Of Sacred Time and Lacking Visuals

A chilling tone whistled through the labyrinth of underground caverns where many of odd beasts resided. Though these beasts were nowhere to be found as two heroes decided to take refuge. One was lighting candles in a ritualistic manner as the other looked on with intrigue. As all candles were lit, a faint warmth filled the room where took refuge Strygwyr, the Bloodseeker, loyal hound of the Flayed Ones and Darkterror, the Faceless Void, resident of the timeless Claszureme.

“I’ve never done this with somebody else around.”, sheepishly spoke Strygwyr as he sat with a bucket in his lap.

Darkterror stood, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed. “Does fright have a hold on you?”

“No.”, the Bloodseeker denied, fidgeting with the bucket at hand. “Just a little, kinda excited too.”

“Frenzied, as one would say?”

“Nothing as bad as the battlefield, I assure you.”

“If you have confidence by all means begin the ceremonies.”

Strygwyr growled at the condescening attitude while he started the ritual, calming himself with a deep breath. Both of the Bloodseeker’s hands went into the bucket and pulled them back with blood covering his fingers. Forming intricate trails of blood over his arms, chest and legs, Strygwyr traced his hunter body with the crimson liquid. Low grunting came from Bloodseeker as the blood covered his body as his senses slowly started to overwhelm him, but stilled himself and started a prayer.

“O Flayed Ones, your hound speaks to you.
To let your unholy toture be remembered
As your aimless vengence reaches all corners;
Blood spilt from everyone dismembered.”

Lifting the bucket over his head, Bloodseeker proceeded to pour blood over his head letting it drip all over his head, dripping all over traditional garb and bare skin. As he put the the bucket down, Strygwyr tilted his head up to revel in the smell in the cave filling the room as the blood. The loyal hound continue the rite as he lifted the bucket up to his mouth.

“The necessary vitality in all living beings.
Ever present, ever protected, ever precious;
Crimson flowing to the beat of life itself,
To wade in it endlessly would be righteous.”

Bloodseeker proceeded to drink from the rest of the blood with deep gulps. Upon finishing, Strygwyr licked his lips to catch any excess, running hands over his stomach. The outstanding Faceless Void observed with concern. “Do you still seek blood, Bloodseeker?”, Darkterror said chuckling to himself.

“Clever, but I’m fine. Just wish I could drink straight from the tap.”

A heavy sigh came from Darkterror as he walked over to the candle circle. “And those wretched beings that resided here are long gone. A bit out of luck.”

“I mean…you could let me feed off of you.”, Bloodseeker got up, still covered in blood and approached the Faceless Void. “I’ve been a good little pup, right? I think it’s time I got a treat.”, Darkterror pressed his back more firmly against the wall as Strygwyr got uncomfortably close. Hunter hands found themselves on both sides of Faceless Void, Strygwyr’s short stature put his face directly in front of Darkterror’s torso as to hear and feel his heartbeat.

“You were willing to share with me. Only fair to do the same.”, Faceless Void proceeded to remove one of his bracers and presented his wrist. Grabbing eagerly, Strygwyr prepared to feed on his friend by nibbling to loosen Darkterror’s skin. Teeth gently teased Darkterror’s skin until they rended a vein open, letting the Bloodseeker feast. Strygwyr licked hungrily at the wound as he tasted the blood thoroughly before calming down, suckling on the wound. Settling to sit on the floor, Darkterror layed back as the hunter straddled his leg. Shortly after getting comfortable, the Void’s wound slowed it’s blood flow. Many futile strokes of the tongue ran over the purple wrist, before Bloodseeker scanned the Faceless Void’s body to feed more to mull over opportunities. Darkterror’s solid ankles that bore hooves would act similarly to his wrist. Those bare thighs, while impressive, would take too much to get a decent amount of blood so Bloodseeker focused on his friend’s torso. Teasing licks ran over one of Faceless Void’s nipples before Strygwyr chomped down hard. Painful writhing occurred, Darkterror shifted about in agony letting the later tender licks soothe him. Blood dripped from purple chest with a careful tongue running over to catch the precious crimson flowing down gently. The oral action slowed to a stop as Strygwyr honed in on Darkterror’s neck.

Crawling up to the wounded man, Bloodseeker started to nibble on the purple neck. Faceless Void shifted around as his neck was gnawed on, moaning quietly as Strygwyr ran his mouth over the pulsating vein. The hunter was frenzied unlike Darkterror had seen before as he could hear the blood pumping through the man feeding on him. Blood became thick in the air as Strygwyr’s heart raced, tensing his body all over. Inbetween bloody legs as hands wandered to Bloodseeker’s own throbbing erection. Darkterror, fully engrossed in the pain, didn’t take notice when the blood fiend started stroking his member with hemophilic delight. Blood flowed through his veins, over his body and down his throat peaking Strygwyr’s excitement, coming closer to completion. More crimson ran past the hunter’s mouth, working his hand faster as his senses became overwhelmed. Strygwyr’s hand was a blur over his crotch as he came through the loincloth he was wearing. Wiping on the blood from his face and obscuring, the mess inbetween his legs, Bloodseeker came to realize that his friend was unconscious from blood loss. “Not again…”

Moments later Faceless Void found himself waking from a heavy slumber with Bloodseeker resting on his head on the purple lap. After gently patting his head, worry seeped through Darkterror as he clutched at his wounded neck. His usual bare neck had Strygwyr’s cowl. It was latched on tight, not tight enought to choke Darkterror, but enough so that the cowl was uncomfortable. The Faceless Void moved to bare his neck yet again, stopping as he remembered his wound. Waking from his blood drained state, Darkterror saw that his body was properly dressed of the wounds his blood crazed associated inflicted him with. While he didn’t appreciated the new possible scars, Darkterror took quiet comfort that the leech before him cared enough to not suck him dry. Although with the feeling that he got earlier Faceless Void foresaw a favorable future for the two of them.