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Sanctuary Ch. 01

By: erostorm



From my mountaintop aerie, the view of the valley is breathtaking. Stretching before me for miles, the glacier, which cuts it's swatch out of these mountains, leads up to the rocky outcropping that hides the opening in the rock from prying eyes. All these long centuries, the cavernous prison within this mountain has served as haven for my kind. Driven by the Roman advance many centuries ago, fore-bearers of the ancient blood sheltered themselves here. Awaiting the Roman Legions' departure. Picking out a few unfortunate souls along the way. Roman soldiers were more than happy to leave this place. Away along the Brenner Pass in Austria. 

West of Grossglockner, the second highest peak in the eastern Alps, a mountain prison was created for his eminence the Cardinal_de_Richelieu of Paris in late 1624. A place for Richelieu, a man of great lust for power, to send his political enemies. Arrested on charges, some true, some a convenient creation of Richelieu himself. A long journey across the French, then Italian Alps ended here. Unwittingly providing my kind with a sanctuary from which to plague the lowlands in eastern Austria, and Tirol. As far east as Graz. As far West as Innsbruck itself. It was in this time, that I came to be reborn an immortal. Vampyre, the villagers would call us. For almost 400 years, I have surveyed this terrain. I've watched from this place as armies advancing in the name of madmen created more destruction in a few years than all of my kind did in a century. Watching as civilization marched forward. The invention of the rail system. Electricity. Villages grown to modern, if still gothic cities. And all the while I watch from Schloss Richelieu, cleverly and artistically hidden in the eastern face of Grossvenediger.

Every night, the moon rises beyond the pyramidal apex of Grossglockner. An artist's painting to behold. Cities and villages dot the landscape below, their lights flickering. Souls waiting to be taken. It was here, in one of these, Lienz, to the south, where I found you. My night mistress. Beautiful, alluring, deadly. Preternatural angel. You stir beneath the mountaintop. I can sense you from here. What have you been up to? These early evening feedings are as dangerous as they are exhilarating. Nearly 400 years have made me cautious. Mingling with mortals is a delicate business. Merely fifty years since I found you, and you are more beautiful than ever with your gothic appearance. Yes, undead suits you. The dark suits you. But you must take care. You are reckless in your beauty.

The mist dissipates as I emerge at the entrance to the cavernous great hall within the mountain. Once the last view that dozens of Frenchmen ever saw of the outdoors. Cauldrons, four feet across are ablaze from all corners of this great place. Fed by a natural fuel from deep within the mountain, these blazes are never squelched. Warming the hall, but not much else. Great winds blast the mountains with snow and icy cold just beyond the hewn gothic stone entranceway, typical of architecture that makes up this place. Notre Dame for the damned. Winters here are ferocious. But in this place, in this time, my attention is drawn to you. And not even the icy winter without can distract me from the sight of you, bent over a mortal. Seated in a great stone chair, his trousers around his ankles. At first you appear to be entertaining him with your mouth wrapped around his ample manhood. But upon my approach, I realize that while that may indeed been how this encounter started, there is sufficient blood mixed with his semen to have been his demise. What a tease you are. At the moment of his great climax you amused yourself by piercing his great cock with your fangs. The better to feed. What better resource of man's blood than his engorged penis at the moment of orgasm? Clever little mistress.

You recoil from your victim on my approach, but I motion you to stay. I am not angry with you my ingenue. Amused but not angry. Sensing the life just out of this poor bastard, I avail myself of a feeding myself and drain the remaining blood from his throat. Your eyes never leave me. Lustful and aflame with reflections from the cauldrons. Copper, your eyes became the day I gave you the gift of immortality. Brazen and unforgettable. Licking the remnants of your feeding from your own lips, or tasting my feeding from a short distance. I cannot tell. Your scent, however is unmistakable. The juice which flows from your perfect love lips is evidence enough. Your love play with this human more than sparked your lust for blood. Lust drives you. 

The thought of sharing your playtoy with your immortal is more than you can restrain. As you approach, the willowy garment that you wear begins to slide from your pale white skin. Your black lips purse as you reach me. Black nails reaching, one hand behind my neck the other groping for my swelling cock. Naked now, flaming red hair tossing as you drop to your knees and find the opening in my leather garment. Protection against the elements is irrelevant to an immortal, and this clothing is equally useless against your lust. As your tongue caresses the head of my manhood I release the belt that holds the garment up. You greedily suck my cock, taking the full length down your throat, though it almost chokes you. A great roar escapes me. Evil and undead, my scream echoes through the cavernous hall. I grab your head and begin fucking your mouth, oblivious to the great gashes that your fangs are digging into my erect flesh. It is not from these wounds that there is danger, but you guzzle at the ancient blood pouring down your throat. Sharing in the origins of my kind is dangerous. Small amounts can be taken in addition to human blood, but too much can overpower all but the strongest immortals. We feed on mortals out of need. The ancient blood is like nectar. Soon you are swooning and collapse to the stone floor at my feet.

I sweep you up in my arms and head for the hallway that leads further into this sanctuary. In a while, you will awaken and you will be ravenous. But no amount of ancient blood will slake your desire. I will prepare the place. A great fireplace will roar to life at the turn of a brass knob. You will awaken at my side, the two of us wrapped in furs. Ready to begin a dance of preternatural lust, the equal of which no mortal could imagine. As you drift in and out of your trance, those eyes haunt me. Was I right to make you my mistress those decades ago? 

Your eyes were a beautiful dark green when first we met. Made all the more riveting by your flaming red hair. Now, the copper is incredible. You wake from your fitful sleep and cling to me. Throwing your leg over me you begin to slide your slit over my loins. My cock immediately gets the message and roars to life. Sliding your now wet pussy over the head of my dick, I catch you on one of your downstrokes and bury myself in you. Lips parting and tongues licking. You ride like the wild child I knew 50 years ago. Yes, you are my dark mistress, and I am your immortal. An orgasm seizes you and as you lurch forward and back, I grab your hips and bury my hardness in your cunt. Still squirming on me, and rubbing your clit on the base of my hard cock, your orgasm takes you and you wail like a banshee. Your nipples are hard and at least half an inch long. I pull you to me and suckle first one, then the other, and pull them between my tongue and lips until you cry out in pain and ecstasy.

Your cries only cause my lust to rise. I roll us over and begin fucking you. Your ankles over my shoulders, I rise up arching my back and lift you by the legs along with me. Slamming my hard rod into you over and over until I feel my orgasm welling up. As I cum, our juices mix in your warmth and with each piston thrust our love is expelled from your sweet hole. A minute, two....... you pull away and once again wrap my cock in your mouth. No fangs this time as I leave you to your own skilled technique. Licking my shaft, ball and stomach. Lapping up every drop of our explosion. You stand and offer your labia, clit, stomach and breasts to my kneeling figure. I gladly return the cleaning. Pausing to take special care with your hard nub of a clit. Sensitive and aching now, it only takes me a moment to bring another orgasm upon you. This time though, the juices are released unfettered y obstruction and run down your legs. Lapping as quickly as I can so as not to miss any, I slowly reach up and embrace my mistress. Holding your breasts to my head. Your scent, OUR scent, fills the room. After a moment spent listening only to the roaring fire and the wind whistling hundreds of feet above at the flue opening. You are sleepy and time of our repose is almost here. Having wrapped you in furs, I return to the cavernous grand entranceway to finish tonight's business.

Darkness is leaving the world outside soon. And there is the business of this mortal. I wonder if his cursed soul knows the role his presence has played in the carnality that has transpired in this place tonight. As I behold his body, he still has a surprised look on his face. I would have loved to watched this play unfold from it's beginning. The anticipation, the excitement, the complete belief that you, Kierston, would be his succubus, should have been easy to detect from the start. But I was too busy ingesting the valley. Am I become complacent in my vigilance, or are you just getting better at being naught but smoke on the wind? I must take care to watch my mistress. An occasional toy is her due. But carelessness cannot be tolerated. My strength restored, I haul the mortal back up the corridor. The fireplace is his final resting place. The body corrupted by those flames. His ashes flung across the valley, borne upon the winter winter winds that blow across the Alpine plain....... the bones dropped into the abyss that fuels my fireplace. In the aftermath, there is a flurry of draft that blows cold through our sanctuary. Flesh reacts to the cold air. Your nipples, just out from the fur, spring to life. But for our repose, I would be on you again....

But I cannot take control of this sanctuary. Too many missing villagers will bring suspicion and then investigation. That would ruin everything. Viena,you are my mistress. But you will never rule me. This house will never be taken.

Never again...

...to be continued.

Sanctuary Ch. 02



At 47 years old, I thought that I knew everything there was to know about sex and pleasure, giving and receiving. But, as I was to learn during one early spring evening in Cleveland, I really didn't know anything at all.

I had just completed the last day of a four day business meeting and had wandered into my hotel room thinking about packing my bags for the late-morning flight back home. Traveling with three others, the trip had been productive, and the night that I spent with Dani was etched deeply into my mind, a memory to be cherished, forever. Tomorrow, we would fly home, part at the airport, she would go back to her husband and I to my wife. All would be well in the outside world and the time spent together would sooth our inside worlds for awhile.

Earlier that evening, the four of us enjoyed a light dinner at the hotel restaurant. Scott and Eric were engaged in a very spirited conversation about our local college football team. My mind was quiet and Dani continually stole glances into my eyes and flashed the beginnings of her beautiful smile. Scott and Eric were the first to rise from the table. As I started to stand, I felt Dani's foot step on top of mine. As I looked at her, she flashed the "wait" sign and I continued to sit for another minute or so. As the guys disappeared into the loud Embassy Suites lobby, Dani and I rose and walked out, together.

"I will be over at 8:00, if that is OK with you?" Dani seemed to be asking rather than telling, but I told her that I would be waiting. "Good", she replied, "I have something else to give you, and I think you'll want to keep it with you, forever."

Now that made my mind clutter with all kinds of crazy ideas and I couldn't help but to stand and stare at her as she walked away from me in the crowded lobby.

