The vampire king stared down at our slightly hairy, but extremely firm and supple young bodies hungrily.

"For telling you where Louis is, I want your youth."

Huh? This was a strange request.

"Our youth? But Boss, aren't vampires immortal?"

Stefan nudged me.

"You fucking fool! When they say youth, it means the way to fuck us and drink our bl**d!" he hissed angrily into my ear, dispensing some of his older pack pal wisdom.

Fuck!

I took a moment to consider it before realizing that if we refused, the vampires surrounding us would most definitely swoop down and tear us apart. Not that I was afraid, but right now, it wasn't a situation that we could leave unscathed.

At least by agreeing to the trade, we would have the chance to see Louis again. And as the leader of the vampires, Boss had an example to set. I didn't think he would renege on the terms of offer.

"A-alright, Boss." I nodded.

"You've got yourself a deal."

The vampire king smiled. He stood up, revealing that underneath his robes fit for royalty, he had been wearing nothing all along.

He glided over to us and in one calculated fling, threw his purple kingly robes off to reveal his surprisingly delicious pale vampire body.

My own cock instantly hardened at the sight of Boss' monstrous manhood in front of me.

I was instantly embarrassed and horny at the same time.

"You want our 'youth' now? In front of all your subjects?"

He stepped forward until his face was only mere inches from mine before placing his finger on my lips.

"Shh. Don't question the king."

"Yes Boss."

"Now... beat me off."