3 comments/ 6153 views/ 3 favorites Jenna's Story By: Dar_Jisbo I, Jenna, am a vampire... but a good one. I fight on the side of good while the world around me has gone bad. The contamination spread from the foulness of the River has turned most humans into spawn. My partner, Logan, and I have preserved the last oasis of humanity... so far. This is my story. [6 years earlier] "Hi, Jenna," said Professor Mobley. "You've become quite the woman. You're 21 now, right? Your birthday was over the weekend?" "That's right, Professor," I replied. "So why have you called me into your lab?" The gray-haired genius sighed. "Take a look at these blood samples." I examined the slides on the microscope. A shock pulsed through me. "These are... like mine!" I gasped. "Professor, where did you get these?" "Three of our local residents were playing by the River," Professor Mobley explained. "They were overcome by a foulness that emanated from the water itself. They came straight to me and my assistants restrained them, and then took the samples. Mr. Dyson has already taken the other townspeople into his self-sustaining shelter. Thank Zeus his grandfather built it when the Cold War was at its height. The town's people can survive indefinitely and there's no earthly way the spawn can get at them. That's what they are, right?" I sighed. "Yes, Professor." "Jenna," intoned the professor, "one more thing. How come you're not like the others?" I looked straight at Professor Mobley. "I don't know." It was the next day that I met Logan. He was swinging an old-fashioned sword at a wooden dummy. "What are you doing, boy?" I called. He looked no older than 14. "I'm no boy," he replied. "My name is Logan. I'm 19 years old, so that makes me a man. I'm going to take out the foulness emanating from the River." "With that?" I inquired. "How will a single sword be enough?" "If there's a single entity, a single sword will do," Logan replied with confidence. "I'm Jenna," I giggled. "You seem self-assured. Maybe we can work together to stop the entity. You see," I smirked, exposing my fangs with a giant grin, "I don't like evil ones of my kind running loose." Logan's jaw dropped six inches as he stared at my fangs. "You... you... " he gasped. "Stay away from me!" He waved his sword in a menacing manner. I drew my ceremonial dagger that had been passed down through three generations of female vampires in my family and approached Logan. He lunged forward and a quick flick of my wrist stabbed his hand that was holding the sword, not deeply, but enough to cause him to drop his weapon. I took his hand, licked off the blood and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You need more practice," I grinned at him. "Meet me outside the Fortress tomorrow, in the Glade. Two p.m. sharp, and we'll rehearse." "You... you didn't transform me," Logan gasped. "You're not evil?" "My family have been good vampires for three generations," I said. "Vampires can be good. It's just spawn that are evil, because only an evil vampire creates them." Within a few weeks of training, Logan was almost as skilled as I was. He had a natural ability with his sword. My abilities had been hard-won, through years of training, but he just had an instinct for swordsmanship. I suppose it's impossible to spend six hours per day training alone with a companion and not develop feelings for them. One day after we had finished, I broached the subject. "Logan," I said, "don't go back to the shelter tonight. Come with me to my house." The entity within the River sensed a new presence, because three spawn attacked us as we walked back. Logan and I easily dispatched them. "You're really good with that blade, Jenna," he said in an impressed tone. When we arrived at my house, I barricaded the door with some practical magic -- my witch training sealed the house off, so nothing could get in or out. I lay Logan next to me on the couch. "Rest," I said. He put his arm around me and leaned his head on my shoulder. I smiled at him and wrapped my own arm around him. Logan, worn out from training, was soon slumbering in my arms. I decided I had to get a closer look at his well-muscled body, and took him into my bedroom. I removed his shirt and lay him on the bed, where I nestled my lithe frame against his half-naked form. Sometime in the night, he stirred. "Jenna?" he whispered. "Did you...?" I wrapped my arms more firmly around him and pressed his bare chest against my body. My thin dress was all that separated my flesh from his. "Sleep, Logan," I whispered back. I closed my eyes as he gently nuzzled my neck before fading back into dreamland. The next day after training, he returned. "I can't believe you took my shirt off," he said with a smile. "This time I won't make you wait." He stripped his shirt off his own body and pulled me against him. I nuzzled his neck, then slowly kissed my way down his broad chest. I gently nibbled at his sensitive nipples, causing him to gasp. "Jenna, you little minx!" he said, wrapping his arms firmly around me and holding my head against his chest. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom. You may as well take your clothes off, not that you ever wear very much." We both disrobed as we entered the bedroom. I sprang, catlike, onto the bed while Logan hoisted himself up with his powerful arms. I cast a quick, silent spell to make him stay hard until I let him climax, and with a gesture I bade him come to my welcoming arms. "Do you trust me, Logan?" I whispered. He nodded yes. "Good," I said. I opened my mouth and sank my fangs into his neck. "Relax," I purred. He obediently held still while I drank a small amount of his blood. I withdrew my fangs and gave him a tender smile. "Vampires can control their bites," I said. "I can feed without transforming you. I won't do it often, lover, but you must not be surprised when I drink. I promise I will never take enough to harm you." Logan nodded. "Let me kiss your body," he whispered. "All of your body." I smiled in response. Logan began with my neck, touching his lips to just under my chin and softly kissing, licking and nuzzling his way downward. His gentleness surprised me, given that his body was strapping and powerful. His lips touched the swell of my breasts and he looked up at me expectantly. "Go on," I said, smiling. Logan kissed down the valley of my breasts. He proceeded to lick the underside of my mounds upwards to my nipples. Taking first one, and then the other, into his mouth, he suckled softly and nibbled gently. I let out a soft moan. Logan gave me a smile and moved to my feet, nibbling lightly on my toes before kissing his way from my feet up my legs. I moaned louder as he reached my thighs, kissing and licking up the inside. I was anticipating him heading for my treasure box, but Logan instead turned me over. "I still have to kiss the back half of you, Jenna," Logan whispered. "I'd love to drink your nectar from the source, but this comes first." He moved his way up the back of my legs, and I discovered that the back of my knees was a ticklish spot. He then moved down my neck to my back, and when his lips and tongue ran up and down my spine, my body began trembling with pleasure. Finally, he turned me back over and slipped his tongue inside my soaking box. When Logan's fingertip began circling the bud of my clit, I lost control and flooded his face with nectar. He licked up as much as he could before moving up to kiss me on the lips, letting me taste myself as our tongues twined. "You taste wonderful, Jenna," he purred when we broke for air. "My turn," I said. I laid his body on the bed and kissed from his neck to his chest. I wasn't going to give him a total tongue-bath, but I did want to give him a reward for doing such a wonderful job. I nibbled his toes and kissed his thighs while I ran my fingernails over his flanks. When I felt him to be ready, I slipped my tongue onto his swollen balls and wrapped my hand around his thick organ, stroking softly up and down. Logan let out a gentle sigh. "I'm ready now, Jenna," he whispered. "Take me." I teased him for a few moments longer before I lay down and spread my legs. Logan positioned himself between them and slid into me. He wrapped his arms tenderly around me and slowly slid in and out, establishing a smooth rhythm. I was expecting him to pound away, but he displayed admirable restraint, instead controlling his body and taking care he wouldn't crush me. After he had made me climax several times in the missionary position, I decided to switch. Logan lay on the bed and I mounted him, leaning forward so that my breasts were presented to his hungering mouth. He took them and suckled on the nipples as I bounced up and down. Unlike Logan, I did not go for a slow and steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around Logan's body and increased the pace, first to a fast one and then to as furious a pace as I could manage. Logan's hips moved in tandem with mine. "Oh, Jenna!" he moaned. "You're so... forceful. I don't know how I'm able to hold back!" If it weren't for my magic, he'd have already filled me up. I did desire his cum inside me, but at a moment of my choosing. I felt an orgasm more powerful than any I'd had that day approaching. "Don't try to hold back, Logan," I gasped. My body went into a violent spasm. "Fill me1 Give it to me, now!" My words broke the spell and Logan shot jet after jet of his cum into my superheated box. After we were both finished, I collapsed onto his body, with Logan still inside me. "Wow, Jenna," he whispered. "That was the most amazing experience I've ever had." "You were darn good, yourself," I purred. I untangled my body from his and lay next to him. We fell asleep holding each other. The next day, a carrier pigeon arrived with an urgent message from Professor Mobley. When I arrived in the Fortress, he was very agitated. "If this entity creates a collection of 500 spawn in one place," he said, "they can break into the Fortress with their powers. Jenna, you and Logan must prevent this. If you can destroy the entity in the River, it will prevent more spawn from being formed. The good thing is that this town isn't a tourist destination, so there won't be a lot of new victims formed around here. The bad news is that based on these news reports, the contamination has spread far and wide. Infected spawn are spreading from the towns all along the River, which include 10 major cities, and taking the contamination to the rest of the world. I estimate that within 6 months, most of mankind will be gone." The professor's prediction was indeed accurate. Aside from the most remote parts of the world -- the Eskimos, the Bedouins, some parts of darkest Africa -- the Fortress was within a year the last bastion of humanity, as far as we could tell. Logan and I scoured the area around the Fortress daily, eliminating any spawn we could find. So far, we have been successful in purging the threat. Logan thinks that within a year, we will be strong enough to destroy the entity in the River and make the world safe for the residents of the Fortress. The spawn created must feed on human blood within a year, or they will die off, so if we can succeed... Oh, one more thing. At least once per week, Logan gives me what I need -- long, passionate sex sessions, and a few drops of his blood. Jenna's Story Note: This character is an offshoot of the series 'The life of Desiree' and introduced in Chapter 2. This one is a little darker than my other stuff but not so bad. I have trouble with my protagonists always wanting to embody the best of us. This one is a