1 comments/ 10188 views/ 0 favorites Existence By: obsidiandescent How long have you been there? You have no idea anymore. The combination of the hood and the enveloping silence have deprived your brain of the information it needs to track time. All you know is that your arms hurt. More specifically your shoulders. Your arms tied up above you at the wrists mean you've been slung here on your knees with your full weight going through your slender shoulders all this time. It wasn't too difficult to begin with but as the time has dragged and you have tired the weight of your body has been hanging from them more and more. Now, the ropes above you are all that holds you in this kneeling position. You've heard the odd knock and bump punctuating the silence during your stay but it's still a shock when you hear the door slam open, 'Hello Slut, enjoying your stay? You look warm. Let me help you with that.' Instantly the dull burning in your shoulders explodes into full on pain as the voice drags you around roughly whilst ripping your blouse to shreds. You feel the cold metal on your skin as the knife slices through your bra straps leaving you vulnerable to his touch. You can feel the cold air across your exposed skin. All is still for a second and then you feel the faintest trace of his fingers under the curve of your breasts. You feel him lean in to you, 'Whore,' he rasps in your ear as he grasps your nipples tightly and twists and pinches them. The pain rockets through your brain forcing you back which adds to the agony in your shoulders. Your screams fill your ears and you hear him screaming abuse at you as the pain wracks your body, 'You fucking slut! Don't pretend you don't love the attention. I know you want this, bitch.' When he releases your nipples the pain in them, perversely, seems to intensify for a second and you gasp your breathe as your body subsides. The agony and struggling against the ropes has drained the last vestiges of strength from you and you are now limp, hanging from your wrists. The dull ache running through your shoulders is spreading across your bare back and down your sides. He reaches under your armpit and hauls you to your feet. You take the opportunity to lean against him as you feel his hands rip your skirt and tights down your legs. You feel him kick them away from your feet so that you are standing there in only your knickers. Then in one movement he steps away and pushes you back to the floor. You feel the loss of fleeting human contact as your knees crash to the floor but that is nothing compared to the supernova that vaporises all thoughts in your head as the ropes catch your weight! After a few seconds his growl returns 'I know what you need slut. I know what someone as depraved as you requires to keep you alive.' As he says this you feel something soft running across your shoulders. Over your shoulders, down around your sides and across your breasts. You are acutely aware of the fact that just about every piece of skin on your body is exposed to your tormentor and whatever he holds. He runs the item up between your breasts and under your hooded chin. It is firm enough to lift your head upwards with it as it rises. Then it is withdrawn... The movement of the air is enough time to allow you to gasp before the crop strikes you squarely across your upper back. The blow isn't hard but the shock and pain as your skin instantly weals throws you forward jerking your shoulders roughly. The crop is moved round against your skin softly again until it rests across your nipples. You can hear yourself whimpering softly as you wait for the next blow, knowing that the second the leather leaves your skin is when the blow will fall. The time comes...but it's softer this time. Just a tap. Your nipples jump to attention. You know the power that he can wield but for some reason he isn't this time. Then again. And again. Getting harder now. Hurting your breasts. Bruises forming and being struck again on the same spot. He's getting faster and faster and harder and harder. Raining blow upon blow down upon your increasingly tender breasts. You can hear your own cries, 'Stop, please stop! I can't...Please!' Your pleading is getting more and more desperate and your screaming is growing with every blow. He is moving around you now. The blows are hitting your back, your arse, your hips, legs, side and your poor, poor aching shoulders. Every blow stronger and more cutting. Taking your pain to another level each time. 'Fucking shut up whore!' In an instant he rips up your hood to your nose, exposing your mouth. Then seconds after you feel his fingers forcing it open to be followed by his cock. He pushes it right into you and you gag on it. It is all you can do not to vomit as the whole length of it slides into your throat. You feel hands on the back of your head as he starts to thrust violently. Fucking your mouth. Raping your mouth! It seems to last for hours and yet you know that can't be right. Finally you feel his hands force you deep onto him and his cock begins to pulse. Hot fluid fills your mouth with every convulsion. Straight down your throat, forcing you to gag once again. Four, five, six shots filling your bruised mouth. Finally he subsides and withdraws and you feel the cum trailing out of your mouth off his cock. You feel a spot of it splatter on your thigh as it drops away. 