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Bloodlust

By: aspiringromantic



Authors Note: This is a longer story with a lot of time spent on emotions and character and development. If you enjoyed this story or if you hated it please take the time to vote and to tell me why - Aspiring Romantic.

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I thundered through the shadowy alley, paying little mind to the cast of unsavory characters lining its walls. I paused on the other side trying to ascertain which direction I should follow. It was dark and foggy, and I had managed to lose sight of the voluptuous redhead, but I could still hear the sound of her clicking frantically on the pavement in the distance. After a brief moment of deliberation I was able to pinpoint the direction, and I headed after her.

It was nearly 4 a.m. on a foggy Tuesday night in the middle of Atlanta. The streets were virtually abandoned, except for the occasional vagabond, prostitute or lifelong criminal. In other words, the type of people who would notice a well dressed man chasing after a beautiful girl, but were unlikely to interfere. They were the type of people who were used to running from the cops instead of calling for their help. I suspected that several of them considered mugging me, but some instinct they didn't quite understand convinced them otherwise.

I ran past a crumbling apartment complex and turned a corner just in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of my target. She darted across the street and began to cut through a vacant lot. I realized that she wasn't running haphazardly. She had a destination in mind, and I suddenly knew what it was. More importantly, I knew a more direct path. 

I slowly crossed the empty street and turned down another shady alley. I briskly walked past the crack houses and vacant lots, making my way back towards the park and a nicer part of the city. The tenements gradually became nicer and finally I stopped in an alley next to a large brick townhouse. I sat patiently in the shadows and was shortly greeted by the sound of footsteps growing near. I stood and flattened myself against the brick wall and watched anxiously as Sophie approached on the sidewalk next to the main street. She didn't even notice me in my dark hiding place, a careless mistake I thought. She passed by and with one quick, graceful movement I darted out from my hiding place and seized her from behind.

She wheeled around to face me. Her bright emerald eyes were blazing with surprise. "How did you...?" she started to ask.

I flashed her a wicked smile. "I anticipated where you were going, Love, and I took a short cut."

She stared at me flabbergasted, trying to process my words. Finally she just flashed me a coy smile and pushed me away playfully. "Oh Darien," she pouted in her distinct British accent, "You are no fun. I wanted you to chase me. I wanted to get your blood pumping."

I took her hand and drew her near to me. "My blood is already pumping," I responded. "It's been absolutely boiling since our meal." I leaned Sophie up against the brick wall and pressed my body against her, allowing her to feel the pulsing member inside my tight leather pants. I could tell she was still enjoying the afterglow of our dinner as well. Her normally, pale white skin now had a pinkish glow about it, and her flesh was warm to the touch. I could feel her heart racing. Her lips were blood red, and with good reason. She flashed me a seductive, toothy smile, and I noticed her long canine teeth still displayed some red streaks--the last remnants of the feast we had shared earlier. I briefly flashed back to the two young lovers who had taken an ill-fated stroll through the park. Their lifeless bodies would undoubtedly be found in the coming days, but the police would just assume them to be the victims of robbery. I had taken all of their valuables and would put them in the chest where I kept the goods of all my victims, saving them until they could be turned into cash without drawing attention.

I leaned forward and gently kissed Sophie's lips. There was a sweet hint of our earlier meal on her breath, and it caused my heart to start pounding in my chest. "It's been to long," I whispered. "I've missed you, Sophie."

"I know, my love," she answered, "But I'm here now." I stepped back and gazed at her—a picturesque vision of loveliness. She stood five and a half feet tall, with a voluptuous, curvy figure. Her most noticeable feature was her long, curly red hair. Along with her pale skin and bright green eyes, it made her look like an indescribable goddess. I had been captivated by her looks from the moment I first saw her in a small London nightclub nearly two years earlier. I suspected every man who had encountered Sophie during her brief adult life felt the same way. She had been indescribably beautiful as a nineteen-year-old mortal. In the two years since The Change she hadn't aged a day, but she had become even more radiant. Her porcelain flesh and vibrant eyes had adopted a glow that made her inconceivably mesmerizing to man and woman alike. The young couple in the park had found out just how dangerously intoxicating she could be.

She stood gazing up at me, taking in my own ageless beauty. At a little over six feet tall, I easily towered over her. She reached up and ran her slender fingers though my long, dark hair, pushing it back to expose my pale face. "So," she began, "We've already dined, and we've already played. What do you say to going inside and having a proper reunion?"

I flashed her my own bloodstained fangs. "As you wish," I replied. We left the dark alley and climbed the steps in front of the large brick townhouse. I turned my key in the lock and moments later we stood inside the large edifice. The main room was decorated with numerous pieces of expensive, antique furniture, but that wasn't our focus at the moment. We rushed to the back of the house and down the small stair case that winded its way beneath street level to the cellar below.

The room had no windows and was pitch black, but neither of us minded. Our gift allowed us to see extremely well in the dark. Nevertheless, I went to a corner and ignited each of the candles in the large candelabra, giving us a touch of light. Aside from the candle stand there was only one other piece of furniture, which sat in the center of the room. The floor was covered with thick red carpeting. All four walls and the ceiling were covered with black velvet tapestries.

Sitting in the center of the room was my most prized possession. Perfectly distanced from each of the walls sat a massive sarcophagus. It was nearly eight feet long and wide enough for two adults. The exterior wood was stained black and covered with ornate carvings. The lid stood open, revealing an interior that was lined with luxurious satin. The pillows and mattress were covered in the same material. The material was a shade of red that matched the carpet perfectly. They both matched the streaks that were now fading from my teeth. They were the color of the sweet nectar that Sophie and I needed for our survival.

The entire home was filled with expensive pieces of furniture, most of which had been around for hundreds of years. The various homes I owned around the world were equally posh. Still, in my mind, all of it together did not compare to the value of that sarcophagus. Inside its confining walls I had been born into the dark life, when at 23 years old I had been enchanted by the enigmatic temptress, Alana. Nearly ten years had passed since I had been discovered by the gorgeous vampire, sitting alone in a small bar in New Orleans. I put up little resistance when she invited me to her home; once there she had easily seduced me into the coffin. I had laid there naked, as if in a trance, as the raven-haired beauty made love to me. WHEN I climaxed, I felt the sharp prick in my neck as she began to consume my nectar. She had nearly taken my life, but in the last instant Alana guided my teeth to her own neck, instructing me to drink of her. I obeyed, and thus the Change commenced. 

I'd slept through the entire next day, and woke as the sun was setting. Alana had vanished, and I'd not seen her since, although I heard from others that she was still out there somewhere. She didn't give me any instructions or advice. The only thing she left me was the box where my creation had taken place. In that box I had spent the first month of my new life, trying to come to grips with what had happened, and trying to understand my new powers and urges. I left only to feed, and the first few times that had been quite a debacle. Eventually, I gained comfort with the new me and adopted my new life with vigor, but I kept the sarcophagus with me. It felt like a part of me, and was the only place I felt truly comfortable when I slept. Over the years, many a young ingénue had spent the last moments of her life with her naked body sprawled across the slippery red satin mattress as I satisfied my hunger and my lust. It was on that same mattress that I turned a young English barmaid into a lust-filled animal eight years after my own Change.

Now I stood watching as the former barmaid crossed the small room and leaned against the massive black box. I was filled with lust as I began to anticipate what was about to happen. Sophie was dressed in black knee-high boots, a tight black leather skirt, and a white button-down peasant's blouse with a ruffled collar. The elastic neckline was pushed down, exposing her soft, sexy shoulders and ample cleavage. It looked like her breasts would spill out at any moment. 

My cock stiffened inside my leather pants. I recognized the familiar longing that Sophie always caused to well up inside me. It had been that way since I first saw her serving drinks to a group of rowdy Englishman, wearing a short black velvet dress. She was just a girl, completely unconscious of her own raw sexuality. It had been easy to convince the naïve girl to leave with me after her work was done. My thick dark hair, chiseled body and masculine beauty had always been popular with the ladies, and the art of seduction was one of the many gifts that came with the Change. It had been easy to talk her into visiting my London flat. Once inside, I had stripped her of the short velvet dress and the lacy black bra and panties beneath it. Her body was even more spectacular than I had imagined. I led her to the coffin and we had made love and as we climaxed, I bit her neck and began to dine. I had never intended to share my dark gift with her. I had planned on making her just another meal, but something changed as we made love. I couldn't pinpoint the exact cause. Perhaps it was her unparalleled beauty that I felt I could not destroy. Perhaps it was the lithe way her body moved as she satisfied me; I knew it would never grow old. But mostly, I think it was the way she acted. Once bitten, women were powerless to resist, but you could always feel the fear rising up inside them as the end drew near. But with Sophie it had been different. There had been no fear, even as she reached the brink of death. At the last moment I used a fingernail to draw my own blood, and Sophie had drank eagerly.

The first few months had been complete bliss. Sophie fed without any signs of guilt or remorse from the first day. Perhaps it was easier for someone who had a guide and was not left to figure things out alone. We traveled the world and our love of the hunt was only topped by our insatiable lust for one another. But, gradually Sophie became more independent. She would disappear for days at a time. Days turned into weeks. At one point, I had not seen her for a month, but our reunion had been glorious. This last time, she had been gone for just over six months before popping up in my native town. And now here she was again, in my basement, nonchalantly leaning against the dark bed where I had created her, and where we had made love hundreds of times since.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the sounds of Sophie's voice. "I love to explore the world, my Love," she said, "But no matter how far I roam, I can never escape the hold this bed has over me. I never sleep quite so well as I do inside its bosom. How can I persuade you to give it to me?"

"You can't," I answered flatly. "I'll never part with it, my dear. Besides, if I gave you my bed, you may no longer feel the need to visit your creator."

Sophie stood up and quickly crossed the room. "That simply not true," she said defiantly. As she spoke she slid her hand across the front of my pants, gently outlining my engorged phallus. "You know it is much more than the bed that I yearn for" she said with a seductive smile. My preternatural senses allowed me to smell her arousal. Slowly, I leaned forward and brushed her lips with my own. Once again I tasted a hint of our earlier feast. It only aroused me more. I wrapped a strong arm around Sophie and pulled her tightly against my firm body, crushing her soft breasts against my chest. I ground my swollen phallus against her groin. She let out a short groan, which evolved into a growl. We were both hungry, but it wasn't blood we were after. 

We slowly made our way to the great casket. With each small step, our hunger grew more rampant. Sophie slipped her hands between our bodies and deftly opened the buttons on my black silk shirt, exposing my well-toned hairless chest and abdomen. I had already managed to discard my black snakeskin boots. I effortlessly lifted Sophie so she was sitting on the edge of the macabre bed. She cast her own boots aside, then watched as I slowly removed my tight leather pants. I rarely wore underwear, preferring the feel of the rough leather against my cock, so my iron shaft was instantly exposed CHANGE 'AS' TO 'WHEN' as I slid the pants down. Sophie licked her lips as she gazed upon my engorged rod. It looked like an ivory tusk protruding from my body, the same pale white color as the rest of my flesh. I stood naked before her for a moment, loving the way she admired my Adonis-like body. Then, in one graceful move, I leaped into the sarcophagus. 

As always, the cool, slick satin felt marvelous against my nude body. Sophie slid into place next to me and we embraced immediately. I started probing the inside of her mouth with my tongue, using the tip to trace along her sharp killing teeth. I dropped the zipper on her skirt and rapidly worked the tight garment down her muscular thighs and off her body. I cast it out of our dark bed and onto the floor. She was wearing a nearly transparent white lace thong. It did little to hide the thick patch of red pubic hair that I loved so much. I reached inside her underwear and slipped a long, slender finger inside her pussy. It was unbelievably wet, as always. Sophie growled softly in my ear as I began to probe her nether regions. 

"I'm aching to be inside you, my Love," I whispered.

"Not yet, Master," was her reply. She pulled away from me and sat up. I lay looking up at her as she teasingly opened her blouse and cast it aside. A flimsy white lace bra barely concealed her D-cup tits. I could see every detail of her erect strawberry colored nipples. 

Sophie slowly arranged herself so she was straddling my legs. She took my 8 swollen inches of manhood in her hand and began to stroke it. I growled pleasurably in response. "Put that between your lips," I said in a demanding tone. Sophie smiled in response, showing she was eager to oblige my request. She leaned forward, almost causing her creamy orbs to spill free their confinement. Sophie took the head of my hard cock and slowly guided it between her pouty lips. She slid up and down its length slowly one time, gently grazing it with her fangs. She gave it one quick suck, giving me a brief flash of the bliss she could provide. Then she sat up and flashed me her most seductive smile.

"Is that what you want me to do, Master?" she asked with mock innocence. She always acknowledged me as her master during sex, even though she was usually the one in control. It was part of the inexplicable power she'd always had over me since the first time we made love. I responded to her question with an angry growl, which caused Sophie to giggle like the schoolgirl she had been when I first took her innocence away. She leaned forward and again wrapped her lips around my throbbing penis.

She took my length into her mouth, and then started pulling back, allowing my long cock to slide in and out of her lips. Her teeth roughly grazed against my sensitive flesh. I lost control almost immediately. I placed my hands on the back of her head and twisted them into her red curls. My hips started moving involuntarily as I began to fuck her face. Sophie looked up with her vibrant green eyes and started to suck harder. She placed a hand beneath my balls and started to rub my perineum, knowing how much I liked it. My breath started coming out in short, harsh gasps, and I grunted and growled fiercely. I felt my testicles contracting a roar escaped my lips. My cock exploded, sending my creamy gift into Sophie's mouth. She drank of it as eagerly as she had the young lovers in the park. Sophie continued to suck until I released every last drop. Then she cleansed my cock with her tongue and laid down beside me. 

I kissed Sophie softly, offering my gratitude for her services. The kiss quickly became passionate, and I rolled to my side and pinned her against the casket wall. One of the many gifts accompanying my Change had been extraordinary virility. The sun wouldn't be up for another hour, and we intended to make full use of that time. I grinded my hips against Sophie's as we kissed. All ready I could feel my cock turning back to steel. 

I slipped my hand between Sophie's smooth thighs and into the gusset of her panties. She cooed with delight as I traced out the edges of her velvety pussy and wrapped her hand around my bulbous cock head. She rapidly brought it to its full glory. "Fuck me, Master" she pleaded.

"Not yet, my Love". I buried my face between her soft tits and bit into her bra. My sharp fangs severed the material and the harness flew apart violently, spilling out its load. Her large reddish nipples were very erect, and I sucked one into my mouth, savoring its texture. I nipped it gently with teeth, causing a single droplet of blood to slowly roll down her bosom. Sophie moaned with delight as I slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Her hips gyrated in response and the room was filled with the slurping sounds of her sex. I watched as the bright red droplet rolled off her breast and across her flat stomach. I was fascinated by the life-giving liquid, as always. I lapped it up with my tongue just before it reached her naval, then resumed sucking and fondling her orbs.

