4 comments/ 37466 views/ 10 favorites I, Vampire Ch. 01 By: Arogue I, Vampire Ch. 01: Beginnings Prolog My story is a simple one, but it covers many years – for I am not like mortal men. I have lived and survived countless lifetimes over the centuries, and I have been present when events of great import in mortal history have taken place. But always in the shadows, hidden from the unquestioning fear and hatred of mortals. I have known the hatred of the Church and the love of women – both mortal and immortal. I will never know the wonder of children, for I can produce no offspring – not in the normal fashion. My tale is one of tragedy and triumph – glorious victory and humiliating defeat – hatred and love – courage and fear. It is the story of a lifetime – my lifetime, a very long and unusual lifetime. I , like the rest of my kind, am a warrior, a predator. We are kin to the panther, the wolf and the eagle. My prey is mortal mankind – I must have blood to survive. While any blood will nourish me, but only on human blood will my kind thrive. My name is of little importance, except perhaps to me, for I have been known by countless names, in countless lands down through the centuries. For this tale, I shall call myself Thomas. I am a creature famed in myth and legend – written about in books – played upon t he stage and screen. I have been depicted in many aspects, from the hideous to the comely. I have been given many names – Nosuratu – undead – night walker – blood sucker. Vampire. Beginnings You have heard many folk tales about my kind, most are false, others have lost much of their truth through years of telling and retelling. I will reveal nothing to you that would endanger me of my kind. Suffice it to say that we can be a grave danger to mortal man, but we can be a strong and willing friend as well. The choice will always be yours. My powers, and there are many, are drawn from two sources; blood, and the night. What, you might ask, are my powers? I shall never tell you al of them, but I will tease you with a few. I am, as are al of my kind, able to assume the aspect of any creature upon whom we have fed. We are able to travel great distances, borne only by the mists of the night. Our eyes are able to reach into the human soul and capture it, bending the human to our will. We are able to sire more of our kind – the simple gift of a few drops of our blood, brings with it eternal life as one of us. Oh yes – one other power that seems to fascinate mortals, we, male and female alike, are able to hold back our sexual climax for an indefinite period, or release it at in an instant. An interesting power to say the least, but not without its drawbacks. Me? I was sired toward the end of the seventeenth Century. I was a strapping young man of one score and six years and already an adventurous sort. My mortal life began as one of seven offspring in what is now the southern part of the United States. At that time it was but a group of settlements. Although well born and possessed of an education, I chose the life of a seafarer when I was twenty and had spent six years before the mast of one of His Britannic Majesty’s ships of war. When we were attacked by pirates the ship was damaged quite badly, it foundered when a squall overtook us in the Indies. I was washed ashore on an uncharted island off the coast of what is now Florida. It was here that my life would be forever changed. I was hunting in the northern part of the island. It was probably Spanish territory then, and I would not, I supposed, be treated well should I be found there. The land was lush then, green and unspoiled, teeming with wildlife. Great cats, what you now call the Florida Panther, abounded, as did deer, rabbit, all manner of birds, and, of course snakes. It was this latter creature that would begin the most important turn that my life would ever take. It was fast approaching dusk, I was crossing a stream – fast moving and knee deep. My foot slipped between two slick stones and I fell into the stream. I managed to free my foot, but my thrashing had awakened a nest of snakes. They were wriggling toward me – a great number of them – and they were angry at being disturbed. No fewer than six snakes attacked me, their fangs piercing my flesh and injecting their venom into my veins. I was able to fling them from me and scramble ashore – but I knew it was too late. As I lay on the bank I could feel the poison burning through my body. It was then I first saw my savior – and the one that would sire me. She burst from the underbrush and stood there an instant before rushing to my side – a sharp knife in her hand. I assumed that I was about to be scalped after all. But she knelt beside me and cut open each puncture where poison had entered my body. She sucked the venom from me and spat it, contemptuously, to the ground. Again and again she opened my veins, until there was no more venom to extract – but it had done its damage. I was weak, unable to move or speak, but I could see. The sight I beheld was one of absolute beauty. Her hair was long, the color of spun copper. Her eyes were bluer than blue, deep, dark, mesmerizing. Her skin was a light bronze color, almost golden. She looked like a native but her features were much finer. Tenderly she stroked my brow, her touch as soft as the finest silk and as light as a feather. I lay there, my head in her lap, gazing at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Proud breasts, firm breasts, breasts that could set a mans blood to boiling. They were topped with nipples the length and breadth of my thumb. I could feel the firm muscles of her thighs as they cradled my head. I could see the slight curve of her belly as it moved in and out with each breath she took. As I lay there – dying, yet staring at this vision – she smiled down at me. Her eyes took on a glow and I noticed that her teeth were abnormally long and sharp. With a long thumb nail, she slit open her soft flesh just below her left breast. She lowered her lips to my throat. There was a slight pain at first as her teeth entered my jugular vein, then a floating sensation as she drank deep of my life’s blood. I could feel the life leaving my body as her lips sucked and drank. I knew I was about to die – and I didn’t care. As I felt myself crossing over, she lifted my head to her breast, as if driven by some instinct, I drank deeply of her flowing blood. It was as if I was reborn, which of course I was, as the strength flowed back into my body. I was more alive, stronger, keener than I had ever been before. I looked at this beautiful and strange woman, and she spoke, to my mind. “I am Flower of the Moon,” she said, her eyes locked on mine, “I have made you one of my kind tonight, otherwise you would have died.” “I did die.” I thought, not realizing that she could read my thoughts. “Yes, and then you were reborn as one of us – one of the undead.” My mind reeled for an instant as I let this sink in. I had heard the term before, but always dismissed it as a wives tale, or a myth to frighten children. “You will age no more,” she told me. “You will have dominion over mortals, and together we will rule the night. I sat up, looking at her deep eyes gazing into mine, I felt the magnetism of her – her eyes – her body. She held her arms open to me, “Be my Prince,” she invited me. I accepted the invitation. I felt a new vigor in my body. When we embraced I could feel every part of her body as it pressed against mine. I grew hard in an instant as our lips met and our tongues intertwined. Her skin was cool and smooth, her breasts firm and inviting. My hands roamed over her body, touching, caressing, feeling. Her nipples, long and hard, her ass hard and tight, her thighs sleek and taut. I felt her hand moving slowly down my body – gently stroking my chest, my belly, the base of my rock hard cock. Her soft fingers wrapped around the shaft and she began to move her hand up and down. The feel of her hand sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body, never had I experienced such stimulation. Her lips parted in a smile as she moved to sit astride my legs – never taking her hand from my cock, never ceasing her gentle stroking. She slid down my legs, her silken thighs caressing me as she moved. Then she leaned down over me, her hair falling forward to caress my twitching belly as her soft lips touched the head of my straining cock. She took me into her mouth slowly, letting me feel the caress of her lips and tongue as my fleshy member slid onto her mouth, then into her throat. Warmth – caressing – sucking - warmth. My cock was in a place it never wanted to leave. Her head began moving up and down, slowly, rhythmically. Her tongue pressed the vein beneath my cock. I grew harder than I had ever though possible. Her eyes sparkled as she knew my thoughts – and answered them. “With me you will know joys of the flesh such as no mortal could ever imagine. You are my Prince.” Her lips sucked even harder as I was drawn closer and closer to climax. She knew this and bid me go ahead, have my release, give her the other fluid of my body as I had given her my blood. My body was racked with tremors as my cock twitched and pulsated, my balls spasmed as my semen was pumped through my rock hard shaft to flood her questing mouth. Pulse after unbearable pulse – my fluid poured into her eagerly sucking mouth – down her spasming throat, until she had sucked me dry. With a long final lick, she released my softening member and sat back on her heels. Her lips and eyes smiled as she spoke once more, to my mind. “I am the ruler of my tribe, I am their Princess. I have had countless lovers through the centuries, but none such as you. They have all been mortal and I have devoured the life essence of each of them. You, my Prince, are different. You are a warrior, strong and courageous. You are not of this land, but of a land far away, as am I, and you are no longer mortal – you are as I am now.” Once again she took my cock in her soft hand. This time she leaned forward and placed it between her warm, firm breasts – and squeezed them together around it. My dick was in a warm tunnel of silky flesh. As if by reflex I began to move my hips, moving my cock in and out within that tight, warm tunnel. Quickly, my cock, once more, grew fully erect – hard and straight. “We have consummated the union of our souls, my Prince, now let us consummate the union of our bodies.” She lay back, her long legs spread to accept me, her soft wet lips pouting for me to part them and enter her innermost sanctuary. Her arms lifted to me in invitation. I moved between her outstretched legs, the head of my cock brushing the soft, moist hair of her waiting pussy. Her legs encircled my waist and drew me in. My cock plunged deep inside her in a single thrust. She was so hot, so wet, so incredibly tight. I felt her cunt lips ‘kissing’ their way down the shaft of my cock as it slid between them. I began to move – slowly at first – she matched each movement of my hips perfectly, each of my thrusts met with one of hers. My cock bored in and out of her, she held me close, her breasts flattened to my chest as her legs held me deep inside her. My cock was a willing prisoner of her clutching body, held tightly by her velvet vice. I began to speed up, my cock pounding harder and harder with each thrust, my balls slapping against the firm cheeks of her ass. Flower of the Moon was moaning in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm overtook her – her body quaking – trembling – quivering in pleasure and passion. I could feel my balls filling, growing tight against me. She drew me nearer and nearer to the brink of the abyss – then held me there. I pumped my cock into her eager cunt harder and harder, until I felt my balls release their load into my pistoning dick. Up – up my semen surged, like a magical spring escaping its prison of stone to burst into her clutching, milking pussy. Every nerve, every muscle, every cell in my body was alive with the energy and intensity of our passion, our joining, our climax. My cock pulsed, twitched and pumped. More and more semen flowed into her until I was again dry and spent. Slowly my cock began to deflate within Flower of the Moon, until it slipped reluctantly from her body. “We are truly one now My Prince. We are one in body and soul.” She gently caressed my face as I kissed her brow, her eyes, her nose, and finally, her full red lips. She stood up and motioned me to join her. She was tall for a woman, but still a head shorter than I. She took my hand. “Come, I will take you to my – our village so the people may pay homage to their Prince.” The village was, more or less, what you might expect. It was placed deep in the bush, laying close by a vast swampy lake. Thatched huts raised upon posts, open to the breeze on all four sides. Simple but efficient, and easily rebuilt. As we approached, the villagers began to rush to greet their Princess (their goddess). I was surprised to see that they looked nothing like Flower of the Moon. These people were obviously natives. Their skin much darker, more bronze than golden, their eyes and hair black. Their features were more delicate than the African races, and their cheekbones higher and more pronounced. They were a beautiful people, in a simple surrounding – and they worshipped their Princess. “My people,” Flower of the Moon began, this time speaking out loud, “I have found our Prince.” The people began to cheer and dance around us. Once more Flower of the Moon spoke to my mind, “My Prince,” she began, “the people have accepted you, as I knew they would. Before the sun rises, you will be given an offering, a virgin. You must accept this offering.” “An offering?” I questioned, “I’m not a god. What am I to do, deflower her?” “If that is your desire you may, but she is meant for you to feed from. The blood of a virgin is pure and carries so much life strength. It will bind you to the people as one of them.” Again I was confused, “Must I kill her?” “That is up to you as well. The people will be devoted to you in either case. If you spare her, her parents will be grateful, especially if you leave her virginity intact.” Flower of the Moon smiled at me, understanding the conflict of the feelings within me. “Spare her then, My Prince, and the people will sing of you for your strength as well as your generosity.” The circle of villagers parted and a young girl was brought before me. She could have been no older than fifteen (if that) and a pretty thing at that. Her young body, just beginning to blossom, was shaking with fear as her father looked to me with a strange mixture of sadness and pride in his eyes. I took the girl into my arms and gathered her to me. I held her gently and took hold of her mind with mine. I willed her to relax and have no fear. To my amazement, she smiled at me and tilted her head back. Her tender young throat was exposed and her jugular vein stood out, beckoning to me. I felt a strange burning sensation flow through me, it was as if my bloodstream were on fire. “It is the hunger My Prince,” Flower of the Moon assured my mind. “Feed at it will subside.” My lips caressed the child’s throat as my needle like fangs pierced her soft skin. She moaned softly, as if with sexual pleasure, as I drew the warm rich blood from her open vein. It was sweet, potent blood. As I drank I could feel my strength growing, t he burning in my blood vanishing, I savored every drop. When I felt the girl’s life force entering my body, I withdrew my fangs from her, I would not kill her. I lifted the weak, but still living, girl in my arms and approached her father. Her blood still stained my lips as I returned his daughter to him, still alive, and still a virgin. The villagers erupted into a tumultuous cheer, dancing and singing around us. “Each year, on this night, you will be presented with a virgin. It is part of the ritual that observes your consecration as their Prince. Each year, on the anniversary of my consecration, I am presented with a boy. One who is to become a man by coupling with me. I too get to feed from his blood.” Flower told me. “Come My Prince – the sun will rise soon, and we must rest.” Flower of the Moon took me by the hand and lead me to her hut. It was better built than the rest, and closed on all four sides as protection from the sun. We lay on a pile of cushions and embraced. “I will teach you the ways of these people, and the ways of our kind. You have much to learn – but there is no hurry, we have countless lifetime for lessons.” Her lips covered mine as her hand sought out my cock and began stroking it, bringing it slowly back to life. Our tongues intertwined as our mouths slid over one another. My hands found her full, warm breasts and fondled them, feeling the nipples grow firm and erect. She breathed a soft moan of pleasure into my mouth as my hands caressed her magnificent breasts. My lips moved from her mouth, down her long neck, to her heaving breasts. I began to suckle on her long, hard nipples, drawing them into my mouth, fluttering my tongue across them. After a few moments of this, I moved again. My lips and tongue traveled down her body to her naval. My tongue delved playfully into this small cavity, then resumed its journey. At last I reached my destination, the soft patch of hair adorning the junction of her strong, silken thighs. I drank in her scent, warm, rich, strangely sweet. The aroma of a woman’s passion. My lips found the center of her womanhood. I kissed the wet pouting lips as they slowly parted for me. My tongue reached out and caressed them, licking them from top to bottom and back. I sought out her swelling clitoris, my lips trapped the hard throbbing nib and sucked it into my mouth. Flower of the Moon writhed and squirmed, grinding her sweet pussy against my hungry mouth. Her strong thighs clutched my head, pressing my mouth to her spasming cunt. The taste, the fragrance, the movement. This was the most fascinating woman I had ever met – and she was mine. She arched her back and moaned loudly in the night, announcing to all that she had reached orgasm. I savored the flowing nectar of her cunt, her body quaking and trembling as her climax racked her body. Her cunt flowed like a river, her sweet juices flowing over my tongue into my waiting mouth. My cock was hard and ready when Flower of the Moon, still trembling, begged me to enter her. I moved to kneel between her legs, the head of my cock teasing her wet parted lips. She reached up and gripped my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my torso. I groaned in ecstasy as I slammed my rock hard dick into her. Her legs pulled me closer, driving me deeper and I began to thrust – hard – fast, animal like in my ferocity. She gasped, gulping for breath as my rigid cock slammed into her willing cunt harder and harder. I felt the muscles of her cunt tighten as her pussy lips became swollen, gripping my cock tighter and tighter. Her legs held me tight, her heels beating a tattoo on my ass, her fingernails raking across my shoulders. Flower was moaning and hissing as I pounded my cock into her hot, wet, clutching cunt. My balls were slowly filling. Her body was beginning to tremble once more, her pussy flexing around me in a more and more fevered tempo as her hips rose to meet my every thrust. The nipples of her breasts were as hard as diamonds, she thrashed her head from side to side. Then her climax exploded deep within her being. She cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breasts heaving with the strain of every breath. My balls spasmed, releasing their load sending hot cum erupting from my pounding cock to flood her hungry body as her grasping pussy milked every drop from my straining balls. I, Vampire Ch. 01 We lay back – spent – relaxed – satisfied. “When we awaken, My Prince, you will be fully aware, but now we must rest until the sun flees the sky once more.” Her sweet lips caressed mine as I drifted off. I was not falling asleep. It was something deeper than that – more restful. My breathing slowed – my heart slowed – then stopped. I realized that each day, as the sun rose, I would die during the daylight hours, to awaken with the approaching night. The Awakening I could feel my heart beating again as the hunger I had known but once before, burned again through my veins. When I opened my eyes my head was cradled in Flowers lap and she was gently stroking my temples. She had been right, I was aware now. Aware of what I was – aware of what I needed to do – aware of my powers and aware of what could destroy me. I sat up and turned to Flower, speaking verbally, “I am aware now, just as you said I would be.” The language was that of the villagers, I had learned it as I was resting. I had learned it as I lay dead. Flower smiled and spoke the same tongue, “We must hunt now My Prince, the hunger burns in both of us tonight.” “But where? We’re not going to feed from the villagers are we?” “No My Prince, that is not needed – tonight. There is a band of renegades, pirates you would call them. They are camped two days march from here. You and I can be there in as many minutes. There will be blood aplenty to feed upon.” I understood perfectly. We would be serving a two fold purpose; feeding, our first goal, and a punitive raid on a pirate camp. “When?” I asked, more than ready – the hunger burning hot in my veins. “Just as soon as it is full dark, there is no moon tonight, so we will not be seen.” I began to pace the hut – my hunger growing inside me – my veins on fire. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.” I tried to smile, but it was not possible. “You are MY PRINCE!” Flower scolded, “You MUST control your hunger.” Her voice was sharp, commanding, yet calming as well. I was able to control the burning in my blood, the thirst in my mouth. I stopped pacing and sat next to Flower. She smelled like her name, sweet and inviting. I rested my hand high on her thigh, her skin was cool and smooth. “When we return My Prince,” she whispered, covering my hand with hers and moving it lower down her leg. “It is nearly full dark, and we must leave in moments.” I relaxed my body and mind as I waited for the embrace of night. “Come My Prince – it is time.” Flower rose and took my hand. Together we stepped into the swirling mist of night that Flower had summoned. It closed about us like a shroud. In little more time that it takes to tell, we were over the pirate camp. Still concealed by the mist, we conversed without words. “There is the tent of the captain and his woman.” Flower indicated a garishly colored tent that was larger than the others. “I count four guards around it.” I observed. “We must kill them quickly and quietly. We will not feed upon them.” Flower instructed, “I will draw their attention, you kill them. Use your strength and snap their necks.” We allowed our cloud of mist to settle to the ground and stepped from it, into deep shadows. Flower approached the first of the guards. His attention was instantly drawn to her incredible body. Seductively she smiled at him before placing her soft hands on his chest, then moving slowly downward. As she reached his swelling crotch, I silently grabbed his head and chin and gave a powerful twist. The sound of his neck snapping was not loud – he made no other sound in dying. I raised one finger, then bent to take the mans dagger from his belt. Flower nodded and smiled as we moved the body further into the shadows and went in search of the second guard. Using the same approach, Flower had to allow the second guard to fondle her breasts before she was able to maneuver him to the shadows, and me. Again a quick quiet twist and another dead guard. I held up two fingers as we resumed our search. The third and fourth guards presented no problems – apart from Flowers breasts being fondled, something she didn’t really mind. We were now ready to enter the captains tent. Flower gave me last minute instructions. “Use the power of your mind and your eyes. Seize his woman’s soul as I will seize his. We will couple with them, and at the moment of their climax, begin to feed. Their energy will be highest then, their life force it its strongest.” I looked at Flower, “Fuck them and feed off them – I like that.” Flower smiled, “I have enjoyed t his part of it any number of times.” Like shadows we slipped into the tent. He and his woman were asleep. He was snoring, she lay there with her body exposed. She was quite young, and very pretty. Flower indicated that we should begin. The young woman came awake first, a look of alarm on her face. As my eyes held hers, her look became one of curiosity, then of acceptance. I held her mind and soul. I bid her to approach me, and she did, her pert young breasts quivering slightly with each step. Her black hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her thighs rippled as she moved. The pirate grunted and sputtered as Flower took control of his mind. He too rose and approached. He was a powerfully built man of middle years. Scars of many battles crossed his swarthy skin and his massive cock twitched as it became erect and hard.. Flower would enjoy this encounter, as I would mine. I reached out and caressed the girls breasts. She moaned softly and leaned into my hands, her fingers found, then embraced, the shaft of my erect cock. I glanced to the side to see the same scenario taking place. Flower was fondling his heavy balls as she stroked his cock to full erection. His hands played roughly with her heaving breasts. My attention returned to the girl before me. Her eyes were closed and she swayed back and forth to a rhythm only she could hear. Flower was not inactive, she was one her knees sucking furiously on the pirate’s stiff cock, her cheeks sunken in, her head moving back and forth, her hands fondling his heavy nuts. She would continue to torment him thus until she was ready to feed. I lifted the girl from her feet and held her poised above my rigid dick. Slowly I settled her onto it, feeling her tight wet cunt engulf me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms encircled my neck as she began to undulate her hips. I began thrusting my cock in and out of her tight young body, feeling her clutch my rock hard shaft. Beside me Flower was stretched out on her back, her long, lovely legs apart. The large man was in her in a heartbeat. His large cock ramming into her in a single, brutish thrust. As I pounded my cock into the young girl, I remembered that I was no longer be able to climax with a mortal, only with one of my own kind. In my mind, I saw Flowers knowing smile and heard her unspoken promise, “when we’ve fed, My Prince, my lover, when we’ve fed.” I sensed the young girl was approaching her peak, I glanced over at Flower, the pirate was pounding his cock into her open pussy with a mighty fury – it would be any moment now. The girl tightened her legs around me as her body trembled and shook from the sensation of orgasm. Her juices flowing freely washed over my cock as she moaned in sublime ecstasy. “Take her NOW My Prince – take her NOW!” Flower cried into my mind. I slipped my fangs into the girl’s soft young throat and drank. Her blood was hot and it f lowed with a force driven by her sexual climax. I could feel her life force as it passed into me. My hunger subsided as the girl went limp beneath me. I drank until her once supple body was nothing but an empty husk. I turned to look at Flower just as she sank her fangs into her victim and drank him dry. The Loving When we had finished feeding we both felt refreshed, stronger, infinitely more passionate. Flower came to me, stepping over the two bodies, to put her arms around my neck and her blood stained lips to mine. Our kiss was searing, passionate, demanding of one another as our bloody lips slid over one another and our tongues intertwined. “Make love to me My Prince, make me feel the ecstasy of being a woman.” Slowly we sank to the floor, never breaking our kiss, my hands massaging her magnificent breasts, as she stroked my hard cock. I settled between her legs, the head of my cock brushing the dense wet curls that covered her pussy like moss. I moved my hips as Flower wrapped her legs about me. In one long, slow stroke I had buried my cock deep inside her and our bodies began to move together. Matching one another perfectly, our hips moved in unison, each ones stroke meeting the other, maximizing the feeling of union – of passion – of desire and pure animal lust. I speeded up, my stroke becoming more powerful, faster, harder. My cock pounded into Flowers willing pussy like the ocean surf. Again and again my cock drove into her – again and again her passionate responsive body met and matched me stroke for stroke. We could have continued all night, but our time was limited by the length of the night, and Flower had told me that we would also hunt tonight. I could feel her thighs tremble as she held onto my torso, her firm ass cheeks started to quiver slightly. Flower was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. I could feel the quaking begin in her taught body, her luscious breasts heaving, her nipples firm and tight as her breathing became more and more ragged. I knew she was approaching orgasm, as I was fast approaching mine. My balls were full and tight as they slapped wetly against the cheeks of Flower ass. I need release – soon. But I needed to climax with Flower even more. I held back, my will stronger than the urgency in my heated loins. Flower clutched my cock with her strong inner muscles as her legs clenched around my body. She was cumming, her juices flowing over my hard dick as it pumped in and out of her. My balls began to spasm. My cock pulsing and throbbing as semen started surging upward. At the first surge of my pulsing dick, Flower shuddered, her supple body began quaking as her lips sought mine and we joined in a kiss of total abandon. Wave after wave of ecstatic sensation washed over and through us. My cock throbbed and pulsated sending more and more of my hot cum pouring into her tight, wet, eager cunt. Flowers cunt lips and inner muscles milked me – draining every drop from my balls. Spent, we collapsed in each others arms. Our was kiss molten – longing – passionate. Our loins remained locked together, even as my cock slowly started to deflate. Reluctantly we moved apart, breaking for the time our passionate union. “We must leave now My Love,” she whispered. Silently we slipped from the tent into the shadows where we had arrived. The mist was gathering and, hand in hand, we stepped into it. In moments we emerged from the mist on the side of a mountain. We were near the middle of the island, and the jungle-like growth was thick and dark. “You must hunt the panther tonight My Prince.” “Why? We’ve already fed, well, I might add. And we’ve enjoyed each others body.” “Search your mind My Prince. Among your powers is the ability to assume the aspect of any creature who’s life force you have consumed.” Flower demonstrated this power by shifting through a wide array of assumed looks ranging from as small lizard, through bears, panthers, hawks and even snakes, but ending with the pirate captain. I was, to say the least, impressed. Even her voice was different. “Why not change into his - my - woman, and let me have you for a change?” the gruff voice asked. “I don’t think so My Love,” I demurred with a smile, “that would be one change too many.” Flower returned to her original self and smiled. Around us, the sounds of the jungle at night, crickets, frogs the occasional owl and the greater beasts. “There’s a big male just through there,” Flower told my mind as she pointed to a spot in the bush. It was off to my right and I too sensed the presence of the big cat. With stealth and speed I had never had before I moved. The great cat was in my grasp. He fought fiercely, mightily, but he was no match for my new found strength. I sank my fangs into his neck and drank. His blood and life force flowed into me. As I drank, I felt a sadness enter me, a foreboding, a knowledge that this beautiful creature would, eventually, vanish from this place. All that would remain would be the knowledge that he once roamed these lands unchallenged. I returned to join Flower. She waited where I had left her, confident I would be equal to the task. I told her of the feeling of sadness I had gotten from the cat. “I know My Love. That’s why I never preyed upon another one. But you had to do t his, to share the spirit and the life force of the cat as well as to know their time here is limited.” She gently caressed my cheek, then smiled that wicked smile of hers, “we still have time until daylight, and the cat I fed from was a female. Care to try a little shape shifting?” With that, Flowers smile was bright and seductive as her shape began to blur. Before me she became a full grown panther, eyes glowing golden green in the starlight. Teeth bared, ears laid back. I concentrated and found the process not difficult. There was a certain amount of physical discomfort that went along with the change, but in the end, I stood there, a male panther. I smelled the unmistakable aroma of the female of my species – in heat. Flower turned away from me, her long tail twitching from side to side. Her ears turned out as her low growl became a deep purring. Slowly I moved up toward her. My feline penis became erect as my level of arousal grew higher and higher. As I put my snout up against her, she moved her tail to the side. She was in heat all right, and she was ready. I mounted her, and drove my cat penis into her. She responded with a loud growl as I bit her on the neck and dug my claws into her shoulders. I thrust into her, hard and fast. Not caring if I was hurting her or not, unmindful of her satisfaction. It was pure animal heat – no more – no less. When I erupted within her I felt the same ecstasy I had felt when we first made love – intense – searing – all engulfing. As I came I let out a roar of triumph, Flower matched it with one of satisfaction. When we had finished, both of us spent, we regained our own shapes. The claw and tooth marks on Flowers beautiful skin began to fade as the recuperative powers of our kind took over. Just before daylight we were in our hut. We lay in each others embrace, our lips together, our limbs entangled, our hands caressing each other. Gradually our breathing and heartbeats slowed, then stopped. As physical life ended, we ‘died’ once more, to be born again come the night. Tragedy We had been together for five years, neither of us aging, neither of us ill. We loved each other with an intense passion that is the stuff of legend. Together we lived, hunted and ruled in harmony with the land. Each year, we celebrated our consecrations, Flower taking a virgin boy and introducing him to he wonders of a woman’s body and the rights of manhood. With but one exception, I always returned my offerings intact Our needs were few and simple, the dangers we faced minimal, until t he arrival of the missionaries, and the Spanish soldiers. We had just awakened from our rest when a hunting party returned. Five of our villagers went out, but only three returned, and one of them sore wounded. They described a weapon that belched fire, that spat death, a long stick that killed. They had described a matchlock rifle. They told of great piles of animal carcasses, mostly panthers, and how the strangers were killing them for the skins, or for the pleasure of killing. “Describe these strangers to me,” I demanded They were Spaniards. They had reached our world and would soon find us. The hunting lances and spears of the villagers would be no match for rifles, nor would their powerful hunting bows. “I will go to these strangers,” Flower announced, “I will drive them off. They are mortals and no match for my powers.” She was angrier than I had ever seen her. I tried to tell her about their guns and the brutal nature of the Spaniards. I tried to persuade her that attacking these armed troops was suicide. I even tried to persuade her to let me go in her stead. I knew the Spaniards and I had used a matchlock before. Again she refused. “These are my people that have been slain. This is mine to avenge. You follow with a group of our strongest and attack at the right moment.” She was adamant, she turned to the uninjured men, “You will lead me back to these strangers.” Both men were afraid, but they stood ready to do the bidding of their Princess. Before I could say another word, she ran off into the jungle with her guides. I hastily assembled as many men as I could, all armed with spears, lances and bows. In minutes, we were off after Flower. The jungle was thick and the trail hard to follow in the darkness. When we were nearing the location I could hear shouting and the screaming of both men and women. I broke into a run, changing into a panther as I ran. I bounded past the bodies of Flowers guides – both, had been gutted by a sword. When I reached the clearing, it was too late. The Spaniards had somehow overpowered, or surprised Flower. They had beheaded her. Her beautiful face was covered in blood and contorted in surprise and the most unspeakable agony. Her once tempting body was being burned, a monk in dark robes holding a torch to the dry wood. I knew nothing then but hatred. I saw nothing but the man who was destroying the woman I loved. I ran and leaped at the robed figure – claws extended – teeth bared. I had no intention of feeding now – just killing. I ripped the soft flesh of the man’s neck and felt his life force pass from him in a fleeting instant, before I hit the ground and turned to seek my next victim. I saw a Spaniard with a bloody sword in his hand. His eyes were wide with fear as he saw mine, ablaze with hate, and knew the truth. I sprang and struck him full in the chest, my jaws gripped his throat and tore it out. The force of my leap carried me through his neck, severing his spine and ripping his head off. He knew the agony that my love had known as she died. Shots were being fired now. I felt a ball strike me in the side and turned to see the one who had fired it. He too died that night, his belly torn open by my claws. One after another the Spaniards fell to my teeth and claws, before the villagers arrived and dispatched the rest with spear, lance and arrow. There remained now but four; a monk and three women in black and white robes – nuns. I stopped my slaughter and resumed my human form. The four fell to their knees, knowing that they were in the presence of the devil himself. I told the villagers to bind the prisoners then return to their homes – their Princess would be avenged before this night became morning. I walked past my guests, all securely tied, looking each of them in the eyes before moving away and addressing them. “How DARE you,” I began. “You with your robes and beads come into OUR homeland and destroy someone for no reason other than she was not like you. Is THIS the teaching of your dead god?” I looked at the remaining monk, “Are all of you such cowards that you must slay a woman of such beauty and wisdom to protect your worthless souls? You are not WORTHY of Hell,” I shouted in his face. To my satisfaction, his eyes showed total terror, then his bladder voided. “Yes, I suppose you are.” I, Vampire Ch. 01 I walked to the nuns. One was an older woman, probably the superior of the other two. Those were young attractive women. I lifted the chin of one and looked at her face. She was pretty, and less fearful than the monk. Here was a woman with some measure of courage, perhaps of faith. I intended to put both to the test before the sun rose. “You will be my companion for the nights entertainment. If you please me, you might go free. If not, you will have the pleasure of watching these creatures die slowly before I kill you. They will die in either case. You are the only one with a chance to live, the choice is yours.” The young nun was startled when I untied her and looked deep in her eyes – my gaze taking control of her mind. I willed her to take off her robes and stand naked before me. She did, revealing a solid, well formed body with firm, rounded breasts, a narrow waist, gently rounded hips and long, well turned legs. I told her to turn around that I might inspect her more fully. Slowly she turned around, allowing me to study her heart shaped buttocks. As she did this, her companions were pleading with her not to do this, to accept the fate they would share. I released her mind and spoke to her. “Your friends want you to die with them. Is this what you want to do? Die like my Flower died, in agony, her loving heart beating until the flames consumed it?” Her eyes registered first shame, as she realized what had been done, then fright, at what I could do to her, then anger at what her friends and caused to happen, then determination that it would NOT happen to her. “NO! Death is NOT what I seek. I seek your forgiveness for the unspeakable crime that has been committed in the name of faith.” She fell to her knees before me. I looked deep into her mind and saw truth there. Lifting her chin I asked, “Are you a virgin?” “No,” she admitted, lowering her eyes. I placed my hand on her head then approached the other two women. “Are you a virgin?” I asked the young one. “Y – yes, I am,” she too spoke the truth. “And you, old one, are you a virgin after all these years?” She nodded. I smiled, seeing the truth in her mind. “And you, monk, have you tasted the pleasures of the flesh?” “No. I – I – am ce – ce – celibate,” he protested. His head snapped to the side as my hand struck him in the face. “LIAR!” I spat at him, “you are a seducer of young boys, a betrayer of trust.” I struck him again, and he began crying. “It’s true, I confess, I have.” I silenced him by lifting his head and sinking my teeth into his jugular vein. His blood flowed warm as I drained his life force into my body. When I released him, only an empty husk fell to the ground. “His soul has been damned, and I have sent him to Hell,” I shouted, whirling on the others. “Now you know what you are seeing. You know what holds you prisoner. You know what I am. A VAMPIRE!” I strode over to the young one that I had freed. She stood there, head high, her breasts heaving as she recovered from the sight of the monks destruction. “What is your name?” I asked her softly. “Maria,” was all she said, and that in a whisper. “You are not a virgin. Have you had lovers?” “Only my brother, and I was not willing. I was twelve then, and he used me as he wanted until my father found us and sent me to the convent.” I stripped off my loin cloth and told her to kneel before me. “You two watch this young girl. She is worth more than ten convents filled with the likes of you.” I looked down at Maria. Her eyes looked first at my growing cock, then up at me. “I want you to kiss my cock.” I said softly. Maria gently took my stiffening cock in her hands and lightly kissed it. “Now lick it from top to bottom.” She extended her tongue and licked, first the swollen head, then down the hard shaft. She placed a soft kiss on my balls, then licked her way up until her lips were on the dark head of my erection. Her eyes looked up at me, questioning. I nodded, then looked at the other two. Their expressions were a mix of fear, horror and fascination as Maria took my rigid cock into her young mouth and began sucking it. What Maria lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. I placed my hands on her head to control the speed and depth of her sucking. Her lips and tongue caressed my cock as she took it deeper and deeper into her willing mouth until it passed into the top of her throat. She gagged for an instant, then resolved to admit my cock fully into her. Remembering that I could not climax with Maria, I moved her mouth from my cock, “Lay back and play with your breasts.” I told her. Her legs were long and quite lovely, with a thin patch of hair at their juncture. I knelt between them. Her eyes were fixed on me as her hands massaged and fondled her round breasts, teasing the nipples into erection. I smiled them leaned forward, placing my lips to her pussy and flicking my tongue over her wet lips. She shuddered at this new sensation as my lips and tongue caressed her young cunt, her lips opening to accept me. Maria moaned softly as the waves of pleasure flowed over and through her, her silken thighs trembling – her breasts heaving – her head tossing from side to side. As her climax overtook her, I could taste her juices as they flowed, sweet and hot, over my tongue. Her young body went limp with sexual pleasure, but I was not done yet. I looked at the other two, looks of envy and unbridled lust showed on their faces. They had made their choices, as had Maria. Those two would die by theirs, Maria might live by hers. I turned Maria over, lifting her ass to expose her glistening pussy. She assumed a position on her hands and knees, looking back at me. Her eyes were clouded over with lust and passion. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue lightly licking her lips. She was waiting for what ever happened next. I placed my cock at the wet entrance to her young cunt and teased her with the great head. Then I gripped her ass cheeks and with one motion drove my cock into her wet, waiting pussy. She was incredibly tight. Her body clutched at the shaft of my invading cock as it drove deep inside her. A gasp escaped her lips as the air was driven from her lungs, then she quickly began to moan as the pleasure of sexual union slowly took over. The other two nuns stared in rapt attention as my cock pumped in and out of their companions eagerly yielding pussy. The wet sounds of my mighty prick pounding in and out of her sopping hole reached their ears and, I could tell, excited them both. “Yes – yes!” Maria moaned in ecstasy as her tight cunt was stretched by my raging cock. “HARDER – HARDER – PLEASE!” She urged me, her hips moving back to take my cock in still deeper. I speeded up, my cock slamming into her like a hammer, each stroke taking me deep inside her. My balls slapped against her swollen clitoris as I drove into her again and again, until her thighs began to tremble, her ass cheeks began to quiver. “YES – PLEASE – DON’T STOP!” she begged, her body starting to shake as her orgasm prepared to explode within her. She threw her head back and screamed her climax to the world. Her inner muscles clutched the shaft of my pounding dick, holding it, caressing it. I continued to pound my meaty cock into her quaking body, driving her to one shattering orgasm after another, until she collapsed on the ground – spent – exhausted – satiated. I stood over Maria as she lay on the grass, her body heaving with each breath, bathed in sweat and sticky with her own juices. I walked slowly over to the other two nuns and untied the younger one. I half led, half dragged her to where Maria lay. Passion and lust still clouded Maria’s eyes, her mouth hung open as she drew long, ragged breaths. I tore the robes from the young nuns body. She stood there naked and afraid before our gaze. Her body was attractive, but nothing like Maria’s supple form, and not even in the same class as my dead Flower. “Maria, do you want still more pleasure, more ecstasy?” I asked evenly. Maria writhed on the ground, her legs open, her arms raised to me. “No, not me, your companion here. Would you like to feel her mouth on you?” Maria moaned, smiled and licked her lips. “Would you like to feel her tongue probing inside you?” Maria’s hands went to her heaving breasts and massaged them, the nipples stiffened. I forced the young nun to her knees between Maria’s legs, then pushed her head down until her mouth was pressed to Maria’s wet, open, hungry pussy. Maria began to move immediately, grinding her hot cunt against the other nuns mouth as her legs wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to Maria’s wet, writhing hole. “MONSTER! SON OF SATAN!” the older nun shouted, “Your soul will burn in HELL!” I turned to her and fixed her eyes with mine, “Yours will be there waiting for me,” I said in a calm, cold voice. Ignoring her curses, I returned my attention to the two women on the ground, locked in heir heated embrace. They had shifted positions and now each was enjoying the nectar of the other as their faces were buried in each others, willing, cunt. I watched as both women climaxed with, violent, shattering, all consuming orgasms. They moaned and cried their satisfaction and pleasure. I allowed them to enjoy their mutual ecstasy for a few more moments, before lifting my captive and tying her beside her superior. I returned to where Maria lay and lifted her to her feet. I held her to my chest and whispered, “You have pleased me – you shall live.” She embraced me and admitted that she had never known such delight as when we were making love. She whispered that she could go on like this forever. “We can, you know, go on forever,” I told her softly, “I can bestow the gift of life on you. You would never age, never be ill, and . . .” I stopped before saying “. . . never die.” “Was your woman like that?” Maria asked, her voice as soft as her eyes. I just nodded. “She was so very beautiful – I mourn her loss with you.” My powers of perception told me she spoke the truth. “It was Mother Superior and the other monk. They were the ones that feared her and had her slain.” Maria lowered her eyes and hung her head. I sensed the shame she felt. “And the other one?” I asked, indicating the naked captive tied to the post. “She seemed to enjoy it – watching your woman die.” I gathered Maria into my arms and held her. I waited long moments before asking the all important question, “Would you like to be as Flower of the Moon was? Strong? Forever youthful and vital?” She nodded, and I kissed her lips, gently, tenderly. “Then it shall be so,” I said, my erect cock brushing the lips of her young pussy, still open and very wet. As we sank to the soft grass, my cock entered her easily. I began thrusting hard and fast. Maria gasped as I slammed my dick into her waiting, willing body. I pumped my cock into her with hard, deep strokes. She quickly reached the edge as her body began to shake and quiver in the grasp of, yet another devastating orgasm. Her juices began flowing, her body quaking and her inner muscles clutching the pounding shaft of my raging cock. Her heels beat on my back, her fingernails raked my shoulders. I made a cut beneath my left breast, as my lips grazed her long, exposed throat. At the instant Maria’s climax exploded she began thrusting her hips hard against me, strong fluid motions as my needle like fangs sank into her vein. Her blood, hot, sweet and nourishing flowed into my body as I sucked it from her. I could feel her slipping into the eternal sleep of death. I tasted briefly of her life force before placing her pale lips to my bleeding chest and willing her to drink. She sucked the oozing, red, powerful blood into her mouth and swallowed. Her body spasmed as the potency of my blood flowed through her, enriching her, changing her, making her one of MY kind. When the spasms of her body ceased, she lay there in my arms, her eyes clear now as she stared into mine. In moments I had given her all the truths I had learned from Flower. Maria smiled and tightened her arms around me. “There are so many voices. . .” she whispered. “How can I silence them?” “You hear the minds of your kin – the rest of our kind – in time you will be able to put them into the back of your mind, as I have learned to do.” She rested her head on my chest for a moment, then asked, “Why do my veins feel so hot? My mouth so dry?” “It is the hunger. You must feed before it will subside.” I looked at the two, horrified, nuns. “I think you should feed on the old one. I have plans for the one that so enjoyed Flower’s agony.” “You are My Prince and My Master – the choice is yours to make.” Maria said, her head bowed. “Lift your head, Maria. We are immortals. We bow our head to no one, not even to each other.” I held her chin in my hand. “The old one claims virginity. If this is true, her blood will be especially rich and nourishing for you.” As Maria and I approached the two nuns, we could see the looks of complete terror on their faces. Maria approached the Mother Superior, while I inspected the cords that held the younger to her post. As I deliberately piled limbs and twigs about the base of he post, I heard the muffled scream of the older nun. Maria had begun feeding. I looked at the young nun, the look of fear in her eyes was very satisfying. “So you enjoy watching someone burn do you? Well now you will have the pleasure of not only watching, but feeling, the lick of the flames as they consume your flesh.” I blew new life into the smoldering torch that I had taken from the monk. As it flared, I held it before my victim. I touched the brand to the tinder and flames began to grow around her feet. Maria returned to my side and we stood watching as the pyre grew. I rejoiced in the agonized screams from the center of the flames, knowing that Flower was being revenged. I turned to Maria, “You have fed well.” I bent down and kissed her blood stained lips, tasting the virgin blood of the old nun. “She WAS a virgin.” Cries of anguish, pain and despair filled our ears as I took Maria by the hand, “Daylight approaches Maria. We must return to the village to rest. When night returns, we will hunt together, then the villagers will consecrate you as their new Princess, and we will make love.” Maria understood and I summoned the mist to speed our return to the village. We could hear the nuns dying screams as the heavy mist enveloped us. The villagers mourned the death of Flower and accepted Maria as the new consort of their Prince. As we lay there in the hut, our minds calming and our bodies approaching the threshold of death, Flower of the Moon came to my mind and spoke to it. “My Prince, my love, my time here had come to an end – such is fate. Do not mourn for me for you have avenged me. For this I am grateful. This young woman is wise beyond her years, she will be a good Princess for our people. You, my love, must prepare to return to your own world. Your powers will let you rejoin that world. Grow and seek a lover from your own world, for there is one much closer than you realize. She will need you, and she needs to become one of US. You must remain here for the same span of time as we had together, then you must leave.” She vanished as swiftly as she had arrived, and I drifted over the boundary between life and the undeath of the daylight. When the sun finally retreated before the white cold of the moon, Maria and I rose from our rest. “First we must hunt, then you will be consecrated to the village.” I told her, lifting her to her feet. We left the hut and stepped into the gathering mist. In moments we were atop the central mountain of the island. With my guidance, Maria was able to prey upon a panther, as I had done. She too felt the sorrow I had felt when she drained the creatures life force. “I shall never again prey upon such a magnificent and doomed creature,” she said, almost weeping. I gathered her into my arms. “Make love to me My Prince.” she whispered, her fingers closing around my stiffening cock. Placing my hands on her smooth hips, I knelt before her, drawing her to my face. Her downy pussy was moist and sweet smelling as my tongue flicked out and caressed her parting lips. At the touch of my tongue Maria drew her breath in, sharply, then held my head to her cunt so I could lave her with my hungry mouth. Maria’s climax came quickly, making her knees weak as her body shook with pleasure. I gently lowered her to the, soft, ground and moved between her open legs. My cock slipped into her welcoming pussy and I felt her swollen lips caressing the rigid shaft as it plunged deep inside her. Our bodies moved together, the ancient rhythm making wet sounds in the night as my balls slapped against the crease of her ass. I began pounding my cock into her hard and fast – she responded, beating her heels against my back and raking my shoulders wither her fingernails. Our mouths met, tongues playing and dancing as our bodies thrust together. I could feel Maria approaching her climax, I felt my own building deep within me. “When we come, we will taste each others blood.” I mentally instructed her. The exchange of blood between vampires is a sacred rite, enhanced all the more by the moment of sexual release. As my climax erupted, I sank my fangs into Maria’s pulsing jugular vein – she did the same to me. We drank deeply of each others blood – the power of it – the richness of it – sent new energy flowing through us. My semen poured into Maria’s hungry cunt as my hot blood flowed into her sucking mouth. Just as we began to taste the others life force, we withdrew our fangs an relished in the totality of our orgasms. As our sexual peaks ebbed, we moved apart to let the cool night breeze drift over our heated flesh. We remained silent for long moments, gazing at the stars and basking in the cool light of the moon. “The villagers will be waiting to consecrate you,” I said, finally breaking he silence. “What is involved?” she asked, curiosity, not fear shown in her eyes. “A boy, a virgin, ready to step into manhood will be selected. He will be the best the village has, and he will be presented to you.” “What am I to do with him?” “Ease his passage into manhood. Our village considers a sexual act with a woman to be the first act of a man. To have that woman be the Princess, is a great honor. For your part, merely let him make love to you, then feed from him at the moment of his climax.” “Feed from him?” she questioned. “You need not let him die, just the taste of his life force will be strong enough.” Maria sat up and looked at me. “Was this what Flower did?” “Yes, and I too have been presented with virgin girls. I chose not to deflower them, so they were given back to their families alive and intact. With the Princess it is somewhat different.” “You never took their virginity?” “Well, I did once. She was a vision, and I took her at the urging of her father. The ways of our village are sometimes strange, but they are the ways of our village.” We let the mist carry us back to the village and stepped from it into a circle of villagers. Their faces shown with excitement as they greeted their Prince, and their new Princess. A man and a woman, flanking a young man of no more than fourteen years, stepped into the circle. The boy was tall and a little gangly, but his handsome young face bore an expression of excitement and anticipation. “My Princess,” the man began, “we offer you our son. We hope you find him worthy to return our boy to us as a man.” I, Vampire Ch. 01 Maria looked at me. “You must take him here, in the circle.” I instructed her mentally. She took the boy into her arms and kissed him, deeply and passionately. Her hands moved over his young body, finding his growing cock and stroking it slowly, drawing to full erection. The boy’s hands were not still either, they moved, tentatively over Maria’s breasts, her hips, her ass, her wet pussy. Locked in a passionate embrace, they sank to the ground and Maria lay back, her legs open. She guided him to her, holding the head of his cock to the vestibule of her wet cunt and moving it up and down, making him groan in anticipation, and making her pussy drip with excitement. After a few moments of this torment, Maria drew him into her and wrapped her legs around his torso. The boys energy came to the fore as he fucked Maria with a fury beyond his years. But his youth betrayed him as he reached the pinnacle quickly. When Maria felt his balls tighten, her teeth pierced his jugular vein. As his cock erupted in Maria’s cunt, she drank – deeply. She released him as the first taste of his life reached her lips. I motioned the boys parents to come lift him from Maria’s panting form. I took his place and brought My Princess to orgasm before the assemble village. Her moans of passion and ecstasy filled the circle and the villagers began to sing and cheer as their new Princess was fully consecrated by their Prince. Maria’s tight cunt gripped my pounding shaft as I thrust into her hard and fast, pushing her to orgasm even as my balls drew tight and full. Our orgasms exploded together, our passion given voice by our cries of pleasure and fulfillment. My cock pulsed within Maria’s tightly clutching pussy – her juices flowing over my pumping cock as her legs held me tight. Maria’s inner muscles milked my cock, draining every drop from it before she relaxed her velvet clutch. I stayed there for a while, my cock held within Maria’s hot pussy. When I made to rise, Maria pushed me over on to my back. “Now, My Prince, I must pay homage to you,” she whispered, moving to kneel between my legs, “and I want our people to watch.” Maria took my flagging cock in her soft hand and stroked it before lowering her face and capturing my resurgent manhood in her warm, wet mouth. With an abandon she began sucking my cock. It quickly regained it’s earlier rigidity. Maria’s lips and tongue moved over my cock flesh, alternately licking – sucking – kissing my cock while her hands caressed and fondled my quickly filling balls. From the villagers I heard a whispered phrase; “. . . this new Princess worships our Prince. . .” Perhaps that was true, perhaps Maria was worshiping me. If so, it would strengthen our rule over the village, if not, it would do nothing to weaken it. My mind quickly returned to the exquisite torment that Maria was putting me through. Her mouth was a wet furnace as her head moved slowly down my shaft until her nose was buried in my pubic hair, and my cock head was buried in her spasming throat. “My Prince,” her mind spoke to me, “I thirst for you, hunger for you, let me drink deep of you.” I could feel my balls filling, quickly growing tight against me as Maria’s mouth sucked my raging cock into her throat again and again. I would hold back no longer – my orgasm built within me like a tropical storm, growing, boiling up from deep inside my loins to erupt in a torrent of semen pouring into Maria’s throat. Her throat spasmed as she eagerly swallowed my cum. Her tongue licking the under side of my pulsing cock as she drank every drop that poured from the swollen head. She milked my cock dry, then released it with one long, last, lingering stroke of her tongue. She sat back on her heels, “My Prince, I have been consecrated to the village, and I have consecrated my self to you.” I stood and lifted Maria to her feet. To the east, I could see the sky beginning to grow light. “Dawn approaches, we must rest.” For the next five years we ruled our village together. We hunted and fed, and from time to time, forayed to the mainland. The occasional ship came to our island, but there were no more missionaries, nor were there any more soldiers. The night mist allowed us to move over the smooth sea, attacking pirates as they slept. Our villagers would then transport the cargo in their small boats. The pirate vessels were always burned lest some trace be found of how they were slain. The village prospered, and was now able to defend itself with the weapons taken from the pirate ships. We had grown strong and the elders had gained knowledge and wisdom. Maria was a formidable Princess, wise beyond her years, strong, brave and compassionate. She was ready – she would resist, but she was ready. “Maria,” I whispered as we woke from our rest. “You are a good Princess, the people love and respect you. It is time for you to rule alone.” “NO!” She sat up and faced me, panic in her voice. “You must not leave – I need you – I love you.” “Maria, you are a wonderful lover, and I have delighted in bringing you pleasure as I have delighted in the pleasure you have given me. The only woman I have ever really loved was slain five years ago. There can be no other for me.” Maria cried for a time, then looked up at me and caressed my cheek. “She was so fortunate to have been loved by you, even for as short a time as you were together. I know she loved you, as I love you, but I know also, that you must go. Flower of the Moon has visited my mind, as she has yours. I knew this day was coming, but I have dreaded it.” Maria covered my mouth with hers as her hand sought out my cock and began to caress it. Her soft fingers moved up and down the hardening shaft as she whispered against my lips, “I want you My Prince. I want you to make love to all of me this night.” Saying this she bent down and took my rock hard prick into her mouth. Slowly, her tongue pressing the underside of the rigid shaft, she slid my cock into her hungry mouth until the head was lodged in her throat. I groaned with the intensity of the sensation. Maria’s lips wrapped about my cock as she moved her head up and down, her saliva making the shaft glisten in the dim torch light. Her fingers fondled and caressed my balls as she brought me quickly to the edge – and held me there. I lay back and allowed Maria to control my orgasm. She did not wait much longer as she released her grip on the base of my cock and hot semen burst from the head of my dick to pour into the thirsty mouth – down her spasming throat. I groaned and moaned as my cum poured into her mouth, flooding it and overflowing down her chin. Maria rejoiced in my climax – the feel of my cock pulsing in her mouth. Even as it deflated, she refused to relinquish it, renewing her sucking and fondling in an effort to rejuvenate my erection. She succeeded. After a few moments of this sucking, licking and fondling treatment my cock responded – feeble twitches at first, then it grew harder and harder, until it stood, ready and eager for her. While her mouth was busy making me ready, Maria’s fingers were busy making her waiting pussy hot, wet and open for me. She released my erection from her mouth and moved to straddle it. She guided my raging cock to her cunt, brushing the soft wet curls of her pussy with the swollen head before impaling herself on the rigid dagger of my cock. I could feel Maria’s cuntlips kissing their way down the throbbing shaft, her inner muscles clutching me. Her cunt held and caressed my shaft as it was buried deep inside her. My prick was surrounded by hot, wet flesh, heated by passion made still hotter by burning desire. Our hips began to move – smooth – fluid motion, amplifying and magnifying our lust and the pleasure of our union. I could feel Maria beginning to cum, her pussy clenching around my cock as her body trembled and shook in violent, shuddering convulsions. Her orgasm was monumental as her juices flowed over my pumping cock and flowed out to puddle on my belly. I kept on pounding my cock into her eager, willing body, each thrust harder and more powerful than the last. Incredibly, my balls were filling again, the excitement growing again in my loins. I could feel, too, the burning hunger in my veins – my passion for this woman, and my lust for blood mixing and mingling within me. I could tell that Maria was feeling the same mix of sensations as well. As we neared our mutual climax, we placed our fangs to each others throat. At the instant of orgasm – two vampires fed from each other. Our nervous systems exploded as the hot blood flowed into our veins – powerful blood – magical blood – vampires blood. We came together in an explosion of passion and lust such as has never been seen on this earth before – and might never be seen again. Blood and cum flowed over our bodies. We captured each other completely and totally – our veins pumping – our lips sucking – our loins pounding against one another. We withdrew our fangs as we wilted from the power of this multiple explosion of passion. My cock still buried in her, Maria whispered. “There is still more of me to make love to My Prince. Remember?” I pulled my still hard cock from her clutching pussy and rested it between the soft, warm mounds of her breasts. A small tickle of blood ran down the moist valley that cradled my cock. She squeezed her breasts together and I slid my prick up and down inside hot tunnel she had made for me. At the apex of each stroke, Maria’s tongue flicked out and licked up the pearly drops of fluid that oozed from the dark, swollen head of my cock. My balls filled again – I speeded up my movements – my cock running up and down this soft, warm valley faster and faster as Maria’s lips and tongue met my cock with each stroke. Hot cum poured, once more, from me, pearly ropes of semen falling on Maria’s heaving breasts, her soft lips, her hungry tongue. She licked my cock as her hands massaged my semen into the soft skin of her breasts. Her licking and sucking prevented my cock from growing soft. To my amazement, my cock was growing harder, more ready to please this hungry, wanton woman before me. Maria moved around onto her hands and knees. Her glistening wet pussy and firm heart shaped ass presented to me – inviting me. I knelt behind her and placed the head of my rigid cock to the puckered rosebud of her ass. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. “Yes My Prince. Please – inside me – please,” she urged, wiggling her firm ass against the head of my cock. Slowly I pushed into her virgin asshole. At first there was resistance and pain – then acceptance and pleasure as my cock head moved through the tight ring of her sphincter. The heat and tightness were unbelievable as I soon had my entire length buried in this tight, hot paradise. Maria released her asscheeks and moved her fingers to her soaking wet pussy. She began to move her fingers in and out of herself – pleasuring herself – her fingers making wet sounds as they moved. My hips moved quickly, driving my rock hard dick into her yielding, virginal ass. The clutch it had on my shaft was like a strong hand stroking my cock up and down. The heat was like a torch, searing my flesh. “YES MY PRINCE! YES! HARDER!” she cried, urging me to fuck her even more violently. My cock pounded her tight asshole without mercy – driving deeper with each thrust until she cried out in agonized pleasure and came in a great flow just instants before my own climax crashed over and through me. Hot cum streamed from my pulsing dick into Maria’s tight, clenching ass – her waiting bowels. Our climax went on and on – each responding to the other – returning it spasm for spasm, until we were both spent. We collapsed on our bed and let our breathing return to normal before we spoke again. It was Maria who broke the silence. “You will leave me this night, won’t you, My Prince?” her eyes were saddened, but strong. “Yes Maria, I must be gone before the moon is high. I have a long way to travel before the sun again threatens me.” I kissed Maria tenderly – a fond farewell kiss – knowing that we might meet again, in another place or time. Her sad eyes stay in my mind as they did that night. I stepped into the gathering mist – the wings of the night. Behind I left Maria – to rule our people. I,Vampire Ch. 02 I, Vampire Part 2: Homecoming My name is Thomas, my story began in the minor work, “I, Vampire, Beginnings” it continues here in. Homecoming It had been more than sixteen years since I had seen my home – my mortal family. They would have changed, grown older, while I would not have changed at all. My journey home had been a long and convoluted one, I was forced to make my way to the town of my mortal birth travelling only at night – resting during the daylight hours. I had been able to bring sufficient treasure with me from the island to finance my travels – as well as to clothe myself in more fashionable attire. It took almost a year to reach my destination – there I was greeted by dreadful news. In my absence my family had died, all save my young sister Bess. Bess was my youngest sibling, she was but ten when I left home – now she would be a woman grown. I learned that she had married and, with her husband Jacob, lived on the family land. Just after sunset, I arrived at the door of the great house and lifted the knocker. The door was opened by a large black. I handed him my calling card, and I asked to see the mistress of the house. The servant left me in the foyer and went to seek Bess. In moments a strikingly beautiful woman descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine. I detected hints of both recognition and disbelief in her glowing blue eyes. “Good sir,” she began politely, “you resemble my late brother, and bear the same name. But he is dead these many years – and you are so young.” She could not believe I was alive. “Do you remember that spring when you climbed the oak tree near the stable? How you fell and cut your side?” I looked into her eyes – they deepened in color. She began to realize that I was, in fact, her brother. “I don’t know how – but I know you are Thomas.” Bess threw herself into my arms, her body wracking with sobs, “We all knew you were dead. How did – how could – I’m so confused.” She smiled through her tears and kissed my face. “Tell me of your husband,” I said, holding my sister close. “His name is Jacob, Jacob Funtleroy. We were married five years ago, right after Father died.” “Why does he live on our fathers land? Has he no property of his own?” “His family lost all they had and were bound over for debtors prison. Were it not for the income from this place, they would have been deported.” “So, you are supporting them all, and paying their debts,” I said with more than a hint of disapproval. Bess smiled and nodded, I was dismayed by her naivete’. “And what does Jacob do to support HIS family?” I inquired, I was beginning to dislike this man – a lot. “Well – he’s trying to regain his family’s fortune, of course.” “And how is he doing that?” Bess had no chance to answer for Jacob chose that moment to return home. His breath reeked of ale and his clothing of rosewater. I knew where he had been, but Bess, dear sweet Bess, had no idea. “Who the Hell is HE?” he shouted – thrusting a finger at me as he swayed in a drunken stupor. “He’s my brother, Thomas, the one . . .” “Your damned brother’s dead – like the rest of your worthless family.” He stumbled and fell into a large chair. Before I could retaliate, he was passed out and snoring loudly. Bess tried to go to him, but my hand on her wrist restrained her. The movement caused the sleeve of her frock to ride up and reveal the scars of ropes. Ropes tied too tightly – and too often. “What are these Bess?” “Jacob thinks I’m too independent – so he punishes me.” “Do you enjoy it?” I let my mind probe hers. “Not when he’s been drinking. When he’s drunk he hurts me.” She turned and shrugged the frock from her shoulders to reveal the crisscross scars of a whip. I was too furious to do anything but hold her at arms length. When I had calmed down, I entered her mind and revealed myself to her as I was now. Bess accepted me as I was and moved into my arms – her arms moving around my neck. “Welcome home – my brother,” she whispered as she kissed me – on the mouth. This was not the kiss of brother and sister – it was filled with the fire of passion – the intensity of lust as her tongue sought entrance to my mouth. I opened my lips and our tongues played and danced – the heat of our kiss rising, our bodies responding to the desire we were calling forth. It was I that broke the kiss – again holding Bess at arms length. “Why did you not tell me this when I first arrived?” I wanted to know. “I didn’t even know you were alive. How could I pour out my soul to the brother I had loved and lost sixteen years ago.” Sobs wracked her body as I gathered her into my arms again. She lifted her face to me – her lustrous eyes half closed and filled with tears, passion and love. Her soft red lips parted in invitation. Our kiss, this time, was a searing union of two beings, each trying to inhale the soul of the other. When, at last, the breathless separation came, Bess took my hand and led me into the bedchamber. “I have wanted you since I was a child – you have always been the one I desired. Even when Jacob was inside me, it was you I was making love to.” As she spoke, she unfastened her frock and let it fall to the floor. Quickly she disposed of the rest of her clothing and stood before me – naked, a radiant goddess. Her hair, like spun gold, reflected the candlelight, her eyes glowing with the fire of the passion that burned within them. Bess’ breasts were firm and high set. Her nipples were an inviting dark red – her waist was amazingly slender, it flared out to smooth rounded hips that trailed off to firm tapered thighs and graceful columns of her legs. She turned around so that I might see all of her. “Do you like what you see?” she asked coyly, her eyes smoldering, her dark red nipples growing firm. “Yes – yes I like what I see very much – and I desire you.” She approached and fell to her knees before me. Quickly she had my breeches undone and around my ankles. Her hands took my awakening cock in their soft – tender grasp. I looked at my beautiful sister and whispered “I cannot receive pleasure with any but my own kind. But I can pleasure you.” “Without your pleasure there can be none for me.” She thought for long moments then said, defiantly, “Then make me one of your kind – now – tonight – that we may pleasure each other as lovers should.” I probed deep into her mind – she knew what she was asking, and meant every word of it. Flower of the Moon entered my mind – her beauty still as radiant as it had been. She spoke to my mind, “She is the one, My Prince, make her yours for all eternity.” She was gone. “Very well, my sister, my lover – it shall be so.” I held my arms out to her and she came into their circle. My hands were gentle on her breasts as I played with the firm nipples, drawing them into their full erection. Caressing her with my lips and fingers, I lifted her to the bed and knelt between her long, sensuous legs. “At the moment of your climax, I will make you one with me, and one of my kind,” I reassured her. She smiled, and held her arms out to me. I shook my head and lowered my lips to her sweet, soft, down covered pussy. My tongue traveled the length of her moist slit until the pouting lips began to grow wetter and to part slightly. My cock was raging hard by now – the anticipation of this union – this joining – this love so taboo in most mortal cultures, sent my desire soaring. When she was wet, her pussy dripping with her lubricating fluid, her head thrashing from side to side, I moved up to cover her body with mine. The head of my cock brushed the wet, parted lips of her waiting pussy. In one thrust I drove into her hot, eager body. Bess wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her as she clenched her cunt muscles around my rigid cock. I began moving faster and faster, slamming my cock into her hungry cunt with an animal ferocity. “Oh yes – my darling,” she panted, “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” She was moaning, her words slurred by passion as I pounded my cock into her steaming pussy. I could feel her orgasm building as her muscles tightened and relaxed, her breathing becoming more rapid. Her thighs were trembling as her whole body shook. It was time. I opened a small cut beneath my left breast, then lowered my mouth to Bess’ warm, pulsing, ivory white throat. My needle sharp fangs just grazing her tender flesh – her jugular vein pumping steadily beneath my waiting teeth. “Oh YES!” Bess hissed, her tight cunt clutching the shaft of my cock tighter, her legs clenching around me as her body quaked and shook with ecstasy as wave after wave of a shattering climax broke over her. I clutched her to me as my teeth penetrated the soft skin of her throat and sank into the pulsing vein. She gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I slowly drank her rich, warm blood. As Bess lay there – writhing about – her blood flowing into me, I felt her life force begin to flow into me. I pressed her cool lips to the cut under my breast. As if by instinct, she began to suck. My blood flowed into her body and she became mine forever. My sister – my lover – my daughter – one woman – one heart – one body. As Bess changed, so did my ability to reach a climax, she was now one of my own kind. I could feel her being reborn as I held her. Her eyelids fluttered revealing a new light in her blue eyes, they glowed with a new fire. Her face took on a new look as well – more passionate – more wanton – more filled with carnal hunger than before. “Now, my lover, fill me with your seed until I overflow.” Bess urged, tightening her inner muscles around my pulsating cock. Her heels beat upon my back as her fingernails raked across my shoulders. Our loins moved as if they had minds of their own – my cock stabbing into her hungry pussy, her pussy milking my cock like a milkmaids hand. I felt her begin to shudder once again – her legs clenched around me as she pressed her lips to mine. I could feel my balls filling at last – aching, now, for release. Bess threw her head back and moaned her ecstasy loudly as my cum boiled up my pounding shaft to erupt into her hot, tight, hungry pussy. When our orgasms had ebbed – and our breathing returned to normal – we dressed and returned to the salon. “You can’t stay here any longer, my love,” I told her softly. “That thing you married would grow suspicious in a short time.” “I’ll go with you my darling – my master.” She kissed my lips just as Jacob was coming too. “Wha – what’s going on here?” he demanded, swaying slightly on his unsteady legs. He charged us and pushed Bess aside. “What have you two been doing? As if I didn’t know. Brother, HAH!” He spat in my face. I remained calm and offered his mind a mild suggestion. Perhaps his family had been of quality at one time, because the suggestion took hold. He made what would be a fatal mistake. “I challenge you sir!” he slurred, slapping me across the cheek. I stepped back and bowed slightly, “I am at your service,” I responded, adding, “I believe the choice of time, place and weapons is mine.” Jacob nodded curtly – he was sobering up quickly. “My second will call on you two days hence, sir, in the morning,” I informed him, then held out my hand to Bess. “My sisters name and honor have been sullied sir. Until this matter is settled, she will not remain here.” With Jacob sputtering in the salon, we walked out the door and into the wings of the night. We stepped from the mist in a graveyard. “Over there, my love, “ I pointed to a large crypt. “It will shelter us from the sun.” “Where will you find a second?” Bess asked. I hadn’t thought of that yet. “We still have a little time. Do you know any gentlemen that you can trust?” Bess blushed, “One or two.” Was all she said. I smiled as I deduced what this transaction meant, “Did you enjoy them?” She simply nodded, adding, “Not as much as I enjoyed you.” She caressed my face tenderly. “Come,” I said, taking her hand, “we must rest now. “ I lay down on the moist earth and held out my arms to Bess. She slid into them and we closed our eyes. “When you awaken, you will be aware – as I was after the first night.” I kissed her gently on the lips and we drifted off, into the undeath of our sleep. As the sun set the next evening, we woke to the burning of our hunger. Bess felt it more than I, but we both needed blood. We made our way to the seedier part of town. There we happened upon a prostitute and her client of the moment. It was over quickly, but now Bess was invested with human blood. Her hunger had receded – for now. “Seek out one of your ‘friends’ and ask him to come with you. Bring him to the inn on the Post Road. Let him think you’re still interested in him if that will help.” Bess smiled, “That should be easy enough.” “Remember, my love, now you can only be satisfied by one of our kind – and we don’t need any more of us – just yet.” Bess hurried off to find her friend and I made my way to the inn. After about two hours, as I was poking a knife at some burned animal flesh – something that, in another life I would gladly have eaten, Bess entered with a young man, he was obviously of gentle birth. They came directly to my table. “Edward, “ Bess began, “this is my brother Thomas – we thought him dead these last ten years. He’s only just returned.” We shook hands. His grip was firm but his hand soft. He was a nice looking young man, tall and slender, with thinning hair the color of wheat. “I need a second, sir, for an affair of honor.” I looked him in the eyes. “My sister assures me that your are of gentle birth and of the utmost discretion. Is she correct on both of these statements?” “She is sir. May I inquire as to your opponent?” Bess responded, “Jacob – my husband.” Edward gave her a strange look, then turned back to me. “May I further inquire. . .” “You may not, sir.” The matter was dropped. “What do you wish of me sir?” the young man asked, wanting to please Bess. “As the challenged party, the choices are mine to make. I wish you to communicate them to my opponent, and I would like you to stand with me on the field.” “I would consider it an honor and a privilege to be of service to the family of this fine lady, in any way I can.” The young man was either a excellent liar – or a fool. Bess smiled as she read my thoughts. “He’s a bit of a fool,” she answered from her mind. “So – my choice of weapon; sabers. The time; one hour after sunset tomorrow. The place,” I smiled grimly, “the paupers graveyard outside of town.” I leaned back and summoned the innkeeper, “A full measure of your finest ale, sir, for my friend.” When we had finished our ale, I reminded Bess that we must leave soon. Edward was crestfallen. “May I speak with Edward alone for a few moments Thomas?” Bess asked with a coy smile. I grinned and nodded as they rose from the table and walked toward the back of the inn. Bess returned a few minutes later, alone, and with a smug look on her face. “That didn’t take too long did it?” She licked her soft lips slightly. “Shall we go?” I took her arm and we strolled out into the night. “Is it true, my love, that at the moment of sexual climax the blood is at its richest and hottest?” I laughed, “Keep that in mind when it’s time to feed on young Edward.” “One more question – is there another place on the body where the blood flows as freely as the throat?” I laughed again, knowing her thoughts, “The inner thigh, my devious love. Tonight you were so near too.” We both laughed as we walked the dark, quiet streets – hunting. Behind a stable we came upon two lovers locked in a passionate embrace. Their hearts beat strong and their blood ran hot. The girl’s legs were wrapped around her lover’s waist as he leaned her against the wall and pounded his young cock into her willing body. Their moans told us they were near the point when they would become our victims. As they grunted their orgasms, we sprang. My fangs sank deeply into the girl’s throat, while Bess chose to drink from the young man’s thigh. Our bites added to their sexual ecstasy, making their blood that much richer, that much hotter. As I drank the girl’s life force I felt a renewed vigor – all her passion and energy passed to me as I let the empty shell that had been her body, slip to the ground. Bess and I smiled at each other as we stepped into the mist and returned to our haven. Once inside, Bess came to me and embraced me, “My darling – I need you – I want to make love to you – now.” She dropped to her knees and tore the bodice of her dress open. I reached down and cupped her heavy breasts, feeling their firmness as her nipples stiffened against my palms. I lifted her in my arms and placed her down on one of the cover stones. Bess looked at me – passion and desire in her eyes. I placed my hands between her knees – she opened them willingly – and I knelt between them. I ripped off her undergarments and lowered my lips to her down covered pussy. Bess squirmed as my tongue moved up and down her wet slit, finally concentrating on her swelling clitoris. My hands moved beneath her ass and lifted her to my mouth. My tongue flicked up and down her cunt lips, licking the moisture that clung to her fine pubic hair, then probed deep inside her. Bess clutched my tongue with her inner muscles – trying to hold it within her. My mouth devoured her pussy, licking, sucking, kissing the soft wet flesh until I felt her body begin to quake. Bess’ orgasm was sudden and shattering. She cried out her ecstasy, thrashing her head from side to side – clutching at me – writhing her hips. “Take me, my brother – take me now – I beg you.” I lifted my face from her soaking pussy and moved atop her, my cock poised at the wet vestibule of her cunt. The lips of Bess’ pussy were swollen and wet as they welcomed the head of my cock. With a long, deliberate stroke I drove my cock into her eager cunt. Bess moaned in pleasure as her tight pussy accepted my cock – closing around it like a hot, wet, welcoming shroud of flesh. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me to her – plunging my cock still deeper into her eager body. Our hips began to move together, her fingernails raking my shoulders as my raging cock pounded into her, my balls slapping her ass as I bored into her sweet, tight cunt. She began to shudder, her thighs trembling as her orgasm approached – building deep within her. My balls filled quickly as my own climax began roiling through the center of my being – a storm building to a crescendo as my cum surged up the shaft of my cock to explode within Bess’ hungry body. Bess’ legs tightened around me – her hot pussy clutched my shaft, holding it within her as her own shattering orgasm burst inside her. Her muscles trembled as she pumped her cunt on my cock, her feet drumming on my back. “YES!” she urged, “YES! HARDER!” My throbbing cock drove into her harder – each pulsating stroke – each thrust sending another load of hot cum pouring into her. Bess’ juices were flowing like a river – combining with mine to overflow her cunt and run down the tightly clenched crease of her ass. Her pussy milked me dry – my cock deflating, I slipped from atop her and lay beside her, still trembling, body. “We must rest now my love,” I said, my voice as steady as I could manage. “Edward will be delivering my terms to Jacob. Unless he shows himself to be the craven that he is, by this time tomorrow night, you’ll be a propertied widow.” “And if her refuses to stand against you?” Bess asked, her lips at my ear. “What then my love?” I,Vampire Ch. 02 I smiled and looked at my sister/lover, “Why then, he becomes your prey.” She kissed me and snuggled close. “Thank you my darling,” she purred softly before closing hr eyes. The Duel We awoke at sunset and fed. A pair of beggars, who would be missed by no one – we would feast later on in the night. We met Edward at the inn, and drove to the graveyard in his carriage. “This is a very nice brougham, Edward, and I must compliment on the spirit of your team.” “Thank you Thomas, they are magnificent animals,” the young man was justly proud. I sat in the rear seat with Bess next to Edward in the backward seat. When we reached the appointed place I was a little surprised to see Jacob already there. He had two seconds with him, of course, and was testing the blade of a very handsome saber. “Stay in the carriage, Bess,” I instructed her. “You’ll be able to see everything from here and there’s no point in you making a display of attending your husband’s death.” Edward agreed, and we both kissed her hand. While Edward went to confer with Jacob’s seconds, I doffed my cape and drew my own saber (Bess had kept my fathers old one) and tossed the scabbard into the carriage. I made a show of flexing the blade and inspecting the edge for nicks – this would not help my opponent feel at ease. Edward approached, “Your opponent’s second urges you to call off this contest. Jacob is willing to apologize to you.” “It’s not me he wronged. He wronged Bess, his wife, MY SISTER. NO!” I shouted so as to be heard by Jacob, “There will be no apologies accepted.” We walked side by side to where Jacob waited with his seconds. Edward introduced each of them to me – self important layabouts, both of them, scion of some wealthy planters. Bess had recognized them when we drove up. Jacob and I studied each other as the umpire informed us that a contestant dropping his weapon would be permitted to recover it before the duel resumed. Failure to do so would be judged a violation of the Code of the Duel and the offending party would be bound over for trial on charges of murder. We moved to a cleared place and faced each other in the classic fencing postures, first saluting, then ‘en guard.’ The steel of the blades rang in the gloaming as Jacob began slashing and hacking away at my ever moving blade. For the first moments I didn’t bother to attack, preferring to let Jacob tire himself. When it started to become apparent that I was toying with him, I had to mount a counter attack. This proved almost too easy. Beside being a drunk, Jacob was also a fool. He did not, therefore, expect an attack any different from that which he was using. My blade circled and parried as I looked at him, pressing a moment, then backing off. I began to press an attack, the point of my sword dancing back and forth as I grinned at Jacob and said, “Any butcher can kill with the edge.” I thrust quickly, sending my sword plunging into Jacobs chest, to the left of the breastbone. “It takes an artist to kill with the point,” I concluded, tipping my blade down to allow Jacobs body to slip to the ground. As I stood over him, his seconds rushed up to render what aid they could. “You’ve murdered this man, sir,” one of them accused as he saw that Jacobs wound was mortal. “He was willing to apologize.” “Sir, he impugned my honor, that of my family and that of his wife, my sister. The challenge was his.” “He’s no swordsman, sir.” the man responded. “I know,” I said quietly, turning on my heel and walking back to the carriage. As we drove back to the inn Edward warned that there would be repercussion because of this. “Jacob was a good for nothing lout, but he did have highly placed friends.” He was genuinely concerned. “Thomas, it would be best for you if you left.” “I’ve only just returned home. Back from the dead – so to speak – am I now to flee because I killed a man in a fair duel?” “I’m a barrister Thomas, I’ve seen men ruined, even sent to prison, for winning a fair duel with the wrong man.” “A barrister,” I mused, “would you then represent my sister and I should we elect to – ah – relocate for a time?” “As I said yesterday, it would be an honor to be of service to the family of this wonderful lady.” He kissed Bess’ hand. My mind linked with my sister’s, she already knew what I was going to suggest. “Yes my brother, it’s time to make him one of us. May I have him?” “Yes Bess, my love, but not tonight. Pleasure him, but do not take him – yet.” I stood and stretched, “I’m going to walk for a while, I need to work off the excitement of this evening – and give thought to what you’ve said Edward.” I knew the two of them would seize the opportunity to be alone for a while, so I walked around the corner and assumed the appearance of the young woman I had fed on the night before. When Bess and Edward left the inn, I followed the carriage. They pulled off the road into a thick stand of trees. Here Edward declared his undying love for Bess. They embraced and Edward’s hands worked the buttons on the front of her frock. In moments his face was buried between her firm breasts. She held his head there, stroking his hair. He raised his head and kissed her, deeply and passionately. When the kiss ended, Bess pushed him back on the seat and knelt between his legs. Her hands worked to unfasten his breeches, freeing his swelling cock. Bess took his puny organ in her mouth and began sucking it. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew the shaft as deep in her mouth as it would go – then she drew back, letting it slip wetly between her lips before sucking it in once more. Our minds linked once again, “I know my love – not tonight – I promise.” Her mind smiled at me, “Enjoying the performance?” “You are a sexual artist my love,” I complimented her on her skill. In moments Edwards thin body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure as he poured his semen in my sister’s hungry, and skillful, mouth. She made a point of licking his cock and balls clean before allowing him to dress, then she sat beside him on the velvet seat. “When will we make love again Bess?” Edward was almost pleading, “I need you so desperately. Your husband is dead, your brother will be leaving soon – there’s nothing to stop us anymore.” He almost got down on his knees. “Soon, sweet Edward, very, very soon. I must help put Jacobs affairs in order and see that my brother is safe. I expect you to help with both of these duties Edward.” She smiled coyly at him, “And I will show you such gratitude as you have never known.” She licked his ear quickly, then sat back on the seat. “We need to get back to the inn, Thomas will be worried about me.” I was, of course, waiting at my table when they returned. “Did you have a nice walk, my brother?” Bess kissed me on the cheek – in her most sisterly fashion. I just smiled and nodded. “We drove along the Post Road for a while,” Edward offered, “Bess feared you would be worried, so we didn’t stay out too long.” I could tell he was uneasy – he was talking to the man whose sister had just sucked his cock, and in a most satisfactory fashion. I could vouch for that myself. I dismissed his concern with a wave and got right down to business. “Edward, as a barrister, and our solicitor, we need you to resolve the matter of the house and lands.” I took a sip of wine, “These are our family lands, regardless of that sham of a marriage my sister was drawn into.” Edward nodded his agreement. I continued, “We need the titles cleared so that Bess may move back in without a lot of legal posturing by Jacob’s kin. Can you handle this?” Edward assured me he could, and would, handle everything. If Bess wished, she could move back in tomorrow. As the eldest male, I would have to execute the deeds and other documents and Edward would present them to the local magistrate as soon as the ink was dry. “Excellent, sir, excellent,” I complimented the young man. “I will expect you to bring the documents to our house tomorrow evening. We will also expect you to dine with us then as well.” “It would be an honor sir,” he said, concealing his excitement not at all. “One more thing,” I added. “Would it be possible for my sister, at least, to return to her home tonight? I don’t want her staying here – this inn is no place for a lady.” “I would be pleased to drive her there myself, sir,” he grinned. At least he didn’t call it an honor. I touched Bess’ mind, “I will be there as well my love. Tomorrow you may take him, fend him off this night though.” “I will my darling – I promise.” I was waiting in the salon when they arrived. Bess allowed Edward inside, but no farther than the foyer. “I’m only this day widowed darling,” she whispered, holding him off. “Tomorrow, when you’re here for supper, my brother retires early, then we can be together.” She kissed him, on the lips, a kiss filled with seductive promise. Frustrated, but with hope and anticipation in his heart, the young man left. “You did well my love,” I whispered from behind her. “Tomorrow you will have your first conquest. Will you first let him know what he will become?” “I must, my darling, I do care for him.” She turned and slipped her arms around my neck. “But you are my love – my lover – my Prince.” Her lips grazed mine lightly as her tongue caressed them. Laughing, she drew back, hanging from my neck by her loving arms. “You promised me a feast tonight, my lover, and I begin to hunger for it.” Bess’ smile revealed her sharply pointed fangs as her eyes began to glow with the red fire of her hunger. We undressed and covered ourselves with long flowing capes. We were now ready to travel. “Come then, sister mine, let us feast.” The mist left us by the side of a fine, moss covered, home. The front was framed in white columns and the doors massive oak. A mansion, staffed with slaves and home to one of the wealthiest planters in t he colony. “It nears midnight. The owner and his wife will be abed, their son and daughter will be as well. They are twins, about nineteen years old. They enjoy a, mortal, relationship much like our own.” I looked at Bess, she understood. “They’ll be together then?” I nodded, “I can feel them together now, in his room – it’s farthest from their parents chambers.” “You know these people then?” she asked in a soft voice. I nodded again, “I dallied with the girl when I first returned – I had yet to find you – she confided her relationship to me. She is now in my power.” “How will we get inside?” I looked at Bess and smiled, “Think my love – search your new powers. We will become the mist and flow beneath the door.” We emerged in the foyer of the large house. All was dark and silent. “Up these stairs,” I told Bess’ mind. We ascended the steps with out feet scarcely touching the deep crimson carpet. “His room is this one,” I pointed. Standing outside the bedroom, I sent a mental summons to the young woman inside. In moments the door was opened. Amy was dark of hair and eye, like her mother. She was tall and well proportioned – slim waist, flaring hips, long well formed legs and full firm breasts. Long, deep red nipples stood firm atop her quivering breasts. Her dark eyes were large and expressive, her face a pale oval with a straight sculpted nose. “May we join you Amy?” I asked, knowing her reply. “Thomas – please – you and your sister are always welcome here,” She waved us in as her brother was stirring into semi-wakefulness. Amy joined her brother on the bed, “We have guests, Patrick.” She stroked his stiffening cock, “I think they want to join us.” Patrick was shocked for a moment, then realized that he found Bess a highly desirable woman – even as he desired his sister. “Thomas, you and Bess – I mean – do you have the same – ah – relationship. . .” I relieved Patrick of his need for words by nodding, “And we would like to share ourselves with you and Amy. I know you’ve always found Bess attractive.” Bess accentuated this as, with a soft rustle of fabric, her cloak slid to the floor. The young man’s gaze was riveted to her perfect form as she lifted her heavy breasts – thumbing the nipples until they were hard. Amy walked over to stand before me, her naked body equally as tempting as that of my sister. Amy reached up and untied my cloak, letting it drop to the carpet. When I was naked, she knelt and took my cock into her warm mouth. “Feed from him – but let him live,” I instructed Bess with my mind. “Thus will they both be in thrall to us.” “I understand, my love,” Bess responded, also with her mind. Bess knelt before Patrick taking his young cock into her mouth. I lifted Amy and carried her to the bed, where I lay her down and moved between her open legs. Patrick was moaning in sexual joy as Bess sucked his cock into her throat. I lowered my mouth to Amy’s wet pussy and began licking her slit from top to bottom. Her young body writhed beneath my oral ministration as my tongue probed her waiting cunt. “Oh yes. . .” she sighed as I took her swelling clitoris between my lips and sucked it, flicking my tongue back and forth over the throbbing nib. I knew Amy was fast reaching her climax, my glance told me that Patrick was in the same condition. “Feed when he reaches his orgasm,” I instructed my sister, even as Amy’s legs began clenching tightly around my head. As Patrick’s cock began to erupt, Bess swallowed the first discharge, then pulled her head back and fastened her needle like fangs on the boys thigh. The points of her teeth pierced the main artery and she began to feed. I did they same as Amy’s orgasm exploded, my fangs penetrating her soft, silky flesh until I too, was drinking her strong, sweet blood. The siblings enjoyed their most powerful orgasms, aided as they were by our efforts. As Bess and I felt their life forces ebbing, we released them – letting them live – to become our mortal agents. Amy and her brother fell back in a deep slumber. They would awaken, but when they did, they would have no memory of our visit, only the two small marks on their thighs. Bess turned to me, her eyes were aflame, “I need you my love – I need you inside me.” She climbed onto the bed and lay beside Amy’s sleeping form. Writhing, she fondled her own breasts, lifting first one, then the other to her blood stained lips, sucking the already erect nipples. I moved to her, taking her in my arms. Our mouths shared her firm, heaving breasts, I sucking one nipple, Bess sucking the other. My lips moved down from her breast, my tongue leaving a moist trail of blood as I licked down her body to the soft tangle of curls adorning her belly. I let my lips and tongue play in her soft pubic hair for a moment, before moving farther down to find her soft, wet, pouting lips. The delicate folds of her cunt urged me to kiss them – lick them – explore them with my mouth. “Please, Thomas, make love to me.” Like the loving brother that I am – I complied. My tongue lightly licked her tempting slit, I could feel her young body tense as the first waves of pleasure and sensation washed over her. She moaned – her sigh of pleasure involving her entire body. I found her swollen clitoris and let my tongue caress it, briefly, before sucking it into my mouth. The sensitive flesh stood firm between my lips as my tongue swirled around it – teased it – caressed it – flickered over it like a flame. Bess’ thighs closed around my head, holding my face tight to her hot, wet pussy. My lips and tongue continued to torment her – my tongue delving inside her – fucking her like a small cock. Bess’ body responded, her hips grinding against my hungry mouth – her breathing ragged – her thighs trembling. “Now – my brother – now!” she urged me on as her climax overtook her, rolling through her quaking body. Bess’ sweet juices flowed freely onto my questing tongue – I drank – savoring the sweet juices of my sister’s passion. Her body shuddered once again as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her legs clenched again – her pussy spasming as more of her sweet juices flowed out. Bess looked at me – her eyes smoldering, “Take me Thomas,” she murmured, her voice husky, her words slightly slurred. “I want you inside me – fuck me my brother, my lover – fuck me now!” I moved atop her writhing body, her strong legs wrapping around my torso. The head of my cock caressed the soft, wet, hair of her hungry pussy. “Tease me not – my love – I beg you.” With a single thrust, I plunged my cock deep within her waiting body. “YES!” she gasped, as my cock drove home, my balls slapping the cheeks of her ass. Her fingernails raked my back – her heels beat a tattoo on my ass – her hips responded as though they had a mind of their own. Each stroke, each thrust of my cock, was met by a thrust of Bess’ hips. We pounded and pummeled each other, my cock pumping harder and faster into her body – her hips rising to meet my every thrust. Bess tossed her head from side to side – her hair flowing out around it. Her lips curled back and an animal snarl came from deep within her. She pumped her hips up and down, her feet alternately drumming on my back, and kicking in the air. We drove each other – pushing each other higher and higher, closer to the brink of the abyss – that place where there is only us – our passion – our lust – our ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building – a mighty storm gathering deep inside my belly. Huge thunderheads rolling, boiling, growing stronger. My balls filled and grew tight as I felt my sister’s body tremble and quake as she too felt the storm gathering within her. Our storms burst over us at the same instant. She clenched her legs around me – her pussy clutching my pulsating shaft as hot cum boiled out into her hungry cunt. Bess’ juices flowed fast and hot, washing over the pounding head, and throbbing shaft of my cock. Shuddering – shattering – we climaxed – together in a maelstrom of passion and ecstasy. We clung to each other as our orgasms began to subside. Slowly we returned to normal, wrapped in each others arms, our lips together – tongues dancing and playing. My hands caressed Bess’ firm body – her hands caressing mine. “We must leave soon, my love,” Bess reminded me. “It will soon be morning.” Outside, the wings of the night carried us to our home in moments. The servants were asleep, but we needn’t have worried, they would soon be in thrall to us. Their discreet silence would thus be ensured. I drew the heavy drapes over the bedroom windows, then turned to look at Bess. She was kneeling on the bed looking at me. “What’s wrong?” I asked, approaching her. “Nothing my darling, nothing at all – come,” she patted the bed, “lay beside me and hold me.” Together we rested – drifting off into the death that is our slumber. I awoke to the pleasant feeling of Bess’ warm lips caressing the head of my cock. I looked at her, this lovely creature – my sister – my lover. Her eyes glinted as she looked back at me, slowly taking my cock fully into her sucking mouth. Her lips caressed my shaft as it moved between them into her hot, wet haven. When the head was lodged in her tight throat, she began to move her head up and down – her tongue pressing the great vein that ran beneath the shaft as her lips sucked on the head. Our minds touched. “I love the taste of your manhood, my brother.” Again she swallowed my cock, “I love sucking you like this.” “Your mouth is like a furnace,” I responded. “It sears me with your lust. I can think of no better way to wake up.” I reached for her – to try and caress her sweet pussy. She held my hand back. “No my brother. This is only for you – my lover. You have given me so many gifts these last few days – and another yet tonight.” She sucked harder as her hands softly fondled my quickly filling balls. “Thank you my darling – blood of my blood.” I,Vampire Ch. 02 I lay back and relax – letting it happen naturally. Bess’ talented lips and tongue worked their magic on my cock and I was ready in moments. “I know,” Bess told me, “I want to taste it pouring down my throat.” With a convulsive spasm, my cock erupted, semen boiling forth like lava into Bess’ sucking mouth. My hot cum flowed over her tongue as she licked up all she could. Down her throat it poured – a pearly river of passion. Bess swallowed every drop, not a droplet was wasted as she milked my cock dry before letting it soften in her mouth and releasing it. As I relaxed, I felt the hunger begin to burn in my veins. “You must feed Thomas,” Bess’ voice had a tone of alarm. “There’s no time, Edward will be here shortly.” “I have an idea,” Bess said, pulling the cord beside the bed. In moments a beautiful, young black woman appeared. Bess summoned her to the bed. “I’ve taken control of her mind, my love,” Bess reassured me. “She will remember nothing of this night.” I took the girl in my arms and tilted her head back. Her throat was soft, with skin like ebony. My teeth grazed her throat – her vein showed fat and full of sweet, rich blood. My fangs pierced her throat and I drank. I was right, sweet and rich – I savored it as I fed. Before I had consumed her life force, I withdrew. The girl was feint and unable to stand. I lifted her in my arms and, gently, laid her on the settee. Bess leaned down and licked the traces of blood that oozed from the tiny punctures on the girls throat. “Mm – it is rich isn’t it,” Bess commented, then stood straight, “Edward is here – his carriage has just come over the hill.” This gave us a few minutes to dress and take care of Sassy, the young servant girl. When Adam, the huge mute butler brought Edwards calling card to us, we were ready to receive him. “Adam, put a quilt over Sassy and let her sleep here for a while.” Bess instructed. The butler nodded and did as he was instructed. “You’ve already put those two in thrall,” I said with a chuckle as we descended the main stairway to the salon. “Of course, my love,” she smile coyly. I escorted Bess into the salon where Edward waited nervously. She glided over to him, offering her hand – which Edward, of course, kissed most lovingly. He and I simply shook hands. “I have all the documents drawn up Thomas – all you need do is sign them.” He removed a sheaf of papers from his dispatch case and laid them on the writing desk. “Well done Edward, well done,” I complimented his diligent work. “But let us attend to business after we dine. Would you care for some sherry, or perhaps something a bit stronger?” “Sherry would be fine, thank you.” We sat about sipping sherry and chatting lightly until dinner was served. Dinner was, of course, the usual mortal fare – but the wine was excellent, and the company stimulating. Edward, as it happens, is possessed of a keen mind, quick wit and a very dry sense of humor. The more time I spend with him, the more at ease I become about his joining our, small, clan. After dinner, I excused myself on the pretext of perusing the papers Edward had drawn up. “Show Edward the grounds Bess – make him feel at home.” I suggested. Edward, naturally, beamed at the chance to be alone with Bess. They walked and talked for an hour, or more, before Bess brought him back to the salon. He had a dazed and confused look on his face. “Bess has told you then?” I asked, looking up from the document I was pretending to study. “It’s incredible!” he stammered, “I’ve never believed in such things – I mean – I,” his voice trailed off. He was confused, but he collected himself quite well. “It does explain some things though.