I, Vampire - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Prologue

My story is a simple one, but it covers many years – for I am not like mortal men. I have lived and survived countless lifetimes over the centuries, and I have been present when events of great import in mortal history have taken place. But always in the shadows, hidden from the unquestioning fear and hatred of mortals.

I have known the hatred of the Church and the love of women – both mortal and immortal. I will never know the wonder of children, for I can produce no offspring – not in the normal fashion.

My tale is one of tragedy and triumph – glorious victory and humiliating defeat – hatred and love – courage and fear. It is the story of a lifetime – my lifetime, a very long and unusual lifetime.

I , like the rest of my kind, am a warrior, a predator. We are kin to the panther, the wolf and the eagle. My prey is mortal mankind – I must have blood to survive. While any blood will nourish me, but only on human blood will my kind thrive.

My name is of little importance, except perhaps to me, for I have been known by countless names, in countless lands down through the centuries. For this tale, I shall call myself Thomas.

I am a creature famed in myth and legend – written about in books – played upon the stage and screen. I have been depicted in many aspects, from the hideous to the comely. I have been given many names – Nosfuratu – undead – night walker – blood sucker.

Vampire.

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Beginnings

You have heard many folk tales about my kind, most are false, others have lost much of their truth through years of telling and retelling. I will reveal nothing to you that would endanger me and my kind. Suffice it to say that we can be a grave danger to mortal man, but we can be a strong and willing friend as well.

The choice will always be yours.

My powers, and there are many, are drawn from two sources; blood, and the night.

What, you might ask, are my powers? I shall never tell you all of them, but I will tease you with a few. I am, as are all of my kind, able to assume the aspect of any creature upon whom we have fed. We are able to travel great distances, borne only by the mists of the night. Our eyes are able to reach into the human soul and capture it, bending the human to our will. We are able to sire more of our kind – the simple gift of a few drops of our blood, brings with it eternal life as one of us. Oh yes – one other power that seems to fascinate mortals, we, male and female alike, are able to hold back our sexual climax for an indefinite period, or release it at in an instant. An interesting power to say the least, but not without its drawbacks.

Me? I was sired toward the end of the Seventeenth Century. I was a strapping young man of one score and six years and already an adventurous sort. My mortal life began as one of seven offspring in what is now the southern part of the United States. At that time it was but a group of settlements.

Although well born and possessed of an education, I chose the life of a seafarer when I was twenty, and spent six years before the mast of one of His Britannic Majesty’s ships of war. When we were attacked by pirates, the ship was damaged quite badly, it foundered when a squall overtook us in the Indies. I was washed ashore on an uncharted island off the coast of what is now Florida. It was here that my life would be forever changed.

I was hunting in the northern part of the island. It was probably Spanish territory then, and I would not, I supposed, be treated well should I be found there. The land was lush then, green and unspoiled, teeming with wildlife. Great cats, what you now call the Florida Panther, abounded, as did deer, rabbit, all manner of birds, and, of course snakes. It was this latter creature that would begin the most important turn that my life would ever take.

It was fast approaching dusk, I was crossing a stream – fast moving and knee deep. My foot slipped between two slick stones and I fell into the stream. I managed to free my foot, but my thrashing had awakened a nest of snakes. They were wriggling toward me – a great number of them – and they were angry at being disturbed. No fewer than six snakes attacked me, their fangs piercing my flesh and injecting their venom into my veins.

I was able to fling them from me and scramble ashore – but I knew it was too late. As I lay on the bank I could feel the poison burning through my body. It was then I first saw my savior – and the one that would sire me.

She burst from the underbrush and stood there an instant before rushing to my side – a sharp knife in her hand. I assumed that I was about to be scalped after all. But she knelt beside me and cut open each puncture where poison had entered my body. She sucked the venom from me and spat it, contemptuously, to the ground. Again and again she opened my veins, until there was no more venom to extract – but it had done its damage. I was weak, unable to move or speak, but I could see. The sight I beheld was one of absolute beauty. Her hair was long, the color of spun copper. Her eyes were bluer than blue, deep, dark, mesmerizing. Her skin was a light bronze color, almost golden. She looked like a native but her features were much finer.

Tenderly she stroked my brow, her touch as soft as the finest silk and as light as a feather. I lay there, my head in her lap, gazing at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Proud breasts that could set a man's blood to boiling. They were topped with nipples the length and breadth of my thumb. I could feel the firm muscles of her thighs as they cradled my head. I could see the slight curve of her belly as it moved in and out with each breath she took.

As I lay there – dying, yet staring at this vision – she smiled down at me. Her eyes took on a glow and I noticed that her teeth were abnormally long and sharp. With a long thumb nail, she slit open her soft flesh just below her left breast. She lowered her lips to my throat. There was a slight pain at first as her teeth entered my jugular vein, then a floating sensation as she drank deep of my life’s blood. I could feel the life leaving my body as her lips sucked and drank. I knew I was about to die – and I didn’t care.

As I felt myself crossing over, she lifted my head to her breast, and as if driven by some instinct, I drank deeply of her flowing blood.

It was as if I was reborn, which of course I was, as the strength flowed back into my body. I was more alive, stronger, keener than I had ever been before. I looked at this beautiful and strange woman, and she spoke, to my mind.

“I am Flower of the Moon,” she said, her eyes locked on mine, “I have made you one of my kind tonight, otherwise you would have died.”

“I did die.” I thought, not realizing that she could read my thoughts.

“Yes, and then you were reborn as one of us – one of the undead.”

My mind reeled for an instant as I let this sink in. I had heard the term before, but always dismissed it as a wives tale, or a myth to frighten children.

“You will age no more,” she told me. “You will have dominion over mortals, and together we will rule the night.

I sat up, looking at her deep eyes gazing into mine, I felt the magnetism of her – her eyes – her body.

She held her arms open to me, “Be my Prince,” she invited me.

I accepted the invitation.

There was a new vigor in my body. When we embraced I could feel every part of her body as it pressed against mine. I grew hard in an instant as our lips met and our tongues intertwined. Her skin was cool and smooth, her breasts firm and inviting. My hands roamed over her body, touching, caressing, feeling. Her nipples, long and hard, her ass firm, her thighs sleek. I felt her hand moving slowly down my body – gently stroking my chest, my belly, the base of my hard cock. Her soft fingers wrapped around the shaft and she began to move her hand up and down. The feel of her hand sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. Never had I experienced such stimulation.

Her lips parted in a smile as she moved to sit astride my legs – never taking her hand from my cock, never ceasing her gentle stroking. She slid down my legs, her silken thighs caressing me as she moved. Then she leaned down over me, her hair falling forward to caress my twitching belly as her soft lips touched the head of my straining cock. She took me into her mouth slowly, letting me feel the caress of her lips and tongue as my stiffened member slid onto her mouth, then into her throat.

Warmth – caressing – sucking - warmth. My cock was in a place it never wanted to leave.

Her head began moving up and down, slowly, rhythmically. Her tongue pressed the vein beneath my cock. I grew harder than I had ever though possible. Her eyes sparkled as she knew my thoughts – and answered them.

“With me you will know joys of the flesh such as no mortal could ever imagine. You are my Prince.”

Her lips sucked even harder as I was drawn closer and closer to climax. She knew this and bid me go ahead, have my release, give her the other fluid of my body as I had given her my blood.

My body was racked with tremors as my cock twitched and pulsated, my balls spasmed as my semen was pumped through my hard shaft to flood her questing mouth.

