Chapter 3
It is now the mid eighteenth century, and America is still known as The Colonies, to it’s British masters. But there is unrest in the air. There is quiet talk of rebellion, spoken in hushed tones, in the taverns as well as in the houses of the rich and influential.
We had been forced to move many times over the years. Because, when you do not age while all those around you do, it tends to arouse suspicion.
We had returned to Georgia five years earlier. It was still our home, but it was not the same.
And there were British troops, Redcoats everywhere.
Death Of An Innocent
I walked along the streets as dusk overtook the daylight and shadows darkened. My thoughts go back to where it all began. The island and the woman I so deeply loved, Flower Of The Moon.
Had it really been almost a two score and ten years? Had so much, and yet so little changed?
There were troops in town this evening, their bright red coats muted by the dying light. I tried to ignore them as I made my way toward the inn, but it was not to be, as a group of soldiers was approaching. They had had too much ale, and were in the process of bullying their way along.
I wrapped my cloak about me and bowed my head as they passed. When the largest shouldered me aside, I scurried to the side, never taking my eyes from them. I watched these bullies as they made their way to the local brothel and went inside.
I waited for these stalwarts for a half hour before they came out. The madam behind them was screaming in anger and fear, her eyes streaming tears.
When the soldiers moved on, I approached the brothel before the madam could shut the door. I took her eyes into mine, ”What has happened in here?” I interrogated her mentally and mentally.
She responded, “The bastards! They killed her!! A child, a virgin. And they killed her!”
“Show me!” I ordered.
The trembling madam led me to the room.
There was a young woman, in her teens. She lay there, broken like a china doll. They had beaten her, savagely beaten her. There were bruises and welts, scratches and cuts all over her body. Her arms and legs spread at obscene angles, impossible lest her bones had been broken.
I dipped the tip of my finger in a spot of her blood and tasted it. She had died a virgin.
“The soldiers tried to take her all at once. She refused, and this was the result.” The madam said, trying, it seemed, to shift the blame to this poor child. But it was she herself that bore the blame.
“And who brought the soldiers to her room?” I asked, my eyes holding hers, my mind squeezing hers.
“I did,” she sobbed.
I seized the woman and buried my fangs in her throat. This was prey that would not be missed. Her warm blood filled me, quieting the burning in my veins as I drank deeply of her life fluid as well as her life force.
When she had given all to me, and her heart ceased to beat, I sliced her throat and cast her on the bed next to the young woman, the death of whom, she had just paid for. There would be some dead soldiers as well by the rising of the sun.
I started out of the room, when I was confronted by two of the women that worked there.
“The soldiers killed her didn’t they, sir?” the younger of the two asked.
“Shh, it doesn’t matter,” the older admonished her. “She’s free of this place now, that’s what matters.”
Then the older one looked at me, “And who might you be?” she asked.
I could not let them tell anyone they had seen me here, yet I didn’t want to kill them. I locked their eyes with mine, assuming control over their minds. “You will do exactly as I bid you. Now, take us to your room,” I ordered the older of the two.
She lead us to a small room that contained a battered dresser, a large rumpled bed with soiled linen, a chair, and a tarnished mirror.
“I want to watch you pleasure each other.” I said evenly, as I took a seat.
Both women wore nothing more than the flimsiest of wrappers, so undressing took no time. The women smiled at one another, they had been down this road before.
As they undressed I had the chance to inspect their bodies. They were quite pretty, for prostitutes.
The younger was the more voluptuous of the two. Her breasts were large and heavy. Her waist was in proportion to her breasts, and her hips and legs were straight and strong. Like her older companion, she was dark of hair and eyes, but unlike her friend, darker of skin. Not a black, but more a Creole. Her pretty face was young, but not innocent. The young one had been here some time, and had seen and done much in a few years.
The older of the two was slim. Her breasts, also large, were firm and the long nipples pointed up. Her belly was flat, and flaring into smoothly rounded hips then continuing down with well-turned legs. When I looked at her face I saw a vision of courage. This woman, like so many of her profession, had been sold into this life in order to pay off family debts. But she had survived. She had never lost her will to escape. For this reason I found myself drawn to her, but I put that aside, for the time being.
“Get on the bed, both of you,” I instructed them. “I want to see you pleasure each other, then yourselves.”
The two women began kissing at once, their mouths joined as their hands explored each other; touching, feeling and caressing one another’s breasts, hips, and pussies. Their breathing became more rapid as their passions built. This was not a mere mechanical performance, these women had been doing this together for some time. They shared feelings for one another.
The older one began sucking the breasts of her young lover, kissing and licking her large nipples until they grew firm and stood away from her aureole, proud and erect. The younger one began to moan softly as she felt the older woman’s mouth moving down her rounded belly to find her lush patch of dark curls. She gasped as her pussy felt the contact. I could hear the wet sucking sounds that the older woman’s mouth made as she drew her lovers pouting lips into her mouth.
There was a rustle of bed sheets as the women changed position. Now they were laying together, their heads between the others legs. Two mouths loving two pussies, wetly, passionately. Moans of pleasure emanated from the creaking bed as the women continued to lick and suck each other. A gasp, a groan, a word of affection, interspersed with the wet sounds of their mouths upon each other.
I could feel myself becoming hard as I sat there watching this erotic performance, but I knew it would serve me no purpose to join them. I merely watched as each woman brought the other to orgasm.
Theirs were demonstrative orgasms, filled with token moaning and excessive tossing about in the grip of their passion. After some moments of orgasmic bliss, they rolled away from one another and lay there, catching their breath and regaining their composure.
The older one sat up and looked at me, “Would you like me to take care of you, sir?” She asked, her eyes fixed upon the bulge in my breeches.
“Perhaps another time. I would like to watch your pleasure yourselves, while I pleasure myself.” I unfastened my breeches and freed my erect cock.
Both women eyed it with professional interest as I began to slowly stroke it up and down.
“Now, I want to see how you pleasure yourselves.”
The younger one sat on the edge of the bed, legs apart, and ran her hands over her large breasts, cupping them, kneading the warm flesh, then lifting first one, then the other, to her lips to suck and lick her own nipples.
The older one knelt on the bed, facing me, and caressed her breasts. Too firm for her to bring her breasts to her lips, she contented herself with manually stimulating them, her thumbs teasing her nipples to erection before one hand ran down her belly and her fingers buried themselves in her soaking pussy.
The younger one had changed positions, and was now on her side, one leg raised. She had taken a candle from the nightstand and extinguished the flame. She pushed the base end of the candle into her pussy, while her other hand held one of her heavy breasts up to her mouth. She sucked on her own nipple as her other hand guided the candlestick in and out, pushing it deeper with each thrust. Her mouth was open and she was breathing rapidly again, her body beginning to sweat. In and out she moved the candle, and her lips pulled at her nipple. She would soon be ready to climax.
The older woman was content to use her hands. One hand cupped her mound and her fingers spread her pussy lips open. Her other hand pushed two fingers inside, then drew them out and spread her wetness around her swollen clit before dipping into her hot pussy again.
As I watched, I continued to stroke my hard cock, slowly, up and down the hard shaft, as my balls churned but refused to fill. I looked to the bed once again.
The younger one lay on her back now, and had her eyes closed as she worked the candle in and out, and imagined herself being fucked by some dream lover.
The older woman’s eyes were fixed upon my cock. As my hand moved up and down, her fingers moved in and out. I could see she was imagining that it was I that was fucking her and not herself.