little different. Enjoy. Chapter 1 -- Jenna tells the story her first mission. My name is Jenna. I am the sister of Desiree. Our mother is the Goddess Aphrodite. Three months ago my sister Desiree came and found me, taught me how to use my powers correctly. She convinced me to serve Aphrodite in return for the support of Olympus. The God's help me by getting a job I love that pays a ton of money, although I still have to get through college first having just turned eighteen 4 months ago. The human type worries are not a problem for me anymore, not like before I knew who and what I was. A demi-goddess of Love, Beauty, Pleasure and Procreation. However unlike my sister my missions are more likely to be a deliverance of the wrath of the gods, not a healing or protecting love. I am not really the nurturing type. I am not a monster however, if anyone every saw a light chocolate skinned woman with dark hair that seems to sparkle, full lips and innocent brown eyes. A curvy set of D size breasts. A skinny waist that flares out into a sexy hips and firm bubble shaped ass. Well.... They would be absolutely safe. In fact if their lucky they may be in for the night of their life. Because if someone saw me and recognized me by the above description I am not on a mission, I am probably just out to have fun. On my own time I may be a little selfish, a little into myself, but I am never cruel and I am often passionate. They may fall a little in love with me. Long for me and never forget me, but they would never regret meeting me. However, if that person had ever made a deal with one of the gods and reneged on a deal by not coming through with payment. If that person has ever been prideful and declared themselves more beautiful than Aphrodite, or stronger than Ares, or smarter than Athena they might be in trouble. If they have ever insulted the gods, they need to fear me. Problem is, they may never see me coming. I may be that cute little 5' nothing redhead, or that tall statuesque blonde, or any race or color. So that is my job, my missions from Aphrodite. I do not kill, the gods have assassins. I am a home wrecker, a destroyer of lives or livelihood. I could be a one night stand that sends the video to their wife and boss, after seducing them into disgusting perversions. I may be the sweet woman they met at church who arrived in their life like a whirlwind, only to clean out their accounts, ruin their business, sour their contacts, steal their identity and otherwise make their life a living hell all while keeping them my love slave, unable to see what is right in front of them as they follow me around like a puppy dog. I realize this makes me sound cruel, I mentioned in the beginning I am not a monster, and I am sure there is doubt now. But truthfully, if someone finds me in their life as my target of a mission, they did something to deserve it. They lied or cheated and went back on their word. Think of me as the executer of a god's or goddess's punishment that they earned and fully deserve. Or perhaps the smoking gun in the God or Goddesses hand who pointed me in their direction. At least when I leave they still have hope, their life and perhaps the chance to rebuild. Why am I suited to this work? I did not have an easy childhood. My mother, whom I love and worship with all my heart made plans for me. I had an adoptive parent, and he made a deal with Aphrodite, in exchange for an easier life he would protect and love me, and bring me up. He broke his oath to the god's, got rid of me. Decided I wasn't worth the trade after all. Put me in an orphanage where I was abused. I will not go into details, but yes, there is a dark side of me that yearns to punish the oath breakers considering what happened. I am not bitter, but I do understand the importance of what I do, it is necessary and I am very good at it. So now that I have introduced myself, and what I am about, it is time to tell the story of my first mission. It started 3 months after I met Desiree and she changed my life. I may not be sappy like her but I do look up to her, she is family. I may have been more like her if I had a similar childhood. If I hadn.... But enough about my past and who I am. It is time for the story of my first mission. I awoke in one of the rooms at the frat house Desiree found me in three months ago. The 2 men I went to bed with on either side, our legs all intertwined. I have got to say that she was right, lust mixed in with a touch of love makes even rutting better when my partners are so attentive to my pleasure rather than their own. I was in the mood to taste cock, loved it, the power and control is all mine from that paradoxically submissive position. I used my power and stroked one of the men's legs to ensure he wouldn't wake up until I was ready for him, then I turned over the other way and took the other's flaccid cock into my mouth, gently sucking as I licked the tip. I moaned in pleasure as I tasted my dried on honey that washed over his cock last night. He awoke moaning as his pole grew in my mouth, tickling the back of my throat as I pleasured it, slowly penetrating my throat as I massaged his balls and he grew to full length. My nipples grew hard as they grazed his thighs. The first taste of his precum caused me to moan and my pussy to tingle and dampen. "MMMmmmmm", I groaned out at the taste which caused my throat to tighten and hum against his rigid length. Not wanting to end this too quickly. I kept him from the edge by the leash of my submissiveness that controlled him. I took him out of my mouth and pushed his length against his stomach as I sucked his balls into my mouth, sucking softly and massaging in circles with my tongue as I softly jerked his cock with my hand up against his stomach. Licking all the way to the top I plunged my