Domynique Arrives

Author: Domynique Wu Chin Isadore

Date: 06-24-04 18:29

At the base of the forest he stumbled.

Briefly blinded by the dense foliage. He never knew how far he had travled or what direction he was traveling in. He just wanted to get away.

He made his way through the trees moving more and more smoothly through the trees like liquid. Graceful and fast he moved quickly.

He stopped and caught his breath before moving on again. He stopped to listen to the birds sing their chorus and soon joined them. His liquid, chrystaline soprano floated toward and above the birds as it was carried on the winds. It seemed as though he were Orpheus charming the woodland creatures and all of earth.

Everything seemed to stop to hear him sing. He stopped and smiled to himself before moving on.

He came upon a small clearing in the forest and would have gone by had he not paid attention to the fact that the scene before him seemed slightly discolored. It was like what he was staring at was there, but then again it wasn't. He looked harder at the view of nothing more than other tree's and it seemed as though his vampiric sight pierced through and he observed a large and stately manor.

Being more curious than careful he made his way toward the clearing and found himself passing through only to find himself standing before a large and stately manor.

His breath caught and he just glared.

As his gaze perused in the brilliance of this manor he saw that someone stood on the wide stone stairs beckoning to him.

He began to walk, his senses on already. He soon came to the wide, sweeping stone staircase and was greeted by a handsome but obviously older servant.

"Good evening Sir." The butler said smiling. "We expected you more than an hour ago. The Countess de Chrys saw you in a vision and she's had me standing here waiting for you to pass through that clearing just as she saw in her dream."

The young man stood their, Briant noted, rather oddly seemingly changing from man to woman an back and forth.

"What a strange man he is." Briant thought to himself.

"May I ask your name sir?" Briant asked as he escorted the young man inside and toward the parlor of the Countess.

"My name is Domynique Isadore." The young man replied in a velvety, smooth contralto of a female.

Briant raised and eyebrow and went on leading the way.

"You will be taken to see the Countess right now once you've had a chance to change and clean up..."

Seeing his expression upon Domynique's face, Briant spoke again.

"The Countess has arrange for your clothing already."

"Alright sir, then lead the way." Domynique replied, in his normal melodic and creamy baritone. Once again Briant raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he led the way.

The great double doors of the new Crimson Kiss Manor closed once more on a new arrivee; only this time who was this mysterious young man and what was he here for?

Telling Truths

Author: Elsa von Spielburg

Date: 06-24-04 18:52

"Mother, I think Elsa will need our help. Do you think she would be able to? I think I hurt her more than I realized. She might be anemic." Vladira whispered to Yvain.

Yvain looked at Vladiraand nodded in agreement. Then, I spoke."I am, Vladira. I...I should have told you. Please don't be mad with me."

She smiled and consoled me. I had begun to feel at ease. Even around Countess Yvain. She was a very nice woman. We had talked for a while, the Vladira whispered to Yvain again about "....what will it do to her?"

I told her "I'll chance it, Vladira.", and both women gasped. They were startled at my answer. I was willing to find out if they could help me. And Vladira agreed.

"Mother, I must do this alone. I have come far since Vladmir's influence has left me. Please, allow me about an hour or so."

Yvain nodded slowly, but I could see she was quite worried. She kissed Vladira on the forehead, then left the room. She walked to the bedroom door with the grace of aristocrat. How beautiful Countess Yvain is. As is Vladira. I felt something within me change, now, Vladira would help me even further.

The bedroom door closed, and Vladira went and locked it. She turned to me and sighed. "This will take some time, Elsa. Please do not be offended by what is need to be done. I fear we must be a bit more...intimate."

I stood up, shaking a bit, but slowly nodded. "I'll do what I can, Vladira. Please, help me."

She removed her outfit, then walked over to me. She helped me disrobe and she then led me to the bed. I had looked around to see how large it was. She helped me climb onto the bed and set me down. She moved the pillows around, and leaned back against them.

"Come over here, Elsa, and we will begin." She whispered.

I slowly made my way over to her, and leaned against her. She looked into my eyes and smiled. I felt all fear leave me. She obviously knew what to do.

"What so I do?" I asked.

She smiled. "Watch and see."

I watched as she brought a hand up to my lips and gently caressed them. She used her fingers to open my mouth, then I looked down to watch her make a small slit on her right nipple.

