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Angel of the Night

By: RoyLDragon



It was dark and raining hard that night. I was on my way back from delivering a broken down car to the nearest city dealership. I had left directly from the dealership, instead of spending the night; I get tired of sleeping in strange hotel rooms. I had decided to surprise my boss by coming back early so he had the use of the truck the next day. 

Half way home, driving through the blinding rain I was beginning to second guess my own judgment. Rain slick roads, and the sheer mountain drop offs beside the roadside, had me slowed right down to a crawl. Still one hundred miles to go before I could reach my own bed, at this reduced speed would take me a least a couple of more hours unless this damned rain let up.

It had already been a hellish long day. The calls had started around 10 Am., mostly tourists locking their keys in their cars. Family men on vacation, who are too lazy or inept to change their own flat tires, the Asian family who were too engrossed watching the mountain scenery to pay attention to the road, driver included. Thankfully, these new cars are so safe now that even though the car was upside down on the rocks everyone escaped with minor cuts and bruises. I hope they took out the extra rental insurance, otherwise they just bought the rental agency a new car. Then about 10pm the call comes in about the last car. Family stranded 30 miles south of town, on their way home to the city. On warranty, deliver them to their home, take the car to the dealership and spend the night in the city.

So it's now 3 am and the tense driving conditions are beginning to take their toll on me. I've driven this highway so many times I could probably drive it in my sleep, but tonight that would be suicidal. Scanning my memory I know that there is a large roadside pullout about 10 miles ahead. Large enough, that there is room for my truck and at least an RV to safely sit off the road. Hopefully there are not two RV's parked there tonight.

The rain is really pouring down now, cats and dogs rain, as my mother used to say. Slowing down for the approaching corner, I know this one is bad. Wind and driving rain have fractured the rock face for thousands of years. Combined with our frigid winters and the action of the frost there is usually a scattering of small rocks on the road surface. Sometimes the larger ones, 12 inches or bigger, are plenty capable of ripping out the oil pan on even my taller truck.

Suddenly I see flashes of light. I can barely make it out, seems to be coming from the edge of the road. Easing on my brakes I turn on my strobes and warning beacon lights. I flick on my front spotting lights and I come to a gentle stop. Now I see someone waving a flashlight on the road edge. They come running up to the truck looking like a drowned cat. Long blond hair plastered down to their scalp wearing a light jacket, completely soaked to the bone. I invite them up into the cab of the truck.

In the interior light I see it's a young woman, completely sopping wet. Water dripping off her long hair and sodden clothes she sits down. Hastily I grab a blanket from behind the seat and hand it to her. I tell her to wrap herself up. She's shivering with cold.

With chattering teeth she explains that she came around the corner and seen the rocks on the road and panicked. She swerved to the left lane to avoid the rocks but was going to fast, and spun around and headed into the ditch. When she came to a stop her small RV was completely off the highway stuck in the wet soft shoulder. All she could see from the driver's seat was her headlights pointing out into empty space. Hurriedly she scrambled out the rear door grabbing nothing but a flashlight. She had been huddled up against the cliff on the inside lane waiting for hours for anyone to come and help her. She was too scared to climb back into the RV to grab even a heavier jacket, afraid that it might slide further down the slope into thin air.

I cranked up the cab heater onto high and grabbed my rain jacket and a flashlight and told her to wait in the truck and warm up while I went to investigate. It was an impressive sight. Her front tires were about 12 inches away from dropping off a steep incline down a slope of broken rock that was at least several hundred feet deep. The wet shoulder had her RV mired in to the bottom of both front and rear axles. It was going to be a wet messy job to bring it back onto the pavement. I couldn't tell if there was any damage to the underside, hopefully there weren't any large rocks wedged up underneath the vehicle.

Climbing into the cab, I briefly explained to her what I was going to do. Grabbing my rain pants I hurriedly slipped into them. Grabbing flares and reflective triangles I set them up on both sides of the corner. Thankfully I would be winching from the apex of the corner so there would be no excuse for anyone to run into me as I was winching with the truck sitting across both lanes.

Climbing back into the truck I had to wipe the insides of the windows. Her being saturated with cold water and the high heat had completely fogged up all the windows. At least she was no longer shivering. She was still shaking though, but now I could see she was quietly sobbing. She explained that she had been so scared of dying alone in the cold lonely mountains that the adrenaline was just started to wear off. 

Consoling her briefly as I positioned the truck, I handed her my jacket to wrap up in.

I felt mean spirited as I explained to her that I had to recover her RV as quickly as possible while my flares lasted. The last thing I wanted was to stop halfway while winching to set out new flares. Some people are just stupid enough that if they were speeding they might not see the truck in time to stop.

It was a wet and miserable recovery. Shoveling out a path underneath the RV so I could securely attach chains, I was soon covered in mud. The rain if anything was coming down harder. Colder too, it seemed, to make things more uncomfortable. I ended up setting out new flares twice, before I had completed winching it out of the ditch onto the hard pavement.

I moved the truck back to the inside shoulder lane against the cliff. I tried starting the RV up to get it parked safely behind my truck, but she had left her headlights on for too long and the batteries were completely dead. Once again I repositioned my truck in preparation of towing her RV. I still couldn't tell if there was any damage underneath, there was so much mud wedged up on the underside. Finally everything was all hooked up and ready to go. I walked back to collect all the spent flares and triangles.

One last trip into the ditch to make sure I hadn't left any tools and to shovel the ruts full so there wouldn't be any trace left after the rains let up. That was to keep the Park Wardens happy. I take pride in the fact that I leave a scene cleaner that it was before I arrived. 

At least the driving rain had rinsed most of the mud off my rain coat and pants. Stripping them off outside the truck I tossed them in the tool box. Only then did I realize how much I had been sweating underneath them with all the work. Now I'm shivering as I climb back in the cab. My passenger is asleep with my jacket wrapped around her. I guess the stress she's been through just caught up with her. Oddly I don't even know her name yet. I crank up the heat again, and roll down my window a little so the windows don't fog up again. Hopefully there is no one parked in that roadside pullout. I was tired before, now I'm running on fumes. 

Thankfully there is no one parked in the pullout. I drive right in with my passenger still asleep. I decide to let her sleep on a while longer. Jumping out of the truck I climb back into my wet muddy rain clothes. The ten miles of mountain road has shaken all the mud loose from her RV. With it still up in the air attached to my truck, I crawl underneath and take a close look. Amazingly there is no damage at all, just some mud up in the frame rails. A quick trip to the truck wash will clean that up. Lowering it down to the ground I unhook it and run out my cables to charge the batteries. 

After charging her batteries sufficiently, I started up her RV and cranked up the heat so it'd be nice and warm for her. Gathering all the pertinent information I was ready to start writing out her recovery bill. Climbing once more out of my wet rain clothes I hopped back into the truck. My unknown passenger is still asleep in the cab. "Oh well, I'll let her continue on a while longer until I'm done the invoicing", I think to myself. Reading her rental agreement from the RV, I now know her name is Maria and she's from the southern end of the province. Odd that a young lady would be traveling by herself in a rented RV...

Completing her invoice, I gently shake her shoulder till she wakes up. After introducing myself I explain that I've completed the recovery, and that I've brought us to a safe pullout. Telling her that there is no damage to her RV and that it's warming up right behind us, it's time to discuss payment. She readily pays the fees in cash, and I hand her the receipt, and her rental agreement. I tell her I'll go grab her jacket, so she doesn't get soaked again, and check and see if her vehicle is warm enough.


Running back and forth between our vehicles has soaked me to the bone as the rain has picked back up again. Once again I've taken another chill, "Oh the joys of my career", I think to myself. Handing her a dry jacket I tell her to wait a few more minutes till her RV gets a little warmer. I'm still curious about her situation, and so we start talking.

Seems that her boyfriend had died in an accident six months ago, and they had prepaid for their dream vacation in the mountains, and she decided to continue on with those plans. I could hear the sadness in her voice, and I apologized for bringing up sad memories. Then I explained that I had lost my own brother in a car accident many years ago. That the pain seems unbearable now, but eventually it will pass in its own time and way and you'll be able to remember the good times without the heartache. 

She asked me if I was continuing on right away as she would feel reassured if I followed her on to my hometown, as she had booked a campsite there for a few days anyway. Explaining to her that I just didn't have the energy to drive any further without at least a couple hours sleep, I had just planned on stretching out across my truck seats and crashing here. She agreed that I probably had the right idea, and asked if it would be alright if she also stayed in the pullout and did the same. I told her that would be a good idea and if she was awake after I woke she could follow me into town then.

Then she insisted that I come back to her RV and at least wash up, I quickly agreed. Especially when she told me she had a bottle of 18 year old scotch for a quick night cap. Besides even after being rain soaked and then baked in my truck she was still quite good looking. Once inside her RV, she complained that perhaps just washing up wasn't going to cut it, she asked me if I had a change of clothes, which I did, but behind the seat of my truck. Insisting that I hop into her shower, she donned her jacket again and went to get my spare clothes.

The hot shower felt so good after working out in the rain and mud. Calling out to her through the bathroom door I asked if she had found my clothes, I didn't hear any response. Wrapping myself in a towel, I went out into the main room. Calling out once more, she mumbled out something from behind her closed bedroom curtain about Scotch on the table. Sure enough there was tumbler filled with ice and an unopened bottle on the table, but no sign of my clothes. As I filled my glass I heard her rush behind me to the bathroom, and the lock click shut on the door. Knocking on the door there's no response but I hear the shower running. Peeking in her bedroom I don't see my clothes anywhere. 

Not one to ever waste a good Scotch I settle in to enjoy it as I wait to find out what exactly is happening. Eventually she comes out wrapped in a robe. With her long hair combed out straight she's quite good looking. She explains that she couldn't bear the thought of her rescuer sleeping on those wet muddy seats while she slept here alone in comfort. Handing me my wallet and pocket change, she explains that she left my clean clothes in the truck, and tossed my muddy clothes out the bathroom window. Seems I have no choice in the matter, unless I want to rush to my truck wrapped in nothing but a towel and my boots. Then she tells me I'm not to think of stealing her towel with a mischievous grin.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I sit back down and decide to see how this plays itself out. Pouring her a healthy shot of Scotch and refilling my own glass we settled in and talked. It didn't take long before the Scotch hit me, and I started to doze off there at the table. Insisting that I take her bed she led me there by the hand and said she'd sleep on the couch. By this time, I was so tired I was beyond arguing.