By 8:00, I was packed for the trip, except for the items I would need in the morning. My laptop snapped shut at 7:30 and I took a long hot shower and shaved, trying to be as fresh as I could be for the beautiful woman who was coming to give me another "present". I threw-on my gym shorts and "college" t-shirt (sorry, my small alma-mater must remain private, I don't want them to know what kind of a pervert they graduated) and sat in the "entry room" to wait for Dani. The anticipation was tough as my heart was pounding and I wondered what type of surprise I would receive, tonight. 

Dani is a beautiful woman, 29 years old but with the body of someone 10 years younger. She has no kids and recently married a guy that she planned to start a family with. Her marriage was formed out of desperation as she knew that she was approaching 30, single, with little to show for her life. As a result, she was continually frustrated by the antics of her husband, someone who was obviously too immature to settle down. For this reason, we began talking about life and I became her trusted sounding board, her sanctuary as she called it. It seems that our conversations helped her cope with life and the sparse pieces of advice that I provided her from time to time, helped her reign-in her husband, giving her more of what she wanted at home.

The previous night, Dani had visited my room and provided me warm physical pleasure that she said matched the mental pleasure that I provided for her. This morning when we parted, she told me that she would be back, tonight, to give me a second helping of "sanctuary".

I was startled by the knock at the door and my heart was pounding as I opened it to greet her. She gave me her beautiful smile as she walked past me into the room.

"Tonight, I want to give you something that I don't think you've ever had. But, to receive this gift, you have to do what I ask you to do, nothing more and nothing less. I will use everything that I have to make this night the best that you have ever experienced." With these words, she took me by the hand (dumbfounded, I might add) and led me to the middle of the room. 

"I'm yours" was all I could think to reply.

When she had me where she wanted me (in the middle of the room), she stopped and hugged me tightly, then leaned her head back to look into my eyes. "Like I told you last night, you have helped me cope for the past year, one of the most difficult years of my life. And for that, I love you. I mean that sincerely, I do love you. But, as you said yourself, we're separated by time. Your daughter is nearly my age and it's not fair of me to ask you to share her with new kids, our kids. I want kids so bad, and Adam will provide them for me. But, from time to time, I will return to you to show you every bit of feeling that I have for you."

I looked into her eyes and kissed her on the forehead. She stopped me when I started to reply. "I don't want you to say anything tonight, nothing. I just want us to experience something that very few people come to enjoy." Then she broke our embrace and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Before I could really react, she had also reached down and yanked my shorts to my ankles. I was suddenly embarrassed as I stood, naked, before her. Then she reached into her purse and pulled a black scarf out, the one that she had wrapped around her neck to keep warm during our cab ride from the airport. She placed it over my eyes and I immediately smelled the faint scent of her perfume that must have rubbed off of her skin on Sunday afternoon. It was intoxicating, to say the least.

"You need to be hard for a long time, tonight, so I brought along a little helper, something that will help you delay your orgasm while keeping your lovely cock as hard as steel." Then, she rubbed something on my cock...all over my cock, actually. It was cold, like an alcohol pad. 

This caused my mind to shift into overdrive. In the next few seconds, I thought of every rough fuck that I had given to my two wives and one girlfriend in college. I couldn't believe that Dani was going to let me do this to her, but I was going to enjoy trying to withhold my release until I had given her all of the pleasure that she wanted.

Dani was still fully clothed. Several seconds after wiping my cock with the cool pad, she hugged me. Her sweater felt so soft against my naked chest and I felt her warm hands rubbing my back as she pressed her head against my shoulder and rocked me slowly. About this time, my cock began to tingle and get very warm. I had never felt anything like this and it very quickly rose to it's full height and girth, throbbing as if I had placed a tight cock ring around the base. But, there was no cock ring.

"I see you are coming along. The package says to beware of any erection lasting more than four hours, that I'm supposed to take you to the hospital. But, I won't, I'll do whatever it takes to make it last all night!"

Again my mind went into overdrive. My cock felt like it was on fire, each beat of my heart burning through it. Dani walked me into the bedroom and sat me down in the desk chair (on one of the bed pillows). After arranging me just right, she told me to place my arms behind the chair and hold the back legs and not to let go until she told me. Of course, I did as she asked. I then heard her removing her clothes. I was beginning to get cold as I had forgotten to turn on the heat for the evening, and my body was covered with goose bumps. Not my cock and balls, though, I could still feel hot blood flowing through my groin with every heartbeat. 

I felt Dani's hands on my shoulders as she straddled me and the chair. Then, faster than I thought possible, she sat directly on my cock and pulled me into her warmth. To say that she was soaked would be an understatement. It felt as though my cock was slipping into warm butter. And the heat was intense. As she sat on me, she locked her legs around the back legs of the chair and hugged me tightly, pulling her chest to mine, and I felt her head nuzzling my neck and shoulder. All I can compare this feeling to would be sitting a few feet in front of a fireplace and feeling the intense heat warm your entire body. 

Dani eventually kissed my ear and told me to "put your arms around me." She also reached up and untied the blindfold, allowing it to fall to the floor. I was shocked. She had turned all the lights on and for the first time, I could clearly see parts of her naked body. Her color was beautiful. Her Italian heritage gave her the most beautiful olive skin which was tan from an earlier trip to Hawaii with her husband. I could really only see her neck and shoulders, but the clear tan lines from her bathing suit top looked so inviting. I held my arms around her and rubbed her back slowly, in more of a massaging motion than trying to excite her. I knew that she was in control and that my job was to simply enjoy our union. I nuzzled my cheek against the side of her head and just held her tightly.

You would think sitting on a straight back desk chair would be uncomfortable, but it wasn't. My mind quieted after awhile and I began to notice various parts of my body. Perhaps the most upfront feeling was the connection between our chests. It was not a sexual connection, Dani was pressed to tight against me to let me enjoy the feeling of her breasts and nipples. It was our hearts. I could distinctly feel both of our hearts beating, deep and slow, much slower than before, but like a slow, distant drumbeat, quiet but reassuring. 

I could also feel her, our heat. It was intense, but not uncomfortable. Like laying in the mid-afternoon sun at the beach (and I always wondered why dogs found "sunspots" in the house, now I knew the feeling). The other heat I felt was in my cock. It was continuing to burn with every heartbeat, but the burn was pleasurable and kind of felt like the beginning of an orgasm, but there was no orgasm to follow. I could feel it throb against the tight walls of her vagina and knew that she could feel every one of my heartbeats, in her chest and deep within her womb. I wondered for a second what this must have felt like to her, but then my thoughts wandered back into my own experience.

As this encounter continued, Dani held me tightly within her. From the time that she sat on my cock, she had not moved. It's strange, but by this time, I usually would have thrown a woman on her back and fucked her hard and fast. But this was different. I had no physical or mental urge to fuck her. I was completely content to experience the moment. And as we continued to hold our position, the realization hit me that I was not inside of Dani, she was actually inside of me! Her entire being had merged with mine and the two of us simply experienced the single body/mind connection that most people will never come to understand, much less experience.

"Did you feel that?" She quietly whispered in my ear. I simply sighed. "So did I", she replied. "I've been saving this gift for the right person my entire life. Nobody else will ever feel the connection that we've enjoyed for the past hour. No man will ever touch my soul the way that you have, both in words or through the bond that we've just created. I'm so sorry that we can't spend the rest of our days together like this, but we always have a sanctuary that we can reenter when we need to recharge our lives."

"Now, put your hands on my legs and keep them there for a minute."

Reluctantly, I broke the bonds of our embrace (of course, she was still tightly wrapped around me). She leaned back slightly and for the first time and looked into my eyes. Her eyes are beautiful, dark brown with almost a hint of dark green in the right light. She removed her arms from the back of the chair (she had been holding on to the back supports the entire time) and lifted higher, allowing me the first look at her beautiful breasts, which were capped by the most interesting small dark nipples. Then, she brought my attention back to her eyes as she reached a hand between us and slowly rubbed her clit for a moment. Every now and then, she would flex her pussy around my cock as she did this, but she never once created an in and out motion by rolling her hips. As she came, she never broke eye contact and the look in her eyes was simply breath-taking. My balls were suddenly cold and I could tell that she had released a great deal of fluid with her orgasm.

The fire continued to burn in my cock and I am sure that she could sense some animal desires coming over me. She stood up, breaking our connection for the first time in over an hour. I looked down at my cock which was a terrible orange-red color, capped with a purple head. The veins were sticking out lewdly from all sides and I could see my pulse throb through it.

Dani broke the silence. "Lay down on the bed. I know that you want to fuck me, but you can't, that's reserved for another. I can get fucked any time, but, I want to finish making love to you, my way."

I lay in the middle of the bed and like the other night, Dani climbed on top of me, engulfed me into her pussy, and lowered her body down to mine. "Anybody can fuck" she said, "and it really feels good. But this is what I believe the gods were considering when they invented sex." She slowly raised and lowered her hips and slid her pussy along the length of my cock. As she did so, the fire returned. The heat on the top half of my cock was tremendous, like someone was holding a lighter under me. As soon as I stopped worrying about the heat, I began to accept the extreme pleasure that her slow hip rolling action was providing. I had no desire to cum, but I wanted her to continue because the pleasure was intense. For a brief moment, she gained speed and then grunted and collapsed completely on top of me, total dead weight, as she came hard. 

She raised her head and looked at me with that great "Dani smile", her eyes full of fire and life. Then she returned to her previous, slow pace. After awhile, I think my heartbeat gave away my desire and she again sped her pace. This time, however, she sat completely up on my lap, giving me an outstanding view of all her treasures. Then, she simply rode me. It didn't take long until I tensed and experienced the hardest, longest, most intense orgasm of my life. After I came down, Dani resumed her prone position on top of me.

"I hope you enjoyed my gift" she said. "We will come together from time to time in our lives and continue to experience the pleasure that we've created. I'm also looking forward to our conversations, when you can make me feel, inside, the way that I've just made you feel."