"Take what I have taken, Elsa."

I watched as her blood began to seep from the wound. I wanted to turn away, but, something made me move towards her. I closed my eyes, and then my lips closed around the wound. She hummed a tune I didn't know and gently rocked me back and forth. After a few minutes, I began to feel better. The weakness gone, and my senses awakened!

Vladira then gently pushed me away and helped me set back up. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Feel better?" She asked.

I nodded slowly. "Yes. I feel different though. Not like before. I can sense you within me. How?"

Vladira put a finger under my chin. "You are between kindred and mortal. No longer a servant, but more. You are my twin, so to speak." I whispered.

I got up and looked into a mirror. She was right. I had changed. We were more like sisters now. But, we were also different. I felt something about her that I couldn't explain. It wasn't quite a ravenous hunger for her, but, for something else. No, more for someone else. But who?

Utterly Alone

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 06-25-04 17:24

Alone in the Manor, for the first time since she became kindred. Not that she was ever alone in the first place, but this was surely the first time she felt all alone in who and what she was. She had to excuse herself from her conversation with Damiana, not for the fact to be rude or seem cold, as she was interested in the travels the vampiress had taken, but she started to feel as if the walls were closing in on her. Belladonna was there...and she wondered if they would even speak again. She stood in the bathroom, stripping the clothes from her body, staring at the steaming and near bubbling bathwater as it filled the ornate marble bathtub. She thought of Belle, and her position as mistress back at the manor. There was a tinge of jealousy in her, as at first, she was shoved into the position of mistress of the old manor, then yanked back as just another resident. It confused her in a way, but she didn't care at this moment as her pining for her beloved Guillaume seemed relentless.

She stepped into the soothing bath, the scent of lilac filling the air as the oils oozed down into the water. Her pale skin instantly burned a reddish hue as she sat back, closing her eyes, and seeing the face of her lover in her mind. Her fingertips grazed the inner thigh as she thought of their many trysts in this very replica of a bathtub in which they made countless hours of love. A ragged sigh escaped her lips as her fingers stopped mid-thigh. Any sensual thoughts of her sire were in vain, as the self satisfaction she would acquire thinking of Guillaume would only lead to more pining within her body. Desperation would only sink her into a deeper depression as she thought of her beloved, and she hadn't hunted since she left his side. Her stomach rumbled and she sat up in the bath, cleansing herself of the earth in which she traveled to reach this manor.

As the bath had finished, she changed her clothes and moved to the window, opening the curtains to look across the blackened mountainside. She sighed and lowered her gaze speaking quietly. "I need you Guillaume."

As she heard activity in the hallways she turned and looked over her shoulder, unmoving from the windowsill. Perhaps she would re-join the other vampires in the manor, and the new scents to her nostrils indicated there was fresh blood at the manor. But she was no longer the mistress of this manor, and her services would not be needed. She felt very alone at this very moment, and she was not entirely sure that feeling would escape her during her stay at Crimson Kiss.

Mutual hunger

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 06-26-04 14:05

Introductions were made, and he was as cordial as could be, even though his thoughts were only of Bianca at the very moments during her socialization. As she whispered in his ear 'I hunger for you.', he grinned and urged her up the stairs, only offering a faint wave of his hand to the gathered guests, including the mistress of the house. He hoped that none would notice his growing arousal beneath his trousers, usually black hid such a thing well enough, as he pulled Bianca further, heading towards what used to be their permanent room.

He opened the door, and looked quickly across the room, everything seemingly the same, only with a newer scent to it, and wondered how Belladonna acquired the same decor as the old house. There were a few differences, nuances that stood out like the fabric of the curtains that seems to have a newer sheen to it, and the candles that were obviously new and carried sweet scents. But his eyes gazed at Bianca, as she looked around as well. A wicked grin parted his lips and he grabbed her by the shoulders, rather harshly, and spun her around to face him. He pressed his lips tightly against hers, taking in a passionate kiss while walking her back to the bed. It was no surprise that her resistance was next to none as he pushed her back, finally hitting the side of the bed and pushing her back against the mattress. Quickly, he untucked his shirt, pulling the buttons open as he climbed on top of her, his lips feverishly pressing against the flesh of her neck and lips, his hands, roaming up her outfit, as if exploring her body for the first time all over again.