Pulse after unbearable pulse – my fluid poured into her eagerly sucking mouth – down her spasming throat, until she had sucked me dry.

With a long final lick, she released my softening member and sat back on her heels. Her lips and eyes smiled as she spoke once more, to my mind.

“I am the ruler of my tribe, their Princess. I have had countless lovers through the centuries, but none such as you. They have all been mortal and I have devoured the life essence of each of them. You, my Prince, are different. You are a warrior, strong and courageous. You are not of this land, but of a land far away, as am I, and you are no longer mortal – you are as I am now.”

Once again she took my cock in her soft hand. This time she leaned forward and placed it between her warm, firm breasts – and squeezed them together around it.

My cock was in a warm tunnel of silky flesh. As if by reflex I began to move my hips, moving my cock in and out within that tight, warm tunnel.

Quickly, my cock, once more, grew fully erect – hard and straight.

“We have consummated the union of our souls, my Prince, now let us consummate the union of our bodies.”

She lay back, her long legs spread to accept me, her soft wet lips pouting for me to part them and enter her innermost sanctuary. Her arms lifted to me in invitation.

I moved between her outstretched legs, and the head of my cock brushed the soft, moist hair of her waiting pussy.

Her legs encircled my waist and drew me in.

My cock plunged inside her in a slow thrust. She was so hot, so wet, so incredibly tight. I felt her pussy lips kissing their way down the shaft of my cock as it slid between them. I began to move – slowly at first – she matched each movement of my hips perfectly, each of my thrusts met with one of hers. My cock bored in and out of her as he held me close. Her breasts flattened to my chest and her legs held me deep inside her.

My cock was a willing prisoner of her clutching body, held tightly by her velvet vice. I began to speed up, my cock pounding harder and harder with each thrust, my balls slapping against the firm cheeks of her ass.

Flower of the Moon was moaning in pleasure as an orgasm overtook her – her body quaking – trembling – quivering in pleasure and passion.

I could feel my balls filling, growing tight against me. She drew me nearer and nearer to the brink of the abyss – then held me there. I thrust my cock into her, harder and harder, until I felt my balls release their load into my shaft. Up my semen surged, like a magical spring escaping it's prison of stone to burst into her clutching, hungry pussy.

Every nerve, every muscle, every cell in my body was alive with the energy and intensity of our passion, our joining, our climax.

My cock pulsed and twitched. More semen flowed into her, until I was again dry and spent. Slowly my cock began to deflate within Flower of the Moon, until it slipped reluctantly from her body.

“We are truly one now My Prince. We are one in body and soul.” She gently caressed my face as I kissed her brow, her eyes, her nose, and finally, her lips.

She stood up and motioned me to join her. She was tall for a woman, but still a head shorter than I. She took my hand. “Come, I will take you to my – our village so the people may pay homage to their Prince.”

The village was, more or less, what you might expect. It was placed deep in the bush, laying close by a vast swampy lake. Thatched huts raised upon posts, open to the breeze on all four sides. Simple but efficient, and easily rebuilt.

As we approached, the villagers began to rush to greet their Princess - their goddess. I was surprised to see that they looked nothing like Flower of the Moon. These people were obviously natives. Their skin much darker, more bronze than golden, their eyes and hair black. Their features were more delicate than the African races, and their cheekbones higher and more pronounced.

They were a beautiful people, in a simple surrounding – and they worshipped their Princess.

“My people,” Flower of the Moon began, this time speaking out loud, “I have found our Prince.”

The people began to cheer and dance around us.

Once more Flower of the Moon spoke to my mind, “My Prince,” she began, “the people have accepted you, as I knew they would. Before the sun rises, you will be given an offering, a virgin. You must accept this offering.”

“An offering?” I questioned, “I’m not a god. What am I to do, deflower her?”

“If that is your desire you may, but she is meant for you to feed from. The blood of a virgin is pure and carries so much life strength. It will bind you to the people as one of them.”

Again I was confused, “Must I kill her?”

“That is up to you as well. The people will be devoted to you in either case. If you spare her, her parents will be grateful, especially if you leave her virginity intact.” Flower of the Moon smiled at me, understanding the conflict of the feelings within me. “Spare her then, My Prince, and the people will sing of you for your strength as well as your generosity.”

The circle of villagers parted and a girl was brought before me. She could have been no older than sixteen, and a pretty one. Her young body, just blossomed, was shaking with fear as her father looked to me with a strange mixture of sadness and pride in his eyes.

I took the girl into my arms and gathered her to me. I held her gently and took hold of her mind with mine. I willed her to relax and have no fear. To my amazement, she smiled at me and tilted her head back. Her tender young throat was exposed and her jugular vein stood out, beckoning to me.

I felt a strange burning sensation flow through me, it was as if my bloodstream were on fire.

“It is the hunger My Prince,” Flower of the Moon assured my mind. “Feed at it will subside.”

My lips caressed the girl’s throat as my needle like fangs pierced her soft skin.

She moaned softly, as if with sexual pleasure, as I drew the warm rich blood from her open vein.

It was sweet, potent blood. As I drank I could feel my strength growing, the burning in my blood vanishing, I savored every drop. When I felt the girl’s life force entering my body, I withdrew my fangs from her, I would not kill her.

I lifted the weak, but still living, girl in my arms and approached her father. Her blood still stained my lips as I returned his daughter to him, still alive, and still a virgin.

The villagers erupted into a tumultuous cheer, dancing and singing around us.

“Each year, on this night, you will be presented with a virgin. It is part of the ritual that observes your consecration as their Prince. Each year, on the anniversary of my consecration, I am presented with a young man. One who is to become a man by coupling with me. I too get to feed from his blood.” Flower told me.

“Come My Prince – the sun will rise soon, and we must rest.” Flower of the Moon took me by the hand and lead me to her hut. It was better built than the rest, and closed on all four sides as protection from the sun.

We lay on a pile of cushions and embraced.

“I will teach you the ways of these people, and the ways of our kind. You have much to learn – but there is no hurry, we have countless lifetime for lessons.”

Her lips covered mine as her hand sought out my cock and began stroking it, bringing it slowly back to life.

Our tongues intertwined as our mouths slid over one another.

My hands found her full, warm breasts and fondled them, feeling the nipples grow firm and erect. She breathed a soft moan of pleasure into my mouth as my hands caressed her magnificent breasts.

My lips moved from her mouth, down her long neck, to her heaving breasts. I began to suckle on her long, hard nipples, drawing them into my mouth, fluttering my tongue across them. After a few moments of this, I moved again. My lips and tongue traveled down her body to her naval. My tongue delved playfully into this small cavity, then resumed it's journey. At last I reached my destination, the soft patch of hair adorning the junction of her strong thighs. I drank in her scent, warm, rich, strangely sweet. The aroma of a woman’s passion.

My lips found the center of her womanhood. I kissed the wet pouting lips as they slowly parted for me. My tongue reached out and caressed them, licking them from top to bottom and back. I sought out her swelling clitoris, my lips trapped the throbbing nib and sucked it into my mouth.

Flower of the Moon writhed and squirmed, grinding her sweet pussy against my hungry mouth. Her thighs clutched my head, pressing my mouth to her wet pussy.

The taste, the fragrance, the movement. This was the most fascinating woman I had ever met – and she was mine.

She arched her back and moaned loudly in the night, announcing to all that she had reached orgasm.

I savored the flowing nectar, her body quaking and trembling as her climax racked her body. Her pussy flowed like a river, her sweet juices flowing over my tongue into my waiting mouth.

