0 comments/ 27211 views/ 1 favorites Myths & Legends Ch. 1 By: Bacomicfan The lights flickered and Yvonne wondered if the power would go before she could finish reading her magazines. The storm outside was a particularly violent one, with the rain pounding almost horizontally against the windows. Lightning and thunder occurred just about simultaneously, and the wind howled like a soul in torment. Though the sun had gone down just minutes ago the sky was already pitch black, an angry black that kept all but the bravest indoors. But, the possible loss of electricity aside, she really didn't care about the storm. In fact, it supplied the perfect mood for what she was reading. What could be better when reading horror magazines than a raging thunderstorm in the background, shrouding everything in its eerie darkness? She couldn't have asked for a better night to read her favorite magazines, provided, of course, she didn't lose her reading light. Earlier in the day she'd found an old box of magazines in the attic, and had dusted off the slightly mildew-smelling carton and brought it downstairs, where she found to her unbounded joy that it contained a treasure trove of old CREEPY and EERIE magazines from the 1960's, all still in clean, readable condition. She waited all day for her chance to snuggle up under her blanket and return to her childhood days of delightful chills. And now, amidst this howling storm, she finally had that chance. Wearing only a flimsy teddy and her most comfortable panties, she sat in her bed, plopping a pile of magazines beside her on the blanket. She pulled her knees up and then brought the blanket up over her knees and breasts and tucked it under her arms, forming a pocket in which to nestle the magazines as she read them. Beside her, on her nightstand, sat a large glass of wine, to be slowly sipped and enjoyed, warming her from the inside as she hoped the stories and the storm would chill her from without. Snuggled and comfy, she gleefully searched through the pile of magazines at her side. She came upon one with a cover depicting a group of obviously irate villagers surrounding a coffin who's occupant was anything but dead. From the fangs in his mouth he was obviously a vampire, and the villagers were pounding a stake into his evil heart. Vampire stories had long been a favorite of hers, so she decided this particular magazine was a good place to start her night of delicious chills. The first two stories were not vampire stories, but were just as good, dealing with zombies and a haunted house. Then she came to the vampire story. She read it completely through and enjoyed it so much she went back and read it again. The twist ending was a surprise the first time around, due to the fact that she hadn't read the story in over 20 years, but not so the second time ...though the story was still a joy to read even with the surprise gone. Sighing, her spine tingling, she moved on to the next story. It apparently dealt with an Egyptologist who could occupy the bodies of various mummies and use them to kill his rivals. It seemed a novel idea and she began to read with great enthusiasm, stopping briefly to sip her wine. She never got to enjoy that story, at least not at that moment, because it was then that a particularly nasty bolt of lightning seared through the sky and crackled to the earth a very short distance from her home. Her lights flickered twice, dimmed...and died. "Dammit!" she protested, "That story was getting good! Everything was so perfect up until then." She leaned over to the nightstand and groped on its bottom shelf, retrieving the flashlight that she kept there for just such emergencies. As she briefly fumbled to find the switch, lightning flared outside, lighting up her room like a strobe light, bleaching the color from every object in her room and turning everything black and white...just like in the magazines. When she found the flashlight's switch, she flipped it on and made a fruitless attempt to read her magazine by flashlight beam. "Shit!" she hissed, taking a swig of wine, "Now what? I can't do anything until the electric is back on." "Maybe I can be of some assistance in that area," came a deep voice from the foot of her bed, "I have been known to keep boredom away from women on many an occasion such as this." Her wine glass fell to the floor as both of Yvonne's hands gripped the flashlight fiercely and directed the beam shakily toward that booming voice. The beam danced on the figure as her hands shook violently. The dark figure's eyes reflected the beam eerily as did two tiny points slightly below them. The man revealed in the flashlight's mediocre light was tall and muscular, wearing only a mid-length raincoat. His face was hard and cruel with eyes that chilled Yvonne to the marrow of her bones. His lips were blood red and his almost hairless chest dripped with rain despite the protective raincoat. Yvonne followed the water droplets with her eyes as they trickled down his chest, along his belly and then lower still. When she saw the end point of those tiny droplets, she gasped loudly. The man smiled a completely evil smile. "I told you....I've given many women reason to sigh and moan over the centuries. You will be no exception, my dear. Of that you can be sure." Yvonne still stared at the man's dripping crotch. His naked, rain-drenched penis was considerably larger than any she'd ever seen, and quite erect, though she could tell it wasn't completely. It was apparent, however, that its increasing elevation indicated that full engorgement was most certainly its intention. Her uninvited guest reached down and stroked himself, being obvious about it for Yvonne's benefit. She screamed and threw the flashlight at