Strigoi Boyfriend: Briareos 2 (rough draft)

Dr. Navaro and Irini are introduced to Briareos not long after your return. Dr. Navaro is interested from a scientific standpoint, wanting to study him and learn about his anatomy. Irini has her own machinations, but she is also interested in his mind and what he is able to learn. Better yet, she wants to know what he remembers since his age is quite advanced.

Briareos’ shapeshifting abilities come into play, taking a more human looking guise for when Dr. Navaro and Irini visit. He doesn’t care to wear much clothing, just some pants and a coat, which seems to illicit a reaction from both parties.

“Now how can we be so certain you are not mind controlling our dear friend?” Irini asks him one day, luxuriously posed across a sofa while Briareos stands before the fire.

“Because she would be most unlike herself,” you speak for him. “She would be empty, and her eyes would be rolled into the back of her head.”

“Fascinating,” Dr. Navaro whispers, adjusting his glasses. “What do you do in order to control someone.”

Briareos’ gaze goes into the fireplace before turning and looking back at him. “It is easier to control someone who is vague in personality and thought. Someone who is constantly thinking has too much noise in their mind. Someone who is charming might have an influence over me. It is best to find someone who has very little between the ears.”

Irini is grinning from ear to ear. “So you’re saying stupid people make the best targets?”

“There are plenty of intelligent people who are empty headed,” you continue speaking for Briareos. “Most animals make good targets. Most do not need much thought throughout the day but survival. The goats back in the mountains made wonderful companions for us.”

“I wonder if this is where the visage of the devil came from,” Irini begins to ponder. “Perhaps it was a Strigoi, ages ago, who had shifted into a goat and was caught by someone who claimed they were the devil.” Her bright smile becomes even brighter. “Our lady here told us Strigoi had started quite a lot of myths and legends because of their abilities. Perhaps you are the devil also.”

Briareos smiles towards irini and nods his head.

“Back when we were numerous, we took pleasure in frightening and tricking humanity. Perhaps that hindered us more than helped us.”

“How many of you are there, anyways?” Dr. Navaro asks.

Briareos goes quiet in your mind, he looks at the doctor with a rather harsh stare before he turns away and goes to sit in a large chair. He looks back to the fire, his eyes and throat glowing despite his guise.

“He doesn’t want to talk about it.” You move towards the center of the room. “I think he is growing tired from holding up the disguise. We can talk more tomorrow.” You usher Irini and Dr. Navaro back towards the stairs, seeing them up before you went back down.

Briareos has stripped off the clothes you gave him to wear, as well as his human visage. He stands before the fire, skin glowing with the radiance of the flames. You approach him, standing towards the edge of the room while he stares into the fireplace. You walk past him, going to the table to pour yourself a cup of tea. As you set the teapot aside Briareos is behind you, breathing against your neck.

You add sugar to your tea and take a sip. “You’ll have to answer their questions eventually. They should know you are able to at least communicate with them and not just through me.”

“I don’t wish to talk about the others,” His voice growls in your mind. “I came here because of your promise.”

“They will be your friends too if you allowed them. They are both good people who want to help. The more we know, the better we can understand, the better we can teach, and the less fear that will permeate through the world.”

His sharp finger brushes up the back of your neck, sending tingling pulses down through your body. “I am learning about them.” He captures a curl at the nape of your neck that has worked loose from your bun. He tugs on it, inching in close to lick your skin.

You take another sip of tea, burning your tongue just a bit. “What do you need to know?” You set the cup down from your hands shaking.

“If they are true,” he whispers. “If they will take my people as seriously as they take their own.” He begins pulling up your skirt and touching your bare skin. “You said they would be willing to help build the next generation. If that is the case, I must be certain they are worthy of my brother and sister.”

You smirk to yourself. “So you have siblings.”

Briareos bends you over the table, pulling your skirts all the way up. “I knew you the moment I could hear you whispering in the distance of my mind.” His hands knead and massage your rear, cupping it then slapping it. “I chose you as my mate because already our minds had been bonded.”He spanks our ass again. “That is how I know you like this.”

You’re biting your lip, moaning with pleasure as he spanks you. “A little pain is good for growing.” You look over your shoulder. “Both for you and for me.”

Briareos watches you closely, his eyes glowing, his throat rumbling. He rubs your ass where he has spanked before clapping his palm to the flesh again. “Do you know how we used to take mates back in the day?” He soundly spanks you again. You can feel yourself dripping down your thigh.

“Stories of kidnappings are quite prevalent in my grandfather’s journal.”

Briareos bends down, kissing and biting your ass playfully. “Similar minds like yours and mine would call out to each other.” His tongue laps over your skin as he speaks into your mind. “The Strigoi would come down and take their human. But only if they were clean.” He slap syour ass again then rubs.