We slept quietly together that night, enjoying wordless companionship that will last for a lifetime. The next day, we met our partners, flew home, and resumed our lives. One thing that I've learned from all of this is the importance of "making love". When I returned home, I made a serious effort to stop "fucking" my wife so often and taking time to make love to her. And it's worked! Our relationship has always been good, but it only took a few sessions of me entering her (in the missionary position), then stopping, looking into her eyes, talking to her, and helping her enjoy the "connection" than we've come closer together than we've ever been. As for Dani, she's still there, we talk everyday, and we will come together again when the time is right.

Some of you may think this is wrong, but as I've heard others say, "it is what it is". Dani and I are separated by time and cannot experience life together...that's reserved for our partners. But it doesn't change our bond...and we're both thinking that in the afterlife, ... 



Sanctuary Ch. 02



This story is copyright 2006 of destinie21

Please don't view this story if you are under the age of 18 or if otherwise prohibited by local law.

* Just a note to the readers to let them know that this story is part 2 of what is currently a two part story. In order to understand the emotions, background and other such things it would be best to begin at the beginning and read part 1.* 

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For the first time in a long time I rose before my lover. Probably because of my impromptu cat nap on the sofa. I was too restless to just lay in the bed, and once I emerged from the bathroom after taking a long shower I found that I wasn't content to just sit around either. Instead of waking Rafi I left him a note and then left our home for the solitude of my studio. I hadn't sculpted anything for quite sometime but today 

I found myself pulling out the clay that I kept beneath one of the kitchen cupboards. It was wrapped in a thick black contractors bag and had to be kept moist so that it would remain pliable. I kept the clay moist but hadn't used it for months. I folded and kneaded it, working out the bubbles of air that would cause it to explode when it was cured. After the clay had been prepped I found myself working the large lump of clay into the vague silhouette of a woman. I had to constantly spray the messy material to keep it workable what had started out as only an inkling of an idea was now being birthed through my hands. 

I worked for hours without even thinking about how much time had passed. I was so lost in my work I almost didn't hear the phone ringing. My first instinct was to ignore the shrill invasive sound but when it went on without interruption I found that I couldn't block it out. Rinsing off my hands and drying them on the makeshift smock I donned I picked up the noisy contraption with a sigh of exasperation. I hated having my artistic flow interrupted, and whoever was on the other end of this line was about to catch hell if there wasn't some sort of emergency going on.

Hello The single syllable managed to convey the full weight of my emotion. 

The caller on the other end of the phone laughed a rich deep laugh. I'd only heard it once before, still I immediately recognized it as Zahriah's. Damn what the hell time was it? I'd forgotten my plans to meet her for an afternoon meal. 

I'm sorry Raissa, The laughter carried over in her voice and I got the distinct impression that she wasn't at all sorry. 

Am I disturbing you? 

No. I lied with a smile.

So then you were just ignoring me? 

What? No of course not I just lost track of time. 

I managed to turn and glance at the clock on the wall. It was half past three. 

I called your studio like four times girl. Again there was that laugh. 

I shrugged even though she couldn't see the gesture and told her how lost I sometimes got in my work. 

She assured me that she fully understood then asked if I happened to be hungry.

Yes. 

I said realizing that I hadn't eaten all day long. Besides that I wanted to see Zahriah , for reasons I couldn't quite define. Her personality and conversation intrigued me. I couldn't wait to be in her presence again. We agreed to meet at Ambonisye's, a small Tanzanian café. I'd heard many good things about the restaurant but somehow I had never found the time to sample their cuisine. 

I took the time to carfully re-wrap my newborn sculpture and then cleaned up my work space. I couldn't stand to leave a mess even when I was in somewhat of a rush. I ran a tub full of hot water and lavender scented soap. While the water was running I unearthed a clean wash cloth and towel from the linen closet which had become somewhat of a catchall closet. I'd promised Zahriah that I'd meet her in forty five minutes, I knew it would only take me five minutes to get there riding at break neck speed in a taxi, but I still was cutting it close. I didn't take the time to luxuriate in the water like I was wont to do, instead I made quick work of washing the sweat form my skin and scrubbing the ash colored clay from beneath my short nails. 

When I was done I drained the water and dried my skin. Again I spared a few moments to clean up, and put the bathroom back in order. When I had done that I lotioned my skin and looked for an outfit to put on. Unfortunately none of the cloths that remained in my studio seemed right. I wished I had time to run home and find the perfect ensemble but there just wasn't time. Instead of agonizng and wasting even more time on indecision I quickly picked out a simple orange sundress . The dress was halter style and displayed more than a hint of clevage, while clinging in all the right places. It had been one of my favorites although I had forgotten all about it, putting it on I couldn't even remember why I'd left it in my studio instead of at home in my closet. I paired the dress with a simple pair of brown leather sandals and took the time to put on the little bit of makeup that I carried around in my purse. Again I found that I would have liked to go home and take more time getting ready but it looked like this was as good as it would get. 

I examined the results in the full length mirror that was suspended on the back of the bathroom door. I wasn't quite satisfied but I wasn't really unhappy with my appearance either. I couldn't put my finger on exactly why and I didn't have time to mull it over. I had an appointment to keep.

When I arrived at Ambonisye's Zahriah was already there. Checking my watch I saw that I was right on time. Still I hated having kept her waiting, I was so impatient my damn self that I hated to keep other people waiting on me. 

The woman stood and greeted me with a smile. I smiled in return, but my first inclination was to blush. The way she was looking at me somehow made me feel shy. As if I had accidently showed up naked, and just suddenly realized. I couldn't even meet her gaze, so I lowered my eyes as I sat down. 

"You look beautiful" She said.

I suddenly felt beautiful once she had spoken. Again I knew I was blushing. Is Zahriah James actually flirting with me? Yes I think she is. I think I kind of like it too. Damn. I looked up again she was still watching me. For a moment I felt like a deer must feel beneath the sudden bright beams of oncoming headlights. I couldn't help but stare, transfixed even as danger rushed toward me. She spoke first ending the silence that had stretched between us since my arrival. 

"Why don't we try the Mchuzi wa bata." 

"And what exactly is that?" I asked 

She went through a long explanation about the preparation of a Tanzanian recipe for duckling, while I watched the way her lips hugged the words that were leaving her mouth. When she finished I answered with a simple.

"Sure." 

The waiter showed up bearing menus only to find that we had decided on a dish which would be more than enough for the two of us to share. He smiled and commended our choice and then inquired about drinks and appetizer. Once the ordering was taken care of he disappeared only to return moments later bearing our beverages. Then once again we were left to keep one another company. 

 Just as with the day before time seemed to fly by as we talked about everything and nothing at all. Part of me wanted to deny the attraction that I knew was between us, if I were more niaeve or even just able to trick myself into thinking I could be that naieve I know I could have pretended not to feel the link between us. 

 It was almost easy to ignore because it was only slightly stronger than the pull and affiliation I felt for any of my other female friends, but it was different too. I knew that like I knew my own name. I had never been attracted to a woman before but I had been attracted to men and I knew the tell tale signs of my own attraction. Knowing that I wanted her should have been like a lighthouse sending out a warning beacon, instead of straying from the light she threw off I was headed right for it. I shouldn't have been surprised when I crashed against the rocky shore and found my life scattered in bits and pieces around me.

I guess the best way to explain it was simply that I was curious. Not about what she could do to or for me and not about what it would be like to be with a woman. No my curiosity like everything else in my small world revolved around me, I wanted to know exactly what it was that was making me feel her like I was. Just like with my art I was searching for answers, even when I wasn't sure how to phrase the questions I was looking and searching for the answers.

 I guess that's why I kept Zahriah in my life, when I should have walked away without a backward glace. At that point I didn't even plan on being with her, not sexually and certainly not emotionally. I was willing to treat the whole thing like an carefully controlled experiment. Once I found out why she evoked these feeling in me I could let it go, and walk away with my answers and my self assurances about who I was. Even at 28 I didn't have sense enough to realize that I couldn't control people and events, this wasn't some damn chemistry set I could play with and then put away. 

Five months later I knew it hadn't become a question of if I would be with her, the question had become when. She had pulled me into her life and I had opened the door for her to stroll right into mine. The most enticing thing about her was how she would spend hours just listening to me talk or conversing with me. Even though I didn't want to make comparisons between her and Rafi I just couldn't help it. Rafi and I communicated and talked but one thing he couldn't understand was what it was like to be constantly in the spotlight and constantly living up to the expectations of an entire race. 

I couldn't fully explain it then and I don't know if I can do so now but I'll try. See the black community is just like one big fucked up ass family. We had our black sheep who you just didn't acknowledge. The drug dealers and drug addicts were like the cousin you knew was a crack head but you just never said shit about it in public, still you made sure to keep your money tucked inside your bra just in case he started to wild out. Then there were the achievers the ones who were your family's pride and joy, half of the family just wanted them to succeed to bring some sort of credibility and pride to the family name. The other half pretended to want to see you do good but they were just watching for you to trip up or fall down, just so they could wispher about how you wasn't shit anyway or how it served you right for thinking you could do better or be better or expect better. 

 When I did well I felt that pride but just like the haters I was clocking my time on top and wondering when and if I would fall. My own personal achievements became those of my entire community because one of "theirs" had done well. Still the pressure of being a success was getting to me I didn't want to let the "family" down but I wasn't sure if I could keep on making them proud. The fucked up part about the community was the fact that there was no unity or solidarity. In that area we differed from a real family unit. Anybody that grew up around the way knew for sure that if you messed with somebody it was open season for their older brothers, sisters, or cousin and friends to beat you down like a Hebrew slave. The community on a whole didn't care or give a damn who caught a beat down as long as it didn't personally affect them. That's why nobody but the police gave a damn about the 12, 13 and fourteen year olds tricking on the boulevard. 

They own mamas probably didn't care, and nobody said a thing when drugs started infiltrating and taking over right out in the open, and young boys went from playing cops and robbers to running from the police. If you told you were a snitch if you tried to stop it you were a hater, and you might come up missing and nobody would even try to look for you, lest they catch a bullet on your behalf. If you wanted to move you were a straight up sell out and all of sudden you were beaugious for not wanting to be all up in a place filled with crime, violence, drugs and God only knew what else. 

