by Dani April
The room was large and elegant. It was the only part of the castle that showed the signs of his material wealth. There were two sixty-inch TV screens mounted on opposing walls. Large stereo speakers were in the four corners of the room. A computer with dual monitors was set up in a sitting room off to one side. Thick, colorful carpeting adorned the floor. Landscape paintings decorated the walls. Several wingback chairs, a large couch, and a cozy love seat looked inviting in the far corner. In the center of the room on a raised dais was a massive king-sized, four-poster bed. The headboard rose to the ceiling and was carved in oak with ancient hunting scenes.
Peter took up a remote and brought Bach’s Suite No. 1 playing over the speakers. The classical music filled the room. Peter aimed the remote at one of the TVs, and she was surprised when her own cable network flashed on the screen. It was a taped rebroadcast of the afternoon market wrap. She knew the two anchors who were presenting it.
“I first saw your face on that screen,” he told her. “You were interviewing the CEO of a hedge fund. I knew at once that you had been born just for me…and I for you.”
She wasn’t for sure how to answer him on this and so decided to say nothing. Looking at him in this setting, watching him inside his real home, he suddenly looked like an ordinary man. He was dressed in expensive clothes, with an expensive watch, expensive shoes, and a gold necklace hanging down his half-opened shirt. He was a handsome man, but just a man. He looked to be in his late twenties. He didn’t look a thousand and twenty.
“Over there on that computer I composed the first e-mail to you, asking that you come and stay with me for the seven day interview.” He looked down. She thought that he was sad. “I’m afraid I don’t have any food or beverage for you in here. As you must know by now, I can’t eat your kind of food.”
“Are you even a human being, Peter?” she asked him.
“I was a man once,” he answered.
Rebecca moved further into the room and had a look around. She was surprised that she found it comfortable. Perhaps she thought this because her network newsroom was displayed on the TV. At her side, she looked down at two golden hounds proudly guarding the entrance to the sitting area. They were of a solid gold make just as his necklace was. She reached down and patted one of them on the head.
“Those are casts of the two best hunting dogs I ever had.” He watched her as she perused the room. “Those two accompanied me on every hunt during their brief lives in the seventeenth century.”
She looked up at an oil painting hung above her on the wall. It depicted people in old-fashioned dress seated in a beautiful meadow as the full moon shined down upon them. The man depicted in the center of the piece was clearly Peter.
He strolled over and viewed the painting with her. “This was rendered in the eighteenth century. Don’t fool yourself into thinking I was as satisfied as the artist drew me. I felt lost even back then.”
He looked down at her. Reluctantly, she came up to meet his eyes, but they were still normal. Apparently now that he was sharing everything with her he felt no need to put her under the hypnotic trance. Anyway, as he had already explained, she was his prisoner due to the vampire blood that still coursed through her system.
“What are you thinking, Rebecca?” he asked her.
“I thought you could read my mind?”
“No…not right now.” He looked away from her and back to the oil painting hanging over them. “I know you are afraid. That is only natural. I’m sorry I have been the one to bring you that fear.”
“Why is it that you say you love me?” She looked up at him, hoping for a straight answer. “Is it because I look like or remind you of a woman you knew five hundred or a thousand years ago?”
“You don’t look like or remind me of any woman I’ve ever known.”
“When you say love, are you referring to a sexual desire for me?” she probed him, knowing that his insane love for her was the reason she was in so much danger now. “When we first met, even before you put me in the trance, I thought you were a real good-looking guy. If all you’re trying to do is get me into bed, there are easier ways to do it than scaring me half to death and threatening to kill me.”
“I have lust for your body and what’s between your legs.” He sighed and turned back to her. “But it’s not lust I speak of when I say the word love.”
“We just met each other the night before last, Peter. We don’t know each other.”
“Sometimes one reaches a point in life when they are ready to love, when they are ready to open themselves unreservedly to another without hiding anything.”
She cleared her throat and moved away from him, over to a corner where Bach was still pumping from the overhead speaker. “I was with Tex and Ramos today.” Even under these circumstances, her face flushed red when she admitted this. “They told me you were a good guy. They told me how you saved both of them from bad circumstances in life. They also told me how you’ve had women out here before, how you’ve all had sexual encounters with them.” She paused and made her voice firm. “But they told me how the women all got to go home, that none of them died. I guess you just hypnotized them, or whatever it is you do, and they forgot everything other than they’d had some really great sex with handsome men.”
“I think perhaps Tex and Ramos talk too much,” Peter said, although he didn’t seem to have any anger behind his voice for the two men.
“No. They just wanted to help me.” She chanced approaching back to his side of the room. “Peter, I’m asking you to do with me what you did with those other women. After you bit me, my hormones have gone all crazy.” She was still afraid of him, but bringing up her courage, she reached out to him and took up one of his hands in her own. “Sex is all I can think about now. I want you to take me to bed. I want the two of us to spend all night together…” She was going to say making love, but considering how he felt and how much danger that feeling of his put her in, she changed the phrase at the last second. “I want the two of us to spend all night fucking.”