him so quickly she thought sure it would catch him by surprise and crush his skull. But his hand shot up and caught it long before it came anywhere near his head, and he easily crushed it into useless metal and plastic. He laughed and shook his head, tossing the now useless object over his shoulder. About the only effect her misguided attempt at injuring him had, was that his raincoat, which had only been draped over him, slipped to the floor, revealing her intruder in all his naked, dripping glory, each flash of lightning searing his unclothed maleness into Yvonne's brain. She tried to distract him while she desperately groped for another way out of her situation. "What do you mean, 'over the centuries'? Are you some kind of psycho?" Again he laughed, and then with speed even more blurring than when he trashed her flashlight, he was up on the bed, on top of her, on his knees with his chest pushing her knees up against her own chest...and his face mere inches from hers. "Surely a woman of your....tastes...," He pushed aside her magazines, picking up the one with the vampire staking cover, and scowled. "Surely a woman of your tastes must know what I am." "Oh, no, you may be a nutcase, but you're no vampire," she hissed through defiant lips. "And why do you doubt me?" he snarled in her face. "Because," she said, more to assure herself than him, "a vampire must be invited into one's home before he can enter it." At that, he bolted upright, threw his head back and howled with laughter. He laughed so hard tears streamed down his face, reminding Yvonne of the droplets on his huge member. "My dear, you mustn't believe all the crap you read. In truth, we vampires can come and go as we please. Oh, the daylight thing is true, but I can go into anyone's home any time I choose. Hence, I am here....because this is where I choose to be.......with you. And while we're talking myths, let's briefly touch on the wooden stake thing...." "Please don't try to tell me a stake in your miserable heart wouldn't kill you," Yvonne interrupted. "Oh, no, my dear.....a stake in my heart would surely kill me....but, think about it. Wouldn't a stake, of wood or any other material, thrust into your own heart kill you as well? Really, these legends about us are unbelievably ridiculous! But, here, let me show you proof." He shoved one of his hands directly in front of her face, and she watched with wide eyes as his fingernails extended from his fingertips and became slightly curved and deadly sharp. "Would you like more?" he laughed. He shook his hand and showed it to her again. It had returned to normal. Then he leaned to push his cruel face into hers. She tried to back up but the back of her head was already against the headboard. She watched with staring eyes as he opened his mouth and his two canine teeth extended to almost an inch in length before retracting back to their normal size. Now she believed. And her unwelcome visitor smiled contentedly as her eyes appeared to fight back tears of dread and her lips quivered. Now he felt his power over her, and knew she was his for the taking. He leaned back to look his prize up and down, frowning at the blanket which covered all but her shoulders and head. "Your name is Yvonne, is it not?" he asked, on hand slowly stroking the side of her face. "How did you...." "I have learned much in four hundred years...many things you couldn't possibly understand. Let's just say I know many things, your name among them." He leaned back into her, holding one side of her face with one hand and slowly licking the other side of her face from chin to earlobe. He then licked down to her neck, which he sucked and nipped for a moment or two. Yvonne wondered if he was going to kill her then and there, but he stopped short and sat up quickly, smiling a sarcastic grin and staring directly into her eyes. "But, where are my manners? If I'm going to make you my sex toy for the evening and then drain the life from you, the least I can do is introduce myself. Please, Yvonne, forgive me. My name is Phillipe du Morant....of the Lyon du Morants, though the line died out over a hundred years ago. I am the sole surviving member of the du Morant family, but, who knows, maybe tonight I will produce an heir. What do you think, Yvonne....would you mind giving me an heir tonight?" "If you haven't sired a child by now, Phillipe, what makes you think it'll happen tonight?" "Ahhh....because, my dear, I have very special plans for you. I am going to fill every inch of you with my seed and then we shall see. By the end of the night, I will be able to tell if my seed has taken root in your womb or not, and if so I will let you live, to give me my son. However, if you do not become the mother of my heir, then I will feed off you as planned, and your life, sadly, will be over. Oh, and likewise if you should disobey any request....or should I say command...I make, I will see that your death is slow and painful. But if you do everything I say, I will kill you quickly at the end of the night, or...who knows.....maybe I'll just take enough of your blood to satisfy myself for tonight, and then return to you night after night after night to use your body for my pleasures and then satisfy my thirst again. Despite all those fairy tales you seem to believe, I could come for your blood every single night for many years and while you might become tired and weak you would not die, but stay alive to satisfy all my needs for a long, long time. Now, wouldn't that be fun, Yvonne?" In the darkness she could only see his glowing red eyes, except during lightning flashes when his already hard face looked more twisted and evil than ever. He stroked and licked her face again, and as if to lend support to