0 comments/ 4545 views/ 3 favorites The Legend of the Wild Hunt Ch. 01 By: wildhunt1 Chapter 1 Silk, the Disgruntled Vampire 1 Her eyelids slid slowly open, revealing eyes of the purest white. She took a moment to stretch, working out the kinks that invariably set in during sleep. Waking up had always been the hardest thing for her, for she enjoyed her sleep very much. Her sleep was dreamless, and her thoughts were quiet. It was much better to sleep than be awake. A moment later, the black irises appeared as her eyes rolled down from the back of her head. Her stomach growled with hunger, and she licked her lips in quiet anticipation. She counted down the seconds until the time would be safe and she could hunt once more. She felt the darkness overcome her soul again, and she relished in the intense feeling. When the time was right, she pushed open the lid of the intricately carved and gold-inlaid coffin. In the distance outside her tomb, the sun began to set behind the mountains, shrouding the world in darkness. She sat up and looked around the quiet crypt to make sure she was truly alone. Her eyes turned red as she gazed at the darkness with the blood-sight of her kind, seeing the blackness as mortals saw daylight. Everything was as it should have been, she realized with a small amount of relief. No one knew about last night's dalliance or had followed her here to wait. She was safe. The woman turned to the decaying corpse lying next to her within the coffin. It was laid out in a pale, white dress, the once slim, beautiful hands crossed over the deceased woman's chest. She wore a gold wedding band on her left hand, and the vampire had to smile. "Thank you for your hospitality this day," she told the deceased, stroking the almost skeletal hand. "You were a most gracious hostess. By the way, you may call me Silk next time I call upon you." She pulled herself out of the coffin and stood up. Around her, the spirits of the dead watched silently, jealously, as this intruder in their domain returned to life. The air in the tomb was frigid, but it did not affect Silk, for she no longer felt the extremes of heat and cold. She shivered, however, as she contemplated the coming night and what all it might hold. The hunt thrilled her, as did the aspect of a romp with some prospective food. She looked down at her clothes and sighed despondently. Her sleep had completely wrinkled the outfit, and dirt from last night's chase had spotted the material. Silk turned to look at the corpse she had slept with. "This life is hell on clothes," she murmured. "I'll have to change before I get started tonight. The whores won't exactly welcome me if I'm too dirty. I do have an image to maintain, after all. A lady of society cannot be seen in such shambles." Silk stepped over the drained corpse she had fed off last night and placed her hands against the solid door leading outside from the crypt. With a gentle push, the door gave way to her strength, letting her out into the night to hunt once more. The cool air kissed her cheek, sending a flash of warmth between her legs. She allowed her fangs to drop as she released the vampire. The scent of prey on the wind made the blood boil in her veins. The intoxicating flavor of young, tender flesh alerted her to food in the vicinity. She could smell their raging hormones from here—young, tender, untouched flesh, she could tell. "Oooh..." she purred delightedly, her red eyes sparkling. "I can just imagine the conversation he's giving her now." Silk shook her head and clicked her tongue pityingly. "I should kill them both just for being young and stupid." She raised her arms to begin her transformation but paused for a moment. Her lips curled into a small smile. "Maybe I'll just kill him for being a jerk. The girl might not deserve to die, and she might be a great lover," she added as an afterthought. A cloud of mist enveloped her, and she formed the image of a bat in her mind. Using her will, she poured herself into the image, feeling her muscles constrict, her arms expand, and her weight diminish until she was flapping in the air, smaller than she had been before. She found a freedom in flying that she did not feel in even her wolf form. She could cover greater distances and did not have to fear a hunter trying to kill her for her pelt. She found the two soon-to-be-lovers nearby and had to wonder how he convinced her to come to a cemetery to lose her virginity—the possibility of creating life in a place of death actually made Silk's skin crawl. But she decided to perch in a tree and observe to see how stupid the girl actually was. Silk sighed in her mind and transformed back into her human form, sitting on a branch of the ancient oak tree. A smile split her dark red lips, and she misted, moving unseen behind the grave marker the two were laying beneath under the moonlight. The scent of their arousal was thick, and Silk felt wetness soak her panties. The girl was going to be tasty, and the thought of introducing her to the pleasures of a woman's body made Silk's knees weak. She had to bide her time, though, so as to not scare the girl off. The boy she did not care about more and more as she heard him speaking to the girl. "I'm still not sure about this, Jeremy," the young, stupid virgin said hesitantly as she looked around the graveyard. "Why don't we just find an inn or someplace else?" "There's nothing to worry about, baby," the young boy, Jeremy, said comfortingly as he stroked the girl's blonde hair. Silk almost laughed at his desperation. She could sense the rapid beating of his heart and knew that he would explode if he could not take this girl soon. Silk hoped the girl would hold off for just a few more seconds so her "lover" would completely humiliate himself. "Are you sure it won't hurt?" she asked, chewing lightly on her fingernail. "Cathy had sex with Darren and said it really, really hurt at first." "No, baby, it's supposed to feel really, really good," he said, his hand lightly stroking her hip as they lay side by side. "But it has to be done right, that's all." Don't give it up to this weasel, girl, Silk pleaded silently. "O-Okay...but go slow," she said, and Silk cursed the girl's stupidity. Silk phased away to another tombstone where she could watch them unobserved. The boy, Jeremy, kissed the girl's lips, and their complete inexperience set Silk's nerves