. Are you fond of restraints?"

"Sometimes." Flame smiled, though he kept his head down and didn't meet her eyes. He was settling slowly into the submissive mindset, letting the other parts of him, the predatory parts, the everyday parts, the parts that had to work or worry, slip slowly away. That process had barely begun, but he knew keeping a submissive posture would help it along.

"Well, I am not inclined towards anything elaborate this even, but I do believe I shall try one small thing. Let us see..." She rummaged about in the chest. "Ah, there is one, good." She pulled out a slender length of cord, with a clip at one end and a loop at the other. A leash.

Flame felt a particular shiver of anticipation go through him at seeing it. He sat on his haunches and tipped his head back, to better expose the steel loop on the front of his collar. With a smile, Perique clipped the leash to it. "There we are. I think that shall suffice. Also, I never did like wearing these things." She pulled her mask off and tossed it onto the trunk. "Much improved. Now..." She took the end of the leash firmly in hoof, then wrapped a few loops of it around her hoof to shorten it and gave a firm tug downward.

Immediately Flame crouched obediently down in front of her.

"Good boy." His breath caught. "Now up," she said, tugging again, and he shot back to his hooves. Her chuckle in response was deep and musical. "So eager already."

He flicked his ears, blushing ever so slightly. "I want to serve you, ma'am."

"Serve, or service?" said Perique, her slightly crooked smile growing wider.

Flame gave a little wiggle, still blushing, feeling embarrassment and eagerness in equal measure. Already Perique and her pleasure were nearly his sole focus as he slipped deeper and deeper into that special place in his mind, that particular way of thinking, where nothing mattered but what she wanted of him. "Uhm. Both, ma'am?"

"Good answer." Another little submissive thrill ran through him at the praise. "We're not quite ready yet, though. You shall need no clothing tonight. So off with it."

"Yes ma'am." Flame immediately tugged off his coat, though it took a few moments longer to get the shirt unbuttoned and off. He shed the pants as well, and stood there naked. He knew perfectly well that "naked" was the normal state of most ponies, but he tended to wear clothing most of the time, and having it off always felt strangely vulnerable.

Though he was still keeping his head down, he could see Perique looking him up and down. Apparently she liked what she saw, for she smiled and gave an approving nod. "I believe all is in readiness." She tugged the leash again as she trotted over to the bed. Flame followed, a delightful anticipation humming in his mind.

Perique climbed into the bed and laid herself out atop the coverlet, sprawling on her back, her head propped against the profusion of scarlet pillows at the bed's head. Her orange mane draped over the red plush, and her green eyes were intense as she looked over at Flame. "Do you know how to worship a mare, Flame?"

He dared to let his eyes slide over her body, over the roundness of her barrel and the slimness of her waist, over the curve of her flank and finally to between her legs, where a pair of heavy dark balls rested below a swelling sheath, the cock just peeking out of it as yet. He felt all the feathers at the base of his wings fluff up in arousal at the sight. She could not possibly have looked more perfect to him.

"I can try, ma'am," he said, licking his lips.

Still holding the end of his leash in one hoof, Perique lifted a hind hoof and wiggled it at him. "Begin here."

"Yes ma'am." He crawled into the bed, crouching at her hind hooves, and bent his head to plant a kiss on the one she'd wiggled at him. He felt himself slipping even deeper into that submissive state as he did, and his wings came a little bit open, partly in arousal, but mostly in relaxation as he let go of his cares and focused his entire being on worshiping the mare before him.

He covered her hoof in kisses and licks, taking his time, trying to be as sensual as possible. When he'd covered the hoof fairly thoroughly he began moving upwards, planting kisses on Perique's pastern and fetlock. He kept his ears pricked towards her, listening for her responses as he worked his way slowly up her leg. As his kisses passed her hock and moved up towards her thigh he shifted towards the outside of her leg. He wasn't going to attempt to move towards her groin, however tantalizing that prospect might be, this early on in things. He heard a little "mmhmm" of approval as he did so, and so he continued. Soon he reached her cutie mark, which was a large leaf, and tenderly kissed over it as well. He didn't know what it meant, but that didn't matter. All that mattered right now was attempting to cover every inch of her in kisses.

She gave a little sigh as he kissed her cutie mark, and reached down to ruffle his mane. He leaned into the caress just a little bit, but didn't stop peppering kisses up her flanks and along her barrel. She held out the forehoof that wasn't holding his leash, and he instantly went to it and treated it as he had her hind hoof, covering it thoroughly with kisses and little licks.

