0 comments/ 72310 views/ 8 favorites Countess Larissa Leverrier By: Brandy Chase "I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps. Let's get outta here," Daphne whispered, panning the dark room with her flashlight. "That don't sound like the Dodie I know," I replied. "I'm usually the one having to drag you outta places like this." "Keep your voice down," Dodie shushed me. "I feel something in here I don't like and you're gonna wake it up." Dodie's real name was Daphne La Troy, but I had been calling her Dodie since our high-school days. That was when we began our adventures together in search of ghosts. We have been roaming old southern plantation homes and manor houses, armed only with flashlights, together for seven years now. I have always thought Dodie to be pretty much fearless, except for snakes; she didn't have much use for those critters. But something about the old abandoned Delta Hotel made her as nervous as a whore in church. I can always tell when she's upset or nervous; she pulls a handful of her long straight, glossy-black hair over her shoulder and starts twirling it between her little short fingers, and at that moment she had it twisted tighter than the drawstrings on a fat-lady's corset. "I'm serious, I'm outta here," Dodie whispered, heading for the window we had slipped in through. She was about to climb out the open window, but froze in position, with one leg raised into the air and her hand on the windowsill, when the window loudly slammed shut. The heavy window narrowly missed her fingers. It took Dodie less then a second to unfreeze and cover the fifteen or so feet back to where I stood. I don't believe her pretty little feet even touched the floor. Even when she got to me, she didn't touch the floor, her arms shot around my neck and her legs wound tight around my hips. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it," she kept whispering in my ear. Of course, I didn't mind having her wrapped around me like that, but I usually preferred for her to be naked when she was. Thank goodness, I was considerably larger than Dodie and was able to stand there holding her because she was stuck to me like a leech and seemed to have no intention of releasing her death grip on me. "Get us outta here," she whispered. "That might be a little easier if you were to get down," I suggested. "Na huh," she whispered, shaking her pretty little head no. I started toward the door with Dodie still wrapped around me like a python on its next dinner. I had carried her like that many times before, but it was usually towards our bed, not attempting to escape a haunted house. Plus, Dodie was usually whispering sweet-nothings in my ear instead of whimpering like she was at that moment. That was when She showed up. One second, the path to the door was clear, the next, She was standing between the front door and us. "I was delighted when you pretty ladies came through the window. It has been a long while since I have had any company," she said with a polite smile. "I can not believe you were going to leave so quickly, and without even a goodbye kiss." Her smile faded to a sinister glare. Her long tongue seductively glided over her bright-red upper lip. "I do so enjoy the companionship of beautiful young ladies such as yourselves. You would not want to sneak away and break an old woman's heart, now would you?" "Ah, no, no, of course not," I finally managed to stutter. "Well good. I would not be very happy if you did," she said, her smile returning. She was quite an attractive woman, tall, curvy, and sensual. Her face was slender and framed with heaping tresses of long wavy hair. That was the weird looking thing about her; her hair was as white as cotton. It actually glowed a little. She was wearing a long, black-velveteen dress, low cut at the top, revealing her ample cleavage. The skirt part of the dress had a side slit reaching her upper thigh, flashing a glimpse of her long slim leg, showing the top of her black-silk nylon and a hint of her creamy-white thigh above it when she moved. Her face was ashen, but her finesse with makeup accented her gentle narrow features. That was except for her lips, which were a pair of bold-red, full things surrounding two rows of pearl-white, perfect teeth. Those lips seemed to have a life of their own, appearing to beckon to anyone looking at them with a permanent, take-me-I'm-yours look. The really funny thing about her was her age; I couldn't even attempt a decent guess at it. One minute she looked to be in her mid-twenties like Dodie and me, the next she looked forty or even older. I just didn't seem to be able to focus on her well enough to determine her age. "Why don't you put your little friend down?" she asked in a voice as silky as the stockings covering her beautiful legs. "I would love to, but at the moment, she seems to be rather attached to me," I tried to smile, but I was sure it hadn't been a very convincing attempt. I tried to pull Dodie off of me, but she clung to me like a second skin. Dodie just kept whispering in my ear, "Don't talk to her. Don't look at her." Over and over, "Don't talk to her. Don't look at her." I was starting to get really scared. I had never seen Dodie like that. The poor girl was absolutely