Ah...Lunch!

Author: Damiana

Date: 06-28-04 08:16

Damiana and Laura looked down at the two humans in the car, both rather obviously excited, as were their soon-to-be devourers. Still panting shallowly, cat-like, from the run they had had from the Manor to here, they were waiting the right opportunity, the proper moment of distraction, in which to pounce. But Damiana found herself watching her companion rather more intently than she watched the couple below them in the car. Flushed with the run and the excitement of hunting, probably also with the anticipation of the kill, Laura's cheeks had taken on a glow that made her look nearly mortal again.

She turned her head at an overheard groan from the vehicle below them, and see's the girl in the car sitting up and wiping her mouth. She rolled her eyes. "Well! Now that she's had her fun, what say we have a little of our own?"

It took a few seconds for Laura to reply and, concerned that circumstances in the car may have changed, Dami looked down the cliff, only to see the girl, whoever she was, pulling her skirt up, exposing herself. "Mmmmm...." Laura sighed, "what succulent morsels shall become our feast. And so juicy! Tell me, my dear Damiana, do you have a preference, or shall we share our entrees... family style, as they say?"

With a wicked grin, Damiana turns back to Laura. "Why it's only polite to share, isn't it? And if the last few years have taught me anything, it's been the importance of politeness. Why don't you pick first?"

Feeding his beast

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 06-28-04 09:41

Hampton had enjoyed the oral ministrations of the girl he was with. Lisa? Kim? Oh right, Amber. It didn't really matter did it, she was enjoying it, and so was he. It was a mutual hook up.

He looked over at her and noticed that she had pulled her skirt up, exposing her delights to the night air. Her silver thong had long gone since he had met her in that club where he taken them off her as he had tasted what she had to offer in a dark corner. Hampton enjoyed the image as she circled her two fingers around her hard bub before slowly sinking them inside herself.

Amber bit her lip and tilted her head back as her hips began rocking against her hand. Hampton just hoped that the wetness dripping from her would not ruin his seats, but other than that, he was enjoying the show. She looked over at him from � closed eyes with a blissful smile. "I want you again Hampton."

Damn! But did this girl turn him on. It was only a few minutes since she had she had drained me, but before he was aware of it, previously lagging "Henry" had come back up to play. He knew people thought it funny that he was named, but a former girlfriend had called it her "Oh, Henry" after the candy bar because she said it was as addictive as chocolate. He reached down and began coxing himself--though it really didn't take much coxing--back up.

With the other hand he pushed his seat back as far as it could go.

"Not like that Hampton," she said, "I have a better idea."

He watched her get out of the car and did likewise. She walked to the front where she bent over, placed one hand on the warm hood and slipped the other hand down to her own warm hood.

He grinned as he moved up behind her, throbbing, wanting her. He could feel her slickness on the tip as he brought it up between her thighs. He could see her paleness of ass where the tan lines ended in the moonlight.

Amber sighed audibly as he slowly entered her from behind. She was just how he liked them, tight, hot and wet and Hampton began moving his hips quickly. It did not take long for her to begin matching him, pushing her hips back thrust for thrust.

There was a sudden loud snap and Hampton thought he saw a shadow moving out of the trees.

Finally at Home

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 06-28-04 10:16

Belladonna entered our room with us, but Davis seemed to not take notice. His hunger for me was apparent. As he ravaged me on the bed, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Belladonna watch with longing eyes at the way Davis took hold of me.

He pulled his shirt off his body, which sent my hunger to a rising passion for him! I looked to Belladonna as Davis climbed on top of me, kissing my neck and chest. "Come, join us, Mistress..." She moved carefully towards the bed, then climbed on to sit next to us.

I managed to sit up, with Davis still on top of me. Holding my body up with one arm, I put my free hand on the back of Belladonna's neck and pulled her close to me. Her breaths were short and rapid. She seemed almost nervous, but more likely excited. I gently kissed her lips and laid her down beside the two of us. This freed my other hand, that I used to move to Davis' waist line to remove his pants. I was getting attention from two different sides, something that had never happened to me before.

Davis stood to allow his pants to fall to the floor. The heat of his now swollen member loomed above me as he climbed once more on me...but he was now above both myself and our Mistress. I saw a feral grin pass his lips as he looked down upon us.