My cock was hard and ready when Flower of the Moon, still trembling, begged me to enter her.

I moved to kneel between her legs, the head of my cock teasing her wet parted lips. She reached up and gripped my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my torso. I groaned in ecstasy as I pushed my hard cock into her.

Her legs pulled me closer, driving me deeper and I began to thrust – hard – fast, animal like in my ferocity. She gasped, gulping for breath as my cock thrust into her harder and harder.

I felt her inner muscles tighten as her pussy lips became swollen, gripping my cock tighter and tighter. Her legs held me, her heels digging into my ass, her fingernails raking across my shoulders. Flower was moaning and hissing as I fucked her hot, wet, clutching pussy. My balls were slowly filling.

Her body was beginning to tremble once more, her pussy flexing around me in a more fevered tempo as her hips rose to meet my every thrust. The nipples of her breasts were hard, and she thrashed her head from side to side. Then her climax exploded deep within her being. She cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breasts heaving with the strain of every breath.

My balls spasmed and released their load, hot cum erupting from my cock to flood her, as her grasping pussy milked every drop from my straining balls.

We lay back – spent – relaxed – satisfied.

“When we awaken, My Prince, you will be fully aware, but now we must rest until the sun flees the sky once more.” Her sweet lips caressed mine as I drifted off.

I was not falling asleep. It was something deeper than that – more restful. My breathing slowed – my heart slowed – then stopped. I realized that each day, as the sun rose, I would die during the daylight hours, to awaken with the approaching night.

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The Awakening

I could feel my heart beating again as the hunger I had known but once before, burned again through my veins. When I opened my eyes my head was cradled in Flowers lap and she was gently stroking my temples.

She had been right, I was aware now.

Aware of what I was – aware of what I needed to do – aware of my powers and aware of what could destroy me.

I sat up and turned to Flower, speaking verbally, “I am aware now, just as you said I would be.” The language was that of the villagers, I had learned it as I was resting.

I had learned it as I lay dead.

Flower smiled and spoke the same tongue, “We must hunt now My Prince, the hunger burns in both of us tonight.”

“But where? We’re not going to feed from the villagers are we?”

“No My Prince, that is not needed – tonight. There is a band of renegades, pirates you would call them. They are camped two days march from here. You and I can be there in as many minutes. There will be blood aplenty to feed upon.”

I understood perfectly. We would be serving a two fold purpose; feeding, our first goal, and a punitive raid on a pirate camp. “When?” I asked, more than ready – the hunger burning hot in my veins.

“Just as soon as it is full dark, there is no moon tonight, so we will not be seen.”

I began to pace the hut – my hunger growing inside me – my veins on fire. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.” I tried to smile, but it was not possible.

“You are MY PRINCE!” Flower scolded, “You MUST control your hunger.” Her voice was sharp, commanding, yet calming as well.

I was able to control the burning in my blood, the thirst in my mouth. I stopped pacing and sat next to Flower. She smelled like her name, sweet and inviting. I rested my hand high on her thigh, her skin was cool and smooth.

“When we return My Prince,” she whispered, covering my hand with hers and moving it lower down her leg. “It is nearly full dark, and we must leave in moments.”

I relaxed my body and mind as I waited for the embrace of night.

“Come My Prince – it is time.” Flower rose and took my hand.

Together we stepped into the swirling mist of night that Flower had summoned. It closed about us like a shroud. In little more time that it takes to tell, we were over the pirate camp. Still concealed by the mist, we conversed without words.

“There is the tent of the captain and his woman.” Flower indicated a garishly colored tent that was larger than the others.

“I count four guards around it.” I observed.

“We must kill them quickly and quietly. We will not feed upon them.” Flower instructed, “I will draw their attention, you kill them. Use your strength and snap their necks.”

We allowed our cloud of mist to settle to the ground and stepped from it, into deep shadows.

Flower approached the first of the guards. His attention was instantly drawn to her incredible body. Seductively she smiled at him before placing her soft hands on his chest, then moving slowly downward.

As she reached his swelling crotch, I silently grabbed his head and chin and gave a powerful twist. The sound of his neck snapping was not loud – he made no other sound in dying.

I raised one finger, then bent to take the man's dagger from his belt.

Flower nodded and smiled as we moved the body further into the shadows and went in search of the second guard.

Using the same approach, Flower had to allow the second guard to fondle her breasts before she was able to maneuver him to the shadows, and me.

Again a quick quiet twist and another dead guard.

I held up two fingers as we resumed our search.

The third and fourth guards presented no problems – apart from Flowers breasts being fondled, something she didn’t really mind.

We were now ready to enter the captain's tent. Flower gave me last minute instructions. “Use the power of your mind and your eyes. Seize his woman’s soul as I will seize his. We will couple with them, and at the moment of their climax, begin to feed. Their energy will be highest then, their life force it its strongest.”

I looked at Flower, “Fuck them and feed off them – I like that.”

Flower smiled, “I have enjoyed this part of a hunt many number of times.”

Like shadows we slipped into the tent. He and his woman were asleep. He was snoring, she lay there with her body exposed. She was quite young, and very pretty.

Flower indicated that we should begin.

The young woman came awake first, a look of alarm on her face. As my eyes held hers, her look became one of curiosity, then of acceptance. I held her mind and soul. I bid her to approach me, and she did, her young breasts quivering slightly with each step. Her black hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her thighs rippled as she moved.

The pirate grunted and sputtered as Flower took control of his mind. He too rose and approached. He was a powerfully built man of middle years. Scars of many battles crossed his swarthy skin and his cock twitched as it became erect and hard.

Flower would enjoy this encounter, as I would mine.

I reached out and caressed the young woman's breasts. She moaned softly and leaned into my hands, her fingers found and embraced, the shaft of my erect cock.

I glanced to the side to see the same scenario taking place with the others. Flower was fondling his heavy balls as she stroked his cock to full erection. His hands played roughly with her heaving breasts.

My attention returned to the girl before me. Her eyes were closed and she swayed back and forth to a rhythm only she could hear.

Flower was not inactive, she was on her knees, sucking on the pirate’s stiff cock, her cheeks sunken in, her head moving back and forth, her hands fondling his heavy balls. She would continue to torment him thus until she was ready to feed.

I lifted the girl from her feet and held her poised above my rigid cock. Slowly I settled her onto it, feeling her tight, wet pussy engulf me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms encircled my neck as she began to undulate her hips.

I began thrusting my cock in and out of her young body, feeling her clutch my hard shaft.

Beside me, Flower was stretched out on her back, her long, lovely legs spread wide. The large man was in her in a heartbeat. His cock sliding into her in a single thrust.

As I humped my cock into the young woman, I remembered that I was no longer able to climax with a mortal, only with one of my own kind. In my mind, I saw Flower's knowing smile and heard her unspoken promise, “After we’ve fed, My Prince, my lover, after we’ve fed.”

I sensed the young woman was approaching her peak. I glanced over at Flower, to see the pirate was thrusting his cock into her open pussy with a fury – it would be any moment now.

The woman tightened her legs around me as her body trembled and shook with her orgasm. Her juices flowed freely, washing over my cock as she moaned in sublime ecstasy.

“Take her NOW My Prince – take her NOW!” Flower cried into my mind.

I slipped my fangs into the young woman’s throat and drank. Her blood was hot and it flowed with a force driven by her sexual climax. I could feel her life force as it passed into me. My hunger subsided as the girl went limp beneath me. I drank until her once supple body was nothing but an empty husk.