terrified. "Are you all right?" I whispered, kissing her ear lightly. "Don't talk to her. Don't look at her," her chant went on. I doubt you could have pulled her from around me with a tow truck. It was getting a little hard to breathe because she was holding on so damn tight. I don't know what she expected me to do; I was as frightened as she was. Well, almost as frightened. The beautiful white-haired woman walked up to us. No, not actually walk, like we do, she seemed to glide over the old marble floor without moving her feet. She placed her long slender hand on Dodie's shoulder and Dodie immediately began to sag from around me. It was like Dodie's body had suddenly become like Jell-O. I tried to hang on to her, but she just flowed from my body until she was standing, weak-kneed, on her own feet. Her eyes were closed, her head hung down, and her breathing was shallow. She was standing there in the middle of the floor, sound asleep. I shook her shoulders. "Dodie, wake up!" She continued sleeping and making a soft sound. I immediately recognized the sound as the cute little snore I hear nearly every night when Dodie enters deep sleep. She always did it when she was sleeping contently after we had enjoyed a long evening of beautiful sex together. I shook her again. "Wake up!" "She is resting. You can shake her all you wish, but she will continue resting until I tell her to awaken and not before," the strange woman said. "What did you do to her?" I yelled stepping toward the taller woman. But I couldn't get to her. I ran into a wall of some kind. It felt like I was suddenly under water, I had to step back in order to breathe. The image of the woman had become blurry, like she was under water when I reached for her. After I stepped back, everything went back to normal. I even looked at myself to see if I was soaked, but I wasn't. "What was that?" I asked "A little trick I've learned over the years to protect myself. It has a rather surprising effect, don't you think?" she smiled. "No shit," I replied. "I thought I was drowning." "Had you continued your attack on my person, you would have," she said, pulling her upward-sweeping, white eyebrows nearly together over her narrow nose. "I wouldn't have tried to attack you if you hadn't done this to Dodie," I said, putting my arms back around Dodie. "She's fine. She sleeps. Her senses are much too strong. If I awaken her now, she will go into sensory overload and right back into the same panic condition she was in when I put her to sleep," the woman said. "I will awaken her when I feel she is ready to deal with me and not before." "What are you gonna do, just let her stand there like this all day?" I asked, not really wanting to hear her answer. "If I so choose," she replied. "Do you wish to join her?" "No," I answered. "I have to protect her." "She needs no protection. She is perfectly safe as she is. A lot safer than you, I might add. If I wished to do her harm, there would be absolutely nothing you could do to prevent it. You could not even protect yourself should I decide to harm you. But why should I? You are both lovely young ladies and I wish to enjoy your company, not do battle with you." "Then wake her up," I ordered. "I will not. I told you why. I will not change my mind simply to please you. You are being selfish. You only want her awake so you won't have to deal with me alone," the woman glared at me. "Besides, you will learn; I give the orders around here, and I'm not very good at taking them from someone else." "I just want to be sure she's all right," I said. "Take my word for it, she's fine," she replied. "Why should I take your word for anything? You're the one who made her like this," I said. "You should take my word because I have given you it. Had she not required rest, I would not have administered it unto her. She is calming down somewhat. I shall awaken her shortly. You will see I am being truthful. My word is more binding than a blood-oath," she stated, then giggled. "Sometimes it is a blood-oath." "Who are you?" Where'd you come from?" I asked. "I am Countess Larissa Leverrier," she replied. "Liver what?" I asked. That time, her eyebrows touched when she glared at me. "I'm sorry," I quickly apologized. "I didn't mean for that to come out sounding so rude. I just didn't understand the pronunciation of your last name." "It is pronounced La ver ya. Never mind; you could not pronounce it properly anyway. Just leave it at Countess," she said, letting her eyebrows return to where they belonged. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Where did you come from?" "Romania." "No, I mean just now. You weren't standing here, then all the sudden you were," I explained. "Oh, I was here. You just could not see me," she replied. "It was I who closed the window as you tried to leave by it." "Why couldn't we see you?" I asked. "Because I did not wish it at that point," she replied. "What are you?" I asked, fearing what her answer might be. "What am I? I am a sexy lady who has been lonely for a very long time," the Countess answered. "You know what I mean. I don't think you're any ordinary person, or any ordinary ghost for that matter," I said. "Ghost? No, not hardly," she grinned. She was right, the more I looked at her the sexier she appeared. Even with my arms around the love of my life, Dodie, I found myself desiring this strange woman I didn't even know. "Would you please wake Dodie up for me?" I asked. The Countess eased up close to me, looked down at me with the sexiest, hottest look I had ever seen. "Are you positive you wish me to awaken her just yet? Would you not wish to get to know me a little better first?" she purred with a voice so sexy, it made me want to reach up and kiss her right then. I had never experienced such desire before; not even for Dodie, who I loved more than my very life. My lips were within an inch of hers before I regained enough strength to resist her allure. I snapped my face away from hers. "No! I want you to wake her up," I replied through clinched teeth. The Countess shot several feet away from me, glaring at me with a look of total frustration on her pretty face. "You reject me?" she yelled, her voice suddenly very harsh. "I ain't rejecting you. I just want you to wake Dodie up. Don't get your panties all in a wad," I said. "I am not wearing any, see!" she barked, pulling her dress completely open from the long slit up the side. I was totally mesmerized by the beautiful vision she had presented me. She had the most exquisite legs I had ever laid my eyes on. They were long, shapely, silk-clad monuments to the beauty of all women, topped by a delicious looking pair of smooth, creamy-white thighs with a crown of snow-white, neatly trimmed fur amid the point of their juncture. She was wearing a black-lace garter and long spiked heels. Like I said, she was one sexy lady, and she knew exactly how to exploit it. "Are you certain you want me to awaken your little cream puff already?" she asked in that silky, sultry voice, gliding her way up back close to me, still holding her dress open. It was apparent I could not pry my gaze away from the delightful vision under her skirt. When she had come to within only two feet of me, I was still staring down at her splendid thighs and their adjoining gorgeous accessories. "I see I have your interest," the Countess grinned. "Oh, yeah. I'd be lying if I tried to deny that," I said after finally managing to find my voice. "But I love Dodie. I have for years." "I do not recall asking you to stop loving her. I can see why you love her; she's a cute little piece of fluff," the Countess said. "But, I am offering you a night you will never forget. And perhaps in the process, show you how to love her in ways you have never even dreamed of." With the mesmerizing sound of the Countess' intoxicating voice still ringing in my ears and echoing though my body, I was powerless to fight off her advances when she placed her long sensuous arms around my neck and pressed that sexy body against me. Actually, I didn't want to stop her. I found myself ablaze with desire for this exciting strange woman. I didn't resist when she pressed those blood-red lips to mine either. I was eager to taste them and they tasted every bit as delicious as they looked. I opened my mouth, inviting her tongue inside. Without hesitation, her long, succulent tongue snaked its slippery way deep inside. It slithered around my delighted mouth like the few cubic inches of space inside my mouth were all the space in the world and it wanted to explore every millimeter of it intimately. After she had set every nerve in my mouth on edge with an excitement like they had never experienced before, her wonderful tongue slipped gently into my throat. It slid in and out, over and over, creating sensations totally foreign to me. I tried to open my mouth wider, begging for more of her incredible tongue, desperately desiring its deep probes to go deeper. Oh God, what a feeling that was! I know it's impossible, but I could have sworn my throat went into the throes of ecstasy, contracting tight around her stroking tongue. I found myself frantically trying to suck her sensuous tongue further down my throat, actually attempting to swallow it, and moaning for more. I believe at that point, had her sexy tongue suddenly exploded, blasting her hot juices down my quivering throat, I would have gone insane with overwhelming delight. My own juices were already streaming down my thighs and she hadn't even touched me down there. The Countess pulled my trembling body closer, if that were possible. Her soft body molded to me smoother than a brand-new pair of pantyhose. Every inch of my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, could feel her closeness. It felt like she was actually inside my skin with me. I have had Dodie tightly wrapped around me, both of us nude, and not felt as close as I did to the Countess right then. The most sensuous part of the whole thing was the way her hips seemed to be reaching around my hips and trying to pull me into her body. The only way I can describe this wonderful sensation is to compare it to how the boys say it felt to slow dance with a sexy young thing back in the days when girls had worn layer upon layer of crinolines under their puffy skirts. The boys say they loved that feeling. It was as if the crinolines and skirt would wrap around the boy's legs and hips and try to pull him inside the skirt. That's how the Countess' hug felt, like she was trying