An idea crossed my mind and I sat up before Davis could pin us both down. "No, my love, allow me..." I said to him. He obliged, laying down on his back beside Belladonna. Straddling Davis' right leg and Belle's left, I sat above them, removing my clothing. Davis' breaths were deep in his desire for me. I wanted so to please them both at once...and this I would do.

After removing all my clothes, I moved to Belle and slowly, teasingly, removed her clothes for her. Once I felt the heat between hers and Davis' legs, I eased myself lower upon then. With my right hand, I felt in between her thighs and felt her legs quiver with anticipation. I gently kissed her stomach, then moved to Davis. I kissed just above his naval.

"You are both mine for tonight. Enjoy it, my darlings!" Almost simultaneously, I inserted my fingers into the writhing Mistress, and wrapped my lips and mouth around Davis' hardened penis. Both moaned in ecstacy. I moved in rhythm between both vampires. Slowly easing my fingers in and out of Belladonna's womanhood and caressing Davis gently with my mouth.

They both writhed in their pleasures as the passion rose to its full extent. Within minutes, they both reached their peak...I felt Davis' release fill my mouth, as Belle's trickled between my fingers. I continued to move and caress them for a while until they were both aching in pleasure...

When I finished, I sat up and smiled down upon them both. "Both so beautiful..." I leaned down and kissed them both, one at a time, on the lips gently. I still hungered for them. I wanted to feel Davis inside of me...I wanted to lavish kisses upon Belladonna. I did not want out moments to end yet.

I moved in between them and laid back on the bed, spreading my legs for Davis, as I looked to the exquisite Mistress. With my left arm, I pulled her close to me, showering kisses upon her. I felt Davis climbing on top of me. I raised my legs and spread them a bit further for him to know he was invited in. Suddenly, in a wave of heat, he thrust himself hard inside me.

"Ah!" I groaned loudly, letting him push harder and harder into me, sending me into pure ecstacy.

As he throbbed harder into me, my kisses to Belladonna became more harsh. I felt her lips caress mine, then moving to my neck and jaw line. My hand found the Mistress's thighs once again and moved between them. As she kissed me, I, again, caressed the lips of her most private region. Davis pressed harder into me as he heard both Belle and I groan with pleasure. The heated passion surged through my body as I inserted my fingers into Belladonna once more. Moving my fingers fast and in a circular motion, Belladonna sat up and arch her back with her climax, clenching her eyes shut, letting out a feral moan.

I saw as Davis watched our Mistress come once more. A smile passed both out lips as we watched her. This was one form of happiness I had never had the pleasure of experiencing until now.

I rocked my hips under Davis, thrusting him deeper inside me. He rocked harder and harder, moving his lips now to Belladonna's breasts, gently licking her erect nipples.

"Perfect bliss..." I whispered...not long before reaching the point of total sexual desire. "Oh my God!" I shouted as I came...shortly feeling Davis come inside of me. With one final thrust, Davis kissed Belladonna's breasts, then her lips. He then kissed my lips, letting his tongue explore mine. I released my fingers from inside the Mistress and let my hand fall to her lap.

The three of us lay on the large bed together, legs and arms strewn arimlessly about one another. My breathing began to relax as I closed my eyes. "We are home..."

Appetizer

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 06-28-04 14:00

"Why don't you pick first?" Damiana offers in response to Laura's question as to which of the young lovers they will each chose for their dinner.

"Okay," Laura agrees. "But I'll remember what you said about sharing. Endless variety, after all, is the spice of eternal life." She decides she will start with the girl, then maybe trade if Damiana seems interested. Although most Kindred enjoy rather universal tastes when it comes to passion, Damiana came to Crimson Kiss in the company of a man. Laura does not want to assume anything and place her new friend in awkward circumstances.

"You circle around to the far end of the wayside," she suggests to Damiana as they watch the couple gets out of the car and the girl bend over the hood. "Unlike that boy down there, I prefer a frontal approach."

Laura slips down off the ledge and moves silently toward their prey. Just before she emerges from the darkness of the tress, she again hears the young man groan climactically, "Oh... Amber!"

"Hampton..." his girlfriend, Amber, sighs with the familiar combination of the delight from intercourse, and the disappointment at knowing that once again, her boyfriend could not prolong it to allow a true sharing of simultaneous ecstacy.