He reached out and took both her hands in his. She felt once more how strong he was. “I apologize for being thoughtless. I should have brought a bottle of wine and a meal down here with us. That might have made it easier for you.”
“I’m not hungry for food.” She became brave and looked him square in the eye. “The vampire blood in my veins is way more of a turn-on than a glass of wine would be.”
He was looking at her. She had never seen that look before. It took all of her courage to keep standing there in front of him. He was not putting her in a trance, but that look out of his eyes—that look was dangerous. It made her feel like she was trapped in a cage with a beast.
“Don’t worry about me, Peter,” she reassured him, although her words were more to comfort herself. “I’ll fix myself something to eat in the kitchen tomorrow morning after we’ve spent the night together. Right now I’m not hungry for food or wine.”
He bent to her and caressed her lips softly with his own. “Good…” His voice was husky and low. “Because I am hungry now…” And he began kissing down her neck. She held his shoulders and braced herself for what was to come.
* * * *
She fell back onto the sheets of the king-sized bed. Peter had made quick work of getting her naked. When she spread her legs, he was between them instantly, his breath hot against her bare flesh.
He kissed down her thighs, his tongue tasting her, his fingers caressing. She reached down and ran her fingers through his wavy black hair and held his head there between her outstretched legs. He was taking his time. He had said he had an eternity to spend with her, and he was taking the time now to kiss down her legs, making his way slowly toward her soaking-wet pussy.
She threw back her head and looked up at the ceiling. There was even artwork mounted up there in this luxurious room. She watched a painting of knights in suits of armor riding off to battle on war stallions. She had to check herself to make sure she wasn’t in another
trance. But no, she wasn’t. This was just pure erotic ecstasy she was allowing herself to feel as the gorgeous man between her legs kissed ever closer to her open sex. Of course she had a new dose of vampire blood flowing through her after the bite he had just given her moments before, and it was working its magic, making her body come alive with unbridled sexual hunger.
Then a little pin prick went into her thigh. It was not painful and only added to the moment of passion. But even in her sexual frenzy she could determine what it was. Peter was making a meal of her thigh. He was biting her, taking her blood and mixing his own fluids with hers inside her body. He was a mere inch from her spread pussy lips, and she could feel him sucking her. When she cried out, it was not from pain, only from the pleasure at the climax he was slowly driving her toward.
As he sucked on her thighs, his fingers found their way to her pussy entrance. He caught hold of her clit and brought it out, loving it with his gentle touch. She closed her eyes, shutting out the knights in shining armor and let escape a long moan from deep in her throat. Her naked body tensed back down into the soft mattress against the unbearable pleasure. Her fingers pulled tighter against his hair and would not let him move until he finished his job down there.
He pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger with just the right amount of pressure and brought her a sudden climax that sent bright light showering before her vision. Then he left the first thigh. Briefly he licked her lips with his tongue, causing her orgasm to prolong and intensify in midstream. The pinprick again on her second thigh, the sucking sensation, and the pleasure at the intimate touch kept her pussy in the orgasmic state.
She pushed herself into a sitting position on her elbows. “Peter, let me have you, too,” she called to him between panting breaths. “I need to taste you now.”
He stared up at her from over her pussy mound. Without speaking, he nodded that he understood her and stepped back. He slowly finished unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he was staring at her body. Rebecca hoped he was admiring her. He cast aside his shirt and left the gold chain to dangle around his neck. Never taking his lust-filled stare off of her body, he expertly unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them.
He stood before her naked, his massive cock pointing straight up toward the knights on the ceiling. Moving backward on the bed, she made room for him. He crawled onto the bed with her, and this time the beastly look of pure lust on his face thrilled instead of terrified her.
Reaching down, he helped her to sit upright on the mattress. Turning her around in his arms, he lay back onto the bed. A gentle tug from behind told her he wanted her to sit back down. She spread her legs over his face and lowered her pussy to his open mouth. His tongue began lapping at her clit and then parting her lips. He sucked her bud out into his mouth.
She squirmed on top of him. The motion caused her to fall forward across his prone body. His huge cock lay swollen along his stomach. She used her arms to reposition herself and then reached out to take his cock in her hand. She brought the head to her lips and planted a loving kiss on the hood. Before she could go any further, she was forced to let out a gasp as she felt his tongue part her pussy lips and explore down her inner passage.
The powerful muscles of his cock seemed to take on a life of their own as she inserted it into her mouth. His cock seemed to grow in size as she let him slide down her throat. Her lips pursed over him, and she was sucking him, her tongue playing with the crown of his cock and underside, her head starting to bob up and down and take up rhythm in time to his eating of her pussy.
The first drops of pre-cum soaked into her tongue, tasting like nectar. The vampire fluid in them went straight to her brain and taking her to heights she never before imagined could exist for her. The first taste was so glorious she began to suck him harder, pumping his hardened cock and milking him. More cum trickled out of the tip. She licked it off the cockhead. She cupped his balls in her hands and began squeezing them, trying to force more liquid out of the tip and into her greedy mouth.
