The Manor House

Author: Tao Hua Hsiennui

Date: 06-30-04 08:12

T'ao drove her Roadhawk Trike up the mountain road, wondering a little if the couple in the roadster who had oblivioulsy driven past her earlier (and she'd been doing 90) had any idea of what haunted these mountains. She grinned to herself inside her helmet. If they did, silly, she berated herself, we wouldn't be here. She had heard from her Master of what had happened to the old Sanctuary, an object lesson in carelessness, he had told her. She had stopped listening to him soon after that. He had seen well over six centuries (T'ao herself was only two years into "immortality",) and as he was proud of telling T'ao and anyone else who would sit still long enough to listen, he knew how to be careful. As a matter of fact, he was so careful, that he never left the Sanctuary in Wuhan, the capital city of Hubei Province. She'd had to hunt for him, and generally take care of all of his needs until he had gotten tired of her.

Just as he'd done with the girl before her, she'd found out, and the one before that and the one before that. The only real difference was, T'ao supposed, that the other girls had been wholly Chinese, and T'ao herself was an American. Oh, ethnically, she was just as Chinese at those others had been, but culturally she never had been. She'd been born at the Hubei Medical University in Xianning City, Hubei Provence, but soon after that birth, she'd been adopted by a white couple from Wisconsin who (while perfectly able to have thier own children,) had decided to do something about the "disposability" of little girls in China by going on a vacation, and bringing one home as a souvenier. She'd had to hear about it all her life, how important she was politically, how her activist parents were making an important statement about overpopulation and infanticide and gender pressures and...there had been a whole list of them, all of which T'ao had, after a while, happily ignored. Her siblings however, had gotten caught up in that load of bilboard philosophy though. Now they were all proudly like thier mother, tubes tied, married to upper-middle-class "rich" white men, and adopting little unwanted girls from China. Not that any of T'ao's sisters had actually bothered to see any more of China than the big airports in Beijing, Hong Kong and Shanghai. T'ao's own disappearance had seen to that.

She'd gone to China to find out what being Chinese was all about. Oh, there'd been plenty of family trips to the various Chinatowns around the United States, but never any to China that had involved more than stopping off at an adoption agency, picking up the new baby, and getting back on the plane. As the middle child out of seven, T'ao was shocked to later learn that she was the only one out of all of them who had felt that way. To the others it had been exciting, a great adventure. They were going to pick up thier new little sister, oh how wonderful! T'ao herself was the only one to want to leave the hotel, to not sit inside with the other Americans, the other tourists; the only one who wanted to know what it was to be Chinese. She'd gone on and on about it to her father, who she'd always been able to bend, and finally, he'd agreed. If she made it all the way through high school without her GPA dropping below 4.0, he'd buy her a trip to China as a graduation present. She'd done him one better, and graduated a year early, as valedictorian, and with the highest GPA in the history of the school district. And so, at seventeen years old, she had gone to spend a year in China, living with the people who ran the adoption agency her parents had used to find their seven Chinese daughters.

Less than six weeks into her stay, she had caught the attention of one of Heng Wu Chang's 'girls', and dissapeared. The girl, who's name she had never bothered to learn, had dragged her off the street one night, packed her into the back of a car and drove off. T'ao couldn't remember struggling to get out of the car, but that was, she assumed due to one of the more esoteric powers that girl had mastery of. Oh, T'ao knew that if she simply exerted herself a little, that she could probably do the same, but she much preferred to chase her prey down. At first, she'd done so on animals, from the back of horses, although, by far her favorite animal to use was the mule. Something about the ridiculousness of chasing down a farmer on muleback while hearing Wagner's "The Flight of the Valkyries" in her head, or the picture of it that she held in her mind's eye, appealed to her sense of the absurd. Simply put, it made her smile.

But that was all much later. She was in the back of a car, and dimly afraid, but in a passive way, not willing to do anything about it. Soon enough, she was being hustled into a strange building in a strange city, and being presented to a strange man who had promptly thrown her abductor out on her ear, and turned T'ao into his next "eternal" servant. He'd taught her to understand spoken Chinese, although neither he nor T'ao herself had thought it necessary for her to learn to speak it, as neither of the two of them had anything to say to each other. He would speak at great length of how superior he was, and all of his adoring (male) minions would sit around and adore him, while T'ao was out gathering victims for all of them, hunting for herself, or sitting quietly on the floor in the corner, bored out of her skull.

After a while, having figured out what Heng Wu Chang liked in his women (namely silence, adoration and servitude, in that order,) T'ao had gone out and begun actively hunting for a farmer's daughter that would fit the profile, so she could get the hell out of Hubei, and back into the world. It hadn't really taken all that long, but that was probably because she was looking just that hard. She had literally dragged the poor screaming thing into the Sanctuary house, dumped her at Heng Wu Chang's feet, and left.

She'd headed for the first big city she could think of, Hong Kong, and played "ignorant American tourist" until she'd managed to catch the eye of a man with some little money, a house and a job at a corporation that had a private plane. Pretty soon, she left him (minus his money,) for one of the more important men at his company who had even more money. And then did it again. At long last, with one-hundred-eighty thousand US dollars in an account in Bermuda, she had closed herself up in a suitcase in the cargo bay of the plane, and shipped herself to New York City. She'd carefully timed everything so that she had both left and arrived at night, which was quite a feat, considering the way American airports had been run since the attacks in 2001. She'd then bought her trike, and headed straight for...well, here.

She got off the trike, removed her helmet, and walked up to the door. She raised her hand to knock, and the door opened almost immediately. "Hello landlord," she said, looking up at the imposing man who opened the door. "Any room at the inn?"

Waiting...All in Vain

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 06-30-04 17:29

The tears cascaded, as I lay there, my frame curled tightly into a little ball, my wounded shoulder continuing to ache. All was silent mind my heavy breathing and gasps of air. It was pitch dark within the room, at the atmosphere was hot and moist with sweat and carnal activity. I was alone and hurt in every sense of the word.

They had all fled as quickly at they had arrived almost; Amneris, Countess Yvain, Briant. I managed to roll over on my stomach and peer about in the pitch darkness for any sign of movement. There was nothing.

