I, Vampire - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

My name is Thomas, my story began in the minor work, “I, Vampire, Beginnings” it continues here in.

Homecoming

It had been more than sixteen years since I had seen my home – my mortal family. They would have changed, grown older, while I would not have changed at all.

My journey home had been a long and convoluted one, as I was forced to make my way to the town of my mortal birth traveling only at night – resting during the daylight hours. I had been able to bring sufficient treasure with me from the island to finance my travels – as well as to clothe myself in more fashionable attire.

It took almost a year to reach my destination – there I was greeted by dreadful news. In my absence my family had died, all save my young sister Bess.

Bess was my youngest sibling, she was but ten when I left home – now she would be a woman grown. I learned that she had married and, with her husband Jacob, lived on the family land.

Just after sunset, I arrived at the door of the great house and lifted the knocker.

The door was opened by a large black man. I handed him my calling card, and I asked to see the Mistress of the House.

The servant left me in the foyer, and went to seek Bess.

In moments, a strikingly beautiful woman descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine. I detected hints of both recognition and disbelief in her blue eyes.

“Good sir,” she began politely, “you resemble my late brother, and bear the same name. But he is dead these many years – and you are too young to be him.” She could not believe I was alive.

“Do you remember that spring when you climbed the oak tree near the stable? How you fell and cut your side?” I looked into her eyes.

She began to realize that I was, in fact, her brother.

“I don’t know how – but I know you are Thomas.” Bess threw herself into my arms, her body wracking with sobs, “We all knew you to be dead. How did – how could – I’m so confused.” She smiled through her tears and kissed my face.

“Tell me of your husband,” I said, holding my sister close.

“His name is Jacob, Jacob Funtleroy. We were married five years ago, right after Father died.”

“Why does he live on our father's land? Has he no property of his own?”

“His family lost all they had and were bound over for debtors prison. Were it not for the income from this place, they would have been deported.”

“So you are supporting them all, and paying their debts,” I said with more than a hint of disapproval.

Bess smiled and nodded, I was dismayed by her naiveté.

“And what does Jacob do to support HIS family?” I inquired, I was beginning to dislike this man – a lot.

“Well – he’s trying to regain his family’s fortune, of course.”

“And how is he doing that?”

Bess had no chance to answer, for Jacob chose that moment to return home. His breath reeked of ale and his clothing of rosewater. I knew where he had been, but Bess, dear sweet Bess, had no idea.

“Who the Hell is HE?” he shouted – thrusting a finger at me as he swayed in a drunken stupor.

“He’s my brother, Thomas. The one–”

“Your damned brother’s dead, like the rest of your... family.” He stumbled and fell into a large chair.

Before I could retaliate, he was passed out and snoring.

Bess tried to go to him, but my hand on her wrist restrained her. The movement caused the sleeve of her frock to ride up and reveal the scars of ropes. Ropes tied too tightly – and too often.

“What are these Bess?”

“Jacob thinks I’m too independent – so he punishes me.”

“Do you enjoy it?” I let my mind probe hers.

“Not when he’s been drinking. When he’s drunk he hurts me.” She turned and shrugged the frock from her shoulders to reveal the crisscross scars of a whip.

I was too furious to do anything but hold her at arms length. When I had calmed down, I entered her mind and revealed myself to her as I was now.

Bess accepted me as I was and moved into my arms – her arms moving around my neck.

“Welcome home – my brother,” she whispered as she kissed me – on the mouth.

This was not the kiss of brother and sister – it was filled with the fire of passion – the intensity of lust, as her tongue sought entrance to my mouth.

I opened my lips and our tongues played and danced – the heat of our kiss rising, our bodies responding to the desire we were calling forth.

It was I that broke the kiss – again holding Bess at arms length.

“Why did you not tell me this when I first arrived?” I wanted to know.

“I didn’t even know you were alive. How could I pour out my soul to the brother I had loved and lost sixteen years ago.” Sobs wracked her body as I gathered her into my arms again.

She lifted her face to me – her lustrous eyes half closed and filled with tears, passion and love. Her soft red lips parted in invitation.

Our kiss, this time, was a searing union of two beings, each trying to inhale the soul of the other.

When, at last, the breathless separation came, Bess took my hand and led me into the bedchamber.

“I have wanted you since I was a child – you have always been the one I desired. Even when Jacob was inside me, it was you I was making love to.”

As she spoke, she unfastened her frock and let it fall to the floor. Quickly she disposed of the rest of her clothing and stood before me – naked, a radiant goddess. Her hair, like spun gold, reflected the candlelight, her eyes glowing with the fire of the passion that burned within them. Bess’ breasts were firm, her nipples were an inviting dark red – her waist was slender, and flared out to smooth rounded hips that trailed off to firm thighs and graceful columns of her legs.

She turned around so that I might see all of her.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked coyly, her eyes smoldering, her dark red nipples growing firm.

“Yes – yes I like what I see very much – and I desire you.”

She approached and fell to her knees before me. Quickly she had my breeches undone and around my ankles. Her hands took my awakening cock in their soft – tender grasp.

I looked at my beautiful sister and whispered “I cannot receive pleasure with any but my own kind. But I can pleasure you.”

“Without your pleasure there can be none for me.” She thought for long moments then said, defiantly, “Then make me one of your kind – now – tonight – that we may pleasure each other as lovers should.”

I probed deep into her mind – she knew what she was asking, and meant every word of it.

Flower of the Moon entered my mind – her beauty still as radiant as it had been.

She spoke to my mind, “She is the one, My Prince, make her yours for all eternity.” She was gone.

“Very well, my sister – it shall be so.” I held my arms out to her and she rose to stand in their circle.

My hands were gentle on her breasts as I played with the firm nipples, drawing them into their full erection. Caressing her with my lips and fingers, I lifted her to the bed and knelt between her long, sensuous legs.

“At the moment of your climax, I will make you one with me, and one of my kind,” I reassured her.

She smiled, and held her arms out to me.