'Good to have a use in life isn't it, slut?' He says as he pulls the hood back down over your mouth and you listen to his retreating footsteps in a state of agony and bewilderment. As the door closes you whimper quietly whilst asking yourself 'Why am I so wet?' *** You jerk awake as the door slams again. The disorientation is so great that it is a second before you register that you are still hanging from the ropes. Your hands feel numb from lack of blood and your arms aren't much better off. That door slam means he is back again? What is this? The fourth, fifth time? You can feel the dry cum on your skin and still taste him on your lips mixed with blood and sweat. Every time has been the same performance, whipping you till the screaming was too much and then fucking your mouth till he came. The only variation was where he'd come. In your mouth, on your chin, across your swollen, damaged breasts. It had rolled down you and dried with the sweat and blood. You know you must shimmer with emissions. 'You awake cumslut? I think you've been such a good whore that you deserve a reward.' You feel the blade slide under your knickers sides and feel the pull as he slices through them. Left first then the other side. You feel a shoe between your thighs and he forces them as far apart as your kneeling state will allow. The material drops away but because you've been so wet it sticks to your cunt. You hear a laugh 'What a slut! All this time you've enjoyed every second.' The slap hits the side of your head sharply and the ringing pounds through your skull. At the same time he rips the material away from you and you can feel the cold air across your swollen, pouting pussy lips. 'Well it's only fair that you get your reward after being such a good little fucktoy for so long isn't it.' You feel your right arm release from the rope and for a second it hangs in the air, held by the muscle memory, before it crashes down against your thigh. You hear a metal on concrete scrape as a chair is pulled up and then 'Wank then slut, give yourself the release you deserve. Show me what a whore you are. Show me how desperate you are to cum.' You are stunned for a second and stay frozen with the ringing in your ears and the pulsing of your cunt competing with the pain and the beating of your heart. Then the blow hits your ribs, 'Wank, slut!' You move your hand to your pussy and start to rub your clit. Oh god you need this. You need this release more than anything you've ever needed but your poor fingers are too numb. You can't coordinate your fingers and wrist and can't get into a rhythm. You feel like your clit is stretched six inches out from under your lips but you can't do anything about it. You try so hard to help yourself but there is no feeling in your hand at all. You are aching for the release. You are existing through your clitoris right now. You can feel hot tears falling down your face in frustration. You know your exhaustion has won and you won't be able to help yourself. 'Fuck me!' you hear yourself whisper. 'Please fuck me!' 'What, slut? You're making demands now? I let you have one reward and you start making demands?' You hear his voice rise as he steps forward and wrenches your hair back! With one movement he rips the hood off and even the dim light of this concrete cell is enough to stun you after hours of complete darkness! You can feel your tears and makeup smeared down your cheeks and you know that you must look gloriously pathetic to him. As you try to raise your head to look at him the first blow strikes your face. 'Whore! Bitch! Slut!' The abuse rings through your ears in time to the slaps. You are beaten over and over until each blow adds nothing new to the sensations. You haven't even got the strength to lift your free arm to shield yourself anymore. Then, your other arm is released, he's cut the rope and you slump, broken, to the cold floor. As you try to curl into a foetal position he kicks you over so you're lying on your front and then forces a foot between your thighs. Your mind is hazy now and you are drifting through the experience as you feel him covering your whole back. You feel his breath on your neck and his hand tangled through your hair. You know what is coming but you can't raise any strength to fight it. 'God, no, please.' you whimper as you feel his cock pushing against your anus. He grabs your hair and roughly slams your head into the floor and you glaze over as he slowly inches his cock into your backside. Every thrust stretches your anus agonisingly slowly but it is just one more pain to add to your ravaged shell of a body. He thrusts into you for what could be months for all your mind understands time anymore. You can do nothing more than lie there taking the abuse until with a final grunt he comes deep inside your arse. He is still for a moment longer before lifting himself up off of you. Lying there in the ensuing silence you can feel his cum seeping out of your arse, mixing with all the other fluids that cover your ruined body. You wonder if you'll ever feel normal again. You wonder if you'll ever want to. 