The early morning sunlight filtering through the blinds woke me. I had my arms wrapped around the naked woman spooned in front of me. Her warm body felt great snuggled against me. My morning hard on was pressed against her firm ass. Her ample breasts felt wonderful beneath my arms. As conscious thought slowly returned to me, I couldn't recall anything past her leading me to the bedroom. I wasn't complaining, mind you. I hadn't been with a woman in a long time. My job doesn't lend itself to stable relationships. Long days, few days off, or no summer vacations don't make me a good mate.

Pulling her tighter to me, I start to gently kiss her neck. Tracing soft kisses up to behind her ear I gently nibble on it. My free hand starts caressing slow circles. Down her side, and hip, moving slowly to her thighs, brushing her pubic mound, upwards across her belly, to her firm breasts. She moans now, and arches her back closer to me. Shifting her hips she has slipped my cock from between us, to between her thighs. 

The feel of my hard cock resting between her ass cheeks and gently rubbing against her pussy is making me wet now. I now have a breast firmly in each hand. Gently massaging each in my hands, working from base to each hardening nipple has her moaning. 

Turning her onto her back, I can now begin kissing her breasts. I kiss wet circles around her aroused nipples, my lips just barely brushing her dark pink hard buds. My rough wet tongue gently licking at the tips is making her groan. My lips nibbling and teeth nipping at them are making her writhe beneath me. 

Positioning my hard swollen cock between her thighs, I pull her legs together between my own, trapping my manhood, up against her womanhood. Tracing kissing between her womanly breasts, I work my way upwards. Up her long neck, the underside of her chin, her cheeks, her lips. My mouth deeply engulfing her lips, I pull her breath away. Kissing her cheeks, upwards her eyes, and forehead, turning her head aside, kissing and nibbling on her ears.

Meanwhile my hard cock is rubbing against her moistening vagina. Lubricating with our combined juices, it's working between her pussy lips. Pressed firmly against her engorged clitoris my swollen cock is grinding against her yielding cunt, always slipping up and down between her moist flushing cunt lips. Her pussy is getting so hot and sticky, seemingly begging for more.

I kiss my way downwards again, past her gasping lips, down her arching neck, back to her breasts. Engulfing each breast in turn, I inhale as much of each into my hot moist mouth as I possibly can. I bite each nipple as I release first one then the other. Kissing a path between her breasts I slowly trace my rough tongue down her belly. Gently licking at her belly button till she giggles, downwards I continue, until I reach her shaved pubic mound. My wet tongue traces a path around her small amount of pubic hair. 

My tongue dragging slowly downwards, drawn by her sweet aroma, tempting my nostrils. My curled tongue traces a straight line down the center of her swollen moist lips, dragging her escaping moistness downwards. I lick her sweet cunt honey off my lips. My tongue now traces circles around the outside of her vagina. I quickly dart my tongue between her swollen lips to make her gasp in delight. 

My lips are now kissing the inside of her left thigh, downwards, small kisses down her quivering leg, down to her toes. Each toe gently kissed and sucked into my hot mouth, each in turn. Now her other foot starting with each toe, working my way upwards back towards her womanhood. Wet kisses now, covering each millimeter of her swollen engorged outer lips, licking up her dripping honey that is escaping her cunt. Gently with my fingers I spread her rose colored lips apart so I can see her gaping cunt open willing for me.

Her hands are now wrapped around my head urging me towards her glorious pussy. My probing tongue licks her dripping cunt from bottom upwards, soon encircling her engorged little clitoris. Soft licking strokes on her love button soon bring her to orgasm. Her hands are now urgently pulling my head deep into her crotch. The tongue now a hard dart I drive it deep into her gripping pussy. Spearing her as deep as I can I fuck her clenching hole with my tongue until she rewards me with an explosion of her cum. Greedily I lick her clean and zero in again on her little clit until she rewards me again. 

I crawl upwards over her body until I can position my dripping cock between her pussy lips. I can still feel her cunt pulsing as she recovers from her last orgasm. My purple crown feels so hot as its wrapped in her moist lips, its all I can do to resist slipping it deep into her throbbing tunnel, but I have more plans for her now. Instead I kiss her passionately, pushing her lips apart with my tongue; I share her sweet cunt juices with her. She's grinding her hips up and down against my cock, trying to trap me with her hot pussy. Instead all she's accomplishing is to further excite her enflamed clitoris on my ridged purple crown. Now she's orgasming again as she mashing her mouth against mine, until she screams in a primal heat as she reaches her peak.

I roll over onto my back and slide down the bed until my legs hang off the edge. I ask her to sit above me facing my feet, and she complies. Her pink pussy is above me now, still dripping its sweet nectar. Above I can see her tight little puckered asshole. I ask her to sit up so I can zero in on this new target. One hand reached around her hips so I can finger her wet cunt, as I begin kissing her firm ass. She's so very wet that her honey is dripping on my neck and chest. My wet tongue is licking up and down her ass crack, lubing her as my fingers probe her hungry cunt. With 2 fingers now pumping her pussy I dart my tongue into her tight little asshole. I feel her hand slip down above mine and she begins to frantically finger her aching clitty. 

My fingers, her fingers, and my tongue fucking her ass soon bring her to a monstrous orgasm. She's now crying out and shaking above me, so I abandon her ass and drive my tongue deep into her orgasming cunt to lap out her sweet honey, until she's in the throws of another huge orgasm. Her cries are now primal, and loud, as she's feeding me her exploding pussy, literally thrusting it down to meet my lapping tongue, until she crawls off of me totally spent. She lies down beside me and asks me to hold her. I hold her spooned in my arms until we both drift off to sleep.

I awake to feel my cock engulfed in heavenly bliss. She's got it firmly entrapped between her lips. Slowly gliding up and down, coating my entire length in her saliva. As soon as she sees my eyes open, she winks at me and takes my engorged cock deep in her throat, until her lips are gripped tightly around the thick base. I groan in pleasure as I feel her teeth lightly drag upwards until my throbbing wet cock pops free of her talented mouth. 


Angel of the Night



Now she is between my legs, kissing and licking my shaved tight balls. Greedily she sucks first one then the other into her hungry mouth, alternating back and forth, until each is coated in her wet saliva. I can feel it dripping off my balls down towards the crack of my ass. Now her tongue is licking it off, slowly licking lower and lower. She grabs a pillow and puts in under my hips. Her tongue is now attacking my own tight asshole, growing increasing bold in her attacks. Until finally she's worked it past my defenses and now she's fucking me with her insistent tongue. 

My cock is now leaking a trail of precum down my twitching length. Seeing this she removes the pillow and gently licks off every drop. Now she takes me inside her talented cock sucking mouth once again. Taking me in one swift motion, she has my swollen leaking cock down her throat. I'm moaning in lust now, and I try to resist the urge to fuck her mouth in a frenzy to reach my own exploding climax. I tell her if she continues that I won't have the strength to sample her sweet pussy with this hard tool. She gives me a wink and tells me it's almost 9am and I won't have the time to do any sampling if I have to get my truck back to work. Besides she has plans for me tonight at the campground.

She takes my full length once again, and proceeds to fuck me with her talented mouth. Now my hips are bucking upwards to meet her each downward stroke, so that she's taking every millimeter of my aching cock. I can feel the pressure build deep within my balls. I grab her head and wrap my fingers in her long blond hair, and proceed to truly fuck her hot moist talented cock sucking mouth. With an animal roar of lust I explode cum deep down her throat. Still she doesn't let up. My withering cock still deep in her mouth, she sucks every last drop of my juice from me, until I'm completely flaccid in her mouth. Then she crawls up my body, dragging her breasts seductively over my spent balls and cock upwards over my chest, until she is face to face with me. 

She gives me a passionate kiss, depositing some of my own cum in my mouth mixed with her sweet saliva. Now she's whispering that this was just a foretaste of things to come. Tonight she will sample my hard tool repeatedly, even if she has to perform mouth to cock resuscitation repeatedly to make it hard enough. I'm beginning to come to life underneath her wet grinding pussy, but now she's slipping back down between my thighs. Licking her own juice off my growing member she takes me into her heavenly wetness and inhales every growing millimeter. 

Then she lets my hardening tool escape, and says with a wink, "my Angel in the night, that will have to suffice till we meet again."

I ask if I could use her shower again and she agreed. Climbing out of the hot shower I find my clean clothes on the countertop and my dirty clothes folded in a bag. I dressed in the bathroom, so that she doesn't further waylay me. I feel like climbing back into her bed and fucking the day away, but I know I have to get the truck back to the yard so it can be put back in service. Walking out of the bathroom I find her fully dressed and waiting for me to escort her to her campsite.

The bright sunshine outside feels wonderful on my refreshed body. After driving and working in the previous nights pouring rain. I climb into my truck and start it up. I decide to boot up the satellite phone to check in with my boss, and let him know I had a change of plans last night. After wandering around the pullout I finally acquired a sat signal and was able to phone in.

It seems he was trying to get hold of me to tell to not take this route home. There had been a rock slide on one of the corners and they didn't know where exactly. I told him I'd get back to him in 30 minutes, I had a hunch I wanted to confirm. I asked Maria to accompany me and we started backtracking down the road. Sure enough when we got to the corner where she was stuck, the Cliffside had let go sometime after we left. From where she had been huddled to the shoulder drop off was completely buried in fractured rock.

She was silent and pale as we turned around. A safe distance up the road I set up warning triangles across the road. As soon as we got back to the pullout I again called home base. I told him the exact location and what had happened last night, leaving out the part about sleeping with this gorgeous blonde. I let him think I had slept in my truck. He told me that he would notify the warden service and to get home when I could. Hopefully there where no other slides trapping us on this road.

By now Maria had broken down completely and I found her weeping in her RV. I tried consoling her, and she held me tight. I knew she was in no condition to drive now. I offered her a large tumbler of Scotch and she slammed it back. Once she had regained her breath I could see some colour returning to her face. I knew if we remained here she would soon have me wrapped in her arms in her bed, not a bad thing, but I preferred to be closer to town. I offered to tow her RV into town, and she readily agreed.