I shook my head and lowered my lips to her sweet, soft, down covered pussy. My tongue traveled the length of her moist slit until the pouting lips began to grow wetter and part slightly. My cock was raging hard now – the anticipation of this union – this joining – this love so taboo in most mortal cultures, sent my desire soaring.

When she was wet, her pussy dripping with her lubrication, and her head thrashing from side to side, I moved up to cover her body with mine. The head of my cock brushed the wet, parted lips of her waiting pussy. In one slow push, I sank my shaft into her hot, eager body.

Bess wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her as she clenched her muscles around my cock.

I began moving faster and faster, thrusting my cock into her hungry pussy with an animal ferocity.

“Oh yes – my darling,” she panted, “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” She was moaning, her words slurred by passion, as she moved back and forth with our motions..

I could feel her orgasm building as her muscles tightened and relaxed, her breathing becoming more rapid. Her thighs were trembling as her whole body shook.

It was time.

I opened a small cut beneath my left breast, then lowered my mouth to Bess’ warm, pulsing, ivory white throat. My needle sharp fangs just grazing her tender flesh – her jugular vein pumping steadily beneath my waiting teeth.

“Oh YES!” Bess hissed, her tight pussy clutched the shaft of my cock tighter, her legs clenching around me as her body shook with ecstasy, as wave after wave of a shattering climax broke over her.

I clutched her to me as my teeth penetrated the soft skin of her throat and sank into the pulsing vein.

She gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I slowly drank her rich, warm blood.

As Bess lay there – writhing about – her blood flowing into me, I felt her life force begin to flow into me. I pressed the cut under my breast to her cool lips. As if by instinct, she began to suck. My blood flowed into her body and she became mine forever. My sister – my lover – one woman – one heart – one body.

As Bess changed, so did my ability to reach a climax, she was now one of my own kind. I could feel her being reborn as I held her. Her eyelids fluttered, revealing a new light in her blue eyes, they glowed with a new fire. Her face took on a new look as well – more passionate – more wanton – more filled with carnal hunger than before.

“Now, my lover, fill me with your seed until I overflow.” Bess urged, tightening her inner muscles around my cock. Her heels beat upon my back as her fingernails raked across my shoulders.

Our loins moved as if they had minds of their own – my cock stabbing into her, as her hungry pussy milked my cock like a milkmaid's hand. I felt her begin to shudder again – her legs clenched around me as she pressed her lips to mine. I could feel my balls filling – aching, for release. Bess threw her head back and moaned loudly her ecstasy, as my cum boiled up through my stiff shaft to erupt into her hot, eager pussy.

When our orgasms had ebbed – and our breathing returned to normal – we both dressed and returned to the salon.

“You can’t stay here any longer, my love,” I told her softly. “That thing you married would grow suspicious in a short time.”

“I’ll go with you my darling – My Master.” She kissed my lips just as Jacob was waking up.

“Wha – what’s going on here?” he demanded as he pushed himself from the chair, swaying slightly on his unsteady legs.

He charged us and pushed Bess aside.

“What have you two been doing? As if I didn’t know. Brother, HAH!” He spat in my face.

I remained calm and offered his mind a mild suggestion. Perhaps his family had been of quality at one time, because the suggestion took hold. He made what would be a fatal mistake.

“I challenge you sir!” he slurred, slapping me across the cheek.

I stepped back and bowed slightly, “I am at your service,” I responded, adding, “I believe the choice of time, place and weapons is mine.”

Jacob nodded curtly – he was sobering up quickly.

“My second will call on you two days hence, sir, in the morning,” I informed him, then held out my hand to Bess. “My sister's name and honor have been sullied. Until this matter is settled, she shall not remain here.”

With Jacob sputtering in the salon, we walked out the door and into the wings of the night, as the mist gathered around us.

We stepped out of the mist, and into a graveyard.

“Over there, my love, “ I pointed to a large crypt. “It will shelter us from the sun.”

“Where will you find a second?” Bess asked.

I hadn’t thought of that yet.

“We still have a little time. Do you know any gentlemen that you can trust?”

Bess blushed, “One or two.” Was all she said.

I smiled as I deduced what this transaction meant, “Did you enjoy them?”

She simply nodded, adding, “Not as much as I enjoyed you.” She caressed my face tenderly.

“Come,” I said, taking her hand, “we must rest now. “ I ushered my sister into the crypt.

Closing the door behind us, I laid down on the soil and held out my arms to Bess. She slid into them and we closed our eyes.

“When you awaken, you will be aware – as I was after the first night.” I kissed her gently on the lips and we drifted off, into the undeath of our sleep.

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As the sun set the next evening, we woke to the burning of our hunger. Bess felt it more than I, but we both needed blood.

We made our way to the seedier part of town. There we happened upon a prostitute and her client of the moment. It was over quickly, but now Bess was invested with human blood. Her hunger had receded – for now.

“Seek out one of your friends and ask him to come with you. Bring him to the inn on the Post Road. Let him think you’re still interested in him if that will help.”

Bess smiled, “That should be easy enough.”

“Remember, my love... Now you can only be satisfied by one of our kind – and we don’t need any more of us – just yet.”

Bess hurried off to find her friend, and I made my way to the inn.

After about two hours, as I was poking a knife at some burned animal flesh – something that, in another life I would gladly have eaten. Bess entered with a young man, he was obviously of gentle birth. They came directly to my table.

“Edward, “ Bess began, “this is my brother Thomas. We thought him dead these last ten years. He’s only just returned.”

We shook hands. His grip was firm but his hand soft. He was a nice looking young man, tall and slender, with thinning hair the color of wheat.

“I need a second, sir, for an affair of honor.” I looked him in the eyes. “My sister assures me that your are of gentle birth and of the utmost discretion. Is she correct on both of these statements?”

“She is sir. May I inquire as to your opponent?”

Bess responded, “Jacob – my husband.”

Edward gave her a strange look, then turned back to me. “May I further inquire?”