on edge. She watched him paw at the girl's young breasts, and Silk could only imagine what it must have felt like to the girl. The gentle caress of an experienced lover was so different than that of someone who had never stroked a breast before. Silk watched as his eagerness took over, and he started pulling the girl's clothes off hurriedly, almost ripping them in his haste. Silk let him open the girl's bodice, exposing her small, firm breasts and hardened nipples, sensing his heart rate increasing, before she loudly cleared her throat. Silk had to admit that she wanted to see the girl's breasts, as well, and she was not disappointed in them. Seeing how far they both jumped at her intrusion was almost worth interrupting them by itself. The girl screamed and pulled her blouse closed while the boy cowered behind her, not daring to show his face in shame. The girl threw her head back and stared at Silk. "Who are you?" the girl demanded bravely, though her voice quivered uncontrollably. She looked at the woman kneeling atop the tombstone like a dark angel of mercy in a heavenly gold dress. Her beauty seemed almost ethereal—almost god-like. The woman kept her lion's mane of red hair tousled and piled atop her head alluringly, the long bangs falling to the side to partially cover her large, long Elven ears. She wore a very, very short dress that would probably be considered indecent in most civilized societies, but she pulled it off to excellent effect. The front of the golden dress had a plunging neckline that revealed more of her stunning breasts than even a street prostitute showed, but her body and the way she carried herself gave the dress far more class than it deserved. The dress stopped near the top of her thighs, and the way Silk was perched above the tombstone gave the two an excellent view of her matching string bikini underwear. A golden medallion lay on her chest, held up by a thin gold wire around her neck. She looked like she was heading to a party, other than her dress being dirty. Silk watched the two of them, her arousal growing at the memory of the girl's breasts. The vampire could imagine their weight in her hands, the proud, red nipples pressing into her palms. She wanted to undress the girl completely and see her totally naked as the Lords of Light wanted her to be. Silk could imagine the girl's legs over her shoulders as the vampire lathed her young opening with her hot tongue, bringing her to heights of pleasure that no man could ever hope to match. Her loins burned with the images she created in her mind. She smiled at the girl, hiding the two long incisors within her small mouth. "Let's just say I'm a guardian hoping to prevent you from making a mistake you'll regret forever," the vampire answered the girl's question. "How old are you, youngling?" "I'm seventeen," the girl said proudly, throwing out her young breasts as testament to her age. Silk had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. While Silk had firm, supple breasts, they were still larger than the girl's while not comparatively larger to other women the vampire knew—yet the girl was acting like she was a woman. The girl frowned when she saw Silk's mirth. "I'm almost eighteen," she amended when she saw the vampire trying to hide her laughter. "Ooh, a big girl," Silk said mockingly, unable to keep out the dig. "And as a big girl, do you love this dog who cowers so proudly behind you?" She pointed to the boy with a long, blood red fingernail. The girl looked at the boy, who had stopped hiding at the vampire's scathing remarks. She smiled at him, and he smiled at her, though his eyes did not leave Silk's body. "With all my heart," she said with dreamy eyes. Silk had to choke down the feeling of vomit that rose in her throat—a feeling foreign to her because of her vampiric nature. She shook her head sadly. "If you're only seventeen—forgive me, almost eighteen—then how the hell do you know what love is? I'm...well, I won't reveal how old I am, but I'm much older than you—and I still don't know what love is. And please don't confuse attention for love—that is a huge mistake most girls make." She pointed to Jeremy again. "Is he the first boy to show any interest in you?" The girl looked down at her hands. "He's the first boy I've seriously seen," she admitted. Silk narrowed her red eyes. "And how long have you seen him?" The girl looked at him. "Three months—but I've known him much longer!" she said defensively. Silk slapped her forehead and let out an oath. "You're letting this jerk paw at you when you've only know him seriously for three months! My dear, that is beyond stupid!" The girl's blue eyes narrowed. "But...I know I love him, just as he loves me," she said defiantly, sticking up for their decision. She looked at him and saw that his eyes had moved from Silk's breasts to her long, lean legs and the high-heeled shoes she wore. The girl did want to strangle him. "No offense against men—the Lords of Darkness know I love them—but they don't know what love is until they're at least twenty five—most of them much later! I'll bet his one goal right now is to get inside your underwear so he doesn't have to beat himself off when he gets home tonight." "That's not true!" Jeremy objected, speaking for the first time. "She's the only girl for me! I love her!" Silk sighed. "Try saying that without looking at my crotch," she told him scathingly. "Or without your voice cracking." Silk approached the girl and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Look, I gave myself to a jerk that I thought I was in love with—whom I thought loved me in return. He turned me into what I am as thanks for giving him everything that made me who I am." The girl's voice shook as she asked, "And what are you?" Silk released the vampire fully, the ethereal glow surround her increasing and setting her hair of end. The girl and her boyfriend screamed and jumped back further from her. He groaned as Silk released the vampiric pheromones that allowed her to hold sway over her prey, and she was pleased to see a wet spot stain the front of his pants. He turned and ran from her in fear and embarrassment. "Jeremy!" the girl shrieked. Silk took the girl into her arms and held her close, staring into her pretty blue eyes, putting the girl under the sway of her hypnotic powers. Even though she knew she had no right to do so, Silk