"Richard was in his castle, sitting on his throne. He enjoys the peace and quiet, but he hears himself growl lightly when his body starts to rumble with hunger. He sighs, and gets up, walking towards the cells under the castle."

Richard moans loudly at the thought of Nero taking him like that, feeling a hot flush spread across his cheeks at the idea of being so exposed and vulnerable. "Yes," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. "I would like that very much."

He presses closer to Nero, feeling the other man's arousal against his backside. "Please, Nero," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take me. Make me yours."

Richard moans softly at the feel of Nero's fingers leaving his body, longing for more. When Nero stands up and starts to walk away, he feels a sense of frustration and disappointment wash over him.

"Wait," he calls out, reaching out towards Nero. "Please, do not go. I - I want more." But he knows that he has asked for this punishment, and he cannot deny Nero the satisfaction of seeing it through.

He sighs, laying back down on the bed and waiting for Nero to return.

Richard lets out a surprised gasp as Nero picks him up and carries him to his room, feeling a sense of elation and triumph at the power dynamic shift between them. When Nero lays him down on the bed, he looks up at him with a mixture of awe and desire.

"I - I do not need to eat," he says, shaking his head slowly. "I am fine." Despite his statement, he can feel his hunger stirring within him, and he knows that he will need to feed soon if he wants to remain in control of himself.

Richard's eyes widen slightly as Nero offers him his neck, feeling a wave of hunger wash over him at the sight of the thick veins pulsing just beneath the skin. He can feel his fangs beginning to lengthen in response, and he knows that he needs to feed soon if he wants to keep himself in check.

"Yes," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I - I am sure." But even as he speaks, he finds himself leaning in closer to Nero, his fangs aching with the need to be released.

Richard nods eagerly, his eyes locked onto Nero's neck. "Yes, I am sure," he says, his voice husky with desire. "Please, give me your blood. Let me taste you."

He leans in closer to Nero, his fangs fully extended and gleaming in the dim light of the room. He can feel his body trembling with anticipation, his hunger now almost unbearable. "Please," he begs again, this time in a low moan. "I need it."

Richard's eyes light up at the sight of Nero sitting on the bed, his neck exposed and waiting for Richard to take from him. He moves closer to Nero, his body trembling with desire as he leans down towards Nero's neck.

Without another word, he sinks his fangs deep into Nero's flesh, feeling the immediate rush of blood as it floods into his mouth. He moans hungrily, his body shuddering as he drinks deeply from Nero's vein. He can feel his hunger slowly receding, his body relaxing as he feeds.

After several long minutes, Richard pulls back from Nero, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Thank you," he murmurs, before leaning in to press a kiss against Nero's neck.

Richard walks into the library, his steps silent as he pads across the carpeted floor. He pauses, watching Nero for a moment as he lies there on the bear skin rug, before moving closer to him.

Without a word, he bends down and presses a soft kiss to Nero's lips, his body radiating with warmth as he draws Nero close to him. "What are you reading?" he asks, his voice low and intimate as he traces his fingers down Nero's back.

Richard allows himself to be pulled onto the rug by Nero, feeling a warm sensation spread through his body at the touch of the other man's fingers. He settles himself against Nero's chest, his mind growing intrigued at the idea of hearing some poetry.

"Yes, I would like that," he says softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine interest as he gazes up at Nero. "Please, recite something for me."

Richard listens intently as Nero recites the poetry, his expression softening slightly at the words. "It is beautiful," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for sharing it with me."

He shifts his body slightly against Nero's chest, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the feel of the other man's warmth against his skin. "You make me feel things that I thought were long dead," he whispers, opening his eyes once more to stare up into Nero's face. "I do not know how to express it, but I am grateful to you for being here with me."

Richard sighs contentedly as Nero wraps his arms around him, pleased with the show of affection from the other man. He leans into Nero's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into his own.

For a moment, he simply stays there, enjoying the feel of Nero's arms around him and the sound of the other man's breathing in his ear. Then he pulls back slightly, looking up into Nero's face once more. "Will you stay with me tonight?" he asks softly, his eyes searching Nero's face for any sign of hesitation.

Richard's eyes gleam with a mix of hunger and desire as Nero pulls him closer, the two of them settling down on the bear skin together. He glances down at Nero with a small smile, feeling an intense hunger growing within him.