“You may not, sir.” The matter was dropped.

“What do you wish of me sir?” the young man asked, wanting to please Bess.

“As the challenged party, the choices are mine to make. I wish you to communicate them to my opponent, and I would like you to stand with me on the field.”

“I would consider it an honor and a privilege to be of service to the family of this fine lady, in any way I can.”

The young man was either a excellent liar – or a fool.

Bess smiled as she read my thoughts. “He’s a bit of a fool,” she answered from her mind.

“So... my choice of weapon is sabers. The time shall be one hour after sunset tomorrow. The place,” I smiled grimly, “is the paupers graveyard outside of town.”

I leaned back and summoned the innkeeper, “A full measure of your finest ale, sir, for my friend.”

When we had finished our ale, I reminded Bess that we must leave soon. Edward was crestfallen.

“May I speak with Edward alone for a few moments Thomas?” Bess asked with a coy smile.

I grinned and nodded as they rose from the table and walked toward the back of the inn.

Bess returned a few minutes later, alone, and with a smug look on her face. “That didn’t take too long did it?” She licked her soft lips slightly. “Shall we go?”

I took her arm and we strolled out into the night.

“Is it true, my love, that at the moment of sexual climax the blood is at its richest and hottest?”

I laughed, “Keep that in mind when it’s time to feed on young Edward.”

“One more question – is there another place on the body where the blood flows as freely as the throat?”

I laughed again, knowing her thoughts, “The inner thigh, my devious love, where you were so near tonight.”

We both laughed as we walked the dark, quiet streets – hunting.

Behind a stable we came upon two lovers locked in a passionate embrace. Their hearts beat strong and their blood ran hot. The girl’s legs were wrapped around her lover’s waist as he leaned her against the wall and humped his young cock into her willing body.

Their moans told us they were near the point when they would become our victims.

As they grunted their orgasms, we sprang from the shadows. My fangs sank deeply into the girl’s throat, while Bess drank from the young man’s neck. Our bites added to their sexual ecstasy, making their blood that much richer, that much hotter.

As I drank the girl’s life force I felt a renewed vigor as all her passion and energy passed to me. Then I let the empty shell that had been her body, slip to the ground.

Bess and I smiled at each other as we stepped into the gathering mist and returned to our haven.

Once inside, Bess leaned into me and embraced me, “My darling, the hunger in my blood is gone, replaced with another hunger – I need you. I want to make love to you, now.”

She stepped back and tore the bodice of her dress open.

I reached out and cupped her heavy breasts, feeling their firmness as her nipples stiffened against my palms. I held her waist in my arms and lowered her down onto one of the flat cover stones.

Bess looked up at me – passion and desire in her eyes. Her hands pulled up her skirts and she lay back on the stone.

I placed my hands between her knees – she opened them willingly – and I knelt between them. I left her undergarments on, but ripped open the fabric covering her crotch. My sister's down covered pussy as revealed, and I lowered my lips to taste her.

Bess squirmed as my tongue moved up and down her wet slit, before I concentrated on her swelling clitoris.

My hands moved beneath her ass and lifted her to my mouth. My tongue flicked up and down her open lips, licking the moisture that clung to her fine pubic hair, then probed deep inside her.

Bess clutched my tongue with her inner muscles – trying to hold it within her.

My mouth devoured her pussy, licking, sucking, kissing the soft, wet flesh until I felt her body begin to quake.

Bess’ orgasm was sudden and shattering. She cried out her ecstasy, thrashing her head from side to side – humping her hips. “Take me brother – take me now – I beg you.”

I lifted my face from her soaking pussy, and moved atop her, my cock poised at the wet vestibule of her pussy.

The lips of Bess’ pussy were swollen and wet as they embraced the head of my cock. With a slow, deliberate stroke I pushed my cock into her eager pussy.

Bess moaned in pleasure as her pussy accepted my cock – closing around it like a hot, wet glove. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me to her – urging her brother's cock still deeper into her eager body. Our hips began to move together, her fingernails clawed my shoulders as my cock thrust into her, my balls slapping her ass as I bore into my sister's pussy.

She began to shudder, her thighs trembling as her orgasm approached – building deep within her.

My balls filled quickly as my own climax began roiling through the center of my being – a storm building to a crescendo as my cum surged up the shaft of my cock to explode within Bess’ hungry body.

Her legs tightened around me – her hot pussy clutched my shaft, holding it within her as her own shattering orgasm burst inside her. Her muscles trembled as her pussy sucked on my cock, her feet drumming on my back. “YES!” she urged, “YES! HARDER!”

I began moving my twitching cock again, pushing into her harder. Each thrust ended with another gush of hot cum pouring into her. Bess’ juices were flowing like a river – combining with mine to overflow her pussy and run down the clenched crease of her ass.

Her pussy milked me dry. With my cock deflating, I slipped from atop her and lay beside her, still trembling, body. She held one of her hands between her thighs, her fingers lazily stroking her wet pussy.

“We must rest now my love,” I said, my voice as steady as I could manage. “Edward will be delivering my terms to Jacob. Unless he shows himself to be the craven that he is, by this time tomorrow night, you’ll be a propertied widow.”

“And if he refuses to stand against you?” Bess rolled onto her side, and pressed her lips at my ear. “What then my love?” She rested her arm on my chest and I felt her wet finger at my lips.

I smiled and sucked her finger, tasting our combined lovemaking. Then I looked at my sister, “Why then, he becomes your prey.”

She kissed my cheek and snuggled close. “Thank you my darling,” she purred softly before closing her eyes.

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The Duel

We awoke at sunset and fed. A pair of beggars, who would be missed by no one – we would feast later on in the night.

We met Edward at the inn, and drove to the graveyard in his carriage.

“This is a very nice brougham, Edward, and I must compliment on the spirit of your team.”

“Thank you Thomas, they are magnificent animals,” the young man was justly proud.

I sat in the rear seat with Bess next to Edward in the backward seat. When we reached the appointed place I was a little surprised to see Jacob already there. He had two seconds with him, of course, and was testing the blade of a very handsome saber.