I turned to look at Flower just as she sank her fangs into her victim and drank him dry.

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The Loving

When we had finished feeding we both felt refreshed, stronger, infinitely more passionate. Flower came to me, stepping over the two bodies, to put her arms around my neck and her blood stained lips to mine.

Our kiss was searing, passionate, demanding of one another, as our bloody lips slid over one another and our tongues intertwined.

“Make love to me My Prince, make me feel the ecstasy of being a woman.”

Slowly we sank to the floor, never breaking our kiss, my hands massaging her magnificent breasts, as she stroked my hard cock.

I settled between her legs, the head of my cock brushing the dense wet curls that covered her pussy like moss. I moved my hips as Flower wrapped her legs about me. In one long, slow stroke I had buried my cock deep inside her and our bodies began to move together.

Matching one another perfectly, our hips moved in unison, each stroke meeting the other, maximizing the feeling of union – of passion – of desire and pure animal lust.

I speeded up, my strokes becoming faster, harder, and forcing the pirate's sperm out of her. My cock fully sank into Flower's willing pussy with each thrust, creating a frothy mess at our union, like the ocean surf. Again and again my cock drove into her – again and again her passionate responsive body met and matched me stroke for stroke.

We could have continued, but our time was limited by the length of the night, and Flower had told me that we would also hunt tonight.

I could feel her thighs tremble as she held onto my torso, her firm ass cheeks started to quiver slightly. Flower was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. I could feel the quaking begin in her body, her luscious breasts heaving, her nipples firm and tight as her breathing became more and more ragged. I knew she was approaching orgasm, as I was fast approaching mine.

My balls were full and tight as they slapped wetly against the cheeks of Flower ass. I needed release. But even more, I needed to reach my climax with Flower's. I held back, my will stronger than the urgency in my heated loins.

Flower clutched my cock with her inner muscles, as her legs clenched around my body. She was cumming, her juices flowing over my hard shaft as it moved in and out of her.

My balls began to spasm. My cock pulsing and throbbing as semen started surging.

At the first gush of my pulsing cock, Flower shuddered, her supple body quaking as her lips sought mine, and we joined in a kiss of total abandon.

Wave after wave of ecstatic sensation washed over us. My cock throbbed and pulsed, sending more of my hot cum pouring into her.

Flower's pussy lips and inner muscles milked me – draining every drop from my balls.

Spent, we collapsed in each others arms. Our was kiss molten – longing – passionate. Our loins remained locked together, even as my cock started to deflate.

Reluctantly we moved apart, breaking for the time our passionate union.

“We must leave now My Love,” she whispered.

Silently we slipped from the tent into the shadows where we had arrived. The mist was gathering and, hand in hand, we stepped into it.

In moments we emerged from the mist on the side of a mountain. We were near the middle of the island, and the jungle-like growth was thick and dark.

“You must hunt the panther tonight My Prince.”

“Why? We’ve already fed, well, I might add. And we’ve enjoyed each others body.”

“Search your mind My Prince. Among your powers is the ability to assume the aspect of any creature who’s life force you have consumed.”

Flower demonstrated this power by shifting through a wide array of assumed looks ranging from as small lizard, through bears, panthers, hawks and even snakes, but ending with the pirate captain.

I was, to say the least, impressed. Even her voice was different.

“Why not change into his - my - woman, and let me have you for a change?” the gruff voice asked.

“I don’t think so My Love,” I demurred with a smile, “that would be one change too many.”

Flower returned to her original self and smiled.

Around us, the sounds of the jungle at night, crickets, frogs the occasional owl and the greater beasts.

“There’s a big male just through there,” Flower told my mind as she pointed to a spot in the bush. It was off to my right and I too sensed the presence of the big cat.

With stealth and speed I had never had before I moved. The great cat was in my grasp. He fought fiercely, mightily, but he was no match for my new found strength. I sank my fangs into his neck and drank. His blood and life force flowed into me. As I drank, I felt a sadness enter me, a foreboding, a knowledge that this beautiful creature would, eventually, vanish from this place. All that would remain would be the knowledge that he once roamed these lands unchallenged.

I returned to join Flower. She waited where I had left her, confident I would be equal to the task. I told her of the feeling of sadness I had gotten from the cat.

“I know My Love. That’s why I never preyed upon another one. But you had to do this, to share the spirit and the life force of the cat as well as to know their time here is limited.” She gently caressed my cheek, then smiled that wicked smile of hers, “We still have time until daylight, and the cat I fed from was a female. Care to try a little shape shifting?”

With that, Flowers smile was bright and seductive as her shape began to blur. Before me she became a full grown panther, eyes glowing golden green in the starlight. Teeth bared, ears laid back.

I concentrated and found the process not difficult. There was a certain amount of physical discomfort that went along with the change, but in the end, I stood there, a male panther. I smelled the unmistakable aroma of the female of my species – in heat.

Flower turned away from me, her long tail twitching from side to side. Her ears turned out as her low growl became a deep purring.

Slowly I moved up toward her. My feline penis became erect as my level of arousal grew higher and higher. As I put my snout up against her, she moved her tail to the side. She was in heat all right, and she was ready.

I mounted her, and drove my feline penis into her. She responded with a loud growl as I bit her on the neck and dug my claws into her shoulders. I thrust into her, hard and fast. Not caring if I was hurting her or not, unmindful of her satisfaction. It was pure animal heat – no more – no less.

When I erupted within her  I felt the same ecstasy I had felt when we first made love – intense – searing – all engulfing. With my climax, I let out a roar of triumph, Flower matched it with one of satisfaction.

When we had finished, both of us spent, we regained our own shapes. The claw and tooth marks on Flowers beautiful skin began to fade as the recuperative powers of our kind took over.

Just before daylight we were in our hut. We lay in each others embrace, our lips together, our limbs entangled, our hands caressing each other.

Gradually our breathing and heartbeats slowed, then stopped. As physical life ended, we died once more, to be born again come the night.

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Tragedy

We had been together for five years, neither of us aging, neither of us ill. We loved each other with an intense passion that is the stuff of legend.

Together we lived, hunted and ruled in harmony with the land.

Each year, we celebrated our consecrations, Flower taking a virgin boy and introducing him to the wonders of a woman’s body and the rite of manhood. With but one exception, I always returned my offerings intact

Our needs were few and simple, the dangers we faced minimal, until the arrival of the missionaries, and the Spanish soldiers.

We had just awakened from our rest when a hunting party returned. Five of our villagers went out, but only three returned, and one of them sore wounded.

They described a weapon that belched fire, that spat death, a long stick that killed.

They had described a matchlock rifle.

They told of great piles of animal carcasses, mostly panthers, and how the strangers were killing them for the skins, or for the pleasure of killing.

“Describe these strangers to me,” I demanded

They were Spaniards. They had reached our world and would soon find us. The hunting lances and spears of the villagers would be no match for rifles, nor would their powerful hunting bows.

“I will go to these strangers,” Flower announced, “I will drive them off. They are mortals and no match for my powers.” She was angrier than I had ever seen her.

I tried to tell her about their guns and the brutal nature of the Spaniards. I tried to persuade her that attacking these armed troops was suicide. I even tried to persuade her to let me go in her stead. I knew the Spaniards and I had used a matchlock before.

Again she refused.

“These are my people that have been slain. This is mine to avenge. You follow with a group of our strongest and attack at the right moment.” She was adamant, she turned to the uninjured men, “You will lead me back to these strangers.”

Both men were afraid, but they stood ready to do the bidding of their Princess.