I cursed Amneris silently for leaving me so injured, and I cursed myself. My disgust with myself was interrupted briefly by the sonorous echoing of passionate moans and cries emnating from one of the chambers down the hall. My acute hearing allowed me to distinguish a light, almost childish female cry; quite possibly the voice of Bianca being raptured by her lover. I could make out the voice of yet another female, although I was not familiar with it enough to know precisely who it belonged to. There were plenty of beautiful vampiresses about.

There still lingered the subtle weeping of a woman in distress. I supposed, if Amneris was not going to return to me tonight, I could at least make an attempt to reconcile with Cassandra. Assuming she'd even take the time to listen to me; for the reprehensible act I had so viciously committed behind her back. I knew I had betrayed her and felt terrible for it.

I rolled over and felt about in the darkness for my clothing. Not taking the time to relocate my shoes, I moved towards the door and let myself out into the lightly dimmed hallway. The shrieks of the copulating vampires resounded even louder from where I was standing; the chorus of joint esctasy as the participants reached their pinnacle and beyond. I ignored the tingling sensations betwixt my own thighs and moved on to locate Cassandra.

I finally found her, at the very end of the hall way, all alone and in the most remote corner of the very spacious chamber. As soon as I stepped inside, she was able to sense my abrupt pressence, and turned around to meet the eyes of the 'intruder'.

"What are YOU doing here you whore?" She spat.

I had to admit that 'whore' was a very generous term for her to use to describe me, considering all the heartache I'd put her through. I rocked back and forth on my heel, and closed the door behind me.

"Cassandra, I just wanted to say...."

"Say what?" She truncated me before i could even complete my sentance. "There is nothing to say Varsuviya! How could you.....do this to me? Do this...to US? What about what WE have?"

I approached her with slow steps and a heavy heart. "I....I know. And words cannot express just how sorry I am."

She drew her knees up to her chin and let out a hard sigh, likely due to her hours of endless weeping.

"Cassandra?" I moved to touch her shoulder. "Are you listening to me darling? I......"

"You should have thought with your head instead of what's between your thighs Varsuviya! You professed your love to me, and even ended your relations with Victoria because you were so infatuated with me. And now....now..." Her voice trailed off in yet another wild episode of weeping.

"Cassandra!" I cried out dashing forward suddenly to embrace her. "I love you! I've always loved you and I always will"!

"You disingenuous bitch"! She snapped her head up suddenly and sprang up from her arm chair, reaching for the closest object she could find to hurl at me. Her eyes were like wildfire; a side that I had never seen her show before. My quick reflexes allowed me to dodge the porcelain vase that was intended to strike me in the head, and seize Cassandra by her wrists.

I glared at her hard so that she surely felt the fury in my eyes. Her period of raging slowly began to subside; and she shrunk beneath my gaze of death...gradually falling into a pitiful, submissive state.

It was one thing to call me a whore. But quite another to attempt to do me physical injury.

"Sit yourself down and listen to me," I commanded in a voice that hardly belonged to me. Cassandra did as I ordered, and like a child that had been chastized for being disobedient, avoided my fire filled eyes and reseated herself on the arm chair, quivering in fearful anticipation for what I had in store for her.

Comming Home

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 06-30-04 22:08

Slowly, like a panther stalking its prey, he approached her from behind as she stood nude in the open double doorway of the chalet over looking the beach as the gentle winds blew the gossamer curtains about in lazy, flowing movements. The moon was full, large and very low on the horizon as it spilled is silvery light into the room and onto the naked tile flooring in a cascading decadence that only one born to darkness could truly appreciate.

Approaching her still, he made not a whisper of noise as he crossed the room and all the while he took in the hypnotic crash of the waves as they continued to pound into the shore like a wanton lover. And as he drank in her nakedness, he ravenously continued to devour her with his darkly shining eyes that held something darker still as the moonlight framed her silhouette in a luminous nimbus of his radiantly dark desire.

When he came upon her he placed his light fingers gently upon and then across her naked hip from behind, snaking the hand around to the front of her lower belly. With his other hand he slithered the appendage onto her soft belly, higher then the first, and gently pulled her backward into his firm body. Placing tiny, tender kisses upon her neck he breathed in her sweet, rich fragrance and felt as his mind began to swim in a sea of excitement.

And as the kisses rained down upon her neck, she leaned her head back to freely expose herself to the kisses as they came closer to her jugular, driving the force that powered the ruby current faster and stronger beneath her soft, fragrant skin. Looking upon her neck as he continued, he pressed her more firmly against him feeling her warmth as it began to ebb into his body making his kisses all the more passion filled.

Her arms then rose up and her hands sought backward, finally finding purchase as they firmly took hold of his dark mane of hair as a whimper of delight escaped her lips. Slowly she began to pull harder and harder as her cries of shameless hunger escaped her in shuttering breaths that came hard and fast. The pure and terrible pain that was so sweetly pleasurable its simplistic beauty continued to slam into her mind in dark waves of unimaginable depravity that made her sex a blazing inferno of desire and lust that ached for its sweet release.

And as his incisors sank into her delicate swan neck, she thanked him for damning her soul for all eternity.

~~oOo~~

He smiled to himself as he remembered when he had brought her across the veil of the night and embraced her in eternal darkness. Before he did though, he had spent weeks just getting to know her, probing her in so many delightful ways including her mind, testing her intelligence to measure if it was as keen as he had suspected; and oh what a delicious and sharp intelligence she did possess.

Yet in truth, he had spent those weeks toying with her as easily as a panther toyed with a rag doll if it had the inclination to do so. And in those weeks and every night thereof, he ignited within her an unbridled passion that sprang from deep within her, cascading into her mind in a relentless torrent of unending pleasure that inevitably settled between her legs and deep within her swollen nodule of lust.

His own passions he detonated deep within her on all those enthusiastically lustful nights�

And when he had begun to reveal to her a realm of true darkness� it was a world filled with uninhibited desires and primal passions. A world where one could embrace a craving for a unique a sustenance unlike any other, and feed upon the cleverest animal of all. A world in which she could hunt and be the huntress she had always wanted to be. And how she had responded to the call of darkness knowing that this was exactly what she wanted to be.

The fact that he was in the right place at the right time when this perfect cosmic balance and combination of possibilities came into play was proof enough that in taking her as his dark consort, that it was all part of some unseen master plan that had smiled upon him.