Quickly hooking it back up to my truck we soon headed off. We got another twenty miles without seeing another soul before we found a huge washout, it seems that all the recent rainfalls had caused a flash flood in the mountains above us and washed out a thirty foot section of the highway. I could see someone waving his arms coming down the road on the other side so I turned off the truck and went to the crumbling bank to wait for him. 

It was a Park Warden looking for stranded motorists. Seems that there was two more rock falls five miles further up the highway. I told him about the rock fall behind us and the fact that our section was empty except for us. I told him that I had a Satellite phone and a scanner and that Maria had her RV stocked with food and drinks and that we'd just wait with the vehicles, rather then hiking back with him. They were going to try to reopen the highway by tonight or next morning at the latest. There was no more rain forecast for the next 3 days so he agreed we'd be safe enough here. I reassured him I'd keep the phone and scanner turned on. We'd pull back a couple of miles to an open area so if they decided to evacuate us; they'd be able to land a helicopter. 

I turned the truck and towed RV around there on the highway, and we drove down the highway to the next pullout. It was a beautiful spot, with a nice grassy hillside with a small waterfall and pool on the one side, and a large open rocky area to land a helicopter if need be. I dropped off the RV so it would receive the most shade from the surrounding mountains, and parked the truck behind it. Grabbing the satellite phone and portable scanner, I set them up in her RV so we could monitor them while we camped. 

By now it was past lunch time, so we decided to grill up some steaks on her barbeque. The weather was beautiful, so I decided to strip off my shirt and do some sun tanning while the steaks cooked. The hot sun felt good on my bare shoulders so I decided to strip off to just my boxers. After all, she had seen me completely naked, and I knew there was no one within miles of us and not likely to be for a while. Maria told me I had a good idea and promptly stripped off her shirt and pants. All she was wearing underneath was pink thong panties, and a skimpy matching bikini top. The sight of her so scantily dressed grilling our steaks had me growing hard in my boxers. 

Thankfully the steaks were done quickly and she had a prepared salad in the fridge. It didn't take us long to devour our lunch, we were both famished from our early morning exertions. After cleaning up and washing and putting everything away, we decided to go do some tanning on the grassy bank above us. Maria grabbed a blanket from the RV and we picked up a nice level spot fairly clear of rocks. 

Maria lay down on her stomach and asked me to rub lotion on her back. Deftly, she untied her top and thong. I noticed that she didn't have any tan lines at all. Her naked body looked spectacular in the full sunlight. Straddling her thighs, I began gently kissing her neck and shoulders. Following with lotion and a gently massaging everywhere my lips had been. From her neck down to her toes, my lips touched every millimeter of her skin, my fingers and the lotion following after. Moving her thighs apart, I exposed her sweet pussy and puckered little ass. My tongue explores both and my lotioned fingers follow. Soon she was quivering as she climaxed, first with my fingers in her cunt, then again when I began fingering her tight little resisting asshole. 

I rolled her over on her back. As I straddled her thighs I guided my swollen cock between her flushed pussy lips. My throbbing length was enfolded between her moist swollen lips. Every movement of my body and hips brought a moan to her lips. Starting at her forehead I began kissing and rubbing lotion all over her quivering thrusting body. The lotion combined with my precum and her juice tasted sweet as I paid special attention to her swollen cunt lips. Finishing off with the tops of her toes with my lips and the lotion I slid up between her thighs once more. 

She was so hot and bothered by now, that she was leaking her own moistness. With one gentle thrust I was buried to the hilt inside her yearning vagina. She had a huge orgasm with that one thrust, so I didn't move. Her hips were pressed firmly against me and her body shook. I could feel her pussy walls gripping my swollen cock in spasms as she climaxed. She let out a primal scream as she reached the peak of her orgasm, which echoed off the mountains surrounding us.

When she finally calmed down enough to talk, she asked me, "Will you please fuck my ass like that? It's been so long since I've had a man to fulfill me, and I miss having my tight little asshole filled with cum." I hastily agreed. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and wiggled her tight little ass in the air enticingly at me. Her tight little hole was puckered and pink and seemingly winking at me. 

Spreading lotion all over her ass I began to gently tease her little hole. Slowly and gently I spread her ass cheeks apart exposing her further. Slowly I slipped a lubed finger into her nether region. She relaxed against the gently pressure, and my finger slowly eased inside her taboo depths. Gently I pushed my finger into her ass until it was buried in her. Slowly I drew it out fully. Spreading her cheeks apart with my hands I couldn't resist and had to taste her tight ass with my tongue. Curling it up, I gently speared her tight little asshole. Insistently I probed her relaxing ass till I couldn't reach any further. 

Adding more lotion I gently ease 2 fingers into her and ever so gently began stretching her forbidden asshole open. By now she was purring with pleasure as I probed her. She surrendered her little ass to me and slowly it spread open for my eager fingers. Adding more lotion I eased 2 fingers inside, until they were buried deep up her eager ass. Drooling some saliva into her gaping hole, I lick her ass until she was in the throes of another orgasm. 

Now she was relaxed enough, her asshole was gaping open seemingly begging for something larger to plumb its depths. Rubbing lotion all over my hard throbbing oozing cock I gently placed my wide crown at her nether entrance. Easing it ever so slowly, millimeter by pulsing millimeter, I pushed into her. She began to moan and shake underneath me. Wrapping my fingers in her long hair I pulled her head back as I continued to push into her. The feel of her tight ass gripping every millimeter of my throbbing member had me panting. 

Reaching around her with my other hand I began rubbing her hard clitoris. Hard eager strokes on her wet button had her panting and writhing impaled on my hard length. Now I was buried as deep as I could go up into her tight ass, and she was orgasming. Her screams of pleasure were guttural as she came. Slowly I eased out of her ever so gently until I popped free of her gripping depths. Her ass was gaping wide open now, so I added more lotion to my aching cock and slipped it in once more to her hot gripping ass. She was so relaxed now that with the extra lube it slipped right in easily. 

Soon I was buried to the hilt and she begged me to fuck her faster. Faster and faster one hand fingered her cunt as my hips pumped my throbbing cock deep into her taboo depths. I could feel my orgasm approaching like a freight train as her hips slammed back into mine. Now with each stroke I was plunging into her full tilt and withdrawing almost completely every time. I knew I couldn't last. She was bucking her ass frantically against me with every thrust. She brushed my hand aside so she could hurriedly stroke her clitty and finger her cunt at the same time. 

She was screaming in the throes of a huge orgasm. Begging me to fill her ass with my cum. "Fuck it harder, faster, fill it up with your seed", she shouted. I couldn't hold back anymore. My hips piston into her ass frantically, until I feel my load shoot out of my throbbing cock into her writhing ass. My own cries echoed off the mountains as I released spurt after spurt of my hot cum into her tight little ass. I collapsed on top of her, unable to withdraw my spent cock from her tight gripping ass. 

Finally my expended cock slid out of her lubed ass and I wearily lay down beside her. She rolled over to lie beside me. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm, and her hair was a disheveled mess. She gave me a long passionate lingering kiss, and thanked me for the mind blowing orgasm. We fell asleep in each others arms in the warm sunlight.

She woke me up by gently stroking my swelling cock. Seeing that I was now awake she suggested that we take a dip in the pool below the falls to clean up. I quickly agreed and we dove in. Thankfully the water wasn't too cold. After scrubbing each other we climbed out to go back to the RV to dry off and warm up. 

After drying off our wet bodies, we climb into her soft bed. Crawling into my arms she presses her body against mine. Her warm body feels good in my grasp. Softly we fall asleep with the sunlight filtering through the blinds. 

I awake with our bodies entwined beneath the sheets. The shifting sun has changed position and is now glaring directly through the blinds. The heat and direct sunlight has us covered in a sweat. My cock is stiff and aching, pressed against her naked ass. I gently reposition my swollen cock so that it slides up against her pussy.

She awakes with a gentle moan and pushes back against me. I can feel her cunt growing warmer, pressed against me. She scoots away from me and pushes me onto my back. Hungrily she engulfs my sweaty cock. Dripping saliva along its full length she gives it a few gentle strokes. Crawling up my body she leans her tits over my face so I can lick the sweet perspiration from her breasts. 

With one swift motion she impales herself backwards onto my swollen, wet, throbbing cock. My saliva covered member slides easily into her moist pussy, buried fully into her depths. Now she's grinding her hips into mine, seeking every millimeter of my hard length. Slowly she begins thrusting up and down, until her hips are a pistoning up and down my cock. 

She fucks me until she reaches her orgasm, then she cries out in pleasure and grinds her pubic bone against mine as she wrings out every last drop of her honey onto my cock and balls. Sliding down between my legs she begins licking off every single drop of her own juices. My cock is throbbing and twitching now, I'm so close to my own orgasm. 

She spins around and wiggles her ass at me. Kneeling backwards over me she asks if I want to try something different. At this point I'm so close to exploding that I'd do anything for some release, so I frantically nod yes. Lowering her ass down towards me she reaches between her legs and guides my twitching cock head into her tight resisting asshole. It's so very tight; I barely have the head of my cock into her ass before she's pulling away. I'm moaning about my impending orgasm as she once again lowers her tight ass onto my purple swollen cock head. She only allows my throbbing head to enter her tight ass as she flexes her hips up and down. 

Every small movement of hers has me on the brink of exploding. Now she has one hand firmly grasped around the base of my cock, impeding my oncoming rush of cum into her ass. She is merciless, one hand gripping my shaft solidly, while her tight asshole has me begging for release. With a violent shove she has half of my cock buried into her tight ass as she releases her grip above my balls. Her hand is now frantically strumming her clitoris as she reaches another orgasm with my cock pulsing spurt after spurt of cum deep into her gripping ass. 

Slowly she draws off my still leaking cock and gently wipes up the last few drops from my cock. I'm still hard as a rock, from my delayed orgasm, so she grabs a washcloth and wipes me clean. Her warm lips coat me with her saliva and she climbs onto me and once again. Now her movements are slow and gentle. Up and down she rides my tender cock until we both reach orgasm once again. We fall asleep in each others arms.