'Feel good Slut? I've finished with you for now. See you tomorrow.' With that you lift your eyes an inch to watch his retreating feet walk out of the door and you slowly begin to sob again as you listen to the click of the lock. Existence in the Shadows Kya surveyed the crowd for possible candidates as her hunger for liquid sustenance grew unbearable. Feeding on the living distressed her and she always waited until it was absolutely necessary. However, Kya rarely drained a victim causing their death. Only when attacked or threatened did she willing take a life. Many of her mortal emotions had remained intact after her conversion and it mystified her maker. Kya enjoyed many of the human pursuits and desires that inhabited her being as a flesh and blood young woman. Her maker considered this an aberration among their kind. Although not rare, it occurred infrequently. In the one hundred plus years since her conversion, Kya had explored numerous sexual encounters with the opposite sex. While any long term liaison was doomed from the start, many brief associations proved to be very satisfying. But, modern times with its divorce rate and lack of commitment amazed and confused her Victorian sensibilities. The world had changed at a dizzying pace and while she craved sexual contact with them, men had very little appeal to her in the twenty first century. Occasionally, one came along that intrigued her but not often enough. In the later part of the twentieth century as sexual mores loosened considerably, Kya found the sensuous company of women to be just as if not more satisfying. The wedding reception was held in one the swankiest hotels of New Orleans. Kya had discovered long ago that the larger the reception the easier it was to blend in. Many of the men were entranced by the svelte, dark haired beauty as she swept effortlessly thru the crowd. After appraising most of the guests, Kya decided on one strapping young man to satisfy her need. With her hypnotic eyes, she lured the young man to an elevator and hit the stop button. While he was in a trance like state, her needle sharp fangs penetrated his jugular and she drank deeply. In an hour or so, he would wake a little weak but none the worse for wear and remember nothing. The recuperative powers of the young and the rejuvenating effects of their blood were highly sought after by her kind. As Kya skirted the hallway near the ballroom looking for the nearest exit, a very pretty young woman with golden hair and deep blue eyes walked hurriedly toward her. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for my cousin Travis. I thought I saw him leave with someone that looked a lot like you." She said in a concerned but guileless way. Kya was rarely seen by a mortal with her victim. Instantaneously, she was captivated by the girls' beauty and the fact that she had been seen. "What does he look like?" Kya asked in a lilting accented voice despite knowing the truth. "Oh, he's about six three, big but not fat with brown hair and brown eyes." She stated while wringing her hands with worry. Kya was sympathetic to the young woman's plight and without realizing put her hands on the girl's wrist. "Oh, your hands are so cold; you poor thing, it's drafty in this hallway." The girl stated with genuine anxiety and tenderly rubbed Kya's hands in the pointless hope of warming them. Kya experienced a flood of emotion from the concern on the girl's face and the touch of her warm hands. She was overwhelmed by a desire, a sexual desire that hadn't been satisfied in a long time. There was only one problem, Kya's basic need to feed was sated and any additional contact with the living carried the risk of recognition. The young woman put her arm around Kya and led her back to the ballroom. She draped a sweater over her shoulders. "That should warm you up some." The young woman said with caring. The gesture of kindness affected Kya deeply. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Kya." She stated with a slight British accent. Her nearly hypnotic gaze was fixed on the young woman. "I'm Brianna." The vivacious young lady stated. Kya was startled by Brianna's sudden outburst. "Travis! There you are! Your Dad's been looking for you." Brianna said with relief. Travis entered the room rubbing his head. "I think I had too much to drink." He said in a woozy voice. Brianna introduced Kya and Travis looked at her with no recollection at all. Kya was extremely uncomfortable in the brightly lit ballroom but was riveted to the spot by her curious attraction to Brianna. There was something about the young woman that she couldn't identify. A quality that attracted her to the girl but for the moment was unrecognizable. Several noisy guests broke out in song and it disturbed Kya. She disliked crowds and preferred the shadows. But, Brianna spoke first. "I know an intimate wine bar around the corner. Care to join me for a drink?" During Brianna's senior year at college, she was introduced to girl on girl sex by her longtime friend, Devon. It proved to be immensely satisfying and she actively engaged