And now, when he looked over at her as she slept soundly next to him in the BMW M3 Convertible that was painted in the deepest black color on the market and was additionally coated in fifteen layers of the finest lacquer to be had anywhere, he smiled again. Yet the vehicles splendor was so very small compared to the brilliant, magnificent beauty that was sitting next to him.

As he turned down the long, dark and lonely drive that led to the Manor, he moved the thin material from her knee length dress away from her leg and placed a hand upon her pale, well-muscled thigh and squeezing it gently, he woke her.

"We're home my pet."

RE: Waiting...All in Vain

Author: Countess Yvain de Chrys

Date: 07-01-04 02:11

Passing down the hall, I passed by the doors of the Countess Varsuviya. I was on my way to visit with the sixteenth century Domynique Wu Chin Isadore.

I heard the rash noises and knocked upon the doors.

Soon both doors were thrown open and Varsuviya stood there looking every bit of regal.

"What is it?" She asked in a tightly controlled voice.

"My darling, I wanted to tell you that the situation with Amneris is not your fault and that she hasn't abandoned you. In fact I've just made sure that she's resting, though she's only laying there refusing to sleep; she insisted that I stop by and tell you that she would like to see you when you have a free moment."

I smiled hoping she would catch the meaning behind my words. It would seem that Amneris was a bit infactuated with Varsuviya.

That fact I felt deep down inside would cause trouble between Amneris and the young Cassandra, who I noted was standing by the windows.

Varsuviya's face briefly lit up. "Very well, thank you Yvain." She said before closing the door once more.

'Hmmmmm' I thought to myself, 'She is indeed a very strange girl.'

I continued on my way to Domynique's rooms.

What the hell?

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 07-01-04 07:49

"Sit yourself down and listen to me," Varsuviya commanded. Cassandra sat herself back down in the armchair and anticipated what Varsuviya might have to say to her, yet she couldn't help but feel a little bit fearful all the same.

"Now.." Varsuviya began. "I know that you hardly feel friendly towards me at this moment in time, and in a way that is very understandable...."

Varsuviya was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. She got up to answer the door, and Cassandra managed to hear their conversation from her safe warm armchair..

"What is it?" Varsuviya muttered in a very tightly controlled voice.

An unfamiliar voice began to talk back to her, and Cassandra couldn't see the stranger's face either. She had to listen to the unfamiliar voice..

"My darling, I wanted to tell you that the situation with Amneris is not your fault and that she hasn't abandoned you. In fact I've just made sure that she's resting, though she's only laying there refusing to sleep; she insisted that I stop by and tell you that she would like to see you when you have a free moment."

Cassandra bit her lip, trying like hell to hold back her anger. How dare this woman sleep with her lover, and THEN send someone here to tell her that she would like to see her AGAIN when she's trying to talk with her to sort things out!

"Very well, thank you Yvain."

Varsuviya closed the door and the deeply angered Cassandra immediately shot up from out of her chair.

"What the hell is going on, Varsuviya? Actually... you know what.. let's get one thing straight right now. Varsuviya, do you love me or not?"

Varsuviya seemed slightly shocked at Cassandra's words."Wha...?"

"Varsuviya, DO YOU LOVE ME OR NOT?" Cassandra tried to ask her as politely as possible at a time like this.

"Yes.. more than anything.." she muttered to her. "I have already told you how truly sorry I am about this whole situation.."

"Then why is this still happening?" Cassandra asked her, trying as hard as she could to hold back her tears. "Why is this woman still coming after you? Does she want another go? Hasn't she already had enough of having what isn't hers?" Cassandra found herself screaming slightly, and tried to lower the volume of her voice.

Cassandra felt the tears pouring down her face again.

"God, I cannot believe this.... I cannot believe this!"

"Cassandra..." Varsuviya tried talking to her again and attempted to put her hand on Cassandra's shoulder, but Cassandra immediately moved away.

"Well you know what, Varsuviya?" Cassandra whispered. "Maybe it is time we finished.... maybe my time's up, just like Victoria's. If you want to leave me, just go.... I don't know what the hell to do anymore.."

Cassandra sat there, curled up in a tight little ball on their bed, secretely hoping that Varsuviya had something else to say... desperately hoping that she wouldn't just walk out on her and leave her forever...

Across the Threshold

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 07-01-04 09:10

Having been so busy relocating and rebuilding the Sanctuary, it had been many long months since Belladonna had made love. It had been even longer, several years in fact, since she had made love with a man... or, at least, a vampire. Belladonna would sometimes, if the mood struck her, let male victims mount her. It put their necks at such a perfect angle for feeding, and kept their hearts pounding longer than more passive prey; but it never gave her much sexual delight, as the wretch would always loose consciousness before finishing the task.

Generally, Belladonna preferred women anyway. She found the artful and precise movements of a soft tongue far more gratifying than the random jabbing of an engorged penis. As often as she could back home, she had hunted in the abundant lesbian bars of Paris, Rome and Milan. Sometimes, she would spend a whole weekend with her next meal, making love in the darkness of some dim loft. It always added to the thrill to know that soon physical hunger would overcome sexual desire. Belladonna would often resist feeding as long as she could, until her predatory nature would overwhelm her, usually in the throes of passion, and she would mindlessly bare her fangs and tear open the unsuspecting girl's throat or thigh.

But tonight was an evening for revelry in celebration of a hard task well completed. Thus, Davis' involvement in the release of her pent-up passions was a welcome addition to the merrymaking Bianca had initiated. Belladonna moaned when Davis filled her still throbbing emptiness, and maneuvered fervently inside of her with a precision, power and persistence possible only to a Kindred.

All the while, Belladonna continued Bianca's carnal torment, repeatedly bringing her to the verge of orgasm, but then relenting before her new lover reached that desperately wanted climax. Concentrating on this limited Belladonna's reaction to the growing pleasure Davis inflicted upon her loins, but when Bianca in her intensifying need started to beg Belladonna for mercy, Belladonna succumbed to her lusts.

"Release me, Mistress!" Bianca screamed in wonderful agony. "I beg you!"

Belladonna complied with zeal, wiggling her tongue as deeply as she could into Bianca, while using her thumb to massage the one most sensitive point of Bianca's exposed flesh. Bianca's back arched in ultimate ecstacy as her fingernails dug into Belladonna's shoulders.