his words, he allowed his fangs to slide lightly down her cheek, causing tiny red scratches to mar her lovely face. "Now, Yvonne," he said as a lightning flash illuminated his cruel features, "shall we begin?" And his eager hands touched her suddenly shivering body... To Be Continued... Myths & Legends Ch.2 In a sudden fit of panic, Yvonne tried to squirm free of Phillipe, twisting herself in the bed to hopefully throw him off balance and then attempt an escape. She was barely able to budge him, and only succeeded in angering him. As a particularly bright flash of lightning filled the room with white light, she saw her intruder at his most vile. His eyes almost dripped blood as his pupils dilated, making his eyes entirely black and red. His nostrils flared and this time his canines weren't the only teeth that became razor sharp, but rather each and every upper and lower tooth became serrated death. Apparently, another vampire myth dispelled - sometimes more than just the canines are used to drain the victim. And that hideously deadly mouth opened wide, letting loose with a venomous hiss that made Yvonne stop dead in her tracks. Obviously, escape was not a viable option. She was his for the evening...if she wanted to live long enough to find a way out of this...assuming that was even possible. Phillipe slowly moved back from her, his glaring eyes softening somewhat as he did so. He slid himself off the bed and walked to her nightstand. There, he rubbed his hand briefly on the lampshade of her bedside light, and it lit brightly. He looked at the brightness of it, cocked his head to one side thoughtfully, and then rubbed his hand once again along the shade. The light dimmed to a warm orange glow. He sighed with satisfaction and then turned his attention back to Yvonne. "A little mood lighting for our union, my dear. I will forgive your attempt to spurn me...this one time. But, from this point forward, you will do all that I say. You will perform any act I wish you to, even if you should find that act...distasteful. If you refuse me again, even once, your punishment will be such that you will beg for death. You now exist only so long as you please me. Is that understood?" Yvonne stared at the light and then back at Phillipe, who walked back to the side of the bed and sat down on it. She nodded her agreement, still hoping for some miracle. Phillipe looked down at his semi-erect member and then back at Yvonne. He felt urges welling up within him and those urges needed fulfillment. He looked Yvonne directly in the eyes and almost dared her to disobey him. "Come here, Yvonne, and get on your knees in front of me. I am eager to see what that lovely mouth of yours can do for me. And, please, don't consider any attempts at escape, for I promise you that if you try, your death will give agony an entirely new meaning." With those ominous words, Phillipe stood up just long enough to rip the covers off of Yvonne, scattering her magazines all about the floor. And when she curled up with her arms around her knees, pulling them tightly to her chest, he grabbed both her ankles in one hand and pulled her legs down to straighten out her knees. Following that, with blinding speed, he reached that same hand up to her chest and tore the flimsy nightie from her with one swift, sure movement. She instantly covered her bare breasts with trembling hands, hiding them from his eyes. "You may conceal your lovely bosom if you so desire, for now, but bring yourself over here now and do as I have instructed you. You will find I am not a patient man." She slowly slid herself off the bed, still covering her breasts. She stood before him. He leaned back and spread his legs, smiling as he saw her reaction to his enormous love muscle. He reached out and grabbed her hips, guiding her toward him...and between his legs. When she stood exactly where he wanted her, he then reached up and grabbed her by her upper arms, not making any attempt to remove her shielding hands from her chest, but pulling downward on her arms, forcing her into a kneeling position between his legs. When he had her on her knees, he put one hand on the back of her head and with the other lifted his swollen member. As he pulled her head forward, he aimed the head of his cock at her mouth. She resisted, starting to turn her head. He gripped the back of her head firmly, tugging a bit on her hair, and uttered a low, snarling growl. Fear welled up in her eyes. She looked up at his face and then closed her eyes and opened her mouth. He played with her mouth with his cock, teasing. Then, slowly, he pushed the head of his throbbing meat into her mouth. He moved it all around inside her mouth, just the head, playing with her teeth, pushing the opening of the head against the front of them, slowly, from one side of her mouth to the other, first the upper teeth and then the lower. He enjoyed toying with her. Even through her fear, Yvonne was becoming aroused, and Phillipe could tell this was so by her sighs, and also because as he played with her mouth he touched the crotch of her panties with his toes, and felt the wetness there. He pulled her head closer to himself, pushing his penis deeper into her mouth. When he started moving his erection around in her mouth, she closed her lips around his shaft. And he now was able to put both hands on the back of her head. He pushed her head as far down onto his shaft as he could, filling her mouth with his long, thick tool. It so filled her mouth that she nearly gagged, but that urge ended when Phillipe began pushing himself in and out of her mouth. He rocked his hips on the bed, and grabbed two handfulls of her hair, using that hair to force her head up and down along the length of his swollen