head down on his member while sliding a finger inside his dark hole causing him to grunt. Searching and then finding his prostrate with my fingertip I started to throat fuck him bobbing my head up and down. His moans and the taste of his precum on my tongue was my reward for good service. I was dripping wet and started to grind my pussy against his leg as I felt his cock swell even more in preparation to feed me his cock juice. That's when I started to massage his prostrate and he screamed out arching his middle straight up. I locked my nose into his body as I milked his seed with my throat, his cock clearly visible in my bulging neck. I continued to massage his insides to lengthen his orgasm as much as possible. I drank his musky tasting sticky seed greedily, swallowing it all. Swallowing with him inside the throat is the best since I can use that action to both milk his cock and swallow down his seed at the same time. My pussy was now sopping wet, I looked him in the eyes with a knowing smile and winked while saying thank you to him with my eyes. Nothing quite turns on a guy like him knowing I want to be on my knees, I want to pleasure his cock, I am thankful for his seed. I also knew treating his cock almost worshipfully was pleasing in the eyes of my goddess. I released my power on the other guy in bed with us that was keeping him asleep, and then proceeded to give him wakeup call as well. To be honest I expected guy number one to head for the door when I took the other cock into my mouth. To my surprise he reciprocated. To be fair I had been doing the lust aura wrong until three months ago, so my expectations weren't so high yet and had nothing to do with the quality of the guy I was with. I do know better now. As I felt the second cock growing in my mouth and tickling my already sore throat, loving the feeling of it growing against my tongue. As it forcefully penetrated my throat because it had nowhere else to go. I suddenly felt a rough tongue lap at my wet pussy, the lips covering my hot wet core parted as his tongue slid in causing me to gasp in pleasure. Then I felt his hands, he had his fingers spread and on either side of me, his elbows sticking strait out to the side, pulling apart both my ass cheeks and opening my pussy lips at the same time. "Oh goddess, keep doing that," I moaned out as he sucked on my clit. He licked along my labia, across the taint, and poked at my asshole with his tongue. He repeated that over and over as he pleasured both of my holes with his rough wet tongue. When I cried out, the cock in my mouth muffled my voice and slurred my words, "Oh don, don't stop, I'm so close!" He plunged two fingers in my pussy and sucked my sensitive swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it over and over with his rough tongue until I exploded honeyed nectar onto his face. I felt him greedily drink my honey, moaning in delight, knowing well how good I taste as a demi-goddess. I was not surprised when he redoubled his efforts to make me climax again. I was riding that cock with my face, brutally fucking it with my now sore throat as my second orgasm hit and I buried my face down, crying out and moaning over his cock which overcame his remaining control. His manhood swelled and shot his musky ropes onto my waiting tongue. I greedily sucked down this load as I had the first. I kissed them both when we were recovered and said with a wink, "Good morning, I got to run, things to do." They said goodbye as I headed down the hall to the bathroom. I jumped into the shower. I also kept clothes there in a few of the guys rooms, no walk of shame for me while smelling like sex with my clothes all messed up. Not that I would mind that of course. Being a demi-goddess of Love, Beauty, Pleasure and Procreation means it's a life choice hazard. So I eventually got back to my dorm and was doing homework for my business degree when I felt the prompting for the first time. It is so hard to explain how it feels, yes it is an urge to do something, but it comes with the divine love of my mother, I could feel her presence. I made a deal and had to obey, but the truth is I love to worship and obey my goddess, sadly I can't accurately describe the feeling involved. I was eager for my first mission in this new life. What I didn't know at the time was it was going to be extremely personal to me. I almost fucked it up and lost everything. I got up off the bed covered with books and walked over to the dresser, right on top I saw three things. I picked up a black American Express card, car keys, and a mapped route to Vegas. Map showed a little over 9 hours to get there. I was surprised by the American Express card, I knew though, by a feeling, that it was to be used for mission stuff only such as clothes, local travel, hotels, and incidentals. The car however I knew to be a gift, the knowledge settled in my mind as I picked up the keys, I was allowed to use this for personal reasons as well as my missions from Aphrodite. Eager to get started I picked up the map and felt the urge to leave, so I figured I didn't need to pack. I headed down, found my car, which was one of those fancy new Camaro things. It said SS but I had no idea what that meant. All I knew was it was fast, very fast. In fact I had to slow down after getting pulled over twice. No ticket of course, just a stuttered warning when they took in my appearance. Before getting to Vegas I felt the urge to pull off and I parked in front of a clothing store. By the time I was finished shopping the trunk was full of business casual woman's clothing in my size and a number of tasteful shoes with 2 inch heels. I now understood clearly why nothing in my closet was appropriate for the mission. I put my hands on the steering wheel and immediately noticed they were much