It is dark outside when we awaken. The sound of the satellite phone ringing in the other room has me frantically jumping out of bed, racing to answer it. It is the Warden Service calling to say that they have pushed open a rough path across the washouts and that we had better drive out as soon as possible as there is another heavy rainfall forecasted for the early morning hours. I tell them that we will head out immediately and that we will check in at the next Warden station when we are past the washouts. 

Hurriedly we gather up everything and depart our little blissful campsite. We stop in and let the Wardens know that we are safely past the washouts and thank them for their troubles. When we approach the campground I can see that we are too late for Maria to check in that evening, so I invite her to spent the night at my place in town. After we swing by the yard I drop off the truck and I tell my boss that I'm back in town and that I'm taking my days off.

What we did that night, and during the rest of Maria's stay is another story....



Angel of the Night



Author's Note: 

Kya the vampire first appeared in a story I published on Literotica titled "Existence in the Shadows". This is not a continuation but a separate tale in Kya's undead existence as she searches for blood and lesbian love. 

The motion picture, "The Pianist", was my inspiration for the middle section that explores the relationship between Martine and Kya. Against the backdrop of terrible human suffering, love, intimacy and compassion can exist in a world gone mad. 

Warning: This story contains graphic passages of violence, blood sucking and F/F sex. 

Finally, my deepest gratitude goes to my editor, Janiexx, for polishing and refining my story. Her contribution is invaluable and I extend my heartfelt thanks.

*

With her ultra sensitive hearing Kya heard the anguished cries for help. The hysterical female voice interrupted her feeding and she looked up in the direction of the sound. Something in the manner and tone of the pleas affected Kya. One of the cardinal rules for a lone vampire was not to get involved with the living, with the prey. 

Kya had broken that tenet on numerous occasions by engaging in liaisons with both men and women. Some lasted for a night, yet others a week, a month, sometimes two. 

Although an unusual occurrence among her kind, Kya's human emotions remained intact after her conversion and proved to be both a blessing and a curse. 

Kya gazed at her victim, undecided on what to do. The young man looked serene but the wounds on his neck trickled a tiny amount of blood as she had just started the feeding process. She should ignore the cries for help and continue until her thirst was slacked but the human side of her was exerting its control. 

Since her arrival in Philadelphia, she'd frequented the clubs on Delaware Avenue. The establishments were a veritable smorgasbord of young men and women for a hungry blood sucker

Whilst nearly invisible in the dark corners of the crowded nightclub, Kya had spotted her quarry across the bar. A handsome and strapping young man, she entranced him with her beauty when she walked towards him. 

"Hello pretty lady..." he'd grinned.

As corny a line as Kya ever heard but she had one motive only and when he gazed into her gleaming eyes, he suddenly felt very peaceful and detached from his surroundings. 

Under Kya's hypnotic suggestion, he'd guided her to his car and it was meal time. Anyone passing by the auto would assume that the two people inside were making out and nothing more. 

However, Kya detested feeding on the living and rarely drained a victim until they expired. They usually awoke disoriented and weak, not remembering what happened. 

The sounds of distress grew in intensity and Kya reacted, covering the distance with unnatural speed. She spied a black SUV and two shapes, one much larger than the other, engaged in an intense struggle. 

"Get the fuck off me! Help! Somebody, help me!" the female voice screamed. 

Kya lunged at the burly male attacker and threw him to the ground. The young woman gaped at Kya with an expression of total surprise. 

"He tried to force me into his car..." the young women cried and buried her face in her hands. 

Kya heard the man behind her and whirled around to face him. He was over six feet tall and 200 pounds, a sizable specimen but no challenge for an angry vampire. 

"You fuckin' bitch...I'm gonna break you in half!" he yelled as he charged her.

With her lightning reflexes, Kya sidestepped him and using his forward motion easily threw him into the car door, head first. The sickening sound of flesh and bone meeting metal reverberated in the air. As he lay motionless on the ground, she could hear his ragged breathing and reasoned that he probably had a concussion from the impact. 

Kya turned in the direction of the car and the astonished looks of the young woman. Her top and skirt were torn but she looked none the worse for wear. 

"How'd you...I mean you threw that creep..." 

"Are you alright?" Kya asked with her lovely accent.

"Yeah but no thanks to that bastard," she declared and kicked the motionless form. 

The girl gathered her purse from the asphalt and flipped open her cell phone. 

"I should call 911..." she said in a teary voice, but before she could dial the sound of a police siren could be heard in the distance. Someone had seen the melee in the parking lot and already called. 

Kya was ready to make a hasty exit. The last thing she wanted was the cops nosing around. 

"Let's get outta here...I've got some coke in my purse...my apartment's not far from here...we'll be safe there," the young woman pleaded.

Kya reluctantly accepted the invitation.

Because Kya was a mortal during the Victorian era, she had a hard time understanding why young people felt the need for mind altering chemicals. But it was a sure sign of the times that she started to notice in the mid 1960s

Kya followed the girl to her car, her instincts telling her to leave, but curiosity, that most powerful of human emotions, was exerting a powerful tug on her. 

The young woman was visibly shaking as she took the wheel, unable to get the key in the ignition. The sound of the sirens was growing nearer and forced Kya to take charge when the girl fainted with her head against the steering wheel. Cradling the frail figure in her arms, she ran to the nearest alley and the comfort of the shadows. 

As Kya hid, she gazed at the youthful face of the girl. With her slim body, raven hair and strikingly pretty features, she looked very much like the British singer, Amy Winehouse. As her nether regions started to warm, she realized that she was attracted to the girl. 

Kya went through the young hottie's purse until she found her photo drivers license with the address. Almost immediately, she caught the flashing lights of the police cars in her field of vision and with the figure in her grasp, took off.

Kya found the girl's apartment on a quiet side street. Inside, she procured a wet towel and tenderly wiped the sleeping face. The young woman reminded her of someone, someone from the past but for the moment it eluded her. Slowly the eyes opened and a smile graced the lips. 

"Thank you..." she whispered.

As she became more oriented to her surroundings, the lovely girl looked around and realized she was in her apartment.

"How on earth did we get here?" 

"I carried you," Kya answered.

"All the way from the club...but that's impossible..."

"Not for me..." Kya replied.

The girl gazed with wonder at the sexy vampiress. She was nattily attired like most of the young women who frequented the clubs with skin tight jeans, spaghetti strap T shirt and designer shoes. But, her unearthly beauty was captivating, the long brunette hair, alabaster skin, glittery dark eyes and...pointy teeth? 

"I'm Diane," the young women said shyly. 

"Kya," the pretty vampire returned. 

"That's an interesting name. What nationality is it?" Diane asked curiously.

"It's of African origin," Kya replied in her British accent.

"African? But, you sound like you're from England..."

"A long time ago, I lived there..." 

"A long time ago? You don't look old enough to be in the clubs. Are you even twenty years old?" Diane asked.

"I assure you, I'm a lot older than I look..." Kya said. 

She watched the effect her hypnotic, soothing voice was having on the other girl and saw a range of emotions pass across Diane's face. Did she have any idea who she was dealing with, Kya wondered? Or maybe she thought the tantalizing seductress was one of those Goth idiots who pretend to be vampires, complete with fake fangs... 

Now that Diane appeared to be sufficiently recovered, Kya got up to leave, the less contact she had with the human race the better.

"I must be on my way," Kya stated.

"Please don't go," Diane begged.

The earnest look on the girl's face appealed to Kya. Not since her brief encounter with Brianna had she experienced the incredible feeling of warmth that sex brought to her otherwise empty body. 

But Kya's blood lust had been not been sated and she needed to find a new victim. The dawn of a new day was only a couple of hours away, time was running out.

"Don't go Kya...please?" Diane implored.

"I must...I...need to do something before..." 

"It's the middle of the night. Can't it wait?" Diane asked earnestly.

The girl's appeal stirred Kya's human emotions but her growing need was fast approaching intolerable. On the extremely rare occasion that she waited too long, Kya would lose control and suck her victim dry, causing their death. 

"Do you know what I am?" Kya asked, breaking another rule of the undead. 

"Yes, I know what you are..." Diane said, catching Kya off-guard. 

"Than you know what I am capable of..." Kya stated forcefully.

Diane stared at Kya. 

"You rescued me Kya...he was going to rape me...I owe you my life...do you need my...you know...blood..."

Kya was thunderstruck. Diane was offering herself, her essence and it was an incredibly intoxicating experience for a vampire. Kya wanted the girl now, wanted to taste the sweet blood of youth. 

"You don't realize what you're saying. I won't be able to refuse such a gift...I will take you...take what I want and you will be powerless to stop me." Kya said reproachfully.

"Will I die...will I become like you?" Diane asked with trepidation, and her body shook with anxiety. 

"No," Kya replied tersely, still having a furious internal debate with herself. 

The tremendous desire to feed on the innocent girl was too powerful an allure for Kya to ignore. 

"Will I die?" Diane asked again, now more fearful.

"No...I would never intentionally harm you. Afterwards, you will sleep...when you awake, you may feel a little weak. You will have to trust me..."

Kya silently conveyed the sincerity and truthfulness of her words telepathically. 

"I do trust you...but...will it hurt?" Diane asked 

"Not if I put you into a trance..." Kya answered as the overwhelming urge to "kiss" the young hottie saturated her being. 

"Lie down...it will be more comfortable for you...I'll be as gentle as I possibly can," Kya's hunger had reached the point of no return. 

Diane obeyed Kya and reclined on the sofa. 

"I trust you, Kya," she whispered. 

The vampire, her face gleaming with demonic intensity, moved toward the young woman with cheetah nimbleness, her eyes taking in the submission of the other woman. Kya's full red lips grazed Diane's flush cheek in their inexorable trek to her throat. The heat from the living tissue bathed Kya's face and she gloried in the exquisite feeling.

For a minute or two Kya lightly licked the velvety skin that she would puncture with her needle sharp fangs. The girl shivered uncontrollably from the sublime sensation; it was time. Gingerly, she sank her teeth into the yielding flesh, finding the throbbing vein

Diane gasped and arched her back when the points of Kya's dagger like incisors invaded her neck. As Kya bit deeper, she recoiled in pain but then relaxed, a look of pure pleasure flooding her face. She was caught in Kya's vise like grip and offered no resistance whatsoever. 