I moved to the bed and knelt behind the women, I picked up the stroking of my cock again, and bid both women not to stop. The wet sounds that came from their sopping pussies told me that they had no intention of stopping.
I placed my lips on the younger woman's throat, I could feel how close she was. I reached over and caressed her nearest heavy breast, squeezing her flesh and pinching the hard nipple, urging her to cum.
She responded as I had expected. The younger woman's orgasm was powerful as her blood began to course through her veins, hot, rich, blood. Blood being borne along on a tide of passion.
My fangs went painlessly into her throat, piercing her jugular vein.
The blood that flowed was hot, clean, rich. Full of the life that this woman lived with such gusto. The sensation of my lips on her neck drove her to a higher level of passion as her orgasm bloomed. Her heart was pumping her blood faster and faster into my mouth. Just before the point of no return, I withdrew my fangs and left her to lay on the bed.
I moved to the older woman and knelt behind her. She reached back and took my stiff cock in her hand and began stroking it as her fingers moved in and out of her own body. She too was at the point of orgasm. I reached around and cupped both of her breasts, pulling her back toward me until I felt her leaning against my chest. My lips grazed her throat. Her breasts were heaving, and the nipples grew harder in my palms. Her hands moved faster, stroking my hard cock as she mimicked the movement with her fingers in and out of her pussy.
As her climax washed through her body, her grip upon my cock grew tighter. When my fangs slid into her vein, the grip became tighter still. Her blood was as rich as the younger one, perhaps richer Her blood flowed quickly and was sweet and hot, pushed along by her, considerable passion, and sweetened by her desire for my cock. As I felt her life force approaching I withdrew, letting her lay back on he bed.
I looked down at the two women and made a quick decision. I entered their minds and found that the younger was called Antoinette, the older Samantha.
“Antoinette, hear and obey me.” I instructed her sleeping mind, “when you awaken you will recall nothing of me or this time we have spent. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
“Samantha, hear and obey me.” I entered her mind, “When you awaken you will remember only that you must come to me when I call. You will not recall my face, or anything that has gone between us. Do you understand? You are to come to me when I summon you.”
“Yes. I understand. I will come to you when you summon me.”
“Now sleep, and forget,” I pressed my fingers to the temples of each sleeping woman and left the room.
I made one more stop before leaving, the room of the madam. In there I found the deeds to all of the women in her stable, as well as a small chest of gold pieces. I helped myself to a large portion of the gold, then made a small fire of the deeds. At least no proof remained that would convince an honest magistrate, and there was enough gold left for the women to corrupt the other kind.
These tasks done, I left the brothel and headed to my rendezvous with the Army of The Crown.
Retribution
It was nearing curfew as I reached the inn where these soldiers were quartered. They had seized the inn when they arrived, and so far, the innkeeper had seen little if any payment. I approached around the back of the inn, assuming the aspect of a beggar for the time being. I slipped in through the rear door and found the innkeeper in the kitchen.
I quickly seized his mind “I am here to help you. Do you understand?”
The innkeeper nodded.
“Have you any family here in the inn tonight?”
“None Sir. There’s just me… and the soldiers.”
He said the word with no small measure of disgust.
"In this purse is enough gold to get you and your family away from here. Go to your home and gather your family and head north.”
I pressed the purse into his hands.
“When you wake, you will not remember me, or our meeting. You will go to your family and you will all leave this town, tonight.” I looked hard into his eyes “Do you understand?”
“Yes sir. I understand.”
"Now go.”
The terrified man clutched the purse and ran out the back door of the inn.
I peered into the common room. There were a few soldiers in there, in varied states of intoxication, but none of the men I had seen earlier at the brothel.
One by one, I entered the sodden minds of the drunken men. One by one they slumped into a deep sleep.
I slipped upstairs to the sleeping rooms. Loud snoring came from both sides of the hall. Quietly I stole into the first room.
Asleep on pallets were six of the seven soldiers I sought. On a bed next to the wall lay the seventh, the biggest of the group, and the worst bully. I looked about the room and found a bayonet on one of the belts. I removed the long knife and tested the edge, sharp enough I judged as I slipped out of the room.
There were three more sleeping rooms that held four men each. Starting at the other end of the hall I went into each room and quickly slit the throat of every man there. One by one, I drank their flowing blood and lie force, leaving only empty hulls behind. I did this until I returned to the room where my prey slept. As I reentered the room, I assumed the aspect of the young woman they had killed. Though I had only tasted her blood, I was still able to take on her appearance.
I slit the throats of the six on the floor, and drained them before approaching the bully as he slept on his bed.
“Awaken soldier. Wake and look upon me.”
The man stirred, and then opened his eyes. When he saw me as the young woman, he sat bolt upright in bed. Fear flashed in his eyes, to be replaced by stark terror as he recognized my appearance.
“You’re DEAD!” he gasped “You can’t be here!”
“You’re right. I AM dead. But I AM here. I have come to take my revenge on you as I have done on your comrades.” My voice seemed to mimic the woman, higher pitched and feminine.
“This is a dream, a nightmare.” He cowered to the wall, shaking his head to clear it. “That innkeeper gave me bad beef!” he exclaimed, then looked about him at his friends, their bodies drained and heads lying at strange angles.
With a sudden move I pushed his head against the wall and exposed his throat to my waiting fangs. With no concern for pain, I ripped his throat open and drank him dry, quickly, completely. Before casting him aside, a twist of my hands snapped his neck.
I had fed well this night, but I still had work to do. I went downstairs and gathered some lamps and oil and went back to the sleeping rooms. I sprinkled the oil about, making sure to soak the stairs as well as the uniforms of the sleeping soldiers then went back down and repeated the process in the common room.
As I left the inn, I regained my own aspect and lit the lamp. I summoned the wings of the night. Dawn was not far away, but I would still have plenty of time to complete my work. As I stepped into the mist, I cast the lamp into the inn. It burst and flames quickly spread everywhere.
Like the runners of some fast growing vine, the flames spread over the floor, up the banister of the stairs, to the sleeping floor, host only to the sleep of death tonight. The posts caught fire, then the rafters. Flames consumed the inn above and below. As the fire began to ignite the uniforms of the sleeping soldiers, I released their minds so they too, could enjoy the warmth of the fire.
By the time I stepped from the mist I could hear the bells of the fire brigade and the glow of the conflagration red in the predawn sky.
This night I would sleep in the study. As I drifted off, a face appeared to my mind's eye. It was that of the young woman that was killed. She had a peaceful look on her face as she mouthed the words I heard deep in my mind.
“Thank you.”
I knew I had done what had to be done, and this innocent could now rest. My mind relaxed and I slept, to awaken with the departure of the sun.
The Summoning
As night follows the day, I arose from my sleep, surrounded by books. I looked about and recalled the events of the night before. I also recalled the vision of the young woman, violently killed.
I looked at my clothes, stained with the blood of the night’s activity, and was about to go upstairs to change, when Bess entered the room.
“I was worried about you, My Love. You did not return at dawn.” She came into my arms and held me.
“I slept down here last night, to allow you and Edward the room to yourselves.”
“But I needed you last night. I wanted to make love to you as well.”
She began to undress me as she pushed me back into the large leather chair.
“Let me pleasure you, My Brother, “ she knelt between my legs and opened my breeches.
Her touch was soft on my growing cock as she caressed and gently stroked it.
“I can see you want me as well, My Love.” She purred as she lowered her mouth to the swollen head of my growing cock.