Sophie was beginning to respond to my touches. Her body was writhing about on the slick satin mattress. I recognized the telltale sings of her approaching orgasm, and I fingered her harder, bringing her towards the edge. Her soft strokes on my cock turned to violent tugs. "Please," she moaned in my ear, "please fuck me now." For once, I had the upper hand in our relationship, and I didn't intend to relinquish it. I started to withdraw my fingers from her vagina. Sophie growled angrily and grabbed my wrist, forcing me back inside her. She held my hand tightly with one arm as she started humping my fingers. She let go of my cock and used the free hand to rub her clit. In a matter of seconds she had pushed herself to the brink. Sophie cried out passionately as she orgasmed. Her body shook uncontrollably and her pussy clenched at my fingers. Then she kissed me passionately and we licked her juices from my hand. "Now we fuck" she demanded.

"Yes, Love," I responded. 

Sophie got up on her knees and grabbed the edge of the casket. She arched her back, sticking her ass up into the air. I snapped her thong off with one quick rip and positioned myself behind her. My cock was throbbing again, and it was eager for another release. I slipped two fingers inside her vagina and opened a hole for my bulbous cock head. We both quivered with anticipation as I lined up at her entrance. "Give it to me!" she hissed with a wicked grin. 


Bloodlust



With one quick thrust I buried my cock inside her wetness. We both groaned with pleasure. I paused for a moment, fearing I would climax to early. Sophie didn't like my decision, and she immediately began rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her tight lips. "Oh yes," she groaned. "Fuck me, Master."

Her dirty talk always drove me wild, and I responded instantly. I leaned forward, placing my muscular chest against her bare back. I reached around and fondled her breast with one hand as I started to rhythmically thrust my cock into her. The room was filled with the soft slapping of flesh and our mutual grunting and moaning. Sophie was a noisy lover, and it always brought out a wilder side of me. I started fucking harder, burying my shaft deep inside her with each strong, quick thrust. She responded with more dirty talk, calling me her master and begging for me to fuck her harder. I obliged, and in a matter of minutes we were both in a frenzy. I could feel my balls rising as they prepared to unload for the second time. Sophie was equally close to another climax. "Fill me up," she pleaded, and that was all it took. I growled ferociously as my cock spasmed and I started to cum inside her. She responded almost immediately, and her felt her pussy milking my dick as she reached her own climax. I continued pumping for several seconds, spraying my every last drop. Finally, we collapsed in a heap. We kissed passionately for several minutes. We were both fatigued, and we knew that sunrise was near. We wrapped our naked bodies together and waited for sleep to come. 

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My eyes snapped open and instantly I was wide awake. An unexpected sound had brought me out of my trancelike sleep. The sarcophagus lid was closed, but I instinctively knew that the sun was still up. I felt a stirring next to me and knew that Sophie was awake as well. We both possessed the keen senses of a predator, and we could tell that danger was nearby. I held my breath and listened carefully. I could hear the faint whisper of footsteps as they crossed the floor above us. 

"Shit," Sophie whispered. "Someone's here!" I could hear the fright in her voice.

I knew there was no time to analyze the situation. I reacted without thinking. With one arm I pushed off the hundred pound lid of our dark bed as if it were a feather. I leaped out and onto the floor, then reached up to help Sophie. The candles had long since burned away and the room was still pitch black, but by powerful eyes took in every inch of her fine nude body. "Get dressed" I whispered. "Hurry." Sophie quickly found her skirt and blouse and put them on, leaving her torn underwear on the floor. I also dressed quickly, realizing it wouldn't take long for our visitor to find that hidden door that led to my secret lair. 

When we both had our shoes on I grabbed Sophie's hand. "This way," I whispered. I led her to the back wall of the room and we ducked behind the black velvet drapes. I knelt down and removed the cover from a vent shaft that wasn't much broader than my shoulders. I helped Sophie into the opening and then followed her, pausing only long enough to close the grate behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried not to think what would happen if we were caught. It's a popular belief that vampires can be destroyed by day light. That school of thought was completely incorrect, and our visitor would no doubt be aware of that. He would also undoubtedly know that we are weakest during midday, and that I would be unable to defend myself if outnumbered by mortals. Therefore, it was important to escape in a hurry. 

I could tell Sophie was equally frightened as she wiggled along on her belly. After about 15 feet the shaft ended, and we found ourselves in a small room. "I built this right after I moved in," I explained to Sophie. "I have an escape route in all my homes. This is the first time I've ever had to use one."

Sophie nodded at my explanation but said nothing. Her body was trembling, and it was obvious she was in a state of shock. I wrapped an arm around her. "Come, my Love," I whispered. "We can't stop here." There was a door on the other side of the room and I directed Sophie through it. It opened into an old sewer main that was no longer used. We followed the tunnel for about 10 minutes before it came out beneath the street near a lake in the park. The sun was still shining brightly, and Sophie's first reaction was to retreat. I could feel the energy being drained from my body, but I took her hand and we both walked out into the day. 

I kept my arm tight around Sophie as we crossed the park and started walking along the city sidewalk, back towards my townhouse. The sun hurt my eyes and I had to keep them squinted. Sophie was still a bit traumatized by our experience, and she was having trouble holding back her sobs. Everyone we passed seemed to be staring, but I didn't know if it was because her behavior, or the way her braless tits were jostling in the now dirt covered thin white blouse. About two blocks from the townhouse was the garage where I kept my car. I led Sophie to the large black Mercedes, and after making sure no one was around I opened the trunk. She climbed in and I closed the lid. I drove to a distant, secluded spot and parked. When I opened the trunk, I saw that Sophie was sound asleep, but her face was stained with vibrant red tears. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then I slipped into the trunk and closed it. In a matter of seconds, I was asleep.

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The second time we woke was more natural than the first. My eyes opened gradually, and I knew that the last rays of light would be fading from the night sky. Sophie stirred next to me as I reached over and flicked the special switch that opened the trunk. It popped open and I glanced through the crack to make sure we were alone. I didn't see or here anyone, so I opened the hood fully and climbed out. Sophie followed. We got into the front and I started driving home.

We didn't speak for several moments. Sophie was the first to break the silence. "I was scared," she said. "No one has ever come so close to me in my sleep. I'm glad you were prepared. Has that happened before?"

"Never to me," I answered, "but I've heard stories. I knew it was wise to be prepared."

"I'm glad you were," she said. "I panicked. I didn't know what to do. If you hadn't be there I..." She paused without finishing the sentence. "Thank you for saving my life," she said in a small voice.

"I didn't do anything special," I answered. "You are strong Sophie, and even without me you would have survived."

"I'm not so sure," she said. "I've never been that frightened. Not as a mortal, and certainly not since the Change. You saved my live, Darien. You were the one who gave me life, and last night you prevented that life from ending. Thank you."

I started to argue again, but when I looked over I saw a single reddish tear rolling down her pale white cheek. She looked vulnerable, and somehow it made her even more attractive. I knew it would be best not to speak.

We continued on in silence until I pulled up to the curb in front of my townhouse. I knew that the intruders would be long gone. They would know that it would be foolish to be around after sunset, when I would be at full strength. I parked the car and we went to the door. Sophie stood behind me nervously. Neither of us knew what to expect.

I listened intently and sniffed the air as the door swung open. I knew immediately that the building was empty, and had been for a few hours. Sophie could also tell it was abandoned, and that seemed ease her nerves. We entered the foyer and closed the door behind us. I stepped into the sitting room and was shocked at what I saw. The room was exactly how I'd left it-nothing had been disturbed.

Sophie was equally surprised. "Nothing's been moved," she said. "Nothing's wrong. It's like no one was here." She smiled thinly. "Maybe it was just the landlord or something." She was much more relaxed now. The vivacious temptress that I was accustomed to had replaced the sullen girl from the car. Her elevated mood made me feel better, but I was still a bit on edge. Something didn't seem right. 

Sophie's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Well," she said in her clipped English accent, "I'm filthy. I'm going to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes before dinner." She walked over to the grand stair case and paused with one hand on the ivory banister. She cocked her hip and smiled seductively. "Care to help me?" she asked with a wink. I stared at her and took in the way her red curls cascaded around her face and the way her ample, braless breasts pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse. I cast my suspicions aside.

"Right behind you, my Love" I said.

Sophie briskly climbed the stairs as I followed. She unbuttoned her blouse as she went and cast it over the banister. I gazed at the sensual white flesh of her back as I followed, casting my own shirt aside. I came to the top of the stairs just in time to see her shapely nude ass scurrying into a doorway. Her leather skirt was laying on the floor. I left my pants next to it and walked into the room I kept for Sophie. I maintained a room for Sophie in each of my homes, in case she ever visited. Like all of them, this one was filled with exquisite furniture, including a large bed that she had never slept in. The large walk in closet was filled with pretty things I had purchased for her, and there were several jewelry boxes on the dresser each stocked with magnificent pieces. I knew right away that this room had not been disturbed either. Even the large trunk filled with items I had pilfered from my victims remained in tact.

Across the room, the bathroom door stood open and the light was on. I caught a glimpse of Sophie's reflection in the mirror as she stepped into the shower. Seconds later I heard the water cut on. I could feel my cock stiffening as I rapidly crossed the room. 

Sophie looked like a goddess standing stark naked beneath the hot water. Tendrils of steam wrapped themselves around her voluptuous body. The hot water flowed down her body in glistening streams. Little droplets were falling off her full breasts and erect nipples. Her red hair was two shades darker than normal, and the patch that surrounded her vagina looked very inviting. She held the bar of soap in my direction. "Want to lather me up?" she asked with a smile.

My cock was now at full mast. I stepped beneath the steaming water. Our lips met and we kissed passionately for several seconds. I eagerly fondled her hips and ass, then finally slipped my hands beneath her thighs, grazing the outer folds of her vagina. Sophie moaned softly in my ear and forced the bar of soap in my hand.

She turned and faced the streaming water and I stood behind her. I held her body tightly against my own, grooving my rock hard manhood in the crack of her ass. I took the soap and lathered up a wash rag, then I began to trace the rag along her clavicle. I slowly worked my way down her body with my hands. At the same time, I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my pulsing cock against her backside. Sophie seemed delighted as I lathered up each of her large breasts. I spent extra time rubbing the coarse rag against each of her large nipples.

Then I moved down, taking my time, slowly caressing her stomach with the soapy rag. Sophie closed her big green eyes and leaned her back onto my shoulder. I worked the rag over her hips, and each of her thighs. It moved in a circular motion, slowly moving closer and closer to that thick patch of red hair. Finally, I started to graze her clit. Sophie gasped as I rubbed it repeatedly. I hit the spot again and again, gently rubbing the outer lips of her pussy between each touch. My fingers started working their way inside her hot womanhood. Involuntarily, she started to buck her hips, forcing my fingers and the wash rag deeper inside. Sophie began gasping for breath as I finger fucked her. I entered her harder and faster, and suddenly her knees started to buckle. The room was filled with the sound of her ecstasy as she climaxed. 

She turned and kissed me when it was over, and immediately dropped to her knees. I was already extremely excited from rubbing against her ass. Sophie kissed my swollen head gently as she soaped her palm. She wrapped her tiny hand around my erection and started pumping it roughly while she flicked at my penis opening with her tongue. I ejaculated almost immediately, spraying my juice into her mouth. Sophie stood up and we continued to kiss softly while we cleaned up for real. 

Moments later I laid naked on the bed as Sophie got dressed. Already, I could feel my cock stiffening again as I watched her glide about the room. She stood in front of the large dresser, rummaging in the drawers. She seemed satisfied when she pulled out a lacy black thong and matching bra. She slipped them on along with a black garter belt and hose. The dark material was in sharp contrast to her pale flesh and fiery red hair. I was very aroused. As she stood in front of the closet choosing a dress I stepped up behind her. I ran one hand down her thigh and cupped a breast with the other. I pressed my erection into the small of her back.

"Let make love, my dear," I whispered.

She reached back and took my cock in her hand. "I would love to," she answered. "But lets do it after. It's so much better after the kill." She gave my dick a little squeeze and then released it. 

I stepped back, a little disappointed, but eager to oblige. "Okay, my love," I said. "I'll be downstairs. Watching you dress is agony, and I'll be forced to ravage your body if I stay here." 

I left the room and descended the stairs. Moonlight shone through the large windows and illuminated my hard, nude body as I entered the main room. I paced about as I waited for Sophie. My erection was still standing out before me like a divining rod as I entered the kitchen. Every thing seemed to be undisturbed. The refrigerator and cabinets were barren, and the oven was sterile. Then I noticed something wrong. The cellar door was slightly ajar. Sophie entered the kitchen just as I cast the door open. She looked stunning in a short green velvet dress, but I hardly noticed. I stared down the cellar stairs. At the bottom of the staircase was a small room with gray stone walls. On the back wall there was a door that was normally well concealed. That door stood open now.

My erection quickly fell limp and my heart pounded in my chest as I took off down the down the stairs and through the open passageway. I could hear Sophie's heels clicking behind me on the stairs as I descended to my resting place. I found the small room dark, as always, but my night vision was excellent. What I saw made me cry out in horror.

"Darien!" Sophie called from behind me. "What is...?" She stopped in the middle of her questions when she entered the room. She tried to speak, but her words only came out as a whimper. I stood there naked at the room's entrance as I gazed at what had once been my most prized possession. I felt a single tear running down my cheek. I was filled with a mixture of rage and despair. Behind me, Sophie was grasping the wall to keep from falling down. Her whimper had been replaced with shocked silence.

What had once been my mighty sarcophagus was now only a pile of rubble. The wood was shattered, as if by an axe. The mattress had been torn about, and all the red satin material was now in shreds. It looked as if it had been pulverized by an entire army of men. I started trembling as I stood staring, and finally I released a loud, guttural growl. The growl of an angry animal that had been prodded a few too many times. I stepped up to what had once been a great piece or art. Laying among the remnants of my birthplace was a small shred of paper. On it was a simple note.

"Next time you'll be in it, devil. - J.T."

Suddenly I was overtaken with rage. I snarled in disbelief and tossed the note aside. Sophie went to pick it up as I stormed up the stairs. I only stopped long enough to grab some clothes before heading out into the night to vent my frustrations. I stormed down the streets towards the bad part of town. Within minutes I found a young prostitute, coaxed her into a dark alley and fucked her. It was rough and quick and in a manner of seconds I exploded inside her. Then I fed on the divine red nectar that pumped through her veins. Both the sex and the kill were lackluster, but it helped to calm my mind so I could think rationally. I took all the cash she had on her and walked away. I spent the next few hours wandering around aimlessly, and thinking. By the time I went home, a plan was staring to take shape.