to encourage my body to enter hers. I don't believe my womanhood could have been any closer to hers even had we been naked. I couldn't help but to press it tighter against hers. The Countess responded in kind. I couldn't stop; I kept pressing my enraged womanhood against hers, over and over. I nearly screamed into her mouth with her long hot tongue still squirming in and out of my throat to the steady rhythm of our grinding hips as my body began uncontrollably shaking. Moments later, I couldn't breath as my ravaged body sent an apocalyptic orgasm quaking throughout my very being, hitting somewhere around fifteen on the Richter scale. Suddenly, the warm metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. It wasn't my blood; it was the Countess'. In my convulsions I had apparently bitten her tongue while it was still lodged in my throat. I knew it must have hurt badly, but she didn't even flinch at the pain. In fact, it seemed to delight her. With a dull thud, it hit me; I had received my unspoken wish. Her succulent tongue had indeed, exploded in my throat, sending its hot juices pulsing down my hungry throat. The Countess' pounding heart was pumping her life's-blood into my mouth. It was delicious. I swallowed and gently sucked her squirming tongue as it pumped more of her life-giving fluid in to my mouth and down my open throat. Gradually, her splendid tongue slipped from my throat and disappeared back into her smiling face. I was weak and spent when I looked deep into her steel-gray eyes. A warm, contented feeling drifted over me. A small trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. My tongue slid up her chin, cleansing the warm red stream from her beautiful face. The Countess gently picked me up in her arms and carried me into another, darker room where she laid me on a huge bed. As we left the front room, I had glanced over her shoulder at my beloved Dodie who still stood where she had been all the while, still fast asleep. I was vaguely aware, in my foggy state of mind that the room was completely furnished, even though the old hotel had been vacant for many years. As the Countess laid me down, I licked the final trickle of blood from her face. "You like that, don't you?" she asked so softly I could barely hear her voice. It was more like I heard her from inside my head. "Delicious," was all I could say to her. "Wonderful," she purred inside my head again. "I can see we're going to get along splendidly." Moments later, she was lying on the bed beside me. We were both naked. I couldn't remember undressing, nor could I remember her undressing me. For that matter, I couldn't remember her undressing herself, which was something I am sure I would have very much enjoyed watching. But nonetheless, we were naked, snuggled in the most wonderful embrace I had ever known. Her hands roamed over my body at will, sending chills of pleasure dancing all over me. Her wonderful lips glided up and down my neck, covering it with delicious little kisses. I felt her long sensuous fingers tenderly probing their way between my thighs, which I spread in acceptance of their intentions. Moments later, I felt her probing fingers slip deep inside of my wetness and her thumb playing over the pearl of my sexuality. Once again, my body was racked in the ecstasy of another mind-numbing orgasm. Reaching the crest of the waves of pleasure coursing through my body, I felt a brief but sharp pain in the curve of my neck where it joins my shoulder. I felt something warm flowing over my shoulder. I heard a sweet moan from the Countess and I thought I could hear a slurping sound beside my ear. A peaceful, relaxed feeling flooded over my entire being. All I wanted to do at that point was to sleep. "Aren't you supposed to sleep in a coffin full of dirt from your homeland or something like that?" I mumbled. Countess Larissa Leverrier The sound of her laugh was almost musical. "You watch too much television." The dim light of the candle-lit room slowly faded out of existence. The last thing I remembered was the Countess kissing me softly on my cheek and saying, "You rest, My Pet. I will go see how your little cream puff tastes. # When I awoke, I lay there a few minutes trying to clear my head of a weird fog. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn I had a hangover. Realizing I hadn't drank anything in several weeks; I eliminated that possibility. Nope, I don't do the drug thing either; couldn't have been that. I continued lying there for several more minutes trying to analyze my situation. I remembered nothing of the night before. I couldn't open my eyes because of the intense pain caused by the dim early morning sunlight seeping around the heavy drapes. I could feel Dodie's warm body snuggled up behind me. I always love waking up in the morning to the feel of her soft breasts pressed against my back. That was when I would normally hear her cute little snoring, but I couldn't hear it at that moment. Dodie must have experienced a poor night's sleep too. I snuggled back tighter against her, trying to get comfortable. We're gonna have to get a new mattress, I thought to myself, this old thing is starting to get uncomfortable. As I snuggled back, Dodie's arm came up around my waist. I