in torrid encounters with her roommate and others. Although considered beautiful by her male and female peers, Brianna's experience with men was limited. In fact, men failed to light her sexual fires with any success. When Brianna first glimpsed Kya, she was instantly aware of a sexual attraction to the mysterious stranger. Kya marveled at the effect Brianna had on her and readily accepted the invitation. They were seated in a far corner and the server brought two glasses of house red. Brianna chattered away and drank to her hearts content. Kya listened rapturously as Brianna regaled her with stories about college and growing up in Washington DC. "Don't you like the wine." Brianna asked as she noticed that Kya's glass was untouched. Brianna had been talking for over an hour but time meant something entirely different to Kya. She could have listened to Brianna talk for the rest of the night. With trepidation, Brianna studied Kya's face as something about her didn't seem right. She hadn't noticed at the wedding but the glittering dark eyes, pale complexion and pointy teeth were reminiscent of something... Suddenly, she recoiled when a dark realization took shape in her mind. Then, a look of fear washed over her face. Kya saw Brianna's reaction. "Please don't be frightened" Kya stated with the same lilting and reassuring voice. "Who are you?" Brianna asked in a shaky voice and avoided looking into Kya's sparkling eyes. Kya could have easily put Brianna in a trance but chose not to. She could sense that the girl was starting to grasp the danger in the situation and was near panic. "Please don't hurt me." Brianna uttered quietly in a voice bordering on terror. "I would never harm you. Forgive me but you fascinated me." Kya said in an ultra soothing voice. It took a few minutes but Brianna gradually controlled the panic that seized her mind and studied Kya carefully. "You're very pretty." Brianna said with renewed interest. "Thank You." Kya answered with gratitude. "I was attracted to you the first time I saw you." Brianna admitted shyly. Kya heard the comment and although it puzzled her, she suddenly grasped the intent. "I'm sorry, I thought you knew." Brianna said dejectedly. Kya was flattered beyond words. She had been approached by many women but never one as pretty and charming as Brianna. If it had been possible, she would have blushed. "I'm very flattered. You know, you're beautiful. How old are you?" Kya asked with curiosity. "I just turned twenty one." Brianna said bashfully. Kya was completely enthralled by the innocent and demure young beauty. "Would it be improper to ask how old you are?" Brianna asked in a whisper. "Not at all, let's just say I'm over a hundred." Kya stated in a soothing voice. Kya saw Brianna's nipples poke against the fabric of her sheer dress and it excited her. Sex was the only emotion that could warm her body. Brianna saw Kya's interest. "Have you ever been with a..." Brianna tried to ask. "Yes, but never one as lovely as you.' Kya stated truthfully with growing need. Brianna blushed deep red and her coyness was inflaming Kya's lust. But, suddenly the fear returned and Brianna was visibly shaking. The excitement had warmed Kya's hands and as she clutched Brianna's, she looked deep into her eyes. "You are afraid for the wrong reasons, only my desire for you could warm me like this." Kya spoke with passion. Kya saw tears envelope Brianna's eyes and she felt emotional pangs of protectiveness. "Come, let's go somewhere private." Kya implored with a touch of hypnotic suggestion. "Trust me" Kya relayed telepathically. But, Brianna's hands were trembling with anxiety and she could hear the girl's heart thudding in her chest. She was about to release the terrified girl and let her go when... "Ok, I will trust you." Brianna said tremulously. Kya's heightened senses intuited that the girl was scared but curious and desired her sexually. Brianna paid the bill and allowed herself to be led outside by Kya. As with most humans, the fear and flight response to danger gripped Brianna. But, a part of her trusted Kya and desired her. "How is it possible to engage in sex when the other person is a..." Brianna thought to herself but her mind refused to acknowledge the word that formed in her brain. They walked to the other side of the French Quarter and with Kya's arm around her, Brianna felt more safe and secure. Kya stopped in front of a small but elegant hotel. The manager recognized Kya and showed them to a room decorated in the early French style of New Orleans. Brianna stood in the room with her head down as anxiety and fear still played a role in her demeanor. Kya started to undress her with a sensual élan and gazed in awe at the innocent young beauty in her silky undies. "What beautiful undergarments." Kya said with admiration. "Victoria's Secret." Brianna said proudly. With an unearthly light touch Kya's fingers traced over the velvety skin of youth as Brianna shivered with excitement. "So pretty." Kya said admiringly. However, when she lowered her head to kiss the supple flesh, Brianna jumped back in fear at the sight of Kya's sharp teeth and fangs. Kya, using her formidable strength, drew