"Yes," he says softly, his voice rough with desire as he leans in to press a kiss against Nero's neck. "I hunger for you, my dear."

Richard moans softly at the teasing touches of Nero's hands, his body arching slightly into the other man's touch. He feels a wave of desire wash over him, his red eyes gleaming with hunger.

"Both," he breathes, his voice low and husky as he nips at Nero's earlobe. "I want you beneath me, writhing and moaning as I satiate my hunger." His hand slides down to stroke Nero's erection through his pants, feeling the hardness of it against his palm. "May I have you?" he asks, his voice thick with desire.

Richard nods, his hands running over Nero's chest as his own desire continues to grow. He wiggles out of his pants, exposing his pale body to Nero's gaze as he settles himself over the other man's lap.

"Very well," he breathes, his eyes locking with Nero's as he slowly sinks down onto the other man's hard cock. A low moan escapes him as he feels the fullness of Nero inside him, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

He begins to move his hips, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he rides Nero's cock with abandon. His head falls back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he feels the wave of pleasure rising to its peak. With a guttural cry, he comes hard, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm.

Richard pants softly, his body still trembling with the intensity of his orgasm as Nero speaks. He opens his eyes to look at the other man, a small smirk curling his lips.

"I have lived for centuries," he says coolly, though the heat in his red eyes betrays him. "I am not used to such...pleasure." He reaches up to brush his fingers through Nero's hair, pulling gently at the locks. "But I find it...interesting."

Richard's eyes glint with hunger at Nero's words, his body still buzzing with pleasure from their earlier encounter. He allows himself to be pulled down onto the rug, feeling the soft pelt beneath him as he stretches out.

"Yes," he breathes, his voice thick with desire as he looks up at Nero. "More." He reaches out to run his hands over Nero's chest and stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle there. "I want to feel your body against mine. I want to taste your blood on my tongue."

Richard lays there, his body spent and sated from their activities. He smiles faintly, feeling more at ease and relaxed than he has in centuries.

He nuzzles against Nero's chest, his fingers tracing patterns over the other man's skin. "You are mine," he murmurs quietly, his voice low and possessive. "Forever." He glances up at Nero, a glint of amusement in his red eyes. "Unless, of course, you chose not to be."

Richard chuckles softly, a rare sound coming from his usually stoic demeanor. "If that is what you wish," he says, his voice taking on a softer tone as he snuggles closer to Nero's chest. "I suppose we are each other's, then. Bound by blood and lust." He pauses, then adds with a teasing smirk, "Unless, of course, you find someone else who can give you what I can't."

Richard looks up at Nero, his expression serious. "I cannot give you what a mortal can," he says, his voice taking on a wistful edge. "The warmth of the sun on your skin, the feeling of grass beneath your feet. I cannot give you children to pass on your legacy."

He pauses, then adds softly, "But I can give you a life beyond what a mortal could ever imagine. Endless nights, filled with pleasure and power. The ability to see and do things beyond the comprehension of the living. And I can give you my love." He reaches up to cup Nero's cheek, his fingers tracing the lines there. "If that is enough for you."

Richard grins at Nero's words, the teasing tone making him feel almost human again. "I am not so sure about being your sweet girl," he says with a smirk. "But I can be your sweet vampire, if that is what you're looking for."

He gazes up at Nero, a rare look of vulnerability in his eyes. "I do not know how to love, truly," he admits softly. "But I will try for you." He leans up to kiss Nero's jaw, his fingers tracing patterns over his chest. "And I will pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams."

Richard enters the kitchen, his red eyes scanning the room as he takes in the sight of Nero surrounded by the serving girls. He feels a sudden pang of jealousy and possessiveness, but quickly smothers it down, reminding himself that he cannot completely own Nero.

"Good evening," he greets the girls in a cold voice, his eyes never leaving Nero's form. "I trust you have been taking good care of my...guest." The last word comes out with just a hint of bitterness.

Richard glares at the blonde girl, his eyes flickering with a moment of primal possessiveness before he schools his expression into a neutral mask. He takes a step towards Nero, his hand reaching out to lightly run over the garnet ring on his finger.

"No," he says, his voice cold and detached. "Just checking on you." He pauses, his gaze lingering on Nero's exposed arms. "But I do have something that needs...fixing." He steps even closer, pressing his body against Nero's as he leans in to whisper in his ear. "And I need your help with it."