Laura chooses that moment to emerge from the forest and into the silver moonlight. Hampton's eyes are closed and his head drooped as he regains his breath. Amber, however, sees her immediately, her eyes widening with surprise, then fear, then embarrassment. Laura instantly locks her gaze into the girl's shocked stare, commencing a hypnotic process she has spent the past five years perfecting.

Perhaps it is tonight's return to the Sanctuary, but whatever the reason, a feeling of nostalgia settles over Laura. As she begins slowly walking toward her next victim, she recalls the first time she employed vampiric mesmerism to secure a meal.

Laura entered the library looking for seclusion. She found Camilla instead.

"I was just cleaning up in here," Camilla explained, tilting her head toward the smashed table and spilled pile of books at her feet. "It looks like someone had a bad accident."

Camilla frowned at the bloodstained mess on the floor, then looked back up suddenly as if remembering something. "Can I get you something to drink? Narcissa said I should... um...."

Camilla's face revealed her own distress at assuming a servant's role. Laura shook her head in fascinated amusement. Narcissa clearly had already taken dominion over Camilla, just as she had upon first meeting Laura. Laura wondered if all Vampiresses had such powers... maybe even herself.

She had to find out!

In the movies, Vampires could hypnotize people by staring into their eyes. Was that all it might take? Laura stepped slowly toward Camilla, doing her best to keep the girl's gaze locked on her own.

"Yes... Narcissa," Laura intoned as deeply and charismatically as she could manage. If Narcissa really had taken control over Camilla, then invoking Narcissa's name might help Laura do the same. "She can be quite persuasive. She is so charming... So beautiful... so sexy."

Laura stopped at arm's length from Camilla. The girl seemed fixated on her stare, but she could not be sure. Laura continued, testing different aspects of her suspected suggestive powers. "Narcissa and I have been lovers, you know. You would not believe the ecstasies I have known in Narcissa's bed. Someday you may know them yourself."

Laura could not judge the blank expression on Camilla's face, but her breathing seemed to deepen, although if it was from lust, shock, or something else, Laura didn't know.

"That is the wonder of this place... You can indulge your every whim," Laura suggested as she casually reached out and brushed her right hand through Camilla's hair, letting it loose from behind her ear. Camilla did not react to Laura's touch. She seemed lost in the depths of Laura's eyes.

Encouraged, Laura stepped closer. Again she stroked Camilla's hair, but then let her fingers wander to suggestively caress Camilla's ear, then brush her lips.

"Please... don't... I'm not like that...." Camilla whispered, but her eyes remained locked into Laura's stare.

"Neither was I," Laura chuckled torridly. "Then I came here... Then I met Narcissa...."

"Narcissa..." Camilla echoed, her voice a desperate moan, confirming Laura's conclusion that Narcissa had somehow trapped this poor girl under her spell, just as she had once done to Laura herself.

"Yes, Narcissa," Laura repeated lowly, gazing even deeper into Camilla's eyes. Just to see what might happen, Laura's hand lightly caressed down Camilla's neck and over her breast. She could feel Camilla's nipple harden through the thin fabric of her halter top. "Narcissa... I know how it feels to need her... to want her... to crave her. Imagine how it would feel to have Narcissa do this."

Laura's hand slid over Camilla's stomach and inside the front of her jeans. The slightest tug of vampiric strength popped the waistband button and split the zipper.

"No..." Camilla groaned her last protest, but her body betrayed her as Laura's fingers parted the wet folds of Camilla's most intimate flesh to explore her hot depths. Together, they sank onto a couch. Laura leaned forward to french-kiss Camilla even as Laura's fingers thrust more forcefully inside of her.

It hadn't been Laura's intention to seduce the vulnerable young woman, but her memories of the incredible sexual ecstasies she herself had shared with Narcissa, her burgeoning predatory sensualism, and the scent of Camilla's arousal overwhelmed Laura with irresistible lust.

Camilla did not return Laura's passion, but neither did she resist, as her body automatically responded to the pleasure Laura's fingers bestowed upon her. Laura did not mind Camilla's ambivalent passivity. With her mouth pressed to Camilla's full, red lips, other lusts took hold of Laura.