Everybody wanted better but when somebody got it the same folks that were struggling to get out was trying to pull you back in.

We were competing and back biting and hating each other while at the same time we were loving and praying and hoping for each other. I guess that's the reason drama was always popping off in predominantly black areas. There was such a thin line between love and hate, with both of the emotions being equal things could turn volitaile in a second. 

Zahriah and I would talk about the community and how it felt to be a success, sometimes we would discuss the many stresses that living in the public eye could bring and more than anything else we each spoke about our fear of failure or not living up to the expectations that were constantly and silently being set before us. We also talked about being down for the cause. We wanted things to be better for black folks and got mad that so many of them didn't seem to want better for themselves. She speculated on things being a constant struggle because black people on a whole were still living with a slave mentality.

"Why you think that?" I asked her after she had said the black community was stuck in a slave mentality. 

We were sitting in her apartment, the place was her all over, from the books that lined her many book shelves to the collection of records she had alphabetized inside of an entertainment system with tinted, and leaded glass doors. Even her scent invaded the entirety of her apartment like she took her smell from it instead of the other way around. She was standing up pacing the floor while I sat on her deep dark, so brown it was almost black leather sofa 



 "Because even though "we" talk about being sick and tired of being sick and tired, we still have people focusing on light skin and good hair like we trying to make house nigga or something. Instead of cleaning up the community you see people aiding and abetting criminals, and letting drugs and guns come up in the places where we rest our heads. You know like I know the epidemic of drugs is in the suburbs just like its in the ghetto, there's crack heads and coke heads and weed heads everywhere but you wont catch those white folks bringing the shit up in their homes and offices." 

She paused to take a breath before going on 

"They leave that to us. Hell they don't even have to kill us and rob us and rape us anymore, they set us up to do that to ourselves. Just like marionettes we jump every time they pull those damn puppet masters pull those puppet strings. We need to cut loose and be our own masters but we to focused on keeping the next person down to go on ahead and get up." 

 I nodded thinking she was right, her answer was thought out and on point. I wanted to disagree with all the negative things she had said but I just couldn't because they were right. I was amped up on her passion and the fire in her eyes when she spoke. I found myself getting her into political or racial conversations just to see her all up in arms. 

"I guess." I said like I was speculating even though I agreed with her one hundred percent.

"What do you mean you guess?" She asked placing both her hands on her hips like she was about to jump bad on me. I knew she hated indecisive answers but I just couldn't resist teasing her a little bit. 

"Dang girl what are you gonna do beat the answer out of me?" I smiled and searched her eyes. She relaxed her pose and a smile drifted around the corners of her full lips. 

"Why do I always let you get me all revved up?"

"Because you like what I do." I let my smile get bigger while I watched her watch me. 

"Yeah I do." She said pulling her eyes away from my face and looking off in another direction. 

 She was always doing that when the attraction got to strong, it had been damn near six months since I'd first met her and a little less than four since I'd tried to let her know she could have it anytime and anywhere that she wanted it. She hadn't turned me down exactly but she made it clear that she wasn't about to be unfaithful to her girl friend. 

I had never met the woman but I didn't like her just because she was stopping Zahriah from being with me. Her name was Ayana Wakefield. She was a photo journalist or something like that. She was always off on some assignment so it wasn't her physical presence that got in my way. Even now she was in Hati slumming it in some village. She had been home for two weeks last month but never seemed to make it more than 14 days on shore without jetting off to some foreign country. 

Zariah had a few pictures of the woman around so even though I had never met her I knew she was light skinned and slender. She had light brown eyes and kinky black hair that she was sporting in a nappy and happy afro. She was smiling in every single shot , showing off the slight gap between her otherwise perfect teeth. 

There was one picture that drew my eyes every time I came into her home. It was an eight by ten with the two women hugging in a more that friendly embrace. The both of them were smiling like crazy. You could see their love and happiness even in the stillness of the photograph. Part of me hated myself for wanting to break them apart just so I could get in but a bigger part of me wanted to be the girl in Zahriah's arms sharing and adding to her happiness. 

Forget the fact that I had Rafi, women were always complaining about not being able to find a good black man who had a steady job no kids no records no drama. I had found just that, even now I was wearing his ring on the third finger of my left hand. I had promised to be his wife and his helpmeet and now here I was cheating. True indeed that I hadn't touched, kissed or even held Zariah, still I was having an emotional affair with her and as soon as she opened the door things would get physical. I never consciously thought about what I was risking every time I went to her house or to meet her somewhere. Instead of thinking about what I was doing I put Rafi from my mind and went ahead and did what I wanted to do.

 By the time she met my eyes again the lust I knew I had seen there only moments ago was gone. I sighed and stretched, I didn't miss the way her eyes drifted over me when she thought I wasn't looking. I smiled to myself but didn't let on that I had caught her looking. I knew she was feeling me and wanting me but it looked like I still couldn't have her. It both enticed me and put me off that she wasn't giving me what I wanted. I checked my watch and saw that once again the hours had passed us by. For the first time I noted that the sky outside of her windows had darkened. It was winter so it tended to get dark early but the glance at my watch had told me it was well past eight o clock. 

I had been here for four and a half hours. Rafi thought I was at my studio because I had allowed him to think so. I had in fact gone to my studio in the morning just like I told him I would but I'd cut out at 3:30 knowing he would think I was working.

Still I was frustrated and I knew I needed to go on and go home.

"I'm about to go." I said letting her know my intentions. 

 "Oh so just because I won't give you none you about to go get some from "your" man?" 

 She had hit the nail on the head but I was still mad about it. She hardly ever bought Rafi up but when she did it always ended in anger. I didn't want her throwing how wrong I was up in my face, I didn't want to think about that part of our situation and certainly didn't want to own up to my own dirt. 

Like I said it was true that I was never more ready to make love to Rafi than when I left Zahriah. She kept me open and wanting but her constant refusal to be there for me physically left me sexually frustrated. I would leave her and be ready to jump on Rafi and ride his dick like I was a jockey and he was a prize winning thoroughbred. He didn't notice or he didn't care because he was always ready and happy to have me. 




Sanctuary Ch. 02



"My sex life is none of your business." I stated calmly even though on the inside I was mad as hell. 

 All I wanted was for my sex life to be her business but she wasn't trying to have it. Still she seemed mad that I was getting it from anywhere. I couldn't quite understand why she was so put out by my relationship with Rafiki. It had in fact been Rafi who introduced us so it wasn't like I sprang him on h er out of nowhere. I mean sure I was jealous of her girlfriend and even trying to oust the woman to get what I wanted but it wasn't because I didn't want Zahriah to be with anyone. Hell if she would have me I'd gladly play the role of the other woman. 

I wasn't mad that Ayana existed I was mad that even in her absence it was like she was right there standing between us. Zahriah seemed not only mad at Rafi for existing in my life but also resentful as hell that I went home and slept in his arms every night. 

I had long since made it clear that she have me physically so him standing in the way on that front wasn't even a problem which is why I couldn't understand her hostility. It didn't even occur to me that she had "caught feelings" for me. I wasn't accustomed to being with a woman and I didn't fully realize that linking myself to her in an emotional way could be far stronger than any sexual pull would ever be. 

""No, your right Raissa it's not." 

 With that she turned away and walked deeper into her house. A moment later I heard a door close. I saw myself out slamming the door a little bit harder than necessary. Walking outside I hailed a taxi and as it pulled away from the curb all I wanted to do was cry. I hated fighting and having contention between us but more than that I hated when she walked away and shut me out.

By the time I got home I had dried my tears and rubbed some lotion on my face to erase the evidence of tears. As I rode the elevator up to my apartment I slipped easily into back into the role of the loving committed fiancé Rafi thought me to be. Unlike with him I couldn't put Zahriah out of my mind for minutes at a time let alone hours but I could easily play the part of the woman he had come to know. Wasn't every move I made just me playing a part anyway? 

"Hey baby." Rafi swept me into his strong dark arms and kissed me deeply after greeting me verbally. 

I returned his senseous kiss, and answered with a dazed hey of my own when he pulled his lips from mine. 

My body responded to his touch and his kiss, I had entered the house in a state of arousal and him holding me and kissing me like that had me ready to strip of my clothes and fuck the hell out of him right there in the front entrance. I wanted badly to jump his sexy bones but I knew he would know something was up if I started acting like I was a damn freak or something. I wasn't conservative by any means but I had also never fucked him on the marble floor of our foyer. I pulled away from him and smiled like everything in my world was peaches and cream. I stripped of my winter coat and hung it in the closet before turning to face him again. 

"I'm going to take a bath." I let him know as I walked into the bedroom and on thru to the master bath. 

I had started unbuttoning my blouse right in the front hall and made sure he caught an eyeful of my ample cleavage. I ran a steaming hot bath sweetened with the scent of concentrated rose oil and sweet smelling soap. By the time I got out of the tub and let the water flow down the drain I knew he would be ready. Just as I predicted he was ready and waiting in the bedroom when I came out wrapped in nothing but a plush baby pink towel. 

 He was siting on the bed buck naked in all his beautiful glory, running his hand up and down the shaft of his long thick penis. I stood there watching him for a moment, he knew I loved to watch him pleasuring himself he also knew it would only be a few minutes before I joined in. Just watching him handle his erection had me getting wet as bat-winged butterflies filled my stomach. I dropped my towel right where I stood and pinched my nipples while I watched him watch me. I was teasing him knowing he liked to watch just as much if not more than I did. 

Taking my left hand I lifted my right breast to my lips and flicked my tongue over my own hard dark brown nipple. He moaned as I teased myself. I switched from one breast to the other getting excited by my own damn self. After a few moments I went back to pinching my now wet nipples with my right hand while I slipped my left hand between my thighs. I could feel the silky wetness of my arousal at the entrance of my pussy. I spread the wetness between my lips and over my hard clit. I was so into it I closed my eyes and didn't even realized he had moved until he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed he had so recently vacated. 

