"How else am I supposed to finish." Elijah closed his eyes to the man who still occupied his field of vision. "You obviously aren't going to be fucking me anytime soon." Elijah bit his lip and did his best to cut off his emotions. There was no way he could ever do it completely. That was only for the very newly turned. He could wall himself off and pretend that they weren't there for short periods of time, but he was far too old to not experience them completely.
The old were masters of manipulation, and what they always self-proclaimed as shutting them off, was merely placing up a facade and living the way the monster inside them wished them to live, giving into every desire that flipped that basic switch inside them. Eat, fuck, drink and be merry no matter who or what got hurt or dead. Elijah couldn't even do that any longer. He could only pretend to be cold and a wall of nonchalance, when he was nothing of the sort. He felt everything every bit if not stronger than everyone else around him.
He hated his brother for taking on this particular slave that was giving him so much trouble. "What were you planning on finishing anyways. Breaking my heart again? Don't bother. I don't have one any longer." Elijah brought his fingers up and over the tip of his wilting cock, and tried to bring it back to life to show that he didn't care what he was saying.
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Date: 2023-07-29 11:54 pm (UTC)The old were masters of manipulation, and what they always self-proclaimed as shutting them off, was merely placing up a facade and living the way the monster inside them wished them to live, giving into every desire that flipped that basic switch inside them. Eat, fuck, drink and be merry no matter who or what got hurt or dead. Elijah couldn't even do that any longer. He could only pretend to be cold and a wall of nonchalance, when he was nothing of the sort. He felt everything every bit if not stronger than everyone else around him.
He hated his brother for taking on this particular slave that was giving him so much trouble. "What were you planning on finishing anyways. Breaking my heart again? Don't bother. I don't have one any longer." Elijah brought his fingers up and over the tip of his wilting cock, and tried to bring it back to life to show that he didn't care what he was saying.