“Stay in the carriage, Bess,” I instructed her. “You’ll be able to see everything from here, and there’s no point in you making a display of attending your husband’s death.”

Edward agreed, and we both kissed her hand.

While Edward went to confer with Jacob’s seconds, I doffed my cape and drew my own saber. Bess had given me our father's old one, and tossed the scabbard into the carriage.

I made a show of flexing the blade and inspecting the edge for nicks – this would not help my opponent feel at ease.

Edward approached, “Your opponent’s second, urges you to call off this contest. Jacob is willing to apologize to you.”

“It’s not me he wronged. He wronged Bess, his wife, my sister... NO!” I shouted so as to be heard by Jacob, “There will be no apologies accepted.”

We walked side by side to where Jacob waited with his seconds.

Edward introduced each of them to me – self important layabouts, both of them, scion of some wealthy planters. Bess had recognized them when we drove up.

Jacob and I studied each other as the umpire informed us that a contestant dropping his weapon would be permitted to recover it before the duel resumed. Failure to do so would be judged a violation of the Code of the Duel and the offending party would be bound over for trial on charges of murder.

We moved to a cleared place and faced each other in the classic fencing postures, first saluting, then lifting our sabers ‘en guard.’

The steel of the blades rang in the gloaming as Jacob began slashing and hacking away at my ever moving blade. For the first moments I didn’t bother to attack, preferring to let Jacob tire himself.

When it started to become apparent that I was toying with him, I had to mount a counter attack. This proved almost too easy. Beside being a drunk, Jacob was also a fool. He did not, therefore, expect an attack any different from that which he was using.

My blade circled and parried as I looked at him, pressing a moment, then backing off. I began to press another attack, the point of my sword dancing back and forth as I grinned at Jacob and said, “Any butcher can kill with the edge.” I thrust quickly, sending my sword plunging into Jacobs chest, to the left of the breastbone. “It takes an artist to kill with the point,” I concluded, tipping my blade down to allow Jacobs body to slip to the ground.

As I stood over him, his seconds rushed up to render what aid they could.

“You’ve murdered this man, sir,” one of them accused, as he saw that Jacobs wound was mortal. “He was willing to apologize.”

“Sir, he impugned my honor, that of my family and that of his wife, my sister. The challenge was his.”

“He’s no swordsman, sir.” the man responded.

“I know,” I said quietly, turning on my heel and walking back to the carriage.

As we drove back to the inn, Edward warned that there would be repercussion because of this. “Jacob was a good for nothing lout, but he did have highly placed friends.”

He was genuinely concerned.

He offered, “Thomas, it would be best for you if you left.”

“I’ve only just returned home. Back from the dead, so to speak. Am I now to flee because I killed a man in a fair duel?”

“I’m a barrister Thomas, I’ve seen men ruined, even sent to prison, for winning a fair duel with the wrong man.”

“A barrister,” I mused, “would you then represent my sister and I should we elect to – ah – relocate for a time?”

“As I said yesterday, it would be an honor to be of service to the family of this wonderful lady.” He kissed Bess’ hand.

My mind linked with my sister’s.

She already knew what I was going to suggest. “Yes my brother, it’s time to make him one of us. May I have him?”

“Yes Bess, my love, but not tonight. Pleasure him, but do not take him, yet.”

I stood and stretched, “I’m going to walk for a while, I need to work off the excitement of this evening – and give thought to what you’ve said Edward.”

I knew the two of them would seize the opportunity to be alone for a while, so I walked around the corner and assumed the appearance of the young woman I had fed on the night before.

When Bess and Edward left the inn, I followed the carriage.

They pulled off the road into a thick stand of trees. Here Edward declared his undying love for Bess.

They embraced, and Edward’s hands worked the buttons on the front of her frock. In moments his face was buried between her exposed breasts. She held his head there, stroking his hair.

He raised his head and kissed her, deeply and passionately.

When the kiss ended, Bess pushed him back on the seat and knelt between his legs. Her hands worked to unfasten his breeches, freeing his swelling cock.

Bess took his organ in her mouth and began sucking it. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew the shaft as deep in her mouth as it would go – then she drew back, letting it slip wetly between her lips before sucking it in once more.

Our minds linked once again, “I know my love – not tonight – I promise.” Her mind smiled at me, “Enjoying the performance?”

“You are a sexual artist my love,” I complimented her on her skill.

In moments, Edwards thin body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure as he poured his semen into my sister’s hungry mouth.

She made a point of licking his cock and balls clean before allowing him to dress, then she sat beside him on the velvet seat.

“When will we make love again Bess?” Edward was almost pleading, “I need you so desperately. Your husband is dead, your brother will be leaving soon. Now there’s nothing to stop us.” He almost got down on his knees.

“Soon, sweet Edward, very, very soon. I must help put Jacobs affairs in order, and see that my brother is safe. I expect you to help with both of these duties Edward.” She smiled coyly at him, “And I will show you such gratitude as you have never known.”

She licked his ear quickly, then sat back on the seat. “We need to get back to the inn. Thomas will be worried about me.”

I was, of course, waiting at my table when they returned.

“Did you have a nice walk, my brother?” Bess kissed me on the cheek – in her most sisterly fashion.

I just smiled and nodded.

“We drove along the Post Road for a while,” Edward offered, “Bess feared you would be worried, so we didn’t stay out too long.”

I could tell he was uneasy. He was talking to the man whose sister had just sucked his cock, and in a most satisfactory fashion. I could vouch for that myself.

I dismissed his concern with a wave and got right down to business. “Edward, as a barrister, and our solicitor, we need you to resolve the matter of the house and lands.” I took a sip of wine, “These are our family lands, regardless of that sham of a marriage my sister was drawn into.”

Edward nodded his agreement.

I continued, “We need the titles cleared, so that Bess may move back in without a lot of legal posturing by Jacob’s kin. Can you handle this?”