cupped the girl's breast and sighed. "You possess a special gift, young one," Silk told her, the vampire's voice echoing hollowly. "Give it only to he who is most worthy of you, and you will never regret the decision. Now go—I am sure your parents are worried. Forget tonight ever happened." She paused and smiled wickedly. "But remember the feel of my hand—and my hand only—on your breast." Silk released her, and the girl turned and ran in the same direction as Jeremy. But before she disappeared, she stopped and gave the vampire one last look. Silk sank against a tombstone and watched them run off, her heart saddened by what she had just given up. 2 "You know, Silk—if you wanted to scare them, you could have just pulled a sword on them or something." The vampire turned and hissed, her inner being now fully awake, distorting her beautiful face until she saw the woman standing behind her. Silk stood up quickly and hid her fangs, taking on an air of disdain. "What are you doing here, Satin?" the vampire asked the chocolate-skinned woman, who slowly approached with the three-quarters moon at her back. "Looking for you, unfortunately," the black woman with shoulder-length black hair that fell over one eye said. "The Master sent me for you. Come home, Silk—we're all worried about you." Silk snarled in disgust, her pert nose wrinkling. "Oh, I'm just sure you're worried about me," she spat angrily. The vampire turned away from her and started walking toward the nearby town. "I can see right through you, Satin. You'd like it better if I just stayed away forever—but being a loyal lapdog, you're going to do whatever the Master wishes, even if it just kills you inside!" Satin chased after her. "I'm loyal to the Master's wishes," the dark-skinned girl said, jumping to catch up to the retreating vampire. "That's something you once were, before you go this spur in your saddle!" "Ha!" the vampire scoffed, not looking at her. She knew if she looked, she would forget her anger, forget her frustration, and fall deeply in love with this woman again. Satin's skin wasn't just the color of chocolate—it tasted so sweet that nothing could compare to it in Silk's mind. But she knew looking at her would be a mistake and she had to prevent it from happening at all costs. But by the Lords of Darkness, she did love Satin. "I've always had this spur in my saddle, Satin—your coming to live with the Master and I just started digging it into my side!" Satin grabbed Silk's arm and turned the vampire around. Their eyes met, Silk's green and Satin's brown, and Silk wanted to do nothing more than rip Satin's clothes off and take her right there in the cemetery, much like Jeremy wanted to do with the girl. Silk's eyes followed the sharp angles of Satin's face and down her neck to the swell of her breasts—breasts that Silk knew every inch of by memory, from the hard, dark nipples to the weight of the undersides. Silk wanted to suckle her. Silk wanted to fuck her. Silk wanted to taste her blood again. But she could not turn her back on what she had accomplished by leaving their Master forever. Even though the wetness coating her panties spoke volumes otherwise. Satin clutched at Silk's cool wrist, forgetting how nice her cold body temperature felt compared to her own, heated one. Satin's body ran forever hot due to her other nature, and she longed to feel Silk's cool nakedness again. Satin sighed, knowing it would take a lot of convincing to bring her lover back to the fold. "We need you, Silk," Satin said, deciding not to pussyfoot around. "The time is approaching. The Master wants you back." Silk jerked her arm away, unnerved by the feelings that Satin's above-average temperature gave her. She wanted to ravage her right here, right now. Silk wanted to rip her clothes off and bury Satin's face between her legs until she came harder than she had in months. She wanted to bite Satin's neck, feast on her blood.... "Yeah, he wants me back," she said, forcing her thoughts aside before they betrayed her. "Only because I give better head than you! He doesn't need me Satin—he can find someone else! I'm out of that situation forever. I'm never going back to him. You can tell the Master that I hope he goes to hell!" Satin grabbed Silk's arm again before the vampire could turn around. She held tight to the vampire while in her mind she undressed Silk—played with her hard nipples while her fingers sought the warmth of the vampire's loins. Silk bared her fangs threateningly, but Satin did not release her. "He needs you, Silk. You were his First, and he cannot replace you!" Silk jerked her arm away violently. "He can. You can become his First and someone else can become his Third. We're all replaceable Satin—don't you get that? Satin jerked back like Silk had slapped her. "Is that what all this is about?" the black girl asked. "Do you feel Lace and I have replaced you? We haven't, Silk! The Master loves you just as much as he loves the two of us! We all pleasure him differently, but we are the same in his eyes!" Silk sighed and turned away. "You just keep telling yourself that, Satin. I won't take it up the ass for him anymore—literally or figuratively. He never bound me to his side, so I was free to go whenever I wished. So, I left." "The time for the Ride has come!" Satin said in desperation, not wanting her to go, longing for just one more second to view her face, to feel her presence, to enjoy the sight of her. The wind blew Silk's short skirt, which plastered to the vampire's firm behind moving up and down as she walked away. Satin's loins ached with the need to bury her face between Silk's legs again, to make the vampire cum as only Satin could. With each step, Satin knew the chances of Silk returning diminished. She was desperate. "He needs you, Silk! He wants you back!" I want you back. "I'm not going back," Silk said over her shoulder, not looking at Satin because she knew she would see the desperation in her dark brown eyes, and she knew her heart would melt and she would run back to her, kiss her, fondle her until she lost all resolve. She had to keep her heart strong if she were to survive as she had for so long. "You can return to your Master and tell him that I never want to hear from him again. I'm living my life now—it may not be a great life, but it's better than being his lackey for eternity. The Wild Hunt is death, Satin—and