Once again Flame worked his way slowly upward, kissing and nuzzling along her foreleg, all the way up to her shoulder. He hesitated a moment, then dared to continue, kissing up just to the sweet spot at the base of her neck, where he could feel her pulse against his muzzle. His last kiss was lingering, teasing himself. He wanted very badly to bite down, to taste her, but he had not yet earned that privilege. And as much as he wanted her blood, he wanted this service, this place of submission, so much more. So though a tremor went through him and his wings came a little further open, he lifted his head away from her neck without biting down.

Perique stroked his hair for a moment, and he sighed softly, letting his eyes close, relaxing into the caress. Then her hoof twisted slightly, gripping his mane, and with a gentle but very firm, very insistent pressure she pushed his head to where she wanted it.

He licked his lips again, finding his muzzle directly over her hindquarters, and lowered his head in response to her further guidance, nuzzling against her sheath. She released her grip on his hair and let out a long sigh, relaxing back into the pillows. He obediently kissed and nuzzled at her sheath, slowly drawing out the cock within it, which didn't take long at all. When it stood free Flame kissed it too, planting kisses one by one up the shaft, feeling the heat of it under his lips, inhaling the ever-so-faint musk of it as he went.

On reaching the tip he kissed there as well, then licked, running his tongue across the flat tip, then around the edges of it, and then down the side. He cupped a hoof under it as he lapped at it, caressing it all over with his tongue, losing himself in the worship of it. He made occasional soft sounds of pleasure as he did, and felt rewarded whenever he heard a similar sound of enjoyment from Perique.

Eventually he worked his way back up to the tip again, and this time he carefully took the head of Perique's cock into his mouth. She let out a soft moan at that, which sent another trill of pleasure through Flame. His wings came a little further open, and his own cock was out and hard, though he paid it no attention, as he wrapped his lips around Perique and caressed along the head of her cock with his tongue. His fangs, though small, were quite sharp, and he had to be careful of them, but he'd done this often enough to know how to keep his lips over them. He'd bite himself a bit in the process, but that was well worth it, in his opinion.

Slowly he sank further down, working back and forth a little as he did, taking Perique further and further into his mouth. Her cock filled his mouth in a wonderful way, and he rubbed his tongue against it, caressing it as he took it deeper. He paused when it reached the back of his throat, then carefully sank down those last few inches, until his nose was pressed against her stomach. He instinctively swallowed around her cock, his throat muscles squeezing it, and she let out another moan at the sensation. A wonderful shiver ran down his spine as he heard the sound, and he set to work pleasing her further, pulling all the way back, his lips and tongue caressing along her length, and then going back down again.

As he set up a slow, sensual rhythm, he was rewarded with another moan of pleasure, and the feel of Perique's hoof stroking his mane. He let out a muffled moan of his own, completely lost in the bliss of pleasing her.

He increased the pace a bit, eager now to reach his destination, to taste her more fully. Perique responded, lifting her hips a little bit into each stroke, pushing her cock deeper down his throat. He shuddered, his wings flaring out. It was difficult not to gag as she thrust into him, yet it was wonderful, a submissive thrill that got even better as she brought up her other hoof, both of them on the back of his head now, pushing him down, and started to fuck his throat in earnest.

Every ounce of his being was focused on her cock, on the feel of it, on the little motions of lips and tongue that still tried to give her the greatest possible pleasure even as she took her pleasure herself, and on the increasingly difficult struggle not to gag. It was intense almost beyond bearing, nearly too much, and some small part of him in the back of his head considered flicking his tail, ringing his bell, tapping out for just a moment to recover. Yet he did not. Perhaps in another few seconds he would, perhaps in another minute it would be more than he could bear, but he wanted to bear it, he wanted to be pushed to the very limit, and he wanted to be rewarded, not even with the blood they had bargained for, but with her seed, her cries of pleasure, her fulfillment. Knowing that she was growing nearer made the struggle worth it, and he never ceased his efforts to add every bit of possible pleasure to the blowjob, not even when the moment finally came, and he did gag briefly as her cock flared out inside his throat, choking him completely, her seed shooting down his throat so deeply that he couldn't even taste it.

Even as thick, hot cum shot from her twitching, pulsing cock she let her hips fall, pulling back so that her seed flooded his mouth, over his tongue, some of it leaking from the edges of his mouth. He managed to keep his lips mostly closed as the last pulses pumped into his mouth, and when Perique's cock was finally still he pulled the rest of the way back himself, lifting his head and then swallowing the faintly bitter mouthful he held.

Perique let out a long, contented sigh. "Mmm."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Flame, looking up at her with a blissful, slightly dazed smile. He wiped the little escaped trickle of semen from his muzzle almost absently.

Perique ruffled his mane again. "Good boy," she said.

"Thank you," repeated Flame, even more pleasure flooding through him. He gave a happy little wiggle like a puppy; it felt so good to have pleased her.