Edward assured me he could, and would, handle everything. If Bess wished, she could move back in tomorrow. As the eldest male, I would have to execute the deeds and other documents, and Edward would present them to the local magistrate as soon as the ink was dry.

“Excellent, sir, excellent,” I complimented the young man. “I will expect you to bring the documents to our house tomorrow evening. We will also expect you to dine with us then as well.”

“It would be an honor sir,” he said, concealing his excitement not at all.

“One more thing,” I added. “Would it be possible for my sister, at least, to return to her home tonight? I don’t want her staying here – this inn is no place for a lady.”

“I would be pleased to drive her there myself, sir,” he grinned.

At least he didn’t call it an honor.

I touched Bess’ mind, “I will be there as well my love. Tomorrow you may take him, fend him off this night though.”

“I will my darling – I promise.”

I was waiting in the salon when they arrived. Bess allowed Edward inside, but no farther than the foyer.

“I’m only this day widowed, my darling,” she whispered, holding him off. “Tomorrow, when you’re here for supper and my brother retires early, then we can be together.” She kissed him, on the lips, a kiss filled with seductive promise.

Frustrated, but with hope and anticipation in his heart, the young man left.

“You did well my love,” I whispered from behind her. “Tomorrow you will have your first conquest. Will you first let him know what he will become?”

“I must, my darling, I do care for him.” She turned and slipped her arms around my neck. “But you are my Lover, My Prince.”

Her lips grazed mine lightly as her tongue caressed them. Laughing, she drew back, hanging from my neck by her loving arms. “You promised me a feast tonight, my lover, and I begin to hunger for it.”

Bess’ smile revealed her sharply pointed fangs, as her eyes began to glow with the red fire of her hunger.

We undressed and covered ourselves in only our long flowing capes. We were now ready to travel.

“Come then, sister of mine, let us feast.”

The mist left us by the side of a fine, moss covered home. The front was framed in white columns and the massive doors were oak. A mansion, staffed with slaves, and home to one of the wealthiest planters in the colony.

“It nears midnight. The owner and his wife will be abed, their son and daughter will be as well. They are twins at nineteen years old. They enjoy a mortal relationship, much like our own.” I looked at Bess.

She understood. “They’ll be together then?”

I nodded, “I can feel them together now, in his room – the farthest from their parents chambers.”

“You know these people then?” she asked in a soft voice.

I nodded again, “I dallied with the girl when I first returned and had yet to find you. She confided her relationship to me. She is now in my power.”

“How will we get inside?”

I looked at Bess and smiled, “Think my love – search your new powers. We will become the mist and flow beneath the door.”

We emerged in the foyer of the large house. All was dark and silent.

“Up these stairs,” I told Bess’ mind.

We ascended the steps with out feet scarcely touching the deep crimson carpet.

“His room is this one,” I pointed.

Standing outside the bedroom, I sent a mental summons to the young woman inside. In moments the door was opened.

Amy was dark of hair and eye, like her mother. She was tall and well proportioned, with a slim waist, flaring hips, long legs and full breasts. Long red nipples stood firm atop her quivering breasts. Her dark eyes were large and expressive, her face a pale oval with a straight sculpted nose.

“May we join you Amy?” I asked, knowing her reply.

“Thomas – please – you and your sister are always welcome here,” She waved us in as her brother was stirring into semi-wakefulness.

Amy joined her brother on the bed, “We have guests, Patrick.” She stroked his stiffening cock, “They want to join us.”

Patrick was shocked for a moment, then recognized Bess, who he knew to be a highly desirable woman – even as he desired his sister. “Thomas, you and Bess – I mean. Do you have the same...relationship?”

I relieved Patrick of his need for words by nodding, “And we would like to share ourselves with you and Amy. I know you’ve always found Bess attractive.”

Bess accentuated this as, with a soft rustle of fabric, her cloak slid to the floor.

The young man’s gaze was riveted to her naked body as she lifted her heavy breasts – thumbing the nipples until they were hard.

Amy walked stood next to me, her naked body equally as tempting as that of my sister. She reached up and untied my cloak, letting it drop to the carpet. When I was naked, she knelt and took my cock into her warm mouth.

“Feed from him – but let him live,” I instructed Bess with my mind. “Thus will they both be in thrall to us.”

“I understand, my love,” Bess responded, also with her mind. Bess climbed onto the bed and knelt next to Patrick. She reached over his thigh and took his young cock into her hand. Then she bent down and took him into her hot mouth.

I lifted Amy and carried her to the bed, where I lay her down next to her brother. I climbed between her open legs.

Patrick was moaning in sexual joy as Bess sucked his cock into her throat.

I lowered my mouth to Amy’s wet pussy and began licking her slit from top to bottom. Her young body writhed beneath my oral ministration as my tongue probed her waiting pussy.

“Oh yes...” she sighed as I took her swelling clitoris between my lips and sucked it, flicking my tongue back and forth over the throbbing nib.

I knew Amy was fast reaching her climax. A glance told me that Patrick was in the same condition. “Feed when he reaches his orgasm,” I instructed my sister, even as Amy’s legs began clenching tightly around my head.

As Patrick’s cock began to erupt, Bess swallowed the first gush, then pulled her head back and fastened her needle like fangs on his inner thigh. The points of her teeth pierced the main artery, and she began to feed. She held his cock upright with one hand, as his shaft twitched twice more, oozing cum like lava, to flow down over her hand. 

I did the same as Amy’s orgasm exploded, my fangs penetrating her soft, inner thigh, until I too, was drinking her strong, sweet blood.

The siblings enjoyed their most powerful orgasms, aided as they were by our efforts.

As Bess and I felt their life forces ebbing, we released them, letting them live to become our mortal agents. The two of us retreated, to stand naked next to the bed.

We watched Amy roll over and embrace her brother as he rolled to face her. Amy and Patrick kissed each other softly, before falling into a deep slumber. They would awaken, but when they did, they would have no memory of our visit, only the two small marks on their thighs.