if you're smart, you'll get away from him, too." She paused and took a deep breath that she did not really need. Then Silk turned and looked at her. Satin was one of the most glorious women Silk had ever had the pleasure of knowing and making love to. She was slim with heavy breasts and a nice, firm behind that Silk loved to caress and cup. She was tall, her body perfectly proportioned within the corset and leather pants the black woman wore. She saw the pleading in Satin's brown eyes; saw the desire in their depths even at this range. Silk wanted to run to her but knew she could not. Then she found herself saying, "I never really liked you, Satin—the sex was fantastic, but I always despised you outside of the bedroom. However, I'll let you travel with me if you'll just renounce him as I have. Just leave him, and I'll let you be with me again." The Legend of the Wild Hunt Ch. 01 As I long to be! Satin stopped short and looked at her. She saw the sincerity in Silk's eyes, heard the silent longing in her voice. Satin looked down at the ground, unable to meet her eyes as she said, "I cannot. He's been very good to all of us, Silk. He's given us a home when we've had no other. He's helped bring all of us back from the brink of destruction." She looked up, her brown eyes meeting Silk's green. "We owe him our lives, our gratitude, and our love. He won't come after you, Silk—he told me to try once and then return with or without you. But we all need you, Silk." The vampire turned away. "If that's the case, then you'll return without me." Satin looked downcast, but she nodded her head gently. "I did enjoy the hours we spent making love for his pleasure and our own," she told the vampire. "No one can love me the way you can." Silk sighed as the memories suddenly flooded back, almost overwhelmingly. She remembered the times they had made love to one another in front of their Master, letting him cum all over their bodies as they brought each other to mind-shattering orgasms. "So did I," the vampire admitted softly. "You were a fabulous lover, Satin. I just cannot put up with it anymore. He's moody, he's ignoring us, and I need someone who won't break his promise to me as he's done so many times recently. It feels like months since he has made love to me alone. Now please excuse me, but I need blood." Satin set her lips into a grim line before saying, "You never drank blood when you were with him, Silk. Isn't that, more than anything, reason enough to return? You aren't a killer, but I saw the killer inside you when you frightened those children!" she shouted at the vampire's quickly retreating form. "You don't like what you are! Come home, Silk! Please, just come home!" Silk ran off, leaving Satin behind in the graveyard. Satin sank to her knees and cried into her hands at her failure. 3 Silk did not stop running until she reached the gates of the town. Every part of her body ached, from her un-beating heart to the depths of her barren womb. She had no idea that seeing Satin would be this unbearable. She had not realized until tonight how much she missed her ebony queen. She collapsed next to the wall guarding the town and wept for a few moments. She wanted to snake her hand into her panties and relieve herself but knew that would only frustrate her more. But any hope she had of finding a lover for the night now made her stomach roil, and the idea of blood filled her mouth with bile. She wanted Satin's body and Satin's blood. It was and had become her nectar, her ambrosia. Satin's skin reminded Silk of the finest Elven chocolates in both look and taste. Silk remembered how hard Satin's dark nipples became under her expert tongue, how wet the folds of her dark sex grew. Silk remembered all the times she had taken Satin's hard clitoris into her mouth and gently sucked her to a mind-blowing orgasm. Silk cursed herself for her weakness and looked up at the moon, seeing its shimmering image through her bloody tears. She let out a primal scream and beat her fists again the wall, nearly damaging it. "By the Lords I hate this life!" she swore loudly. She started pounding on the dirt. "I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! But I hated my other one, too," she said softly, the red tears streaking her face. "I hate them both. I want to die!" "Life cannot be that bad, can it, child?" Silk looked up into the kindly face of an old man with thinning white hair. His skin was brown and leathery from days spent in the sun, probably farming, she thought, looking at his aged, worn coveralls. His extended hand was callused and rough, his body wiry and thin. She had not seen such kindness in anyone's eyes in too long, and the look was almost foreign to her. She sniffed and wiped away her tears before taking his hand. He helped her up. "You look hungry," he told her kindly. "Would you care to come to the inn with me and get some food?" "Leave me alone," Silk told him, crossing her arms and turning away. "I'm dangerous, and I don't want to hurt you." He gently chuckled. "You don't look dangerous to me," he said in his dry, cracked voice. "But I thought you might like to have a shoulder to cry on—I guess I was mistaken." He doffed his hat to her. "Good night, then." He started towards the city gates but paused. "Don't stay outside the gates too long: The night gaunts will get you." Silk watched him enter the gates, and two men moved to close them until dawn. They looked at her, and one of them said, "Are you coming in or staying out?" Silk hesitated for a moment before rushing inside. "Wait!" she called after the man. The old man stopped and looked back at her. She smiled, hiding her fangs. "Let me buy you dinner," she told him. "I think I do need someone to talk to." She took his arm and hooked hers around it. "Lead the way." The old man smiled up at her. "What's your name, pretty lady?" he asked her as they walked toward the inn. "And are you an Elf?" "Yes, I am," she said, brushing her hair back behind one large, pointed ear. "And my name..." She paused and looked away. "You can call me Silk." "That's a beautiful name," he commented. "Fitting for a woman as beautiful as you are." "Thank you," she said. "And you're right: It is a very beautiful name." He patted her arm and smiled up at her. "So, what's trouble you, Lady Silk?" he asked as they approached the inn. "A young woman with your beauty