5 comments/ 15509 views/ 9 favorites A Creole Princess By: Blondie2187 Dahlia appeared in every way as an ancient mixture of Louisiana Creole. Her hair shinned caramel and copper with strands of gold. Her eyes shined a deep fluorescent emerald green, and her skin glistened the color of honey in candle light. Her body was complete perfection. Her face was mysterious and beautiful. Her breast were large, firm and sloped upwards. Her waist was slender and gave her hips the most feminine curve. Every man in Louisiana wanted her, not only for her money, but for her body and enchanting demeanor. Her mother had come from France in the late 1600's. Her father was a mix of Spanish and Kadohadacho. She was raised by her mother on a very large and prominent plantation only an hour outside New Orleans. Dahlia had lived a privileged life until 1738. Then in the midst of a slave uprising on the plantation Dahlia watched as her entire family was slaughtered. As the slaves practiced various vodou ceremonies celebrating their freedom and thanking their god Bondye, a bokor approached Dahlia. As she laid on the floor of her plantation shaking with fear the bokor preformed a sacred ritual. He explained that he was to curse her, so that she would be enslaved for eternity and would always remember those who she had enslaved. He bokor motioned for a slave woman to come closer. The woman was a loogaroo, a vampyritic agent of the devil. The woman sauntered towards the bokor and Dahlia as an evil grin formed her mouth. The bokor announced that it was time. The slave woman horrifically began to tremor and vibrate, and she became scorched in a fiery light as Dahlia watched in horror. The woman drew up her arms and launched herself towards Dahlia, biting into her neck and sucking the blood as well as the life out of her. When the loogaroo had finished, her fire burned out and she slit her own chest and urged Dahlia to drink her blood. Dahlia screamed and tried to push away, but enough of the blood had already reached her system. Dahlia quaked with fear and choked with pain. The loogaroo had turned Dahlia into what some would call a vampire. This month of 1912, Dahlia had just celebrated her two hundredth birthday. To this day she resides on her families plantation, reinventing herself as heirs to the estate. The sad prince As the sun set over New Orleans Andre headed out of the city, fed up with traditions and expectations. At the age of twenty-nine he was expected to marry soon. Andre Jules came from a prominent French Creole family who had resided in New Orleans for hundreds of years. He drove for miles until he finally ran out of gas. Andre, still infuriated with his family's ultimatum, proceeded to get out and walk with no intention of getting help. Andre had a hint of Spanish mixed with his French heritage which showed as he pushed the long almost black hair out of his eyes as he march down the road. His eyes became an illuminated hazel hue in the dusk of night. He was pale, but his body rippled with muscles which were evident in no matter what he wore. Andre induced extreme amounts of sex appeal to all that saw him, yet he was modest and confident. He walked until he came upon a long drive lined with large trees and lanterns. There he saw an enormous plantation situated just off of the river. Andre had decided it was now getting late and that he should try to look for gas or a ride back to New Orleans. As soon as Andre knocked, the massive door began to open revealing the most stunning woman he had ever laid eyes on. She wore a long black, silk gown with sheer flowing arms. It was very low cut and Andre watched as her breast rose and fell as she looked him over. "May I help you?" the woman asked noticing that Andre was searching her body, yet she did the same. Andre was startled by her voice and had forgotten why he was there. "I. . .i ran out of gas a few miles back. I was wondering if you. . ." The woman had placed her hand on the door above her head, which made her breast lift in such a sexual manner that Andre forgot everything he was saying. "I'm sorry but I have no car, I also don't have a telephone." The woman said as she ran a hand across her chest. Her words were seductive and enchanting. "Pardon me?" Andre answered completely confused by her response. The woman just laughed ever so slightly. "I'm assuming you were hoping for a car or some gas. Please do come in." "I appreciate it, thank you. My name is Andre Jules, i was coming form the city when I lost track of time. . . I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name." The woman had poured Andre bourbon, and was slightly leaning in to hand it to him. "Dahlia St. Romes, It is a pleasure meeting you Andre," she said as she poured herself a glass and took a seat next to him. Andre watched as she slowly crossed her legs and a slit in her gown appeared parting all the way up to her upper thigh. He noticed her skin color was tanned all over her body. Her deep red lipstick made her eyes shine more yellow than Green. The two talked for quite a while, the entire time Andre devoured every part of the woman across from him. Dahlia noticed his stares and said, "it is miles to the next town, you must stay the night. I insist. " "I truly appreciate this you have no idea, I will be gone first thing tomorrow." Andre said slightly embarrassed that they had met while under such undesirable terms. "Nonsense, I have somewhere to be in the morning and I won't be home until dusk. Do stay and have dinner with me tomorrow evening." Her voice was calm and low, as if there were erotic connotations behind every word. Andre agreed and promised he would stay until the next evening. "Come I'll show you to your room." Dahlia said examining Andre's lower lip, and large strong hands. Dahlia led Andre to his room, moving slowly, almost gliding up the stairs, swaying her curved hips with every step. She led him to a room at the end of the hall, and when the door opened the room was illuminated with dozens of candles. Andre walked inwards surveying the room in awe. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, gold plates, and boxes decorated the room, and the light hit everything creating a golden sphere within the room. When Andre turned back to Dahlia she began walking towards him. As she faced him she reached her arms out. Her long red fingernails traced the collar of his shirt down his chest. Dahlia could feel the muscles underneath his clothes, and it sent currents through her body. Andre noticed as her nipples hardened through her dress, and he realized that she wore no bra or corset, that was just the natural shape of her body. She reached the first button of his shit slowly unfastening each one. As she reached the last she was nearly touching his member, which Andre tried to control with all his might. She unfastened the last button and lifted her eyes to meet his. Slowly she placed her hands on his stomach, his abs and glided her hands upwards. She caressed his bare muscular chest before working her way up his shoulders and under his shirt. There she slowly pulled his shirt down his arms, and grabbed it before it hit the ground. Andre's heart was pounding; the blood rushed to his head and then shot down to a lower part of his body. "I will have this cleaned for you by tomorrow," she said biting her bottom lip as she looked lasciviously at his body. Although completely shocked, Andre grinned at her as he scratched his stomach in that manly way, knowing that she wanted him just as much as he lusted for her. "Thank you, that is so very kind of you." Dahlia gave a small grin and left the room. As soon as the door closed Andre slid his hand down his body, slowly rubbed his hard cock thinking of the way Dahlia had touched him. He decided that he ought to sleep and see where tomorrow evening led. As the clock struck three Andre heard the door open. He say Dahlia in a sheer cream gown, it was extremely low cut and tight making her gorgeous breast round and push forward through the material. Dahlia leaned against the bed pressing her tits around the post begging Andre to take her. As he sat up and wrapped his hands around her waist she kissed down his neck. Andre moved his hands lower and positioned her so that she was between his legs and he grabbed her ass and drew her in closer. She moaned in his ear as his cock crushed against her clit. Andre felt animalistic and just as he was ready to let go and take her he felt a painful pinch in his neck. Just then the clock struck seven, and Andre had realized he had dreamed her coming to his room. As Dahlia turned a horse head on a large marble fire place mantel it slowly started to rotate, opening to a red velvet staircase. As she reached the last step into her secret chambers a dozen candles were set ablaze. The room was decorated in dark red and gold silk draped around the room, and rod iron candle holders. The corner of the room housed a elegant day bed filled with black satin pillows. In the middle of the room was a large white marble tomb filled with a red satin lining. Dahlia lied down trying to relive how Andre's body felt as she touched him. He was so muscular, masculine . . . sexual. She was beginning to worry that she wanted too much. A Creole Princess Ch. 02 When he awoke, Andre found his car in the front drive filled with fuel, and his shirt folded neatly on a massive mahogany table. Andre wondered where Dahlia had gone, and how she had gotten there. He decided to spend his day exploring the enormous plantation, and trying to get to know the real Dahlia St. Romes. Everything in the house was very old, expensive antiques were precisely placed and looked like they hadn't ever been touched. Andre searched the bedrooms looking for the one which might be Dahlia's, but he could not find one. All the rooms seemed to be guest bedrooms. The house looked more like a museum than a home that somebody lived in. In fact there were no signs of life on the magnificent property. The sun set over the plantations and as it began to hide behind the mountains Dahlia arose from her tomb. "Did you enjoy yourself today?" Andre jumped at the sultry voice. He was surprised that he hadn't heard Dahlia come in. She looked magnificent in her elegant low cut dress. It was crimson red, and it enhanced the color of her honey skin. Her breast looked enormous in the dress, and they made Andre incredibly hard. He became aware of this and was thankful that table blocked his now gigantic erection. Dahlia however could hear the change in his blood flow and gave him a knowing grin. "Indeed I did. I feel I must tell you I was a bit of a snoop today." Andre said wearily. "Oh were you? Did you find anything interesting?" Dahlia said sitting down close to him at the table. "Actually no, nothing. No dirty little secrets, in fact I couldn't even find your bedroom." Andre became a little unnerved letting Dahlia know he had gone searching for her room. Suddenly the room felt very hot. He watched Dahlias breast heave up and down, confined within her dress, and the warm Louisiana heat began to stifle the room. Andre began to undo the first three buttons of his shirt, as he became enchanted with Dahlia. "Would you like to see it?" Dahlia said calmly, her green eyes burning through him. Andre licked his lips and smiled at her. "I would like to see many things," he said as the smile faded from his face and was replaced by pure lechery. Dahlia stood up and walked toward him. She leaned down in front of him at an angle which enhanced his vision of both her enormous breast and her tight shapely ass. Dahlia leaned in closer as if to kiss him, yet bypassed his lips and purred into his ear. "Come." Dahlia took his hand and led him to the only locked door in the house. It seemed to lead to the basement, which perplexed Andre. Dahlia pulled a key from her breast and the door opened. Andre was once again stunned by the wealth of such a young girl. He then noticed an empty tomb situated in the