I found Sophie sitting in the corner of the dark living room. I could tell she had fed, but it seemed like she had been waiting for me for quite a while. I sat down across the room and stared at her. No one spoke for several minutes.

"Was it who I think?" she finally asked.

"Jeremiah Thornbird," I answered. "Do you know who that is?"

"Yes," she said with a nod. I suspected she would. The preacher turned hunter had become quite a legend among our kind.

"It will never happen again," I said sternly. "His days are numbered now."

"Do you plan to kill him?" she asked quietly.

"Yes."

"But you can't," she protested. "Killing a hunter isn't allowed. Someone will come for you." The someone she referred to was one of our peers. There was an unwritten rule against killing a hunter. Most of them were religious zealots who spent their time trying to convince the world that we existed. They wrote books, handed out pamphlets and appeared on low budget talk shows. Society thought they were crazy. It was a rule that none of them should be harmed because it might draw attention and cause people to believe them. Killing a hunter was only acceptable if your life was in immediate danger.

"Let them come," I said in response to Sophie's statement. "That casket meant more to me than anything I've ever owned. He'll pay for what he's done."

Sophie jumped out of her chair and crossed the room. She knelt in front of me and placed her hands on mine. "Please Darien," she pleaded. "This is madness. They'll kill you."

I shook my hands free and stood up, pushing her aside. "Please," she called to me. "You can't do this." I started to walk away and she followed. "What if," she stammered. "What if you could do something to hurt him the way he did you?"

"How?" I growled. "He has nothing that means that much."

"He has a daughter," she said. "A daughter that he cherishes more than anything."

I stopped and turned to face her. "What?" I demanded. "How do you know this?"

"Mortimer told me," she said. Mortimer was one of the few of our kind that I socialized with regularly. I liked him, but I still felt a twinge of jealousy when I thought about him spending time alone with Sophie. She continued talking. "Mortimer said he had a daughter that was born just before his wife was killed by Alana." It was widely known that the enigmatic Alana had killed the preachers wife when he was a young man. Almost eighteen years had passed since it happened. "He adores her, and she lives here in Atlanta. You want revenge? Kill her."

I stood silently as I thought her idea through. "That's brilliant," I said finally. "He'll never expect that. It will be much easier. We could kill her before the end of the week."

Sophie put a hand on my shoulder. "Not 'we'", she said. "You. I can't stay here. I'm leaving tonight. I'm too scared. I have to get a way from all of this."

I took a step back. "What?" I said. "You just got here, and now you're leaving, when I need you most. I want to be with you, Sophie."




Bloodlust



"Then come with me," she said. "Put all of this behind and come with me."

"I can't do that," I said.

"And I can't stay," she answered. She leaned in closely, crushing her bosom against my chest, and kissed my cheek softly. "I knew you wouldn't come, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. Goodbye, Lover, until we meet again."

"Will we meet again?" I asked with a hint of anger. "Or were you only coming back because of the casket? Because it had a grip on you like it did me?"

I noticed a solitary red tear rolling down her pale cheek. "Don't say that to me Darien. It did have a grip on me, but it was the longing to be close to you that always drew me. You know I'll be back."

She leaned close again and this time our lips met. We kissed slowly and passionately. My hands felt out the ripe body concealed by her tight velvet dress. I rubbed her ass and felt the thong beneath her dress. I could feel my penis stirring, and part of me longed to strip her down and make love on the floor, but I knew it would not be right. Our kiss ended, and we embraced, and then we said farewell. Sophie turned and left. I didn't know when I would see her again, but I felt positive that I would.

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Several hours later I hid in the woods of a small farm outside the city. It was less than 50 miles from downtown, yet there were no signs of urban life. The land was covered by rolling hills-the first signs of the Appalachian Mountains. The next house was almost a mile away.

I knew this was Thornbird's place. He had left his home in south Alabama several years early in hopes of find more support for his cause in the big city. I had been cautiously aware of his movement for years, all though I had never had an encounter with him. I had retained the services of a ambitious lawyer several years earlier who managed my ample wealth. Mr. Tiller had been keeping track of the reverend and a few other people I was concerned with for several years. He never asked any questions, as long as he was paid, although I'm sure he had his suspicions. 

There were several guards on the property. Obviously the preacher had feared some sort of retaliation. I easily walked among the men without being detected. They would never notice me in the shadows unless I wanted them to.

Dawn was approaching rapidly, and I knew sunrise wasn't far away. I would have to find a place to sleep soon, but there was something I wanted to see first. There was a bedroom on the back of the house with a large window. I knew this room belonged to young Rosemary Thornbird. Fortunately I had been able to contact my friend Mortimer shortly after Sophie's departure. Through him, I had learned a lot about the hunter's daughter, including her name. She was finishing her senior year at a prestigious religious high school in the city. Apparently the head master was a friend of Thornbird's and had waved the tuition fees for Rosemary. It took nearly an hour to commute to the school, so I knew she would have to get up early to prepare. 

The first hints of light had started to fill the night sky when the bedroom light flicked on. I got as close to the window as I could without putting myself in risk. I watched through the window as the girl began her morning routing. 

In our conversation, Mortimer had called her a striking beauty, and I noticed he had not been lying. Rosemary was wearing a loose white poet's shirt, but even so I could see that her eighteen year old body was very fit. Her hair was a sexy mess of shoulder length dirty blonde spiral curls. She had large almond shaped eyes and a striking figure. As I watched, she walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. The angle I was at prevented me from seeing in, but she came back out a minute later. I was pleasantly surprised to see she had discarded her sleeping shirt. Rosemary stood looking in her closet wearing nothing but a small pair a pale blue cotton panties. Her body was phenomenal. She was tall and waif thin, with very perky tits that bounced around happily as she walked. My cock grew hard as I fantasized about ravaging her body and then feasting. For a moment, I considered casting my plan aside and smashing in her window. I wanted to feel her tight young body rubbing against my own.

Fortunately, my brain took over and held my animal instincts in check. The sun was rising, and once it did I would be virtually powerless. I stood watching for a few more minutes as Rosemary took her school uniform out of the closet and gathered some accessories. Then she returned to the bathroom and closed the door. The sun was now peeking over the horizon, and I knew I needed to get some rest. I fled through the woods and returned to my car. I had pulled it off the side of the road and concealed it in a grove of trees. I popped the trunk and climbed in. Seconds later I drifted to sleep with pleasant dreams of vengeance.

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With a monumental effort, I aroused myself from sleep in the late afternoon. The winter sun was just starting to set and I had to fight the urge to hide in my trunk until nightfall. If my plan were to succeed it was crucial to get moving. I climbed from the car and went around to the backdoor. I removed a garment bag and quickly changed clothes, then slid behind the wheel, pausing only for a second to smooth away a few wrinkles in the black button down shirt and dress slacks. I ran a comb through my long dark hair and pulled it back in a pony tail before setting off towards the city.

Almost an hour later I pulled into the parking lot of the ritzy religious academy. My timing was almost perfect. The grounds were almost abandoned except for a few scattered cars. The majority of the students would have departed hours ago, but not Rosemary. I had learned from my research that she stayed late for choir practice two nights a week. Thursday was one of those nights. I had only been waiting for a few minutes when a group of three girls exited the building. Right away I recognized my prey. 

Rosemary was walking on the far left, next to a petite, attractive brunette and a somewhat chubby blonde girl. The brunette seemed to be the leader of the clique. Rosemary seemed almost like a stereotype-the preacher's daughter in her neat school girl uniform staying after school for choir practice, but as I looked her up and down my thoughts were anything but pure. She was wearing a white blouse beneath a navy blue V-neck sweater. Dirty blond curls hung loosely around her face. Her long, slender legs made her pleated gray skirt seem miniscule by comparison. Once again, I felt my manhood grow hard, but I didn't know if it was caused by lust for her sex, or for the revenge I would have when I destroyed her.

As the girls started in the direction of the parking lot I strode confidently towards them. "Excuse me ladies," I called. The three girls stopped and looked at me. I noticed the petite brunette admiring my body. It was hard not to notice the lust in her eyes. My hypersensitive nose quickly caught a whiff of her moistening sex, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I recognized her right away as the vixen that she was-the same type of girl I has spent most of my evening feasting on for the last ten years.

She took a step towards me and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Hannah," she said. "Can I help you?". She exuded the confidence of a girl who knew her power over men, along with the naiveté of a spoiled rich girl who thought she had nothing to fear in life. I contemplated inviting Hannah for a ride so I could teach her a little lesson about talking to strangers, but I realized I had no time for that.

"Yes," I answered. "Do any of you ladies know Rosemary Thornbird?" 

Rosemary looked up. "That's me," she said.

"Rosemary, my name is Darien," I said. "Your father sent me here to give you a ride home. He's worried about your safety." 

"But Candy usually gives me a ride home after choir practice" she protested. I glanced over at the Candy, the chubby blonde. Like Hannah she was also gazing at me with lustily. It was as obvious to me that she was a virgin as it was that Hannah wasn't. I was a little surprised that Rosemary didn't share the same obvious attraction to me as her friends. 

"Look Rosemary," I said with a worried expression. "I don't know what the normal routine is. All I know is that I'm new, and this is the first thing your father has asked me to do, and it seemed pretty urgent. He seemed really worried."

"Yes, that sounds like Daddy," she said. She paused for a second to think over the situation. 

"I have a cell phone right here," I said reaching for my pocket. "You can call him if you want."

That seemed to convince her. 

"No, that won't be necessary," she said. "Which one is your car?" I pointed to the Mercedes. Rosemary quickly said goodbye to her friends and accompanied me to my car.

"You know," she said as we pulled out of the parking lot, "Sometimes I get tired of all this."

"All of what?" I asked.

"All of the stuff my father puts me through. You don't have to pretend for my benefit," she said. "I know you think my father is crazy, but he pays his people real well and it seems like a good job since there isn't any danger."

"Crazy? Why do you say that?" I asked.

Rosemary paused long enough to cause me to glance over. Her hazel eyes had grown were large and filled with frustration. "You don't have to pretend I said. All this vampire stuff that he's goes on about. All the times he thinks I'm in danger. The way he's never been able to accept my mother's death, so he blames it on mythical creatures. I love my father, but it's all insane". Her words were harsh, but they were spoken in a loving tone, not a critical one.

"I don't think your father is crazy," I said seriously.

"Fine." she said bitterly. "You can continue to patronize me if you want." I was surprised at how quickly her mood had changed. I hadn't realized she possessed such a temper. The anger faded as quickly as it had come. "Now I'll go home and he'll go on for hours about some danger he thinks we're in, and how I need to be more careful, and how he'll be sending a body guard everywhere with me. Is that what you are? My new bodyguard."

"I suppose," I responded. I had been worried that my scheme may not work, but everything was working according to plan.

"And you're to take me straight home to receive my lecture?"

"No," I said, seeing my opening. "He said nothing about bringing you straight home. He just said I was to pick you up and take you to school. I'm also to accompany you anytime you go out. I wasn't told to take you directly home, so if you would rather go someplace else we can, as long as I'm with you." I paused for a second before continuing. "You don't mind spending time with me, do you?" I asked softly.

For the first time I noticed a glimmer of lust in Rosemary's eyes. Now that she wasn't thinking of her father, she was seeing me for the first time. Most women found me attractive based on my physical characteristics, but even the few who didn't were powerless once I turned on my charm. It was the most crucial element of the Gift Alana had given to me. Without my charm, I would have starved.

Rosemary smiled cautiously. I could tell her feelings were causing an internal dilemma. The desire she was feeling was contradictory to the wholesome lifestyle she had always lived. "No," she answered slowly. "I think I enjoy your company." 

"And I enjoy yours," I said with a wink. My plan was working excellently. In a short while I would be feasting on the nectar flowing through her veins, and then leaving her on the steps of her fathers house with two glaring holes in her jugular. The sun was completely set and I felt at full strength. "What do you say we get some dinner?" I asked. 

Rosemary quickly agreed. I could still sense the internal struggle and she tried to comprehend her emotions.

"Good," I said. "I just have to stop by my place and pick up something."

I started driving towards my townhouse. It was a quiet drive. I could read most of the girl's emotions. She felt like she had a silly crush on me, but she's never felt such womanly yearnings with any previous crush. Her pious upbringing was telling her that her reaction was wrong, and her mind was telling her that she shouldn't trust me. But in the end, she was powerless to resist-just like the hundreds that had gone before her, although she was definitely one of the purest I had ever encountered. The majority of her victims were more like her friend Hannah. Even innocent young Sophie had explored her sexuality a little, even though she had been a virgin before meeting me. Rosemary, on the other hand, was a fresh, untouched lump of clay, waiting for the artist's first touches.

We pulled up in front of my home. I invited Rosemary in, telling her it would take a few minutes. She accepted the invitation without so much as asking what I had to do. I knew she was under my spell. We stepped into the large living room and I turned on a light. Rosemary gasped as she took in the exquisite décor. 

"Do you like?" I asked from behind her. She nodded. "I have something else you may like," I said. I leaned over her shoulder and nipped her earlobe gently. She snapper her head around. Her eyes were filled with a mix of shock, confusion and desire. I grasped Rosemary's hips and turned her to face me, then leaned in for a kiss. She tried to step back but found herself trapped against the wall. I stepped closer, placing my hard body firmly against her. I took her lips in my own and kissed her again. Her body was rigid at first, but I felt her resistance slowly melt away. Her muscles relaxed and I slipped my arm around her waist. Her lips parted and I slipped my tongue inside. I could tell it was the first serious kiss she had ever received. She was undoubtedly the most innocent eighteen year old I had ever encountered. The thought of desiccating that purity made me rock hard.

I started grinding my hips into hers, letting her feel my stiff cock. Her body responded and she moved in time with me. She was kissing back enthusiastically now. I could smell the musky scent of her arousal. More importantly, I could feel her heart pounding fiercely and feel the heat of her life-sustaining nectar. I grabbed the bottom of her navy sweater and quickly removed it. The white button down blouse she wore was thin and silky. I could see the outline of her light pink bra. I could also see her hardening nipples. 

"I'm going downstairs," I whispered in her ear. "Why don't you come?" Rosemary just nodded. She was in a zombie-like state as she followed my downstairs to the small sitting room in the cellar. The room was barren except for a floor lamp, a small bookshelf, and an overstuffed chair. The secret door had been re-concealed. I stood in the center of the room and quickly removed my black shirt, baring my rigid torso. I removed the band from my hair, letting my dark hair cascade freely about my face. Then I went to the corner and sat in the chair. 