 He knelt over me looking into my eyes as if he could see my soul in their depths, a moment later he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. He kissed my lips pushing his tongue into my mouth and then sucking my bottom lip. I could have skipped the foreplay and got right to the main event but he took me slowly. He kissed my neck flicking his tongue over my collarbone as he ran his strong tapered fingers over the expanse of my smooth brown skin. He touched me everywhere first with his fingers and then with his lips. I was almost in tears by the time I felt his warm wet tongue sliding between the folds of my throbbing pussy. 

He licked sucked and tasted every place he knew would make me moan, he took me over the edge twice before he eased up my body and hovered over me like he was about to start doing push ups. I knew he liked to take me like this, he would spread my thighs and push my knees up by my shoulders so he could hit it deep and hard. At the start of our realtionship I had hated this position because with his size and girth it was just to much and instead of being pleasurable it was just down right uncomfortable. Over the years I had gotten used to his size and he always made sure I was turned on and wet and open for him. 

 Still this wasn't my favorite position, it wasn't entirely uncomfortable any more and once he got going I could flow with it but tonight I wanted him to hit it from the back. Pressing my hand against his chest I pushed him slightly. Without even having to ask he rolled off of me. He lay flat on his back probably assuming that I wanted to be on top so I could ride him. It was tempting with him laying there all sweat slicked and ready but I still wanted what I wanted. Instead of mounting him I sat up and got off the bed. I knelt on the large soft area rug that covered the floor surrounding our bed and the space underneath. 

 Resting most of my weight on my elbows I dipped my back low and pushed my ass higher into the air. Looking at him I licked my lips then pulled the bottom one between my teeth and held it there. He didn't need to be asked to kneel behind me and grasp hold of my full hips and slide his long thick shaft between the wet waiting lips of my pussy. He penetrated me slowly letting me feel every inch of him. I moaned as he stretched me and filled me to capacity. I tightened my muscles wanting to show him how much I wanted him. He slid out slowly until the head of his penis was the only thing left inside of me then he stroked back in just as slowly. 

 Now I love a slow smooth ass fuck but right now I wanted it hard fast and rough. Resting my hands on the floor I pushed back hard and fast forcing him to pick up his slow steady rhythm. He caught my more than hint and started hitting that shit hard and fast. We were moving to a passion and a beat that was primal and I still wanted more I pushed back against him grinding my ass in a circle letting him hit every spot that would drive me crazy. When I squeezed my inner muscles tight around him he called out my name and moved even faster. Bracing myself on my right hand I slid my left hand between my thighs and stroked my clit hard and fast. He took me over the edge then followed before we both collapsed wet with sweat and spent on the rug. He lay ontop of me for a while before he stood and helped me to my feet. I wanted to take a shower and eat a little something before I settled down for the night but all Rafi wanted to do was pull me onto the bed and start all over again. He could go two or three rounds once I got him good and revved up and for that I wasn't even a little mad at him. 

He kissed my lips and slid into me slow and easy while he took me the way he liked best. This time I was ready to be penetrated hard and extra deep. I raised my legs and spread them wide. He held them in his strong hands and worked his shaft hard fast and deep inside of me. I was so sensitive and ready that it only took a few strokes to have me moaning his name and calling him daddy. We fell asleep after that buck naked with our limbs and breath entangled. 

 When I woke early the next morning I knew I was smiling and glowing from all that good lovin that I'd had. All I could do all while I showered and dressed was smile and be happy that my man could put it down like a king in the bedroom. I dressed in a tight fitting black sweater and some black pants that hugged all my curves. When I got to my studio I would strip down and put on my make shift smock over my expensive lingerie . The smock was an oversized shirt that hung to my thighs and had once been my lover's. There were splotches of paint every where on it and no matter how much I lovingly washed it, the shirt always seemed in need of care. 

I had long since finished my sculpture of the woman, I had started the morning after I met Zahriah. She had been my unknowing inspiration and I couldn't shake her from the walls of my imagination. The woman looked so much like the object of my affections it would be unfair to say it wasn't her. She was sitting there naked with her arms and legs crossed, and a turban wrapped tightly around her long locs. Some of the locs fell loose and showed. On her lips sat a mysterious smile and her eyes seemed to laugh at you because the ends were slightly upturned. 

It was my best work ever and I hadn't showed it to a soul. No one would be able to deny the beauty of what she had inspired. It had been cast and the glossed all in a deep dark obsidian. I couldn't help but stare at it with pride. That's how Zahriah found me. Half dressed and full of pride. When she knocked on the door I knew it couldn't be anyone but her. She was the only one welcome in my studio. Usually I kept the statue cloaked and only uncovered it when I needed to think. 

Staring into her face helped me sort my thoughts out. This time though I had sparked a J and was sitting on my old couch touching myself while I thought about last night. I had left her uncovered and was staring straight into her eyes proud as hell of my creation. She was so perfect yet not as exquisitely designed as the woman she was fashioned after. 

When she knocked on the door I was to disconnected to remember to recover the statue. She had wondered many times what I kept so tightly under wraps but I still hadn't given her so much as a hint. Now here it was out in the open. She stared at it when I came in then looked at me. I was standing there with my shirt unbuttoned and my hair in disarray. 

 She looked at the statue for long moments of silence and then suddenly stepped closer to me. Her kiss was so sudden I didn't even see her move. She just pulled my head close to hers and then touched her warm lips to mine. I was so shocked I almost didn't respond. Then I did, pulling her closer to me flicked my tongue against her lips. She part her lips and let her tongue touch mine. My body felt like it was about to catch fire. I wanted her to touch me and lick me all over. The thought of her straight white teeth sinking gently into my flesh while as she licked and bit me made me moan. She pulled away then and did the worse thing in the world. 

"I'm sorry." She had apologized for kissing me!

I couldn't even believe this shit. I swear fore God I couldn't. I just turned away from her and wandered into my old bedroom. There were tears in my eyes but I didn't even know I was crying until she told me to stop. She grabbed arm turned me toward her. 

"Stop crying Raissa , please stop.' 

She was pleading with me like she couldn't stand to see my tears. She pulled me closer as she cupped my face in her hands and once again her lips parted as she kissed me hard and deep. I knew I wouldn't have her tonight but at least something had finally happened. Now I felt like something was about to jump off. I couldn't wait. I should have showed her the statue months ago. I was right she didn't give herself to me but she did kiss me one last time. 

 She held me close then we left to go to a little deli that I knew of. They had the best subs in the world. We drank and ate and got intoxicated on each other. When I left her that night I was smiling like I was just as satisfied with her time as I was with the night of passion Rafi had given me. 

My fiancé wasn't waiting for me on this night when I felt I needed relief the most. He was off somewhere doing business no doubt. Or maybe he was cheating on me like I was cheating on him. I found myself distrusting him and whereabouts because I was being dishonest with him and myself. 

As long as it wasn't physical I could cop out of my cheating and lie to him and myself for just a little longer. Today had shot that myth out of my mind. I had kissed another person, my lips had been shared and soon my body would be too. It was with a woman to boot. If someone had told me a week before I meet Zahriah that I would be necking with her in my studio more half a year later I would have laughed and told them to stop playing. But this here wasn't no game and things had suddenly gotten crucial as hell. 

 Much later in the evening I sat eating a sandwich lonely and dissatified. I wasn't wishing for my strong dark man who still wasn't home. I was thinking of a tall dark woman with long locs that fell to the middle of her back. I picked up the phone and dialed her number but dropped it back into the reciever with disgust when a light sweet voice that could never be Zahriah's spoke into the phone. 

I guess her little high yellow bitch was back. I hated myself for thinking that thought, but I hated Ayana's presence even more. I wondered if she had kissed her lips before she came in kissed mine. Or (this thought made me smile) Maybe she had gone home from kissing me and then went home and brushed her lovers mouth with the taste of my kiss still resting on her lips. 

 I moved from the kitchen after dumping my picked over food and washing the plate before heading into the living room. For the first time I opened my mind and seriously contemplated my situation. I soon grew frustrated with the little progress that I'd made in answering my question. Once again pushed the issue from my mind and just lived each moment for itself. 

 Rafi didn't come in until many hours later, by that time I had stripped and settled between the cool sheets. I was only half awake and only managed to murmur "hey baby" by way of greeting. I felt his lips brush my forehead and would have fallen asleep if I hadn't caught a clear whiff of some bitch's perfume. I knew when he hosted events at the gallery women sometimes hugged him and left behind their scent but there hadn't been any damn gallery event. 

 There hadn't been any event at all gallery or otherwise that she knew about. In fact he had told her this morning that he was going to meet his accountant for dinner and discuss his growing stock portfolio. He had an artsy soul but an intellectual mind. He worked for his money then made it work for him. 

I knew our accountant seeing as he worked for both of us. Unless I had missed some serious changes I knew our old wrinkled accountant hadn't started wearing drugstore perfume and smelling like cheap wine. I sat up and turned on the light in one swift motion. I stared at him like I was searching from something out of the ordinary but now he was stripping and tossing his clothes rapidly into his personal hamper. By morning they would reabsorb his strong cologne and it was to obvious to pick them up and sniff them now. After all I had been almost asleep and I could have imagined it. Then he slid his dark naked body next to mine and kissed me before laying down and turning his back to me. I lay down thinking I was just paranoid but worried nonetheless. 

 The next few days I watched Rafi closely he didn't seem to be hiding anything but then again he could just be a sneaky ass. I forgot about what I thought I smelled and just chalked it up to a guilty conciense. I still went to the studio and worked then I cut out after a few hours to sneak out and see Zahriah. I guess I was the sneaky ass. 

Anyway we met at restaurants that week because her main squeeze was holing up in the apartment. I thought it was so unfair I wanted to go somewhere quiet and have her all to myself but there was no where or at least I thought not. It wasn't until the fourth day of Ayana's return that I considered the studio. I know some would think the idea should have dawned on me immediately but it was that foreign it took days for it to even form in my thoughts. 