Laura kissed her way across Camilla's cheek, under her ear, and down to the side of her neck. Laura could feel Camilla's carotid pulsing against her lips. Driven by vampiric muscles, even Laura's still human incisors had little trouble slicing through Camilla's soft skin and into the artery.

"Oh! Narcissa..." Camilla moaned as the pain from Laura's teeth and the pleasure from Laura's fingers merged somewhere deep inside her to create an overwhelming sensation that surpasses both agony and delight, leaving Camilla blissfully unaware that she was fatally bleeding into Laura's hungry mouth.

"Narcissa..." Camilla again sighed, much more weakly now. Laura didn't mind that Camilla fantasized about another. She was content to be drinking Camilla's blood, while complying with Violet's mandate that she always put her victims' pleasure first. With that in mind, Laura slid a second finger inside of Camilla, while using her thumb to caress the firm nub of flesh that is the ultimate source of womanly ecstacy. It did not take long for this to reach its ultimate goal.

Camilla's orgasm made her heart race, lethally accelerating her blood loss as the last of her life pumped down Laura's throat, inciting Laura's own sensual climax. Thus, as Camilla came, she died; and as Camilla died, Laura came.

Camilla's lifeless body tumbled from the couch, upsetting another small table, sending a crystal vase crashing to the floor. Laura slumped back, licking her lips as the last shudders of her own orgasm subsided. She opened her eyes and numbly regarded the havoc wrought by her carnal appetites.

She had done it again, lost control of her burgeoning cravings for sex and blood, and thereby killed a person who did nothing more than become a convenient object of her overwhelming lusts. Before Laura could grieve, she heard someone at the library door.

Laura stood, turned and saw Violet there. Laura knew Violet could not see Camilla's corpse behind the couch. So, at first, Laura could not comprehend the discontentment and emotional exhaustion manifest on her lover's face.

"He's gone," Violet stated tonelessly. Laura knew she could only mean Union. Laura comprehended her pain, and the Vampiresses rushed together, enfolding each other in a desperate embrace as Violet's voice broke in remorse. "I don't know if he will come back."

Laura felt no cause to celebrate the departure of her sole rival for Violet's affections. She only lamented the sorrow the loss brought to Violet. Laura hugged her more tightly.

"Promise me you won't leave me," Violet sobbed into Laura's shoulder.

Laura stroked Violet's hair and whispered soothingly into her ear. "There, there, Darling. I will never leave you, I promise. I don't know what drove him away, but please never doubt that nothing will ever force me from your side. I love you, and I'll always stay with you, for as long as you'll have me."

The import of that promise echoed through Laura's soul. Her self-loathing inflamed by what had just happened with Camilla, Laura had been trying to decide if she could live this way, killing others to sustain herself. Now, she knew, she had no choice. She must go on, even as a murderess, because Violet needed her, and Laura had promised to sustain their love forever.

These memories bring a smile to Laura's face as she approaches the startled couple bent over the hood of the sports car. It amazes her to think that just five years ago, only her love for Violet motivated her to accept her newfound immortality. Now, while her relationship with Violet remains central to her being, the limitless ecstasies possible only through life among the Kindred are themselves more than ample motivation to continue this dark existence.

Out of the corner of her eye, Laura sees Damiana emerge from the shadows behind the young man, and chuckles when the other Vampiress purposely steps on a thick twig.

The young man turn around, his softening organ bobbing in the moonlight. Damiana doesn't bother with hypnotism. She seizes the hapless boy, pinning his arms behind his back, while clamping one hand over his mouth and turning him back toward the car. He has to watch in silent helplessness as Laura steps up to his curiously immobile date.

Amber is only outwardly calm. Inside, she is fully aware of her compromising position, bent over the hood of a car, her naked bottom suddenly cold in the nighttime mountain air while her lover's hot juices ooze from her to trickle down the inside of her bare thigh. She knows she shouldn't be seen like this, especially by the obviously wise and sophisticated woman who found her here engaged in this indiscretion, but try as she might, Amber can't figure out what she should do next. She is totally befuddled. Her mind is suddenly empty. She finds herself sure of only one thing: That any answers she may need can only be found behind the pair of eyes locked on hers... eyes that, since she first saw them a moment or a lifetime ago, have become her whole universe.