Rosemary followed and climbed onto my lap. She sat on her knees, straddling my legs and causing the short pleated skirt to ride up and reveal her creamy white thighs. She pressed herself against me, crushing her breast to my chest. Her blouse felt cool and slippery against my bare flesh. I let her kiss my softly before giving her a gently nudge. She wasn't expecting the push and it knocked her off my lap and onto the floor. Her skirt flew up revealing pastel pink panties. 

She looked up at me with a hurt puppy dog look, confused by my gesture. Then she shook it off and started crawling back towards me. I was amazed by the transformation she had undergone in the last hour. The young ingénue had become a wanton, lust-crazed vixen. I had known she would give in to my wishes once I started charming her, but I had expected some underlying fear and confusion. The earlier confusion had dissipated, and I hadn't sensed any fear all evening. 

She started to climb up into my lap again, but I placed a hand on my shoulder to stop her. She gave me the puppy dog look again. I nodded at the obvious bulge in my black slacks. "I want you to touch my cock," I said.

Now I sensed a bit of nervousness. "But," she started to say. "But I never..."

I knew what she was trying to say, but I wanted to hear the words. "But you never what?" I asked sharply.

"I've never done that," she said meekly. "I'm a virgin." She was blushing slightly with embarrassment. An hour ago she had been proud of her morality, but in my presence she was ashamed.

"You won't be much longer," I stated. "Now take it out."

Rosemary kneeled on the floor and slowly unbuckled my belt. Her hands were trembling slightly as she opened my pants. The soft material fell aside and my rock hard cock sprung free. She gazed at it with a mixture of fascination and shock. I placed a hand on the back of her head and guided her towards it. She seemed confused at first, but then she hesitantly opened her lips, allowing me to slip my engorged member in her mouth. 

Without words, I slowly guided her head down my shaft and back up. She left a trail of red lipstick on my penis. I placed a hand on each side of her head and started her bobbing up and down, gulping my shaft. Rosemary wasn't sure of what she was doing, but she managed to perform well nonetheless. Her hot little mouth was just the release my hard dick needed. My hips rose up out of the chair as I started fucking her face. She managed to time my rhythm and keep up with me. Her tongue started swirling around my prick. She seemed to be a natural. In no time at all I was near the brink. With one final thrust my cock exploded, filling her with my load.

Her shock was evident as she jerked away. She started coughing and my pinking cum bubbled from her lips, even as my cock continued to act like a geyser, dribbling my juices on her chin and down her blouse. When it was over, I sat back contentedly. Rosemary tried to apologize by saying she hadn't been prepared. 

I opened my eyes and looked at her. The previews were over. It was not time for the main event. "I seemed to have messed up your blouse," I said.

"Yes," she answered. "I don't know how I'll explain this to my father." She still had no clue that she would never see her father again. 

I told her we could wash it if she took it off. She nodded and asked if I had something she could wear while it washed. I laughed at her naiveté. "You'll not be wearing anything for a while," I said. "Now take off her your blouse!"

She jumped a little and started to fumble with the buttons. "Not like that," I said. "Stand up in the center of the room." She obeyed. "Now face me, and slowly take it off." She was nervous once again, but she listened without much hesitation. I told her to remove her shoes and socks first, and she did so. Then, facing me, she slowly unbuttoned the stained white blouse. Her bra was the same pink color of her panties and was covered with simple lace. As the blouse slid off her shoulders and hit the floor I told her not to stop. Rosemary was blushing sincerely now as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It slid off easily, revealing her full, ripe breast. They were surprisingly large for such an amazingly thin girl. Her brown nipples were rock hard. 

The skirt came next, and right behind it went her panties. Her pubic hair was light brown and neatly trimmed. I sat their gazing at the nervous girl, knowing I was the first man to ever take in the magnificent sight of her adult body. It was even more perfect than I had previously thought. She was slender, with just the right amount of muscle, full breasts, and shapely legs and ass. Her face and hair were both flawless. I was rock hard again as I thought about what was going to happen next. 




Bloodlust



I needed this; I needed it so badly that I couldn’t tell you. 

It started out all so innocently, just a light nick on my chin from my razor, but it felt so good that I had to go and do it again. I drew the blade down my chest; going slowly, just enough to pare the skin, and make the life giving blood flow . I can see the fatty deposits brim yellow through out the opening. Moving at me like a pair of lips, getting ready to kiss.

You’re over in the living room, sitting on a recliner, watching me as I mutilate myself. Startled you come racing over to me.

There isn’t much pain, just enough to make me feel alive.

“Oh my God!” I hear you scream at me “What in heavens name are you doing to yourself!”

“Relax, its all good. I know what I’m doing and I’m not stupid enough to go ahead and hurt myself.” I tell you watching as the blood slowly, starts to drip from the cut, and pool down in the crevice of my belly button.

More from necessity, than from wanting, I grab the gauze that we’d brought over, just for this reason.

Part of me doesn’t want to staunch the blood. I can feel you as you bend down and kiss the cut; your lips are so warm against my skin that it instantly brings my penis to attention.

“Are you all right?” I hear you ask me as you survey the cut. The razor is brand new and it doesn’t look to be infected. “Does it hurt any?”

“No.” I admit, “Instead it tends to be pretty good.” The blood is beginning to flow now and it feels so fucking good that I can’t begin to tell you. You surprise me and bend down to kiss the tip of my cock, and in moments you’ve completely engulfed my monster. 

I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded, but I can’t tell if it’s from the blood loss or the fact that you are giving me one hell of a blowjob.

Your hair is starting to turn orange as it mixes in my blood. Your hair is plastered to your forehead, slightly sticking to you now, but you don’t seem to mind.

You lift your head, and replace it back on the cut, wrapping your hand around my cock, feeling as I harden against you, I’m so damned aroused now, but I can’t tell if its from your jacking of my cock or the suckling of my blood that’s getting me off.

I always knew that there was a strong iron taste to blood, as everyone knows when they’ve tasted themselves when they slit their thumb, but it just tastes so good that I can’t seem to help myself but taste a bit more. I let a few droplets fall into my open palm before letting you resume suckling.

It is deliciously ironic as my iron rich blood pumps into my mouth and it is then digested back through my stomach. I start to moan, as it feels great. I gently stiffen up as you start to jack me off some more, in a moment my heart is pounding and the slit that I have made in my chest has turned into a great massive gusher.

It spurts over your face and eyes, but you don’t seem to care, as for me, I’m getting weaker and weaker. “Honey”…I call out to you. “Please, get… get the gauze.” Its not that I’m going to bleed to death, its just that the combination of orgasm and laceration has made it hard for me to think and the world is starting to spin.

You gently tape me up, and make sure that the wound isn’t going to bleed anymore, before you take the razor to your own chest, carving into your nickel sized areola. “Drink from me lover, drink…”

You tease me ever so slightly before I playfully snatch your nipple into my mouth; I pull down slightly, enough to make you squeal with pleasure and pain, but not enough to hurt you anymore than you’ve already been hurt.

You rub my cock some more and start to get me excited again, I don’t feel like cutting anymore, and instead just concentrate on the jacking off that you’re giving to me, but as I’m about to cum I see a few spare droplets of blood drip down onto my stomach, and as white mixes with red, I realize that you’ve pricked a finger as well as a breast for me.

God you must love me.

We lie down together and feel as our liquids mesh against one another.



Bloodlust



Dusk settled over the horizon, enveloping the city in a stunning array of reds and oranges. The moon began to rise, bringing with it the promise of night. This was Rome, a place where for some the days began with sunset and the darkness held life. They were the city's best-kept secret, the vampires. And they preferred to keep it that way. The element of surprise was key in their quest for blood. They hunted their prey nightly and knew that if their existence were to be discovered by humans, the vampires themselves would become the prey. They fed on innocents and criminals alike without remorse. Blood was sustenance and people were merely food. The vampire world was one of dark beauty and insatiable hunger.

The girl walked down the strada oblivious to what haunted the city around her. Her name was Sarah and she was an exchange student from the States staying in Rome for a semester. Her own college back home had started to seem stale and Sarah had thought the change would be good for her. The problem was that she hadn't spoken a word of Italian upon her arrival. After a few months, though, she started to pick it up a bit and was growing more and more comfortable carrying on conversations with the locals. 

It was a clear and beautiful night. The Trevi fountain loomed in front of her, the imposing figure of Neptune looking down at her from his chariot. She brought a book with her to sit near the famous monument, soaking up the history surrounding her while engrossing herself in her newest favorite novel. Perched on a step, Sarah watched the people all walk by and stand in awe in front of the fountain. It was a masterpiece of sculpture to be sure and all of the tourists wanted to toss in their coins. The legend was that if you stand with your back to the fountain and toss a coin over your shoulder into the water, then you will be destined to return to Rome. Sarah had thought it was a silly tradition and thus far had refused to add her own coin to the cause. There was a couple standing in front of the fountain now, laughing and kissing, preparing to toss their coin together. Sarah looked down at her book, blushing. 

Ignoring the romance that bloomed around her in one of the most amorous cities in the world, Sarah buried herself in her book. Her dark hair fell across her face, creating a veil behind which she could hide from the world. As she fell deeply into her story once again, a shadow loomed over her. Sarah looked up.

Standing there was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall, easily 6'4, with the most entrancing green eyes. She gaped at him as he stared down at her. The man had seen her from across the Piazza, had been watching her since she had first arrived there that evening. He had watched her watching the people around her with a hidden look of longing, a disguised envy. He had watched her hide herself in her novel pretending that was enough. He could sense in her the need for more. He could feel that she had so much potential inside of her. The thing he could not see from his hiding place was the color of her eyes and he had wanted so badly to look into her eyes.

As she looked up at him he now saw that they were blue, an azure blue - the color of the sky on a distant summer day. A color he could hardly remember anymore. It had been so long since he had seen the daylight, since he had gazed up into the sky and appreciated the color that could never fully be recreated in art or poetry. Not until now. In her eyes. 

Moments passed as they stared at each other, him a tall and gorgeous man of not yet middle age with hair the color of midnight and her a small and slender beauty with chestnut hair and no idea at all of how the rest of the world saw her. Seeing him standing there, Sarah's mind kicked into overdrive. Who was he? Why was he looking at her like that? How does any man get to be that beautiful? Part of her wanted to reach up to him and touch his skin; it looked so smooth and fine. She was shocked at herself for even thinking that. She had never even had a boyfriend, much less stroked the face of a stranger. Then he held out his hand to her. 

"Forgive my intrusion, Senora. My name is Alessandro," he told her in an ungodly sexy Italian accent. 

She felt herself as if in a dream reach up and take his hand. She could not look away from his eyes. She was entranced. When her skin touched his, it felt like she had been struck by lightning. He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet. Alessandro stared at her, bewildered by what he had just felt. His heart did not beat, but he thought that if it did, it would have stopped just then. This was new, something he had never experienced. He had come over here to seduce this woman and to feed on her, and had become captivated by her fragile beauty and now was FEELING, something he had not done in more years than he could even count.

"I'm Sarah, " she said softly. 

His fingers felt cold on her skin, yet her body was so warm. She felt electrified, alive as though for the first time. Who was this stranger and why was he affecting her this way? 

"Walk with me, Sarah," he told her. 

And she did. They walked what seemed like the entire city, so beautiful in the moonlight, so ancient. There was much history here, stories around every corner. Alessandro seemed to know most of them. As they walked he told her of battles and love stories, emperors and artists. She listened to him, enrapt, fascinated by the extent of his knowledge. If she didn't know better she would think he had actually been alive to see the things he was so eloquently describing. 

Alessandro was amazed at himself. He was a bloodthirsty monster yet suddenly felt like he was on a date. He should have fed on her by now, but instead found himself compelled to talk to her, to share his past with her, even if she didn't know it was his past. She seemed to enjoy hearing about his city. She was so small, a good foot shorter than he was. There was something about her smile, her voice, that made him want to protect her. When he was the one she should have needed protection from. He was confused, but also thirsty. He had not fed yet that evening and his need for blood was becoming strong.

They stopped walking while crossing a bridge across the Tiber River. Sarah stood and gazed dreamily out over the water, taking in what was a breathtaking view of Rome. Alessandro watched her as she seemed to retreat into her own little world. She was special, this one, he thought. He shook his head, hoping to shake her off, to get her out of his head. He studied her neck and reached out to touch her. His fingers softly stroked her throat. She turned to him, torn from her reverie. The look in his eyes startled her. No man had ever looked at her like that. There was hunger in his eyes, blatant need. And in hers, he saw, was pure innocence. His hand still on her neck he pulled her to him. Their lips met and his world shattered. 

Sarah felt his lips on hers and felt her knees go week. She brought her hands up to his arms, suddenly feeling the need to hold on to something so as not to fall over. She grasped his upper arms, felt how strong he was. Her hands moved up to the back of his head, unknowingly making the kiss more passionate. He felt her pull him even closer to her and it drove him over the edge. Alessandro felt himself harden. How this elfish little creature could do this to him he did not know. He held her tightly and kissed her so hard he knew he was bruising her soft lips. He couldn't get enough of her. His tongue flicked out and ran across her lips. She parted them and he darted his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. Sarah made a low moan in her throat as she felt things that were so new to her. She had never been kissed like this. She kissed him back with all she had. Her fingers were locked in his hair, her tongue finding her way into his mouth. Her tender little tongue on his lips, in his mouth, drove Alessandro crazy. His vampire sense of smell was overpowered by her scent. He could smell how wet she was, how much she wanted him. He wanted her more than he had wanted anything. His mouth trailed from her lips down her cheek, her skin so soft and silky. He kissed her face, her chin, her neck. He found his lips on her throat, his tongue caressing her skin. Sarah felt so weak with yearning. She longed to do things with this man, this stranger, that she had never even imagined. She wanted him to take her, to have her, to be her first. 

Her neck felt so good to him, so smooth. He wanted to take her. He had to have her. But a voice in his head wouldn't let him bite her. His fangs extended as he battled with his newfound conscience. Alessandro had never had a problem biting anyone before, man or woman. Sarah seemed to sense his hesitation and pulled back from him. She looked up into his eyes, searching. His eyes were troubled and stormy, from the passion and from his holding back. She stared at him, curious. Then she saw the fangs. He hadn't had time to hide them when he realized she had pulled away. Stumbling backward, Sarah's face was stricken. This beautiful man she had been kissing, this man she had wanted so badly, was a monster. She couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. She turned to run away from him, to flee the monster. She was blind with fear and tripped over her own shoe. Sarah felt herself falling toward the ground, the hard pavement rising up to meet her. She waited for the impact but it never came. She felt herself floating, being lifted away. Strong arms surrounded her and she clung to them for fear of falling again. She did not open her eyes. She didn't want to see again. Calmer now, Sarah let herself be whisked away and drifted off to sleep.