"Take as much as you want," she whispered in Kya's ear. "I love the feeling that you need me like this..."

Diane's words inflamed Kya's desire. As she sucked harder, thin rivulets of blood jetted into her mouth and down her throat. 

"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Diane moaned in ecstasy. 

Kya felt the tremors of pleasure pulse through her victim and she knew that, despite the intense high she was experiencing, Diane would soon be asleep. She felt her body go slack but she continued extracting the warm, rich fluid until her thirst abated. Finally, she stopped, raised her head and licked her blood smeared lips. Nothing satisfied her more than a willing donor.

But, an intense feeling of shame enveloped Kya. Diane had suffered a traumatic experience earlier and instead of leaving to find another victim, she took advantage of the helpless girl. Regardless of the fact that Diane proffered her life's blood, she should have declined and searched for fresh prey.

It was the supreme dichotomy of Kya's earthly life: part of her was ruled by her baser vampire instincts while the other by her intact human sensibilities. 

Kya held the sleeping girl and kissed her cheeks and forehead with gratitude. Diane had willingly given her the sustenance she required and she felt very protective towards the resting figure in her arms. 

Then, Kya remembered. The resemblance was unmistakable. Although tears were impossible, an awful feeling of sorrow resonated throughout her body. Martine, the name conjured memories of a young damsel in distress, rescued by Kya only to meet a much darker fate.

Warsaw Poland, 1943:

Warehouses lined the deserted snow-covered street of the train depot as Kya stayed in the shadows to avoid being seen. It seemed rather pointless given the fact that her heightened senses detected no one. 

Kya's clothes were shabby from the journey and she realized that to blend in with the citizenry, she needed to find some in better condition. She looked in each window and while most of the buildings were starkly empty, one at the far end of the tracks looked promising. 

With her sharp night vision, Kya saw hundreds of suitcases neatly piled from floor to ceiling against one wall. In the center of the floor were piles of clothing, shoes and personal items of every type and description. 

Kya easily forced the lock on the door and once inside found a dress, undergarments, shoes and a coat in remarkably good condition. 

The war in Europe meant little to Kya's vampire instincts but it made existence difficult. Having to move from city to city to avoid the bombings, the Nazi purges of the local citizenry and finding viable mortals to satisfy her hunger, made her undead life very stressful.

Kya detested the Nazis. Prior to Hitler and National Socialism coming to power, she prowled the myriad of nightclubs in Berlin. The decadence of the city was the stuff of legends. The inhabitants were easy pickings and it was during her sojourn there that she discovered the joys of intimate female companionship. 

The street was still empty as Kya bent the lock back in place and went in search of fresh prey. She wandered through the city encountering only slow moving armored vehicles from which she promptly stayed out of sight.

At the end of one broad boulevard near the city center, Kya saw a high stone wall that extended for as far as the eye could see. There were buildings on the inside but she couldn't find any ingress to the interior. 

Perplexed by the sheer oddity, Kya eventually encountered a locked gate with several soldiers guarding the entrance. In spite of her growing thirst, Kya knew that a sole sentry on duty was the ideal situation for feeding and kept to the shadows. 

Curious about who or what was on the other side of the wall, she scaled the edifice with skilful agility and dropped down on the other side. She prowled for hours, encountering only SS patrols with their fierce dogs. The animals barked furiously, detecting her presence but she easily eluded the humans. 

Kya's hunger was nearing the unbearable stage and she would take what she needed by force, if necessary. Just when she thought she might be better off in the city proper (she had seen several cafés that looked promising) she heard the desperate cries of a female voice. 

Kya cocked her head in the direction of the sounds and reacted. In a blind alleyway, two SS soldiers had cornered a young woman. One was grabbing at her coat while the other held his gun on her. 

"Let's have some fun before we shoot her..." The soldier with the rifle said in an evil tone. 

The girl struggled mightily with her attacker but she was no match for the much larger man and he successfully pulled her coat down until it imprisoned her arms against her sides. 

The look of terror on the girl's mien changed when she defiantly spat in the soldiers face eliciting a hard, back hand slap that rendered the poor thing unconscious.

"It's better this way Fritz..." the rifle toting soldier declared in perfect German and drew down on the unconscious figure in the snow. 

Kya charged like a wild animal, knocking the soldier with the weapon senseless. The other soldier stared in astonishment but when he reached for his side arm to shoot Kya, she grabbed him, forcing him against a brick wall.

"You'll die for this..." he bellowed at her in German. 

"No, you will..." she declared in a voice from hell that brought a look of utter dismay to the man's face.

With his body pinned, Kya held his head to one side and drove her fangs into his neck. His screams filled the air around them as she forcibly restrained him, taking the nourishment she required. Gradually his struggles to free himself grew weaker until his body went limp and the sound of his heart beat dimmed until it could no longer be heard. 

Kya had drained her victim but she was completely without remorse, such was her abhorrence for the SS man. She let go and the soldier fell in a heap at her feet. 

Kya bent over the girl and gazed fondly at the pretty face as she slowly regained her senses. She adjusted the young woman's coat, freed her arms and helped her to her feet. When the girl saw the SS men lying on the ground, her look of terror returned. 

"You did that?" she asked incredulously. The young woman spoke German without an accent. 

"Yes..." before Kya had a chance to say more, the girl was pulling her arm in an agitated manner.

"Quickly, follow me...I know a safe place...there'll be reprisals once they discover what happened." The panic in the young woman's voice was evident

The dark haired girl took off with such speed that it surprised Kya. They zigzagged through streets and alley ways until even Kya lost all sense of direction.

When she stopped before a seemingly deserted looking house, the girl stood motionless, head bent forward attentively as though she were appraising the safety of the situation. Taking Kya by the hand, she led her down a dark staircase until they emerged onto a covered walkway between two buildings and another set of stairs. 

At the bottom, the young woman opened a door and pulled Kya inside. In the nearly pitch black room, the girl lit a candle and the bleak surroundings saddened the hardened vampire. 

The walls were covered in peeling paint and cracked plaster. A weather beaten wood table, chair and metal cot occupied the tiny space. On a dusty windowsill sat a decrepit ironstone wash bowl and pitcher. Except for the candle, there was no discernible heat source. 

The girl plopped wearily on the cot and pulled a brownish lump from her coat pocket. It was a moldy looking potato. 

"Sorry, but I'm so hungry..." the emaciated girl said apologetically. 

As Kya stared, the girl tore into the spud, or what once passed as a spud, ravenously.

"Where did you get it?" Kya asked in German. 

"The garbage dump at the far end of the Ghetto...I snuck over after curfew but got caught...want some?" she offered. 

Kya shook her head. As the pale girl ate, she watched with fascination. The poor dear was dressed in tattered clothes that literally hung from her skinny body. 

"Who are you? Where are you from? I haven't seen you before..." the young woman asked between bites. 

Kya introduced herself.

"Martine," the lovely girl replied. 

In the very dim light, Kya saw the yellow star on Martine's coat and suddenly it all made perfect sense to her. 

Kya felt Martine's eyes resting on her as she gnawed on her snack and although discovery of her true identity distressed Kya, she was fascinated by the young girl. Her human side drove her to seek a familiarity with mortals. The fact that Martine showed bravery in the face of certain death intrigued her. 




Angel of the Night



"Are you Polish? German?" asked Martine, her mouth full of potato. 

"British," was Kya's curt answer.

"Were you stranded in Europe when the war started?" 

"Yes." 

In reality, that was at least true. Prior to the hostilities, she paid little attention to human affairs and the window of opportunity for her to flee to England or America closed rapidly. Instead, she was forced to wander from city to city, hoping that the conflict would soon resolve itself.

Again, Kya could feel Martine eyeing her with curiosity. She must be wondering what I'm doing here, she thought. Kya's appearance didn't fit with the doomed souls who were forced to reside inside the pathetic walls of despair. She herself realized she had a strange air about her...

Kya sat on the wood chair next to the table, undecided on whether she should stay with Martine or disappear into the shadows. 

Martine was clearly exhausted from her ordeal and openly yawned. 

"Thank you, Kya...I owe you my life. If you hadn't rescued me those men would have raped me and then killed me..."

Martine rose to hug Kya in gratitude but she suddenly lost her footing as a feeling of lightheadedness overcame her. Kya caught the pretty mortal and held her effortlessly. 

She gazed up at the beautiful vampire seeing her gleaming eyes and alabaster skin and, noticing for the first time, the sharp teeth, especially the elongated eye teeth. 

Curiously, Martine reached up and touched the white porcelain surfaces. Any other time this would be construed as extremely rude behavior but Kya was compliant with the girl's inquisitiveness. And, in an odd way, it made her feel closer to Martine. As she gazed down at her, the young girl's body went limp and she lost consciousness. 

Kya's human emotions ran riot inside her cold body. A big part of her wanted to help the girl survive this terrible ordeal. The feeling resonated inside her and she realized that as conflicted as her disparate parts were, certain feelings would not be denied. 

If it was within her scope of power, Kya resolved to protect Martine from harm. She clutched the sleeping girl to her bosom and rocked her gently, humming a song she remembered as a young girl. 

****

Kya was born Victoria Elizabeth Grantley in London, England when Queen Victoria (her namesake) was at the height of her reign. An only child, her parents adored her and she adored them. Her upbringing was typical for the strict ethics of the times but was tempered by her folk's lenient ways. 

When she was sixteen, her father, a colonel in the British Army was assigned to a post in Africa. In accordance with regulations, he was permitted to bring his family with him and opted to do so. 

However, Kya's mother was a frail creature and the long journey proved fatal when she developed a fever and died en route to their destination. Kya and her father were heartbroken. 

"I should have left you both at home...safe and secure," he lamented. 

Kya's Indian amah, or nanny, became the surrogate mother figure in her life and she watched over the teenage girl as though she were her own.

Kya disliked life on the army post but sought solace in books. The nearness to her father and her amah's tender loving care filled some of the void from her mother's absence. 