should not mar it by looking so sad." Silk sighed and smiled at him. "You have no idea of what you're getting yourself into. I have a long, very complicated story." "I have no pressing matters tonight," he said with a kind smile. "I'm up for a good, long, complicated story." She laughed. "Well, you're going to get one—whether you like it or not. But I'd really like to be somewhere more...private when I tell my story. No, I don't intend to take advantage of you. I...I don't do that. But...look...as I said, I'm dangerous." "And as I said, I don't see how that can possibly be true." She nodded. "Then we'll talk." He led her up the stairs to the inn's porch. Silk looked up at the "Welcome" sign above the door, and she and the old man entered the common room. He went up to the innkeeper and requested a room for the evening. The innkeeper gave Silk a disgusted look but handed the old man a key. "And please send two dinners up as soon as possible." "Aye," the innkeeper grunted as the vampire and old man walked upstairs. The old man unlocked the door to the room and led Silk inside. It was a small room, comfortable, with a single bed, a small bedside table, and a candle to ward off the darkness. The old man lit the candle and pointed for Silk to sit on the bed while he took the chair in the corner. Silk sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling the tails of her outfit under her more comfortably. She touched the bed, feeling the warm roughness of the comforter. How many people had lain in this bed, she wondered. How many people had had sex in this bed, had their virginities taken here, conceived children here? She lowered her eyes and tried to hold back the tears. She had lost so much. "My story starts over two hundred years ago," Silk told the old man, trying to keep her voice from cracking. "As you guessed, I'm an Elf, but I'm also something more—something...unnatural in the ways of my people. My story should start when I was en womb, per se. "I was actually born over three hundred years ago to my mother and father. They loved me very much, as did my brothers and sisters. We were a happy family with not a care in the world. My father sold vegetables at the market that we grew on our farm. I loved the sun, and not just because we worshipped it as Elves. I played in the sunlight all day, and my mother had to chase after me to get me to come inside for meals and go to bed. I could have played all day in the sunlight. "As I grew older, I came to work the farm with my father, as we all did. I loved the sun more and more with each passing day. I could not get enough of it. The sun was my goddess, and I worshipped her. "I grew up not really knowing about the other races. Humans envy elves for their long lifespan, but a long life can truly be hell. Do you know the reason why elves limit their contact with other races?" The old man shook his head at Silk's question. "Humans say it is because we think ourselves above them—that we are better than they are. That is far from the truth. "At one time in our history, humans and elves interacted with each other. We fought wars together, traded to each other, and we even had children together. But humans grew old while we didn't. We watched our dear friends—even our children with them—grow old, feeble, and die. It became too much to bear, so the elves withdrew to save themselves the heartache. That is when the stories and hatred began. "I grew up not even knowing what a human was; let alone what one looked like. But I didn't know or care that there were other races. My life was perfect, and I would not have traded it for anything. Then one day that all changed when I fell madly in love." Silk took a despondent breath and looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. "He came to the village from a shipwreck, but he seemed very well kempt for being a survivor. But the village took him in and helped him, knowing that he was human but knowing that he needed our help—or so he said. As I said, I had never seen a human before, and he fascinated me. Elves have no hair covering their bodies, but he did, and I wondered how much of his body it covered. He and I began to talk, and I asked him about his kind, about life in the rest of the world. I was curious, but I began to learn enough from him that made me want to stay in my village. "But as we talked, I grew to want to be with him. I had reach Elven puberty many years back, and my body had developed quite nicely. I was the envy of many girls in the village, especially with my red hair—an unusual occurrence in elves, which are mostly blonde. My parents said it was a sign of favor from our goddess, and I did not argue. But I decided to use that to my advantage and seduce this human. I wanted to lose my virginity to him so badly." She smiled, thinking about the girl and Jeremy. "I brought him home for dinner one night, and we fed him and talked to him. As a guest, he was welcome in our home. He left when my father said it was time for us to go to bed. He was a perfect gentleman. After he left and my parents went to bed, though, I snuck out after him. I could not wait, and I took all my clothes off and asked if he wanted me. He said he did, and we made love. But as he took my virginity, he also bit my neck. "To a vampire—a creature of the night which I had never heard about because there were no night creatures where I came from—Elven blood is sweeter than honey. For an Elf that was as pure hearted as I was, it is ambrosia. He and I made love for hours as he drank slowly from me, and no thoughts of pregnancy bothered me. I didn't care. He was a powerful lover who filled my body completely, and I cannot count the number of orgasms he brought me to before finally spilling his seed inside me. My inexperience did not bother him in the least, but I learned quickly. "I returned home that morning with thoughts of him filling my mind. I slept, bathed, dressed, and ate with thoughts of him and his rock hard organ. I had to be with him again, I knew. Every night, I went to him and he drank from me. I grew weaker and weaker during the day, but I grew stronger at night and always returned to his side. My parents expressed their concerns, but I ignored them. He was all that mattered. "After several weeks, he revealed to me what he was and told me that he wanted to be with me forever. I wanted nothing more, so