middle of the room. Andre stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to look at Dahlia. "You're not human, are you?" He said calmly, still only wishing to touch her as he did in his dream. Dahlia was, for the first time in centuries, truly nervous. She wondered what he would think of her, and how he would react when she told him. However, Dahlia wanted Andre more than she had wanted anything in her two hundred years. She not only wanted his body, but she wanted his blood as well. She needed to tell him because she did not want to kill him. Dahlia collected herself and calmly said, "I mean you no harm. And no I am not human anymore. I am a vampire, however I find myself intensely attracted by you. I dreamed of you all morning. I don't know what it is but I want you so horribly," she said sliding her hand across her breast. This was all Andre needed to hear. Andre marched across the room barely stopping as he reached Dahlia. He grabbed her face between his hands and with raw carnal desire he kissed her. Andre did not stop as he lifted Dahlia off of the ground and she twisted her legs around his waist. He carried her over to a bed in the corner, and placed her on top of it still holding her legs around him. She then reached up and ripped the remaining buttons off of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. Dahlia then ripped it off of him, as he ripped her dress off of her. The two both stopped for an instant, their passionate kiss and their erotic fondles halted, so that the two could stare at each other's bodies. Desire filled the both of them, and the instant passed before Dahlia began ripping Andre's pants from his body. When they were off Andre jumped on top of her forcing his cock against her now, dripping wet pussy. He grunted so loudly as he pressed against her and finally grabbed her large firm breasts. "Urh! Fuck, I have thought about this from the minute I saw you," Andre said breathing very heavily, before he bent and began to suck on Dahlia's massive breast. He crushed his face against them as he looked back up at her. Dahlia was fighting so hard not to bite him. She was so incredibly aroused by his touch and she ground her pussy against his cock as she heaved her breast forwards, so Andre had better access. Dahlia moved her hand down his chest, slightly scratching him as she moved down. She reached between her legs and slowly fondled Andre's balls before wrapping her hand around his massive cock. She was only able to stroke his cock twice before Andre let out a deep growl and shoved his enormous cock inside of her. "Ohhhhh!" Dahlia moaned in his ear loudly as she arched her back and trusted her breast in the air. Andre remained fucking, yet still holding back as he sat up and grabbed the bed post with one hand and grabbed Dahlia's tit with the other. He thrust in and out, holding back as not to hurt her. It was driving him crazy. As if Dahlia had read his mind she moaned louder and ground her hips around his cock. "Fuck me," She moaned in a sultry voice. She grabbed his throat running her thumb down the middle. "Fuck me harder . . .uhh fuck me harder . . . mmm give it all to me . . . oh God harder!" Andre finally let go, fucking her harder and harder. Dahlia's pussy was so tight around his cock, and Andre thought he would cum very soon. Again Dahlia read his mind and arched her back and turned so that she was on top of him, grinding her pussy in circles around his cock. Andre moved his hands from her breast to her waist and down to her ass. He squeezed her ass hard and pushed down driving his cock entirely up her pussy. The sensation was too much for Dahlia and she felt her body tingle. She lost all control over her body, while fucking Andre in a crazy she dove forwards and bit into his neck. "Aghhhh! Fuck. Yes!" Andre screamed as he felt Dahlia's pussy convulse around his cock. He pulled her down harder on top of him and pushed his cock up with all his might before he came inside of her. Spurt after spurt Andre pumped upwards into the tightest pussy he had ever felt. Dahlia's pussy pumped his cock over and over again squeezing all the cum from his balls. The two finally collapsed and after a long time of kissing and fondling they finally separated. Even afterwards Dahlia could feel herself quiver. Andre felt the need to be as close to her as possible. He ran his hands up and down her body feeling himself harden again. "My God you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he said as he ran his hand down and cupped her ass. Dahlia swooned against his touch. "I can't have enough of you," she said as she sat up and kissed him passionately. She then kissed his neck in the place she had bitten him and moved down. Dahlia placed her hands on his chest and slid them down his muscular abs and she kissed his chest, his stomach, and the muscles around his hips. Finally she licked the tip of his cock as she looked up into his eyes. She closed them again as she slid her mouth over the head and down his shaft. Andre inhaled sharply and closed his eyes at the unbelievable sensation she was giving him. Dahlia moved her mouth up and down sucking his cock deep into her throat. She then lifted her head and began to tease him by kissing his thighs. "Urh don't stop sucking my cock." Dahlia then moved her mouth around his balls teasing them with her tongue. She then lifted a hand massaging them as she kissed his thighs. Just then she slowly bit into Andre's thigh drinking his blood as she massaged his balls so that he would only feel an enhanced sensation of pleasure. Andre was so turned on he grunted loudly and could feel pre-cum slowly drip down the shaft of his cock. Dahlia slowly lifted her head and licked the cum up his shaft and devoured his cock once again, sucking it deep into her throat. Andre could hold back no longer and he shot forwards and grabbed Dahlia's head holding it down as he fucked his cum deep down her throat. Dahlia rose her head and swallowed the remaining cum.