Her breath, warm and moist, whispered over my the head of my cock, as her lips sealed themselves over the small slit and with maddeningly slow and deliberate movements, she took me into her mouth.
I could feel her lips caressing my shaft as more entered her hot, sucking mouth. Her tongue pressing along the large vein, then swirling around, just beneath the head. When the head of my cock passed into her tight throat, she began moving her head, up and down.
Waves of pleasure rolled through my body as my sister's expert mouth and gentle fingers worked their magic on me. I could feel orgasm swelling in my belly, building and boiling as my balls began to fill.
Bess took them in her soft hand and tenderly fondled them, all the while sucking and licking my rigid cock with her wet tongue hot mouth. She buried her nose in my pubic hair, then slowly drew back until only the head remained trapped in her mouth, then drove my straining cock deep into her mouth again, lodging the throbbing head in her throat.
"Oh Bess!" I gripped her head and held her there as my balls emptied themselves through my engorged shaft. Hot semen flooded Bess’ hungry mouth, and she swallowed. Another rapturous spasm racked my body, as my pulsing cock spurt more of my scalding cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and stroked my cock one last time, until she had milked me dry.
Bess released my softening prick and sat back on her heels, delicately licking her lips so that none of my cum would be lost.
Edward’s thoughts intruded on the moment, “Have you asked him yet?”
“Asked me what?” I looked at Bess’ face.
“Come in Edward,” she called, and the young man walked into the study as she rose to stand.
I looked steadily at him, “What is it you wanted my sister to ask me?”
“I have so many questions Thomas. Many were answered as I slept, but that too raises questions.” He looked frightened, “I am so confused. There are so many thoughts invading my mind. I think I’m going mad.”
I leaned back and chuckled… “Welcome to the realm of the undead Edward. We all have much to learn.” I sat forward, my face took on a serious expression, “You’re not going mad, Edward. What invades your mind are the thoughts of the rest of our kind. In time, you will acquire the ability to push these other thoughts to the back of your mind. Then selecting only those which you want to receive. It takes time, I know.”
Bess, too was curious now, “Is that how I learn so much while I sleep?”
“Exactly,” I confirmed. “The minds of all our ancestors and kinsmen are feeding you information. It is difficult to isolate a mind, or group of minds while you’re resting, but it can be done. You will learn the lore of our kind in this way. You will learn what endangers us, as well as what we thrive upon. Most importantly, you will learn what we are and what we are not.”
“What are we, Thomas?” Bess asked, leaning on Edward.
“Let me first tell you what we are not.” I looked at my enraptured students and went on, “We are not evil creatures, no more than the wolf, or eagle, or any other predatory animal is evil. But neither are we mortal, not anymore. We are neither living nor dead, hence the term undead has been given us, probably by Christians wanting to identify us as some sort of minions of Hell.”
They were both still spellbound, so I went on. “We are a tribe of immortal creatures, warriors. Our line traces back further than recorded time knows, and it grows night after night.”
“Thomas?” Edward interrupted with a question, “You say we’re immortal, yet we can be killed, is that correct?”
“Yes Edward, we can be killed.” Briefly the image of Flower Of The Moon passed before my eyes, then was gone. “But it isn’t easy. Sunlight is our greatest danger. To be caught in the rays of the sun for more than a few seconds, is death, final, absolute, eternal death.” I paused for effect then, “Fire is another danger to us. Once ignited, our bodies will burn quickly, again with true death the result.” I struggled with the next statement, with the image of Flowers head, laying severed from her loving body was a difficult one to handle, “And beheading. If an enemy has a long sword, or ax, beware. Should they succeed in striking your head from your body, a slow and very painful death will result.”
We all sat in silence as we shared the vision of that day, so long ago, when I lost Flower.
Bess came to stand beside me, her hand on my shoulder. “You have kept that from me for so long, My Love.”
“It is still painful, but you both needed to know, and made aware that we CAN be destroyed.”
“Sir?” Edward had another question, “There are many legends and wives tales about va - our kind. A cross, wooden stakes, reflections, shadows, garlic, wolfsbane--”
I was able to smile, Edward was bright, and he was asking the right questions, those that had to do with survival.
“Edward, Bess, we survive BECAUSE of the legends, the myths, the wives tales. The cross is a symbol that I, for one, dislike, but those reasons are my own. Since we are NOT intrinsically evil, it has no ill effect. The wooden stake?” I chuckled, “They’d be in for a surprise should they try and pierce my breast with one.”
“As for reflections and shadows, these are things of the light. We are creatures of the dark, thus shadows and reflections are not a part of our world. Be wary of this fact, both of you. In public you must avoid places with many, or any, mirrors. In time, you will be able to create the illusion of a shadow, but for the time avoid such places where shadows or mirrors are present. Remember, people don’t believe we exist, but they still fear us. Such is the mortal mind, shallow and easily confused. Concealment and disguise are our best defense, and the disbelief of mortals, is our best disguise.”
I smiled a wry smile, “As for garlic and wolfsbane, I for one don’t mind either one, though I’d scarcely eat wolfsbane.” I stood up abruptly, “Now go, so I may change my clothing for this evenings hunting.”
Bess inquired in my mind, “Why not summon Samantha?”
I smiled, “Not a bad idea, My Love, I just might.”
Alone in my study once more, I sat back and closed my eyes, I sent my thoughts out, through the shadowed night. “Samantha,” I called, “Samantha, come to me…”
Images entered my mind, of Samantha and her young friend Antoinette servicing a proper gentleman of the town. Their tongues licking up and down his erect shaft as Antoinette stroked and caressed his balls. Interestingly, I was viewing this through Samantha’s eyes.
Samantha stopped abruptly and looked around, unsure of what her mind had told her.
“Samantha, remember and come to me - now.”
“I hear your command, milord,” her mind answered.
I changed into less formal clothes, soft loose breeches and a silk shirt. I then relaxed and waited for Samantha.
Samantha
In less than an hour there was a knock at the door.
Sassy answered it and told me a coachman was outside wanting to be paid. I went to the door and handed him a gold piece as I saw Samantha stepping down from the coach.
She was wrapped in a velvet cloak, deep wine red, her slippers matched her cloak.
“A prostitute she may be,” I told myself, “but she carries herself like a lady of quality.”
She walked gracefully up the steps, and as I held the door open for her, she entered. In the foyer she extended her hand to me.
I kissed it, of course, “Samantha, my dear. Welcome to my home. You look very lovely this evening.”
“Thank you sir, but I’m afraid, I don’t, ah,” she looked very confused.
“Please, come into my study and have some sherry. Then I can explain.”
She sat in the large chair, and sipped the sherry I had poured for her.
I was wondering why she still had her cloak wrapped about her. I entered her mind, to know more about this woman.
What I learned surprised me only a little. She was, in fact, born a lady of quality, and married a man about as wretched as my sister’s late spouse. Samantha’s family had disowned and disinherited her, leaving the couple to succeed, or fail, on their own. Married no more than five years, the couple came south from the northern colonies, to seek their fortune here.
Her husband sold Samantha to a brothel, to pay off his gambling debts. He was killed in a dispute over the ownership of a team of horses. Samantha was left alone, without family, and without means. A virtual prisoner in the brothel, she had persevered, always hoping for some means to escape.
I felt respect and admiration for this woman. Still inside her mind I told her some about me, and what I had done that night we met. Then I withdrew from her to allow her to collect herself, and her thoughts.