cock. "Ahh.....Yvonne, you have such a warm, receptive mouth. I am going to love using it over and over again. And," he added, again feeling her wetness with his toes, "I believe you will enjoy the taste of me just as much. Yes, in the coming years we will do this often, you and I. I think my penis has found a warm new home...don't you agree?" He leaned his head back and laughed sarcastically at the ceiling. Yvonne tried to look up at him but couldn't see past his chest, even with her eyes rolled all the way up. With an evil chuckle he added, "Oh, but, please, I wouldn't want you to talk with your mouth full!" Phillipe then leaned back, bucking his crotch into her face, and eventually laid himself down on the bed, never once stopping the movement of his hips. As he laid back, Yvonne was forced to get higher up on her knees and lean forward over the bed to accommodate the new position of his thrusting rod. "Lick it, Yvonne......lick it now!" he ordered, bucking her face harder than ever. Her eyes were wide with the strain and effort of both keeping up with him and taking all of him into her mouth. When she didn't respond right away, Phillipe tugged forcefully on her hair and repeated, "NOW, Yvonne......do not try my patience!" With his immense erection filling her mouth so completely, it was difficult for her to lick him, but she forced her tongue to do his bidding, out of fear of a long, slow death at his hands. She did her best to move her tongue around his shaft. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of her mouth and held her head so that her mouth was just touching the head. "Lick the head rapidly, my little slut. Let me see how much you enjoy licking my fine cock! Lick every inch.....adore it.........worship it." Yvonne's hands had long since left their positions covering her breasts. In her own heated passion, she now held his penis with one hand, squeezing it, one part of her enjoying her submissiveness to him, and another wanting to rip it from his groin and toss it across the room. Holding it firmly in her hand, she licked every inch of the head, in circles, along it's tiny slit, under the lip of the head, everywhere. She then licked the shaft, all the way to the testicles, first long flat licks, and then quick, flicking ones. "Ah, I knew you'd enjoy this. You LOVE sucking me, don't you, whore? You women are all the same. You all enjoy a mouthful of hot dick, don't you? Now, suck my testicles. Suck them gently... and lick them. Do it now, Yvonne!" Holding his penis to one side, she quickly obeyed. Her tongue licked the hairy sack all over, even behind it. She then took one testicle at a time into her mouth and sucked it very gently, her other hand lightly stroking the opposite testicle as she did so. Phillipe was moaning and writhing on the bed, his hands pulling on Yvonne's hair. When he could no longer take it, he yanked her head up from his scrotum and quickly inserted his erect muscle back into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, with a loud slurping sound as he rammed himself into her mouth again and again. She reached around and grabbed his cheeks with both hands and he bucked his hips furiously into her. Again she nearly choked, and feared that this might actually be the way she ended up dying, and not with his fangs removing her precious blood. Thankfully, his hot liquid filled her mouth and throat before that happened. He ejaculated for what seemed an eternity, still pummeling her face with his crotch. Spray after spray of semen slammed against the back of her throat. Reflexively, her throat swallowed to avoid choking on the liquid. His bucking slowly subsided, and she could breathe easier, though his massive sex organ still filled her mouth almost totally. Yvonne found herself sucking on his penis, squeezing out the last drops of his nectar with her hands. She even licked the very last drops from his glistening head, enjoying the salty taste of it. She didn't stop sucking him until every drop had been devoured. Tentatively, she sat back to see what Phillipe would do next. But he merely slumped back on the bed and relaxed, arms at his sides, his hands finally releasing her hair. "Yvonne, you are very, very good at that. I will definitely have to visit you often and take advantage of your talents. Get used to the view you have just had, for you will be viewing me from that very same angle many times in the years to come. Your mouth is divine, my dear. I can't wait to fill it for you again." Yvonne didn't move. She sat there on her knees, looking at him. At length, he sat up on the bed and looked down at her. Then, he stood up. She moved back, still on her knees, to allow him to walk away from the bed. He walked around and stood behind her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He took his still semi-erect penis and rubbed it along the side of her face. He told her to stroke and kiss it. She turned her head, kissing his penis while stroking it with one hand. It regained it's formidable length and hardness almost immediately. In a blur of motion, he reached down, grabbing her under her arms, and lifted her off the floor like a rag doll, tossing her onto the bed on her stomach. He raced forward to grab her thighs at the hips and pulled her to him. His rough hands ripped her panties from her, tearing them to shreds in his haste to bare her steaming sex. Lifting her hips completely off the bed, he thrust himself into her moist love nest with one fierce push. His length and thickness stretched her portal wide and pushed deep inside her. Holding her lower half off the bed, her legs dangling at his sides, he began thrusting himself into her sex with a lust she'd never experienced before. Yvonne