"Welcome to Crimson Kiss," Belladonna couldn't resist jesting as she lifted her face and rose up on hands and knees to watch Bianca shudder with the subsidence of her orgasm. Bianca smiled and sat up to kiss Belladonna, even as Davis, no longer concerned with disrupting Belladonna's oral ministrations to his lady, began thrusting into her with increasing enthusiasm. The overwhelming joy of Bianca's sublime adoration of her lips, combined with Davis' savage infiltration of her sex as he himself climaxed inside of her, sent Belladonna over the edge as well.

When Belladonna regained her senses, she found herself curled up on the mattress. She could hear Davis' ragged breathing behind her, from where he had settled exhausted onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Belladonna opened her eyes to discover Bianca leaning back blissfully against the headboard.

Belladonna rose up unto her knees to admire the lovely creature with whom she had already shared so much pleasure. Bianca seemed to sigh with appreciation for Belladonna's unrelenting interest, and slid back down onto the mattress to gaze back up with similar sentiment.

For a moment, the two Kindred simply studied each other's eyes. Belladonna broke the silence.

"Thank you, Bianca, for all you have given me this evening. I have been too long away from my Siress. You and Davis have assuaged my loneliness." Still on her knees, Belladonna moved forward until she was kneeling over Bianca, straddling her waist. She glanced down playfully and started to smile.

"I would like just one more thing," Belladonna grinned. "I'm sure Davis left me quite the mess, as he did with you before I cleaned you up. I was wondering, if you'd be so inclined...."

Belladonna leaned forward until she hovered scant inches above Bianca's mouth.

Wonders of the World

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 07-01-04 12:10

"I would like just one more thing," Belladonna grinned. "I'm sure Davis left me quite the mess, as he did with you before I cleaned you up. I was wondering, if you'd be so inclined...." Belladonna hovered just above Bianca's lips. Bianca knew what the savvy seductress was asking of her. She was more than willing to make clean the warm folds of the Mistress.

"Say no more..." Bianca said sitting up, kissing Belladonna, then laying her back on the bed. She glanced down at the floor to see Davis resting against the foot of the bed. Before going on with her task with Belladonna, she leaned down off the side of the bed and kissed his jawline. "I love you, darling!"

"Now, Mistress, let us see if we can't get you all cleaned up..." she said playfully, crawling between Belladonna's legs.

She kissed the tops of Belladonna's thighs, then moved slowly between her legs. Belle spread her legs a bit wider to allow for more room for Bianca. Kissing gently, then letting her tongue lap up the creamy substance left between Belladonna's legs, Bianca could feel the heat between her own legs. She couldn't remember being this turned on and wanting to be mindlessly fucked ever in her life. Before continuing with the cleaning process, Bianca reached down and inserted her own fingers into herself. While pleasuring herself, she was able to not focus on her needs so much. She lapped at Belladonna's moist nether regions in a circular motion, to get all of Davis' juices. She could feel the mistress writhe beneath her touch.

Bianca quickened the pace of her fingers, doing the same with her tongue. The bed sunk a bit, as she felt Davis moving behind her. He removed her hand from between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning forward to kiss her back.

"Allow me, my love." he said. Bianca smiled as she continued with her task on Belladonna. Davis' fingers found their way between her legs. Both hands massaged her as she slowly, yet forcefully, inserted her tongue into Belladonna. Bianca had never before been pleased so many times, so many ways, in all her life, living or undead. This was a truly blissful night!

Belladonna's breaths became more rapid and deep. She would let out an occasional moan in a sort of approval that she was thoroughly enjoying Bianca's tongue thrusts.

Bianca winced in pure ecstacy as Davis fondled her warm folds. Hearing Belladonna's moans, and feeling Davis touch her was enough to send her over the edge. She flicked her tongue and thrust it harder and harder into Belladonna as Davis' fingers picked up their pace. The pain and the pleasure she was experiencing drove her wild!

With one final thrust into Belladonna's warmth, she heard the Mistress of the Manor yell out. She had reached her peak, arching her back and gripping the sheets on the bed. Bianca slowed her pace, then gently kissed Belladonna's throbbing lips, before raising her head, to allow Davis to finish his own pleasure massage. Bianca's sighs and moans became louder as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm. Her head was thrown back as she screamed. Davis slowed his pace, then leaned his head down to kiss between her shoulders.

With her knees trembling from the awesome release, she collapsed, laying her head on Belladonna's stomach. She reached her hand out to Davis, pulling him down beside her. "My love," she said kissing him. "you made me weak. That was simply...incredible!" she said.

"Speaking thus, Bianca..." Belladonna said. Bianca raised her head and looked into the mistress' eyes.

"Yes, Mistress, yes you too are quite a wonder!"

Let it Burn

Author: Countess Varsuviya Ignatious

Date: 07-01-04 13:35

She looked pathetic. Just as I had been back in Amneris' luxurious chamber when I thought she had abandoned me. Countess Yvain had just departed, upon her insistance that the Egyptian aesthetic would soon be at my side again, after she was well.

While Cassandra lay there with her face pressed against the pillows in deep weeping, I decided to leave her there for a moment and paced slowly towards the window. The night was young yet and the sky was starless and without even slightest hint of light. The world seemed black, bleak and sinful. And yet I knew it was the only life I would ever truly know. Farewell to mortality, farewell to morality. I was a monster with an insatiable desire for pleasures of the flesh; one that I couldn't recall having when I was human, not so long ago.

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and blew warm air against it. A smoky vapor formed on the glass, and I aimlessely lifted a finger to enscribe a single name: Amneris.

Amneris. The woman of my wildest dreams. The one who haunted the every desire I had harbored within myself ever since I'd first laid eyes on her. Her caresses so hot on my skin, her skillful fingers working every nerve of my craving till I had cried out for much needed release. Even now I ached to have her beside me, to touch my quivering lips, to feel her exploring me with all her ancient experience.

I closed my eyes briefly, then reopened them to find the glass completely clear yet again.

I turned about slowly and sat on the bed beside my lover, and reached out yet again to touch her shoulder. Either she was too weak from her hours of sobbing to push me away, or she was willing to hear me out at last and forgive me. I instructed her to lift her tear stained face, and look me in the eyes. I was cold. I felt bitter and impatient, though I didn't know what for.