lighter in skin tone, more like a Latina color. Looking up my hair was still dark and my eyes were the same as well. My nails were a bit shorter as well, more of a professional woman look than my normal nails, which if I were honest said college slut. I stopped for gas right outside Vegas and when I got back in the car there was some new stuff on the seat, a brochure of the Bellagio casino and a flyer for a business convention. There was also some very small professional looking cameras and recording system. I put it in the oversized purse I bought and headed to the Bellagio. I checked in and headed up to my room, bringing enough clothes for a week which was the length of the convention. I also felt an urge to set up the cameras immediately and set them to record motion. I admit I was excited, and curious. I had no idea what I was going to do next, I just knew I would do it and trust. This is another thing that Desiree taught me. Have faith in mother, she will keep me safe, just as long as I follow instructions. To be honest it was making me a little wet and tingly, but then that would be a normal response for one of Aphrodite's daughters. A connection to her makes our powers take a peek so to speak, and Love and Pleasure make us all wet. I felt the urge to get some sleep. Apparently a 10pm bed time was one of my mission requirements, so I followed it. I woke up about 6 am and jumped in the shower following the promptings I was getting and then got dressed in a boring women's suit. When I looked in the mirror I was very shocked. I am used to looking sexy, hot, a young piece of flesh going to college. I loved it. I loved sharing it as well. But looking in the mirror now? I looked sophisticated, beautiful and stunning. My hair was up in a bun revealing my long sensual neck. I had on a woman's business suit but it wasn't severe enough to hide my figure, just professional looking. I had stockings on under the skirt that went down to just below my knees. I had on and a pair of black women's shoes with the 2 inch heels. I still looked 18 of course, but I had a feeling that would be an asset as well. I headed down to breakfast which was buffet style, after I got my food I was lead by the impulse to join a woman sitting alone even though there were still 2 empty tables. She was about 30 year's old, very attractive bouncy blonde hair falling to her shoulders. She was wearing a business type dress that covered her cleavage, I estimated a C cup. She looked up at me as I walked toward the table and I could see her blue eyes light up as they took me in. Smiling politely I said, "Mind if I join you for breakfast?" She replied back, "Sure. I'm Nance, here for that business conference so I don't have anyone joining me." I allowed my smile to reach my eyes as it widened. I said, "Thanks, I'm here for the conference too, just got in last night actually." We had a nice chat over breakfast and she seemed really nice, I had no idea why she was my focus but I thought she must be guilty of something. She was clearly attracted to me, I could see the hunger in the back of her eyes, she hid it well but lust is part of my domain. When we finished breakfast I asked, "You doing anything tonight after the conference? I don't want to seem pushy but I figure we are both here alone, and you seem like someone I would have fun with," I paused for a second, letting her imagination work on my loaded statement then continued, "There seems to be a lot of shows in this town, I'm sure we could find something?" It seemed important at the time to only suggest a tryst obliquely, let her subconscious work it over for a while her conscious mind worked on the innocent connotations of a girls night out with a very new friend. She nodded, "I have to call my husband right after the conference, but sure, say 6pm, we can meet in front of the restaurant." I felt strangely guilty at that point, yes I deal with love and lust, but I was never with a married person before. In fact, people who are not faithful annoy me, I see them as oath breakers, and you all know how I feel about them. I had a feeling this woman was faithful to her husband, or at least had been until she met a demi-goddess come to destroy her family. I did learn perspective later, it's kind of funny actually, it was my anger that got me to move forward with the punishment for this first time, and perspective now that my anger has long cooled. Love and Lust are aspects of my Goddess, used both in a good way and a bad way. No god or goddess only has a fluffy side, they all cut both ways. Demi-gods and demi-goddesses are a little different and more focused on one side or the other. That's why Aphrodite had Desiree and I, it takes two of us to run the spectrum so to speak. No one should confuse my guilt however, for hesitation, all it means is I am partially human. I have feelings of compassion. I had my anger, and I had my knowledge that she deserves it. I was also, as I would find out soon, a little naive. I headed to the conference. Just in case she looks for me I can't be in my room or somewhere else having fun. It was boring beyond belief. She did however come sit by me after lunch so it was a good decision. I kept letting my skirt hike up a bit then push it back down. I caught her keep checking out my legs all afternoon long. She said she had to run up to her room quick and make the call and mentioned her room number casually, I did not think it was an invite and I was guided to wait for her by the restaurant after changing into something a little less business like myself. She came down around 6 and I noticed she had freshened up and looked really good. We decided to see a magic show but after dinner. Keeping it simple we went in the restaurant right in front of us. We had some wine and by the end of