She sat there, a pensive expression on her face as she considered what she had learned. “You did a noble and honorable thing that night Thomas. The young woman that was killed, was still a virgin. Her family sold her to that brothel, SOLD her, even as I was sold.” Samantha shook her head, there were tears in her dark eyes.
“She’s free of that now Samantha. Though she died to escape. I can offer you an escape in which you would not die. Of course, the deeds have been destroyed, so there is no longer any legal hold on you.”
“And I thank you for that too Thomas, but where would I go. Freedom is a fine word, but with no other way to survive, I would find myself in a similar place in so short a time.”
“Samantha, I have this fine house. My sister and her man live here with me, but I need someone I can speak to, a friend, a lover. I feel a strong attraction to you, physically and spiritually as well. I offer you the hospitality of my home.”
Samantha’s face colored slightly when she heard my offer. Then she looked up at me. “What would be expected of me Thomas? Would you require me to share your bed as well?”
“That choice would be entirely yours Samantha, entirely yours.”
“You know that the townspeople whisper the most awful things about you, and your sister. They say there are strange goings on here, comings and goings in the middle of the night. They even say that your sister has two lovers here, and that you are one of them.”
“They’re right. My sister and I have been lovers since my return. And Edward, her young man, also lives with us. Does that shock you?”
“I’ve been a prostitute for two years Thomas,” her smile was warm and honest, ”The only thing that shocks me, is that you so readily admit it.”
I shrugged, “I find I cannot keep secrets from you Samantha. I respect you too much for that.”
“What do you mean by secrets? Are you married? Do you have ten children?” She was smiling wryly now.
“No, nothing like that, I will tell you everything about me, but not now.”
She nodded, and stood from the chair. She unfastened the cloak from her shoulders, and shrugged it off, to pool at her feet. She had been naked beneath the cloak. Her beautiful body was revealed to me once more. Like carved ivory, her skin glowed, smooth and silken.
Samantha walked to me, slowly, deliberately. Her muscles rippling, and her breasts quivered with each step. “I have made my choice, Thomas.” She said, kneeling before me and unfastened my breeches.
With a few well practiced moves, she freed my growing cock from inside my breeches. Samantha's lips were warm as they encircled the head of my cock. She sucked it into her hot mouth and I felt myself grow erect. Her tongue ran up and down the shaft as she took me deeper into her hungry mouth, until the head of my cock was in her tight throat. She moved her head back and forth as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. Knowing that she would be unable to bring me to climax, I took her head in my hands and gently pulled her from my cock.
“No, Samantha, tonight I will make love to you.” I stood up and lifted her to her feet. Turning both of us around, I urged her to sit in the leather chair where I had just been.
I dropped to my knees and opened her long legs. Before me was her glistening pussy. Moist, pouting, lips, small drops of her juices clinging to the soft, dark, curls, adorning her. I leaned forward, inhaling the aroma of her perfume, the scent of roses, the aroma of woman, the scent of passion. My mouth caressed her pouting lips and she gasped at the contact. I let my tongue lick up and down her quickly moistening slit, probing the fleshy folds that surrounded her swelling clitoris. The tip of my tongue pressed into the nib of her clit.
“Oh God!” she gasped, her hands clutching my hair and pulling my face to her body.
My tongue moved around and over her clit, teasing, caressing. Her reaction was to press herself still tighter to my hungry mouth, pressing her wet pussy to my sucking lips.
Her juices were beginning to flow now. The taste was warm, tart, a bit salty, but rich and savory. I licked up each drop as she flowed over my tongue, into my waiting mouth. Then her hips began to move quicker, pressing against me as her thighs quivered and her body trembled. I pushed her legs up and draped them over the arms of the chair, as I pressed my mouth and tongue into her soaking, willing, pussy.
Samantha's thighs clutched my head, her fingers tangled in my hair. Her hips humped forward as she moaned, tossing her head from side to side in a frenzy of ecstasy. Her hot cum poured from her body. It overflowed even my own licking tongue and ran down my chin to dribble on the edge of the leather seat.
As her orgasm was beginning to subside, I licked the juices from the outside of her pussy as she unhooked her legs from the arms of the chair. She pulled my head up, and bent down to kiss me. She licked the residue from my lips, and then latched her mouth onto mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and teasing my tongue.
When Samantha broke the kiss, she looked at me and smiled, “Thank you Thomas. That was the first time a man has ever made me feel like a real woman.”
She caressed my cheek, her eyes quiet and reflective as she sat back and gazed into my eyes.
I decided to take control of her mind again, what I had to tell her would have to be forgotten afterwards, unless she chose to join my tribe, or she was killed. "Samantha, I am a member of an old warrior race. We have survived down through time by preying upon mortal human beings, drinking their blood. I, like my family and other members of my tribe am immortal.” I related the story of Flower Of The Moon and how I became what I am. “I said I could offer you an escape. This is the way. Join me, my tribe, my family. Sit beside me as my Princess.” I paused, “The choice is yours.”
I released her mind and looked at her eyes. They were clear, bright, there was a smile on her lovely lips, her teeth shone pearly white behind them.
“You loved her very much didn’t you?” she asked softly.
I simply nodded.
“I could never hope,” her voice caught, holding back a sob, “to replace her in your heart, Thomas.”
“Perhaps though--” I began.
She silenced me with a finger on my lips. “I said before I had made my choice. Now make me yours, body and soul.” She held her arms out to me in complete acceptance and invitation.
I crawled up into her in my arms and kissed her, deeply, passionately as my renewed erection brushed the still wet hair of her pussy.
“Yes, take me now,” she urged, pushing my shoulders back.
She spread her knees wide, and we both looked down between us, as I pushed my hard cock inside her hot, soaked pussy.
Her body responded like a violin bow, her hips thrust forward to meet mine, her legs wrapped about my waist, pulling me closer to force my cock deeper.
I could sense that Samantha was a woman of immense capacity for passion. Her body moved with a fluid grace and muscle that I had not experienced since Flower.
Samantha was hungry, driven, urging me on with moans and groans and the grip of her strong legs. “Faster, please, faster,” she moaned.
Her hips moved beneath me with a wild abandon. I matched her stroke for stroke, as my cock thrust into her willing body. Her body shook, her muscles tightened as she drew nearer and nearer to orgasm. Her pussy clutched at the shaft of my cock as it moved in her.
Closer she drew, her moaning was louder now, more passionate, more immediate.
I let my fangs graze her smooth throat, feeling the beat of her pulse throbbing just under the skin.
Our hips thrust at one another until she exploded in a shattering climax, her legs locking about me, her mouth hanging open, moans and sobs of ecstasy coming from her throat.
I sank my fangs, painlessly, in to her throat. Her blood was almost burning as it flowed into me, hot, sweet, rich, clean blood.
As I sucked the blood from her, Samantha’s orgasm intensified, her sexual bliss reaching a new height as her life force drew nearer and nearer to the surface.
I slit my chest open just below the heart, and as I drew her life force into me, I pressed my bleeding chest to her soft lips. “Drink, my love, drink and know immortality.”
As she drank of my blood, I too experienced the sexual excitement that it produced, now that she was one of our kind.
With the rite complete, I felt my balls churning and filling, as they only did with our kind. My hips sped up, and Samantha’s hips responded. My cock moved within her wet, willing, soaking pussy as my balls filled and grew tight, swollen and ready.
Samantha begged, "I need to feel you cum inside me. Please, I need you.” She was urging my mind! She was, truly, one of us now.