"Cassandra," My voice came out cool and airy as I brushed her tears away with both thumbs, holding her face between my palms.

"Cassandra.....Cassandra...Cassandra..."

The sexual demon was tearing within me again and I was powerless to resist.

With each gentle calling of her name, I leaned closer to her till my lips were against her pink cheek. I moved downwards; planting soft kisses on the way down, till I reached her bosom; heaving with subsiding weeping and newly acquired sexual aching.

"I am......sorry Varsuviya," She whispered to me, wrapping her still quivering arms about my neck. Then she buried her face in my mass of hair, her mutterings too muffled to possibly understand.

"No Cassandra, Iam the one who should be sorry. But there is something...inside of me. Something that I cannot control. A sexual aching. All of the kindred here have it somewhere within themselves." I leaned closer to her, closer still, till she lay flat on the bed with me just above her.

"As for myself..." I said..as I slowly began to pull down her halter so that one of her full ripe breasts were exposed. "It is like a sickness. There is nothing I can do to curb it. When I ache for somebody, mortal or kindred, I take them for myself. It's a sickness Cassandra, a deliciously sinful sickness."

My words spewed from my mouth like heated honey, spoken with my lips against the girl's ear. I wanted her to hear me, I wanted all that I'd admitted to resound within her eternally damned soul. I licked and sucked at her ear lobe, moaning softly between slightly parted lips as her body coiled and rolled like the rapids of an ocean.

"Although I cannot say," I said as I continued to suck on her lobe, my fingers massaging her fully engorged nipples. "That I will cease to see Amneris again. I will not spoil this moment we have here now to tell you of the divine secrets I discovered of her body just moments ago. But she is a diamond in the rough I can assure you. Perhaps," I added with a hedonistic smile, "She shall let you learn of those secrets as well someday. But for now, it is us. Only us."

I moved my face down to her chest, running my wet tongue between the loose valley of her breasts.

Cassandra closed her eyes and sighed, arching herself so that both of her lush breasts pressed against my hot face. Her arms were positioned above her head as she thrusted her breasts against me, suddenly filled with the unquenchable sexual thirst that had existed within me for the now seven and a half years I had held my mother's curse. She was submissive to me once again, but her bodily expressions exposed a woman that was filled with untamed wanting and sexual need. But for now, she'd have to wait her turn. I wanted to be the first to please. It was my most earnest wish to maintain dominance over her. In one swift moment, I was able to discard my gown so that I lay nude on top of her, rubbing my breasts beneath hers.

My every movement was performed slowly, with the intention of driving Cassandra up the wall with her need for me. She lay there, now completely naked beneath me, shuddering slightly and smiling soundlessely.

I rolled her left nipple between my thumb and index finger so gently at first, then gradually faster. She panted hard and needfully, as I brought my lips to her other nipple, running my tongue over the pink teat with consummate skill and knowledge. I could smell the sweet musky fluids that had gathered between the lips of her velvet box, on the brink of dribbling down between her legs before I had even begun to stimulate that part of her. For the moment, I concentrated on solely massaging her lovely tits, simultaneously rapturing each mound with my fingers and tongue.

"Varsuviya!" Her voice came out breathless, as if she had been waiting to call out to me for so long, but had just now summoned the nerve to do so. But then she said nothing more.

I sucked her nipples faster and harder, loving the sound of our joint panting rising and falling in the sex scented air. I bit her gently, then harder, till she gasped out in sheer pleasure. If she had been mortal like my long dead servant Christina, she would have shrieked in pain. But my Cassandra was an immortal, who openly encouraged the abuses I willingly applied to her supple flesh.

I left her breasts bitten and torturously bruised, though not enough to draw blood and kissed her frame as I made my way down to her still quivering womanhood. My breath came hard and panting against her lips; I wanted her to feel my pressence down there before I actually made contact. And then, after only a moment's pause, I dove in for the kill, and lavished her cunt with my tongue, lips and fingers all at once.

And oh the rush that surged though me as she exploded her vanilla extract all over my lips and fingers. I moved myself back on the bed just a bit, licking her lips clean of any excess passion juices. My Cassandra tasted more exotic than even the rarest tropical fruit.

At this contact, Cassandra whimpered like the beauty she was, like one who truly relished in having me, the lustful royal harlot, for a lover.

I lay my head between her spread thighs, eyeing her as she shuddered within the divine aftermath of her orgasm. My breaths came in short, rapid puffs..separated by half a second intervals.

The demon within had performed its duty. Now it demanded to be carnally reinbursed.

That "reinbursement" would soon be granted.

Thats odd

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 07-02-04 06:06

Here he was. Out in the middle of no where. With a girl. And they had just finished fucking. And there they were. Two women. That just happened to show up.

To make matters more unnerving, one of them was twisting his arm up behind him to where it was almost painful, and the other was making a move on the girl Hampton had just finished screwing. Most rational minds would scream out "what the fuck."

Hampton wasn't that much different. At first he was stunned. There is much that having your dick blowing in the wind will do to make you stand still. There is a reason to wearing pants to keep it from getting harmed. Lorrania Bobbit taught men a little too much about what can happen to an exposed one.

His next thought was who are these women, and why are they here. Maybe it was because he was taken off guard, but really, he should be able to overpower some chick. Every time he struggled to break her hold, his shoulder hurt more.

"Take the car and my wallet. My watch, whatever you want."

Hampton's attempts to negotiate was meet with silence save for the woman caressing Amber. That in itself he could not understand. Maybe it was just a way for them to try and get the couple even more under their spell.

It seemed to be working on Amber. He would have thought that she had been satisfied when he had deposited his load into her, but here she was responding to that one woman's words and touches. Hampton had never seen nipples so hard in his life. It was at this point his fear left him too. Maybe there was some kind of spell in the air, he couldn't tell. What he could tell was, his fear was becoming intrigue, and he slowly stopped working against the person holding his arm.

Concerns about why this was going on slowly faded from his mind.

