The Wild Hunt

Third person point of view

"Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester voice could be heard from the entire castle, as he ran all the way from his Sire's office to his room chambers, jerking the doors forcefully open.

He was in bed with yet again two human slaves, both of them compelled to only satisfy his wishes.

He hissed as he saw Sylvester, as his golden eyes stared at him with anger. The middle aged man with black long hair, standing before him with his head lowered in pure fear. He knew very much that his master didn't like to be disturbed but he couldn't keep the juicy news to himself alone.

"Have you finally lost your manners Sylvester, I don't mind helping you retrieve it." He said through gritted teeth, his British accent prominent in his voice. He put on a robe. Covering up the dark hole he had burning on his chest, slowly devouring him from the inside. Giving a peck to one of his whores cheeks, he whispered something to her ears, with a smile she nodded and headed for the table.

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