gasped and, yes, moaned, as Phillipe hammered between her legs. His rhythm started slow, but as his passion again grew, he let go of her hips and leaned forward to reach around to grab her breasts. Squeezing her breasts, he lifted her by her chest and pulled her backwards up off the bed, still impaled on his cock, pulling her back against his chest. He held her by her soft globes and pounded his cock upwards into her dripping mound. She bounced up and down on his manhood, her back sliding along the length of his almost hairless chest. Her legs still dangled freely at her sides. Eventually, Phillipe removed his hands from her breasts and circled them around her waist, making his thrusting into her a bit easier. He held her up by her waist as he took her from behind. His fully erect penis was long enough to allow him to remain inside her in this position, and in fact taking her this way seemed easy for him. He held her to him with one hand, pistoning his erection into her continuously, and used his other hand to alternately tease nipples and clit. Again she got wet and slick as he filled her completely. His hands and penis were rough but he used them well. He sucked at her neck playfully (making her cringe just a bit), and licked the side of her face. Still ramming into her, he whispered into her ear, "Soon, Yvonne, I will fill your womb with my sperm as I did your mouth. You are now and always my whore. Never forget that. Rejoice in that fact.......for it is your role in life from this day forward. Accept that fate and make peace with it. And now, Yvonne......prepare to receive my seed for the second time in your new life as my concubine." There wasn't much Yvonne could say or do. She was impaled on his thrusting member, as he stood there lifting her with it as though she were feather light. After a time, he began to growl with animalistic lust. He walked forward, throwing her face down on the bed, still pumping into her. With his hands on her shoulder blades, he pushed her downward into the bed, leaning on her with almost all of his weight, and continued to ravage her from behind. Her hips were just over the edge of the bed and with each plunge of his thick cock into her the bed nearly bounced off the floor, and she herself was lifted, from the waist down, off of that bouncing bed. Again she feared suffocation, this time from her face being forced deeply into the blankets and mattress. But, again, she was spared this when Phillipe once again made a change of position. Grunting, he pulled himself out of her, which actually brought her a moment of disappointment. But that disappointment lasted only seconds. He immediately reached down and grabbed her by her thighs, pulling them upwards and lifting her off the bed by them. Briefly, she dangled from his strong arms. Then, one at a time, he circled his arms around her hips, reaching his hands up over her buttocks and between her legs. With his long fingers he spread her pussy wide and buried his face between her sweating thighs. His tongue licked at her and his lips sucked her soft pink treasure. Yvonne was dripping with lust herself now...and the sight of his still throbbing erection bouncing in front of her face as she dangled in his arms only served to increase the passion and searing heat inside her. She reached out and captured that pulsating temptation in one hand and thrust it once again between her lips. When she did so, Phillipe walked forward to the bed, pinning her head between it and the object of her oral attention. He pushed his hips forward, forcing himself deeply into her mouth again. Now having no choice but to wrap her arms around his body, she squeezed his hard, muscular cheeks as he thrust yet again into her hungry mouth. Standing there in an upright sixty-nine position, Yvonne and Phillipe orally serviced each other, though he was able to thrust his hips into her while she was unable to do likewise. Waiting for his release once again, Yvonne then discovered the true nature of his vampiric tongue. When he'd had his fill of licking the delicate petals of her succulent flower, Phillipe next chose to taste inside her smoldering portal of lust. He circled her opening with his lips and sucked on it, thrusting his tongue into her as he did. His tongue snaked and wiggled inside her, causing her to clench her thighs around his head. His tongue was easily half the length of his enormous penis, and it probed deep inside her, making her shudder with pleasure. He licked deeply and his tongue enjoyed every inch of those sweet inner walls of her canal. And, serpentlike, he flicked his tongue inside her rapidly, making her squirm as her thighs crushed his head. Using the bed for support, Phillipe pushed his cock all the way into her mouth, again nearly choking her. Pushing his groin into her face, he managed to move his penis around in her mouth by rotating his hips. She sucked and licked at it hungrily, as did he also between her legs. His hips then resumed their thrusting, moving himself in and out of her mouth more and more rapidly with each thrust. Above, his tongue likewise increased its attentions to her sex, and his lips sucked at her clit. In his passion, his canines elongated ever so slightly, nipping the area around her clit as he sucked her. The sucking, and even the nipping at and around her sensitive clit, coupled with his unnaturally long tongue probing deeply into her core, drove her to the brink. She felt herself about to explode. Just as she realized her climax was imminent, Phillipe once again sent creamy bursts of fluid into her mouth and down her throat. She, in turn, gave his searching tongue a bath in her own fluids. Both of them were slurping wetly as hot love juices poured freely