Before I could say another word, she ran off into the jungle with her guides. I hastily assembled as many men as I could, all armed with spears, lances and bows. In minutes, we were off after Flower.

The jungle was thick and the trail hard to follow in the darkness. When we were nearing the location I could hear shouting and the screaming of both men and women. I broke into a run, changing into a panther as I ran.

I bounded past the bodies of Flowers guides – both, had been gutted by a sword.

When I reached the clearing, it was too late. The Spaniards had somehow overpowered, or surprised Flower.

They had beheaded her.

Her beautiful face was covered in blood and contorted in surprise and the most unspeakable agony. Her once tempting body was being burned, a monk in dark robes holding a torch to the dry wood.

I knew nothing then but hatred. I saw nothing but the man who was destroying the woman I loved.

I ran and leaped at the robed figure – claws extended – teeth bared. I had no intention of feeding now – just killing.

I ripped the soft flesh of the man’s neck and felt his life force pass from him in a fleeting instant, before I hit the ground and turned to seek my next victim.

I saw a Spaniard with a bloody sword in his hand. His eyes were wide with fear as he saw mine, ablaze with hate, and knew the truth. I sprang and struck him full in the chest, my jaws gripped his throat and tore it out. The force of my leap carried me through his neck, severing his spine and ripping his head off. He knew the agony that my love had known as she died.

Shots were being fired now. I felt a ball strike me in the side and turned to see the one who had fired it. He too died that night, his belly torn open by my claws.

One after another the Spaniards fell to my teeth and claws, before the villagers arrived and dispatched the rest with spear, lance and arrow. There remained now only a monk and three women in black and white robes – nuns.

I stopped my slaughter and resumed my human form. The four fell to their knees, knowing that they were in the presence of the devil himself.

I told the villagers to bind the prisoners then return to their homes – their Princess would be avenged before this night became morning.

I walked past my guests, all securely tied, looking each of them in the eyes before moving away and addressing them.

“How DARE you,” I began. “You with your robes and beads come into OUR homeland and destroy someone for no reason other than she was not like you. Is THIS the teaching of your dead god?”

I looked at the remaining monk, “Are all of you such cowards that you must slay a woman of such beauty and wisdom to protect your worthless souls? You are not WORTHY of Hell,” I shouted in his face. To my satisfaction, his eyes showed total terror, then his bladder voided.

“Yes, I suppose you are.”

I walked to the nuns. One was an older woman, probably the superior of the other two. Those were young attractive women. I lifted the chin of one and looked at her face. She was pretty, and less fearful than the monk. Here was a woman with some measure of courage, perhaps of faith. I intended to put both to the test before the sun rose.

“You will be my companion for the nights entertainment. If you please me, you might go free. If not, you will have the pleasure of watching these creatures die slowly before I kill you. They will die in either case. You are the only one with a chance to live, the choice is yours.”

The young nun was startled when I untied her and looked deep in her eyes – my gaze taking control of her mind. I willed her to take off her robes and stand naked before me.

She did, revealing a solid body with rounded breasts, a narrow waist, rounded hips and long legs.

I told her to turn around that I might inspect her more fully. Slowly she turned around, allowing me to study her heart shaped buttocks.

As she did this, her companions were pleading with her not to do this, to accept the fate they would share.

I released her mind and spoke to her. “Your friends want you to die with them. Is this what you want to do? Die like my Flower died, in agony, her loving heart beating until the flames consumed it?”

Her eyes registered first shame, as she realized what had been done, then fright, at what I could do to her, then anger at what her friends and caused to happen, then determination that it would NOT happen to her. “NO! Death is NOT what I seek. I seek your forgiveness for the unspeakable crime that has been committed in the name of faith.” She fell to her knees before me.

I looked deep into her mind and saw truth there.

Lifting her chin I asked, “Are you a virgin?”

“No,” she admitted, lowering her eyes.

I placed my hand on her head and approached the other two women.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked the young one.

“Y – yes, I am,” she too spoke the truth.

“And you, old one, are you a virgin after all these years?”

She nodded.

I smiled, seeing the truth in her mind.

“And you, monk, have you tasted the pleasures of the flesh?”

“No. I – I – am ce – ce – celibate,” he protested.

His head snapped to the side as my hand struck him in the face.

“LIAR!” I spat at him, “you are a seducer of young boys, a betrayer of trust.” I struck him again, and he began crying.

“It’s true, I confess, I have.”

I silenced him by lifting his head and sinking my teeth into his jugular vein. His blood flowed warm as I drained his life force into my body.

When I released him, only an empty husk fell to the ground.

“His soul has been damned, and I have sent him to Hell,” I shouted, whirling on the others. “Now you know what you are seeing. You know what holds you prisoner. You know what I am. A VAMPIRE!”

I strode over to the young one that I had freed. She still knelt there, head high, her breasts heaving as she recovered from the sight of the monk's destruction.

“What is your name?” I asked her softly.

“Maria,” was all she said, and that in a whisper.

“You are not a virgin. Have you had lovers?”

“Only my brother, and I was not willing. He used me as he wanted until my father found us, and sent me to the convent.”

I stripped off my loin cloth and stepped close to her.

“You two watch this young woman. She is worth more than ten convents filled with the likes of you.”

I looked down at Maria. Her eyes looked first at my growing cock, then up at me.

“I want you to kiss my cock.” I said softly.

Maria gently took my stiffening cock in her hands and lightly kissed it.

“Now lick it from top to bottom.”

She extended her tongue and licked, first the swollen head, then down the hard shaft. She placed a soft kiss on my balls, then licked her way up until her lips were on the dark head of my erection. Her eyes looked up at me, questioning.

I nodded, then looked at the other two.

Their expressions were a mix of fear, horror and fascination as Maria took my rigid cock into her mouth and began sucking it.

What Maria lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. I placed my hands on her head to control the speed and depth of her sucking.

Her lips and tongue caressed my cock as she took it deeper and deeper into her willing mouth, until it passed into the top of her throat.

She gagged for an instant, then resolved to admit my cock fully into her.

Remembering that I could not climax with Maria, I moved her mouth from my cock, “Lay back and play with your breasts.” I told her.

Her legs were long and quite lovely, with a thin patch of hair at their juncture.

I knelt between them.

Her eyes were fixed on me as her hands massaged and fondled her round breasts, teasing the nipples into erection.

I smiled them leaned forward, placing my lips to her pussy and flicking my tongue over her wet lips.

She shuddered at this new sensation as my lips and tongue caressed her young pussy, her lips opening to accept me. Maria moaned softly as the waves of pleasure flowed over and through her, smooth thighs trembling – breasts heaving – her head tossing from side to side.

As her climax overtook her, I could taste her juices as they flowed, sweet and hot, over my tongue.

Her young body went limp with sexual pleasure, but I was not done yet.

I looked at the other two, looks of envy and unbridled lust showed on their faces. They had made their choices, as had Maria. Those two would die by theirs, Maria might live by hers.

I turned Maria over, lifting her hips to expose her glistening pussy.

She assumed a position on her hands and knees, looking back at me. Her eyes were clouded over with lust and passion. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue licking her lips. She was waiting for what ever happened next.

I placed my cock at the wet entrance to her wet pussy and teased her with the head. Then I gripped her ass cheeks and with one motion drove my cock into her eager pussy.

She was incredibly tight. Her body clutched at my invading shaft as it drove deep inside her. A gasp escaped her lips as the air was driven from her lungs, then she quickly began to moan as the pleasure of sexual union slowly took over.