By the time of her nineteenth birthday, Kya's beauty had reached its apex and many young officers vied for her affections. She had serious romantic feelings for a handsome cavalry officer but as fate would dictate, he was killed along with her father while on a routine patrol, ambushed by insurgents. 

Kya was an orphan and it relegated her to a life with a less than attentive relative: her mother's brother, Archibald Grevel. Uncle Grevel, as he preferred to be called, had a very severe, no nonsense demeanor. He was a widower, having lost his wife and son during one of the epidemics that swept through London in those times.

Several months after her father's death, a letter arrived from Uncle Grevel informing Kya that he expected her to be packed and ready for the return journey to England. She would take up residence with him at his home in Chelsea and considering her high degree of education, he would obtain a teaching position for her. 

In Victorian England, teachers were a vastly underpaid and poorly respected lot. With her lower social status, Kya's marriage prospects would suffer as well. Coupled with her perception that her uncle was indifferent to her welfare, she dreaded her future chances for a happy life. 

Still grief stricken over the loss of her mother and father, Kya contemplated running away. But life on the run was an even bleaker choice with little hope of survival, especially in Africa, the Dark Continent.

Kya's amah comforted her with the love a parent has for a child. She had watched the girl grow into a beautiful young woman and it pained her greatly to see her sorrow and dejection.

Late one evening, Kya sat on the patio outside her quarters on the army post watching the clouds race in front of the full moon. As she wiped bitter tears from her eyes, she heard her amah calling her name. 

"Victoria!" 

"I'm here!" Kya exclaimed.

"You should be in bed. It's very late," her amah scolded.

Kya's amah had a strange expression on her face and was looking at her neck. 

"What's wrong?" Kya asked.

"It is dangerous to be outside so late and you are alone," amah said warily in her thick accent.

"Why? I'm not afraid of wild animals," Kya said with the confidence of youth.

"It is not wild animals that concern me. There are more dangerous things that lurk in the darkness," her amah said in a frightened voice with an eye cast to the shadows. 

Reluctantly, Kya retired for the night but her amah's words ignited her inquisitive nature. 

The next night Kya lay in bed until her amah was asleep. Stealthily, she crept to the patio and sat in the darkness with only the moonlight for company. She was lightly dozing when she perceived a shimmering shadow of white approaching. In the center was a beautiful African woman with glittering eyes. 

The shadow perceived great sorrow in Kya and regarded the beautiful mortal with something akin to sympathy in human terms. 

"Why are you sad?" the figure asked in a lilting musical voice.

Kya recalled the events that reshaped her life. By the end, she grieved anew and heaving sobs wracked her body. 

The African vampire was moved by the tragedy that enveloped Kya and embraced her. She gazed at the sad eyed, slender human with compassion. So young and yet...

In an entrancing voice, the apparition explained to Kya how her life could be altered forever. She had a choice, life with her uncle or an entirely different and powerful existence, one that would last many lifetimes. 

"Think carefully about the choice I offer you," the shadow advised and gradually dissolved, leaving Kya alone in the darkness.

Kya sat in stunned silence. Was it just a vivid dream? 

The next day Kya replayed the events of the previous night over and over in her head. She remembered the comforting arms, luminescent eyes and beauty of the transparent spirit. 

Kya dared not mention a word to her amah but as night approached she was certain of her decision: better an existence in the shadows than life with her uncle in London. 

Kya waited patiently for the specter to appear. Several times she nodded off only to wake alone in the dark. When she heard her amah snoring in the adjoining bedroom, the room grew brighter until the beautiful vampire appeared at the foot of her bed. 

The figure moved silently towards Kya and intuited her desire. It wasn't until the shining face was inches from her own that Kya saw the sharp teeth and for a brief moment, fear played across her mind. She recalled nothing more. 

When Kya woke, she was instantly aware of the change inside her. The night enveloped her and she found peace in the shadows. Her hearing, sight and all her senses were greatly heightened. Befitting her new existence, her maker gave her the African name Kya which means diamond of the night sky. 

Consumed with a hunger for human blood and under her maker's watchful eye, Kya found a youth tending his flock of sheep. As soon as she entranced the boy, she sank her needle sharp fangs into his neck and sucked his life's essence until he expired. The sight of his lifeless body caused her great pain. She resolved to restrain herself and only take an amount that would satisfy her hunger, keeping her victim alive. 

One evening after sunset as the shadows lengthened, Kya observed a very handsome man at the riverbank. He was washing his body and singing a song that she recalled as a mortal. The sight of his nakedness caused a sexual excitement inside her that perplexed her maker. 

Kya's mortal emotions and desires had survived the transformation intact and it imbued her with a humanness that co-existed with her undead identity. 

While Kya embraced her new existence, she was inexplicably drawn to the small quarters she had occupied with her father on the military post. With the stealth that typified her kind, she entered the room as an imperceptible shadow. 

Kya's Uncle Grevel was seated at the desk her father once occupied. His face was cradled in his hands as he looked at a cabinet photo of Kya and her parents. Tears ran unabated down his cheeks as he lamented their passing. 

Kya was thunderstruck and moved by his display. Privately he was a thoughtful, compassionate person who had suffered through two tragedies. 

"Victoria, I would have loved you as my own," he mourned without restraint.

Using telepathic suggestion, Kya tried to ease his pain and while it succeeded to a small degree, his sense of loss was too great. She withdrew and regretted her irreversible decision. 

*

Kya gazed fondly at the delicate human girl in her arms. She was treading on dangerous ground. Contact with mortals, except for feeding purposes, was extremely risky. 

Martine was obviously malnourished and Kya decided to find some food before she woke up. Carefully she laid the dozing girl in the cot, making sure that a blanket covered her. 

Variations in temperature meant little to the caring vampire as she experienced neither heat nor cold. But in the unheated room, Martine was certain to feel the biting chill in the air. Kya removed her coat and placed it over the still form. 

Kya exited the Ghetto and searched for the army barracks she had seen earlier. Next to the barracks was a mess hall. With her ultra sensitive hearing, she could detect no human presence, only mice scurrying within the walls. 

Inside the kitchen area, Kya found potatoes, turnips, carrots and several smoked sausages. She stuffed everything in a burlap sack and with the swiftness that typified her kind, re-emerged in front of the battered door to the secret room. 

Kya listened for any telltale noise but discerned only Martine's breathing. She deposited her booty on the dismal table and sat staring at Martine wondering when she might awake. Daylight was only an hour away and she needed to find adequate shelter. 

As the minutes ticked by, Martine gradually stirred and when she saw Kya gazing at her, she smiled. 

"Hello," she said in German. 

Kya returned the pleasantry. 

Martine sat up and her eyes settled on the bounty atop the table. 

"Where did this come from?" she asked, disbelief on her face as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"For you," Kya said bashfully.

Martine reached for a potato, grasping it to see if it was real.

Kya was keenly aware of the impending dawn.

"I must go now..." 

"Where are you going? You're safe here..." 

The offer was tempting but Kya, from her years of undead existence, knew that she should find a hidden place in the many deserted buildings and rest undisturbed until sunset.

Overcome by the virtual feast in front of her, Martine wept with joy. 

"I don't know how you did it...but...thank you...thank you..." 

Martine rose and hugged Kya with all her might. Kya felt the waif's ribs through her coat. 

"You must eat something...I will return later...after dark," she said.

After leaving Martine she found an acceptable place at the last minute as the eastern sky turned a bright pink. She lay curled up in the tiny attic of an abandoned building and rested fitfully. Fear of discovery in this part of war torn Europe was a big problem and disturbing a sleeping vampire would most assuredly lead to the discoverers death

*

After Kya had gone, Martine relaxed and she sampled part of a sausage. Nothing on God's earth tasted better to her at that moment. Her brother Peter would share in the treasure and instantly she thought of her parents. Six months had passed since she last saw them, suitcases in hand walking toward the train depot and the transport to a labor camp.

Peter had insisted that she hide with him among the resistance fighters. He'd heard the rumors, the innuendo that the trains were a one way ticket. After the uprising in January, the SS had stopped the deportations and they spent most days going from one safe house to the next hoping to avoid any round-ups.

Just then, Martine heard foot steps and a familiar knock on the door. Her brother Peter stuck his head in and gawked at the feast next to his sister. 

"Where did you get all the food?" he asked in a shocked voice. 

For a moment, Martine thought about speaking the truth but would he believe her? 

"It was here last night," she lied.

Peter grabbed a potato and bit into the crisp vegetable. 

"Maybe it was Margot or Zeljko. They work outside the Ghetto," he told her between mouthfuls. 

Later, Martine picked her way through the dark streets, making sure that she kept out of sight. During the day, she'd been with Peter and shared the provisions with the other freedom fighters. They seemed to buy her story and assumed it was an anonymous benefactor to the cause. 

However, Kya dominated her silent thoughts. Who was she? Where did she come from? She was out of place in the Ghetto, that much was blatantly obvious to Martine. And how did a slender girl not much older than eighteen or nineteen overpower two imposing SS soldiers?

None of it made any sense and all it did was raise more questions. An image of Kya's pointed incisors flashed across her mind. Although she couldn't recall at the time, Martine was certain that she'd seen images in a book that reminded her of... 

Martine stood before the familiar door wondering if she'd ever see Kya again. The entire affair seemed so incredibly surreal that it defied logic. 

*

Kya thought about acquiring more food for Martine and found a grocer's that had closed for the evening. Easily she broke the lock on the back door and made off with a loaf of bread, a couple of potatoes and a tin of condensed milk. 

When she entered the room undetected, Kya gazed at the lovely girl with affection. Martine was seated at the table reading a book and her introspective look just added to her beauty. As if sensing another presence, she looked in Kya's direction and gasped. 

"How on earth do you did you get in here?" 

Martine saw the victuals that Kya brought. 

"More food?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes. Are you hungry?" 

"I haven't eaten like this for ages!" She broke off some of the bread and took a small bite savoring the richness. 

"Oh...it tastes so good," she exclaimed.

The girl's happiness appealed to Kya but when Martine offered her some bread, she refused.

"No, no thank you, I ah...don't eat bread..." 

Kya could see that her refusal to eat had intrigued Martine. They stared at each other, the atmosphere tense.