I felt my cock straining as it thrust into her waiting body, my balls were full, and ached for release. I thrust one more time, holding my cock deep inside her, as my body convulsed. My cum flowed through the shaft of my buried cock to erupt deep within her. My orgasm flowed, and flooded her hungry pussy. She gasped and moaned and thrashed her head about, her heels drummed my back, her nails raked my shoulders as she writhed and squirmed and ground her hips to mine. Her clutching pussy milked my cock, drawing every drop of fluid from it.
Our bodies shook, convulsed in sublime ecstasy, my cock throbbing within Samantha’s clutching pussy, her trembling arms wrapped around me, her thighs still shaking as they caressed my sides. For a few moments we lay still, softly touching and caressing each other then…
“THE VOICES!!” Samantha cried in alarm, “What are the voices?”
I pressed my finger tips lightly to her temples. This quieted the voices and calmed her.
“Those are the minds of our kin. Each of us can read the thoughts of the others. It can be disturbing at first, confusing, but you can block them out easily enough.” I spoke to her, rather than communicating by thought.
“There were so many of them!”
I smiled as I moved my fingers in circles over her temples, “There, are they going away now?”
Samantha simply nodded, placing her hands on mine.
“Thank you, Thomas, My Prince.”
“And with you, My Princess, at my side, we shall conquer the future.”
We sat and talked the reminder of the night, retiring just before dawn.
“We must rest now My Princess, it is a sleep deeper than any you have known. Are you afraid?”
“With you, Thomas, I will face anything.”
“When we awaken, the sun will have gone from the sky, and we will hunt together.”
We lay on the huge bed, wrapped in each others arms and slept.
Samantha awoke with the burning in her veins that I was so familiar with.
“Thomas, what, what’s wrong? What’s happening to me?” There was a look of terror in her beautiful eyes.
“It’s the hunger my love. It burns in our veins until it is satisfied. You will learn to live with it, or learn how to prevent it, or lessen it’s impact.” I took her shaking hands in mine.
“Here, My Princess, drink of mine for now.” I placed my wrist to her mouth and felt the delight of a woman’s fangs penetrating my veins, sucking my blood.
A few swallows seemed to do the trick. The painful, burning hunger receded. Samantha relaxed some.
“That was so frightening, it felt like hellfire in my veins.”
“The hunger my love, only the hunger. We must hunt tonight, you and I, for you have much to learn.”
I summoned the mist, ”These are my wings of the night.” I told her holding out my hand, “Come.”
The mist carried us into the high forests, deep wilderness. The air was crisp as night fell upon this wooded land. A wolf howled in the distance.
“There he is, calling to his mate.” I said, holding her hand, “This way.”
We moved through the shadowy forest quickly and with sureness of foot.
“This is another of the new powers you have.”
“I feel so invigorated,” she responded moving with me.
The howling grew louder as we neared the wolf. Another howl went up near to the first.
“His mate responds.” I told her.
We quickened our movement, the breeze was in our faces, masking any sound or smell that might warn our prey.
Some distance ahead I was able to see our prey. The male was a large, gray, beast, with eyes that reflected the moonlight as a pale golden glow. But it was the she wolf that made me stop. She was a magnificent white animal. Smaller than her mate, but large none the less.
“Can we feed without killing? I would hate to destroy two such beautiful creatures,” she asked, much the same as I did so very long ago.
“Yes. Yes we can. Stop feeding when you feel the life force approaching the surface and they will live.”
“How will I know?”
“You’ll know. It will be a very strong feeling as it approaches.”
I faded into the deep shadows, Samantha followed suit, and we slowly approached the pair, unseen, unheard, undetected.
The bigger wolf mounted the female, his furred hips humping, and his erect, red penis stabbing. Both male and female turned and hopped, and then he was inside her. The female wolf hand her paws on the ground, holding herself and his weight. The male thrust and thrust, his forepaws clutching the female's waist as he mated. We waited a few more heartbeats, for the passion of the wolves to rise.
The wolves didn’t sense us until we had pounced on them and our fangs were sinking into their veins.
They struggled briefly, but soon fell victim to the swift loss of blood. As I pulled the male wolf away, his stiff red penis slipped out and hung in the air as it softened. I lowered the wolf to the ground to lay on his side. We both drank deeply of the hot, wild blood. There is a certain quality to the blood of a wolf, not unlike that of a virgin. It is richer and more nourishing than other animal blood.
We withdrew leaving ourselves fed, and the wolves alive.
“Come my love,” I summoned the mist once more.
We traveled to an alley in the middle of the town. I wrapped my cloak around Samantha’s bare shoulders as we waited in the dark.
“Why did you let the wolves live?”
“I have taken the life of a wolf, and of a panther. There was a feeling that passed into me as I consumed their life force, a sadness, a melancholy, a sense of tragic loss. It was as if the day of the panther and of the wolf was drawing to a close. I have slain neither since.”
Samantha understood, then a movement caught her eye.
“There my love, a man approaches.”
“Yes, a drunkard, by the look of him. He’s all yours Samantha my love, let him be your first prey.”
Samantha knew what to do, and how to lure her prey into the snare.
She moved to the mouth of the alley and hummed softly until the drunk looked up at her with rum reddened eyes.
“Who, who are y - you?” he slurred.
“I am your fondest dream come true,” Samantha purred letting the cloak fall open to reveal her fantastic body, shining like polished ivory in the dim light of the street torch.
As she glided into the alley, the drunk, mesmerized by her eyes and beauty, followed. He had no choice.
They were deep into the shadows when Samantha opened her arms wide and enfolded the man in them. Concealed by her cloak she slid her fangs into his neck and drained him. In a matter of moments she opened her arms again, and a drained husk fell to the ground.
“Let’s get away from here,” she urged, now afraid of detection.
“Don’t be afraid. There’s no one here who can harm you.” I comforted her as I moved the dead body to the back of the alley.
I took Samantha in my arms and softly kissed her, “We could return to the brothel, you could feed on some of the patrons.”
She looked at me, not sure if I was joking or not.
“Of course I would feed on some of the ladies there.”
She knew then that I was joking with her.
“We could go there though,” her expression grew more serious. “There are a number of patrons that I would very much like to prey upon.” She looked at me, “And there should be a new madam and pimp there. It doesn’t take long for another worm to take over the dung heap.”
Even without the wings of the night we reached the brothel quickly and without being seen.
We could hear the music and laughter coming from the seedy house at the end of the road. Lights shown through the heavily draped windows, but above the music, above the laughter, we heard Antoinette scream in agony.
We both recognized the sound at once, Samantha started running for the door but I stopped her.
“Wait, we have better means at our disposal.” I summoned the mist and as we stepped into it, we assumed the aspect of the wolves we had fed upon earlier.
“Won’t they be surprised?” Samantha said, as she became the white she wolf.
Surprised indeed! Two of the more well to do gentlemen of quality were busily beating Antoinette savagely. Her face was bruised and cut, her nose smashed and gushing blood. Her screams had dwindled to the whimpering of a dog that has been beaten senseless.
The girl on the bed didn’t even notice us as we appeared, her clients most certainly did however, as two large wolves sprang from the strange mist and cornered them.
Samantha was the first to return to her natural form. One of the men recognized her and cried “Witchcraft!!!.”
When I appeared, they both fell silent.
I captured the mind of one of our victims and bade him stand there in silence.
“I’ll see to Antoinette, you may have your way with these two,” I told Samantha.