Bess turned to me, her eyes were aflame, “I need you my love – I need you inside me.”

She turned and sat on the bed, pulling me toward her as she lay beside Amy’s sleeping form. Writhing her naked body, she fondled her own heavy breasts, lifting first one, then the other to her blood stained lips, sucking the already erect nipples.

I moved between her knees and leaned over her. Our mouths shared her heaving breasts, I sucking one nipple, Bess sucking the other.

My lips moved down from her breast, my tongue leaving a moist trail as I licked down her body to the soft tangle of curls adorning her mound. I let my lips and tongue play in her soft pubic hair for a moment, before moving farther down to find her soft, wet, pouting lips. The delicate folds of her pussy urged me to kiss them – lick them – explore them with my mouth.

“Please, Thomas, make love to me.”

Like the loving brother that I am, I complied.

My tongue licked her tempting slit, and I could feel her body tense as the first waves of pleasure and sensation washed over her. She moaned – her sigh of pleasure moving down her entire body.

I found her swollen clitoris and let my tongue caress it, briefly, before sucking it into my mouth. The sensitive flesh stood firm between my lips as my tongue swirled around it, teased, caressing, flickering over it like a flame.

Bess’ thighs closed around my head, holding my face to her hot, wet pussy.

My lips and tongue continued to torment her. My tongue delving inside her, fucked her like a small cock.

Bess’ body responded, her hips grinding against my hungry mouth. Her breathing became ragged, her thighs trembling. “Now – my brother – now!” she urged me on as her climax overtook her, rolling through her quaking body.

Her sweet juices flowed onto my questing tongue. I drank, savoring the sweet juices of my sister’s passion. Her body shuddered once again as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her legs clenched, and her pussy spasming as more of her sweet juices flowed out.

Bess looked at me, her eyes smoldering, “Take me Thomas,” she murmured, her voice husky, her words slightly slurred. “I want you inside me... fuck me brother, my lover – now!”

I moved atop her writhing body, her strong legs wrapping around my torso. The head of my cock caressed the soft, wet, hair of her hungry pussy.

“Tease me not – my love – I beg you.”

I moved the head of my cock down between her hot, wet lips and seated it at her entrance. With a slow thrust, I pushed my cock deep within her waiting body.

“YES!” she gasped, as my cock sank in fully, with my balls pressed into the cheeks of her ass. Her fingernails raked my back, and her heels clenched my ass.

Her hips responded as though they had a mind of their own. Each stroke, each thrust of my cock, was met by a thrust of Bess’ hips. We pummeled each other, my cock pumping hard and fast into her body, and her hips rising to meet my every thrust. Bess tossed her head from side to side, her hair flowing out around it. Her lips curled back and an animal snarl came from deep within her. She humped her hips up and down, her heels digging into my back.

We drove each other – pushing each other higher and higher, closer to the brink of the abyss – that place where there is only us, our passion, our lust, our ecstasy.

I could feel my orgasm building, the mighty storm gathering deep inside my belly. My balls filled and grew tight as I felt my sister’s body tremble and quake as she too felt the storm within her. Our orgasms burst over us at the same instant.

She clenched her legs around me, as her pussy clutched my pulsing shaft. My hot cum boiled and burst into her hungry pussy. Bess’ juices flowed hot, washing around the throbbing shaft of my cock. Shuddering, shattering, we climaxed together in a maelstrom of passion and ecstasy.

We clung to each other as our orgasms began to subside. Slowly we returned to normal, and I was still bent over her. Our lips met, and our tongues were dancing and playing.

My hands caressed my sister's naked body, and her hands caressing mine.

“We must leave, my love,” Bess reminded me. “It will soon be morning.”

Outside, the misty wings of the night carried us to our home.

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The servants were asleep, but we needn’t have worried, they would soon be in thrall to us. Their discreet silence would thus be ensured.

I drew the heavy drapes over the bedroom windows, then turned to look at Bess.

She was kneeling on the bed looking at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, approaching her.

“Nothing my darling, nothing at all... Come,” she patted the bed, “lay beside me and hold me.”

Together we rested, drifting off into the death that is our slumber.

I awoke to the pleasant feeling of Bess’ warm lips caressing the head of my cock. I looked at her, this lovely creature, my sister, my lover.

Her eyes glinted as she looked up at me, slowly taking my cock fully into her sucking mouth.

Her lips stretched around my shaft as it moved between them into her hot, wet mouth. When the head was lodged in her throat, she began to move her head up and down – her tongue pressing the great vein that ran beneath the shaft as she sucked.

Our minds touched.

“I love the taste of your cock, my brother.” Again she swallowed my cock, “I love sucking you like this.”

“Your mouth is like a furnace,” I responded. “It sears me with your lust. I can think of no better way to wake up.” I reached for her, to try and caress her sweet pussy.

She held my hand back. “No, my brother. This is only for you, my lover. You have given me so many gifts these last few days, and another yet tonight.” She sucked harder as her hands softly fondled my quickly filling balls. “Thank you my darling, blood of my blood.”

I lay back and relaxed, letting it happen. Bess’ talented lips and tongue worked their magic on my cock and I was ready in moments.

“I know,” Bess told me, “I want to taste it pouring down my throat.”

With a convulsive spasm, my cock erupted, hot semen surging like lava into Bess’ sucking mouth. My hot cum flowed over her tongue as she sucked. Down her throat it went, a pearly river of passion.

Bess swallowed every drop, then squeezed and stroked my cock, to get that last droplet before letting it soften in her mouth and releasing it.

As I relaxed, I felt the hunger begin to burn in my veins.

“You must feed Thomas,” Bess’ voice had a tone of alarm.

I sat up, “There’s no time, Edward will be here shortly.”

“I have an idea,” Bess said, pulling the cord beside the bed.

In moments a beautiful, young black woman appeared. Bess summoned her to the bed.

“I’ve taken control of her mind, my love,” Bess reassured me. “She will remember nothing of this night.”