Every ounce of cum she sucked out of him was a small drop of magic in her mouth and increased the sensitivity between her legs. A new orgasm was building from between the contracting muscles of her pussy as he kissed and lathed her already dripping wet entrance to perfection.
She could feel the huge muscles ripple down his nude body and knew she was getting to him every bit as much as he was to her. From between her legs, she heard a growl escape his throat that turned into a tortured groan. His balls drew together tightly in her hands, and his cockhead continued to spill drop after drop onto her tongue.
The next she knew, he had wrestled her onto her back just as his hungry mouth was causing another intense contraction to rip apart her pussy muscles. For a moment, his cock popped out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath and ended by screaming in frustration when she realized it would not help. The pleasure-giver his tongue had become for her would not stop, would not let up. His lips and even his teeth toyed with her clit
She was about to go over the falls, and she knew she had brought him to the precipice along with her. Now it was time to fall over the side. She took him back in her mouth, her lips spread wide to accept his girth and her tongue coaxing his soft underside. His tight and overflowing balls slammed her face, and he was fucking her mouth. He was plunging down her throat, but she opened and relaxed for him and refused to gag.
He was about to climax with her. A terrifying thought gripped her before she came. If only a few drops of his cum on her tongue had caused her such agonizing passion, what would happen to her after he shot his wad down her throat? From the feel of his balls hammering her face, there was going to be a lot coming out. Would she overdose on him and die? Maybe this was how he was going to turn her into a vampire. Perhaps this was her last moment of life. Was she ever going to be able to return to the world of the living again after this?
She had no time for her silly fears as her orgasm was starting to overtake her again. This time it was truly unbearable. Her cries were stifled by his cock down her throat.
He pumped her mouth savagely, forcing the back of her head deep into the softness of the bed sheets. From between her legs, he let go a terrifying howl.
Then she felt the white-hot jets streaming down her throat, coating her tonsils, filling her mouth. Oh God, she had been right about one thing—there was so much of him to come out.
When he pulled back out of her, she swallowed his cum down her throat. Another orgasm tore through her. Now with her mouth unencumbered, she was free to scream. She let out the loudest and longest scream of her life. In the lair of the vampire, there was no one to hear her scream.
She lost consciousness, and her dreams were as lustful as her reality.
Rebecca had entered a new world. She didn’t feel she could be human again.
Chapter Twelve
When she woke, she lay cradled in Peter’s arms. She felt totally at peace with her surroundings. She squeezed his muscled, hardened, naked body next to her own and felt true bliss. Although she was coming out of a deep sleep and had no idea what time it was, her mind was clearer than it had ever been in her life. All of the evil in the outside world could not hurt her when she was in Peter’s bed and in his arms, and she knew she was absolutely safe.
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she returned the kiss, placing her lips on his chest. His hold of her body tightened and pulled her in closer to him under the covers, and she gladly snuggled against his warmth.
“What time is it?” Her voice was muffled by his chest, which she used as a pillow.
“Just after four.”
This felt so normal. She felt so normal. She was warm and comfortable, and for just this one moment, she didn’t have a care in the world. She had crawled into her own private little island that happened to be Peter’s bed and shut the rest of the world out behind her.
“You know, when I was in college, I used to sleep in every Saturday morning.” She felt like sharing so
mething of her life with him. “Normally I was worn out from the sorority party the night before. It was the one time of my week I could have all to myself. My favorite Saturday mornings were those when it rained. It was real peaceful just like now.”
“You were all alone in your little dorm room?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“I watched vampire movies on TV.” She laughed and buried her face against his chest and felt hidden beneath the thick layer of covers. Then she became serious and chanced a glance up at his beautiful face. “Are you a killer, Peter?” she asked him and began to fear the answer before the words were even out of her mouth.
“Yes,” he said simply as if the answer stood without even saying it.
Her heart fell in her chest, and she felt an urge to move away from him, to get out of his bed and run far away from him. He only held her tighter in his grip. She knew struggling was out of the question.
“As a vampire, how many innocent people have you sucked the life out of so you could drink their blood and continue your life? How many other innocent people have you condemned to the hell of having to live as a vampire for all eternity?”
He laughed at her words and used his hand to pat her back soothingly, forcing her cheek back down to a rest on top of his broad chest.
“In my natural life, I was a warrior and I killed dozens, perhaps even hundreds, on the battlefield. That’s what soldiers do. They still do it in the twenty-first century. It’s either kill or be killed. The choice is obvious. I fought for the lord of my land. I believed in his cause. Sometimes I was cruel. I never wanted to be. But it is the way of fighting men. During the time I was born, men had few choices in professions. Being a warrior and testing your courage and valor in battle was considered the height of manhood. I rose up from the low station of my birth to become a warrior and fight for my land and the people I cared about.”
“That was when you were a man?”