The girl was almost unconscious when I got to her. Her bruised eyes were almost closed, her nose still bleeding, as I licked my fingers and applied my saliva to her facial cuts. I looked over the rest of her. They had whipped her, not with a teasing whip, but a horse whip, and they had whipped her brutally. Her back was a crisscross web of angry welts and cuts. Blood seeped from them and I licked each of them, trying to speed the healing process.
Samantha approached her first victim, and took his small, limp penis in her hand. She stroked and caressed him, fondling his balls and licking his nipples to arouse him.
His fear was so great, that even Samantha’s skilled ministrations seemed to be having no effect.
She looked over at the second man. He didn’t seem to be suffering from the same disorder as his companion. Samantha noted that his cock, while small, was at least erect. She led both men to the bed, positioning the limp one on his stomach, the other on his back.
“I will show you ecstasy such as you have never known before,” she purred, her eyes promising, her body tempting.
She knelt between the man’s legs, with her lips near his erect member. Her breath was warm on the erect flesh before her. She put her hands on the man’s thighs and placed her red lips on the head of his cock.
He moaned as she drew him deeply into her hot, sucking mouth, her tongue pressing the shaft as she took him into her throat.
I watched in fascination as her head moved up and down, one hand playing with his balls as he moaned in heightening pleasure.
His fingers tangled in her hair, but she pushed them away. She would control this, to its predestined conclusion.
“There is a blood rich vessel running along the thigh,” I instructed her.
“Yes, My Prince, I can smell it.” She continued sucking her victim’s cock until he was at the peak of arousal, then she brought him over the edge.
He cried out in pure ecstasy, his cock throbbing in Samantha’s mouth. At the height of his climax, she swallowed and quickly pulled her mouth from his pulsing organ, and sank her fangs into the blood vessel in his thigh. He arched his back in increased pleasure, and his cock spewed one more strand across Samantha's cheek. She eagerly drew his life’s blood out and drank it. As his life force passed into her, he breathed his last and collapsed back on the bed.
Licking her blood stained lips, Samantha pulled her finger across her cheek, collecting the strand of cum, and pushed it into her mouth. She turned her attention to the other man.
“He’s the one that beat her so badly, I recognize him,” She took the whip in her hand and stood over him.
She beat the man, the whip falling on his back again and again. Red welts appeared, then cuts, blood first oozed, then ran from his lacerated skin.
I watched in amazement at the savagery of this woman’s vengeance as she continued to beat him for several moments more.
“His blood isn’t worth drinking,” she said with total contempt as she threw the whip aside.
Then regained the aspect of the female white wolf, and commanded his mind, “Roll over and face me,” she ordered.
The naked, bleeding man rolled over. His face went white with terror, tears were streaking his face as he began to plead for his life.
Samantha ignored him as her muzzle teased his small penis.
“NO! NO! PLEASE!” He cried as she opened her jaws and bit down.
The man screamed in agony as the wolf bit through his penis and testicles, severing them from his body leaving only a torn and bloody gap between his legs. As Samantha was regaining her human form, she spat the severed parts onto his bloody body.
“He’ll be dead in a few moments,” I told her. “Do you want to watch him die?”
“No, My Prince, he’s not worth even that.”
“What about her?” I indicated Antoinette.
“Can we bring her with us?”
I smiled and lifted the girl in my arms, before summoning the mist.
In seconds we were in the larger guest bedroom.
I placed Antoinette on the large bed and left Samantha with her as I called for Sassy.
“Sassy will take care of her.” I held my hand out to Samantha, “Come, My Princess.” I led her into the Master Bedroom.
When I stripped the cloak from her body and stood back in rapt admiration. Hers was the body of a woman. Carved from a single piece of ivory, smooth and without flaw. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like the curtain of midnight, dark, silky, glistening in the candle light. Her eyes shone with the gleam of sapphires, with flecks of gold dancing in them, and a fire blazing behind them.
“My Prince is far too clothed,” she whispered, and unfastened my cloak. to let it fall to the floor.
We fell naked onto the bed. Samantha, still excited from earlier, took me into her wet, hot mouth. Her lips caressed the shaft of my swelling cock as her tongue swirled about just below the swelling head. Her delicate fingers fondled my balls as her head moved up and down, her sucking mouth drawing my raging cock deeper into her until it lodged in her gripping throat.
I shifted, and pulled her to lay over me, with my head between her smooth thighs. The scent of her filled my nostrils, her perfume and passion. My lips brushed her soft, moist curls. I felt her shiver at the contact, then suck harder on me and moaned deep in her throat. She spread her knees and lowered her pussy to my chin.
My tongue flicked over her moistening slit, probing the delicately pouting lips that were now parting slightly to admit my questing tongue.
The tip of my tongue stroked the nib of her swelling clitoris, again she trembled as the sensation flowed through her body. As my lips sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue rasped over it… teasing it, exciting it. I caressed her with my lips and tongue as she moved her head still faster up and down my raging cock.
I filled my hands with the firm cheeks of her ass, squeezing them, kneading them. My tongue began moving in and out of her willing pussy, like a small cock. We fell into a rhythm, my cock in her mouth, my tongue in her pussy each moving in and out in a syncopated tempo, never leaving her body empty.
Her juices began flowing, slowly at first, then faster as her climax grew closer. Her thighs trembled, and her hot, wet pussy grew tighter, as her mouth tried to suck the cum directly from my full tight balls.
My own orgasm was building within my belly, a growing tempest, a storm of epic proportions. My balls screamed for release, my cock strained to fill her mouth and throat completely.
At last her climax exploded, and her juices flowed like a river over my tongue and into my thirsty mouth. I drank her down, devouring every drop, savoring every drop as I thrust my cock up into her mouth and allowed the pressure of my own orgasm to release.
My balls surged their contents into the rigid shaft of my cock. As she sucked, my cum boiled, surging upwards to burst from the head and pour down her thirsty throat. She swallowed and swallowed, with her mouth and throat squeezing my cock.
Samantha relinquished my throbbing cock as her orgasmic pleasure flowed over and through her. I could feel her body still shaking as my tongue continued to twist and probe.
My cock was still hard, still hot, still ready. I pushed her aside, on her hands and knees and scrambled to my knees. "I NEED you, My Princess." I moved behind her and between her feet, placing the head of my raging cock where my mouth had just been, against her hot, wet pussy.
“YES! I WANT YOU!” She moaned, spreading her knees further.
With one push, my rigid cock sank deep inside her. Her inner muscles clutched the length of my shaft as I began to thrust back and forth into the wet, velvet haven of her body.
“AAAHHH!” She gasped, as I buried my cock within her, forcing the air from her lungs with the fury of my thrust.
My hips began moving faster. She clawed at the bed sheets and push back against my thrusts. We moved in a frenzy of passionate abandon. Each trying to draw the utmost sensation from the other and passing it back. Our bodies were like a violin and bow, perfectly tuned, in complete harmony.
The music of her moaning caressed my ears, as the feeling of her lush, wet, pussy caressing the whole of my cock.
Faster we moved, my cock sinking deeper inside her with each thrust, my balls slapping against her clit.
Guttural moans of passion emanated from her throat as she threw her head from side to side. Her eyes blazed with lust as she bucked and writhed, grinding her hips wildly against me, drawing my cock deeper still into her seething hot pussy. Clutching my stiff cock within, she arched her back and moaned loudly as her body began to shake under the convulsive force of her climax.