dinner she was clearly sending the signals. We charged the meal to our rooms and I happened to catch her last name. The last name was the same as the man I was left with as a baby. I had a strangled look in my eyes when I looked up. I was an 18 year old demi-goddess that had a natural flair for sex, love, lust, seduction. And yet, very stupidly, in a gasping voice I asked, "Your husband is Ben Martin? About 10 years older than you?" Shit! My mother had given me the opportunity to punish the man that broke faith with her and abandoned me to a group home, the opportunity to seduce his much younger wife to return the favor and ruin his life. My eyes got wide as I realized what I had just done. There is no way she would sleep with me even if she didn't know how I knew about her husband. The horror on my face would prevent it. I did the only thing I could at that point. I bent my head and prayed to my goddess in apology. I asked for help and forgiveness of my stupidity, granted it was stupidity from the horrific surprise, but I should have been better than that. A more worthy daughter of the amazing gifts I had inherited, my birthright. I felt effusive love and acceptance enter me. I was comforted for my shock and anger. I also felt mother's pride that I turned to her as my first inclination. If I had waited she would not have been able to redeem my mistake. I saw my hand glow and reach out to touch the back of Nance's hand without my control. I knew her memories from the last minute had been erased when she went to sign the bill to her room and looked surprised when it was already done. Filled with relief I thanked my Goddess and continued the night. I am not sure, but either because of who she was married to or despite the fact, I enjoyed our time out immensely. I was attracted to Nance as well, she had a grace and beauty to her movements, at least that piece of shit has good taste in women. After the show we headed back to the hotel together. I had a few drinks but I was far from inebriated, I felt the push from mom that now was the right time. Jenna's Story Artfully shy I turned to Nance and said, "Nance, I had a really good time," taking her hand and rubbing the back of it with my thumb I continued, "Would you come up to my room?" My body language showed innocence and inexperience while my eyes shone with lust. She really didn't have a chance. I was radiating beauty. I could tell she was attracted to my young nubile body, and the suggestion of innocence really got to her. She replied with yearning in her voice, "I'd love to." When we got up to my room I switched on the lights knowing the recording would start. When I turned around to look at her I saw that well hidden lust from before front and center. It was burning brightly, and to be honest it was kind of dark and creepy, liked she wanted to own me. Maybe when I expertly manipulated my body language to show innocence there was more than a grain of truth to it. Some parts of my life were messed up but my sexual partners had always been good people at heart. Even when I sent my lust wrong and I was used as a toy, I was never abused. She hid it quickly though, once she knew I was looking at her, all I could see was the attraction and shaded lust. I did not try to read her deeply. I truly did not want to know her true emotional state. I was afraid I would be repulsed and wouldn't go through with it, which wasn't really an option at this point. Not for my goddess, and not for me. Justice was at hand. I turned sideways toward the mirror so I was in profile and took my hair down, shaking it out. With my head bent all the way back it hit the top of my ass. I turned back to Nance and with a shy but naughty smile stepped into a hungry kiss. I determined to forget what I saw, or at least focus on her body. She was a very beautiful woman and I ran my hands through her hair, teasingly down her neck and front until I got to the buttons and started to strip her. I felt her moan into my mouth, accepting my tongue inside after I ran it along her silky smooth lips. She ran her hands through my hair all the way down my back then spanked me firmly. I mewled into her mouth and then kissed her harder and with more passion as she ran her hands around my thighs to undo my skirt. I heard her grunt with approval when she tried to remove panties, and noticed I didn't have any on. I stopped the kiss and bowed my head, her shirt now dropping to the floor I buried my face in her cleavage and licked it as I reached around and unclipped her bra. As I kissed my way across her soft smooth breast to suck her sensitive nipple into my mouth I felt her finger start to rub along my now swollen labia teasingly soft. I moaned into her breast which absorbed most of the sound and vibration as she teased a finger between my pussy lips. My hands loosened her pants next as she slid a second finger into my dampened pussy drawing a gasp of pleasure. I let her pants drop and ground my mound against her hand. My body was begging her to finger fuck me, as I bit hard on her nipple and twisted the other between forefinger and thumb, drawing a gasp of pain and pleasure from the pretty blonde. She curled her fingers slightly in my pussy then started to finger fuck me roughly, her palm slapping against my clit each timer her fingers drove into me. I whimpered in pleasure as I raised my head back up for a deep tongue kiss, my body surrendering to this rough treatment. As I leaked more and more juice my pussy started to tighten around her fingers. She grabbed my right nipple and twisted it brutally as I rose in orgasm. "Oh Nance, fuck my pussy, that feels good, finger fuck my needy pussy," ending in a gasps of pleasure I surrendered my body to Nance's lust. After I finished gushing my juice on her hand she put it up to my