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re never abroad during the day – you reappear after sixteen years, not looking a day older. Bess’ sudden ‘shyness’ with me. The real reason for the duel with Jacob. Yes, it would make these things, more or less, normal." Bess stood behind him, her hand on his shoulder. “You love him don’t you?” I asked. She nodded smiling. “And you love her?” “With all my heart sir.” “And you’re willing to join our family?” He was about to answer when I cut him off, “You understand, do you not, that this a step that cannot be reversed?” He swallowed, “I understand, sir.” I stood up and offered him my hand. “Then I welcome you. I shall leave you two alone now.” Leaving the room, I immediately went to Bess’ bedroom and faded into the shadows. I knew Bess would bring him up here so that they may consummate their union in comfort – and I intended to watch. They arrived moments later, holding hands like two young lovers. Bess began by kissing Edward as she removed his clothing. Once he was naked, Edward did the same for her. “I do love him Thomas – as I love you.” Bess spoke to my mind. “I know my love – he will understand.” Bess sank to her knees and took Edward into her mouth. His reaction was to be expected – he leaned his head back and placed his hands on either side of hers. His hips moved in unison with her head as she moved her mouth up and down his growing shaft. Bess’ tongue flicked over the head of his cock as her soft lips sealed themselves around it. When she had brought him to full arousal she stood and led him to the large bed. “Come and love me Edward my darling – love me and become one with me.” She lay back, her legs apart – knees bent – her arms raised in invitation. Edward wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and stretching out between her long, passionate legs. “I’ve waited so long for this,” the young man whispered. As Edwards cock sank into her, Bess wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in still deeper. “I know,” Bess sighed. A gasp escaped Bess’ lips as Edwards erect cock drove into her hot, waiting pussy. They moved together with smooth, fluid strokes. I watched the muscles of Bess’ thighs flexing as she drew him deeper – her fingernails raking his back. “Harder – please – harder!” I heard her urge her lover. He responded by speeding up, driving his cock into Bess’ hungry cunt in long, powerful strokes – harder with each thrust. From my place of concealment, I could smell how close to the moment he was. Bess’ needle fangs caressed Edwards pulsing jugular vein – confirming my impression. “Oh – yes – I’m – almost – there!” Edward managed to gasp, speeding up the movement of his cock – pumping it into my sisters hot pussy harder and harder. “Yes my darling Edward – spend yourself inside me – the moment is near my love,” Bess whispered, “our moment.” Edwards body began to convulse in orgasm – Bess’ slid her fangs into his vein, adding to the sexual bliss he was caught up in. She began drinking him in – his blood flowed hot and rich into her mouth, even as Bess ran a thumbnail across the soft, white, skin beneath her left breast, bringing forth a trickle of her own blood. Her blood oozed forth and she pressed Edwards lips to the deep red fluid. “Drink my darling – drink of my blood and be reborn.” She held his head to her breast like a suckling child. To some the moment of conversion is like an eternity – to others, a brief instant in time – in either case it is a moment of total and complete ecstasy. Edward’s moment was no different. “Can I enjoy him now, my brother?” “Yes, my love – welcome him now – properly.” Edward came around shortly – partially aware of the change that had taken place, but still a little confused. “You and Thomas are lovers aren’t you?” “Yes my sweet,” Bess answered softly, “as you and I shall be, forever. And you will share me with him now.” I chose that moment to emerge from the shadows. “Welcome to our family Edward.” I moved to the bed. Bess shifted places to place her self in the middle. With nimble fingers she took my cock in one hand, and Edwards in the other. She began to stroke us to arousal. I must admit, Bess’ fingers are as skilled as her mouth – I was soon hard and ready. When she was satisfied with the rigidity of the two cocks at her beckon call, she began to lick first Edward’s cock, then mine – until they were both slick with her saliva. Bess moved onto her hands and knees – presenting her ass and cunt to Edward. “I want you to lick and suck me my sweet – use your tongue – your lips – I need to feel this now.” Edward knelt behind her and buried his face in her steaming pussy. Bess’ face contorted in ecstasy as waves of pent up pleasure washed over and through her. “Oh yes! Edward, my darling, yes!” she moaned as she had her first climax almost immediately. She ground her wet cunt against Edward’s lips. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with passion, and moaned, “please, my brother – fill my mouth.” I knelt before her, my rock hard cock inches from her hungry, parted lips. I placed the swollen head to her mouth – she licked it – then kissed the shaft from the head to the base. My cock twitched in response as she licked the head, then pulled back. “Edward, my darling, please – I need you in me – now my sweet – now,” Bess urged. Her words were slurred with the heat of lust as she returned her attention to my aching cock. She paused only long enough to respond to Edward’s hard cock as it plumbed the depths of her eager cunt. “Yes my dearest! Drive it into he harder – harder.” She sealed her lips around the head of my cock and her wet, hungry, sucking mouth drew me inside. With agonizing deliberation she swallowed my rigid cock until the head rested in her tight throat. Edwards hips were moving quickly as his cock pounded deep into Bess’ steaming cunt. Each thrust pushed her face further down on my questing prick. Each of us could feel what the others felt – each of us knew that we were fast approaching the most thundering climax any of us had ever experienced. The excitement was heightened by that knowledge. Like a tidal wave rushing toward land – my climax built in intensity – rolling through me as it made ready to crash upon the shore. Bess’ sucking mouth made the wave build still larger. Three nervous systems tingled in anticipation – three bodies began to shake and quiver as three monumental orgasms became ready to merge into one. Edward was the first to cum – his cock pumping hard and fast into Bess’ clutching pussy. Bess came next – spurred on by Edwards orgasm. She came in a flowing torrent, washing over Edwards thrusting cock. Her juices mingled with Edwards and over flowed, spilling down Bess’ silky thighs. She sucked even harder on my cock, causing my balls to spasm. Hot semen surged up my iron hard shaft as the tidal wave came crashing ashore. My body stiffened as my cock sent my cum flowing down her throat. Three orgasms merging – exploding in a crescendo of lust and passion. Three orgasms – each feeding the other. Three creatures sharing the ultimate ecstasy. Spent – we collapsed together on the bed – limbs tangled – breathing rapid – passion, temporarily, satisfied. “That was amazing,” was all Edward could manage to say. I leaned back and rested my head on the pillows as Bess cradled Edward in her arms. She caressed his face gently, lightly kissing him as she did. “Will you hunt tonight my brother?” she asked. “I have no need to tonight – but you two must.” I looked at Edward, “You will need to learn the ways of the predator – Bess can teach you these ways.” I looked at my sister, “Bess, you need to regain your power after this. Hunt with Edward, show him our ways.” She took Edwards hand, “Come my love.” She summoned a mist and they were gone. “Thank you my brother – my lover – my love.” Alone, I walked to the study and sat surrounded by the books my family treasured, lost in my own thoughts and memories. So much had happened to me, in ten years I had found and lost one great love, found and forsaken another and now I share my sister/lover with one that I helped convert. Perhaps there is another love awaiting me. There would be no joy in being immortal and spending such a life alone. “Fear not, my Prince,” Flower of the Moon entered my mind. “You are not alone, for I live on within your heart.” I could feel her within me. “I will be with you always, Thomas, for we are truly immortal creatures. So long as one of our descendants survives, we live. You too, will live on through Maria and her descendant – through Bess and hers. Ours is a strong tree, it has many branches and strong roots that burrow deep into the earth.” I closed my eyes and leaned back. I felt her sweet soft lips on mine once more – kissing me tenderly as I drifted off. I awoke as the sun was setting. In the bedroom I found Edward and Bess wrapped in a lovers embrace. By the stains on their mouths and bedclothes I could see they feasted well last night. As I made to leave, Bess came awake. “My brother, my love, let this change nothing between us,” she pleaded. “I still adore you and desire you as much as I ever did. But I need my own man – one who is mine alone. Do you understand?” Her eyes implored me. My fingers stroked her cheek, “Of course I understand, my love. It would be unseemly for the two of us to share this house for too long, you being widowed and without suitor. Edward is a fine selection, he’s smart, in some ways, he loves you and I hope, he will put up with you.” I smiled at my sister, “You too are changing, gaining wisdom. We will all change as time passes – we will all grow wiser.” I smiled at Bess, “Now my loving sister, I must feed – the hunger grows in my veins.” I was gone before Edward woke. The wings of night carried me to the poorest section of town. There, there would be prey – mortal humans, they prey of my kind. I am not an evil man, I am a vampire, and a vampire is a predator. No different from the wolf, the eagle, or mortal man himself. Mortals have accused vampires of being Hell spawned – scion of the devil himself – truly evil incarnate. Nothing could be further from the truth. Man cannot accept the fact that he is not the most efficient predator, nor can they accept being prey themselves. Thus they attribute that which is beyond their understanding to the ‘underworld.’ So be it. Then I will treat them as we are treated – I will hunt them – feed on them – enslave those I choose to and leave the rest empty, drained husks to dry out and become dust on the wind. Comments to the link below. I,Vampire Ch. 03 It is now the mid eighteenth century, America is still known as ‘The Colonies’ to it’s British masters. But there is unrest in the air. There is quiet talk of rebellion, spoken in hushed tones, in the taverns as well as in the houses of the rich and influential. We had been forced to move many times over the years. When you do not age while all those around you do, it tends to arouse suspicion. We had returned to Georgia five years earlier, it was still our home, but it was not the same. And there were British troops, ‘Redcoats’, everywhere. Death Of An Innocent I walked along the streets as dusk overtook the daylight and shadows grew longer. My thoughts go back to where it all began. The island and the woman I so deeply loved, Flower Of The Moon. Had it really been almost a two score and ten years? Had so much, and yet so little changed? There were troops in town this evening, their bright red coats muted by the dying light. I tried to ignore them as I made my way toward the inn, but it was not to be, a group of soldiers was approaching. They had had too much ale and were in the process of bullying their way along. I wrapped my cloak about me and bowed my head as they passed, when the largest shouldered me aside, I scurried to the side, never taking my eyes from them. I watched these bullies as they made their way to the local brothel and went inside. I waited for these stalwarts for a half hour before they came out, the madam behind them screaming in anger and fear, her eyes streaming tears. I approached the brothel and took the madams eyes into mine, ”What has happened in here?” I interrogated her mentally and mentally she responded… “The bastards! They killed her!! A child, a virgin. and they killed her!” “Show me!” I ordered and the trembling madam led me to the room. She was a young girl, a child really, no more than 12, perhaps 13 years old. She lay there, a small, fragile object, broken like a china doll. They had beaten her, savagely beaten her. There were bruises and welts, scratches and cuts all over her body. Her arms and legs spread at obscene angles, impossible lest her bones had been broken. I dipped the tip of my finger in a spot of her blood and tasted it. She had died a virgin. “The soldiers tried to take her all at once, she refused, this is the result.” The madam said, trying, it seemed, to shift the blame to this poor child. But it was she herself that bore the blame. “And who brought the soldiers to her room?” I asked, my eyes holding hers, my mind squeezing hers. “I did,” she sobbed. I seized the woman and buried my fangs in her throat. This was prey that was of no value to the world and would not be missed. The warm blood filled me, quieting the burning in my veins as I drank deeply of her life fluid as well as her life force, which was weak and thin. When she had given all to me, and her heart ceased to beat, I tore out her throat and cast her on the bed next to the child, the death of whom, she had just paid for. There would be some dead soldiers as well by the rising of the sun. I started out of the room when I was confronted by two of the girls that worked there. “The soldiers killed her didn’t they, Sir?” the younger of the two asked. “Shh, it doesn’t matter child,” the older admonished her. “She’s free of this place now, that’s what matters.” Then the older one looked at me again, “And who might you be?” she asked. I could not let them tell anyone they had seen me here, yet I didn’t want to kill them… “You will do exactly as I bid you,” I locked their eyes with mine, assuming control over their minds.. “Take us to your room,” I ordered the older of the two. She lead us to a small room that held a battered dresser, a large rumpled bed with soiled linen, a chair and a tarnished mirror. The women wore nothing more than the flimsiest of wrappers, so undressing took no time. “I want to watch you pleasure each other.” I said evenly, as I took a seat. The women smiled at one another, they had been down this road before. As they undressed I had the chance to inspect their bodies. They were quite pretty, especially for prostitutes. The younger was the more voluptuous of the two. Her breasts were large and heavy, firm but by no means high. Her waist was in proportion to her breasts and hips and her legs were straight and strong. Like her older companion, she was dark of hair and eyes, and unlike her friend, darker of skin. Not a black, but more a Creole. Her pretty face was young, but not innocent. This girl had been here some time and had seen and done much for one of her few years. The older of the two was slim, her breasts, also large, were firm and the long nipples pointed up. Her belly was flat and hard, flaring into smoothly rounded hips then continuing down to become long, well turned legs. When I looked at her face I saw a vision of courage. This woman, like so many of her profession, had been sold into this life in order to pay off family debts. But she had survived. She had never lost her will to escape. For this reason I found myself drawn to her, but I put that aside, for the time being. “Get on the bed, both of you,” I instructed them. “I want to see you pleasure each other, then yourselves.” The women began kissing at once, their mouths joined as their hands explored each other; touching, feeling and caressing one another’s breasts, thighs, pussies. Their breathing became more rapid as their passions built. This was not a mere mechanical performance, these women had been doing this together for some time. They shared feelings for one another. The older one began sucking the breasts of her young lover, kissing and licking her large nipples until they grew firm and stood away from her aureole, proud and erect. The younger one began to moan softly as she felt the older woman’s mouth moving down her rounded belly to find her lush patch of dark curls. She gasped as her pussy felt the contact. I could hear the wet sucking sounds that the older woman’s mouth made as she drew her lovers pouting lips into her mouth. There was a rustle of bedclothes as the women changed position. Now they were laying together, their heads between the others legs. Two mouths loving two pussies, wetly, passionately. Moans of pleasure emanated from the creaking bed as the women continued to lick and suck each other. A gasp, a groan, a word of affection, interspersed with the wet sounds of their mouths upon each other. I could feel myself becoming hard as I sat there watching this erotic performance, but I knew it would serve me no purpose to join them. I merely watched as each woman brought the other to orgasm. Theirs were demonstrative orgasms, filled with moaning and tossing about in the grip of their passion. After some moments of orgasmic bliss, they rolled away from one another and lay there, catching their breath and regaining their composure. The older one sat up and looked at me, “Would you like me to take care of you Sir?” She asked, her eyes fixed upon the bulge in my breeches. “Perhaps another time. I would like to watch your pleasure yourselves now while I pleasure myself.” I unfastened my breeches and freed my erect cock. Both women eyed it with professional interest as I began to slowly stroke it up and down. “Now, I want to see how you pleasure yourselves.” The younger one sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, and ran her hands over her large breasts, cupping them, kneading the warm flesh, then lifting first one, then the other, to her lips to suck and lick her own nipples. The older one knelt on the bed, facing me, and caressed her breasts. Too small for her to bring them to her lips, she contented herself with manually stimulating them, her thumbs teasing her nipples to erection before one hand ran down her flat belly and her fingers buried themselves in her now soaking pussy. The younger one had changed positions and was now on her side, one leg raised. She had taken a candle and had inserted it in her pussy - while her finger probed her ass - moving slowly in and out as she guided the candlestick with her other hand. Her mouth was open and she was breathing rapidly again, her body beginning to sweat. In and out she moved, the candle and her hand in alternating rhythm, as one went in, the other was drawn out. She would soon be ready to climax. The older woman was content to use her fingers, two in her soaking, hot, pussy, her thumb in her clutching asshole. As I watched, I continued to stroke my hard cock, slowly, up and down the hard shaft as my balls churned but refused to fill. I looked to the bed once again, the younger one had her eyes closed as she imagined herself in the arms of some dream lover. The older woman’s eyes were fixed upon my cock. As my hand moved up and down, her fingers moved in and out. I could see she was imagining that it was I that was fucking her and not herself. I moved to the bed and knelt behind the women, I picked up the stroking of my cock again as I bid them not to stop. The wet sounds that came from their sopping pussies told me that they had no intention of stopping. I placed my lips on the younger ones throat, I could feel how close she was. I reached over and caressed her full, heavy, breasts urging her to cum. She responded as I had expected, her orgasm was powerful as her blood began to course through her veins, hot, rich, blood. Blood being borne along by a tide of passion. My fangs went painlessly into her throat, piercing her jugular vein. The blood that flowed was hot, clean, rich. Full of the life that this woman lived with such gusto. The sensation of my lips on her neck drove her to a higher level of passion as she came in torrents, her heart pumping her blood faster and faster through her into my mouth. Just before the point of no return, I withdrew my fangs and let her lay back on the bed. I moved to the older woman and knelt behind her. She reached back and took my rigid cock in her hand and began stroking it as her fingers moved in and out of her own body. My lips grazed her throat. She too was at the point of orgasm. I reached around her and cupped her breasts, pulling her back toward me I felt her warm skin on me. Her breasts heaving as the nipples grew harder and her hands moved faster, stroking my hard cock as she pumped her fingers in and out of her own pussy and asshole. As she came, her grip upon my cock grew tighter. When my fangs slid into her vein, the grip became tighter still. Her blood was as rich as the younger ones, perhaps richer, it flowed quickly and was sweet and hot, pushed along by her, considerable, passion and sweetened by her apparent attraction to me. As I felt her life force approaching I withdrew, letting her lay back on he bed. I looked down at the two women and made a quick decision. I entered their minds and found that the younger was called Antoinette, the older Samantha. “Antoinette, hear and obey me.” I instructed her sleeping mind, “when you awaken you will recall nothing of me or this time we have spent. Do you understand?” “I understand.” “Samantha, hear and obey me.” I entered her mind now, “when you awaken you will remember only that you must come to me when I call. You will not recall my face, or anything that has gone between us. Do you understand? You are to come to me when I summon you.” “Yes. I understand. I will come to you when you summon me.” “Now sleep, and forget,” I pressed my fingers to the temples of each sleeping woman and left the room. I made one more stop before leaving, the room of the madam. In there I found the ‘deeds’ to all of the girls as well as a small chest of gold pieces. I helped myself to a large portion of the gold then made a small fire of the ‘deeds.’ At least no proof remained that would convince an honest magistrate, and there was enough gold left for the girls to use to corrupt the other kind. These tasks done, I left the brothel and headed toward my rendezvous with the Army of The Crown. Retribution It was approaching curfew as I reached the inn where these soldiers were quartered. They had seized the inn when they arrived and, so far, the innkeeper had seen little if any payment. I approached around the back of the inn, assuming the aspect of a beggar for the time being. I slipped in through the rear door and immediately seized the mind of the innkeeper who had been in the kitchen. “I am here to help you. Do you understand?” The innkeeper nodded. “Have you any family here in the inn tonight?” “None Sir. There’s just me… and the soldiers.” He said the word with no small measure of disgust. In this purse is enough gold to get you and your family away from here. Go to your home and gather your family and head north.” I pressed the purse into his hands. “When you wake, you will not remember me, or our talk. You will go to your family and you will all leave this town, tonight.” I looked hard into his eyes “Do you understand?” “Yes milord. I understand.” Now go.” The terrified man clutched the purse and ran from the rear of the inn. I peered into the common room. There were a few soldiers in there, in varied states of intoxication, but none of the ones I had seen earlier at the brothel. One by one I entered the sodden minds of the drunken men. One by one they passed into a deep sleep. I slipped upstairs to the sleeping rooms, loud snoring came from both sides of the hall. Quietly I stole into the first room. I was lucky, asleep on pallets were six of the seven soldiers I sought. On a bed next to the wall lay the seventh, the biggest of the group, and the worst bully. I looked about the room and found a bayonet on one of the belts. I removed the long knife and tested the edge, sharp enough I judged as I slipped from the room. In all there were four sleeping rooms, the others held four men each. Starting at the other end of the hall I went into each room and quickly slit the throat of every man there. One by one I drank their flowing blood leaving only empty hulls behind. I did this until I returned to the room where my prey slept. As I reentered the room I assumed the aspect of the young girl they had killed. Though I had only tasted her blood, I was still able to take on her appearance. To add to the theater, I also allowed myself to assume the posture she would have had were she standing. The addition of the blood was a mere fact of having fed so well. I slit the throats of the six on the floor and drained them before approaching the bully as he lay on he bed. “Awaken soldier. Wake and look upon me.” The man stirred then opened his eyes. When he saw me he sat bolt upright in bed, fear flashed in his eyes, to be replaced by stark terror as he recognized my appearance. “You’re DEAD!” he gasped “You can’t be here!” “You’re right. I AM dead. But I AM here. I have come to take my revenge on you as I have done on your comrades.” My voice seemed to mimic the girls, higher pitched and feminine. “It’s a dream, a nightmare.” He cowered to the wall shaking his head to clear it. “That innkeeper gave me bad beef!” he exclaimed, then looked about him at his friends, their bodies drained and heads lying at strange angles. With a sudden move I grabbed him by the head and dragged his throat to my waiting fangs. With no concern for pain I ripped his throat open and drank him dry, quickly, completely. Before casting him aside a twist of my hands snapped his neck. I had fed and fed well this night, but I still had work to do. I went downstairs and gathered some lamps and oil and went back to the sleeping floor. I sprinkled the oil about, making sure to soak the stairs as well as the uniforms of the sleeping soldiers then went back down and repeated the process in the common room. As I left I regained my own aspect and lit the lamp, then I summoned the wings of the night. Dawn was not far away, but I would still have plenty of time to complete my work. As I stepped into the mist, I cast the lamp into the inn. It burst and flames quickly spread everywhere. Like the runners of some fast growing vine, the flames spread over the floor, up the banister of the stairs, to the sleeping floor, host only to the sleep of death tonight. The posts caught fire, then the rafters. Flames consumed the inn above and below. As the fire began to ignite the uniforms of the sleeping soldiers, I released their minds so they too, could enjoy the warmth of the fire. By the time I stepped from the mist I could hear the bells of the fire brigade and the glow of the conflagration red in the predawn sky. This night I would sleep in the study, as I drifted off a face appeared to my minds eye. It was that of the young virgin, she had a peaceful look on her face as she mouthed the words I heard deep in my mind. “Thank you.” I heard in my mind, and I knew I had done what had to be done, and this innocent could now rest. My mind relaxed, I slept, to awaken with the departure of the sun. The Summoning As night follows the day, I arose from my sleep surrounded by books. I looked about me and recalled the events of the night before. I also recalled the vision of the young girl, so young, so innocent, so violently killed. I looked at my clothes, stained with the blood of the night’s activity and was about to go upstairs to change when Bess entered the room. “I was worried about you, My Love. You didn’t return at dawn.” She came into my arms and held me. “I was down here last night, to allow you and Edward the room to yourselves.” “But I needed you last night. I wanted to make love to you as well.” She began to undress me as she pushed me back into the large leather chair. “Let me pleasure you, My Brother, “ she knelt between my legs and opened my breeches. Her touch was soft on my growing cock as she caressed and gently stroked it. “I can see you want me as well, My Love.” She purred as she lowered her mouth to the swollen head of my, now, erect cock. Her breath, warm and moist, whispered over my prick as her lips sealed themselves over the small slit and she took me into her mouth with maddeningly slow and deliberate movement of her mouth. I could feel her lips caressing my shaft as it passed into her hot, sucking mouth, her tongue pressing along the large vein, then swirling around, just beneath the head. After what seemed an eternity the head of my cock passed into her tight throat and she began moving her head, up and down. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body as Bess’ expert mouth and gentle fingers worked their magic on me. I could feel orgasm swelling up in my belly, building and boiling as my balls began to fill. Bess took them in her soft hand and tenderly fondled them, all the while caressing my rigid cock with her wet tongue and sucking mouth. She buried her nose in my pubic hair, then slowly drew back until only the head remained trapped in her mouth, then drove my straining cock deep into her mouth, lodging the throbbing head in her throat. I gripped her head and held her there as my balls emptied themselves into my engorged shaft. Hot semen surged upward to flood Bess’ hungry, sucking mouth and pour down her eagerly waiting throat. Spasm after rapturous spasm racked my body as my pulsating cock sent more and more of my scalding cum poring into her, and she swallowed every drop until she had milked me dry. Bess released my softening prick and sat back on her heels, delicately licking her lips so that none of my cum would be lost. “Have you asked him yet?” Edward’s thoughts intruded on the moment. I,Vampire Ch. 03 “Asked me what?” I looked at Bess’ face. “Come in Edward,” she called and the young man walked into the study. “What is it you wanted my sister to ask me?” I looked steadily at him. “I have so many questions Thomas. Many were answered as I slept, but that too raises questions.” He looked frightened, “I am so confused, there are so many thoughts invading my mind. I think I’m going mad.” I leaned back and chuckled… “Welcome to the realm of the undead Edward. We all have much to learn.” I sat forward, my face took on a serious expression, “You’re not going mad, Edward. What invades your mind are the thoughts of the rest of our kind. In time you will acquire the ability to push these other thoughts into the back of your mind. Then selecting only those which you want to receive. It takes time, I know.” Bess, too was curious now, “Is that how I learn so much while I sleep?” “Exactly,” I confirmed. “The minds of all our ancestors and kinsmen are feeding you information every second. It is difficult to isolate a mind, or group of minds while you’re resting, but it can be done. You will learn the lore of our kind in this way. You will learn what endangers us, as well as what we thrive upon. Most importantly, you will learn what we are and what we are not.” “What are we, Thomas?” Bess asked, leaning on Edward. “Let me first tell you what we are not.” I looked at my enraptured students and went on “We are not evil creatures, no more than the wolf, or eagle, or any other predatory animal is evil. But neither are we mortal, not anymore. We are neither living nor dead, hence the term undead has been given us, probably by the Christian world to identify us as some sort of ghostly minions of Hell.” They were both still spellbound, so I went on. “We are a tribe of immortal creatures, warriors. Our line traces back further than recorded time knows, and it grows night after night.” “Thomas?” Edward interrupted with a question, “You say we’re immortal, yet we can be killed, is that correct?” “Yes Edward, we can be killed.” Briefly the image of Flower Of The Moon passed before my eyes, then was gone. “But it isn’t easy. Sunlight is our greatest danger, to be caught in the rays of the sun for more than a few seconds, is death, final, absolute, eternal death.” I paused for effect then, “Fire is another danger to us. Once ignited our bodies will burn quickly, again with True Death being the result.” I struggled with the next statement, the image of Flowers head, laying severed from her loving body was a difficult one to handle, “Beheading. If an enemy, or prey has a long sword, or ax, beware. Should they succeed in striking your head from your body, a slow and very painful death will result.” We all sat in silence as we shared the vision of that day, so long ago, when I lost Flower. Bess came to stand beside me, her hand on my shoulder. “You have kept that from me for so long, My Love.” “It is still painful, but you both needed to know, be made aware that we CAN be destroyed.” “Sir?” Edward had another question, “There are many legends and wives tales about va - our kind, the Cross, wooden stakes, reflections, shadows, garlic and wolfsbane.” I was able to smile, Edward was bright, and he was asking the right questions, those that had to do with survival. “Edward, Bess, we survive BECAUSE of the legends, the myths, the wives tales. The Cross is a symbol that I, for one, dislike, but those reasons are my own. Since we are NOT intrinsically evil, it has no ill effect. The wooden stake?” I chuckled, “They’d be in for a surprise should they try and pierce my breast with one.” “As for reflections and shadows, these are things of the light. We are creatures of the dark, thus shadows and reflections are not a part of our world. Be wary of this fact, both of you. In public avoid places with many, or any, mirrors. In time you will be able to create the illusion of a shadow, but for the time avoid such places as shadows or mirrors are present. Remember, people don’t believe we exist, but they still fear us. Such is the mortal mind, shallow and easily confused. Concealment and disguise are our best defense, and the disbelief of mortals is our best disguise.” I smiled a wry smile, “As for garlic and wolfsbane, I for one don’t mind either one, though I’d scarcely eat wolfsbane.” I stood up abruptly, “Now go so I may change my clothing for this evenings hunting.” “Why not summon Samantha?” Bess inquired of my mind. I smiled, “Not a bad idea, My Love, I just might.” Alone in my study once more, I sat back and closed my eyes, I sent my thoughts out, through the shadowed night. “Samantha,” I called, “Samantha, come to me…” Images entered my mind, Samantha and her young friend Antoinette servicing a proper gentleman of the town, their tongues licking up and down his erect shaft as Antoinette stroked and caressed his balls. Interestingly, I was viewing this through Samantha’s eyes. Samantha stopped abruptly and looked around, unsure of what her mind had told her. I,Vampire Ch. 03 The wolves didn’t sense us until we had pounced on them and our fangs were sinking into their veins. They struggled briefly, but soon fell victim to the swift loss of blood. We both drank deeply of the hot, wild blood. There is a certain quality to the blood of a wolf, not unlike that of a virgin. It is richer and more nourishing than other animal blood. We withdrew leaving ourselves fed, and the wolves alive. “Come my love,” I summoned the mist once more. We traveled to an alley in the middle of the town. I wrapped my cloak around Samantha’s bare shoulders as we waited in the dark. “Why did you let the wolves live?” “I have taken the life of a wolf, and of a panther. There was a feeling that passed into me as I consumed their life force, a sadness, a melancholy, a sense of tragic loss. It was as if the day of the panther and of the wolf was drawing to a close. I have slain neither since.” Samantha understood, then a movement caught her eye. “There my love, a man approaches.” “Yes, a drunkard, by the look of him. He’s all yours Samantha my love, let him be your first kill.” Samantha knew what to do, and how to lure her prey into the snare. She moved to the mouth of the alley and hummed softly until the drunk looked up at her with rum reddened eyes. “Who, who are y - you?” he slurred. “I am your fondest dream come true,” Samantha purred letting the cloak fall open to reveal her fantastic body, shining like polished ivory in the dim light of the street torch. As she glided backward into the alley, the drunk, mesmerized by her eyes and beauty, followed. He had no choice. They were deep into the shadows when Samantha opened her arms wide and enfolded the man in them. Concealed by her cloak she slid her fangs into his neck and drained him. In a matter of moments she opened her arms again, and a drained husk fell to the ground. “Let’s get away from here,” she urged, now afraid of detection. “Don’t be afraid. There’s no one here who can harm you.” I comforted her as I carried the body to the back of the alley. I took Samantha in my arms and softly kissed her, “We could return to the brothel, you could feed on some of the patrons.” She looked at me, not sure if I was joking or not. “Of course I would feed on some of the more select ladies there.” She knew then that I was joking with her. “We could go there though,” her expression grew more serious. “There are a number of patrons that I would very much like to prey upon.” She looked at me, “And there should be a new madam and pimp there. It doesn’t take long for another worm to take over the dung heap.” Even without the wings of the night we reached the brothel quickly and without being seen. We could hear the music and laughter coming from the seedy house at the end of the road. Lights shown through the heavily draped windows, but above the music, above the laughter, we heard Antoinette scream in agony. We both recognized the sound at once, Samantha started running for the door but I stopped her. “Wait, Samantha, we have better means at our disposal.” I summoned the mist and as we stepped into it, we assumed the aspect of the wolves we had fed upon earlier. “Won’t they be surprised?” Samantha said, as she became the white she wolf. Surprised indeed! Two of the more well to do ‘gentlemen of quality’ were busily beating Antoinette savagely. Her face was bruised and cut, her nose smashed and gushing blood. Her screams had dwindled to the whimpering of a dog that has been beaten senseless. The girl on the bed didn’t even notice us as we appeared, her ‘clients’ most certainly did however as two large wolves sprang from the strange mist and cornered them. Samantha was the first to return to her natural form. One of the men recognized her and cried “Witchcraft!!!.” When I appeared, they both fell silent. I captured the mind of one of our victims and bade him stand there in silence. “I’ll see to Antoinette, you may have your way with these two,” I told Samantha. The girl was almost unconscious when I got to her, her bruised eyes almost closed, her shattered nose still bleeding as I licked my fingers and applied my saliva to her facial cuts. Then looked over the rest of her. They had whipped her, not with a teasing whip, but a horse whip, and they had whipped her brutally. Her back was a crisscross web of angry welts and cuts. Blood seeped from them and I licked each of them trying to speed the healing process. I sat back to watch Samantha as she approached her first victim and took his small, limp penis in her hand. She stroked and caressed him, fondling his balls and licking his nipples to arouse him. His fear so great that even Samantha’s skilled ministrations seemed to be having no effect. She looked over at the second man, he didn’t seem to be suffering from the same disorder as his companion was. Samantha noted that his cock, while small, was at least erect. She led both men to the bed, the limp one on his stomach, the other on his back. “I will show you ecstasy such as you have never known before,” she purred, her eyes promising, her body tempting. She knelt between the man’s legs, her lips close to his erect member, her breath warm on the erect flesh before her. She placed her hands on the man’s thighs and placed her red lips on the head of his cock. He moaned as she drew him deeply into her hot, sucking mouth, her tongue pressing the shaft as she took him into her throat. I watched in fascination as her head moved up and down, her fingers playing with his balls as he moaned in heightening pleasure. His fingers tangled in her hair, she pushed them away, she would control this, to its predestined conclusion. “There is a blood rich vessel running along the thigh,” I instructed her. “Yes, My Prince, I can smell it.” She continued sucking her victim’s cock until he was at the peak of arousal, then she brought him over the edge. He cried out in pure ecstasy, his cock throbbing in Samantha’s mouth. At the height of his climax, she released his pulsating organ and sank her fangs into the blood vessel in his thigh. He arched his back in increased pleasure as she drew his life’s blood out and drank it. As his life force passed into her, he breathed his last. Licking her blood stained lips, Samantha turned her attention to the other man. “He’s the one that beat her so badly, I recognize him,” she took the whip in her hand and stood over him. She beat him, the whip falling on his back again and again, red welts appeared, then cuts, blood first oozed, then ran from his lacerated skin. I watched in amazement at the savagery of this woman’s vengeance as she continued to beat him for several moments more. “His blood isn’t worth drinking,” she said with total contempt as she reversed the whip in her hand and pressed the handle into the crack of his ass. As she rammed the hard wooden rod into his ass hole, she regained the aspect of the white wolf. “Face me,” she ordered her victim and he looked at her. His face went white with terror, tears were rolling down his face as he began to plead for his life. Samantha ignored him as her muzzle teased his crotch. “NO! NO! PLEASE!” He cried as she opened her jaws and bit down. The man screamed in agony as the ‘wolf’ bit through his penis and testicles, severing them from his body leaving only a torn and bloody gap between his legs. As she was regaining her human form, she spat the severed parts onto his bloody body. “He’ll be dead in a few moments,” I told her. “Do you want to watch him die?” “No, My Prince, he’s not worth even that.” “What about her?” I indicated Antoinette. “Can we bring her with us?” I smiled and lifted the girl in my arms. In seconds we were in the larger guest bedroom. I placed Antoinette on the large bed and left Samantha with her as I called Sassy. “Sassy will take care of her.” I held my hand out to Samantha, “Come, My Princess.” We walked into the Master Bedroom, I stripped the cloak from her body and stood back in rapt admiration. Hers was the body of a woman. Carved from a single piece of ivory, smooth and without flaw. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like the curtain of midnight, dark, silky… glistening in the candle light. Her eyes shone with the gleam of sapphires, with flecks of gold dancing in them, and a fire blazing behind them. “My Prince is far too clothed,” she whispered, approaching and starting to undress me. We fell naked onto the bed. Samantha, still excited from earlier, took me into her wet, hot mouth. Her lips caressed the shaft of my swelling cock as her tongue swirled about just below the growing head. Her delicate fingers fondled my balls as her head moved up and down, her sucking mouth drawing my raging cock deeper into her until it lodged in her spasming throat. I shifted around slightly to place my head between her quivering, silken thighs. The scent of her filled my nostrils, perfume and passion. My lips brushed her soft, moist curls. I felt her shiver at the contact, then suck harder on me as she clutched my head between her legs, moaning deep in her throat. My tongue flicked over her moistening slit, probing the delicately pouting lips that were now parting slightly to admit my questing tongue. The tip of my tongue stroked the nib of her swelling clitoris, again she trembled as the sensation flowed through her body. As my lips sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue rasped over it… teasing it, exciting it. I caressed her with my lips and tongue as she moved her head still faster up and down my raging cock. I filled my hands with the firm cheeks of her ass, squeezing them, kneading them as my fingers delved between them to seek her tight, puckered, pink asshole. As I pressed my finger into her, she moaned loudly, taking my cock still deeper into her tight… spasming throat. My tongue began moving in and out of her willing pussy, like a small cock. We fell into a rhythm, my finger in her ass, my cock in her mouth, my tongue in her pussy each moving in and out in a syncopated tempo, never leaving her body empty. Her juices began flowing, slowly at first, then faster as her climax grew closer and closer. Her thighs trembled, clutched at my head, her asshole clenched tight around my probing finger, her hot, wet pussy grew tighter, as her mouth tried to suck the cum directly from my full tight balls. My own orgasm was building within my belly, a growing tempest, a storm of epic proportions. My balls screamed for release, my cock strained to fill her mouth and throat completely. At last her climax exploded, her juices flowed like a river over my tongue and into my thirsty mouth. I drank her down, devouring every drop, savoring every drop as I pumped my cock as far into her mouth as it would go and allowed the storm of my own orgasm to break over us. My balls spilled their contents into the rigid shaft of my cock. As she sucked, my cum boiled, surging upwards to burst from the engorged head and pour down her thirsty throat, overflowing to fill her mouth until her lips dripped with my pearly white fluid. Samantha relinquished my throbbing cock as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure flowed over and through her. I could feel her body still shaking as my tongue continued to twist and probe. My cock was still hard, still hot, still ready. I changed positions, the head of my raging cock replacing my mouth on Samantha’s hot, wet, waiting pussy. “YES! YES! I WANT YOU!” She moaned, wrapping her long legs about my waist. With one stroke I drove my rigid cock deep inside her. Her inner muscles clutched the length of my shaft as it pounded into the wet, velvet haven of her body. “AAAAAHHHHHHH!” She gasped as I drove my cock home, burying it within her, forcing the air from her lungs with the fury of my thrust. My hips began moving, faster and faster, her hips matched mine as we moved in a frenzy of passionate abandon. Each trying to draw the utmost sensation from the other and passing it back. Our bodies were like a violin and bow, perfectly tuned, in complete harmony. The music of her moaning caressed my ears, as the feeling of her lush, wet, pussy caressed the whole of my cock. Faster and faster we moved, my cock pounding deeper inside her with each thrust, my balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass, her feet beating a drum tattoo on my back as her long fingernails raked furrows down my shoulders. Guttural moans of passion emanated from her throat as she threw her head from side to side, her eyes blazing with lust as she bucked and writhed, grinding her hips wildly against me, drawing my cock deeper still into her seething hot pussy. Clutching at my straining cock, pulling at my hips with her legs she arched her back and moaned loudly as her body began to shake under the convulsive force of her climax. As she was exploding upon my cock, so my full balls emptied their treasure into my cock and it surged upward, spilling from the head of my dick like an erupting geyser. Hot cum, pouring into her clutching pussy, her lips milking me, her inner muscles caressing and stroking the shaft of my pulsating cock as more and more cum poured from it, mingling with hers inside her. The incredible pleasure of our orgasms lasted as we continued to move with each other, my cock still buried within her passionate body as she squeezed and clutched me, sending new waves of ecstasy coursing through me. As our climax subsided, I was spent, my balls totally empty. We collapsed upon each other, gulping for air, our bodies flushed with the heat of our passion. Samantha’s breasts heaving with each breath she took. We lay there in silence for long moments until there was a soft, timid knock on the door. “Yes?” I called out, my arm about Samantha’s shoulders. It was Antoinette, her face still bruised, but her cuts had healed and she was able to move around. “Thank you Samantha, thank you milord. You saved my life tonight. I know they would have killed me.” The girl looked at us with curiosity and some fear in her young eyes. “Come sit by me Antoinette, I won’t hurt you.” Samantha patted the mattress beside her. “She may stay with us if you would like her to.” I told Samantha, knowing what she was thinking about. But do not think of taking her into the clan just yet. Tomorrow night I will show you how to enthrall her. Tonight she needs to rest.” Thank you My Prince. She has always been a friend to me.” “Antoinette, why don’t you stay with us? You can live here and be safe. Thomas will protect you, as he protects me and his sister Bess.” “Thank you milord.” She addressed me in a subservient fashion. “But I’d be a burden.” “Nonsense. I’ll not hear of it. You’ll stay here, at least until your mended. Then we’ll talk further.” I commanded. “Thank you milord, Samantha.” “Now come up here and rest, “ Samantha said softly. Samantha took control of the girl’s mind and bade her sleep, to sleep until she was awakened by one or the other of us. Antoinette’s eyes closed slowly as she drifted off. Gently, Samantha laid her on the bed, then kissed her tenderly on the brow. “She has known so much tragedy and hardship in so short a time,” she whispered, stroking the girl’s hair. I gathered Samantha into my arms and we both fell into our ‘sleep.’ As night once more approached, I was awakened to the touch of my sister’s lips on my rigid cock. I opened my eyes and saw her sucking me, while Samantha’s head was buried between Bess’ legs. Samantha, also on all fours, had her ass in the air, to accommodate Edward, who was energetically fucking her, his hips moving quickly as he pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Bess’ lips caressed my cock as she moved them up and down, her tongue pressing the huge vein along the underside of my raging hard-on. While I was being pleasured so well, I decided, on a whim, to awaken Antoinette and see if she would like to join in. The young prostitute opened her eyes as she woke then rubbed them in disbelief when she beheld the erotic vignette being displayed on the bed beside her. “Straddle my mouth, let me pleasure you.” I said, a request, not an instruction. “Oh yes, milord,” she said, huskily as she moved her lush young pussy onto my mouth. My tongue licked her, up and down her sodden slit, caressing the soft petals of her delicate, pouting lips. Her clit was already swelling when I stroked it with my tongue. “OOHHH!” she moaned softly when the tip of my tongue caressed her clitoris then dived into her willing pussy. The girl reached up and cupped her full breasts, thumbing the nipples to erection. Her hips moved back and forth on my mouth, rubbing her moisture into my lips and face as my mouth sucked her eager pussy. I drew her swollen clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. The girl shook with pleasure. My tongue fluttered over it, caressing it, stroking it, rasping over the tip of it. Antoinette’s young body was wracked with waves of pleasure as my lips and tongue paid homage to her hot, wet, hole. Bess’ mouth, too, was busy as she licked, kissed and sucked my cock, taking the head deep into her throat then drawing it out again, so her tongue could caress the shaft just below the head, then lick the pearly drops of pre seminal fluid from the small slit. As Edward pounded his cock into Samantha, it pushed her mouth harder into Bess’ waiting pussy. This, in turn spurred Bess on to even greater effort sucking my cock. As I grew more stimulated, my mouthing of Antoinette’s wet, hole became more and more energetic. Our orgasms were like a chain reaction. Edward exploded into Samantha’s waiting pussy, she responding with her own climax, was urged to more vigorous tonguing of Bess’ willing body, this drove Bess over the edge and her bursting climax made her suck my cock harder until I too, erupted in an explosive climax. My mouth devoured Antoinette’s young pussy, sending her into a whirlwind of orgasmic bliss. Five mouths, three pussies, two cocks, all satisfying the other in some fashion as our little line of hot, sweaty bodies reveled in their monumental orgasms then collapsed, together, spent, yet invigorated. “And who is this My Brother?” Bess asked, eyeing Antoinette’s lush body. She is a guest, My Love. Perhaps she may join us, perhaps not, this is not decided yet, but she will be safe here until it is.” The “Hands Off’ warning came through clearly, and Bess didn’t object. I bade Antoinette to sleep once more then beckoned Samantha. Feed from her now. Do not kill her, but feed well.” “But she is my friend, I…” she protested, but looked at Antoinette with a hunger in her eyes. She placed her lips to her young friend’s throat and drank, deeply, stopping just as Antoinette’s life force was surfacing. Samantha sat back on her heels licking her lips. “You will do this twice more, the third time on a night of the full moon,” I instructed. “This will enthrall her to you, yet she will retain her mortality. She will be at your beckon call, but will otherwise be normal.” Samantha smiled, “I don’t want to take her life, she’s been too good a friend. Thank you Thomas.” “And now, we must hunt!” I announced. Taking Samantha by the hand, I summoned the mist, and four of us went into the night. New Beginnings Antoinette eventually joined us, Samantha being her ‘mother’ and our clan grew. Over the years we moved throughout the growing country. For a time we dwelled in the New England colonies. Unfortunately Bess and Antoinette both drew the attention of the local witch hunters and we were forced to flee. Religious fervor was like a plague that was spreading over the land. We elected to travel west to the great river, then south to the French territory of Louisiana. I,Vampire Ch. 03 Here we prospered and our clan thrived. As the decades passed we grew restless. Edward and Bess wanted to remain in New Orleans, Samantha, Antoinette and I decided to move on and traveled to Virginia. Here we bought a plantation near to the coast and settled down once more. But it was the late 18th century by now and the colonies grew restless under the boot heel of Great Britain and the mad King George. In Boston, a shipment of tea had been thrown into the harbor, in Philadelphia talk of independence was being made, the seeds of rebellion had been sewn, and revolution would be the fruit borne. “Thomas, you must join our cause,” the portly gentleman in the spectacles demanded. “You control ships, mills, a great empire here in Virginia. You could lend your considerable influence to us.” “Ben, I am not against you. Lord knows I’m no Tory, but what you are suggesting is an overt act of treason. No colony has ever revolted against Britain and survived.” “Yes. We may all hang. But remember, Britain’s other colonies can be reached by armies on FOOT. We must be reached by armies over the sea!” I looked doubtful, “You mean after the armies that are already here are destroyed?” “YES DAMNIT!” He swore, “We will be fighting for our own homes, on our own soil. We CAN destroy the kings armies!” His passion was evident and sincere. Here was a man whose intellect I respected, I held in awe actually, suggesting that we could cast off the yoke of empire and survive. Had he gone mad? Or was there really a chance of success? “What you ask is not something I can agree to without due consideration. It nears dawn, Ben, we have been talking and drinking all night. Let us get some sleep and we can discuss it this evening again. Perhaps I can decide by then.” Antoinette entered the room just then. “Antoinette, please see to our guest’s comfort.” I rose and we left the study. Samantha was waiting for me when I entered our bedroom. “You’ve been busy my love,” she embraced me, the heat of her passion warming my body. “Ben is an interesting man, very bright, very imaginative and devoted to a cause that borders on either pure madness, or pure genius.” I went on to explain Ben’s proposal as Samantha busied herself undressing me. She drew my shirt from my body and dropped it as I rambled on, then tugged my breeches down and threw them aside. She silenced me with her lips, as they took the head of my, now growing cock and sucked it into her hot, waiting mouth. The feel of her tongue as it pressed my shaft combined with the caress of her soft lips, a pleasure of indescribable intensity wracked my body. She sucked my rigid cock deep into her throat, trapping it there as her lips and tongue continued to make love to my imprisoned manhood. Waves of ecstasy flowed though my body as Samantha cradled by quickly filling balls in her soft hand, gently fondling and caressing them. I stood there, my legs wobbling, as I looked at her kneeling before me, her head moving as she drew my cock in and out of her hungry mouth. I took her head between my hands and held her as I thrust my hips toward her, driving my iron like cock deep into her spasming throat. Her free hand gripped my ass, pulling me to her, forcing my cock as far into her throat as it would go, knowing that I was on the verge of orgasm. My legs shook as my balls began to spasm, sending hot semen flowing to boil from my cock and pour freely down Samantha's eager throat. Her lips and tongue caressed and milked me as she sucked all the cum I had to give her, swallowing greedily, wasting no drop. I fell back upon the bed and Samantha joined me, eagerly licking any trace of semen from my deflating cock and, now empty, balls. We lay there in silence for a few moments before I suggested, “Perhaps we should look in on Antoinette and Ben.” I smiled. Samantha caressed my flagging cock and smiled. Through Antoinette eyes we looked upon the scene. Ben lay nude on the bed, Antoinette eagerly sucking his large cock as Ben hungrily dined upon her sweet young pussy. “They’re enjoying themselves it would seem,” Samantha said, beginning to stroke my cock tenderly. As my cock began to return to life, we watched Antoinette mount Ben’s cock and slowly impale herself upon it. Ben, for his part, reached up and fondled her large, firm breasts, their nipples hard and swollen. Antoinette moved her hips forward and back in a slow, languid rhythm, one that made Ben’s heart beat faster as he neared climax. Antoinette knew that while she was permitted to feed upon him, he was not to be taken, nor was he to be allowed to die. We watched as Ben neared the ultimate moment. Antoinette's sharp white fangs appeared as Ben redoubled his efforts, thrusting his cock into her eager body harder and harder. Antoinette would have to feign her own climax if she was to bring Ben to his own, and with the skill learned in the brothel, she did just that. Her moans of pure ecstasy would have convinced the most jaded that she was in the grip of a most intense orgasm. Ben could, and would, hold back no longer. At the first pulsing of his climax Antoinette teeth brushed his throat then sank deep into his vein. Ben's body convulsed at this monumentally erotic thrill, his balls twitched as he sent load after load of his own semen coursing into Antoinette's young pussy, and his blood flowing down her hungry throat. When she had fed, Antoinette sat up, Ben’s cock still gripped by her body, and throwing her head back moaned with an animal intensity, announcing her sexual frustration as well as the satisfaction of her blood hunger. “She’ll be in here in a moment,” Samantha whispered, “expecting one of us to satisfy her.” As I turned to Samantha, the door to our room opened, Antoinette stood naked in the doorway, thin streams of blood staining her sensual mouth. “His blood is hot, rich,” She licked her lips and saw my expression, “He lives Thomas, he will sleep deeply until this evening, but he lives.” Her hips swayed as she approached the bed, “But my blood still boils, he has excited me and I need fulfillment,” She approached Samantha and embraced her, their lips met, Antoinette's hungry and demanding, Samantha's soft and giving. I watched the two women caress and touch each other, intimate touches, stimulating caresses, fingers probing as their lips slid together. As they lay down, their heads between each others outstretched legs I was treated to the sight of two beautiful bodies entwined in a hot, passionate embrace, heaving breasts, hard nipples, quivering buttocks, pouting pussy lips, moist with dew. The scent of womanly lust filled the room. I found myself growing excited as well. My excitement growing even more when I felt Antoinette's soft hand grip my swelling cock and begin stroking it, gently leading me closer to where the Antoinette's ass curved invitingly before me, her tightly puckered rosebud waiting for my cock as Samantha hungrily ate Antoinette's hot, wet pussy. Placing my hands on her quivering ass cheeks, I spread them and let the bloated head of my cock rest on her asshole. As Antoinette wiggled her ass, Samantha let her tongue run along the large vein running beneath my rigid cock. Antoinette raised her head, lifting her mouth from Samantha's burning cunt. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Stick it in my ass, please." Without further hesitation, I slowly drove my stiff cock into Antoinette's waiting ass. The tight ring of her sphincter gripped my cock as I pressed into it, then through it, to feel the tightness of her ass holding the head of my cock as I buried the rest of it deep in her steaming bowels. As I fucked Antoinette's ass, my balls hung in range of Samantha's tongue, which now alternated between Antoinette's cunt, and my balls. Despite my earlier climax, I was not going to be able to sustain this level of stimulation too much longer. Antoinette has the tightest ass, and Samantha the most talented tongue, between the two of them, they could bring a statue to orgasm. When we came, it was loud, tumultuous, almost to the point of being violent. Our bodies spasming as our joint sexual climax erupted. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I pumped my hot juices into Antoinette's tight ass, her sphincter clasping and milking my cock as I pounded it into her again and again, until it finally began to deflate and slip from her hot, tight grip. As we lay sprawled on the huge bed, Samantha rested her head on my chest, her soft hand caressing my now limp, cock. "Dawn approaches, My Prince," she whispered. Antoinette cuddled up with her head resting at the juncture of Samantha's silken thighs. We slept thus until the sun began, once more, it's retreat from the night.