"I remember reading a book once," Martine said, her words no more than a whisper.

"About legends and myths...my father didn't approve but I was headstrong then and did what I wanted."

Martine paused.

"I read about vampyr's...the creatures of the Black Forest...I wanted to believe they existed and my father laughed at my imagination. I remember feeling foolish, but now..."

Another silence and Kya watched Martine as she struggled to put her fears into words.

"You don't eat food, do you?" Martine enquired nervously.

Kya realized that the moment of truth was at hand. It was useless denying who and what she was.

"No," Kya answered.

Martine gazed at the undead beauty curiously. 

"Why did you help me?" 

Momentarily, Kya was speechless but she knew why...her human side...

"You were in danger...I wanted to..."

"You're not what I imagined a vampyr to be...you're nothing like the creatures I read about when I was young..."

She surprised Kya by embracing her affectionately.

"I was starving and you brought me food...how can I possibly repay you?" Martine's eyes welled up, and fat tears spilled onto her rosy cheeks. 

Kya traced a finger along the wet trail. She relished the physical contact with Martine and was acutely aware of a sexual attraction.

"Why do the Nazis persecute you?" Kya asked innocently, she had no point of reference for Anti-Semitism.

"I don't know..." 

She told Kya what had happened to her. Martine and her family had fled Germany in 1936 because of the harassment. When her father lost his professorship at the University, he decided to pull up stakes and moved the family to Poland where his wife had relatives. For three years they lived in quiet obscurity until Germany attacked Poland in 1939 and the nightmare began anew. 

As Martine shivered from the icy dankness in the room, Kya drew the trembling girl inside her coat. While she could do little to warm the youngster, the heat imparted by the human was enormously comforting. 

Kya held the young beauty for a long time. No words were exchanged but none needed to be. The emotional connection between the two was established and would only grow stronger as time passed. 

With dawn approaching, Kya kissed Martine's forehead. The dear girl was snoozing contentedly in her arms and the last thing she wanted was to disturb her. Gently, she shook the still figure until the eyes opened, heavy with sleep. 

"I must leave now..." 

"Why?" Martine enquired innocently, and held the lonely vampire very tightly. 

"I sleep during the day."

Kya tenderly kissed the pale cheeks and loosened Martine's hold on her. 

"I'll miss you..." Martine sighed sadly.

The beautiful girl looked so forlorn that Kya embraced her once more.

"I'll come back after dark...don't worry." 

Martine gazed at Kya and gave her a dazzling smile.

"No-one will know you're here, I give you my word. Anyway, they won't understand..." 

****

The enormous stress of life within the Ghetto was eased by Kya. Just having food to eat on a daily basis was far beyond what anyone in such dire straits could expect. 

Martine regarded Kya's actions as an immeasurable act of kindness and compassion. Provisions appeared with regularity and Martine gave thanks, always sharing with her close knit group. 

"You're my angel of the night..." Martine often said to Kya. 

But, on the evenings when Peter was with her or the other freedom fighters, Kya stayed away. Intuitively Martine realized that, considering Kya's true identity, the need for secrecy was paramount. 

It was on those nights that Martine keenly felt Kya's absence and pined for her. Many times her comrades stated that she looked distracted during their meetings. 

"Where are you, my angel of the night?" she would say silently to herself. 

*

Kya required nourishment every two or three days at the maximum. Hunting in the city proper, she prowled the various cafés but finding victims in war torn Poland was no easy feat. 

Inevitably, Kya would appear in the tiny room, usually bearing food when no one else was around. Martine would hug Kya with gratitude and gaze into her gleaming eyes with heartfelt sentiment. 




Angel of the Night



In the long hours before sunrise, Martine would talk about growing up in Berlin, the Nazi brutality and the enormous hardship of life in the Ghetto. 

Although Martine looked much younger, Kya learned that she was twenty-two years old. A gifted student, she was slated to attend the University in Warsaw where her father found work as a professor. 

However, that dream ended when the Germans marched into the city and started the systematic alienation and persecution of the Jewish populace. The fashionable apartment they resided in was replaced by a single drab room in the Ghetto. 

Kya acquired a genuine fondness for Martine. Her sweet nature, love of learning and passion for life fascinated Kya. In many ways, she reminded Kya of herself as a young mortal girl. 

With two candles serving as illumination, Martine read books on philosophy and literature. Kya, like most vampires, tended to be reticent most of the time but she never tired of listening to Martine as she talked about the tomes she read. 

Martine's take on the works that she perused was scholarly. She had a sharp wit and maturity that intrigued Kya. Having read similar books during her young adult years as a mortal, she understood implicitly when Martine expressed her thoughts.

While she added little to the arguments that Martine presented, Kya occasionally conveyed her own ideas. This delighted Martine to no end and sometimes led to a spirited discussion.

As the night wore on, Martine would grow increasingly tired and Kya would hold her on the bed and gently rock her. Inevitably, Martine fell asleep and she'd gaze with longing at the precious girl. 

Although Kya had vowed to protect Martine against any harm that might befall her, she realized that she was powerless as a protector during the daylight hours, the hours when most of the SS round-ups occurred.

*

After a cold and bitter winter, spring finally arrived in the Ghetto. The dreary little room was less chilly and Martine took great pains to spruce things up. One evening, Kya arrived and stared appreciatively at a fresh bouquet of wildflowers on the wood table. 

"Do you like them, Kya?" Martine asked as she held the surprised vampire.

"Yes, they are lovely..." 

Kya deposited a small round cheese and loaf of dark bread on the chair.

"Cheese!" Martine cried. Unable to control herself she swiftly broke off a piece and indulged. 

Martine's joy filled Kya with pride.

Their happiness was short lived when voices and footsteps could be heard outside. In an instant, Kya vanished. Martine heard the familiar knock and her brother Peter came through the door with Margot close behind. 

While all three ate, Peter spoke about the new rumors that the final liquidation of the Ghetto was imminent. The consensus among the spies who worked outside the walled city was sometime around Passover. 

"We must be ready for anything," Peter declared.

In the days that followed, Martine lived with a constant feeling of dread. During the day, they frequently moved from one location to the next. Peter taught her how to use a rifle, how to hold it and aim. Ammunition was far too precious to waste on target practice, so he simply took her through the motions.

Kya hadn't made an appearance since Peter interrupted and it troubled Martine. The vivacious and lovely vampire lit the flame of desire inside of her. The attraction, the craving to explore her sexuality with Kya had reached the intolerable stage. With all her heart, she wanted to uncover the mystery of female love. 

From her early teenage years, Martine was acutely aware of her attraction to her own sex. Although she dared not breathe a word to her parents, she confided to Peter. They were extremely close and her brother was always supportive and never judgmental in all matters concerning her. 

While it surprised Peter, it wasn't uncommon and her secret was safe with him. But, the years of turmoil under Nazi rule in Germany and Poland had taken a toll on her physical appearance. While she remained facially beautiful, Martine became frightfully thin. 

The extreme privation of life in the Ghetto was amplified by the absence of her mother and father. Deep in her soul she knew that it was unlikely that she'd ever see them again. The mounting evidence that only death awaited those sent on the transports was rapidly spreading in her community; the rumors weren't fiction anymore.

Everyday survival occupied her waking hours. The endless hunt for food and avoidance of the SS roundups were paramount to continued existence. And, among those who resolved to fight for freedom, it was a consuming passion. She thought of little else. 

But, then Kya came along and the sense of security she felt with the vampire rivaled that which she experienced with her parents. Martine no longer spent countless hours searching for food as Kya provided enough to feed her, Peter and their group. 

Martine regained her slender figure and the sexual feelings that lay dormant had resurfaced. However, a terrible sense of foreboding was not far from her conscious mind. 

****

Extreme hunger engulfed Kya, she desperately needed sustenance. The previous two nights, she prowled the streets until dawn, finding no one, except for the omnipresent Nazi patrols.

After she met Martine, Kya resolved to take nourishment from only those outside the Ghetto. However, if she didn't find a victim soon, she'd be forced to hunt inside the walls. 

A vampire's prodigious thirst is beyond the scope of mortal rationale; it must be satisfied. Deprived of human blood for too long a period of time and the night stalker truly becomes a demon from Hell. It was the one facet of Kya's undead existence that transcended the humane emotions inhabiting her being. 

Near the outskirts of the city, Kya chanced upon a lone sentry guarding his post. With her finely attuned senses, she determined that no one else was about. Even from a distance, she could see that he was very young, no older than nineteen or twenty. 

As she approached him, Kya's vampire instincts took total control. She would take him, take his blood and nothing would stop her. 

"Halt! You're out past curfew..." the young soldier commanded in German. 

"I don't have a curfew," Kya said in a voice that sounded like the light tinkling of small bells.

Kya's face was hidden from the soldier as she gazed at the ground and her body assumed a posture of supplication. He raised his rifle and pointed it at her. 

"Tell me...why YOU don't have a curfew like everyone else..." his voice was sarcastic, demeaning.

The moment of truth was at hand and when she looked up at him, he recoiled in horror. The malevolent visage with glowing eyes terrified him but gradually he found it entrancing and peaceful.

Kya hypnotized the young man and embraced him. Her fangs found their mark and she drank deeply. In spite of the fact that she loathed the Nazis, she refused to drain him completely. More than likely he'd awaken feeling very weak and unable to remember what happened. 

Kya smacked her dripping lips with pleasure and carefully she lapped every drop of blood into her mouth, much like a cat with a saucer of milk. An incredible feeling of warmth, the after-feeding glow she called it, permeated her body.

Almost immediately, the image of Martine's lovely face flashed into her mind. Hastily, Kya traveled the darkened streets until once again she hid in the gloom that permeated the small hiding place. 

When Kya revealed herself in the shadows, Martine rushed to embrace her.

"Oh Kya...I'm so happy to see you!" she exclaimed. 

A deluge of emotion thundered through Kya as she held the trembling girl. Tonight something felt different as the usually self-confident Martine was acting demure. This could only mean one thing, she wanted her and it thrilled Kya.

Martine's usual human scent assailed her nostrils but it had a different quality. She must have found a place to bathe, Kya thought as the odor of soap and eau de cologne blended in. Then she spied the fresh blanket on the cot, the hour had come for Martine's sexual exploration. 