Force Feeding (Inspired Cruelty)

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 07-02-04 12:54

Amber lies naked on her back across the hood of Hampton's BMW. Laura's hypnotic sympathetic suggestions have the poor girl in a far more libidinous state than her boyfriend's self-centered seductions had ever ignited. Laura resists her own rising passions, bestowing only the gentlest kisses upon Amber's lips, allowing her to maintain eye contact with the entranced young woman while her hands caress Amber's writhing body. Amber's vacant eyes focus through Laura's pupils.

"You were right," Amber purrs distantly as Laura softly strokes her breasts. "I've never been so turned on by anyone before. I'd always thought it was sick, you know? Girls doing girls, I mean... But if I'd known it'd feel like this...."

She gasps appreciatively as Laura's hand slips between her thighs. Laura, however, wrinkles her nose as her fingers plow into the sticky white goo Hampton has left there. She withdraws her hand slightly to teasingly wipe her fingertips on the convenient tuft of fur. Then, while fondling Amber's inner thighs, Laura spares a glance to where Damiana stands holding Hampton.

"Boys can be so messy," Laura sneers. "And they never clean up after themselves. I think we should teach this one a lesson. Damiana, be a dear and drag that naughty lad over here. Release his tongue so he can lap up his spilled milk."

Amber groans with the realization of what Laura proposes. Laura is pleased herself. Her Sire, Violet LeBlanc, had taught her to always make her victims' last moment of life pleasurable, in compensation for taking their blood. As Damiana forces Hampton to kneel between Amber's legs and presses his mouth to her musky wetness, Laura can concentrate entirely on feeding.

Amber sighs and her head lulls back as Hampton's tongue presses into her. Lost among Laura's mesmerizing control and the sensual fervor of this unexpected sexual adventure, she is beyond any sense of propriety, but surrenders entirely to her unnatural lusts. No longer needing to look into her eyes, Laura leans over the hood next to her. Laura's hips start to thrust against the smooth curve of the fender as she momentarily loses herself in deep, passionate kisses with her next meal. Laura will wait a moment to ensure that Hampton's coerced oral efforts can bring Amber to ecstacy before Laura moves her own mouth to Amber's tender throat.

Erotic Dreams

Author: Samantha Bouvier

Date: 07-03-04 08:47

It was like a dream, shadowed and soft in it's controlled brutality, hazed in black velvet, the taste of surreal pleasures and dark promises as unholy as the delights she had been willingly swept into lingering on her lips. It was a dream she did not wish to awaken from, and he was there�always there, moving as an illusive shadow deep within her soul stroking her desires; he knew her so well, far more than she knew herself and he, burning her with erotic pleasures she had never tempted to dream before, lead her over that dangerous threshold, bringing her into his dark and sensual world of secret pleasures and hidden desire. For Samantha if was like coming home.

"We're home my pet."

Samantha opened her eyes slowly when Sutter coxed her from her most erotic dream with his cool touch and the seductive sound of his voice. His smile aroused her and with a cat-like stretch she reveled in the feel of his eyes on her. He stroked up her thigh and then returned his attention back to the dark roadway ahead of them.

Samantha looked out into the night, the wind dancing around her hair, her skin, lifting her skirt, causing little shivers to ripple all down her body, her breasts awakening with those tiny shivers. As if his hands, those magical hands of his, were running over her body, bringing her to him again. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the seat, the low humming of the BMW relaxing her, but she was not relaxed. She was beginning to awaken with need.

Her eyes closed, she imagined and remembered. She recalled that first night so clearly that the memory of it caused her thighs to contract and her sex to tighten. The night he took her over. But more than that, Samantha found herself aroused even more when she recalled every detail of the cosmic path that had lead her to him�

How sweet it had been�..

She had not been looking for him. Certainly she had not been looking for what he had to offer her. She had been recently widowed, a very rich widow on the prowl. Hunting. Hunting for something, not really knowing what it was, or what she would do with it if and when she found it. Then she found him. Lurking behind a sweet innocent smile and words that tempted a huntress who was hungry for adventure. Safe adventure.

But he turned out to be more than she could have ever imagined.

All the while she thought she had been the one seducing him, it was he who had been seducing her. Slowly and calculating, he drew her in. And she had fallen for him fast, an obsessive need that had her off balance. But how sweet that seduction had been and continued to grow and intensify as he took her further, each night enticing her with new primal desires and erotic pleasures known only to those who dwell in dark shadows and forbidden sexual fantasies. Samantha soon found herself trapped in her own hungry widow's web with her captive prey slowly devouring her, bit by luscious bit. And devour her he did; body and soul. She tasted his demanding lust and his deepest cruel desires, and the darkness that sprang up within her had been frightening and consuming and all she had ever dared to dream�.

She opened her eyes and tilted her head in his direction, gazing at his perfect profile, his dark eyes, his mouth�all of him. Her breasts rose and fell as she took in the erotic sight of her prey, her lover, the master of her soul.

Every mans fantasy

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 07-03-04 12:21

It was a night that took him quite by surprise. Not only had he landed back in the Manor he had come to adore, for the simple fact that he met Bianca here, but now he was in bed with his love, and the Mistress of the manor. Being the pig that most men are, it was something that he knew for a fact, not only mortal men would crave, but most kindred men would as well. The two most beautiful women in the manor, and here he was, taking complete advantage of them both while they pleasured him in return. Perhaps it was not so much the act on him, but watching them both stroking and licking one another, their moans and laughter, all things considered that made this particular experience, perhaps one of the most erotic he has ever been entangled with.

The way Bianca arched her back, the way Belladonna looked over her shoulder, his thrusting and release into both of them. It was their soft feminine skin, their slender waists and the feel of the wet, hot skin between their legs that continued to fuel his erections, penetrating both of them in an orgy of unbound lust and feral desires. But it was the final stance, forcing an explosive orgasm from between Bianca's legs that brought out the monster in him, behind her as his fingers rubbed harder and harder against her fleshy folds, his fangs baring as he pulled forward, biting down into his beloveds flesh, quickly pulling out after tasting the blackened liquid of her shoulder. Again her taste aroused him and he thrust between her legs once again, looking for his own release, pounding as hard as he could while she continued to pleasure Belladonna. His hand reached out for Belladonna's hair, pulling her head back to see the look of ecstacy on her face while he continued to thrust deeply into Bianca. One push after another, until finally he reached the pinnacle of explosive pleasure, releasing deeply inside of Bianca while watching Belladonna reaching her own pinnacle. Their breathing slowed, and he pulled out of Bianca while resting his hands on her hips. He grinned to the both of them, pushing back stray dark hair already slickened with sweat and the bodily fluids of both women.