I told him to take me. He drained me to the point of death and then slit his wrist to feed me his blood. I drank it hungrily. Then he strangled me. "I lost the sun that day, and I lost my goddess. But at the time, I did not care." Silk laughed. "I was never impulsive my entire life, and the one time I was destroyed me. Now I seem to turn my back on everything that's important. No wonder I hate myself." Silk looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. "I returned home that night and found I could not enter my house. Part of the vampire curse is that you cannot enter the home of the living unless you are invited in. Also, my parents had the local priest protect their home against the undead. I could never enter there again. I begged my brothers and sister to let me in, but they turned away from me—that was the harshest cut. The priest severed my ties to them, saying I no longer possessed their blood and that my goddess had turned her back on me completely. "I began to realize what my decision had cost me, and I nearly went insane. I begged my master to release me so I could go back home, but he laughed in my face. He said I made my bed and now had to sleep in it. In my rage, I attacked him and killed him, but even that did not save me. "I ran from the village with tears flowing from my eyes—red, bloody tears. I had lost everything important in my life. My once loving family now hated and feared what I had become. I had no idea of how I was going to make it on my own with nothing." Silk sniffed and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. The old man reached into his pocket and withdrew a handkerchief, handing it to her. Silk took it and wiped at her eyes, staining the cloth. After she calmed down, she continued her story. "I wandered aimlessly for several weeks, taking blood from any people or animals I came across. I loved fruit when I was alive, but at that time the thought of it turned my stomach. I could no longer eat or drink anything that wasn't blood. "I wanted to kill myself, but I just couldn't because that was the ultimate sin against my goddess, who had given me life. I eventually came to accept my existence and found peace with what I had become, if that was actually possible. "I started feeding from whores and the homeless—people I didn't think would be missed if they turned up dead. I realized that my need for sex was heightened now, and the whores were more than willing to provide what I needed in exchange for a few coins. After they satisfied me, I would drink from them and kill them. I turned off my emotions so it did not bother me, but each murder ate away at whatever remained of my soul. "I soon came to need money to live. I needed money for clothes, my dalliances, and the like. I became a thief." The old man raised his hand. "Um...but...to be a thief, you need to break into people's houses...." Silk smiled and pointed at him. "Exactly, I could not be a good thief if I could not enter their homes without an invitation. So, I took up pick pocketing. That was easier. I could just hypnotize someone, take their purse, and then make them forget I was there." She shrugged. "I didn't care. I had to live. "I lived night to night for several years, growing in my powers and abilities as a vampire. I learned to change shape, mist, and the like. I spent the days in crypts...or a whore's bed, if I got lucky. Then one day, my life changed...and for the first time, it was a change for the better. "I was wandering around town one night, looking for food and a place to spend the day, when this man rode through. There was something about him that sent this flash of warmth between my legs, and I soaked my panties just thinking about being with him. It was a similar feeling to how I felt about the man who turned me, but I didn't sense anything evil about the man I saw this time. I wanted to be with him, no matter the cost. He was actually the first man I wanted to be with since that bastard who changed me. "I was wearing a simple dress that accentuated my cleavage when he saw me and stopped. I tried to hypnotize him so I could take him to my bed, but my powers did not work on him. He asked me to come home with him, though, and I said yes without even thinking about it. "We made love that night, and for the first time I did not regret it. He knew how to pleasure my body better than anyone ever had, and the feel of him inside me sent me to heights greater than I had ever known. We came together all night, his seed filling me to the point of overflowing. I did not care, though, because I could not have children anymore and the feelings left me weak from the waist down. I knew I could have died then and been eternally happy. "I drank from him and found his blood intoxicating. I thought Elven blood was good, but his was...magical. We made love and I drank from him to the point that I could have sworn I should have killed him, but I did not. "The next morning, before I fell asleep for the day, he asked me to remain with him. I did not even hesitate before I agreed. For months, we slept together, talked together, and lived together. I was happier than I had ever been in my life—in fact, I had never been that happy since the days when I was alive. One night, after a particularly euphoric love-making session, I told him that I loved him." Silk grew quiet and dabbed at her eyes again. "His reaction was not what I expected." "What happened?" the old man asked her, leaning forward in his chair. He was completely engrossed in her tale now and wanted to know how it ended. The vampire sighed. "He told me that I could not be in love with him. He said I could not know what love truly was. He said that the evil that weighed on my heart would never allow me to feel. He said that I held anger and regret to me like a shield that pure feelings could never penetrate. I asked him what I could do, and he told me that I had to find forgiveness before I could find love. "He was right. "I paid back every coin that I had stolen to those that I had robbed—or their families, if the actual people were dead. Then I went to the families of those that I had killed for blood and asked their forgiveness. I even gave them the opportunity to kill me in revenge, but no one did. Some beat me to within an inch of my life, but they told me to live with the knowledge of what I had done and the pain I had caused. "I returned to my fantastic lover a changed woman. But what I saw when I burst into our home surprised me. My lover was different. "He wore black, tattered robes that covered his entire form. He had just come back from a hunt, dragging the dead behind him. He reverted to the form that I knew when he saw me, but he did not tell me about what was going on. I asked him, but he said that our stories were our own and that we should not share them for any reason. "I told him that I wanted to help him, no matter what. I told him that I was free from the guilt plaguing me. I told him again that I loved him, and he said that he loved me, too. He said that he knew how I could help him, though it would require a sacrifice on my part. I told him that I'd do anything." Silk paused. "His next words I still remember to this day. 