Alessandro carried her to his flat on the Strada Olmo and laid her in his bed. It was a huge mahogany four-poster bed with heavy velvet curtains the color of burgundy wine. The tiny girl in his big bed still slept. He had used his gifts to calm and sedate her. The powers of a vampire were countless. He had not wanted to scare her and he knew if she ran away he would never see her again. And that would never do. He had to have this girl, this precious creature. He would make her his own. He stretched out on the bed beside her, watching her sleep. Sarah's eyelids fluttered from some unknown dream. 

Reaching over to stroke her face and to push a lock of hair out of her eyes, Alessandro patiently waited for her to awaken. The night was nearing an end, but it was no matter. The curtains held out the sunlight for him. He had no need of a coffin. The flat was just as dark in the dawn as it was at midnight. Sarah made a tiny sound and stretched her body in a way that suggested she did not remember what had happened or where she was. She looked like a cat waking from a glorious catnap. Her eyes fluttered opened and he was the first thing she saw. She cried out, startled. He pressed a finger to her lips. Her mouth closed but her eyes remained wide and never left his. 

"Sarah," he breathed. 

It was the first time he had said her name out loud. Sarah found it intoxicating. Her head was clearing a bit and she started to wonder if he was going to hurt her. She thought he would have already done it if that were what he wanted. 

Not entirely comfortable but not as afraid, she said: "Vampire?"

"Yes, amore mio," he told her. "Vampire." 

He kissed her forehead and began to tell her the story of how he had become what he was. She was shocked to find out just how old he was but listened quietly until he was finished. He did not try to hide from her the monster he had been. Alessandro wanted Sarah to know him for who he was, to know that he was no saint. She did flinch at several points in the story, but managed otherwise to show very little reaction. She put her hand on his chest. "No heartbeat." Sarah was fascinated, and no longer scared of him. She realized that he had done bad things but knew somehow inside of her that he would not hurt her. 

Slowly, she leaned toward him and put her lips on his. He was taken aback by her show of affection after the story he had just told her. Her lips felt so soft and her kiss was gentle. He followed suit, kissing her gently and pulling her to him. He ran his fingers through her hair as his tongue slowly parted her lips. She moaned softly, writhing ever so slightly underneath him. He could feel himself harden again with her body rubbing against his. If she felt his desire for her, she didn't show it. Fingers in her hair, her lips on his, they kissed passionately. 

Alessandro rolled Sarah onto her back and leaned over her. His lips trailed down her cheek to her neck, her shoulder. He pulled aside the fabric of her dress, revealing more porcelain skin. Sarah opened her eyes and took him in. He was so beautiful, every inch of his face perfect. Her hands found the buttons on his shirt and started to undo them. She pushed his shirt back and ran her fingers over his smooth, hard chest. Alessandro slowly pulled her dress over her head, working the fabric up her body so softly that it tickled every inch of her skin that it touched along the way. Sarah gasped with pleasure. Her bra was next, his adept fingers undoing the hook with one hand while the other was caressing her back. Sarah was amazed at his gentleness. She kissed him again as her satin panties came off and she lay naked before him. Their lips danced together softly, until she began to undo the button on his pants. Alessandro groaned and deepened the kiss immediately. Their gentle embrace quickly became desperate. She could feel how much he wanted her as he devoured her body and soul. She had never done this before but was somehow not nervous. She followed his lead and trailed her tongue down his throat to his chest. She bit his nipple playfully and his muscles all jerked reflexively. She ran her mouth all over his skin while his fingers desperately found her soft, wet pussy. He shoved his fingers into her and she cried out. She was already sopping wet, more than ready for him. He positioned himself on top of her, unable to stand it any longer, Sarah watching him, her eyes cloudy with desire. She opened herself to him and as their eyes locked, he slowly thrust his throbbing cock into her. Her nails dug into his back as she felt the pain of the first time. The pain abated quickly and he started to move within her. She was so hot and wet that Alessandro had to restrain himself from coming to quickly. He wanted to please her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing him deeper and deeper inside her. She cried out in pleasure as his thrusts grew more urgent, harder and faster he began to fuck her. Alessandro felt his fangs growing and knew he could not hold back any longer. As Sarah pulled him deeper into her tight virginal canal, he lowered his head to her neck and let his teeth pierce her tender flesh. She cried out, her hands moving to hold his head to her. She wanted this. She knew now that she did. 

He thrust himself in and out of her so hard as he drank her blood. Sarah was groaning with pleasure, fucking him back as hard as she could, letting him take this from her. She felt herself start to climax, the warmth building in her belly and starting to spread throughout her body. 

"Oh god, oh god," she screamed. 

Alessandro pulled her closer to him, on the verge of coming as well. He shoved himself into her harder and harder, still drinking her, as he came into her, pouring his vampire seed into her tiny womb. 

He pulled away from her, brushing the hair out of her face. 

"Sarah," he whispered. 

She opened her eyes dreamily as though her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds each. She smiled softly. 

"Hi there," she quietly, ever so innocently. 

Just then Alessandro picked up a knife from the side of the bed. He cut himself across his chest and pulled her up to him. He sat on the bed holding Sarah and letting her drink from him. She did not protest but did as he wanted. She drank his blood while he cradled her in his arms. 

Sarah awoke as if from a deep sleep. She felt like she had slept an eternity. She turned her head and saw Alessandro lying beside her. The events of the night before came flooding back to her, but she was not afraid. She felt calm and light. She felt free. Alessandro, sensing her wakefulness, opened his eyes. 

"How do you feel, amore mio?" he asked her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret. 

He found none. She smiled at him, a sly wicked smile. Her innocence now gone, she was a new woman.



Bloodlust



Melanie was a whore. She had no illusions about her status. She wasn't a call girl and by no stretch of the imagination could she describe herself as an escort. No, she was a common street hooker who plied her trade round the red light district of Manchester. Ten quid for a blow job, thirty quid for straight sex. Anything else was extra, but she didn't get many extras these days. Life on the streets was hard and over the five years she had been on the game her looks had started to go and her body wasn't as fresh and firm as it used to be. That was why she had jumped at the chance of this trick tonight.

Now, laying there on the back seat of his Mercedes, as he fumbled her knickers down in the dark, she wasn't so sure that this had been one of her better ideas. She was beginning to think he was a bit creepy. He'd looked OK when he pulled up beside her on the street corner where she was touting for business and promised her fifty pounds. He'd been as good as his word, coughing up the cash as soon as she got in the car. She'd thought the black cape with the scarlet lining, the snow white dress shirt and the bow tie were a little over the top but what the hell? It was Halloween after all and he looked like a gent who was worth a few quid, even if he did seem to have a hangup about vampires. Anyway who was she to argue. He was probably on his way home from a fancy dress party and whoever he was she couldn't afford to be fussy. With rent to pay and a hundred pound a day crack habit to finance she needed all the business she could get. Beggars can't be choosers she thought as her knickers finally plopped onto the floor to join her four inch red stilettos.

How the hell had she sunk this low, she asked herself, as she looked down on the full head of iron grey hair between her wide spread legs. God! She hoped he only wanted a straight fuck. Wham bam thank you mam, knickers on and back out on the street to look for her next trick in twenty minutes if she was lucky and fifty quid richer. Two more tonight would see her covered for tomorrow but she'd have to be out again tomorrow night. She wanted a night off, but the monkey on her back wouldn't let her. It was an insistent bastard and she could never seem to get far enough ahead of the game to take a break. John, her loser of a boyfriend had a lot to answer for. For the last six months she had been paying for his habit as well as her own and his beer and cigarettes, while he sat at home in the grimy three room flat that was all they could afford, swilling cheap wine and beer and getting wasted with his mates, unemployed and unemployable, sending her out to work the streets because he was too fucking idle to even look for a job. 

Well, he was going to get second prize tonight, if he thought he was going to try passing her round to service his friends again. She'd kick him in the balls and walk out. Never mind where she ended up, she wasn't putting up with that again. Even a whore with a crack habit had pride, some sort of standards, however low.

She resigned herself to putting up with whatever indignities this punter wanted to inflict on her, to going through the motions for his benefit; shit! It had been a long time since she had got any enjoyment out of sex. What the fuck was he playing at? He was certainly taking his time, spreading her pussy lips, with those long fingers, with the incredibly sharp nails that were scratching the tender flesh in her groin as he lowered his head to sniff the musky scent of her sex. Well if he wanted to do that first, it was going to cost him a tenner extra. Her time didn't come cheap.

At that moment he looked up along her body, towards her face and she gasped, seeing the feral, almost luminous red glow in his eyes and the snaggled mass of razor sharp teeth that had suddenly appeared in his mouth. She was just about to scream, when he dipped his head and bit into the artery in her groin, blood immediately spurting into his mouth and pooling on the leather seat between her legs. At the same time, the poison in his bite sent a wave of pleasure through her, so intense that she cried out in the throes of passion thrusting her pelvis up into his blood smeared face as if asking for more punishment. As he lapped and sucked on her fast draining life blood his venom continued its work, driving her to heights of ecstasy she had never felt before, each thrust of her pelvis forcing more blood to pump from the wound in her groin, until her fast weakening condition sent a wave of lassitude through her body. 

Realising she was almost drained, the vampire, for that was undoubtedly what he was, undid his belt and dropping his trousers and underwear round his ankles exposed the largest cock she had ever seen, fully twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist, jet black, the black of pure evil, with a huge red mushroom end fully three inches across and cum already leaking from the puckered hole in its tip. Positioning himself over her, he drove downwards, impaling her on his massive organ, repeatedly thrusting powerfully into her ravaged body, driving her to new heights as he sought his own gratification, her body responding with thrusts of its own until with a shower of sparks in her brain like a firework display she reached a monumental, shuddering, screaming orgasm which seemed to go on and on forever until with a guttural grunt of satisfaction he to reached his climax, pumping jet after jet of burning cum into her destroyed sex to mingle with her juices and the blood still oozing weakly from her injuries.

The last thing she saw as she faded into blackness was his blood smeared face and those teeth moving up towards her unprotected breasts and throat. 

Still, she thought, I should have expected a weirdo like this. It is Halloween.



Bloodlust



He'd always liked redheads. I'd heard him say that once. I have a tendency to remember everything he says. I blushed when he told me what hair colour he liked though because I'd just dyed my hair a mahogany brown – in my eyes it was a sort of red, even if it was mostly brown. 

That was some time ago. Since then I've had a burning desire that I've tried to keep under wraps. I keep dying my hair though, a little redder every time.

Tonight is Halloween, I know it's going to be good. Me and my girlfriend we've got our outfits worked out because you see, we're throwing a little party. On the invites I even put what everyone should come as so we don't end up having too many witches or Frankensteins. We decided he should come as a vampire. Not that he is particularly Dracula-esque but he is tall and he is muscular so the idea of him being even stronger gets my pussy really wet.

I'm getting ahead of myself now. My outfit lies on the bed, ready for me to get dressed but I stand there naked for a little while, my hair still damp from the shower with beads of water running down my back to the little notch between my butt cheeks. It makes me shiver. I imagine his face when he sees me in the outfit and my hand instantly goes to that place between my legs, only the ache is deeper. Desperate to get back some control I feed my hungry pussy, rubbing my clit until I'm dripping and sweaty. I know I'm close as I slip two shaking fingers in and I don't take long to finish the craziness I started. 

I look back at myself in the mirror. I'm flushed and my lips – both of them- look like they've been rouged. I would love to say that I am lithe and athletic – I'm sure he would too – but instead I'm curvy, voluptuous even, with breasts that more than one man has said would be pleasurable to die in. I'm hairless apart from the cascades of curly bright red hair tumbling halfway down my back; my new colour is much more outrageous than my usual colour. I touch my mound where only yesterday had been a sprinkling of dark curls, it now feels sensuously smooth and I'm tempted to dip a finger back in.

I know that it's time to get ready now. I call for Verity, she's in the next room, to help. God knows I can't tight-lace myself, this is my first ever corset. It's black with lace trim, indecently low and can get me down to a 25" waist. It arrived yesterday and this is the first time I've tried it on. At first it feels comfortable, but then, as Verity pulls tighter a pleasant discomfort settles on me. By the time she's finished I am smiling, a smile which gets wider as I look in the mirror again; a perfect hourglass. Verity watches me in her costume – a strappy black dress – with barely concealed hunger as I slip on a black thong and mini-skirt. She wants a little taste but we don't have time, we've only got 15 minutes before the guests arrive. 

I have done my make-up when the doorbell sounds. Smoky eyes dominate the effect and I've added blood red lipstick to stand out. What's more noticeable though, is the two puncture wounds dripping with blood on my neck and a stunning bright red necklace reading 'FangBanger'. The first guest smiles at my outfit, as does the next, but when he walks through the door he doesn't smile. Neither does he take his eyes off me. I pour him a glass of punch and walk over, my eyes never leaving his dark expression. He manages to thank me in a hoarse voice, but there is no polite conversation. He knows what I want and he knows that I know he wants it too. He's momentarily confused but slips back easily into his normal persona. But his refined accents and talk of cycling seems to clash with his silk shirt open halfway, his slicked back hair and those fangs...

Skip forward with me, we're getting towards the end of the night. The other guests are drunk, Verity is incredibly horny and he is looking at the pair of us making out in a doorway. I see the moment when he decides to come over to us rather than have a drunken conversation about the meaning of life. I think he's made the right choice. I'm grinding against Verity's hips but he knows I'm watching him as he comes round the back of me. He joins in the rhythm, reaching around to put a hand under my skirt and kissing and biting my neck. As his fangs scratch my skin I nearly come with the erotic vampire fantasy that's playing in my head. She notices him now and slips a hand around me and under his waistband as he slips a finger beneath my thong to feel my hot core. In response I kiss Verity deeper, but grind my ass into his erection. He groans, the first sound he's made, and reaches for the door handle. 

In the bedroom, with the door slightly ajar, clothes are stripped from everyone in a mad frenzy until they're naked and just my corset is left. Verity reaches for the stays but he stops her and instead draws her towards his hard cock. She kneels as she licks the head of his shaft and then takes it all the way into her throat. I watch, completely turned on and can't help but join in. At first I just kneel to have a little taste of his balls but then Verity's little moans make me want to taste how turned on she is so I crawl under her slender pale legs and stroke deep with my tongue. She's incredibly wet and her juice simply drips onto my face as I lick her clit. I feel her building towards climax and she begins to grind her pussy into my face and all I can do is hang on while enjoying the smell and taste of her arousal. I look up as she comes, she's holding his cock with a look of sweet ecstasy on her face, and smile into her wetness.