In fact, three pairs of eyes watch Laura as she strolls almost casually up to the front of the BMW: Damiana observes with amused appreciation; Hampton stares with confused shock; and Amber gazes with entranced awe. Only Amber's eyes move, following Laura's, as Laura crouches down next to the car and casually rests her arms across the hood.

"Hello Amber. I'm Laura." The girl's eyes widen even further with the astonishment that this fascinating lady somehow knows her name.

"He's an awful disappointment, isn't he..." Laura proclaims, inclining her head to confirm she refers to Hampton. Her eyes then flash in the moonlight as her gaze bores down to the darkest depths of Amber's soul. "What you need is someone who understands just what women like us need from a lover... How can a man ever know that? Only a woman can really know what you need from a lover... If you want to know the ultimate in joy, you need a woman as your lover... And you want that woman to be me...."

Mysteries Unfold

Author: Vladira

Date: 06-29-04 04:07

Elsa had begun to feel better. As she looked at herself in the full length mirror, she slowly ran her hands down along her torso, slightly turning left and right.

"I haven't felt this good in a long time, Vladira." She grinned.

I sat on the bed watching her. I had no desires to take her, at least not right now, but, to show her what will become of her since she was more or less a halfling. Half mortal, half kindred.

"Elsa, you will be my eyes and ears when I sleep during the day. The advantage of this also is that you won't be confined to the manor when I go out at night. You will be bale to come along with me. No longer a servant, but, much more."

She smiled. "I seem to want something, but, I don't know what. Ever have that feeling?" She asked.

I nodded as I got up and went to stand by her. "Every night, Elsa. I guess I could ask Belladonna if there are any good places to find some "company" around here. Perhapse down in the city."

Elsa nodded. "What type of company do we want though?"

I smiled as I opened the closet and found a couple of outfits. I handed her one that would look great on her, and I took the other. After we both dressed, we went back downstairs and saw Briant going into the parlour. I told him that Elsa and I would be back later, and he nodded.

"Very good, My Lady. Good Hunting."

Elsa looked at me, puzzled. "Good Hunting?"

"That is what we call it, Elsa. You'll catch on to things soon enough. But, since you aren't fully kindred, it will take you some time to learn. Don't worry, I have plenty of patience."

We both drove back down towards the city, and the night life. It was quite busy, what with lines outside of some of the better clubs. Until we found one that caught my eye. We found a place to park, and then got in line. As we waited, some people in the line became restless. Then, a rather large man at the door noticed Elsa and myself. He motioned to another guy nearby and told him something. Then, the other man walked up to us.

"You ladies alone tonight? Come on in then. You'll find this place quite enjoyable."

As the crows protested a bit, the large man looked at them, and they quited down. We were led in and saw a large dance floor, dim lights, and plenty of tables to sit at. We were led to a corner booth, and a waitress took our order.

"Well, Elsa, I think we may have found the ideal hunting grounds." I said, smiling.

She looked around the room and nodded. "I think so, Vladira. So many choices, so little time at night."

Homecoming

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 06-29-04 09:19

"We are home..." Bianca sighed as they all paused to catch their breaths.

Belladonna opened her eyes lazily.

"Yes," she whispered. "This is your home. Not this mansion, not the gardens, but the promise that is Crimson Kiss, no matter where its Sanctuary happens to be built. It is the one place where you can relax and enjoy all the gifts our dark immortality bestows upon us."

Of course, vampiric immortality had its drawbacks. Cut off from those parts of the world that are light, airy and sublime, the Kindred often turned to their fierce sensualism for solace during their long nights together. Thus had Belladonna learned early from Dahlia, her Sire and the true Mistress of this manor (albeit in absentia), to share their limitless love with other Vampires whenever mere conversation felt inadequate, and mutual passions were apparent. Tonight was surely such an occasion.

"Please," Belladonna said as she sat up and gently kissed Bianca. "Allow me another opportunity to welcome you home... to assure you that you will always be welcome here."

Belladonna's lips and tongue moved from Bianca's mouth and down her throat to linger briefly at her breasts, softly sucking each nipple until it rose wet and puckered in the cool air. Belladonna then kissed her way across Bianca's stomach to start tenderly licking and nibbling the tops, then the insides, of her thighs. As Belladonna settled between Bianca's legs, she glanced up to wink at Davis, who watched intently as Belladonna reignited Bianca's passion.