You whimper out loud and moan in pleasure. “What dictates clean?”

“No drugs, no alcohol, not pregnancy, unless it was their own making.” He spreads your cheeks apart to find your slit dripping wet and hot. “And no children.” He presses his fingers inside you and opens them inside to see within you.

“But those were the days before the vampires came into existence. Before your ancestors and their blood feud.” He bites your thigh and begins moving his fingers inside you. “Which brings me back to before,” he growls. “Trust must be earned.” He rises back up, his fingers still buried inside you, squishing wetly between your thighs.

“I understand,” you mewl. Your cheek is smashed to the table top.

Briareos stands behind you and grabs your hands, he holds both wrists in one hand while the other pushes against your lower back. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, my mate,” you moan.

You take his cock, having come to know every inch of him. His voice rumbles deep inside your mind, breathing as he moves himself deeper. He lets go of your wrists and he turns you onto your side, placing your leg over his shoulder. From this angle you can see everything, his body, the tension on his sharp face, his cock as it moves inside you.

“Briareos,” you moan to him. “Harder, now.”

Briareos bucks hard, shaking the table as well as you. He rams deeply, driving himself faster inside. You cry out, eyes rolling into the back your head, mind going blank. If this was what he wanted for mind control, now was the opportune time.

You claw up his arm before grabbing him roughly. Your body shakes, legs spasm before you jerk and thrust your hips to meet him. He then stills, grabbing your leg hard so you can’t move. Buried deep he releases, and he won’t pull out again until he is certain.

He lays with you before the fire, both of you silent for a long while.

“I had a mate like you once before I had to take my people deep into the mountains. She was tender and sweet, but she was ravenous like you. She gave me three sons before her family had her burned.”

You sit up and look down at him. “I’m sorry, Briareos.”

“My sons sought revenge when they were older, and it was the resulting bloodlust that changed them.” He sits up and glares hatefully into your eyes.

You touch his face and he hides his eyes against your palm. “Vampires,” you whisper.

Briareo’s snarls and his lip curls up. “They lost control and became some of the first.” He looks back at you. “What mankind thought of us, we eventually became. For better or worse, I am not sure what this change was.”

You press your forehead to his. “Do you know where they are? Your sons?”

“I sometimes feel them, but no.” Briareos stands back up. “They lost who they were, so I am uncertain if they even remember me.”

You follow after him, touching his back. The ridge of his spine is covered with downy soft white fur, leading into a small tail at the top of his ass. You kiss his back and feel him shiver.

“I’m sorry, I wish I knew what to say or how to help you. But this is something I have no expertise in.” You stroke your hand around to the front and place your palm over his chest. “All I can offer is my body for comfort.”

He takes hold of your hand. “You have made a promise to me that brings me comfort as well. As long as you remember it, it will warm the cold inside me.”

You kiss his back again. “I am your mate, and I will bear your children gladly.”

Briareos turns and looks down upon you. “I will try harder to be welcoming to your friends,” he offers. “But it will take time.”

The next day, Briareos allows Dr. Navaro to study him. He poses naked, letting Dr. Navaro give him an exam. Irini sits with you, sketching in her book.

“Lucky you,” she whispers to you.

“Why, Irinis, whatever do you mean?” You giggle playfully.

Irini gives you a look with those dark eyes of hers. “You know exactly what I mean, my friend.” She glances back to Briareos. “Even with his strange features, he is like snow in July. A surprising miracle, refreshing, and sometimes needed.” She looks back to her sketches, which she lists theories and ideas.

You smirk and look back at Briareos who has heard everything and is chuckling smugly inside. “Maybe if you ask him nicely, he’ll pose some more for you.”

“I would love that, but surely after this and Dr. Navaro’s cold hands, he will be exhausted. I wouldn’t not want to push the fellow.” She sighs deeply. “Must be hard enough being away from his kin, especially if they are as fleeting as you say.”

Briareos looks at Irini and tilts his head to the side.

“I think if you asked him, he would at least hear you out.” You motion towards Briareos who then beckons Irini over with his fingers.

She shyly gets up and walks over to him. “After your exam, sir, I would very much like to draw you. I think it would help to inspire my poetry if I were to study you up close.”

Dr. Navaro chuckles. “You’ve never said that to me when you sketch me.”

“What is there to say, fair doctor? I sketch you to relax.” She then looks back up at Briareos. “You do not have to agree.”

“He would like it,” you answer for him. “Whatever you would like.”

Irini beams. “Wonderful.”