With her arms around Kya, she looked at the ravishing vampire with a heartfelt expression.

"Kya...can you...I mean, can you make love?" 

Kya placed a finger against Martine's lips, stopping the flow of words and with gentle élan she removed Martine's clothes, then her own. 

Martine stood gloriously naked before Kya. Her virginal body glowed with the radiance of youth. The once emaciated girl had filled-out thanks to Kya's endless supply of food and her pale skin had a healthy pink color. 

With a bashful look, Martine put her arms around Kya and they touched foreheads.

"I'm in love with you Kya..." 

Kya felt the girl's emotion. 

"My angel of the night...do you love me?" Martine asked, her dark eyes sparkling with desire.

"Yes, I love you..." Kya answered. 

The intense sentiment throbbed within Kya's warming body as she tightly clutched Martine. Nothing approaching this magnitude had occurred to Kya during her undead existence. 

"Kiss me Kya...please kiss me," Martine pleaded. 

Kya took the delicate human girl's face in her hands and kissed her with deep passion. Her otherwise cold body heated to roasting levels and an enormous rush of sensation singed her privates. 

When Martine's tongue glided past her lips and caressed her sharp teeth, Kya let the curious girl explore. But, soon tongue intertwined with tongue and danced the duel of desire. 

Kya, as was her nature, took charge. She licked and lightly nipped the tender flesh of Martine's neck. The overwhelming need to pleasure the young beauty seized Kya and she deftly fondled the small firm breasts, thumbing the elongated nipples. 

"Oh Kya...oh...oh..." Martine gasped.

Effortlessly Kya held the young beauty and engulfed a tit with her blood red lips, suckling with fervid need. The hardened tip swelled and she relentlessly lashed the end with intense feathery licks. The young beauty groaned and moaned her approval as Kya nursed with devilish need. 

Martine was hers. Kya knew with every part of her human senses.

Slowly, Kya lowered the gasping hottie onto the cot and licked the white flesh of her belly as her eyes rested on the prize. A downy triangle of black hair framed Martine's slit perfectly and the intoxicating aroma of excitement enflamed her sensitive olfactory nerve. 

With demonic skill, Kya lapped the sodden flesh of Martine's slice, bursting with secretions. The girl's virginal pussy yielded its abundant treasure, and Kya ravenously swallowed the nectar. 

Kya refused to let up, sucking and licking the hard little penis-like clit with astonishing proficiency. The girl's fragrant fluids flowed like tiny rivers into her mouth, satisfying her craving on a level that approached blood lust. 

Her intense cries during orgasm and the shudders that wracked her body, told Kya all she wanted to know and they gazed at one another in rapture. 

"I've never been in love before Kya...you're my first..." she sighed contentedly, and put her arms around Kya's neck. 

Exhausted from the sheer physicality and enormity of the experience, she slid towards a blissful sleep.

With Martine firmly in her grasp, Kya lightly rocked her as she slept. No other mortal being excited her or filled her with love as much as the young woman in her arms. 

"I love you Martine..." she whispered yearningly. 

Vampires were supposed to be incapable of love but its powerful effects surged through Kya. There was no mistaking the blissful feeling that surrounded Kya and lifted her human spirit to a higher plane. 

****

The following night when Kya entered the room, Martine enthusiastically embraced her and tenderly kissed the alabaster skin on her cheeks and neck. As Kya held her on the bed, Martine had a very curious expression on her youthful face. 

"What's it like Kya...to be a vampyr?" 

The young lovely asked with such childlike curiosity that Kya found her to be more appealing than ever. She wanted to take Martine and pleasure her again and again... 

In low tones, Kya tried to relate her experience as a night creature without glamorizing her almost constant ambivalence between human emotion and feral vampire desires. 

Kya spoke frankly about the heartbreak of losing her mother and father. Martine's eyes welled up in sympathy and it made the lonesome vampire love her even more.

"I've never told anyone else this," she said to Martine. "But I feel I can trust you. You know...you could become like me...become immortal..."

Kya saw the hesitation, the question in Martine's eyes. This was an offer that no mortal should take lightly as the implications were far too serious. 

But, it was Kya's earnest desire to save Martine or at the very least give her a chance at an existence far beyond anything she could possibly imagine. Her only hope for escaping the awful rigors of Ghetto life and the uncertainty that lay ahead...

"I'll have to think about it...there is so much else that I must consider first..." 

"I understand. You could never go back to being a mortal and you could never be sure that your innate human soul would survive..." 

Martine snuggled against Kya and playfully fondled a firm round breast. The nipple tightly crinkled and she palmed the stiff protuberance eliciting cries of pleasure from Kya. Clothes were shed and hungrily Martine's lips sought the stout bud, suckling with enormous craving.

She worshiped the turgid stubs that capped Kya's small breasts. The hard nub between her lips was immensely satisfying and she loved flicking her tongue tip over the end.

"Oh...ach...ach...oh...," Kya grunted and groaned. 

The amorphous desire to taste her first female engulfed Martine. As she mouthed the taut flesh of Kya's belly, the scent of arousal enflamed her senses and she hungered to feast on the undead hottie. 

Kya's eyes gleamed with intensity as flashes of sensation shot through her body. Her pussy swelled with juice, a rarity among her kind and the fact that Kya had a sex life at all was remarkable. Her body responded to the stimulus in a totally feminine way as her scent and secretions were entirely female. 

Kya sat on the edge of the cot with her arms behind and thighs spread. When the young mortal moved forward, she rested her legs on Martine's shoulders giving her unrestricted access to her sex, dripping warm juices. 

Martine proved to be a natural and devoured the undead goddess with ferocious need, slurping and licking relentlessly and bringing Kya to several whopping orgasms. 

Martine's exploration of her sexuality convinced her beyond any glimmer of doubt that she preferred women for companionship. The fact that Kya was a vampire made no difference to her, love was love after all.

Very fatigued from her exertions, Martine sought the comfort of Kya's arms. And, there she stayed for the rest of night as an all encompassing feeling of satisfaction resounded inside of her. 

****

While Martine spent her evenings with Kya, Peter met with the other resistance fighters in a location conducive to large gatherings. Although Martine was part of the group, she declined to attend. Her desire to be with Kya was simply too strong for her ignore. 

Peter would appear after sunrise and throw himself on the cot too tired to go on. Kya was long gone and Martine would rise and keep watch until Peter awakened. When he did, he'd bring her up-to-date on the latest gossip or rumors that circulated in the Ghetto like wildfire.

"Something is going to happen and soon...Zeljko was told not to report to work today...that's a bad sign...I just wish I knew what day they'll invade." He sighed heavily.

While the disturbing news was a cause for alarm, Martine was in the early throes of love and it was difficult for her to perceive the severity of the threat to her existence. Impatiently, she'd wait for sunset and Kya's arrival. 

Two days before Passover, Peter attended a resistance meeting, called for at the last minute. Before his departure, her brother made it quite clear that the SS attack was imminent.

"It might be tomorrow or the next day..." 

Although Peter's words were a source of consternation for Martine, she anxiously anticipated a visit from Kya. The hours passed slowly and sometime around midnight she gave up hope of seeing her lover.

* 

That night Kya had a difficult time finding a victim but found a café still open past curfew. A middle age woman teetered out of the establishment and Kya followed her until she stopped before a building on a side street. While the woman searched for her keys in her purse, Kya approached and asked for directions. 

The woman turned and stared at Kya curiously, finding the shining eyes very restful. Arm in arm they walked into her apartment. 

After Kya drank her fill, she raced along the dark streets and over the high wall into the Ghetto. As soon as she revealed herself, Martine embraced the loving vampire with enormous affection. 

Eagerly Martine stripped Kya and gazed with wonder at the luscious body of her lover. They took turns feasting on each other with extraordinary enthusiasm. Kya was tireless, bringing the beautiful girl to mind numbing orgasms.

Martine was completely at the mercy of Kya's prodigious sexual appetite. Intense electrical wisps traversed her being and seared her sex. Her body pulsed with incredible sensation and she felt a trickle of moisture leak from the bottom of her crease. 

Martine shivered and quaked as bolts of white hot lightning vibrated inside of her. An unstoppable feeling grew until Martine thought she would burst. When she crashed over the edge, she shook and stiffened almost painfully. Delirium intruded, an extreme form of sexual delirium seized her and held her in its grip.

Martine's orgasm reached titanic proportions and a sense of detachment from her surroundings gripped her mind. She was floating in a world of ecstasy that seemed endless. 

"Oh...oh...oh Kya...oh..." Martine shrieked time and again as the intense waves exploded inside her. 

After her last series of detonations, Martine was a limp as a rag doll. The pair's bodies remained intertwined; Martine's sweaty flesh inflamed Kya's inhuman desire even further. 

But, Martine was mortal and incapable of non-stop loving. She rested her weary head on Kya's shoulder and panted in short gasps, trying to catch her breath. 

The night was already beyond extraordinary, in the upper pantheon of sexual gratification. Martine recovered enough for some soulful kissing but Kya could tell that she was exhausted.

"I love you Kya," she expressed from the depths of her soul. 

Kya gazed longingly at the wonderful human girl in her arms. 

"I will always love you..." she whispered in return.

She watched lovingly as Martine's eyelids drooped and her body relaxed into sleep.

**** 

As the sun peeked above the horizon, Martine woke to find Kya absent. She rose with a smile on her face and stretched her naked body, remembering the joys of the previous night. With a happy heart, she dressed for the day. Her trysts with Kya were dreamlike, shrouded in pulse pounding pleasure and rapture. 

Martine's reverie was interrupted by the sound of distant gunfire and concussive explosions that shook the walls. The liquidation of the Warsaw Ghetto was underway.

Peter, with a look of dread on his handsome face, ran into the tiny room.

"Stay here until I come back!" he shouted at her.

"No! I want to come with you!" she pleaded. 

"Martine, please listen to me!" 

But, Martine was an obstinate soul and followed her brother out the door. Warily they crept toward the commotion still blocks away. From a vantage point on the top floor of a corner building, they witnessed the advance of the SS into the Ghetto.