took her hand and snuggled it between my breasts, holding it tight just as I have done every morning over the last several years. Suddenly my mind snapped to attention and out of its blinding fog when I realized the hand I had snuggled between my breasts seemed considerably larger than Dodie's and Dodie's nails have never been that long either. And the two soft breasts pressing against my back felt larger than Dodie's. The epiphany was slow in coming, but it finally managed to beat its way through my thick skull; that wasn't Dodie's hand and they weren't Dodie's boobs either! I jumped from the bed, ripping the blanket off with me as I went ballistic. I forced my eyes open despite the pain. When I saw the beautiful Larissa Liver-Whatever lying there with my Dodie all snuggled up on the other side of her, the events of the night before suddenly raged in my mind. "Oh my God! What have you done to her?" I screamed when I saw a red stripe of dried blood across Dodie's small shoulder. Dodie didn't budge an inch at my loud outburst. The Countess merely yawned a little and said, "Stop that insane caterwauling. Get your pretty little ass back in this bed and do not ever use that word in my presence again." "What have you done to her?" I yelled again, running around the bed to take Dodie in my arms. "The same thing I did to you," she said. "Now, would you mind terribly putting the blanket back where you found it, at least until the sun goes down the rest of the way?" "Yes, I would mind!" I barked, shaking Dodie in an attempt to awaken her. "Okay, have it your way then," the Countess replied, waving her smooth hand in the air and pointing her long ruby-red tipped finger toward the blanket lying on the floor. Instantly the crumpled blanket leaped from the floor, landing on the bed, in perfect order, as if it had never been disturbed. I flipped the blanket toward the center of the bed, uncovering Dodie so I could lift her from the bed and get the hell outta there. "I would strongly advise you not to attempt that. You can not pick her up anyhow," the Countess said without even bothering to look in our direction. I slid my arms under Dodie and tried to stand up with her. I couldn't budge her. It felt like she had suddenly gained several hundred pounds. "I told you that you could not lift her," the Countess said. "I advise you to get back in bed and pull the blanket up over you. That sunlight will do some very distressful things to that peaches and cream complexion of yours. Once that happens, I will be powerless to do anything about it and believe me, they don't make enough makeup to cover a blemish like that." The place on my shoulder, where the sun had briefly reached it through the narrow gap in the drapes, was burning like I had a bad sunburn. "It would be prudent of you to heed my advice," the Countess said from under the blanket she had pulled up over her head. "The sun will be gone down in another thirty minutes or so. It will be safe to get up at that time. But until then, the only safe place for you is in this bed and under the blanket with us." Sensing the pain on my shoulder intensifying, I decided to obey her. We could fight later. I slipped back into the bed beside the Countess and pulled the blanket over myself, including my head. "Isn't the sun just coming up?" I asked. "No My Pet. We have slept all day. The sun is just going down," she replied. "God, what have we gotten ourselves into?" I mumbled. "I will ask you one last time not use that word in my presence," the Countess said, her voice had changed to the harsher sound I had heard earlier that evening, or was it the day before? I was no longer sure about much of anything. "What word?" I asked, just to be sure. "You know what word. It ought to burn your mouth every time you utter it," she snapped. "That damn "G" word. Don't use it around me! Period!" "Yes Ma'am," I replied, snuggling down into the bed to await the approaching darkness. Her arm snaked its way around my waist again, but this time, I didn't snuggle it between my breasts. Well, not right away, anyhow. # Lying there next to the Countess, I tried to figure out exactly what had transpired over the last twenty-four hours. I must say, I had very little success, if any, in that matter. I also came up with a blank when I tried to figure out what it was about the Countess that made her so damn irresistible. Nobody had ever had that much power over me, not even Dodie. Within only a few minutes after getting back into the bed, I found myself scooting back, trying to get closer to her. She obligingly helped as I snuggled in tighter. Not only could I feel her soft breasts against my back, I could also feel the firmness of her womanhood pressing against my behind. I found I wasn't satisfied with her hand between my breasts any longer, I wanted that hand on my breasts. I gently moved her hand to a more pleasant position over my right breast, which she promptly began to tenderly massage in her sleep. Much better, I thought. My mind began racing at that point. What had caused me to feel the way I felt? Why had we slept all the way through the whole day? What had the Countess done to Dodie, and to me, for that matter? Why was I allowing this woman to lay in a bed between Dodie