As she was exploding around my cock, my full balls emptied their treasure and it surged upward, spurting from the head of my cock, like an erupting geyser. Hot cum, poured into her clutching pussy, her inner muscles milking the shaft of my pulsing cock as more cum poured from it, mingling with hers.
The incredible pleasure of our orgasms lasted as we continued to move with each other, my cock still buried within her passionate body as she squeezed and clutched me, sending new waves of ecstasy coursing through me.
As our climax subsided, I was spent, my balls totally empty. We collapsed and rolled onto our backs, gulping for air, our bodies flushed with the heat of our passion. Samantha’s breasts heaved with each breath she took.
We lay there in silence for long moments until there was a soft, timid knock on the door.
“Yes?” I called out, my arm underneath Samantha’s shoulders.
It was Antoinette, her face still bruised, but her cuts had healed and she was able to move around.
“Thank you Samantha, thank you milord. You saved my life tonight. I know they would have killed me.”
The girl looked at us with curiosity and some fear in her young eyes.
“Come sit by me Antoinette, I won’t hurt you.” Samantha patted the mattress beside her.
“She may stay with us if you would like her to.” I told Samantha, knowing what she was thinking about. "But do not think of taking her into the clan just yet. Tomorrow night I will show you how to enthrall her. Tonight she needs to rest.”
She replied to my mind, "Thank you My Prince. She has always been a friend to me.”
Samantha asked out loud, “Antoinette, why don’t you stay with us? You can live here and be safe. Thomas will protect you, as he protects me and his sister Bess.”
“Thank you milord.” She addressed me in a subservient fashion. “But I’d be a burden.”
“Nonsense." I commanded, "I’ll not hear of it. You’ll stay here, at least until your mended. Then we’ll talk further.”
“Thank you sir and Samantha.”
“Now come up here and rest, “ Samantha said softly.
Samantha took control of the girl’s mind and bade her sleep, to sleep until she was awakened by one or the other of us.
Antoinette’s eyes closed slowly as she drifted off.
Gently, Samantha laid her on the bed, then kissed her tenderly on the brow.
“She has known so much tragedy and hardship in so short a time,” she whispered in my mind, stroking the girl’s hair.
I gathered Samantha into my arms and we both fell into our sleep.
As night once more approached, I was awakened to the touch of my sister’s lips on my rigid cock. I opened my eyes and saw her sucking me, while Samantha’s head was buried between Bess’ legs. Samantha, also on all fours, had her ass in the air, to accommodate Edward, who was energetically fucking her, his hips moving quickly as he pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy.
Bess’ lips caressed my cock as she moved them up and down, her tongue pressing the huge vein along the underside of my raging cock.
While I was being pleasured so well, I decided, on a whim, to awaken Antoinette and see if she would like to join in.
The young prostitute opened her eyes as she woke, then rubbed them in disbelief when she beheld the erotic vignette being displayed on the bed beside her.
“Straddle my mouth, let me pleasure you.” I said, a request, not an instruction.
“Oh yes, sir,” she said, huskily as she moved her lush young pussy onto my mouth.
My tongue licked her, up and down her sodden slit, caressing the soft petals of her delicate, pouting lips. Her clit was already swelling when I stroked it with my tongue.
“OOHHH!” she moaned softly when the tip of my tongue caressed her clitoris then dived into her willing pussy.
The girl reached up and cupped her full breasts, thumbing the nipples to erection. Her hips moved back and forth on my mouth, rubbing her moisture into my lips and face as my mouth sucked her eager pussy.
I drew her swollen clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.
The girl shook with pleasure.
My tongue fluttered over it, caressing it, stroking it, rasping over the tip of it.
Antoinette’s young body was wracked with waves of pleasure as my lips and tongue paid homage to her hot, wet, hole.
Bess’ mouth, too, was busy as she licked, kissed and sucked my cock, taking the head deep into her throat then drawing it out again, so her tongue could caress the shaft just below the head, then lick the pearly drops of pre seminal fluid from the small slit.
As Edward pounded his cock into Samantha, it pushed her mouth harder into Bess’ waiting pussy. This, in turn spurred Bess on to even greater effort sucking my cock. As I grew more stimulated, my mouthing of Antoinette’s wet, hole became more and more energetic.
Our orgasms were like a chain reaction. Edward exploded into Samantha’s waiting pussy, she responding with her own climax, was urged to more vigorous tonguing of Bess’ willing body, this drove Bess over the edge and her bursting climax made her suck my cock harder until I too, erupted in an explosive climax.
My mouth devoured Antoinette’s young pussy, sending her into a whirlwind of orgasmic bliss.
Five mouths, three pussies, two cocks, all satisfying the other in some fashion as our little line of hot, sweaty bodies reveled in their monumental orgasms then collapsed, together, spent, yet invigorated.
“And who is this My Brother?” Bess asked, eyeing Antoinette’s lush body.
She is a guest, My Love. Perhaps she may join us, perhaps not, this is not decided yet, but she will be safe here until it is.”
The hands-off warning came through clearly, and Bess didn’t object.
I bade Antoinette to sleep once more then beckoned Samantha.
"Feed from her now. Do not kill her, but feed well.”
“But she is my friend, I…” she protested, but looked at Antoinette with a hunger in her eyes.
She placed her lips to her young friend’s throat and drank, deeply, stopping just as Antoinette’s life force was surfacing.
Samantha sat back on her heels licking her lips.
“You will do this twice more, the third time on a night of the full moon,” I instructed. “This will enthrall her to you, yet she will retain her mortality. She will be at your beckon call, but will otherwise remain normal.”
Samantha smiled, “I don’t want to take her life, she’s been too good a friend. Thank you Thomas.”
“And now, we must hunt!” I announced. Taking Samantha by the hand, I summoned the mist, and four of us went into the night.
New Beginnings
Antoinette eventually joined us, Samantha acting as her mother, and our clan grew. Over the years we moved throughout the growing country.
For a time we dwelled in the New England colonies. Unfortunately Bess and Antoinette both drew the attention of the local witch hunters and we were forced to flee.
Religious fervor was like a plague that was spreading over the land. We elected to travel west to the great river, then south to the French territory of Louisiana.
Here we prospered and our clan thrived.
As the decades passed we grew restless. Edward and Bess wanted to remain in New Orleans, Samantha, Antoinette and I decided to move on and traveled to Virginia. Here we bought a plantation near to the coast and settled down once more.
But it was the late 18th century by now and the colonies grew restless under the boot heel of Great Britain and the mad King George. In Boston, a shipment of tea had been thrown into the harbor, in Philadelphia talk of independence was being made, the seeds of rebellion had been sewn, and revolution would be the fruit borne.
“Thomas, you must join our cause,” the portly gentleman in the spectacles demanded. “You control ships, mills, a great empire here in Virginia. You could lend your considerable influence to us.”
“Ben, I am not against you. Lord knows I’m no Tory, but what you are suggesting is an overt act of treason. No colony has ever revolted against Britain and survived.”
“Yes. We may all hang. But remember, Britain’s other colonies can be reached by armies on FOOT. We must be reached by armies over the sea!”
I looked doubtful, “You mean after the armies that are already here are destroyed?”
“YES DAMNIT!” He swore, “We will be fighting for our own homes, on our own soil. We CAN destroy the King's armies!”
His passion was evident and sincere. Here was a man whose intellect I respected, I held in awe actually, suggesting that we could cast off the yoke of empire and survive. Had he gone mad? Or was there really a chance of success?