Still naked, I slid from the bed to stand, and I took the woman in my arms and tilted her head back. Her throat was soft, with skin like ebony. My teeth grazed her throat, and her vein showed fat and full of sweet, rich blood. My fangs pierced her throat and I drank. I was right, sweet and rich, and I savored it as I fed.

Before I had consumed her life force, I withdrew. The girl was feint and unable to stand. I lifted her in my arms and, gently, laid her on the settee.

Bess was by my side then, and leaned down to lick the traces of blood that oozed from the tiny punctures on the woman's throat.

“Mm – it is rich isn’t it,” Bess commented, then stood straight, “Edward is here. His carriage has just come over the hill.”

This gave us a few minutes to dress and take care of Sassy, the young servant woman.

When Adam, the huge mute butler brought Edwards calling card to us in our bedroom, we were ready to receive him.

“Adam, put a quilt over Sassy and let her sleep here for a while.” Bess instructed.

The butler nodded and did as he was instructed.

“You’ve already put those two in thrall,” I said with a chuckle as we descended the main stairway to the salon.

“Of course, my love,” she smile coyly.

I escorted Bess into the salon, where Edward waited nervously.

She glided over to him, offering her hand, which Edward, of course, kissed most lovingly.

He and I simply shook hands.

“I have all the documents drawn up Thomas. All you need do is sign them.” He removed a sheaf of papers from his dispatch case and laid them on the writing desk.

“Well done Edward, well done,” I complimented his diligent work. “But let us attend to business after we dine. Would you care for some sherry, or perhaps something a bit stronger?”

“Sherry would be fine, thank you.”

We sat about sipping sherry and chatting lightly until dinner was served.

Dinner was, of course, the usual mortal fare – but the wine was excellent, and the company stimulating. Edward, as it happens, is possessed of a keen mind, quick wit and a very dry sense of humor. The more time I spend with him, the more at ease I become about his joining our, small, clan.

After dinner, I excused myself on the pretext of perusing the papers Edward had drawn up. “Show Edward the grounds Bess. Make him feel at home.” I suggested.

Edward, naturally, beamed at the chance to be alone with Bess.

They walked and talked for an hour, or more, before Bess brought him back to the salon. He had a dazed and confused look on his face.

“Bess has told you then?” I asked, looking up from the document I was pretending to study.

“It’s incredible!” he stammered, “I’ve never believed in such things – I mean... I...” his voice trailed off. He was confused, but he collected himself quite well. “It does explain some things though.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You’re never abroad during the day. You reappear after sixteen years, not looking a day older. Bess’ sudden shyness with me. The real reason for the duel with Jacob. Yes, it would make these things, more or less, normal."

Bess stood behind him, her hand on his shoulder.

“You love him don’t you?” I asked.

She nodded smiling.

“And you love her?”

“With all my heart sir.”

“And you’re willing to join our family?”

He was about to answer when I cut him off, “You understand, do you not, that this a step that cannot be reversed?”

He swallowed, “I understand, sir.”

I stood up and offered him my hand. “Then I welcome you. I shall leave you two alone now.”

Leaving the room, I immediately went to Bess’ bedroom and faded into the shadows. I knew Bess would bring him up here so that they may consummate their union in comfort. And I intended to watch.

They arrived moments later, holding hands like two young lovers.

Bess began by kissing Edward as she removed his clothing.

Once he was naked, Edward did the same for her.

Bess spoke to my mind, “I do love him Thomas – as I love you.”

“I know my love – he will understand.”

Bess sank to her knees and took Edward into her mouth.

His reaction was to be expected. He leaned his head back and placed his hands on either side of hers. His hips moved in unison with her head as she moved her mouth back and forth on his growing shaft.

Bess’ tongue flicked over the head of his cock as her soft lips sealed themselves around it. When she had brought him to full arousal, she stood and led him to the large bed. “Come and love me Edward my darling – love me and become one with me.”

She lay back, her legs apart, knees bent, her arms raised in invitation.

Edward wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and stretching out between her long, passionate legs. “I’ve waited so long for this,” the young man whispered.

As Edwards cock sank into her, Bess wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in still deeper. “I know,” Bess sighed.

A gasp escaped Bess’ lips as Edwards erect cock drove into her hot, waiting pussy.

They moved together with smooth, fluid strokes. I watched the muscles of Bess’ thighs flexing as she drew him deeper, her fingernails raking his back.

“Harder – please – harder!” I heard her urge her lover. He responded by speeding up, driving his cock into Bess’ hungry pussy with long strokes, harder with each thrust.

From my place of concealment, I could smell how close to the moment he was.

Bess’ needle fangs caressed Edwards pulsing jugular vein, confirming my impression.

“Oh yes... I’m...almost... there!” Edward managed to gasp, thrusting his cock into my sister's hot pussy again and again.

“Yes my darling Edward! Spend yourself inside me, my love,” Bess whispered, “our moment.”

Edward's hips froze, with his cock deep inside Bess. His body began to convulse in orgasm, and Bess slid her fangs into his vein, adding to the sexual bliss he was caught in. She began drinking, his blood flowing hot and rich into her mouth. Bess ran a sharp thumbnail across the pale skin beneath her left breast, bringing forth a trickle of her own blood. She pulled Edward's lips to her blood that oozed forth.

“Drink my darling – drink of my blood and be reborn.” She held his head to her breast like a suckling child.

To some, the moment of conversion is like an eternity. To others, a brief instant in time. In either case, it is a moment of total and complete ecstasy. Edward’s moment was no different.

Bess spoke in my mind, “Can I enjoy him now, my brother?”

“Yes, my sister – welcome him now – properly.”

Edward came around shortly, partially aware of the change that had taken place, but still a little confused as his knowing expanded. “You and Thomas are lovers aren’t you?”

“Yes my sweet,” Bess answered softly, “as you and I shall be, forever. And you will share me with him now.”

I chose that moment to emerge from the shadows. “Welcome to our family Edward.” I moved to the bed.