the frightened girl against her body and calmed her. She commanded Brianna to look at her and slowly the girl raised her head. Grasping Brianna's hands, she ran them over the pointy porcelain surfaces. "See my darling, just sharp teeth. They won't hurt you." Kya implored in a serene voice. Brianna sagged against Kya and gently laid her head on Kya's shoulder. Kya was bursting with emotion from the display of trust and tenderly embraced the young woman. Brianna watched with fascination as Kya removed her clothing and stood gloriously naked before her. A tingly dampness crept into her nether regions as she gazed longingly at Kya's unnaturally beautiful body. Kya with panther like movements lay prone on top of Brianna and sweetly kissed the warm blood filled flesh of Brianna's neck and face. The effect was immediate and Brianna's pussy creamed uncontrollably. Kya trailed kisses over the silky flesh until her mouth enveloped a lush pink nipple. With ultimate care, she nipped the straining bud with her sharp teeth sending waves of sensual pleasure thru Brianna's body. Brianna cried out in ecstasy. The torrent of sensation was indescribably powerful and she craved more. Kya suckled the hardened nubs with otherworldly skill. She delighted in giving pleasure to the beautiful maiden beneath her. Then her vampire senses alerted her to the fact that the girl was a virgin. How was it possible? Kya knew that girls in Brianna's time lost their virginity at a much younger age. Kya squeezed with tender care the baseball sized mounds on Brianna's chest relishing the firmness and texture of the skin. The warm flesh was flush with desire and inflamed her feral instincts. With demonic determination, Kya nipped, licked and sucked until sensory overload swept thru Brianna's body and wracked her with a volcanic orgasm. Brianna shook and held on to Kya for dear life as spasms tore thru her body and pulsated deep in her quaking pussy. "OH KYA!" She bellowed in huge panting breaths. Kya perceived the need to slow the proceedings and gently caressed the trembling girl to her bosom. A sudden musical ditty interrupted the mood. "Oh shit! I forgot to call my uncle!" Brianna cried and reached for her purse. Kya stared with amusement as the young woman chatted amiably with someone on the other end of a cell phone. Her heightened senses discerned the love and caring from the male voice. On some level it pleased her to know that Brianna was loved and cherished. But, why did she live with her uncle? When Brianna ended the call, she tenderly snuggled against Kya. The room was a bit chilly. "I'm cold." Brianna stated at the same instant it registered in her brain. Kya drew a blanket around the slender figure and ran her strong hands over the fragile body. "Why do you live with your Uncle? Kya inquired. "My folks died in an auto accident a few years ago." The snuggling figure said wearily. Before Kya had a chance to ask more questions, Brianna's body slowly went limp in her grasp. Her chest rose and fell in unison with her breathing at a steady rate; a sure sign that she had fallen asleep. Gradually, a succession of memories paraded thru Kya's mind; triggered by Brianna's admission that she lived with her uncle. Kya failed to remember the dates anymore but Victoria was Queen of England and at the height of her reign. Britain was a world power and her ships sovereign of the seas. Kya was born Victoria Elizabeth Grantley to a loving mother and father whom she adored. Her upbringing was typical for the strict ethics of the times but was tempered by her parent's lenient ways. Kya's father was a colonel in the British Army newly assigned to a post in Africa. As a high ranking officer, he was accorded the opportunity to take his family. Kya was barely sixteen and full of life but her mother was a delicate person; almost frail. The rigorous journey to the exotic locale proved fatal for her mother when she developed a high fever and died before they reached Khartoum. Kya and her father were heartbroken. He had dearly loved his wife and her unbearable loss weighed heavily on his mind. "I should have left you both safe and secure at home." He would say to Kya in a terribly sad voice. Kya found solace in books and while she disliked life on the post, the nearness to her father comforted her. Her amah or nanny, was from India and showed her tender loving care. By the time of her eighteenth birthday, Kya had serious romantic feelings for a young cavalry officer. Her beauty had reached its apex and many young officers vied for her affections. But, as fate would dictate, he was killed along with her father while on a routine patrol; ambushed by insurgents. Kya was an orphan, although not uncommon, it relegated her to life with a less than caring relative. She was officially "persona non grata" with a much lower social status and marriage prospects. Soon after her father's death, Kya was informed that her Uncle would be arriving from England to take charge of her affairs. She recalled her uncle, Archibald Grevel, and his severe demeanor when he visited at holidays. He was a widower having lost a wife and young son in one of the mini epidemics that occasionally