The other two nuns stared in rapt attention as my cock thrust in and out of their companion's eagerly yielding pussy. The wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her sopping hole reached their ears and, I could tell, excited them both.

“Yes – yes!” Maria moaned in ecstasy as her tight pussy was stretched by my raging cock. “HARDER – PLEASE!” She urged me, her hips moving back to take my cock still deeper.

I speeded up, my cock pushing into her like a hammer, each stroke taking me deep inside. My balls slapped against her swollen clitoris as I drove into her again and again, until her thighs began to tremble, her ass cheeks began to quiver.

“YES – PLEASE – DON’T STOP!” she begged, her body starting to shake as her orgasm prepared to explode within her. She threw her head back and screamed her climax to the world. Her inner muscles clutched the shaft of my thrusting cock, holding it, caressing it.

I continued to fuck her quaking body, driving her to one shattering orgasm after another, until she collapsed on the ground – spent – exhausted – satiated.

I stood over Maria as she lay on the grass, her body heaving with each breath, bathed in sweat, and sticky with her own juices.

I walked slowly to the other two nuns and untied the younger one. I half led, half dragged her to where Maria lay. Passion and lust still clouded Maria’s eyes, her mouth hung open as she drew long, ragged breaths.

I tore the robes from the young nun's body. She stood naked and afraid before our gaze. Her body was attractive, but nothing like Maria’s supple form, and not even in the same class as my dead Flower.

“Maria, do you want still more pleasure, more ecstasy?” I asked evenly.

Maria writhed on the ground, her legs open, her arms raised to me.

“No, not me, your companion here. Would you like to feel her mouth on you?”

Maria moaned, smiled and licked her lips.

“Would you like to feel her tongue probing inside you?”

Maria’s hands went to her heaving breasts and massaged them, the nipples stiffened.

I forced the young nun to her knees between Maria’s feet, then pushed her head down until her mouth was pressed to Maria’s wet, open, hungry pussy.

Maria began to move immediately, grinding her hot pussy against the other nun's mouth as her legs wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to Maria’s wet, writhing hole.

“MONSTER! SON OF SATAN!” the older nun shouted, “Your soul will burn in HELL!”

I turned to her and fixed her eyes with mine, “Yours will be there waiting for me,” I said in a calm, cold voice. Ignoring her curses, I returned my attention to the two women on the ground, locked in their heated embrace.

They had shifted positions and now each was enjoying the nectar of the other as their faces were buried in the other's willing pussy.

I watched as both women climaxed, with violent, shattering, all consuming orgasms. They moaned and cried their satisfaction and pleasure. I allowed them to enjoy their mutual ecstasy for a few more moments, before lifting my captive and tying her beside her superior. I returned to where Maria lay and lifted her to her feet. I held her to my chest and whispered, “You have pleased me – you shall live.”

She embraced me and admitted that she had never known such delight as when we made love. She whispered that she could go on like this forever.

“We can, you know, go on forever,” I told her softly, “I can bestow the gift of life on you. You would never age, never be ill, and . . .” I stopped before saying “. . . never die.”

“Was your woman like that?” Maria asked, her voice as soft as her eyes.

I just nodded.

“She was so very beautiful – I mourn her loss with you.”

My powers of perception told me she spoke the truth.

“It was Mother Superior and the other monk. They were the ones that feared her and had her slain.” Maria lowered her eyes and hung her head.

I sensed the shame she felt.

“And the other one?” I asked, indicating the naked captive tied to the post.

“She seemed to enjoy it – watching your woman die.”

I gathered Maria into my arms and held her. I waited long moments before asking the all important question, “Would you like to be as Flower of the Moon was? Strong? Forever youthful and vital?”

She nodded, and I kissed her lips, gently, tenderly.

“Then it shall be so,” I said, my erect cock brushing the lips of her young pussy, still open and very wet. As we sank to the soft grass, my cock entered her easily. I began thrusting hard.

Maria gasped as I pushed my cock into her waiting, willing body.

I moved my cock in her with hard, deep strokes.

She quickly reached the edge, as her body began to shake and quiver in the grasp of another orgasm. Her juices began flowing, her body quaking and her inner muscles clutching the shaft of my cock. Her heels beat on my back, her fingernails raked my shoulders.

I made a cut beneath my left breast, as my lips grazed her long, exposed throat.

At the instant Maria’s climax exploded she thrust her hips hard against me and clamped her legs tightly around me, as my needle like fangs sank into her vein.

Her blood, hot, sweet and nourishing, flowed into my body as I sucked. I could feel her slipping into the eternal sleep of death. I tasted briefly of her life force, before placing her pale lips to my bleeding chest and willed her to drink.

She sucked the oozing, red blood into her mouth and swallowed.

Her body spasmed as the potency of my blood flowed through her, enriching her, changing her, making her one of MY kind.

When the spasms of her body ceased, she lay in my arms, her eyes clear now as she stared into mine.

In moments I had given her all the truths I had learned from Flower. Maria smiled and tightened her arms around me.

“There are so many voices. . .” she whispered. “How can I silence them?”

“You hear the minds of your kin – the rest of our kind. In time you will be able to put them into the back of your mind, as I have learned to do.”

She rested her head on my chest for a moment, then asked, “Why do my veins feel so hot? My mouth so dry?”

“It is the hunger. You must feed before it will subside.” I looked at the two, horrified, nuns. “I think you should feed on the old one. I have plans for the other that so enjoyed Flower’s agony.”

“You are My Master – the choice is yours to make.” Maria said, her head bowed.

“Lift your head, Maria. We are immortals. We bow our head to no one, not even to each other.” I held her chin in my hand. “The old one claims virginity. If this is true, her blood will be especially rich and nourishing for you.”

As Maria and I approached the two nuns, we could see the looks of complete terror on their faces. Maria approached the Mother Superior, while I inspected the cords that held the younger to her post.

As I deliberately piled limbs and twigs about the base of he post, I heard the muffled scream of the older nun. Maria had begun feeding.

I looked at the young nun, the look of fear in her eyes was very satisfying. “So you enjoy watching someone burn, do you? You will have the pleasure of not only watching, but feeling, the lick of the flames as they consume your flesh.”

I blew new life into the smoldering torch that I had taken from the monk. As it flared, I held it before my victim.

I touched the brand to the tinder and flames began to grow around her feet.

Maria returned to my side and we watched as the pyre grew.

I rejoiced in the agonized screams from the center of the flames, knowing that Flower was being revenged. I turned to Maria, “You have fed well.” I bent down and kissed her blood stained lips, tasting the virgin blood of the old nun. “She WAS a virgin.”

Cries of anguish, pain and despair filled our ears as I took Maria by the hand, “Daylight approaches Maria. We must return to the village to rest. When night returns, we will hunt together, then the villagers will consecrate you as their new Princess, and we will make love.”

Maria understood, and I summoned the mist to speed our return to the village.

We could hear the dying screams of the nun as the heavy mist enveloped us.

The villagers mourned the death of Flower and accepted Maria as the new consort of their Prince.

As we lay in the hut, our minds calming and our bodies approaching the threshold of death, Flower of the Moon came to my mind and spoke to it.

“My Prince, my love, my time here had come to an end – such is fate. Do not mourn me, as you have avenged me. For this I am grateful. This new woman is wise beyond her years, and she will be a good Princess for our people. You, my love, must prepare to return to your own world. Your powers will let you rejoin that world. Grow and seek a lover from your own world, for there is one much closer than you realize. She will need you, and she needs to become one of US. You will stay for the same span of time as we had together, then you must leave.”