The next thing I know he's pulling me out from under a swaying Verity and throwing me onto the bed. He's strong and I've missed a strong man. He pulls one breast free of the corset and scrapes a fang along the nipple looking at the fake wounds on my neck the whole time. He works his way down to my smooth mound and only then notices the other fang bites on my body, right on my inner thigh. He looks up at me as I prop myself up on my elbows to see his reaction, an intense look on his face. Before I know what's happening he's gorging himself on me, his fake fangs sharp against my most sensitive skin. I cry out, in pain or excitement I'm not sure which, all I know is I can't let him stop. Verity, having recovered, climbs onto my face. She does love a good tongue-fuck and is always greedy for more. His tongue on my clit starts to move faster and faster until I'm a hairs breadth away from release and then he leaves me. A frustrated sound leaves my lips but is replaced with a gasp as he fills me completely in one thrust. It's my undoing and I fall apart so easily after that, over and over again not knowing where one orgasm stops and the next starts. Verity bends over and licks my clit as he thrusts deeply in and out, taking me to even higher heights. 

Abruptly he stops and flips me over onto all fours and his shaft, slick with my juices, is pressed into my tightest hole. My heart does a little flip. If he takes my anal virginity I'll be his slave forever. He slides in slowly, relentlessly, and the stretching is such an amazing feeling I moan loudly into the duvet. He starts moving in and out then, filling me up and making me sweat. I push myself up and twist round to watch his face as he takes me. He's an Adonis, glistening with sweat himself and increasing the intensity until he's pounding into me. I turn back to see what Verity is up to but she's in her own little world fingering herself and writhing around the bed. The sight turns me on even more, though I hadn't thought it possible a moment ago. She finishes herself off with a little whimper but recovers quickly and sees me watching her. She comes over and kisses me deeply, thrusting her tongue in and out with the rhythm of his dick. He reaches a hand around me and finger-fucks me too. Being fucked in all three holes with three different things brings me to the edge and over so quickly I'm left gasping for air. I look at Verity, she's smiling again, as she turns round and presses her ass to my face. Hungrily I lick her little butthole until she squeals with delight and when it's all wet I stick my tongue in there, deeper each time, the taste of her butt lingering after each lick. 

Obviously this is too much for him, the sight of his own cock buried deep in my ass while I lick Verity's butthole sending him hurtling to the end. Pumping deeper into me he finally empties himself deep inside while Verity squeals her delight at her own orgasm. He looks at me, concerned that I'm still turned on and aching and puts his tongue to my stretched and sore asshole, soothing it while Verity crawls beneath me and flicks her tongue out to my clit. Then they go to work. They show no mercy as what seems like my most intense orgasm of the night hits me like a brick wall out of nowhere. I fall to the side panting with exertion, he and Verity lay down beside me. We lie there for a long while, limbs entangled until we all relax and drift off to sleep. My dreams are always erotic but this one is full of hot vampire sex and one particularly delicious blond one that's just begging me to take him into my mouth. I wake with a start and look over at my own blond vampire and realise that I haven't tasted him and I really want to. He's still sleeping but that doesn't matter. I whisper to him as I kiss him awake, I don't think I want him to go, I want him to stay for a while. He does.



Bloodlust



The room is dark and misty, punctuated by beams of flashing technicolour strobe lighting blaring in tune with the pulsating techno music. With each bright flash, the room lights up for a fraction of a second. Then pitch black, then light again. Like a stop-motion picture, only futuristic as a cyberpunk wonderland full of grinding bodies and throbbing beats.

Rob shakes his head in ecstasy, holding his arms up in the air and moving to the rhythm of the music. He laughs aloud, yet is not heard. He slows, his feet ceasing to stomp the floor as a girl with vivacious eyes and a serious, sultry stare licks her lips at him from across the room. It's all he can do not to drool.

The 23-year-old man stares, transfixed. He falls into a trance, unable to avert his lust-fuelled gaze as the black-haired woman swishes over. Dancers part to either side of her effortlessly as she gently moves her long-fingered hands against them. She saunters, smiling seductively and looking directly into Rob's green eyes with her own hazel ones.

He stammers, unable to believe his luck or think of an appropriately witty introduction. He needn't. The temptress presses her index finger firmly into Rob's lips, and his voice falls to nothing instantaneously.

The flickering light illuminates her perfect silky hair and his rough, sweaty skin.

He smiled nervously. She grins lustfully, snaking her pale arms around to tickle the small of the man's back beneath his green checked shirt. She traces a fingernail up his spine, her touch as light as a feather. He shivers, unable to move yet unable to resist. He breathes deeply, struggling to contain his arousal.

She can tell. She does not feign innocence. She knows better than anyone that she is a mistress of seduction, clad in black lace and silk with skin as white as chalk and plump plum lips.

Her trace moves lower. Her hands sneak into the back pockets of Rob's grey skinny jeans. He bites hard on his bottom lip, his own hands positioned awkwardly around the yet-unnamed seductress's slim shoulders. He rubs her neck gently, blushing.

She takes the signal wholeheartedly, stepping closer to his body enough to feel the heat radiating off of him. She squeezes herself closer still, feeling his slim physique through his shirt and his... protrusion... through his jeans.

"Sorry," he mumbles uselessly over the throbbing dance music. His lips move but she hears nothing, and signals for him to bend down.

She stands on her tiptoes and cups her hand around his ear, ignoring the greasy brown hair falling in its region. "I want you," she says.

Rob returns to his full 6'0" height and steps back, astounded. He has never been prepositioned in such a way before, yet has no doubt that he wants to fuck. The blood rushing to his nether regions is unbearable.

He nods wordlessly, and she grabs his hand. He barely catches a knowing wink from a buddy as he leaves the club and is dragged into a back alleyway where the music can be faintly heard. A dumpster overflowing with bin bags is parked against a brick wall, yet his temptress does not seem ill at ease. He wonders if she's done this before.

She pushes him back wordlessly and unbuttons his shirt. Rob shifts awkwardly, moving a particularly discomforting piece of rock from the otherwise cold, smooth paving slabs beneath his back. His shirt falls off, opening to each side and exposing the man's trim torso.

She grabs his brown leather belt, unbuckling it skilfully and tearing open his zipper. Rob juts his hips upward to allow her to pull the clothing from his body. There he is – stark naked in an alleyway in mid-October, but consumed in the heat of the moment, he feels no cold.

She smoothes her black hair backwards behind her hears, exposing a cheeky grin as she lowers her face towards his quivering body. She waggles her tongue at him, gives one lick and looks up, delighting in the man's pained expression.

She retreats, and Rob opens one eye, for a moment expecting her to back out and make a fool of him. Maybe she's playing that game – the one where friends compete to see who can trick the ugliest person in the club into going home with them. But it seems that is not the case. Rob props his body up on his elbows, watching as the woman undresses, her back to him.

Her loose silk camisole floats to the ground after the lace netted shirt she wore over the top. Black leather boots with spiked kitten heels, then dark, tightly fitted jeans all come off and form a pile to the pair's side. She licks a finger and plays with her hair. She knows she's hot. Then she turns around.

Immediately, Rob knows something is wrong. The seductive hazel eyes turn a blazing red, and the look is no longer one of sexual desire but one of crazed, rapturous, all-encompassing dominance. He panics, humiliated at the sight of his erection as he clambers backwards and struggles to stand.

He has no chance.

She pounces on him, sharp fingernails digging into the flesh of his upper arms and blood oozing in trickles down onto his shirt. He flails, tries to kick, but is pushed down. She's inhumanly strong, and clasps a hand around his throbbing neck. She pierces the skin, licking her crimson lips as yet more blood seeps through his flesh.

She forces herself upon him, her firm, round breasts pressing into his stomach as he tongue tickles lustfully the cold, blood-stained skin. Gripping his shoulders, she sits, revealing her full body to him in all its glory. Her legs are straddling him, her orifice directly above his firm cock.

She touches his blood with her fingers and sucks. Gazing thoughtfully downwards onto her horrified victim, she rams her wet fingers hard up her gaping hole. Her mouth widens involuntarily and her ruby eyes clench shut. He is entranced, staring wide-eyed at the curvaceous woman pleasuring herself on top of him. She leans downwards and rubs her juices over his bare chest. He gasps aloud, feeling her lubrication slipping down over the head of his member, then engulfing his hardness fully; she is tight around his body.

She throws herself back, hair flicking over her shoulder and hands tracing her nipples as she rocks back and forth with his full length deep inside her. He thrusts gently, highly aware of the sweat sticking his back to his shirt. His arms reach out, cradling the her lower back and pulling her further onto him. He caresses her fleshy buttocks and gives a gentle squeeze as she comes forward to breathe ticklish breaths onto his neck.

She rushes her fingers through his unkempt dark hair, freeing up the skin on his neck and tilting his head to one side. She leans down, licks her lips and sucks hard, her tongue electrifying his skin.

She widens her mouth, the deep purple lipstick wiping off and mixing with salty sweat. Her teeth graze against his goosepimply skin. Sharp, unforgiving canines.

In time with his strained thrusting, she bites down, her teeth sinking into him as his body sinks into hers, eliciting hardened moans of desire. She licks ravenously and grazes her incisors across his veins and her claw-like fingernails rake across his body. She sups, the iron taste getting her off as much as his vigorous pumping. She pauses momentarily to reposition one hand lower down, rubbing hard at her clit as he slides in and out of her. She suppresses her moans of orgasm by gagging herself with his skin. Canines sink deeply, pooling blood to the surface which flows like rivers across the man's white skin. The sex slows, his body tiring. His tight hold on her buttocks loosens; his arms fall awkwardly to his side. Still inside her, his penis softens. His features lose all expression and his head flops to one side, slamming into the cold, harsh pavement.

The vampire pauses. The blood is taken. She sits up on top of him and adjusts herself, gingerly pulling his soft cock out of her vagina, rubbing herself over him to wipe off the sticky fluid.

She stands emotionless. On go the clothes and the body dragged behind the dumpster. Only a few splashes of blood are the tell-tale signs. Her cheeks flush a pale rosy pink as opposed to porcelain. She knows it'll happen again, but for now, she's had her fix.



Bloodlust & Redemption



Chapter 1—Death's Call

March 7, 1819





Bloodlust & Redemption



She paused, and yet I saw no need to interrupt her. She was far away reliving some moment in time she could not stomach putting into words. I admired her. She was much like her brother. Stifling her own needs and desires, she had given her life over for him. Her sense of duty and obligation had put her upon a shelf with no Lord to love her.

"He ensured I would always have enough money to remain in the house. I finally let the servants all go. I could not see the need for them. I stopped seeing the need for the doctors also, who claimed his disease was from excessive grief or a negative disposition. They did not know him before. So, I began caring for him trying every regimen and medicine available for his condition. I tried hemlock and wort, along with bark in wine and carrot poultices. At first these attentions prolonged his life with a manifest advantage, almost to the point of a miracle. However, a few weeks ago, he took his turn for the worse. I am now left with just opium to bring him what comfort I can."

"He will not leave you alone until he absolutely has to." I longed for her. I wished I could separate it all, break the word apart knowing only lust without the blood.

"Well, make it so he never has to."

"Gads, lady! Did you not hear a word I said before?" Rising to my feet, I roared the accusation, catching myself mid-word to lower my tone lest I wake her brother. She had stood up to meet me, crossing the floor to hush me as I caught myself. Her dainty fingers were on my lips. Her heat burned me beyond what a human's touch should. The electricity of our skin touching rocked through my weakening body that desperately needed blood. With every ounce I could muster, I reached for her hand and gently removed it from my lips.

"I told you I will not cast this sentence upon another!" The last words were but a quite hissing. I stepped back away from her a few steps and leaned against the cool window wanting the fresh air outside which was not so heavy with the smell of her. I turned to face it, pulling back the curtain to look outside. The silence in the room was unfortunate. Her breathing and her heartbeat were all that I heard.

"I have to go." I fled from the room to the front door trying to walk a normal human pace for some vain, escapist reason. I heard her footsteps following me, and I turned once I had opened the door and gotten a good gulp of the bloodless air. With it came the courage for another bit of honesty. "With you, I am torn asunder to be human again." As she was again so close, I brushed my lips across hers for the briefest time.

Leaving the door ajar, I raced for the hills at speeds of the deer. I had to have one tonight. Maintaining my loose hold on control had drained me so, I could deny my thirst no longer.

After, my mind wondered over Margaret. In my much awake dreams of the night my heart beat in time with hers. I had warm flesh and a gentle touch. I could squeeze her to me losing control without injuring her. I could kiss her and nip at her lips without grimly thinking of the blood that ran beneath her skin.

Chapter 2—Margaret's Offer

March 9, 1819





Bloodlust & Redemption



"Was it so painful?"

"No."

She started to bite at her own lip. "You had your lips on mine already. Do you think you could kiss me again?"

"Maybe, if you stop biting your lip." He leaned in slowly and allowed his lips to barely brush against hers. "Are my lips too cold?"

"No," she said breathless and shaken. "Please, kiss me again."

This time with gentle care he explored her mouth. His tongue swept across hers, tangling and retreating with equal grace. She moved against him allowing her breasts to press against his chest. She felt a tremor move through him, and a sharp tooth scraped across her lip. He released her slowly and stood up.

She remained sitting with a questioning look on her face. "What went wrong?"

"For a moment, I lost my head and forgot to think about what I was doing."

"That would be a good thing."

"No, it could of allowed my urges to creep up on me, so I would be unable to control them."

"I cannot imagine you out of control."

"I do not want to imagine it either. Let us not tempt fate anymore this night. I want to walk away with my memories of our kiss."

"What about Michael? I cannot bear his suffering any longer. I give my full consent for you to end his suffering, but if I can convince him, would you consider turning him so that we could have longer together?"

"Even if that went well, then he would some day watch you die."

"You could turn me too. We could be a family."

The word must have struck a cord in him, because he did not answer as she had expected him to. "One can only be turned under the light of the first full moon of the month. It is but in two short days from now. I shall come to you then with the twilight. I make no promises."

Chapter 3—Full Moon

March 11, 1819





Bloodlust at Midnight



The cool midnight breeze flowed through the trees and the glowing full moon hung high in the air. It was about midnight and Scarlett Nightingale had just begun to hunt for her next meal for the night. Her crystal blue eyes glowed in the pale moon light, as she searched for a nice human stupid enough to be alone and out at this time. Her long onyx black hair flowed loosely at the small of her back. 