and me? And more surprising than that, why didn't I seem to mind? Who was the Countess? Better yet, what was the Countess? Why was I falling so deeply in love with someone I didn't know? Why did I desire her touch so desperately? I guess my biggest concern at that moment was what was going to happen next? It took only a few more minutes to find out. As soon as the sun set, the Countess began to stir around a bit. The hand that had been absent-mindedly massaging my breast, reminiscent of a cat in slumber, became more active. It sent charges of delight sparkling through me when she began to gently pinch my growing nipple. Moments later, that same hand was gliding up and down my stomach, then over my thigh. Finally, it stopped its up and down motion when it parked itself over the patch of hair between my thighs. There it remained as its wonderful long digits worked their way between my thighs and between the moist folds of my womanhood. I was fairly certain this beautiful creature was still in the misty fog of near sleep, but her delightful hand was most definitely awake and ready for another night's action and excitement. A quiet moan slipped from my throat as her tantalizing finger rhythmically circled my clit. Chills ran up my spine when I felt the Countess' wet lips prance across my shoulder and her sensuous tongue glide over my neck. I finally hit the boiling point; I had to hold her in my arms. I rolled over, wrapped my arms around her neck, and pressed my lips to hers. Immediately, her wonderful tongue darted passed my lips and began a meticulous search of my mouth. Flashes of memory started coming back to me. My throat, that long succulent tongue of hers had actually been in my throat last night, and I desperately wanted it there again. Such a kiss, I had never before received. I opened my mouth wide. She knew what I wanted and sent her hot tongue searing its way deep into my throat again. I began sucking it, just like the night before. And again I tasted blood; her blood, and I loved it. I sucked harder for more, swallowing again and again as more warm blood trickled down my hungry throat. The Countess pulled back from our kiss. "Easy now, My Pet. Don't over do it so soon," she spoke softly. I licked frantically at the small trail of blood that trickled from the corner of her mouth as she spoke. "You really like that, don't you?" she purred. I looked deep into her steel-gray eyes. I couldn't answer her; I just shook my head yes and smiled up at her. I couldn't figure out why I could see her so well in the dark room. The moonlight only faintly shined through the narrow gap in the drapes. Surely that wasn't providing enough light for me to see her so well. The Countess gently forced me over on my back and slid her hand between my thighs again. Within moments, she had me steaming with desire. I wanted three things at that moment. I wanted her hand to bring me relief, her marvelous tongue back in my mouth, and her delicious blood running down my throat again. "Does that feel good?" she whispered, slipping a second finger inside of me. My gasp for breath must have answered her question. She smiled and began sliding her tongue over my lips, allowing me to taste the tiny droplets of blood still seeping from the small cut on the tip of it. "Is My Pet hungry?" she whispered. "Oh yes," I gasped. "Yes, please give me more," I begged. "I will when the moment is right," she whispered. "Just a few more minutes and you'll be ready." Her fingers moved inside me at a slow, maddening pace, holding me right at the edge of rapture, but not quite allowing me to slip over that line into ecstasy. My body was trembling, on fire, ready to ignite from inside. I was helpless and near madness with the need for sexual release, but the Countess held my tension level right there. "Are you ready now, My Pet?" she whispered. "Please, please, please," I begged, tears welling up in my eyes. A big smile spread across her beautiful pale face. The anemic light of the moon gleamed off of two long, sharp fangs as her lip slid up exposing them. Her fingers began dancing faster and deeper inside of me. Just before the rapture of womanly delight crashed through my over-excited body, she whispered, "Get ready, My Pet, it's breakfast time." She flicked the tip of her tongue across one of the gleaming fangs, cutting a long, deep gash in it. Her warm, delicious blood spurted into my mouth. I drank deeply. My body rocked from the intense waves of pleasure surging through me. The more blood her tongue pumped down my throat the more my juices flooded down over her magnificent hand. I had never dreamed such a wondrous orgasm were possible. I just kept cuming, and so did her delectable blood. Finally, the raging waves of delight crashing from shore to shore throughout my body began to ebb into smaller, gentler waves washing softly against the beaches of my soul. My raging hunger for her blood had waned to that of a small kitten sleepily still suckling its mother's nipple after a full meal. Lying there, totally satisfied in every respect, letting the last few precious drops of the Countess' blood trickle down my throat, I heard Dodie's soft voice. "Don't forget me," she said, sounding like a child who was afraid she wasn't