She vanished as swiftly as she had arrived, and I drifted over the boundary between life and the undeath of the daylight.

When the sun finally retreated before the white cold of the moon, Maria and I rose from our rest.

“First we must hunt, then you will be consecrated to the village.” I told her, lifting her to her feet.

We left the hut and stepped into the gathering mist. In moments we were atop the central mountain of the island.

With my guidance, Maria was able to prey upon a panther, as I had done. She too felt the sorrow I had felt when she drained the creatures life force.

“I shall never again prey upon such a magnificent and doomed creature,” she said, almost weeping.

I gathered her into my arms.

“Make love to me My Prince.” she whispered, laying back and parting her legs.

Placing my hands on her smooth inner thighs, I knelt before her, bending to taste her. Her downy pussy was moist and sweet smelling as my tongue flicked out and caressed her hot, parting lips.

At the touch of my tongue Maria drew her breath in, sharply, then held my head to her, so I could lave her with my hungry mouth. Her climax came quickly, as her body shook with pleasure.

I rose up and moved between her open thighs. My cock slipped into her welcoming pussy and I felt her swollen lips caressing my rigid shaft as it sunk deep inside her.

Our bodies moved together, the ancient rhythm making wet sounds in the night as my balls slapped against the crease of her ass. I thrust my cock into her hard and fast – she responded, beating her heels against my back and raking my shoulders wither her fingernails.

Our mouths met, tongues playing and dancing as our bodies thrust together. I could feel Maria approaching her climax, I felt my own building deep within me.

“When we climax, we will taste each others blood.” I mentally instructed her.

The exchange of blood between vampires is a sacred rite, enhanced all the more by the moment of sexual release.

As my climax erupted, I sank my fangs into Maria’s pulsing jugular vein – she did the same to me. We drank deeply of each others blood – the power of it – the richness of it – sent new energy flowing through us.

My semen poured into Maria’s hungry pussy as my hot blood flowed into her sucking mouth.

Just as we began to taste the others life force, we withdrew our fangs and relished in the totality of our orgasms.

As our sexual peaks ebbed, we moved apart to let the night breeze cool our heated flesh. We remained silent for long moments, gazing at the stars and basking in the light of the moon.

“The villagers will be waiting to consecrate you,” I said, finally breaking he silence.

“What is involved?” she asked, curiosity, not fear shown in her eyes.

“A young man, a virgin, ready to step into manhood will be selected. He will be the best the village has, and he will be presented to you.”

“What am I to do with him?”

“Ease his passage into manhood. Our village considers a sexual act with a woman to be the first act of a man. To have that woman be the Princess, is a great honor. For your part, merely let him make love to you, then feed from him at the moment of his climax.”

“Feed from him?” she questioned.

“You need not let him die, just the taste of his life force will be strong enough.”

Maria sat up and looked at me. “Was this what Flower did?”

“Yes, and I too have been presented with virgin women. I chose not to deflower them, so they were given back to their families alive and intact. With the Princess it is somewhat different.”

“You never took their virginity?”

“Well, I did once. She was a vision, and I took her at the urging of her father. The ways of our village are sometimes strange, but they are the ways of our village.”

We let the mist carry us back to the village, and stepped from it into a circle of villagers. Their faces shown with excitement as they greeted their Prince, and their new Princess.

A man and a woman, flanking a young man, stepped into the circle. The young one was tall and a little gangly, but his handsome young face bore an expression of excitement and anticipation.

“My Princess, we offer you our son.” the father began, “We hope you find him worthy to return our boy to us as a man.”

Maria looked at me.

“You must take him here, in the circle.” I instructed her mentally.

She took the young man into her arms and kissed him, deeply and passionately. Her hands moved over his young body, finding his growing cock and stroking it slowly, drawing to full erection.

The virgin's hands were not still either, they moved, tentatively over Maria’s breasts, her hips, her ass, and to her wet pussy.

Locked in a passionate embrace, they sank to the ground and Maria lay back, her legs open. She guided him to her, holding the head of his cock to the vestibule of her wet pussy, moving it up and down, making him groan in anticipation, and making her pussy drip with excitement. After a few moments of this torment, Maria drew him into her and wrapped her legs around his torso.

The virgin's energy came to the fore as he made love to Maria with a fury beyond his years. But his youth betrayed him, and he reached the pinnacle quickly.

When Maria felt his hips still and his cock twitch inside her, she pierced his jugular vein with her sharp teeth. As his cock erupted in Maria’s pussy, she drank deeply. She released him as the first taste of his life reached her lips.

I motioned the parents to come lift their son, now a man, from Maria’s panting form.

When she started to sit up, I put my hand on her shoulder, beckoning her to stay. Then I knelt between her feet and took the young man's place. I would bring My Princess to orgasm before the assembled village.

I positioned the head of my cock to her wet pussy, and rubbed up and down against her wetness, as she had directed the virgin. Then I pushed my cock into her and grabbed her knees. Maria locked her legs around my waist, and we began making love in the circle of the villagers.

Her moans of passion and ecstasy filled the circle and the villagers began to sing and cheer as their new Princess was fully consecrated by their Prince.

Maria’s tight pussy gripped my shaft as I thrust into her hard and fast, making her breasts shake back and forth. The virgin's semen was seeping from our union and making wet, sloppy sounds as we fucked. I was pushing her to orgasm even as my balls drew tight.

Our orgasms exploded together, our passion given voice by our cries of pleasure and fulfillment. My cock pulsed within Maria’s tightly clutching pussy – her juices flowing over my pumping cock as her legs held me tight. Maria’s inner muscles milked my cock, draining every drop from it before she relaxed her velvet clutch.

I stayed there for a while, my cock held within Maria’s hot pussy. When I made to rise, Maria pushed me over on to my back.

“Now, My Prince, I must pay homage to you,” she whispered, moving to kneel between my legs, “and I want our people to watch.”

Maria took my wet, flagging cock in her soft hand and stroked it before lowering her face and capturing my resurgent manhood in her warm, wet mouth. With an abandon she began sucking my cock, tasting herself and the virgin's cum, along with my own. It quickly regained it’s earlier rigidity. Maria’s lips and tongue moved over my cock flesh, alternately licking – sucking – kissing my cock while her hands caressed and fondled my quickly filling balls.

From the villagers I heard a whispered phrase, "The new Princess worships our Prince.”

Perhaps that was true, perhaps Maria was worshiping me. If so, it would strengthen our rule over the village, if not, it would do nothing to weaken it.

My mind quickly returned to the exquisite torment that Maria was putting me through. Her mouth was a wet furnace as her head moved slowly down my shaft until her nose was buried in my wet pubic hair, and my cock head was buried in her spasming throat.

“My Prince,” her mind spoke to me, “I thirst for you, hunger for you, let me drink deep of you.”

I could feel my balls filling, and growing tight as Maria’s mouth sucked my stiff cock into her throat again and again. I would hold back no longer – my orgasm built within me like a tropical storm, growing, boiling up from deep inside my loins to erupt in a torrent of cum pouring into Maria’s throat.

Her throat gripped me as she eagerly swallowed my cum. Her tongue licked the underside of my pulsing cock as she drank every drop that poured from the swollen head. When I was dry, she released me with one long, last, lingering stroke of her tongue.

She sat back on her heels, “My Prince, I have been consecrated to the village, and I have consecrated myself to you.”