around tongues and lips. And both kept licking and sucking long after the orgasms ended....each savoring the salty, yet sweet taste of the other's release. Sated, but only for the moment, Phillipe let Yvonne slide slowly to the floor, and he turned around and slumped onto the bed. Both were breathing very heavily. While she lay momentarily on the floor, recovering her strength and equilibrium, and letting the blood slowly drain from her head, Yvonne looked up at Phillipe. She could only see his calves and thighs from where she lay exhausted on the floor, but very shortly she saw more. Looking up over his nearest thigh, she saw movement just above it. Eyes wide in amazement, she realized that Phillipe's desires had only been briefly quelled. His throbbing muscle was clearly visible rising ever upward just beyond that tightly-sinewed thigh. He stretched and sat up. He noticed her staring at his renewed vigor, and smiled. He leaned forward and reached out his hand to her. "Come, my wanton little whore. I have more to show you. My needs are great." Originally intending to bring her up onto the bed, he suddenly had a change of mind. "No," he said, grinning, "stay where you are. Get on your hands and knees. I want you from behind again. And this time I will not stop until I've filled your womb with my sperm." By this time, Yvonne knew resistance was futile. And, besides, his huge member had felt so good inside her, she had no desire to refuse him. She did as he ordered her to, getting on her hands and knees with her bottom toward him, and then remained there, offering herself to him, waiting for him to mount her. She didn't have to wait long. Once again Phillipe entered her, on his knees behind her, holding her hips in place with his hands. Again his long, thick muscle probed into her, deeper...deeper. She sighed as its head pushed into her until it met resistance, and then pushed at that resistance. He started slowly, then built up to a more energetic pace, taking her doggie style with a ferocity that made their previous union seem tame by comparison. He heaved himself into her so hard it was knocking the breath out of her. His raging erection seemed to attack her slick, warm quim....as if to battle it into submission. But his pounding thrusts excited her. She was floating on waves of lust as his thighs and groin repeatedly slapped against her ass. From time to time he squeezed her breasts or licked her back or neck, but mostly he just thrust himself into her...pounding into her ever more forcefully and rapidly. Having already had two orgasms, his third took much longer to achieve. He continued to enjoy her this way for well over forty minutes, never once slowing his pace. Yvonne had two climaxes from this single coupling by the time Phillipe had his. But what a climax it was. Again, his pounding lifted her. Each forceful push into her brought her knees off the floor and forced a grunt from him...and a sigh from her. Myths & Legends Ch.2 Finally, his ejaculation filled her womb with his seed. She felt it's warmth inside her and wondered if now it would all be over. But, such was not to be. Phillipe, having had his strongest orgasm of the night, had become his primal, animalistic self. When Yvonne looked back to see if he had satisfied himself yet, she saw a carnal beast. Even his face had transformed. The creature of the night that resided within him had come out ...and it wanted even more sex than did the man. He was insane with lust now, despite having had a completely purging orgasm. His face was of pure evil, eyes blazing, fangs bared. His fingers had elongated around her hips and his fingernails had become inch long razors. Yvonne tried to crawl away from him, but he still had a grip on her hips, and his dagger-like fingers sliced into her as she tried to escape. He circled his arms around her waist and lifted her again, bringing her thighs and hips off the floor. She couldn't imagine him wanting to ravage her nest again, and found she was right. It wasn't her overworked mound he wanted now. On his knees, holding her hips off the floor, he pulled her back onto his still rock hard penis, but this time thrusting himself into her delicate sphincter. She gasped at the suddenness of it, and gritted her teeth at the brief pain of it. Then she relaxed and let him have his way with her, and even learned to enjoy it as much as she could. She couldn't believe the sex drive of this man...or, vampire. His lust seemed to have no end. Phillipe sat back on his knees, pulling Yvonne onto his lap. This time she helped him, sliding herself up and down his slick pole. He squeezed her breasts with one hand and fingered her pussy deeply with the first three fingers of the other. He pinched nipple and clit at the same time, while his insatiable penis thrust into her virgin sphincter. While she was torn between pain and pleasure, Phillipe three times had to fight off the urge to bite deeply into her neck, to drain her and fulfill two desires at one time. "Yvonne, you are my bitch! I am going to ravage you like this every night....in every possible way. What a wonderful whore you've turned out to be! I can't get enough of my cock in you! All of your openings are so delicious and tempting. I need to fill them all! And I will....tonight and every night. You are mine! You belong to me! I want you for my slut from tonight onward. What do you think of the honor I give you, Yvonne?" Yvonne said nothing...for his fingers on her nipples and clit had sent her exploding once again into orgasm. When he felt her pussy clenching around his fingers, followed quickly thereafter by her warm juices, his own juices flowed into her. He grunted like an animal, and Yvonne's cries were not much more