Bess shifted Edward to the side, to place herself in the middle. With nimble fingers she took my cock in one hand, and Edward in the other. She began to stroke us to arousal.

I must admit, my sister's’ fingers are as skilled as her mouth, and I was soon hard and ready.

When she was satisfied with the stiffness of the two cocks, she began to lick first Edward’s cock, then mine, until they were both slick with her saliva.

Bess moved onto her hands and knees presenting her ass and pussy to Edward. “I want you to lick and suck me my sweet. Use your tongue, your lips. I need to feel this now.”

Edward knelt behind her and buried his face in her steaming pussy. Bess’ face contorted in ecstasy as waves of pent up pleasure washed over her.

“Oh yes! Edward, my darling, yes!” she moaned as she had her first climax almost immediately. She pushed her wet pussy against Edward’s lips. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with passion, and moaned, “Please, my brother, fill my mouth.”

I knelt before her, my hard cock inches from her hungry lips. I placed the swollen head to her mouth. She licked the end, then turned her face and kissed the shaft from the head to the base. When her lips made the return journey, my cock twitched in response as she licked the underside of the head.

Bess turned and looked over he her shoulder. “Edward, my darling, please – I need you in me – now my sweet – now,” Bess urged.

Her words were slurred with the heat of lust as she returned her attention to my aching cock. She paused only long enough to respond to Edward’s hard cock as it pressed into the depths of her hungry pussy. “Yes my dearest! Harder – harder.”

She sealed her lips around the head of my cock and her wet, hungry, sucking mouth drew me inside. With agonizing deliberation she swallowed my cock until the head rested in her tight throat.

Edward's hips were moving faster, as he clutched my sister's hips and his cock thrust deep into her steaming pussy. Each thrust pushed Bess' face onto my stiff cock.

Each of us could feel what the others felt. Each of us knew that we were fast approaching the most thundering climax any of us had ever experienced. The excitement was heightened by that knowledge.

Like a tidal wave rushing toward land, my climax built in intensity, rolling through me as it made ready to crash upon the shore. My sister's sucking mouth made the wave build still larger.

Three nervous systems tingled in anticipation. Three bodies began to shake and quiver as three monumental orgasms became ready to merge into one.

Edward was the first to reach his ecstasy. His fingers turned white as he squeezed the pale flesh on Bess' hips. His cock twitched deep inside her clutching pussy, pouring out his hot cum.

Bess was next, spurred on by Edward's orgasm and his hot cum filling her. She moaned on my cock as her orgasm made her flow, washing Edwards stiff cock. Her juices mingled with his cum, and the combined fluids overflowed, dribbling down the inside of Bess' thighs. She sucked even harder on my cock, causing my balls to spasm.

Hot semen surged through my hard shaft as the tidal wave of orgasm crashed ashore. My body stiffened as my cock sent my cum flowing down her throat.

Three orgasms merging, exploding in a crescendo of lust and passion. Three orgasms, each feeding the other. Three creatures sharing the ultimate ecstasy.

Spent, we collapsed together on the bed, limbs tangled, breathing rapid. Our hunger and passion, temporarily, satisfied.

“That was amazing,” was all Edward could manage to say.

I leaned back and rested my head on the pillows as Bess cradled Edward in her arms.

She caressed his face gently, lightly kissing him as she did.

“Will you hunt tonight my brother?” she asked.

“I have no need to tonight – but you two must.” I looked at Edward, “You will need to learn the ways of the predator. Bess can teach you these ways.” I looked at my sister, “Bess, you need to regain your power after this. Hunt with Edward, show him our ways.”

She smiled at me, “Thank you my brother, my lover.” She took Edwards hand, “Come with me, my love.”

The two of them rose from the bed, still naked. She summoned a mist and they were gone.

Alone, I walked to the study and sat surrounded by the books my family treasured, lost in my own thoughts and memories. So much had happened to me, in ten years I had found and lost one great love, found and forsaken another and now I share my sister with one that I helped convert. Perhaps there is another love awaiting me. There would be no joy in being immortal and spending such a life alone.

“Fear not, my Prince,” Flower of the Moon entered my mind. “You are not alone, for I live within your heart.”

I could feel her within me.

“I will be with you always, Thomas, for we are immortal . So long as one of our descendants survives, we live. You too, will live on through Maria and her descendant – through Bess and hers. Ours is a strong tree, it has many branches and strong roots that burrow deep.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back. I felt her sweet soft lips on mine once more, kissing me tenderly as I drifted off.

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I awoke as the sun was setting. In the bedroom I found Edward and Bess wrapped in a lovers embrace. By the stains on their mouths and bedclothes I could see they feasted well last night. As I made to leave, Bess came awake.

“My brother, my love, let this change nothing between us,” she pleaded. “I still adore you and desire you as much as I ever did. But I need my own man, one who is mine alone. Do you understand?” Her eyes implored me.

My fingers stroked her cheek, “Of course I understand, my love. It would be unseemly for the two of us to share this house for too long, you being widowed and without suitor. Edward is a fine selection, he’s smart, in some ways, he loves you and I hope, he will put up with you.” I smiled at my sister, “You too are changing, gaining wisdom. We will all change as time passes, and grow wiser.” I smiled at Bess, “Now my loving sister, I must feed – the hunger grows in my veins.”

I was gone before Edward woke.

The wings of night carried me to the poorest section of town. There would be mortal humans, the prey of my kind.

I am not an evil man, I am a vampire, and a vampire is a predator. No different from the wolf, the eagle, or mortal men. Mortals have accused vampires of being hell-spawned, scion of the devil himself, and evil incarnate. Nothing could be further from the truth. Man cannot accept the fact that he is not the most efficient predator, nor can they accept being prey themselves. Thus they attribute that which is beyond their understanding to the underworld.

So be it.

Then I will treat them as we are treated. I will hunt them, feed on them, enslave those I choose to, and leave the rest as empty, drained husks to become dust on the wind.

Continued in Chapter 3

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