Samandriel moaned lowly as Carrick properly fondled him. He hadn't before had fantasies of being passed around like that, of having every hole filled possibly with more than one cock. He definitely was now.
He didn't answer Carrick's questions directly. Instead, he caught his breath enough to sing for the man, an ancient Arcadian song of hearth and home that the vampire likely had not heard for centuries if not longer. His voice was soft and true, trembling ever so slightly when Carrick hit the exact right places on and inside him.
Perhaps soon enough he might realize that he didn't need to go through all the trouble of blood and pain to have him properly begging and looking at him nearly the same way Hermes did.