When Zariah called me at the studio that morning and asked me where I wanted to meet. The word 

"Right here." popped out of my mouth. I hadn't thought about it but then there it was. She came up into the studio bearing a bag of barbeque take out from the best barbeque pit in the burrough. She had brought paper plates, plastic utensils and a six pack of beer. She had even carried with her a single garbage bag and some napkins for easy clean up. I took the bag and unpacked the food suddenly ravenous. She laughed as I ate and drank heartily. She was no slouch though she had consumed three beers and countless ribs and spoons of cole slaw along with slabs of sauce soaked white bread. 

 We cleaned up later easily tossing the empty containers and used plates into the trash bag she'd thought to bring. I tied the bag and set it by the door so I could take it out as we left. I was wearing my makeshift smock again and once again I had left it open. It was cool in the studio so my hard nipples strained against the black lace of my bra. I had opened my shirt as I sweated and painted this morning. I had been in a frenzy to work out some of the stress and tension I was feeling. Now I was just sitting and there were goose bumps on by bare legs and chest. She stared at my breasts and licked her lips before meeting my eyes again. 

"You should get dressed, you're gonna catch cold."

Her eyes were all over me again and I couldn't help but laugh. I stretched my arms over my head and stared at her. Her eyes wandered downward and took in my voluptuous frame.

"Why don't you warm me up Riah." 

I raised my eyebrow and cocked my head to the side like I had an attitude. She laughed and looked away. By the time she turned back I had let my long untouched curls drift down my back. I usually pinned my hair up and kept it like that so I cold paint without getting it in my hair. Sometimes I wore it down but never as untamed as it was now falling in unbridled waves past my shoulders and touching the top of my breasts. I had also let the shirt slip off my shoulders and rest on my upper arms. I smiled as she stared at me all over again. Then as she watched I propped one foot on the sofa between us and the other still rested on the floor. I had on a pair of french cut lace panties that left nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were resting on the place between my thighs.

While she watched I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and showed her my almost naked wet pussy. I thought I heard her moan as my fingers parted my slightly damp lips. I let my fingers drift in small circles over the tip of my clit then I pushed my middle and ring finger deep inside myself. They slipped out wet and shiny and made me moan when the grazed my clit. The whole time I was touching myself I was looking into her wide hazel eyes. 




Sanctuary Ch. 02



She was focused on me and what I was doing and I was getting off on watching her watch me. Soon she had pulled down her expensive wool pants and kicked them aside she sat there in a close fitting dark brown v neck sweater and a pair on peach panties. Her skin seemed to glow around the satin material. She lifted her ass and pulled down her panties. She was completely shaved and her clit peeked out just a little from her plump lips. She spread those lips for me and stroked her self to the same rhythm I was feeling myself to. Our hands dipped and moved and soon the room was filled with moaning and our combined but not mixed scents. 

When I was finished I watched her hit the last few stokes in her pussy before she came hard and loud. When she was done she moved to grab her pants and balled up panties. I was still exposed and while she prepared to get dressed I was stripping. She paused and stared at me. I stood and closed the space between us. I straddled her naked hips and pressed myself against her. Her hands quickly dropped the pants and panties she had just picked up. She placed them on my bare ass and moved me against her slow and hard. I moaned her name and pressed my pussy harder against hers. 

I worked her out of her sweater then she lifted hers hands so I could take off her pretty peach bra. Her breasts were full and inviting I tugged he large brown nipples as I ground my wet pussy against hers. She leaned into me pushing me back on the couch so that she was lying on top of me. He hands still held my ass and guided our rhythm. Now she was kissing me and pressing her breasts into my hands. 

 I shook all over when I climaxed and then so did she. She tried to move away form me soon after she was spent but I held her with my arms and legs. She only half tried to get away then. I could tell part of her really did want the distance. She was probably wanting to run home to her girl right now and kiss her ass, so old girl wouldn't get suspicious or think she smelled me all over her woman. She might not have known me but she would know my smell wasn't hers or Zahriah's. I could also tell that a bigger part of her wanted to stay all hugged up on the sofa with me. I knew by the way she kept touching me and running her hands over my body that she hadn't had enough of me. 

I eased my grip on her and looked into her face. 

"Will you eat it Riah?" I asked adopting the little impromptu nick name I'd made up for earlier when I'd been flirting with her. 

"Eat what?" She said with a naughty grin. 

"Eat my pussy." I answered tightening my thighs around her for a moment. 

"Yeah I'll eat it." she responded biting my bottom lip. I 

I released her at once so quickly in fact that she almost fell off of me. She cracked up laughing and kissed her way down my body . To say I wasn't ready for how good she did me, wouldn't be enough to fully explain. She licked and touched places I didn't even know would make me jump. Her fingers had me wet but it was her lips and tongue that had me open. 

I shook and sweated and cried as she took me to places I hadn't even known about let alone been to. She spread me open with her slender fingers and sucked my clit between her soft full lips. She pulled the little pearl of flesh into her lips and flicked it gently with the tip of her tongue. Pushing two fingers into me she pumped in and out of my pussy hard and fast. She had me moving my hips to meet her thrusts and moaning. She really took me over the edge when she put a freak on me and stuck one of her fingers into my wet pussy then pulled it out and quickly pushed it into my ass as she continued to finger me and eat my pussy. When she was done she kissed me on the lips and lay there for a few moments. After just a brief time she disengaged herself from me and stood.

"Can I take a shower?" She asked letting her eyes drift over me again like she couldn't bear to leave me. 

I shook my head and she laughed no doubt thinking I was flirting and teasing again. 

"Come on Raissa I have got to get it together. I have somewhere to be in a bit."

I knew she was probably going on a date with her chick or something but didn't want to say. Right now I felt more jealous than ever even though I was linked in the same way she was. We both had our other lovers and commitments there was need to get all possessive but that was exactly how I felt. Still even in my fit of momentary envy I knew she had to leave and so in fact did I. 

"You cant take a shower because I don't have one. We can take a bath though." I told her as I rose to run the water. "No funny business, I promise." I said looking back at her. She shut her mouth on the protest I knew she had been about to make against our joint bathing venture. 

Ten minutes later she and I were soaking in a tub of steaming hot flower scented water. She soaped my back and washed me gently. I liked the feel of her hands rubbing bubbles over my wet skin and dipping into my intimate places. We didn't linger or fool around...much. We were out quickly and then we toweled off and redressed ourselves. We kissed only briefly before parting ways and stepping outside the studio. 

As soon as I was away from her I wanted to be in her arms. I couldn't help but smile when I thought of how she made me feel and introduced me to my own pleasure and yes even my own body. She was the best lover I'd ever had and I couldn't believe how she'd gotten me off and made me moan her name. She had definitely rocked my whole universe, yes that's right I said universe not world. She had me wanting to run behind her like some willing puppy ready to do jump and dance for any attention she could throw my way. 

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Sanctuary Ch. 02



389 years ago, a fated trip from Venice to Verona in Italy for a weekend of ribald entertainment with four shipmates, would be the death of me. And my rebirth into this world of darkness, immortality, and bloodlust. Merchant seamen all. We'd been given leave for the weekend by our Captain. A lecherous fiend with an eye for little boys. Upon arrival in Venecia, the dolt actually allowed us our leave before we'd even finished unloading the ship of it's cargo, so anxious was he to be on with his own debauched ways. I have no idea what ever became of him, his ship, or the cargo. I would never return. We'd been paid well. All well muscled and anxious for the company of women after several months at sea. A local by the name of Alessio, one of the dock-master's lackeys, offered to give us a ride by wagon the 120-km to Verona. "Belladonna Il pia en Italia....." the most beautiful women in Italy, he claimed. It sounded like heaven. 

Their names were Nicoletta, Pia, and Serena. And they were the three most incredible women I had ever laid eyes on. We met these three unbelievable creatures while roaming the Piazza della Erbe that first night. Friday. Beautiful? More beauty than I could describe. All of them raven haired, with milk white skin as though they'd never seen one day of sunlight. Smooth to the touch. Lips like Chianti, red and full. Each of them wore peasant clothing and teased us mercilessly as we all obviously had the look of men who had been at sea too long. Enchanted is the only word that comes to mind. One look into Nicoletta's copper eyes and I was done for. I still remember the warmth of her breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear. Promises of a night that I would never forget. Little did I know......

Sometime after midnight, we'd crossed the Ponte Pietro and walked to the Teatro Romano on the west side of the Adige River. Little could I have imagined, that this evening, I would take the part of Romeo in a twisted version of Shakespeare's most famous play, to Nicoletta's Juliet. So enraptured of this beauty had I become that I did not even notice that the two of us had taken our own route once we'd crossed the bridge. It took little time for me to find out why. Climbing the steps above the ancient Roman theater, I barely had reached the top before Nicoletta bounded by me. Obviously unaffected by the hundred or so steps. God, she was beautiful. In the moonlight, with the city below and across the river, I first embraced her. I needed little more than the fullness of her breasts pressed against me to spark my cock to full attention. Oh, but there was so much more. Her mouth found mine while her delicate hands went to work on my full rod. Untying the sailor's pants and dropping them to the ground, Nicoletta began stroking my cock. As I was about to cum, she bent at the waist and gobbled my entire length into her mouth. The explosion that followed shook me until I could no longer stand. Weak in the knees, I reached with one hand for the ground as I lost my balance and landed on my naked ass. I barely noticed the pain. Nicoletta never once released my throbbing dick from her mouth. Licking every last drop of cum from me.

With the two of us lying there, she removed her peasant dress to reveal the most beautiful pair of milky white breasts ever created. Still stroking my cock and and licking my nipples, she reached for my closest hand and pulled it to her black mound, wet and sticky, I realized at that moment that as I came, she had also climaxed. Without so much as a single touch. This woman was more than I could ever have hoped for and I thought for only a moment to reward Alessio handsomely upon my return to Venice. The thought quickly vanished from my mind though, as Nicoletta was quickly reaching another orgasm, this time aided by my fingers gently rubbing her clit and fingering her soaking wet pussy. As she came, her love juices squirted at least a foot out of her sweet pussy. I knew in an instant that I would have to lick her into another such release so that I could swallow every drop of this woman's nectar. I was falling in love as we lay there. Nicoletta. What a beautiful name for a wife. 

