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meeting, and how Marcus had left me with a desperate need to see him again.
    DUET IN BLOOD
    J.P. Bowie
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    “Yes…” Bernard smiled at me. “Marcus has that effect on many people.” He touched my cheek gently. “If our paths cross again, I will be sure to tell him of your plight. These monsters are our enemies, bent on our destruction. What is it they intend to do with you?”
    “They want to give me immortality, so that I will not age. They said your blood would assure that.”
    “Yes, it will, but it will also cause you to become like me. Have they told you that?”
    “They say not. They claim their magic can control the change.”
    “Hmm…that’s interesting. The wizards may have powers we do not yet know of.”
    “They are vile,” I said, with vehemence. “You cannot know what they do to me.”
    “I can guess.” His eyes reflected a sadness that made me ask what pained him so.
    “When I was but a babe,” he said, “I was taken in by monks who raised me to manhood.”
    “But from the sound of your voice it was not a happy time,” I remarked.
    “No, it was not. You say I cannot know what these men do to you, but Joseph, I do know, for that was what I was subjected to until the eighteenth year of my life—until Marcus came and freed me from their abuse.” He smiled sadly. “If there was a window in this cell, I would fly you out of here.”
    “Could you make me stronger than they want you to?” I asked him.
    He nodded. “Yes, I can do that. In my veins runs one of the most powerful strains of vampire blood, gifted to me by Marcus. But remember, because of its potency, it may be beyond their magic to prevent you from becoming a vampire.”
    “That is a risk I am glad to take,” I said, pulling him into my arms. “Take my blood, now…”
    His bite stung my neck, but again, I felt an incredible sexual rush as he sucked from me.
    I tore at his clothing until we were both naked. My hot skin pressed tightly against his cool flesh, our cocks throbbing as our bodies writhed together in our rapturous embrace. He pulled back from my throat, his eyes glazed with a different kind of lust, the kind that I would eventually come to know and experience for myself—the bloodlust. With enormous control, he turned from me, and with his fangs still exposed, bit deeply into his wrist then held it to my lips.
    “Drink now, Joseph. Drink deeply and become stronger than your enemies.”
    DUET IN BLOOD
    J.P. Bowie
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    I grabbed his hand and fastened my mouth on the streaming wound. I gulped at the blood, almost choking on its richness, feeling its heat infiltrate every cell of my body, bringing with it the promise of eternal life.
    Thoroughly sated, I fell back on the bed, Bernard’s body covering mine. Our lips met in a kiss born of hunger, of need and of a deep abiding passion for one another. I opened myself to him, and his hard cock pushed its way inside me, filling me completely. Bound together by his pulsing flesh, wrapped in each other’s arms, he raised me to the heights of ecstasy.
    Sensations I had not known since the time I had lain with Marcus now overwhelmed me with their intensity. I cried out and sobbed with joy and wonder as I felt myself transported by the sheer power of our passion.
    No words could adequately express the intense rapture that enveloped me as our
    bodies cleaved together in a union that seemed to me both spiritual as well as physical. The power of the desire he instilled in me was overwhelming. I felt as if I was drowning in his flesh, that he was in possession not only of my body, but also of my soul. Every part of me yearned for his touch even though it was almost too much to bear. Every fibre in my being was aflame with lust and desire.
    A long wrenching cry, stifled by his mouth on mine, was torn from me as I climaxed, my orgasm gushing from me, dizzying me with its power. A moment later, Bernard’s body stiffened, his arms tightened around me and he let out a soft,