ANgela D Brown
Group ID: embracethevampires

Diary of Aphrodite: One of my immortal alter ego's. This is her journal on thoughts, feelings, personal experiences, reflections, and her love for Razial.
Entry: Four
I try to take my mind away from Razial today, and focus on what is going on here at home.

Staring out upon the hillsides, watching the darkness fade into a fog of greys. The scent of morning dew and thickness in the air of its moistness, I feel a shiver across my arm. "The ghost has come home from haunting", I think to myself.

It was a morning ritual I had come accustomed to. Just as we vampires sleep the day away in our coffins, the spirits gather in and disappear to places unknown within the castle. I often wondered how such roudy quarlesome entities of the night could become so silent and invisible so suddenly. I fear the servants think me possessed, to watch the ghosts play there taunting games with them. Inept mortals, if they could see the spirits laughing at them they would feel so dumb indeed.

Syndora possessed this gift, and I envied it. She would be there within my site and grasp in one moment and at the bottom of the courdour within an eyeblink, laughing at my clumsied searching for her. We would spend hours playing the night away with Marco Polo and Hide and Seek games. Here she is hundreds of vampire years of age and she still acts the child.

Morning draws nearer so I retire to the hidden chamber of my quarters, to rest in my sarcophagus. As I ascend the stoney staircase into the darkness hidden from the sun, candle light flickers lit my path dimly, gradually growing brighter as I near the end. Then suddenly I reallize the candles must have been Syndora's doing, for scents her jasmine sweet aromas tickle my nose as I enter the chamber. Her chamber ajoining mine, I started to knock on her door, to thank her for lighting the way for me, and decided not. She oftens goes to rest earlier than I, and would surely be asleep by now.

Returning to the coffin I noticed Razial's picture lying atop it. Another thoughtful gesture from my vampiress friend. Picking it up the first touch of the silver frame was chilling as if it had been sitting upon the windowsill of my quarters in the night air. I feather my fingers across the image of my lost love, tracing the outline of his lips, recalling the sink of my teeth into his mouth, then his to mine. The taste of our mingled blood upon our entertwined tongues, still was as fresh on my lips as if it were just last eve. Looking into the eyes of the portrait I could see a glimpse of the eternity in his eyes that I always allowed myself to get lost in, during so many passionate love stares.

Then my eyes move to the sarcophagus. Placing my hand across it, I recall, my first joyous night in this castle was spent inside it. Razial had it crafted for us just before we arrived here in Ireland. "A perfectly secluded spot for a castle" I thought, when we arrived here. If he knew how many tresspassers I have had servants chase off or fed from, he would be furious. Some hunters, tresspassing the land full of prey who became prey themselves. He had hoped we were safe from intruders, yet near enough villages and cities, that we would not have the need to search to feed. He had made it perfectly clear on our move, that we would not take the life of any we fed from here in this place. We would dillusion them and take the blood we needed, then leave them to live. Thus, hendering any rumors of vampires and keeping our existence here secret. Thinking he had decided this out of sympathy for the humans, now I know, he knew they would be searching for him.

I ran my hand across its polished oak wood, pausing to circle the engraved letter R in the center. It was a beautiful carving. The workmanship and detail screamed old world nastalga. I placed my loves picture in frame on the bedside table and began to push back the top of the coffin. Normally this was a heavier task but it moved with much ease this night. Looking down upon the ivory satin linings, my eyes saw the most beautiful site. There lay Syndora, playfully smiling at up at me wearing nothing but a heavy silver doorkey about her neck and a makeshift chastity belt, designed from knights armor, she more than likely ran across in the cellar with all the other antiques stored there. I removed the top so to see her completely.

"What's this?" I asked amused.

"You've neglected me for days now, Aphrodite" She replied. "I know you must need me, but since you have been so cruel, I have decided to punish you."

I crawled up into the coffin beside her. Looking at her beautiful golden wavy hair curled upon her full breasts I was immediately arroused. Her stomache smooth with a hint of her navel peaking out from the metal she had crafted around her. I wanted to run my tongue across it and tickle the small portion of navel within eye view, teasing further, as if my tongue were trying to reach what was hidden beneath the silver garment. I longed to sink my teeth into her inner thigh and hear her shriek of pleasure. She was right, I did need her. I would have gone mad by now, these many years alone without Razial, searching for him, had it not been for her. I would have poisoned myself as a human, or drowned myself in the river, if she had not been with me. I indeed needed this Enchanted Vamp that lay naked before me. But at this moment I needed her entirely, to be consumed in her sensual fire. To loose myself in her intoxicating tastes and hypnotizing scents.

"I have not ne..." I began but was hushed instantly with her finger upon my lips.

"Yes you have,,, so now you must say the magic word before I will let you have the key to this belt. If you don't guess the magic word then you don't get the key."

Laughing to myself at this proposal, I noticed the glare of sincerity in her peircing whiteblue eyes. Her lips pouted in her attempt to keep me from seeing through her playful game to her hurt feelings. This childlike display arroused me even further. She truely felt I had been unattentive to her needs. I decided to play along with her game. Watching her hardened nipples peering out from her golden locks, begging for my mouth to surround them, to moisten them with my kisses, I would have done anything she asked of me.