And while I was imagining this sweet dark haired vixen waiting at home for my returns from the sea with such a carnal feast as this, she slowly worked her tight (oh my God, could she be a virgin too?!) pussy down around my full cock. Slowly sliding herself over the head, then off, then back on and a little farther down, then off again. She was teasing me again and I loved every second of this woman's love-play. Finally, after what must have been five minutes of this, her eyes flamed copper in the moonlight and she thrust her pussy down the length of my shaft. My God, was I crazy? I would give up the sea and never leave her side. So enraptured was I with this goddess. As we neared climax, he lips locked on mine, tongues darting and dancing their joust of lust. Suddenly my Nicoletta reared back and arched her back (how did she do that so far?) her pussy clenching around my dick as I sent a huge load deep inside her pussy. At the moment of absolute bliss, my Nicoletta, the most beautiful woman I'd even seen, the goddess that I had already vowed to never leave again, released a sound from deep inside like the roar of the Earth as it opened to swallow Atlantis. So deep and guttural was this scream that I thought the stones of the Teatro Romano would crack and crumble. 

When my beautiful Nicoletta, her firm young breasts practically aglow in the moonbeams, finally straightened her back and looked down at me, I had only a brief second to understand the centuries of bloodlust that her scream had represented. The moment of my death was at hand and the terror that welled up in me had no time to manifest itself as a sound in my throat, let alone a scream of any kind. Her copper eyes burning like the fires of Hell, my sweet Nicoletta bared fangs the likes of which no animal on Earth can claim and sunk them into my chest. The life blood that only moments ago had been aflame with passion for this woman now passed out of me and into her waiting mouth. Minutes passed. Pain and pleasure mixed in my brain. Color drained from the world. No matter how hard I tried to remove this monster's head from it's place of suckling, what strength I might have mustered was long gone. Between the lust of our lovemaking and the draining of my life's blood, I had naught to wrestle with. I blacked out without the benefit of even being able to acknowledge the moment of my death.

Nothing. Blackness. Then distant echoed sounds. Was this Heaven? Was this Hell? I was dead, that much was certain. The image of the monster that I'd loved so completely was clear in my mind. I coughed, then rolling on my side wretched. And instantly a gentle hand reached for my matted hair and caressed my head. Slowly, I opened my eyes as if the image of the beautiful face that I knew would be there would kill me again with just a look. There, in complete nakedness crouching next to me, was Nicoletta. Her copper eyes still a flame. When she spoke now it was different. There was a tone to her voice that was part delicate woman and part devil. It shook me so that I tried to back away. But I had no strength. Nicoletta caressed my head, then slowly traced her fingertips lovingly (lovingly?) down the silhouette of my face and onto my chest where she had killed me. The wounds there were clear and fresh, but I did not bleed. Open gashes that had no pain. Tough as my focus returned fully, I noticed now that my pallor mirrored Nicoletta's and suddenly, like a bolt from the sky. It all made sense. Succubus? As if he knew my mind, Nicoletta, corrected me, "No my love, we are vampires. Pia, Serena, myself. And now you, my immortal. I can only tell you that from the moment that I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were my immortal. That I must have you. That I must give you this gift, that we might spend eternity together as we just did. Bloodlust, you see, is something no mortal can imagine. It consumes you. And I knew that I must have you. Or that you would die in my moment of bloodlust."

While Nicoletta spoke, the feel and texture of the passion that we had shared returned to my mind. As I surveyed the area around us I was aware that I could sense the creatures in their holes. Tiny hearts beating. Blood. I had no idea what to make of this sensation. Was it disgusting or was it exciting? I could not tell. And not far off, human hearts pumped blood. A much more attractive notion than digging for vermin in holes. Again, Nicoletta read my thoughts (why couldn't I read hers?) "Yes, my love, my immortal, there will be blood. Enough for us all..." And with that, Pia and Serena appeared from my right. Each dragging two of the bodies of my colleagues. Not dead apparently. Though in some sort of trance. Their eyes fluttered intermittently. Smiles on their faces, they addressed Nicoletta. "So," started Pia, " you could not resist this one, eh?" And the three of them laughed a laugh that was again part female voice and part guttural and demonic. Nicoletta moved close to me and laid my head upon her full breast. "What love he gives, as I told you at the beginning. I will have him. We all will."

I must have started at this idea. It took a second to comprehend what she'd said and I looked up at her. "Yes, my immortal. You will feed for the first time on your shipmates. They will see you off, so to speak, on a new voyage without them. And when you have done this, there will be such strength given to you that you will easily take each of us with your bloodlust. But I will claim you first and last." I noted the tone of this last part seemed to be a warning to the other two creatures. I was Nicoletta's until or unless she shared me. Or I became strong enough make my own decisions about such things. Was that possible? Would I gain my own power? Would I be with this creature forever? Nicoletta, who was both once again, and for the very first time, beautiful to me. Looking down, I noticed that the wounds inflicted this night were completely gone. Further, my manhood, at rest, looked full. Nicoletta must be right. Bloodlust is something no human can comprehend.

And as I feasted on my shipmates, aided by these three night mistresses, the strength did indeed return. But different. We shared in this feast, the four of us. And when our consumption was done, there were three incredible preternatural beauties. We left the Teatro Romano. They guided me to a house not far from the river where the bodies that we'd deposited had floated away to be carried out to sea. If they actually made it the length of the river they would ironically pass our cargo ship docked in Venice. A last trip into the open ocean. Or a short trip to the bottom to become crab food. 

Our bloody repast complete, the sex was unbelievable. First Nicoletta, then Serena, then Pia. Each with a special talent. Each trying to outdo the other in some nocturnal competition with me as the prize. Or so they thought. As predicted, my bloodlust was more than a match for them. It quickly became obvious that they would not rule me unless I allowed it. A boon which I granted, for tonight anyway. Each creature tried their best. And when that failed they all tried at once, but my cock championed each. Their orgasms subsiding only for a moment before climbing back on. Pia or Nicoletta on my face where I made them cum with my tongue, a favorite of mine in mortal life. I have renewed stamina enough to produce in each of them multiple orgasms. Serena and Nicoletta then tried to ride my cock, lick my balls, ass, and nipples, and each other's, until they fell spent. I liked this bloodlust. I liked being immortal. Little did I know what that meant.

Soon the vampires collected their new immortal and led me down to the basement. Surprising me again with her strength, Nicoletta moved a solid stone wall aside to reveal an inner chamber. Once inside, the chamber became black as pitch when the wall was replaced. It would be here that we would spend our daytime hours. Not laid out in some dirt filled coffin as portrayed in idiot vampire movies. But in the company of each other's nakedness. The remnants of bloodlust still lingering in our loins. And something to be done about it before slumber. Each one offering themselves.

In the darkness which does not affect preternatural beings, Nicoletta comforts me. Suckles my breast. Holds the shaft of my cock in her delicate hand. And then there is Serena. Licking the head of my cock. And suddenly she is on me. Grinding and humping my cock. Suddenly, Serena lays her head next to mine and whispers, "Drink." Before I can stop myself, my new fangs are deep inside her neck. Her thrusts upon my cock are fervent and greedy. Pia protests but Serena is unrelenting. The more I drink, the less I understand. I am weak. And fully sated. My body the target of several violent outbursts. What does this mean? And Nicoletta, making good on her promise, secures me finally to herself. Laying atop me. I begin to love this creature again. I drift off to sleep, eyes wide open. The ancient blood of the vampire now circulating through my veins.

That was what was happening. Serena was the first to offer her ancient and immortal blood to me. Over the course of the next few weeks, Serena and Pia again and again would offer their veins to me. Weakened as they had both become my my incessant feeding, they were no match when Nicoletta and I launched an all out attack on them. They had each become careless in their hunting. Pia nearly got us all found once and Nicoletta and I decided that they were more dangerous than they were needed. One at a time, our two mistresses were caught unaware by a blade of ancient design. One created for the purpose of hewing centuries ago and one that was easily removed one night from the home of an antiquities dealer in Verona. And it served it's new master well. Serena and Pia's heads were buried in the ground beneath Teatro Romano. Their bodies burned outside of town. Four vampires in one city at one time had caused parts of the city to be on all night alert. Much too risky Nicoletta insisted. We left Verona that night. Never to return.

Next: A more recent history...



Sanctuary Ch. 03



We were children. Or, more correctly, I was a child. Newly created and shiny. A vampire with no reason to fear. So many nights along our flight from Verona spent feeding. The bloodlust that followed always new. Deeper than before. Nicoletta proved every bit the lover I'd foreseen that night in my mortal Verona at the Teatro Romano. I lusted for her and she for me. Her new young lover. Night after night, my cock filled every orifice. Impaling her beautiful body had become an art form for me. Each time, she'd shown me a new pleasure, I'd responded by driving my hard cold cock deep in her until she'd cried into the night. A deep deafening roar. My fangs sunk deep into her milky flesh. Her offered breasts for my taking. Copper eyes that flashed as the blood flowed. Stabbing her again and again with my insatiable tool. Then, always, the response. Her mouth flashing fangs that once so terrified me that I could not make a sound. SInking them deep into my throat. Every time causing my balls to seize and explode deep inside Nicoletta, I covered her in my spew. Always, the gentle suckling as the wounds healed. Then, slumber in our selected sanctuary.

We'd made our way out of Italy. North we flew. Picking our way through villages and towns. Nicoletta knew just where to find them. Sparsely populated, this close to the Alps. She explained that she'd grown up near Innsbruck. In Austria. She and her two sisters. Only by chance had the master who'd made them all taken them with him to Italy. She wanted me to see it with her again. Feeding and delights of the night were all I wanted. Images of the looks on the poor peasant's faces as I took their life's blood, followed by Nicoletta's perfect breasts. I was fearless. Brash and without concern or care for the consequences. Immortal. That was the only name I knew. It had completely escaped me then, what exactly she'd meant. Sisters. The two weakened vampires that we'd beheaded and burned back in Verona. Pia and Serena. Her.......... sisters? 