mouth and said, "Suck it clean, you're a little fuck slut aren't you?" I just moaned in agreement as I licked my tasty honey from her hand and fingers. "Get on the bed slut." When I smiled naughtily and looked at her, but didn't move quickly to follow her command she spanked me hard, which caused my clit to tingle. "Now slut," she ordered. Swiveling my head as I turned to the bed to keep constant eye contact I swayed over to the bed showing her submission to her command but also a challenge. I crawled into the bed and said, "What now?" in a deeply sultry voice. My pussy was leaking honey down my leg, you could clearly see the light reflected off the wet streaks. She came over to the bed, my beautiful little blonde woman, for yes, she thought she was in control but she was mine. I was doing what I could to draw out her perversions, and I have to admit, I was enjoying the hell out of it as well which was making it easy, and very pleasant. I am not normally treated that way and it was a novel experience to say the least. She got in the bed and laid on her back and said, "Eat me, but sit on my face while you do it." I got into the 69 position and lowered my labia onto her face. Then I started teasing her, licking and biting her inner thigh, and at the junction right next to her pussy lips. She was very wet and I could hear and feel her breathing heavily into my pussy lips. "Lick me now!" she demanded with a growl. I bit her inner thigh then licked the same spot, teasing her some more. I expected punishment for my teasing instead of begging. I was not disappointed. She bit my clit and spanked me, 5 quick hard swats on my left ass cheek, then 5 on my right. "I said now!" she repeated as she spanked my pussy, once, hard. I buried my face into her pussy and started slurping as I came in a torrent, squirting my pussy juice all over her face. Between the spanking and the clit abuse it had pushed me into a rather large orgasm. When I calmed down from the orgasm I started pleasuring her as only my sisters and I know how, outside the fully divine of course. I manipulated her clit knowing when to back off and lick between her pussy lips for a while. I managed to get a hand under her leg to tease her dark hole then slip a finger inside as I attacked her clit again. "YES. Yes, good slut. Suck my clit, finger fuck my sweet ass," Nance screamed at me as she started to gush her honey all over my face. Her juice dripped down and lubricated her puckered star so I shoved another finger up her ass and when she was starting to come down from orgasm I spanked her pussy hard just once, causing her to immediately orgasm again, her sweet ass locking down on my fingers. I did this over and over, lick her pussy gently while she was in orgasm then when she was coming down fuck her dark star with my fingers as I spanked her pussy and bit her clit. I admit to having a lot of fun with Nance that night, we each had multiples long into the night. We lost count somewhere along the way until we collapsed in exhaustion. The verbal abuse didn't do much for me, but it got her off saying it, and truthfully she was more than skilled enough with her tongue and fingers to make up for it. When we were done she got dressed and left, I think what bothered me most about it was it was just good lustful sex, there was almost no intimacy in it. I find that disturbing, but then I didn't guide her to it either, I kept my aura packed away and zipped up and we went where she wanted to. That is why I was there after all, to show who she is to everyone she knows. I got up and took a long shower, when I came out there was a laptop on the bed. I got the memory card and downloaded 2 hours of video from three cameras and burned some DVD's. I also set up a streaming website. Why not, I didn't even look like me after all. I felt the guidance to send the DVD's and an email to Nance, her husband, their pastor, and her and her husband's business associates. I went to sleep after. When I woke up in the morning the cameras and computer was gone, the DVD's were in stamped protective envelopes. I gave them to the concierge to mail on my way out the door and headed back to my life at college. I don't keep track anymore, not on these punishment assignments, but I did keep an eye on this first one. First thing that happened was they got a divorce. All their business contacts dried up and his business went under, I know it sounds funny since it's a human thing to do stupid things and be unfaithful sometimes. Not all people do but humans are hypocritical, if it comes out in video and everyone knows about it, its human nature to distance themselves from the damage. I wondered how many of those judging people that looked down on her and her husband actually were turned on behind closed doors and masturbated to the video. I think probably a large percentage of them. The pastor sent the DVD to the state which got them checking things out. Between the video, the failing business, and the shape the house was in with his wife gone. Not to mention the foreclosure notice looming because he couldn't pay his mortgage. The state took his kids away, and a month later he was homeless. It took a full year before he started to recover from all his losses. He did eventually recover but it was a hard road. =================================== I tell my story about my life and my mission not to gloat, or to brag about how the man that screwed me over got his just deserts. This was about a warning. Respect the gods, and when a bad time comes you just might meet my beautiful compassionate sister Desiree. She will ensnare you with her beauty, and then wrap you in love and lust to heal you and give you succor. If you don't respect the gods, you just might meet me one day. I will ensnare you by my beauty, and then