'I must rebuild my Ride, but the Ride must be loyal to me completely. I trust in your loyalty, and I know that you will never betray my trust or my love. But the Ride is not complete until two more have joined us, and their loyalty to me—and you—must be without question. The two must be our lovers, and we must love them equally in return. Also, you three must be my submissives, though not my slaves. Will you be willing to accept those terms?'" Silk shivered as she felt an ice-cold finger run down her spine. "I of course said no," she told the old man. "I wasn't going to be anyone's inferior. I had overcome a lot in my life—I had done a lot to get to the point where I liked myself again—I wasn't going to just throw that all away. The Legend of the Wild Hunt Ch. 01 "I told him I'd have to think about it and to give me a few days. I left him then, and I sought an old friend of mine who was a dominatrix. I asked her advice on the matter, and her words I also remember to this day. "'A submissive is nothing but a person who willingly gives themselves to another person out of love and a need to fulfill that person's every desire. A submissive is not a slave, for a slave can be forced to do anything their master wants. From what you've told me of this man, his love for you is strong, so it seems he will never do anything to hurt you. But, you should consider making a contract as to what he wants from you and what you will take from him. Otherwise, the choice to do this is yours and yours alone.' "She touched my face then and kissed me. 'He will be a very lucky man to have you as a submissive, young one.' Then she sent me away, back to him." Silk laughed when she saw the look on her listener's face. "What shocks you more? The fact that I kissed another woman or the fact I was now willing to become a submissive under my Master?" His eyes went wide, and Silk laughed. "Or is it the fact that I have made love to a woman?" He nodded. "I just never imagined that two women could..." "Oh, we can." She crooked her finger and he leaned in closer. "And sometimes, it's actually better than with a man," Silk whispered. "Anyway, I returned to my future Master and told him that I would become his submissive as long as I had a contract that stated what he expected of me, what I expected of him, and what I would and would not do. It did not take us long to write it out because what he offered me was far greater than anything I could have imagined. But he did state that he would be bringing two more women into the fold before things were done, but that I had a choice in whom they were. I did not have a problem with that because I liked women. "By choosing to become his submissive I showed my Master that I had enough love, respect, and trust in him to fulfill his wishes and desires—and that I could anticipate them before he said a word. It is truly the greatest expression of total love and trust I could have ever known. "We took care of each other and loved each other totally and completely. I wanted to do whatever I could to please him, as he wanted to do the same for me. However, reality soon stepped in. "We remained together for several months. We went out and shopped, talked to others when we could—always at night, because of my nature—but we were very happy. Then one night, we happened upon a stranded soul—a black woman who had lost everything. She started to tell us her story, but the Master stopped her and said that her story was her own and that she should not tell it. The only thing he allowed her to reveal was that she had become a werewolf. "Vampires and werewolves are very different in nature. Vampires retain total control of themselves after crossing over. Werewolves, however, are at the total will of their bestial nature. They cannot control who they attack after they transform in the full moon. And usually, they kill when they attack while vampires can let the person they take blood from live if they want to. "My Master and I discussed it between us, and we agreed to take her under our wing. I knew it would be good for her because I had noticed that as I stayed with my Master, my thirst for blood had diminished over time. I still required it to live, but his power had begun to help me get past the totality of the bloodlust. I hoped his powers would help her control the werewolf within her—besides, I'd never had the chance to make love to a Darmalan girl before, and I'd heard rumors that their dark skin was sweet as chocolate. I quickly found out the rumors were very correct. "When she came to live with us, my Master—correction, our Master—gave her the name Satin. To this day I still don't know what her real name is, but I have never told mine to her or my Master, so I suppose it doesn't matter. No one has ever asked. "So we remained together for several months, making love and helping one another. Satin and I did not get along well because of our natures—werewolves and vampires hate each other—but we held our tongues when the Master was around. We did try to get along—really—but it was just something we could not get past. I didn't know anything about my new heritage other than what I've already told you. And when we were together for the Master, we did not make love so much as have sex. But we pleased our Master; and he pleased and took care of us, as per the contracts we signed. "One thing I began to notice as the weeks wore on was that Satin gave herself completely to the Master. He tried to assure her many times that she still had free will of her own—as I did—but Satin