Crossing into Austria, my Nicoletta seemed reborn. Her raven hair shone almost blue in the moonlight. Her copper eyes flashed as we came upon a farmhouse. On the outskirts of this Tyrollean village. I never knew it's name, if it even had one. Remote and dark, it had been a few hours since our wakening in the most northern part of Italy. We both needed to feed. Near midnight, we approached a farmhouse on the outskirts of town to the sound of human lust. Touching my arm, Nicoletta turned and opened the front door. As we entered, two silhouettes against a moonlit backdrop, the sound of a man and a woman fucking were unmistakeable. Gazing into my eyes, she whispered, "I'll take him, but I want to watch you feed on her." She stood aside. 

Brazen, I strode into the bedroom. In the full moon's light I could see the young couple, she astride him, in lust's full grasp. Her head tipped back and to one side. His back arched as a low moan escaped them both. Quickly reaching the bedside, I grabbed the woman by the throat and peeled her back off of her lover. Nicoletta, right behind, pounced on the young man. At the moment of his climax all he now saw was the face of death. Beautiful and riveting. His moan turned to scream. My fangs sank into the girl's neck. Suckling gently. Not to kill. Not yet. As I watched my mistress take her fill of the young man. Grasping his spewing cock in her hand she flashed preternatural eyes at him. Silenced and paralyzed from fright, I watched as Nicoletta covered his fading cock with her mouth. Gulping down the failing stream of cum. Slowly licking up every drop from the shaft of this young Austrian. The young woman, slowly sank into my arms as she watched her husband being sucked off by this creature of the night. Somehow, before she ended his life, my vampire lover managed to suck the young man into another orgasm. Her grasp on the base of his cock preventing all of the blood from vacating his turgid member, she began to stroke the underside of his balls with his entire length buried in her throat. The sound of his orgasm clearly too much for my captive to take, what would come next would be the last thing she would ever see.

Nicoletta, convinced that the young man was of no further use to her, lunged for his neck and sunk her fangs deep into his jugular. Blood spewed from the wound and my lover, now covered in his life's fluid, fed greedily as he died. The last of his life drained before Nicoletta removed herself from his limp body. Blood covered the man's face and neck and as she continued to lick as she slid off of him. Turning my attention now to my prize, the young woman in my arms felt warm. Her skin unblemished. Young and beautiful. For now. The smell of her lust hung near to me, though the coppery aroma of blood now filled my nostrils and fueled my lust. I could feel my cock rise as I began to caress young firm breasts. Drinking more fervently now, I could almost feel the lust in her. Running my hand down her front, I reached her soft folds to find a river of nectar. As odd as it seemed at the time, this young woman had orgasmed watching her husband being suckled so expertly. It was the first time that the erotic influence that vampires had on mortals became clear. Though she had just watched her partner killed, she found the experience....... what, erotic?

Confirming this, my fingers now traced the woman's body to her small but firm breasts. Her nipples protruded proudly. Firm and begging to be caressed. I ran my fingers over and over her erect buds. The woman moaned and shivered. Through her blood I could sense her excitement. Her moaning grew louder. As it did, my cock grew hard and I found myself reaching between us to release it. Lifting her into the air the woman actually reached back and grabbed my hips, pushing slightly to lift her hips up and away. I looked to Nicoletta, who now watched from across the room. Dragging the body of the man from the bed, she motioned to me to bring the young woman into the moonlight. That she might glimpse my capture of this mortal woman's need. I strode to the bed and, finally releasing my mouth from her neck, placed her on the bed face down. The blood ran freely from the wound at her throat and, while I had taken care not to puncture a main artery, her death was assured. With the speed acquired at my birth as a creature of the night, my hard cock found this young woman's wet pussy. She was ready and in need. My stiff tool split her perfectly. Stretching her hole as I drove in a single thrust. Driving my cock deep into her, I lifted her with all of my strength into the air and fucked her from behind while my vampire lover watched. The young woman's life would end with an orgasm that she'd not prepared for that night. Deeper and deeper I drove my cock into her. 

Nicoletta approached and began licking and suckling her nipples. At one point the woman reached to cradle her succubus' head and grasping Nicoletta's face in both her hands, took my lover's lips to hers. Deep in a kiss whilst I continued to hammer my cock into her from behind. Her juices coated my entire shaft. A froth formed there, so intense were my strokes. I could feel her crescendo. Her skin bristled. Sweat flew from her hair. The woman's moans and whimpers grew louder. She was being fucked to death, yet she craved it. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, her climax exploded. Nicoletta took hold by her waist and, lifting slightly, leaned in as the woman climaxed and sunk her fangs into the woman's right breast. As her orgasm rolled over in wave after wave, my cock finally unleashed a stream of cum deep into her. So much so that it gushed from her pussy and ran down over my balls and thighs. She died as my cock filled her with preternatural spunk that she could not hold. My lover quickly threw the woman's corpse to the floor and launched herself at me. So filled with bloodlust were we that we took each other again and again. Nicoletta drank every drop of my cum. Feverishly. Begging for more. Filled with blood, I drove my hard cock into my lover's throat. Fucking her mouth, I came again and again. Her muted cries sated with each load of cum. Eventually, my Nicoletta would succumb to every position. Every hole I filled two, three times. I filed her ass with my cock. Stretched and filled, she wanted more. I drove my rod deep in her. Over and over. Still more. The night wore on, yet our passion would not wane.

So intense had our bloodlust been that it was nearly dawn before it was done. The carcasses of the two dead mortals would be found. But we would be long gone. The man and woman, drained of life. Fucked to death, literally. Our immediate need was sanctuary. A place to rest and sleep after such a night. Nicoletta knew of a place. An ancient Roman cemetery along the Brenner Pass. Back into Italy, but near enough. With a mausoleum that would be safe. An hour. No more. We were as vapor. And as the dawn rose into the eastern face of the Alps, my lover and I settled into our ancient funereal abode. The ages were palpable. It felt like home. "Tomorrow," she whispered, "tomorrow we will see what Innsbruck may offer us. Perhaps more human pussy......," she chuckled as her eyes closed. My lover lay her head on my chest where my heartbeat once pounded and she slept. Just before my slumber, thoughts of an unknown place filled my mind. Innsbruck. I'd never heard of it. My lover seemed so worldly to me. My Nicoletta. My mistress in the dark. What fate would befall us. I had not a care. Immortal. That was the only name I knew. This place she spoke of, I could almost see in our lust. Blood can convey many things. Taking hers as we fucked, vivid images would play on my mind. These were what filled my mind now. We would go to Innsbruck. Perhaps fade into society. Live as normal people, I snorted. The thought was funny. Normal. For immortals, meant taking human blood and fueling our lust. More human pussy, I pondered. The delight of the young Austrian woman's wanton lust. The seduction that was NIcoletta's passion play with the man. Intended to fan the flames in the woman? I grew wiser with this. I decided to see just how seductive vampires could be to human pussy. 

We slept, the two vampires, unseen through the day, and for some time after sunset. The dreams that came and went through my consciousness were of bloodlust and landscapes I'd never seen before. Preternatural knowledge, I assumed. Drinking of the blood of another vampire gives you sight beyond your own knowledge. A collective intelligence, so to speak. Places and people you've never known are suddenly yours. Long after dark, Nicoletta and I made our way out of the Roman mausoleum and sped away. Fleet of purpose, we traveled a great distance in a single night. I did not think of feeding. I did not care for anything. Nothing could touch us. Nothing could trace our flight. On the outskirts of Innsbruck, we settled. The long journey over. We found sanctuary in the basement of an old warehouse building of some type. Clearly unused for some time, and distant enough from anyone's curiosity. Nicoletta came to me and bade me lay still. Before slumber, she would entice me with her eyes. Gently brushing her cold pale breasts on my prone body. I would reach to touch her and she would slide playfully away. She removed my clothing slowly. Unlacing my shirt, unbuttoning my pants, removing each article as if a museum piece. Then, and only then did she slide herself across my body. There was no light in this place, and only the senses and sight of creatures of the night could detect the movements. Nicoletta slowly engulfed my stiff cock with her mouth. Then, ever so gently, a bite piercing the turgid flesh. Blood trickled into Nicoletta's mouth from my swollen member. In the dark, copper eyes flashed with bloodlust once more. Quickly mounting me, my beautiful creator rode like the angel of death that she was. Milking the seed from my organ. While I drove my rod as deep in her as I could. Leaning forward, I bit her breast and the trickle of blood was life. 

We were one in a new place. An old place. Her orgasm began in her pelvis and quickly rose to a roar. One I'd heard before. On the occasion of my death in Verona, the sound had scared me, literally, to death on that night. Now, in full control of my senses, I drove my cock into Nicoletta trying very hard to make that sound last as long as I could. Our orgasms rose and fell until at last, sleep overcame us once again. But not before Nicoletta, lying at my side, admitted that she knew a man in Innsbruck. Someone who would protect us. Assist us in melting into the life of this town. An emissary who had been particularly helpful in the past. One who had been tantalized on more than one occasion into keeping her secrets. And her sisters'. I'd almost forgotten them already. Their memory passed in time as Nicoletta told of her notion to become part of society here in Austria. I had no reason to doubt her in either intent or ability. We would see this emissary of hers tomorrow night. And thereupon begin our introduction into life in the mortal world. So much human pussy, I thought to myself. Not noticing that those copper eyes were noticing my imaginings too. "Now now, my innocent. Be careful of humans. Their blood is enticing, yes. But our powers of seduction cannot but get you into trouble if you wield it carelessly. You will learn." And with that she put her head, once again, on my breast where once my heart beat. Closing my eyes, it occurred to me that she'd ready mind. And the lesson of her sisters lingered longer than I would have liked. I must not be careless in pursuit of the pretty humans. We could not afford that........