"I think you've definitely earned your reward." Perique made a beckoning gesture, and Flame's fogged mind managed to parse it properly enough. He scooted up to lie along her side, and she turned to him, wrapping her forelegs around him, stroking slowly down his back and along his wings. He sighed deeply and tucked his head beneath her chin, nuzzling at her collarbone, then from there to the side of her neck.

She continued to stroke his wings softly, and he finally dared to nip lightly, delicately, there where her blood was still rushing swift beneath the skin, heated with recent passion. She made a soft sound of approval. He kissed the spot and murmured, "Thank you, again." Then, his whole being humming with pleasure and anticipation, he bit down, hard.

He felt Perique twitch, heard her indrawn breath, a shock going through her at the inevitable stab of pain. But his fangs were sharp and he'd bitten down fast, so the pain was as mild as it could be.

Flame drank then, slowly, his muzzle pressed tightly to Perique's neck as he savored each drop of warm, copper-salt blood. He drifted in it, enveloped in a red sea far more profound than the ocean of red in the ballroom below. Perique's blood was a gift of life, an energy and a sweetness, wonderful beyond words, the final stage of the submissive mindset he'd slipped into before. He had submitted, and served, and was now rewarded with this moment beyond self, beyond even needing, and he lost himself utterly in that escape.

Eventually the moment came to an end. The flow of red had slowed, and Flame had taken all he needed, so at last he lifted his head, with a deep, profound sigh, and gently kissed the small red marks he'd left. "Thank you ma'am," he said drowsily.

Perique lifted a hoof and stroked his mane again, and he smiled happily as he tucked his head down against her chest. She nuzzled the top of his head, and the two lay together contentedly, basking in a mutual afterglow.

*****

It was quite some time later when Perique cleared her throat and said, "Flame?"

"Hmm?" The sound was no longer the fuzzy, half-out-of-it murmur it had been; Flame was more or less back in his right mind, having slowly drifted up out of deep subspace as they rested.

"This may sound somewhat strange, but you do not seem to be breathing."

"Only to talk," he said with a small chuckle. The grip of her forelegs around him had loosened, so he rolled away from her a bit, to lie on his back beside her, still touching but no longer intertwined.

"You're a vampire," she said, sounding as if she didn't believe it even as she said it.

"I said I was, didn't I?"

"A real vampire, not a role." He noticed she was breathing just a little bit faster.

"Yes. I feed here so I can take from the willing. From the eager, quite often. It beats preying on ponies who might be terrified or traumatized. I don't like hurting people."

"I see." She paused for a time. He wondered if she was afraid. Her voice didn't sound like it. Eventually she said, "May I ask you about it?"

"Certainly."

"Have you, ah, been so for long?"

A smile quirked up the corner of his mouth at that. "You're really asking how old I am, I suspect. I've been a vampire a bit over twenty years now. I was eighteen at the time. I just turned thirty-nine."

She blinked. "You are older than I, then."

"I won't hold it against you."

That prompted a laugh, and not a nervous one, though her pulse was still perhaps a touch fast. And if that wasn't fear, what else could it be but excitement? Well, he'd known already that she was into vampire play. Apparently the real thing was exciting as well.

"I am trying to choose from a thousand questions now. I suppose I shall ask if you know about the Father of Vampires? About us?"

Flame blinked, then shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't. I don't know a lot of vampire lore. I've made a point of finding out the practical bits, but most of the legends and stories are passed down by a vampire's sire, and I was made by a rogue, somebody working outside the bounds of consent entirely. He was... not keen on teaching, I'll leave it at that."

"I could tell you some of it, perhaps. There are ancient ties between your kind and mine, and certain tales that I know that perhaps are part of your heritage."

"Between vampires and thestrals, you mean?"

"Aye. We are creatures of the night also, after all."

"Heh. I suppose that's true. I'd like that. And I'm also looking forward to our hunt."

Now it was Perique's turn to chuckle. "Oh?"

"Yes. Tonight has been wonderful. It's hard to even explain how good it is to be able to get into that space, to serve and be rewarded... Though I suppose you may know, since you switch." Perique nodded and he continued. "But having gotten that particular itch scratched, I'm already feeling a bit of the other itch. I do enough predator play that you'd think I'd be bored with it, but, well..." he gave her a warm smile. "I think I like you. That makes a difference. And I think you'll be fun to chase." The smile widened to a somewhat more predatory grin.

"Ohmy." Perique blushed.

"Does the day after tomorrow suit you? It's tempting to suggest tomorrow, honestly, but I have a few other things planned, so I will have to restrain myself and wait."

Still blushing, but also smiling, Perique replied, "The day after tomorrow suits me just fine. And I shall be looking forward to it quite a lot."