With a smile, Belladonna turned her face back down and started slowly lapping Bianca's tender folds. She was determined to first clean away the mess Davis had left behind before turning her attention to bringing Bianca to the pinnacle of ecstacy. In fact, as she repeatedly slipped her tongue as deeply into Bianca as she could, to draw out her wetness mixed with Davis' jism, Belladonna decided to work slowly and thereby torment Bianca. She paid only momentary, occasional attention to those spots and peaks certain to lead to climactic ecstacy once concentrated upon; just enough to show Bianca what was in store for her if Belladonna would just attend to that business. But then Belladonna would move a bit to one side or another, or withdraw to simple, tantalizing laving with her tongue, each time to louder moans of protest.

Belladonna wondered, if she kept this up long enough, if she could cause Bianca to actually beg her for relief. She had discovered a special thrill when the beautiful woman had called her "Mistress." The thought of Bianca at her sexual mercy made Belladonna shiver in excitement.

Belladonna smiled as best she could around her busy tongue, wondering what Davis would think seeing his consort in carnal surrender to another woman. It didn't seem right to leave him out of this. With her mouth never leaving Bianca, Belladonna draw her knees up under her chest, thereby raising her bottom to a comfortable angle above the mattress. She was unsure if Davis was even interested. So far all his attention had focused upon Bianca. But at least now he had been extended a polite invitation. Belladonna gave it no further thought as she turned all her attention to bringing Bianca near, but never quite across, the summit of ultimate ecstacy.

Beautiful Welcome...

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 06-29-04 12:58

Bianca writhed and wriggled her back at the extreme pleasure her Mistress was showing her. When she opened her eyes, she was face to face with her beloved Davis. She tried to smile, but between wincing in pain and moaning in pleasure, it was a hard task to pull. Bianca raised her arm and wrapped it around Davis' neck to pull him closer to her. Fiercely she kissed his lips, inserting her tongue to allow it to explore and massage his tongue.

"Mmmnh..." Bianca moaned as she kissed Davis. Belladonna continued to tease the vampiress' warm folds with her tongue. "Davis..." Bianca whispered after Belladonna rose to her knees, never moving her head. "Please our Mistress...for me..."

Belladonna lapped her tongue hungrily around the nub, then inserting her tongue savagely, and just before Bianca could cry out in pure ecstacy, she would release her tongue, moving back to her light licks.

"Tend to our Mistress, my love..." Bianca said, in between gasps. Davis moved to kiss her lips tenderly before standing at the foot of the bed behind Belladonna. Bianca saw him caressing the Mistress' hips gently before pushing inside her. Belladonna's laps and licks became a bit more rough as Davis moved deeper inside her.

"Mistress, thou art a delicious torment!" Bianca shouted as she stretched her arms to Belladonna's back. Davis reached up and clasped his fingers to Bianca's as they all rocked in unison. "Release me, Mistress! I beg you!" Bianca was at the mercy of Belladonna. She could not reach the pinnacle of her ecstacy unless her Mistress allowed her to and it was driving her to maddness. Maddness that she adored!

Belladonna moaned under the carnal desire she was receiving from Davis. She inserted her tongue one final time, thrusting it in and out, until Bianca screamed in agonizing pleasure. She gripped onto Belladonna's shoulders, careful not to cut the skin too much (though it would easily heal). Bianca opened her eyes to see Davis behind their Mistress smiling down upon her as she got off.

Belladonna raised her head and smiled at Bianca. "Welcome to Crimson Kiss..." she said. Bianca relaxed in the afterglow of her exciting finish and watched as Davis and Belladonna finished themselves. She sat up and kissed her Mistress gently on lips, allowing their tongues to massage each other gently. Bianca looked up at Davis as she remained kissing Belle. She could see that he was nearing his climax, and from the heavy breaths coming from Belladonna, she, too, was ready to go. They were both of them like ticking time bombs and Bianca was left counting the seconds before they went off.

Almost in unison, Bianca's Mistress and lover reached their climax. The sound of their moans sent Bianca over the edge. It was truly beautiful to hear them. Bianca reached up and gripped the headboard, closing her eyes, listening to their melody.

"Simply beautiful..." she whispered...