did not seem to want it. Whatever he asked of her, she did it without hesitation. I would have, as well, but if I felt at all uncomfortable with the idea, he did not force me." "Like...what did he ask of you?" the old man wondered, curious by this story of hers. She arched a slim eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to know?" He shrugged. "I have a very small...rear end," she said, trying to not embarrass him too much more than she already had. "My Master is rather...endowed, which is why he's pleasing in bed. One time, he asked to put his erection in my behind, and I told him no. Satin agreed without hesitation, though I could tell it really bothered her for a few days afterward. Still, she allowed him to take her that way as many times as he felt like it, even when she was sore. And don't worry—we always washed him with soap and water before we let him touch us anywhere else with it. "Even though I would not let him take me that way, he was never disappointed in me. "Soon after the three of us began our relationship and Satin and I came to an understanding with one another about our roles where the Master was concerned, we started to hear stories of a rusalka in the vicinity. Our Master knew she was the third to join our Ride. We mounted our horses and went to find her. "A rusalka, if you didn't know, is the spirit of a woman murdered in a lake by a jealous lover or boyfriend. Her spirit haunts the lake until someone releases it. We went to her, spoke, to her, and our Lord learned her story—hers was the only one told because it was necessary. To release her, we had to remind her of who she was and then kill the man who killed her. We did both. She was so grateful that she asked to join us, so we took her in. She was a great lover for Satin and I. "My Master named her Lace, and she and I became close lovers—closer than Satin and I ever were, at least. With us, it was actual love that we made—we didn't just have sex. And Lace and Satin were terrific together, too. I would watch them in bed together to get me into the mood sometimes. But even though Lace loved the Master, I think he still scared her a little because he was a man. She did not reject him, for he had saved her, but she was more comfortable with the two women in our group. However, by this time, jealousy of Satin had really begun to creep into my heart, and Lace just compounded the problem. "I wanted the Master completely to myself again. I know what I said before, but love doesn't always make sense, does it? He never put one of us above the other, and if he made love to one of us, he made love to the others if they wanted it. He treated us all equally with more love than I could have ever wanted. Still, it was not good enough. "One day, I left—without a goodbye, without a note, without anything—I was just gone. I knew I had failed in my duties as a submissive when I did so, but I didn't care. I figured I could find love elsewhere—love that was completely mine and not shared. What a joke that thought was, let me tell you. I knew my Master was the greatest, kindest, most caring man in the world, and I threw him away like a useless old toy! "Lords, I can't believe how stupid I was to leave him," Silk said with sudden realization. "I promised him I would help him and be there for him, and I broke that promise!" Silk doubled over and started crying bloody tears into her palms. "Oh, Lords of Darkness, what did I do? I hurt him so much!" The old man came forward and put his arms around her. He held her trembling, shivering body, noting how cold her skin was to his warm touch. "You can always go back," he told her. "Love is funny in that no matter what you've done, those who love you can always forgive you. Go back to him and just apologize." "How can I hope he'll ever truly want me back?" Silk cried sharply. "I broke my contract with him! Oh, what do I do now?" "Calm yourself, child," the old man said, taking her hands as he knelt before her. "Just listen to your heart, and it will tell you the right course to take. Listen closely, and you will never go astray. What is it telling you to do?" Silk closed her eyes, and more tears ran down her cheeks, marring them with red streaks like a mad harlequin. She remained silent as she listened to both sides of her conscience. After a few moments, she looked up into his face. "I should find Satin," she decided. "I need to make friends with her. I have to put this anger behind me and return to my Master." He smiled at her kindly. "Then that is what you should do." Silk smiled and kissed him on the side of his winkled mouth. "Thank you...for listening. It helped." The old man smiled. "You just needed to express your feelings, dear. You had to talk through everything. I think you've made the right decision for yourself." "Thank you." She took his hands and held them gently. "How can I ever repay you?" He laughed. "You already have. It was my granddaughter you saved from making a mistake with that boy. I was there, trying to figure out how to stop her, when you stepped in. Thank you for doing that—though you did frighten her." "I'm sorry," Silk said horrified. "I just..." "Helped her make a good decision—and perhaps she'll think twice before sleeping with someone outside of marriage again. And I think I helped you make a good decision, too." Silk smiled. "That you did." She stood up. "I need to find Satin before she gets too far away. I need to spend some time with her and get past my hatred and jealousy." The old man shook his head. "You young people and your ways—I don't think I'll ever understand them." Silk shrugged. "Who needs to understand love? I think you'll go insane if you try." She squeezed his hand. "Shall I take you home to your wife or granddaughter?" "I'll be fine. I've traveled these woods for many years—during the day and night. I'll make it home all right. Good luck to you, young one." "Good luck to you, too, old timer." Silk misted and disappeared. The old man laughed and morphed into a much younger man with a black moustache and wearing a black, pinstripe suit. His black hair was slicked back to reveal a diamond earring in his right ear. "Old timer?" he asked, insulted. He laughed. "You have no idea, my dear. I'm glad you're going home, though. Wild Hunt now owes me one, and I will collect one day soon." He vanished from the room in a puff of black smoke.