human. Phillipe threw Yvonne forward, flat down onto the floor, and they finished off their orgasms with her on the floor on her belly and him still pumping between her cheeks on top of her. Even though they'd both had orgasms, he continued to heave on top of her for another twenty minutes, and he eventually had another orgasm before he stopped. He ravaged Yvonne all night long, forcing her to bathe him in the shower, and having her orally service him again when she was done. He took her from every position he could think of...front, back, side. He used her mouth for every pleasure his twisted mind could devise, even having her orally adore his own sphincter while she stroked his penis and testicles from behind with her hands, and then turning around to have her orally service him yet again while fingering him where she'd just finished licking. He thought of her as his sex object and his brain was on fire with lust. He used her mouth, her pussy, her round bottom, for every perverted sex act imaginable. And she complied with each and every one of them. As he had promised, he did indeed fill her with his sperm. At length, he tired, became exhausted. He had used her for his pleasure in so many ways he'd lost count. He'd taken her in just about every room in her home and had enjoyed every moment of it. He had no idea how many orgasms he'd had, or she'd had for that matter. And he planned on repeat performances of it all in the months and years to come. He had found his one true sex slave....and he would keep her forever. Even when Yvonne was so exhausted she could no longer even move, he still fondled and kissed her body, playing with it, sucking it, licking it. But all she could do was lay there and let him do what he would. In one night they came to know each other's bodies intimately...and that intimacy made Phillipe want still more. He became obsessed with her body, obsessed with carrying out any and all sex acts with her. He lost all track of time, and the hours melted quickly away. Phillipe had just finished rubbing yet another erection all over Yvonne's body. He was straddling her, hovering over her chest facing her legs, where he'd instructed her to bite and lick his buttocks while he stroked himself with her breasts. It was just as he sent several hot spurts of his come onto her belly, thighs and bush that he happened to glance out the window. And realized that, sadly, his plans would have to change... To Be Continued... Myths & Legends Ch. 3 Phillipe got up off Yvonne and sat next to her, still looking out the window. She followed his gaze and saw what troubled him. The storm had long since passed, and off to the East the black sky was just beginning to turn blue and red on the horizon. Dawn was fast approaching. Phillipe had used her for his pleasure through the entire night. Soon, Yvonne would be free of this man, but would that freedom be forever or just for a single night? Would he return on the morrow, and every subsequent night thereafter, or would his lust for blood dictate otherwise? Lust or sustenance...which would it be? Her answer came almost as soon as those thoughts rumbled through her brain. "My dear, I'm afraid there's been a change of plans." He leaned over and held his hand on her belly, then removed it with a sigh. "I've expended alot of energy here tonight. I'm going to need to drain quite a bit of blood from you. I have a long way to go before the sun comes up completely and I'll need my strength to get there before it does. Sadly, my seed has not taken root in you, otherwise I'd try to find another way out of this. You are indeed the most wanton whore I've ever enjoyed, but other needs are far more urgent at the moment. I'm afraid I'm going to have to end your life." He sat facing her and fondled her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. He then leaned down and sniffed, kissed and briefly licked her glistening mound. His eyes then turned quickly to look at the brightening horizon. He actually seemed sad that he had to kill her, but his needs were more important. There were other women to rapture. "But, I've done everything you asked. Don't you want to have me again tomorrow night...and every night?" Her eyes were wide and her lips quivered as she spoke. "That would be the ideal situation, Yvonne, but unfortunately I've dallied here too long. And now my situation is urgent. I must have energy and I must take it quickly. And, I'm sorry, my dear, but the amount of blood I will need from you will leave you a drained husk. I didn't want it to end this way, but I have no choice. But," he grinned an evil grin, "you may rest peacefully knowing that you've been given the honor of becoming a part of me. If you can't have the pleasure of being my slut night after night, at least you can die knowing you've sacrificed yourself for me, to keep me alive to enjoy other women such as yourself night after night." "You ungrateful bastard!" Yvonne hissed. "Well, let me just open your eyes for a second. You didn't force me to have sex tonight. I did it all willingly. I was in the mood for some hot, perverted sex, and I saw your appearance at my bedside as a chance to satisfy my own urges. I was the one who used you, you arrogant ass!" Phillipe's eyes flared red with anger, and his fangs and fingernails became daggers. "You dare talk that way to me?! If you were hoping that by doing so I would be angry and kill you quickly, think again. Your ill advised words have cost you that luxury. I am going to make you suffer before you die! I will not let a trollop like you insult me! Prepare, Yvonne, to know what it means to truly suffer" "I don't think so, Phillipe...but you're welcome to try." He was literally salivating with anger and