“What you ask is not something I can agree to without due consideration. It nears dawn, Ben, and we have been talking and drinking all night. Let us get some sleep and we can discuss it this evening again. Perhaps I can decide by then.”
Antoinette entered the room just then.
“Antoinette, please see to our guest’s comfort.” I rose and we left the study.
Samantha was waiting for me when I entered our bedroom.
“You’ve been busy my love,” she embraced me, the heat of her passion warming my body.
“Ben is an interesting man, very bright, very imaginative and devoted to a cause that borders on either pure madness, or pure genius.” I went on to explain Ben’s proposal as Samantha busied herself undressing me.
She drew my shirt from my body and dropped it as I rambled on, then tugged my breeches down and threw them aside.
She silenced me with her lips, as they took the head of my growing cock and sucked it into her hot, waiting mouth.
The feel of her tongue as it pressed my shaft combined with the caress of her soft lips, a pleasure of indescribable intensity wracked my body. She sucked my stiff cock deep into her throat, trapping it there as her lips and tongue continued to make love to my imprisoned manhood.
Waves of ecstasy flowed though my body as Samantha cradled my quickly filling balls in her soft hand, gently fondling and caressing them. I stood there, my legs wobbling, as I looked at her kneeling before me, her head moving as she drew my cock in and out of her hungry mouth.
I took her head between my hands and held her as I thrust my hips toward her, driving my cock into her spasming throat. Her free hand gripped my ass, pulling me to her, forcing my cock as far into her throat as it would go, knowing that I was on the verge of orgasm.
My legs shook as my balls began to spasm, sending hot semen flowing from my cock to pour freely into Samantha's eager throat.
Her lips and tongue caressed and milked me as she swallowed all the cum I had to give her. She sucked greedily, wasting no drop.
I fell back upon the bed and Samantha joined me, eagerly licking any trace of semen from my deflating cock.
We lay there in silence for a few moments before I suggested, “Perhaps we should look in on Antoinette and Ben.” I smiled.
Samantha caressed my flagging cock and smiled.
Through Antoinette eyes we looked upon the scene.
Ben lay nude on the bed, Antoinette crouched above him, facing his feet. As she eagerly sucked his cock, Ben hungrily dined upon her sweet young pussy.
“They’re enjoying themselves it would seem,” Samantha said, beginning to stroke my cock tenderly.
As my cock began to return to life, we watched Antoinette mount Ben’s cock and slowly impale herself upon it.
Ben, for his part, reached up and fondled her large, heavy breasts, her nipples hard and swollen.
Antoinette moved her hips forward and back in a slow, languid rhythm, one that made Ben’s heart beat faster as he neared climax.
Antoinette knew that while she was permitted to feed upon him, he was not to be taken, nor was he to be allowed to die.
We watched as Ben neared the ultimate moment. Antoinette's sharp white fangs appeared as Ben redoubled his efforts, thrusting his cock into her eager body harder and harder.
Antoinette would have to feign her own climax if she was to bring Ben to his own And with the skill learned in the brothel, she did just that. Her moans of pure ecstasy would have convinced the most jaded that she was in the grip of a most intense orgasm. Ben could, and would, hold back no longer.
At the first pulse of his climax, Antoinette's teeth brushed his throat then sank deep into his vein.
Ben's body convulsed at this monumentally erotic thrill, his balls lurched as he sent another load of semen gushing into Antoinette's pussy, while his blood flowed into her hungry mouth.
When she had fed, Antoinette sat up, Ben’s cock still gripped by her body. She threw her head back, moaned with an animal intensity, announcing her sexual frustration as well as the satisfaction of her blood hunger.
“She’ll be in here in a moment,” Samantha whispered, “expecting one of us to satisfy her.”
As I turned to Samantha, the door to our room opened.
Antoinette stood naked in the doorway, thin streams of blood staining her sensual mouth. “His blood is hot, rich,” She licked her lips and saw my expression, “He lives Thomas, he will sleep deeply until this evening, but he lives.” Her hips swayed as she approached the bed, “But my blood still boils, he has excited me and I need fulfillment from our own.”
She approached Samantha and embraced her. Their mouths met, Antoinette's hungry and demanding, Samantha's soft and giving.
I watched the two women caress and touch each other, intimate touches, stimulating caresses, fingers probing as their lips and tongues slid together. As they lay down, their heads between each others outstretched legs I was treated to the sight of two beautiful bodies entwined in a hot, passionate embrace, heaving breasts, hard nipples, quivering buttocks, pouting pussy lips, moist with dew.
The scent of womanly lust filled the room, and I found myself growing excited as well. My excitement growing even more when I felt Antoinette's soft hand grip my swelling cock and begin stroking it, gently leading me between her legs, as Samantha hungrily ate Antoinette's hot, wet pussy.
I pushed the bloated head of my cock next to Samantha's mouth. As Antoinette wiggled her hips, Samantha covered the head of my cock with her lips, and her tongue swirled at the large vein running beneath my stiff cock.
Antoinette raised her head, lifting her mouth from Samantha's burning pussy. "Fuck me," she moaned.
Without further hesitation, I slowly drove my stiff cock into Antoinette's waiting pussy. Her inner muscles gripped my cock as I buried the rest of it deep in her steaming pussy.
As I fucked Antoinette, my balls hung in range of Samantha's tongue, which now alternated between Antoinette's pussy, and my balls.
Despite my earlier climax, I was not going to be able to sustain this level of stimulation too much longer. Antoinette had a wonderful pussy, and Samantha had the most talented tongue. Between the two of them, they could bring a statue to orgasm.
When our orgasms arrived, it was loud, tumultuous, almost to the point of being violent. Our bodies spasming as our joint sexual climax erupted.
My cock pulsed and throbbed as I pumped my hot sperm into Antoinette's wet pussy, her muscles clasping and milking my cock as I held it inside her. Finally, my cock began to deflate and slipped from her hot, tight grip.
As we lay sprawled on the huge bed, Samantha rested her head on my chest, her soft hand caressing my limp cock. "Dawn approaches, My Prince," she whispered.
Antoinette cuddled up with her head resting at the juncture of Samantha's silken thighs.
We slept thus until the sun began, once more, it's retreat from the night.
As you may have surmised, I elected to join Ben and his band of rebels. I financed a small fleet of Privateers to harass the ships of the Crown. They were reasonably effective in the waters off Virginia. During the war, and the years that followed it, Ben and some of the others, were guests at our house, where they were always treated to the attentions of Antoinette, and on occasion, Samantha.
As Ben, and the others, grew older, and we did not, it became difficult to remain in the center of Virginia Society. We liquidated our holdings and traveled south, to my ancestral home in Georgia.
"I had guessed, you know?" Ben informed me as we sat sipping brandy the night before I headed back to Georgia.
"What had you guessed Ben?" I already knew, but I wanted him to say it.
"You, Antoinette and Samantha. How you never aged, always young, strong and vital." He paused, "I envied you. I almost asked you, on a number of occasions, to allow me to partake of whatever magic kept you so young."
I took a sip of brandy and a puff on my cigar. "Whatever magic? But Ben I thought you'd guessed more precisely than that."
" I did, but even I couldn't accept it, there's no such thing."
"No such thing as WHAT, Ben?" I demanded with a smile.
"Vampires," he said, a sheepish look in his eyes.
"Are there not, Ben? Are you so certain that you were wrong?"
The End
I, Vampire - Chapter 3
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