Her white, long sleeved, button-up shirt was buttoned up to just above her black and red lace bra, with a black silk vest on over it, barely held her d-cup sized breasts as she crouched down in the shadows in her hiding spot in a tree in the cities small park. The black mini skirt she wore, barely covered her nice tight ass and black and red lace thong to match her bra, but gave and amazing view of her nicely toned long legs, which like the rest of her body, was flawless and pale like porcelain. She raked a fishnet gloved hand threw her bangs moving them from her line of view as another vampire came from the alleyway. A vampire she knew very well.

Crimson stood in his normal black on black attire, with and aura that just poured sexual attraction to humans and vampires alike. With a lean body that was perfectly built, and skin and creamy as the moonlight, he was sex in its self. His onyx eyes met hers and a wicked smile played across his face. Scarlett jumped down before him without a sound. Before she could think, his arms were around her and she was pulled into a hot kiss that seared her deeply. After a moment he let her go. 

"Why hello to you to my dear," Scarlett's seductive voice purred, as she nuzzled his neck and licked with a small but wickedly tantalizing stroke, "how are you this beautiful night?" He looked her in the eyes, and she knew right then, he hadn't fed all night. He was beginning to go into blood lust. She smiled wickedly at the thought, and a need awoke in her that only he could satisfy. He sensed her arousal and smiled, his fingers wrapped around her wrist and her pulled her into the dark alleyway and pressed her against the brick wall with a quickness that made the young vampires head spin. Then he was pressed against her.

Her lips parted with a soft moan at the feel of his lean body pressing against her, setting her body on fire with a need so strong that her fangs grew in the ecstasy of it. She kissed him with her fangs cutting his lip in the proses making him moan and kiss even harder. His fangs grew when he kissed down her neck and he ripped off the vest with no care, or effort. She moaned at the fierceness of his animosity and need towards her, and she returned it by ripping off his black cotton shirt and slightly scratching him with her black painted nails. 

His low growl made her shiver and he slowly undid her shirt, and slowly removed it and licked along the edge of her bra. She shivered and arched into his tongues caress and cupped his head in her hands. He took the opportunity to reach behind her and unhook her bra and let it fall from her body and took the hard peak of her nipple into his mouth, his fangs scraping and teasing. Her cry of pleasure echoed in his ear making him swirl his tongue around the tip and graze his teeth across it. He pulled away and went for the other, repeating what he did the first time. She moaned breathlessly. 

Dropping to his knees he lifted her skirt and pulled her thong off with his teeth, then returned to her wetness with a long tantalizing lick. She shivered in pleasure and ran her hands through his white blond short spiky hair. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder to give him better access and licked, sucked, and nipped her wetness until she was shivering and moaning in ecstasy. He licked back up her body and kissed her with a need that sent her into overdrive. She undid his pants and pushed them down, freeing his rock hard man hood, and gripped it in her slender fingers. He growled in pleasure as she began to stroke him slowly. 

His eyes flashed red as his blood lust hit fully and he slammed her against the wall and lifted her up, and slamming into her tight pulsing wetness and thrusted in and out wildly. She cried out in pure pleasure at the roughness of his need and wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him deeper. He leaned back and cupped her breasts in his hands and slammed in and out of her, his red eyes glowing and he growled in pleasure. The pressure was building, fast and white hot, and pure ecstasy. 

When her release hit, she came screaming out his name, as wicked white waves of pure pleasure went through her body, her nails raked down his back making him bleed, sending him into faster more wild thrusts. After a few minuets of that he came with pure animosity and sank his fangs into the tender flesh of her neck, and she came again, even stronger than before. Her body shivering in the last throws of her orgasm as he fed from her.



Bloodlust Confessions of a Familiar



Story One: Confessions of a Vampire Familiar.

"Oh yes Charles my beloved," Roxanne crooned as she rode my cock long and hard. "Let our souls join together in immortal union as we consummate our love for each other."

Roxanne's soft pale skin body writhed as she moved up and down on my hard cock buried deep inside her slightly furry red-haired pussy. 

I felt my penis twitch and I knew it wouldn't be long until I would spew forth my semen into her hungry pussy. She instinctively knew of my pleasures and moaned with a lustful voice "Oh yes my pet. Give me all of you."

Just then, my penis swelled and filled with cum as I shot my semen deep into Roxanne's waiting pussy. She crooned with delight as I filled her with my hot manhood and she then dismounted me.

Turning over so that now she was on her back, she laid her succulent pale skinned 5'10" 140 pound 38C-27-37 body on the bed in our private love chamber. Her long locks of naturally curly flaming Auburn red hair laid out to the sides and underneath her body. Beckoning me to her, I embraced her and entered her as our bodies slowly meshed together as one.

"Let me feel you deep inside me my beloved," Roxanne softly said. "I want to make me feel like a mortal woman like you have done so many times before." 

Our passions would rise as I slowly fucked her missionary style and our bodies would move together in unison and slowly melt together as one as the fever of our wonton desire reached its peak.

"Oh yes my beloved," Roxanne moaned as she arched her back and tightened her grip on me with her long luscious legs tat had been wrapped around my back. "I feel the fever of my passion peaking."

I knew it was not long until her body would shudder with an earth trembling orgasm and that she would release her sweet creamy nectar and flood my cock. However, I also knew that something more sinister yet still highly erotic was to follow.

As I figured, her body tensed and Roxanne moaned with delight as she came flooding my cock. "Oh yes Charles my beloved," she moaned with pleasure "You have once again fulfilled my wonton lascivious desires."

Just as Roxanne reached the height of her carnal desire, her primal bloodlust took hold of her. Without warning as it had done so many times before, her beautiful ice blue crystal eyes which had captivated my soul on our first meeting suddenly changed to blood red and she bore her fangs and sunk them into my neck drawing out my blood.

Although it was painful, it was highly erotic. I fell under her spell as I had done countless times before and now my beautiful passion flower had turned so that now she was a blood thirsty ravenous vampire.

Roxanne held me like a lioness holds its prey when captured and I went limp as Roxanne sucked my blood. She would not bleed me dry she would just remove enough so that I was slightly weak but could still function, because after all, I was still her Financial Manager and had a business to operate for her.

Just as Roxanne bled me, the rooster began to crow in the distance and Roxanne knew it was time for her to return to her crypt. "Rest easy my beloved," she softly whispered as she stroked my forehead. "Until tonight my sweet prince," she added kissing me on my lips and with that she disappeared in to her secret vault until she would rise again come the dusk.

As I lay resting two more of Roxanne's familiars attended to my needs. They were like vampires yet were not completely turned They could stay awake during the day just not be in directly sunlight.

Isabella, a tall raven haired beauty of Spanish decent and Annika a sumptuous blonde of Nordic descent(Swedish) both took turns licking up the remaining blood from my neck wound. Afterwards, they would make love to me and I would lie helpless yet satisfied while they took turns sucking my cock and fucking me.

Soon it was almost 8:30 in the A.M. and it was time for all of us to start another day in our shipping business. Cleaning up, I would put on my business suit while Isabella and Annika put on their dresses and once again we would take our public personas of respectable business people.

So how did an educated gentleman of the world end up becoming the love slave of a blood thirsty yet highly sultry vampire? Well to tell you the truth, I am still trying to figure that one out myself. You see, for me time lost its meaning. The papers say it is the mid 20th century, the year 1949, but who am I to argue. 

For example when I was first ensnared, their were still horses and carriages running the streets, and now they have been replaced by what has come to be known as automobiles..

Also, if you look up into the sky you will sometimes notice what I can only call flying machines. The locals call them airplanes but I have yet to venture on one. If God had meant for man to fly he would have given him wings.

Anyway I do remember the date I was summoned to be interviewed for the position of Accountant in Roxanne's shipping firm. It was at the summit of the industrialization in London and after the much needed reforms which so many worked so hard for, circa 1898. 

I had just finished my studies of accountancy and was small family owned firm in a small village outside of London as an assistant. One of my former university professors who also had been my mentor knew of an opening in Roxanne's firm and encouraged me to make haste and apply for the position.

"Charles," he said to me "Why squander your God given talents. "Make haste my good man and apply to the shipping firm forthwith." 

It would be nearly a fortnight before my professor friend could make all the needed arrangements but soon he big day would arrive and I traveled to London.

I arrived in London and took lodging at a local inn known as the Blue Boar and rested up that night and spent the following day touring London before my interview that evening. 

I thought it odd at first that the interview was near dusk but I figured the owner of Consolidated Enterprises LTD was a very busy man, so that was the only time he could meet with me. Also I told myself "Be thankful man that you are even getting this chance," so with that in mind I put aside all misgivings about the time.

I arrived at the huge industrial complex located near the waterfront. I told the gatekeeper that I had an interview and he said "Yes, they are expecting you," and opened the gate and once the gate was closed climbed into the carriage and escorted me to the front door.

Leading me inside the man led me up 3 sets of stairs to a large office suite where he told me to wait inside and someone would be with me shortly.

Looking around the room I was impressed with the massive shelves of books and a huge red cherry desk with clawed feet and a high back leather chair I tried to make myself feel at home, yet as I sat on the comfortable sofa, I couldn't help feeling I was being observed but yet I did not see anyone.

Just then I heard a sweet angelic female voice from behind me say "Charles Townsend," and as I did, I stood up and spun around to see two visions of loveliness standing before me, both in what appeared to be long flowing white almost see through robes.

The brunette was the one who spoke. She was about 5'9" with olive complexion and had naturally curly dark raven black hair coming down between her shoulders and dark eyes. She measured what appeared to be 36-24-34 and had a figure on her that most women I know would have killed for.

The blonde beside her was about her height measuring similar 36-26-35. She had emerald Jade green eyes ruby lips a fair complexion and long flowing blond hair. 

I could tell neither one of them were native to London and I would find out by speaking to them that the Brunette named Isabella was from Spain and Annika the Blonde was from Sweden.

"Welcome Mr. Townsend," Isabella said with an angelic voice and in perfect queens English. My name is Isabella and this is my friend Annika," and with that Annika smiled and curtsied. 

"We have been sent by the mistress to tend to your needs until she returns," Isabella said smiling graciously. "She will return shortly. Is there any thing we can get you?"

"I am fine," I replied

"Very well, "Isabella responded. "Annika and I shall keep you company until our mistress returns.

I must confessed I found it odd that they spoke of the owner of the company in such terms but I figured they were some sort of indentured servants and that was their custom. 

"Was your journey a pleasant one Master Townsend," Annika spoke in a sweet slightly Swedish accent yet in perfect English.

"Yes it was," I replied smiling and added " and I must say you do have a lovely voice."

"Thank you my Lord," Annika said as she shyly looked away

Sensing my surprise at Annika's response towards me Isabella said "Forgive her Sir Charles. Annika was brought up formal and has not been around too many men who haven't tried to take advantage of her naïveté."

"That is okay," I replied. I find her mannerisms charming and pleasant.

"Thank you my Lord," Annika smiled "I hope I can please you in other ways as well."

"I am sure your voyage has been a long one," Isabella said. " Sit, and allow Annika and I to comfort you if we may," and with that I had a seat back on the sofa and they both dropped their robes revealing only their sweet sultry naked forms.

Apart from being naked, each of the visions of loveliness was wearing a beautiful necklace. It consisted a beautiful golden Egyptian Ankh with a sparkling hexagonal shaped ruby sapphire in the middle that measured ¼ of an inch in diameter. 

Annika knelt in front of me and took off my shoes while Isabella removed my coat loosened my ascot and unbuttoned my shirt. Annika then began to massage my feet while Isabella began kissing and my bare chest and running her tongue over my nipples. 

Never had I been to an interview like this and in spite of the fact that it was totally unorthodox and was against everything I would have ever stood for, I found myself mysteriously spellbound by their presence and completely under their control.

Isabella had completely removed my shirt and was now kissing me on the neck and began kissing me on the lips with a long intense tongue probing French kiss.

At the same time, Annika had finished massaging my feet and had found her way between my legs. Having loosened my trousers and lowering them and my undergarments, she had pulled out my already erect penis and had began licking around the head and the shaft.

Isabella pulled my body forward on the sofa so that now I was in a reclining position and she sat her body on my mid section and began kissing her way up to my neck. 

As Isabella was working her magic on my upper body, Annika was on the brink of making me explode. I could feel my penis swell as my semen filled it and I knew it wouldn't be long until I would spew forth my hot load.

Just as I had predicted, I gasped for breath sending hot semen flowing forth and I watched as Annika drank it all down not missing a drop and the residual that was on her lips she wiped with her finger and licked it off. 

At the same time this had been occurring with Annika, Isabella had had my head buried in her bosom allowing me to suck on her soft sumptuous breasts. She ran her fingers through my short dark brown hair and allowed me to nurse her like a little infant As I did, she purred with delight and began talking dirty to me in her native tongue.

Isabella went back to kissing my neck and now her kisses were growing slightly different and soon became nibbles which grew ever so slightly harder with each progression. At the same time, Annika had abandoned my penis and was now kissing and nibbling on the inside of my thigh. 

I knew something sinister was occurring but I did not care. I was too spellbound to resist and even if I could have, I don't think I would.

Just then I felt an sudden imminent sense of dread like something bad was going to happen and unbeknownst to me Isabella and Annika had turned from sweet loving nymphs to blood thirsty ravenous vampires.

Just as they were about to put their bite on me and draw blood I heard an authoritarian female voice say in a very matronly tone "Annika, Isabella," and with that Annika and Isabella ceased forthwith and cowered in the corner.

"It is not yet time," the radiant ravioushing red haired Irish beauty said politely stoking them kindly and kissing them both softly on the lips. "Your turn will come soon my pets,"

"Yes my Mistress," Isabella and Annika replied in unison "Forgive our weakness It has been so long since we have had company."

I understand my sweets," said the red haired lady. "I have taken care of you as always, for down in the cellar is your treat. Go and feast to your hearts delight my pets."

"Thank you Mistress, "Annika replied and with that they both suddenly disapperated and were gone

Not making too much sense of what was going on since I had been almost in a half dreamlike state, the red haired lady came to me dressed all in white and helped me dress.

"Are you okay," she said with a sense of concern

I believe so," I replied as she helped me buttoned my shirt and tuck it inside my trousers.

"Forgive my servants," the lady said with an apologetic tone. "They are young and impetuous youth who haven not been with a man sense I rescued them from the streets as harlots."

"I understand," I replied graciously as a diplomatic gesture even though I really didn't 

"Forgive me again my Lord," the lady then said in a polite tone with an unmistakable beautiful Irish accent. "In all the haste and confusion I failed to introduce myself. My name is Roxanne and I am the owner of Consolidated Shipping Limited."

