Disclaimer:
Nick Night, Vachon and all other Forever Knight characters and places belong to James Parriott and Sony, not me (dammit). This story is solely for entertainment purposes and I get nothing but satisfaction from it (not to mention a woody).

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Dark Knight (1/1) ADULT!
by Cliff Roberts
March 10, 1999

Vachon found himself handcuffed on the floor in a darkened room that he didn't know but there seemed to be some kind of subdued organ music leaking from somewhere and filling the room. He looked up and saw detective Nicholas Knight standing over him, naked. That was when we felt himself completely nude on a cold floor. He tried to break free of the detective's manacles, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't. No amount of his vampiric strength could budge the seemingly plain cuffs and worse than that, he didn't remember Knight putting them on him or why.

Nick looked down at Vachon, no emotion detectable on his face but his right hand was stroking the massive erection jutting out from his lightly blood slicked body. Vachon noticed the thick veins decorating the heavy cock. He watched the out and in strokes that Nick was using. His eyes traveled down the lightly furred thighs, taut and flexing, the well formed calves towering over him. Vachon's hand was manipulating his own sudden throbber at this point. His right hand jerking his rod as his left remained chained and resting on his stomach. Vachon pressed his fingers around his cock root, waving his uncut tool in the cool air. His mouth watered for the paler cock hovering above him, stroked right in front of his face. He looked at Nick's blonde furred balls, his silky foreskin and the pouting piss slit and was nearly mesmerized by it all. He was also enraptured by Nick's different masturbatory techniques: overhanded, underhanded, twiddling the head with his fingertips and thumb, stroking the shaft with just index finger and thumb, then back to full handed root to head strokes. Nick's body shimmered, what seemed miles high over him, coated with a thin layer of blood that further enraged Vachon's appetite. Vachon released his cock and reached up for Nick who cruelly batted at his hands and roughly pushed him away. Vachon reached up again, raising up onto his knees, reaching for Nick's chest and erect nipples, Nick snarled his fangs at him and forcefully threw him back down onto the cold floor then turned his back on Vachon.

Nick's hands went from his cock slowly to his sides and then down his thighs. His hips shifted left to right as his hands came back up and over his buttocks. He rotated his ass and looked seductively over his shoulder, biting his lips he motioned to Vachon with a cock of his head. Vachon strained his arms upward, for some reason unable to move his torso as Nick's hands drifted up his round full cheeks and dipping in towards the center. Pushing his ass out he ran his hands back down his thighs. Vachon found the strength to raise up a fraction and just as his hands were almost touching those inviting cheeks Nick pushed him away once more without even looking back. Vachon pulled at the cuffs and they still held fast. Nick looked over his shoulder and biting his lips he motioned to Vachon again rubbing his ass up and down with one hand. The flesh yielded and quickly sprang back as Nick closed his eyes, opened his mouth and silently moaned. Vachon reached forward, and was yet again knocked away. Vachon threw his head back in a silent cry frustration as Nick turned around swaying his hips from side to side, one hand once again on his powerful cock, the other stroking his chest and down his side. Vachon turned his head and closed his eyes trying not to look at his tormentor, grasping his cock in his still cuffed hand he jerked his agonizingly stiff prick,. his nuts were tight against the root of his shaft and they bounced as he pounded his hard shaft. Vachon began to grimace as he felt his fluid rising, Nick's face began to change into a mask of unbridled vampiric lust as well, his vampire eyes blazing cinder, his long white fangs growing like twin oral phallises and an unheard animal roar lifting and dropping Nick's chest. As the first blast of cum escaped Vachon's trembling cock detective Nick Knight put his foot on the Spanish vampire's shoulder re-establishing his authority even in the throws of Vachon's wrenching orgasm. Jet after powerful white jet of cum shot out from Vachon and with each burst Nick pressed his foot a little harder onto him, forcing him completely on the floor during his passionate release. Vachon's cum spattered the floor between his thighs, drying quickly. As Vachon's cock began to soften Nick began to pant and grabbed Vachon's long black hair. He jerked him up into a sitting position and pointed his cock at Vachon's chest. Thick ropes of undead spooge shot out of Nick's cock and splattered upon Vachon's chest. Another pearlescent garland landed on his pectorals coating his right nipple, another bathed his left, as another spray plastered his chest hair togather in one gooy mess. One load after another after another inundated Vachon till the bound vampire began to wonder if a vampire could actually drown. Nick heaved and panted but still without a sound.

Vachon jerked up, Urs was still laying by his side, asleep. Vachon carefully pulled his arm from under the sleeping vamp's head and looked around the old church. Still daylight outside he quickly determined due to centuries of exsperience. The dream retreated to wherever it came from leaving Vachon with an uncomfortable questioning as to why he woke up with such a start. Unable to remember he laid back down, wrapped his arm around Urs, whispered into her ear

"Care for a little nibble?"

She grumble incoherantly, shrugged him off and turned over, the sheet slide away revealing the curve of her spine and buttocks and suddenly it all came flooding back to Vachon in one confusing vision, like blood from a freshly opened artery.

The End

Forever Yours,
Cliff, Vaquero, Rainbow Night, Unnamed
"I'm a stud muffin" Vachon
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