"Quite a night indeed my beauties. However did I become so lucky to have the both of you in my bed tonight?"

A brisk walk

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 07-03-04 12:53

She had been couped up long enough for the night, a few hours, and already she was pacing in her room. Pulled away from the window as her soft footsteps padded her across the room. She felt ancy, as if something was missing that she wanted or needed to do. It was almost as if she had a full rush of energy by drinking a pot of coffee, but nothing to focus her mind on. She decided that she should head outside and take a walk along the twisting mountain trail. Perhaps she would get lucky and a meal would run into her so she could fill her rumbling stomach, but she doubted any mortal would make their way 'this' far into the lush forests that surrounded the lone manor. She wasn't even sure how she made it here when she returned to the manor it was so hidden from anything civilized. It made her worry about future adventures and feedings she might want or need. But her beloved Guillaume had taught her how to survive for days without feeding, although she usually never went more than three days without a meal. If anything, the pleasure came from the kill and not the meal itself. But her lonely heart would wait.

And so she left her room, moving into the hallways that were tainted with the scent of lustfilled frenzies, heated arguments and new life that was breathed into the newly refurbished home. It was all still a bit overwhelming for her, and she was still homesick for the ancient shires of England where her sire had brought her to refine her modern ways. She slipped down the stairs, looking towards the watchful Briant, who never really did take a liking to her, probably left over from Dahlia who saw her as an impudent mortal, shunning not only Guillaume for 'changing' her, but her own chylde Belladonna for infusing her essence into her. It made her wonder at times if she could still feel the urges for Belladonna or if time had faded those needs...it was something that was sure to surface now. She moved out of the doors quickly, wearing her standard bodysuit and comfortable jeans, barefoot as she moved out into the stone and gravely driveway and taking a long, deep breath of the crisp mountain air. But her revalry was cut short, watching a set of headlights moving up the circular path that led towards the door, and the black BMW that apparently housed two people. A man and a woman...more kindred.

Perhaps talking to a few new faces would ease her mind from her own lonliness, as she prepared to greet them at the door, hands clasped over her head gripping the column on which she leaned upon. When she moved into the hallway but a few minutes before, it was faint, but she could swear she detected the scent of the Mistress wafting from a bedroom, knowing Belle was clearly tied up with other affairs. Surely she could re-take a quick position of greeting any new guests at the door. And so she stood, and waited for their approach.

Walking With Narcissa

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 07-05-04 09:56

He smiled at Samantha in the deliciously dark fashion he knew that always made her need come more readily to the surface, and this was confirmed to him by the desire he saw in her eyes. Smiling all the more, he turned his attention back to the road before him and shifted gears in the BMW.

How many times before had he traveled a long, dark and mist covered road with only the pale moonlight for company he did not know as there were simply to many to count. Yet in truth, it simply no longer mattered as he felt her eyes upon him, drinking in what he was as he had done with her on so many of the shameless nights they had shared with one another. And how he had given himself over into those long and restless nights of passion with a zeal that had in some ways even surprised him.

Yet looking at her once more was all the reason he needed to know why he had so generously given of himself.

Placing his hand back on her leg just above the knee he said: "Soon my pet, very soon we will be home and I will give to you your hearts desire and feed all your hungers." Sutter felt as her leg jerked under his hand in anticipation� and he moved his hand higher still upon her leg.

~~oOo~~

Rolling slowly up to the Manor, Sutter looked upon it for the first time and marveled at its simplistic, gothic beauty. Stepping on the break, he parked the vehicle in front of the Manor and stepped out, as did Samantha. He, Samantha, and their female Asian adolescent "guest" walked toward the Manor and it was just then that Sutter had decided to notice there was a kindred standing there.

She was tall, had ivory skin and hair of flame; coming closer he saw that she also had green eyes and smiled at him in a sensual manner. "Good evening Miss, my name is Sutter Kane," he said as he came to stand near her, "and this is my companion, Miss Samantha Bouvier. Is the Mistress about? I have a gift for her in addition to wishing to see her."

"Hello Sutter, Samantha" the flamed haired kindred nodded to them both in turn, "my name is Narcissa, and unfortunately the Mistress of the Manor is presently occupied with other� hmmm� business." She smiled sweetly and then continued, "Yet I can speak for her and can accept the gift you speak of if it pleases you." Narcissa said as she eyed the Asian girl.

"Sweet isn't she?" Samantha said as she moved the Asian girl in front of her. "Tall, dark eyes and hair, fair of skin without a single blemish. And the very best part is the fact that this one is a virgin in every sense of the word. And of course, completely enthralled; the poor dear thinks we are bringing her to see her parents."

Samantha smiled and laughed quietly as she smiled to Narcissa.

Sutter said in response to the obvious questions that were running across Narcissa's face: "And I assure you Mistress, even though this one has the clothing of a preparatory school girl she was taken three days ago and some eight states away."

"And you're sure this one cannot be traced here, to us Sutter?" The question was unmistakable and carried with it the weight of both warning and cautiousness. Having only recently reestablished their Sanctuary here in the North American continent, the question was more then valid.

"I assure you by my very blood Mistress." He said to her as he bowed slightly, giving her the respect she was do. Being that Narcissa had said she could speak on behalf of the Mistress of the Manor, anything less then this respect would be considered rude and a breach in etiquette and good manners.

When he stood upright again, he looked Narcissa directly in the eye and she him, studying him, like a cat studies a mouse before she decides to pounce on her prey or not. And there was no tension in the look they both shared, just a mutual understanding that the protection and seclusion of the Manor came first before all over concerns. Just as it should be.

"Then I accept your gift Sutter, Samantha," again she said this as she looked at them both in turn, "a gift I'm sure the Mistress will enjoy completely when she has concluded her business. Yet in the meantime, won't you walk with me a while?"

Narcissa called to Briant who appeared through doorway and was instructed to take the Aisan girl and a package that Sutter had been holding the entire time to a suite that had been pre-arranged for them. The Aisan girl, being thoroughly mesmerized, was instructed by Samantha to await them in their suite until their return. Narcissa assured them both that while within their suite, no harm would come to the girl.