I will wrap you in love and lust to destroy your life. Jenna's Story Ch. 02 The carrier pigeon arrived with a message from Professor Mobley. "My calculations show that the Entity is weakening," the note read. "It has created too many spawn. With the death of the spawn, thanks to you two and other Hunters, it is losing force. If you can defeat it... you know the consequences." I looked at Logan. "We've been planning this for years," I said. "Are you ready?" "I'm ready," Logan replied, hefting his sword. I drew my dagger and we proceeded to the River. "Okay, you scum!" Logan growled. "Show yourself... for the last time!" A huge, foul thing, an amorphous cloud that seemed to radiate evil, rose from the water. It silently gestured with a limb for us to approach. I remembered the description of the Tarrasque in a book I read as a child. This thing looked like the water-living version of the Tarrasque. "Charge!" Logan howled, raising his sword and charging, seemingly recklessly, in a move we had practiced many times. As we had planned, the Entity moved towards him. I slipped sideways and sunk my dagger deeply into the black mass. A shudder ran through it, and as it rotated to face the new threat, Logan's sword came down in a tremendous arc, striking into the heart of the Entity. The air itself seemed to be rent as the Entity began its death throes. Just to make sure, Logan raised his sword and struck another tremendous blow as I stabbed my dagger into it again. The mass seemed to dissolve, and a blackness rose into the atmosphere. The air we breathed suddenly seemed pure. "We did it!" I squealed. "Professor Mobley was right! Six years ago, one blow wouldn't have finished it off." "This calls for a celebration," Logan said with a grin. He scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to a nearby meadow. The sun shone brightly down. Logan stripped off my skimpy outfit and laid my naked body down gently on the grass. "What are you going to do with me?" I giggled. Stripping off his own clothes, Logan replied, "Whatever I want." He smiled to let me know he was half-joking as he lay down next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and our lips met for a long kiss. "Mmmmmmm," I purred softly as our lips parted. I nuzzled Logan's neck and began caressing his muscular body as my lips moved down toward his chest. I pushed him onto his back and gently nipped at his sensitive nipples. "Jenna," Logan said with a soft laugh, "you're a little minx." He reached for my body and lifted me off him. I squealed as he pulled me downward and kissed his way down my cleavage. "Two can play at that game," he grinned. I let out a soft moan as he circled my nipple with his tongue. He suckled one while rolling the other between his strong fingers. "Logan," I grinned, "you always know how to turn me on." I adjusted my position so that my box was positioned against his waiting tongue. As he lapped the leaking juices off me, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his hard rod. I ran my fingernails gently across his balls and felt his hips buck. "Mmmmm, Jenna," Logan whispered, his voice muffled. "You taste so sweet." I felt his tongue invade. He swirled around within me, seeking my honey. I gasped as he ran a finger over my clit. I responded by slipping my head down, taking his shaft deep. What I couldn't fit in my mouth, I took in my hands and stroked as I slid my tongue up and down. Logan lifted me off, again, spinning me around so that our faces were together. He kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste my own sweetness. I returned his kiss, twining my tongue with his as we wrapped our arms around each other and pressed out bodies together. My raging hormones took over and I pinned him to the ground, sliding my steaming box down onto his rock-hard prick. "Ride me, love," Logan purred. "Jenna, you're so... forceful." I smiled as I began bouncing my body up and down. Logan matched my rhythm, thrusting upward as I bounced. His breathing began to get ragged as I squeezed his rod with my internal muscles. I could feel my orgasm coming. "Oh!" I gasped. "Logan... you..." My voice rose into a scream of pure passion as my body shuddered. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably around Logan's hardness as I clawed at his chest. I flooded him with my nectar as he locked his legs around my waist, holding me in place. When I finally got control back of my body, I gasped out, "Wow." Logan pulled me down on top of him, not slowing his thrusts, and kissed me deeply. When we broke for air, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so that he was on top. "That was amazing, Jenna," he whispered. "I love you so much." His thrusts were getting me heated again. When he leaned his head down to suckle my breasts as he made love to me, I almost lost control again. "Are you going to have another orgasm?" he purred. "I like pleasing you. I'm also getting close." Hearing that almost set me off right then. "Oh, Logan," I moaned softly. "Fill me up." He thrust even harder, and I could feel his body tense. My superheated box began spasming again. That set him off and he fired jet after jet of sperm deep within me. I locked my arms and legs around him, not letting him go until every drop was drained. "Amazing," Logan whispered, smiling down at me, our bodies still joined. "I'm yours, Jenna, Body and soul." "Then would you like to have our relationship last for my lifespan, not yours?" I asked with a grin. "Become... a vampire? Like you?" Logan responded. "You're certain you can make me good-aligned, not some evil beast?" "Absolutely, love," I purred. He nodded his assent, and my fangs penetrated his neck. I made sure to transfer some of my blood into him, making him like me and not a mindless, evil spawn.