Taking her finger from my lips I offered her "Yes my love, I understand". Running my finger along the length of hers, "This night you will feel quiet the opposite of neglect" I smiled with a cunning grin. "Is this the secret word?" I asked, pulling her finger back to my lips and tracing the tip with my tongue.

"it's m,m,mag,,, ic,,, word,,," she gasps out between breaths of excitement. I slowly inserted the slender finger into my mouth, gently sucking and twirling my tongue about it as if I were locked in a kiss with it. Her chest was heaving now, causing her locks to fall to the side, exposing the fullness of her ample breats. Then pulling the finger from my mouth I lay it horizontal my lips and slowly insert my fangs into it, drawing just enough blood to make her beg me to take more. Then released it back to her.

Fumbling her fingers up to the key she barely whispers a "it will do" clumbsily trying to loose the chain from her neck. The candle glow reflects from the shiny key and metal covering, casting lightening affects upon the chamber walls. Romoving the key from her neck and handing it to me, I feel her hands shaking. Perhaps she did not expect her attempts to seduce me this night would be rewarded. Perhaps I had withdrawn myself from her more than I had reallized. I shifted my place in the coffin, between her legs to remove the metal from her bottom. The lock is old and rusty, and the covering only closed around her, it does not actually block any attempts to reach her. I could have easily slid my hand up into it if I had wanted to do so. She is so like a playful youngster in her adult games of pretend. She knew the covering was open ended, but wanted to play as if she could actually keep herself from me.

Finally loosening the lock and diplacing it, I open the garment to free her. Then I toss it aside and feast my eyes upon her total nakedness. Noticing the delight in my eyes, she spreads her legs to offer me view. Seeing her there, spread out before me as a sacrifice to a god, offering herself to me, I am overcome with pleasure. My heart began to fasten in pace and I can feel the hunger growing with each second I view her. Yes I hunger, not a pain of my stomache that needs fed, not the ache within that screams for blood, but an equally strong hunger. An ache that moistens my body with juices, perspires my forehead, and sweatens the palms of my hands. An ache that causes the quickening pace of my heart and the throbbing on a deeper level that yearns for satisfaction to be spent and rest. Aches and longings that only Razial could bring to a more intense level than this.

The sensual seductress before me, running her fingers along her breasts, beckoning me. Moving her hand across her smoothness and down to her legs spread out before me, she takes her fingers and opens herself to me. Graciously I accept her invitation and bury my lips to her, consuming her love liquid as a dog suffering in the summer heat laps at a bed of water to quinch his thirst. I thirst for her. I feel her body shifting, her back arching towards me, pulling herself upwards I back away before she has spent her love for the night. Slowly kissing the inner creases of her thighs I ease down to a smooth spot to take blood. Finding an area only inches from the love fountain in which I just drank, I sink my fangs deep into her subtle skin and begin to drink of her.

A sudden scream of pleasure echoes through the chamber. I feel hands tightly about my head pressing me tightly to her.

"Give me taste of it," she pleads. Feeling I have took my fill, I raise my lips to hers and offer her taste of her own blood and juices upon my mouth. She takes the liquids from my mouth, then sinks her teeth into my neck to take of me. Wildly her body is rubbing against mine in a subconcious effort to satisfy itself. Her fangs in my skin I can feel the transfusion of my blood flowing to her. My eyes roll back the pleasure is so intense, I cannot resist and I begin to return her motion and rock against her. She begins to fitfully untie my gown from the back removing it and placing her hands around my bottom, pulling me ever so tighter to her. Our thighs rocking together in a mad fit, I pull my neck from her and lift myself to gain view of her beautiful breasts bouncing below me. Then further I view her open legs, and thrashing pelvis glistening moistness in the candle light from our arrousal flowing over to one another. Now our rocking becomes more of a rythmic dance and our bodies slide across each other wet and slippery. I fear I will exasperate before her, but then her moans intensify, her hands tighten around my bottom and she begins to press me slower yet harder and I know she is almost spent. The sound of her moans and the sight of her nipples hard against mine, I slide my hand from her shoulder to her hair pulling it slightly enough to force the finish of her.

Her body loosens and her passionate tremors soften and wither. I lay beside her and view her glowing smile, still childlike as if she just told a secret of much worth. She raises herself to me and runs her hand between my legs gathering juices and blood split over from her to me during our contact. Taking her hand she licks the palm and fingers clean offering me none. "You did not finish?" she inquires of me. Knowing that this night should be about she and not I, I lie and tell her "I am finished".

"You lie!" she exclaims hurriedly straddling above me as if to force the truth from me. "I know when you are finished,,, and you are not finished" she says knowingly. "And how do you know this?" I question her. With a smirking grin upon her lips she announces, "The same way you know when I am spent."

She then slowly began kissing the top of my breast, cupping it ever slightly. Moving her mouth lower to my hardened nipple sucking it gently as my breasts rise with each heavy breathe, as I pant still heated from the ectasy just moments before.

And my mind drifts back to a time before time it seems, when we were mortal slaves sneaking into one anothers chamber for moments of pleasure like this.... Razial.. suddenly his face appears in my mind and reallity comes crashing down upon me. Syndora knew it almost instantly and held me to her. I returned her embrace and we fell asleep forgetting all that exists. Closing my eyes my mind can only think on Razial, and I dread to dream. So I begin to think again on my mortal slave days... and I remember...