"Allow me to introduce myself," I said as I began to stand up and as I did I felt dizzy.

"Are you okay Sir Charles," Roxanne said grabbing my arm and allowing me to rest against her.

"Yes I believe so," I replied. "The journey was a long one and I must be more exhausted than I thought."

As I rested against Roxanne's body, I could tell that underneath the sheer white robe their was nothing on. I could see the outline of her supple 38 inch breasts and the sweet form of her body.

Roxanne allowed me to rest against her soft sensual body. As I did I felt a strange warmth but not like any other female I had been with yet she was still soft.

She looked into my eyes with her captivating crystal ice blue eyes and my soul was taken and at that point my will was not my own. I had come under her spell without even knowing or caring. 

"Come Sir Charles and let us exit this formal office to somewhere more inviting," Roxanne said taking me by the hand. "I wish for you to dine with me and there we can talk."

With this, the seduction was on. Little by little she would slowly seduce me leading me to a night filled with what I can only describe as unspeakable carnal desires and she would entrap me in her web of desire for which I could not escape

Roxanne led me down the stairs but in a different direction and out into the night air. "It is just a short walk my love," she said as she put her hand in mine and we walked what was maybe 100 yards

"Here we are beloved," Roxanne said as she took a key from her robe and opened a door on what looked like to be the deserted yet newly renovated Colfax Abby. 

Leading me inside, we walked through a lavioushly decorated great hall with what appeared to be 20 foot high ceilings and paintings on the wall of various people who obviously looked of noble blood.

Once we went through the great hall we ascended maybe 12-14 red velvet carpeted stairs and walked through a huge wooden oak door and into a intimate yet still formal style dining room. There on a huge banquet table sat two silver goblets, pewter plates a decanter of red wine and what I could only describe as a small feast consisting of what looked like some sort of fowl, bread, fresh vegetables and boiled potatoes.

"Sit and eat my Lord," Roxanne said politely and with that she and without my knowledge she had opened her robe so that now her body was exposed.

She poured me some wine and at that moment I saw her frontal naked body. Her skin was pale yet pretty. Her sumptuous 38 inch breasts lay supple against her chest. I could see her slightly furry red haired vagina and the pinkness of her clitoris and opening.

Underneath her robe I noticed she was wearing a white lace garter that went around the top of her pubic region and came down the sides. Connected to the garter were white silk thigh high stockings which accentuated her long luxurious well toned and inviting legs.

In addition, like Annika and Isabella, Roxanne was wearing a golden Egyptian Ankh, except hers was slightly larger and instead of having a ruby sapphire it had a bright emerald green one.

Roxanne's form was exquisite and I could tell she had very little if any body fat. I must say I was taken by her beauty and being the gentleman I had been brought up as, would have been ashamed to have made known public the lascivious wanton and carnal thoughts I was thinking about her and my secrete sensual desires to have her and know her(in the Biblical sense).

When Roxanne finished pouring my wine she poured her own and was seated. "Take and eat Charles she said with a smile. "My house is yours." 

As she sat next to me she might have sensed my uneasiness about her nakedness and said with concern for my feelings "Does my lack of modesty offend you?" 

"No," I replied. "Why do you ask," I pursued further.

"Being wealthy and living alone has provided me with what one could call certain eccentricities," Roxanne said with a smile. "One of them is being a modern woman who is not ashamed of her body."

"I see no problem with that," I responded and for some reason that escaped me I boldly added "and I think your body is exquisite and that you are an attractive woman and am honored to be a guest in you home."

"Thank you my sweet," Roxanne replied and without warning leaned over and gave me a soft but loving kiss on the lips. "You are such a gentleman and I am honored to have met you."

"So I hope you don't mind the informality of this interview," Roxanne added. "I find it much more easy to talk to people in social settings. One can learn much from another by observing them in a social setting and if I may say, I feel you have great social graces."

So tell me more about you Sir Charles," Roxanne continued. "I have read your dossier and am very much impressed with your credentials but they sometimes don't tell the whole story." 

"I want to know you and who you are," Roxanne said putting my hand on hers and pulling them both to between her breasts

"Tell me your hopes and dreams and what you see for yourself. I feel you will make a great addition to the company and since we will be working very, very close, I would like to know everything about the person I am going to spend time with.."

I spent the next 30 minutes telling her all about me, my life as well as my hopes and dreams. Roxanne listened intently and just smiled, and as she did, she sat close to me and softly and seductively touched me making me feel more at ease and under her spell.

After we had finished talking for the most part of an hour, Roxanne stood up and left the room and returned with a purple satin robe. 

"Would you like to slip into something a little more comfortable," she said holding the robe up. I know your voyage was long and you would probably like to remove those cumbersome clothes."

I must admit I wanted to get out of this suit and even though in most cases had not consented due to my upbringing, I allowed myself to be undressed by Roxanne and allowed her to place the satin robe on my naked body

Isn't that better," Roxanne softly said with a smile.




Bloodlust Confessions of a Familiar



"Yes it is," I replied

"I am glad you are comfortable." Roxanne said smiling. "I want to make your visit here a pleasant one and for to feel perfectly at ease and comfortable."

"I am," I replied and with that Roxanne took me by the hand and stood me up. "Dance with me Charles," she said politely as she went over to the phonograph and cranked the cylinder on which the music was imprinted.

The music was soft romantic classical tunes and as she disrobed, I stepped forth disrobed and lovingly embraced her.

She put her arms around me and held me close and put her hands to my head and her head on my shoulder. Her soft naked body was pressed up against mine and much to my surprise I did not mind.

However, even though she was seducing me Roxanne still was a lady and felt for my feelings. She wanted it to be comfortable for me and as we danced she whispered into my ear "Are you comfortable my beloved," to which I replied "Yes."

I wanted her but I wanted to for it to be romantic and special and no heated rush. I danced with her and held her tight and slowly came under her spell.

Just then, Roxanne softly and lovingly kissed me on the lips. I responded and our tongues began to probe each other's mouths and our hands began to caress each other's bodies.

Just then Roxanne would change the tenor of our conversation. "Tell me Charles, do you believe in destiny," Roxanne said with a sultry voice.

"In a way, yes I do," I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I believe our being here together is not by accident," Roxanne said smiling. "I believe that fate has brought us together and ordained us to be united as one."

"I feel the same way my beloved," I replied. "However I too believe we were once united in love and now are meant to be rejoined together in a union that reaches cross the far expanse of time itself"

"Oh my sweet Prince", Roxanne said with a soft sweet loving sigh, "you don't know how long I have waited to hear that. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that we would be together forever."

As did I my love," I replied kissing Roxanne and pulling her soft supple naked body to mine.

"Tell me Charles, would you be willing to pledge you life to be mine," as we broke the kiss and Roxanne was standing with her arms loving wrapped around my neck.

"I would pledge more than my life," I replied. "I would pledge my very soul to you."

"Before you commit my sweet, I feel I must let you know who I really am, Roxanne said in a soft sweet voice. I want you to know all about me and then if you are willing to follow then we can consummate our union."

"Look in to my eyes my beloved Charles," Roxanne said sweetly "and behold who I really am."

As I gazed into her mystical crystal ice blue eyes, I felt myself feel funny and the present just seemed to melt away and I was seeing a lifetime that spanned nearly five and one-half centuries.

The year was 1348 and I saw a young Hungarian Noble count who at first glance bore a striking resemblance to myself and upon further observation the resemblance would become uncanny. 

He was a exact mirror of myself except that his hair was longer(shoulder length) and he possessed a beard. I also saw a young Irish lass who was named Roxanne and it was my very own sweet Roxanne I had been holding in my arms.

The scene appeared to be a similar to that of a wedding night. Roxanne was dressed in the same robe in which I saw her and I saw the young nobleman place the Ankh around her neck.

"Are you ready my beloved Roxanne to follow me," the young count said in a heavy Hungarian accent. 

"Yes my lord," Roxanne replied. I submit myself to you and the powers of darkness. I pledge my soul to be your bride and to walk with you in the night by your side and to rule as your countess."

"Die to your old flesh," the young count said and with that he bit her on the neck and drew all the blood from her body

I saw Roxanne go limp and he held her lovingly in his arms.

"Now my sweet, be reborn into everlasting life and with that he cut his palm and held it over a goblet allowing the blood to flow into a goblet with an elixir and put the goblet to her lips.

Roxanne stirred and I saw her hands grasp the cup and she drank and then opened her eyes. The count extended his hand and said with a smile "Arise and walk with me my beloved bride."

I then saw a village at unrest and an angry mob of villagers storming the young nobleman's castles. Out of love he sends Roxanne away to safety deep inside the bowels of the castle. 

I see the villagers attack the young count and drive a stake through his heart as they have condemned him as a vampire. The villagers then set fire to the castle and leave the count to burn.

I see Roxanne run to the young dying counts side and hold him. Her flowing white gown is blood stained crimson now and he assures her that their love is undying and pledges that he will one day return to her to be her count again in another time and life. The young count dies and Roxanne weeps bitterly and pledges her soul to find her count again. 

Next I see Roxanne back in her native Ireland for what appears to be for over 300 years. I see her meet a young Spanish woman named Isabella and Isabella falls under her charms and becomes her lover and Roxanne turns her into a familiar Later she makes Isabella a vampire.

Isabella and Roxanne seek out men and women of the street, those who society has forgotten as prey. They seduce them with sensual lustful carnal desires of the flesh and then feast on their blood and so as not to let them come back as vampires they have steaks driven through their hearts by Roxanne's loyal gypsies

It is now the middle 1700's and I see Roxanne and Isabella meeting Annika for the first time. They both know she is the one to complete their little circle. Annika like Isabella was a harlot. The pay Annika a handsome sum of money and seduce her.

Isabella and Roxanne make love to Annika and then bit her and turn her into one of them. All three of them travel to the Abby Roxanne had purchased and their they move in and Roxanne establishes her shipping business. And live out their lives until I show up in the picture.

As the story closes, I am snapped back to reality. "So my beloved, are you still willing to follow me, knowing what you know?"

"Yes," I replied 

"Very well my sweet," Roxanne said smiling 

Roxanne took me by the hand and led me down into the bowels of the Abby underground into a secret bed chamber. There on the floor was a bed encircled by silver candelabras. With one wave of her hand, the candles were instantly lit.

Roxanne reached into a old wooden jewelry box shaped like a treasure chest and pulled out an Egyptian Ankh. Unlike the others, this one was larger(about 4 inches in length and 2 inches in width) and where the others only had a single stone in the middle this one was diamond encrusted along the edges and had a Jade green emerald set in a diamond background as the center stone.

"Wear this my beloved as a symbol of our life together," Roxanne said as she placed the necklace on me. "Come, let us consummate our love together and then you shall know immortality as I do."

Roxanne laid me on the bed and crawled on top of me so that her soft sweet body was pressed up against mine. Taking my penis in her hand, she lowered herself on to it until I was thrusted deep inside her oh so sweet flower of womanhood.

Roxanne began riding me with long intense motions. "Oh yes Charles my beloved," Roxanne moaned with pleasure "It has been so long since I have felt mortal pleasures."

Roxanne continued to ride me and I could feel my penis swell and I knew it wouldn't be long until I would send forth my semen deep within her. Even though she was a member of the undead world of vampires, she could still feel carnal pleasures and knew how to please me.

Roxanne quivered as she climaxed sending her sweet honey dew nectar all over my penis. I felt myself twitch and I sent my semen spewing forth deep into her.

"Oh yes Charles my beloved," Roxanne moaned. We are now one in flesh, let us become one in spirit."

Roxanne dismounted me and laid on her back with her legs spread. Cum to me my beloved," she beckoned. "Let us unite our souls together as one."

With that I wasted no time in crawling on top of her and thrusting my manhood deep within her. I fucked her with long slow intense motions and she wrapped her long luscious legs around me and pulled me into her.

Roxanne recited something in what appeared to be ancient Latin and mystically it was like our souls became one. We could feel the other's pleasure. We made love like this for what seemed to be an eternity and even today I don not know how long it really was.

At the height of our pleasure Roxanne softly whispered "It is time my beloved to join my world"

I knew what was coming and I simply replied "I am ready my mistress."

"Most beloved goddesses, let Phillip join my world," Roxanne said. " Make him my consort and eternal soul-mate and let him know my powers and strengths, yet spare him from my weakness and bloodlust. As it was with Isabella and Annika. Let it be so with him."

Following her prayer, Roxanne bore her fangs and sunk them deep into my neck. Even tough it hurt, it was highly erotic and gave me a head rush. I felt my head swim as my blood was being drained and even though I instinctively knew I should fight it, I chose to submit to her and allow her to have her way with me.

Roxanne did not bleed me dry like she would have her normal victims but drained to where I was on the verge of life and death. Roxanne then took a dagger cut her palm bled into a pewter challis and gave me to drink.

"Drink my beloved and join me in immortality," Roxanne said sweetly holding the challis and allowing me to drink.

I drank what was a mixture wine blood and some secret mystical potion and felt my life change in an instant. I felt revived and reinvigorated.

"Welcome my beloved to immortality," Roxanne said smiling up to me "You will be by my forever as my prince and my slave. You have my powers but none of my weaknesses."

"However, there is one thing," Roxanne added. "You will still provide me my life force through your blood. We will make love as we did tonight every morning before dawn and you draw strength from me and I you. We are united together in that way."

Also, as an added benefit of being my consort, you will be have two concubines to keep you company during the day and to please you when I am sleeping," Roxanne said smiling. "Isabella, Annika, come hither," Roxanne said in a summoning voice and with that they both materialized in the room.

"He is now one of us my beloveds," Roxanne said smiling to Annika and Isabella. "He is yours to enjoy while I return to my resting place until tomorrow. Have fun my pets and treat him well. He is special and heir to all I have and will rule with us forever." 

Roxanne walked to her vault that mysteriously opened in the wall and laid in her chamber and went to sleep as the vault closed just as the cock crowed in the distance.

It was sunrise evidently and Isabella and Roxanne wasted no time and having their way with me. They would make love to me and would bite me as Roxanne had but I would still be conscious and would find I could bare my fangs and bite into them and become one with them.

After 2 hours of making love we all three cleaned up and dressed as it was a normal business day. We presented to the world a normal everyday business as usual shipping business during the day light hours yet at night, we celebrated with unspeakable carnal fleshly desires.

Who would have ever imagined my life would have ever turned out this way. If you were to ask me if I would have imagined this I would have told you "Never in a million years," yet I would not trade it for all the riches in the universe.

Remember this story and beware of venturing alone at night in the dark deserted places, for you never know when you may meet one of us and if you are lucky you will live to see the morning light.