going to get to have her turn in a game. "I could never forget you, Dodie," I fought for enough strength to utter the words. "I'm hungry too," she said in a sad voice. "Come on, Little One, snuggle down here in between us," the Countess said. "It's your turn." Dodie crawled over the Countess and squirmed her way in. It felt wonderful to have her tiny naked body against me again. I scooted over enough for Dodie to lie flat on her back and snuggling up close to her once she had stopped her squirming. The Countess slid her wonderful fingers between Dodie's thighs. I had always thought it would enrage me to see someone else touch her like that. But instead, I found myself excited for her; just knowing she was about to experience the same wondrous delights I had just enjoyed so much myself. I leaned over and softly circled Dodie's nipples with my tongue, while the Countess brought her to the edge of ecstasy with her marvelous fingers. Dodie's quiet moans rapidly grew in volume as she came closer to the moment of the little death. "I think my Little One is ready," I heard the Countess whisper. I looked up in time to see her flick the tip of her tongue across the same sharp fang, reopening the same, nearly healed wound to her tongue. Her rich dark blood sprang forth. Dodie eagerly drank of it as I had done only moments earlier. I couldn't pull my eyes from the beautiful sight of the Countess' blood flowing into Dodie's open mouth. Dodie reeled in the arms of rapture as both her sexual and feeding appetites were simultaneously satisfied. I watched with delight as her small body relaxed into absolute satisfaction. I lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. I kissed her lips, still red with the Countess' blood. Our tongues swirled around each other, searching for any drops of the Countess' blood that might have been hiding somewhere in the other's mouth. While we lay there, embracing each other, the Countess rose over top of us and settled down on her hands and knees, straddling both of our hips. Leaning forward, she gently kissed my neck and shoulder. "Now that my babies are fed, it is time for me to feast," the Countess whispered. I felt the same brief, sharp pain in the curve of my neck I had felt the night before. I heard the same soft moans and the same slurping sound. But I didn't mind, in fact, I loved it. After several minutes, the Countess raised her head from my neck. "Drink Little One. It's time for you to taste the soul of your lover." Dodie raised up enough to place her sweet mouth over the two small puncture wounds in my neck. A warm, lovely feeling washed over me as I realized that my Dodie was now drinking my blood, just as the Countess had done. "That's enough, Little One," the Countess said. "Don't take too much at once. It is not good for either of you to over do it in the beginning. Dodie lay back down beside me. We kissed again, but this time, I tasted my own blood in her mouth. The Countess touched her finger to the gash in her tongue, getting a small drop of her blood on it. She touched the droplet to the two small wounds in my neck. "That will heal them quickly and prevent them from scaring," she said. Her deep-red lips moved to Dodie's slender neck. It excited me when I heard a soft gasp from Dodie, and watched a tiny crimson ribbon of blood snake its way down her neck as the Countess sank her long glistening fangs into her throat and fed. Moments later, I too drank from the same open wounds in Dodie's delicate neck before the Countess touched them with a droplet of her own marvelous blood, stemming the scarlet flow. The Countess wiggled her way between us. Lying on her back, she slid an arm under each of us, hugging us close. "Now that everyone has fed, it is time for you to return a few favors to me," the Countess smiled. "I await your attention." She didn't have to wait long. We were all over her like fleas on a hound dog. While I tormented one of her hard, pale-pink nipples, Dodie delighted the other. We kissed and licked our way up and down the Countess' ashen-white beautiful body. Carefully, I crawled over one of her legs and lay between her long slender thighs. A sweet, almost song-like, moan escaped from her throat when my tongue slithered between the delicate moist folds of her flesh and inside her warm velvety tunnel. Dodie fought for enough room to get her head between the Countess' thighs too. With my tongue inside of her and Dodie's fantastic tongue dancing over the pearl of her sexuality, it didn't take us long to have the beautiful Countess screaming as waves of womanly delight raced through her. Her long white hair thrashed about as her head tossed back and forth on the black satin-covered pillow. Her body gradually floated back to reality with a little gentle persuasion from Dodie and me. But we weren't done with her yet. Together, we drove the Countess through a second, less intensive, but longer lasting bout of ecstasy. # Several hours later, the three of us awoke. The sweet scent of female sex still heavily permeated the air. The moon rode high in the dark sky. Our passions rode even higher. This time, it was the Countess and I, together driving the sweet Little One crazy with pleasure. Hopefully, my turn would come shortly.