swept thru London in those times. A letter arrived addressed to Kya and Uncle Grevel, as he preferred to be called, expected her to be packed and ready for the return trip to Britain. Further, he saw no need at her age to continue her education. With her future in doubt, a career in teaching was an acceptable possibility. Kya, still grief stricken over the loss of her parents, contemplated running away. In Victorian England, teachers were a vastly underpaid and poorly respected lot. But, life on the run was an even bleaker choice with little hope of survival, especially in Africa. Kya's amah comforted her with the love of a parent. She watched the child grow into a beautiful young woman and it pained her greatly to see her sorrow and dejection. With her uncle's arrival in a few short days, Kya was sitting on the patio watching the clouds race in front of the moon when a sudden noise caught her attention. It was her amah calling her name. "Victoria!" she called in her Indian accent. "I'm here!" Kya exclaimed. "You should be in bed. It's very late" Her amah scolded. Kya's amah had a strange expression on her face and was looking at her neck. "What's wrong?" Kya asked. "It's dangerous to be outside when it is late and you are alone." Amah said warily in her thick accent. "Why? I'm not afraid of wild animals." Kya said with the confidence of youth. "It's not wild animals that concern me. There are more dangerous things that lurk in the darkness." Her amah said in a frightened voice with an eye cast to the shadows. Kya reluctantly went to bed but her amah's words ignited her inquisitive nature. The next night she lay in bed until her amah was asleep. Stealthily, she crept to the patio and sat in the darkness with only the moonlight for company. Kya was lightly dozing when she perceived a shimmering shadow of white approaching. The figure at the center was a beautiful African woman with glittering eyes. The shadow perceived great sorrow in Kya and was moved by the tragedy that had enveloped her life. She regarded the beautiful and slender mortal with something akin to sympathy in human terms. "Why are you sad?" The figure asked Kya in a light musical voice. Kya, with great effort, recalled the events that reshaped her life. At the end she grieved anew and heaving sobs wracked her body. The African woman in white embraced her and looked at her compassionately. So young and yet... In her entrancing and musical voice the apparition explained to Kya how her life could be altered forever. She had a choice, life with her uncle or an entirely different but powerful existence; one that would last many lifetimes. Kya remembered the hypnotic beauty of her maker as she rested in the comforting embrace; especially the luminescent eyes. "Think carefully about the choice I offer you." The apparition advised and gradually dissolved leaving Kya alone in the darkness. The next day, Kya replayed the events of the previous night over and over in her mind. "Was it a dream?" she kept asking herself. Kya dared not mention a word to her amah and as night approached, she was more certain of her decision. Better an existence in the shadows than life with her uncle in London. As Kya waited patiently for her amah to fall asleep, the room grew lighter until the beautiful African woman appeared at the foot of her bed. The figure moved silently towards Kya and perceived her desire. It wasn't until the glowing face was inches from her own when Kya saw the sharp teeth. For a brief moment, fear played across her mind but she remembered nothing else. When Kya woke, she was instantly aware of the change inside her. The night enveloped her and she found peace in the shadows. Her hearing, sight and all her senses were greatly heightened. Her maker gave her an African name, Kya, and she willing discarded Victoria. Kya was consumed with a need for human blood and under her maker's watchful gaze, she found a youth tending his flock of sheep. Her maker was near and studied her reactions with care Once the youth was entranced, she sank her needle sharp fangs into his vein and sucked his life's essence. Her first few efforts at restraint failed and the lifeless bodies caused her great pain. One evening as the shadows lengthened, she saw a very handsome man by the riverbank. He was washing his body and singing a song she remembered as a mortal. Existence in the Shadows The sight of his nakedness caused a stirring inside Kya that perplexed her maker. Her mortal emotions had survived the transformation intact and it imbued Kya with a humanness that co existed with her new identity. Kya embraced her new existence but was inexplicably drawn to the small quarters that she occupied with her parents on the military post. With the stealth that typified her kind, she entered the room as a wispy imperceptible cloud. Kya's uncle was sitting at the desk that her father once occupied. His face was cradled in his hands as he held a photo of Kya and her parents. Tears ran unabated down his cheeks as he lamented their loss. Kya was thunderstruck and moved by his display. Privately, he was a caring person who had suffered thru two tragedies. "Victoria, I would have loved you