I stood and lifted Maria to her feet. To the east, I could see the sky beginning to grow light. “Dawn approaches, we must rest.”

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For the next five years we ruled our village together. We hunted and fed, and from time to time, forayed to the mainland. The occasional ship came to our island, but there were no more missionaries, nor were there any more soldiers.

The night mist allowed us to move across the sea, attacking pirates as they slept. Our villagers would then transport the cargo in their small boats. The pirate vessels were always burned, lest some trace be found of how they were slain.

The village prospered, and was able to defend itself with the weapons taken from the pirate ships. We had grown strong and the elders had gained knowledge and wisdom. Maria was a formidable Princess, wise beyond her years, strong, brave and compassionate.

She was ready – she would resist, but she was ready.

“Maria,” I whispered as we woke from our rest. “You are a good Princess, the people love and respect you. It is time for you to rule alone.”

“NO!” She sat up and faced me, panic in her voice. “You must not leave – I need you – I love you.”

“Maria, you are a wonderful lover, and I have delighted in bringing you pleasure as I have delighted in the pleasure you have given me. The only woman I have ever really loved was slain five years ago. There can be no other for me.”

Maria cried for a time, then looked up at me and caressed my cheek. “She was so fortunate to have been loved by you, even for as short a time as you were together. I know she loved you, as I love you. But I know also, that you must go. Flower of the Moon has visited my mind, as she has yours. I knew this day was coming, but I have dreaded it.”

Maria covered my mouth with hers as her hand sought out my cock and began to caress it. Her soft fingers moved up and down the hardening shaft as she whispered against my lips, “I want you My Prince. I want you to love me this last night.”

Saying this she bent down and took my cock into her mouth. Slowly, her tongue pressing the underside of the rigid shaft, she slid my cock into her hungry mouth until the head was lodged in her throat.

I groaned with the intensity of the sensation.

Maria’s lips clung to my cock as she moved her head up and down, her saliva making the shaft glisten in the dim torch light. Her fingers fondled and caressed my balls as she brought me quickly to the edge, and held me there with her hand squeezing the root of my cock.

I lay back and allowed Maria to control my orgasm.

She did not wait much longer, as she released her grip on my cock and hot semen burst from the head, to pour into the thirsty mouth – down her spasming throat. I groaned and moaned as my cum poured into her mouth. She swallowed, her mouth and tongue gripping my cock as it twitched and spurted.

Maria rejoiced in my climax – the feel of my cock pulsing in her mouth. Even as it deflated, she refused to relinquish it, renewing her sucking and fondling in an effort to rejuvenate my erection.

She succeeded.

After a few moments of this sucking, licking and fondling treatment my cock responded – feeble twitches at first, then it grew harder and harder, until it stood, ready and eager for her.

While her mouth was busy making me ready, Maria’s fingers were busy making her waiting pussy hot, wet and open for me. She released my erection from her mouth and crawled over to straddle it. She guided my stiff cock to her pussy, brushing the hot, wet lips of her pussy with the swollen head, before impaling herself on the rigid shaft.

I could feel Maria’s pussy lips kissing their way down the stiff shaft, her inner muscles clutching me. Her hot pussy held and caressed my shaft as it was buried deep inside her. I felt my cock surrounded by her, heated by passion made still hotter by burning desire.

Our hips began to move – smooth – fluid motion, amplifying and magnifying our lust and the pleasure of our union.

I could feel Maria beginning to cum, her pussy clenching around my cock as her body trembled and shook in violent, shuddering convulsions. Her mouth hung open and her breasts bounced, hard nipples visible in the candle light.

Her orgasm was monumental, as her juices flowed around my cock and seeped out to soak my curly hairs.

I kept lifting my hips, thrusting into her eager, willing body, each stab of my cock harder than the last. Incredibly, my balls were filling, the excitement growing again in my loins. I could feel, too, the burning hunger in my veins – my passion for this woman, and my lust for blood mixing and mingling within me.

I could tell that Maria was feeling the same mix of sensations as well.

As we neared our mutual climax, we placed our fangs to each others throat.

At the instant of orgasm – two vampires fed from each other.

Our nervous systems exploded as the hot blood flowed into our veins – powerful blood – magical blood – vampire blood.

We shared our orgasms together, in an explosion of passion and lust such as has never been seen on this earth before – and might never be seen again.

Blood and cum flowed over our bodies. We captured each other completely and totally – our veins pumping – our lips sucking – our loins fused against one another.

We withdrew our fangs as we wilted from the power of this explosion of passion. I turned her over onto her back, her legs still wrapped around me. My cock was still buried in her, when Maria whispered. “There is still more of me to make love to My Prince.” She released her legs, and lowered her feet to the floor as her hands rubbed my shoulders.

I pulled my still hard cock from her clutching pussy and crawled up to straddle her waist. I rested my hard, wet cock between the soft, warm mounds of her breasts. She squeezed her breasts together and I began to slide my cock back and forth inside the hot tunnel she had made for me. She held her head up, and at the apex of each stroke, Maria kissed the tip of my cock and her tongue flicked out and licked the pearly drops of fluid that oozed from the swollen head.

My balls filled again, and I quickened my movements. My cock running up and down this soft, warm valley faster and faster as Maria’s lips and tongue met my cock with each stroke. I gasped and watched hot cum pouring from me, pearly ropes of semen striping her soft lips and hungry tongue.

She released her breasts and her hand massaged my semen along the shaft as she licked my cock and squeezed it to force another drop of cum from the tip..

Her licking and sucking prevented my cock from growing soft. To my amazement, my cock was growing harder, more ready to please this hungry, wanton woman before me.

Maria moved around onto her hands and knees. Her glistening wet pussy and firm heart shaped ass presented to me – inviting me. "Fuck me again, My Prince."

I knelt behind her and placed the head of my stiff cock to open lips of her pussy.

She spread her knees, lowering her hips a bit, and bend down on her elbows. “Yes My Prince. Please – inside me – please,” she urged, wiggling herself against the head of my cock.

Slowly I pushed into her wet pussy again. The heat and tightness were unbelievable, and I soon had my entire length buried in her hot paradise.

Maria reached underneath with one hand to her soaking wet pussy. She began to move her fingers around her swollen clit – pleasuring herself – her fingers making wet sounds as they moved.

My hips moved quickly, driving my hard cock into her yielding pussy. Her inner walls clutched my shaft like a hand stroking my cock. The heat was like a torch, searing my flesh.

“YES MY PRINCE! YES! HARDER!” she cried, urging me to fuck her even more violently.

My cock pounded her pussy without mercy, driving deeper with each thrust. My previous deposit of sperm seeped out around my shaft, coating her fingers swirling around her clit. Maria cried out in agonized pleasure. Her orgasm erupted in a great flow, just an instant before my own climax crashed through me.

Hot cum streamed from my pulsing cock, into Maria’s eager pussy. Her own juices soaked my shaft, dribbling out.

Our climax went on and on – each responding to the other – returning it spasm for spasm, until we were both spent.

We collapsed on our bed and let our breathing return to normal before we spoke again. It was Maria who broke the silence.

“You will leave me this night, My Prince?” her eyes were saddened, but strong.

“Yes Maria, I must be gone before the moon is high. I have a long way to travel before the sun again threatens me.”

I kissed Maria tenderly – a fond farewell kiss – knowing that we might meet again, in another place or time. I stood and summoned the mist.

Her sad eyes stay in my mind as they did that night. I stepped into the gathering mist – the wings of the night. Behind I left Maria – to rule our people.

Continued in Chapter 2

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