hunger when he dove for Yvonne's neck. He held her head to one side and lunged with open mouth and bared fangs, only to feel his head stopped short an inch from her pulsating artery. His head jerked back, and he discovered that Yvonne had a handful of his hair and was twisting it as she pulled him away from her. She pushed his head back completely, holding it away from her at a full arm's length. He fought with all his strength to free himself from her grip, but found he could not. He tried to grab her own hair and jerk her head again for another clear shot at her coursing blood. He could not budge her head. When he yanked on her hair, her head moved with the speed of lightning, but not where he wanted it to. She whirled and bit him hard on the wrist, her teeth easily ripping a wide hole in it, nearly severing his hand at the wrist. He howled in pain and rage...and glared down at her unbelievingly. As he stared at the suddenly fierce Yvonne, Phillipe's eyes grew wide and for the first time in centuries he knew terror. Her face was changing...eyes elongating into cat-like slits, the pupils dilating....her nostrils enlarging and flaring...her teeth becoming razor sharp, and much longer than Phillipe's Coarse hair began sprouting from almost every inch of her face. Yvonne smiled, pleased with his fear. "My dear," she mocked, "werewolves are every bit as real as vampires...or...didn't you know that? I suppose not....or you probably wouldn't have come here tonight. But, then, I wouldn't have been able to use that wonderful body of yours as my playtoy for the evening, now would I? Pity I have to kill you. I might've enjoyed playing with you night after night. But your arrogance at tossing me aside so easily after I did so much for you tonight has to be punished. So, I guess with all you've learned over the centuries you still don't know everything, do you, little man?" By now her other had was clamped around Phillipe's throat. As her hair continued to sprout from every inch of her body and her face contorted into a mask of lupine horror, Phillipe strained again, but this time to look out the window at the ever advancing sun. "Still hoping to subdue me and beat the sun back to your little dirt box?" she chuckled. "Damn you!" he growled, struggling, "you can't be a werewolf. Everyone knows...." Yvonne's mocking laughter was eerie through her growing muzzle. "Everyone knows what, Phillipe? Werewolves only come out on the night of the full moon? Oh, my poor Phillipe....I thought you of all people would know better. Surely you don't believe all the crap you read. We werewolves can shape shift any time we please. Doesn't even have to be night time, let alone a full moon. I'm surprised at you, Phillipe, I really am. I guess even you believe in some of those old myths...hmmm? Now, what am I going to do with you? I can't just let you go, now that you know my secret." He squirmed in her grasp, but she held him firmly. As the sun began to rise above the horizon, Yvonne realized she'd have to make a quick decision. And make it she did. She yanked his head to one side, holding his shoulder with her other hand, clearing the way for her muscled jaw. As Phillipe had expended alot of energy during the night, so too had she...and she was hungry...very hungry. Her mouth opened wide and razor sharp teeth dug into Phillipe's neck and shoulder....and that was just the starting point. She dined on his neck, chest, abdomen and entire right arm before the sun crept up completely over the horizon. Satisfied, she sat back to let the sun do its job, letting herself relax and return to human form. She watched as what was left of the insatiable Phillipe bubbled and melted in the sunlight streaming in through her window. She was glad she'd filled her stomach in time. The bubbling and hissing eventually subsided, leaving a pile of ashes where poor Phillipe had once been. Suddenly, her electricity sputtered back on...and her orange glowing lamp returned to its usual semi-bright 60 watt glow. She looked at the pile of ashes on her bedroom carpet and sighed. Not bad, she thought, retrieving the vacuum cleaner from the hall closet....some awesome sex, a satisfying meal, no commitments, and all she had to do was vacuum the floor a little bit! It doesn't get any better than that! Still, she sighed, there was one part of him she would miss....though not entirely. He certainly did show her a good time, she mused. She went around the bed and picked up her magazines from the floor. Luckily, none of them had gotten torn or otherwise ruined. She piled them up neatly next to the bed. She was exhausted and reading them would have to wait until some other time....maybe tonight. She went back around the bed and looked down at the one part of Phillipe that she'd protected from the sunlight when it had crept through the window and destroyed the rest of his mangled body. She bent to pick up his still amazingly erect penis, which she caressed with fondness. She wouldn't miss its arrogant previous owner, but she would miss how well he used it. Still, it was hers to use anytime she wished. How ironic. Phillipe had sought to use her sexually anytime he wanted to, and now it was she who was going to use his firm member to satisfy her own needs whenever the urge struck her. She liked that idea...it made her smile. Exhausted, she put her new toy on the nightstand, leaving its storage for when she awoke. She slid her weary body under the warm blankets and began to drift. She noticed the bright sunshine still beaming in through her window and briefly contemplated closing the shades, but she was asleep before the thought could complete itself. She drifted into a deep, satisfying sleep, dreaming of myths and legends...