Dr. Navaro finishes his exam, and excitedly sits aside to write out everything. Briareos then poses for Irini, who has him lounge upon the sofa for her. She guides his limbs, moving him gently so that the sketches she completes will eventually be transcribed into words and poetry.

“You have a way of bringing out an eroticisim in him I haven’t seen before,” you marvel.

“Really?” Irini quips. “I figured you would have seen everything in him.” Her hands are stained with charcoal which she uses to make her drawings. Her pictures of him are dark and shaded, but yet, she still manages to capture the vivid white of his skin in a remarkable way.

“He’s curious about how you use drawings to write poetry,” you say to Irini.

“It's quite simple really, but perhaps it’s just the way my mind works.” She looks to Briareos as she speaks. “When I draw, I can visualize the words in my head, I can see the poetry forming. The jut of your hip, the curve of your leg, the texture of your skin, it all comes together to make a vivid and often lengthy list of phrases and paragraphs in my mind, which the drawing helps me weave together to make something cohesive and beautiful.”

“It is true,” Briareos says to you. “Her mind is so full I can barely find her inside it. “Same for the doctor over there. Their minds are quite similar, I am surprised they are not coupled.”

“That’s probably half the problem,” you tell him. “They are too similar, which is probably why they have done nothing to one another.” You look back down at Irini’s drawings. “If you would be interested,” you say out loud, “I could read you one of Irini’s books.”

“That would be nice.” Briareo’s licks across his teeth.

“What did he say?” Irini asks excitedly.

Briareos whispers to you. “Should I show her more?”

You give him a stern gaze which Irini catches. “What did he say?”

“He’s being naughty,” you reply.

Dr. Navaro raises his head. “What now?”

“Nothing doctor,” Irini calls back. “He’s simply revving his prodigious engine.”

You give her a playful shove as the doctor approaches you. “It would be beneficial for my research if he’d be willing to put on a display. If that was alright with you, my lady.”

You look at Briareos and chuckle. “He’s thinking about it.”

Briareos stands from the sofa, his cock standing high and bobbing before his body. He looks into Irini’s eyes as she begins a new sketch.

“The storm of heaves the two of you must make,” Dr. Navaro jibes.

You smirk at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying him from an academic perspective?”

“How can he?” Irini pops in. “All the good doctor has ever wanted was to suck the dick of the supernatural.”

Dr. Navaro pats the top of her head. “Look who's talking.”

Briareos then takes a blanket and covers himself. “He says the two of you are having far too much fun.”

“Wait! I need the shading! The shading!” Irini whines. “The shadow his cock made was so lovely! I could write sonnets just about that shadow.”

“That’s my shadow,” you say with a smirk.

After the two leave you kneel down in front of Briareos. He moves aside the blanket and you place your hands upon his thighs.

“Your thoughts were quite loud. I was having a hard time controlling myself in front of them.” He arches his hips, placing himself closer to your lips.

You reach around, grabbing his ass as you take his cock into your mouth. Growls ripple from his chest and through him, you moan in reply, so it vibrates back up. You knead against his ass, feeling him surge as you do.

He grabs the top of your head, tangling into your hair. You turn your gaze up to him, watching his expression drip like honey. His cock pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You choke slightly, turning your head so you can take more. You reach down with one hand to touch yourself, rolling your fingertips over you clit.

“This will not help the mating,” he growls.

You moan against him, taking him to your throat again. “This is just a treat for being a good boy.” Drool drips from your chin, and your fingers have sunk between his cheeks. You press a finger inside him just as you dip your fingers inside yourself. Briareos loses his train of thought, he’s close, you can feel it. You thrust your fingers inside yourself, deeping the finger inside him. Briareos grunts and chokes, his voice begins to come out as his throat glows brightly.  His cock throbs, pushing deeper and gushing into your throat. He holds you there, keeping you on him like when he stays inside.

He pulls out slowly, watching you while he does. He heaves, falling back onto the sofa. You’re a mess and your jaw hurts, but you grin with pride having brought him down in such a way.

You sit beside him on the sofa while he regains his thought and is able to speak into your mind again. His eyes glow gold as he gazes upon you.

“Do you like me now?” You ask.

“What?”

“I asked you on our journey here if you liked me. You merely alluded that you tolerated me.” You place your hand upon his chest as it glows. “Time has passed between us now, almost months. I would like to know if you like me.”

Briareo’s smooths his fingers through your hair before catching your chin. “You are my mate.”

“But that doesn’t mean you like me.”

He smirks. “Do you like me?”

“I adore you, but please answer me.” You give him a pout. “Answer me directly, I can take your answer if it’s cruel.”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “I do not need to share the bed with you, and yet I do. I want to.” He tilts his head. “Will that answer do?”

You smile and lay your head upon his chest. “Yes. It does.”