as my own." He mourned without restraint. Kya tried hypnotically to ease his pain and it succeeded to a small degree but his loss was too great. She withdrew and regretted her irreversible decision. The figure cradled in her arms was stirring and Kya gazed at Brianna with deep affection. The eyes gradually opened and the girl smiled at her. Brianna turned her cheek against Kya and massaged the plump but small breast. Her lips grazed the nipple and it hardened into a tight pink cluster. Kya gasped and gently supported the girls head as Brianna affectionately mouthed her nipples. The stimulation ignited long dormant emotions and drew moans and gasps from Kya. Unexpectedly, Brianna stopped and looked at Kya with a sheepish expression. "I have to pee. Sorry." She said with graceful need. Kya observed the retreating form with emotional longing. The small heart shaped derriere was enchanting as it swayed sexily atop Brianna's toned legs. Kya waited patiently for Brianna to return and listened with her ultra sensitive hearing at the noisy expulsion of liquid. It was a long forgotten bodily function that still interested Kya. Brianna bounded out of the bathroom and leaped with outstretched arms into Kya. She gazed longingly into her dazzling eyes and kissed all over the alabaster color face and neck. Kya was overcome by the display of affection and her passion rose with a fury. With considerable power, she held the svelte maiden and ardently kissed the silky skin. With Kya in control, Brianna's body vibrated with hot sensations. The full blood red lips caressed her skin and jolted her slobbering slit with intense pleasure. Within a few minutes, she was light headed and lost in a world of extreme yearning. Kya kissed over the flat belly and continually exerted her will on the gasping unblemished girl. The scent from Brianna's bloated sex aroused the primal fires in Kya and with inhuman ferocity she lapped the sopping flesh. Kya rabidly sucked the pungent juices which satisfied a need that rivaled bloodlust. Brianna's throbbing pussy creamed and dripped with astounding quantity as her body surged with waves of raw pulsing energy. By now, Brianna was strictly at the mercy of Kya's inhuman sexual desire. Her body was on a different plane of consciousness as torrents of pleasure seared her fiery cleft. Kya's carnal lust had reached epic proportions and Brianna's body quaked and pulsated as it rode massive waves of orgasmic pleasure from crest to trough. The convulsive contractions that shuddered and gripped Brianna's heaving pussy seemed to go on forever but eventually subsided. Somewhere in her orgasm rattled brain, she perceived her bodily secretions draining away and a loss of consciousness. Kya lifted the limp slender shape bathed in sweat and held it tightly to her. In spite of their superhuman capabilities and easy dominance of mortals, her kind had at a distinct disadvantage. Powerless during daylight, unable to love or procreate, driven by an unnatural thirst and relegated to a solitary, lonely existence that stretched on without a foreseeable end, her brethren were literally in a hell on earth. Kya gently moved the sweat soaked curls framing Brianna's youthful face out of the way and stared at the beautiful girl with desire and pain. Mortal youth was fleeting but eternal youth was a curse. God in his infinite wisdom had balanced the scales perfectly. Kya instantly intuited the rising sun and lay curled with Brianna's form molded to her. The heavy drapes would block out the sunlight and she would rest until sundown. Kya woke first with the pangs of impending loss. Brianna had slept peacefully and it pleased her but her brief encounter would end tonight. Her futile attempts to appease her mortal emotions always ended with heartrending regret. Kya listened attentively as Brianna sang a poignant and sad song in the shower. The moving lyrics were basic and timeless. Star crossed lovers were parting. "I'm starving Kya. Is there a restaurant close by?" the radiant youthful face asked cheerfully. Kya seemed withdrawn and gloomy to Brianna. "Do you need to...?" Brianna asked with naivete. With a half smile, Kya shook her head "no." Kya saw the tears forming in Brianna's eyes and instantly knew it wasn't from fear but a deeper emotional crisis. The girl was smart and innately realized that her time with Kya was at an end. "I'll never see you again, will I?" Brianna asked in a blubbering voice and lowered her head. "No" was Kya's terse reply. The entrance to the garden was forbidden to Kya and all who walked the earth as creatures of the night. As they prepared to leave the room, the pair embraced passionately. "I love you Kya." Brianna cried in a breaking voice. Kya stood bathed in the shadows and watched the beautiful young woman wave goodbye. Her human emotions reverberated with sadness and sorrow in her cold empty body. She could shed no tears but the loss hurt just as deeply. For a long time, Kya remained in the shadows watching the parade of humanity stream by. The tremors of a growing need for sustenance started to take shape but she suppressed the desire and looked longingly at the people, unaware of her presence.