And as the three of them started off together, Samantha close to Sutter's side, Narcissa asked Sutter what had been in the package?

"A surprise�" that's all he said with a boyish grin on his face that spoke of a delight he was not going to share, at least not yet.

"Samantha," Narcissa asked, "is Sutter always so coy, or is it just his nature?"

Samantha smiled broadly, "Mistress, I can assure you completely, Sutter is anything but coy. He just loves to flirt, and in truth, he's quite skilled at using both his tongue and lips for more then just linguistic communication and casual flirtations." The two vampiress's let out a giggle and continued to speak about Sutter as if he were not there, and through it all, Sutter said not a word and only smiled as their conversation continued.

As the trio continued to walk, they were basked in the moonlight as it streamed through the tall redwood trees, the cool mountain air blowing their hair lazily about their heads, each taking in the sensuality of the night as it was slowly beginning to unveil itself to them. And in this night, their ears and eyes and the very skin they were wrapped in became sensitive to every sight, every sound and every subtle change in the movement of the wind.

And somewhere in the distance, they were serenaded by the music of wolves howling in the thick mist�

Passions of the Night

Author: Elsa von Spielburg

Date: 07-05-04 19:54

I had no idea how she was able to do it! This man, who we had both just met, had fallen under her spell. He sat between us at the booth, and we talked. He was eager, as Vladira and I both could see. She leaned over to him and whispered in his left ear. He put his drink down and smirked.

"Want to leave here and go someplace qute, Ladies?" He asked.

"Thought you'd never ask!" Vladira said.

We paid for our drinks and left the club. He told us that he had arrived in a cab earlier, and was without transportation. Vladira smiled as she told him that we had transportation nearby. As we walked down to Vladira's SUV, she turned to me.

"Can you drive, Elsa?" She asked.

I nodded. "Of course. Where to?"

And the man mentioned a place just outside of town on the highway. He climbed in between Vladira and myself as I got behind the wheel. I could hear his breathing increase. He was even more willing to njoy the night with two women.

As we arrived at the place he mentioned, we found it was a spot where many young lovers would go for their trysts. It was quiet and peaceful. Some young couples were about, but it would ruin some of Vladira's plans. We drove to another place where we three could be alone. An old motel that had seen better days was near.

"I take care of the place, when I can. Not much here." He said.

As we parked and left the SUV, he led us to one of the rooms. It did look better that expected, on the inside. Quite clean, and neat. As we all were in, he closed the door and offered drinks. Vladira and I declined, than she decided to make her move.

She slowly walked up to him, undoing the clasps on her dress. He stood there watching. Soon, she had him in her arms, and laughing. I hadn't seen her enjoy her prey before. She eventually had him on the bed, naked and willing. I had disrobed and sat beside them, waiting for her to allow me to join them. As she stratled him, she moved slowly, then looked over at me.

"Elsa, feel free to join us."

I moved over and slid up close to them. He turned his head and looked at me. As I seductively licked my lips, I moved up and pressed my lips to his. Sliding my tongue deep into his mouth. Vladira continued her motions as she rode him. He slid one hand down touching Vladira's dark feminin curls, and his other hand clutching my right breast, stroking my nipple. I had never felt anything so wonderous before. What with having been intimate with my last boyfriend, which ended with me dumping him after his abusing me, I had not been with anyone since!

This man was alluring. Exciting. Then, I felt Vladira slide her hands down my right arm, and then gently pulled me up to her. She looked into my eyes and smiled.

"You do well, Elsa. Perhapse he can please you more?"

And she moved off of him.

I stratled his lap and he grinned. I felt strange about doing this, but, Vladira calmed me by placing a hand on my shoulder and smiled.

As I sat down on his lap, I lunged forward and went wild. Kissing him hard and long, I ofund myself riding him harder than Vladira had. I couldn't control myself. Then, Vladira moved up close to me. I felt her cool flesh against mine and she leaned forward to prss her lips against his throat. As I moved back off of him, Vladira took my place and then she struck!

He gapsed as Vladira's fangs pierced the delicate flesh of his throat. I had never watched her do this. As his body trembled, she fed hard. His blood seeping from around her lips, I found myself slipping my hand in, allowing some of his blood to flow onto my fingers.

I looked at it as I pulled my hand away. I turned my hand back and forth, watching the crimson liquid dripping down towards my palm. When his breath stilled, Vladira sat back up, and licked her lips. Then, she broke the man's neck.

"Mmm. Quite excellent! He must have had aristocracy in his background somewhere." She grinned. Then, she looked down at me. "What is it, Elsa?"

I looked up at her, somewhat shocked. "I...I hadn't, well that is I...."

Vladira sat beside me and hugged me gently. "Try it, Elsa. Just once. You might not need it as often as we kindred."

I moved my hand close to my lips and slowly licked the crimson liquid. I ofund myself sliding my fingers into my mouth, one by one, like a kid who just had a bar of chocolate. Then, I stopped. I rushed into the bathroom, and vomited.

Vladira rushed in to help me. I had felt so nauseaus. My supper lost down the toilet, I couldn't stop. Until I collapsed. Vladira helped me back up and held me close.

"Do not worry about that ever again, Elsa. I will no longer ask that of you."

She helped me get cleaned up, and then we dressed.

We wrapped the guy's body in a sheet, and put him in the back of the SUV. We drove back into the city, and found a trash compactor behind a business. We placed the body within it, and put some of the boxes nearby on top of him. Then, we drove away. I had never felt so sick, but still, it was strange. Vladira felt bad about what she had me do, to a point.

"You did well, Elsa." She said, as she turned to me in the SUV, and kissed me on the right cheek, as we drove back to the manor.

Inching Hunger

Author: Bianca The Bloody

Date: 07-06-04 09:40

"Quite a night indeed my beauties. However did I become so lucky to have the both of you in my bed tonight?" Davis said, lying back on the bed and wrapping his arm around Bianca's mid-drift. Belladonna rolled her eyes at the comment. She seemed a bit annoyed...

Bianca kissed Davis' forehead, then looked up to Belladonna. "I hope you enjoyed your night with us, Mistress." she said smiling. She didn't know if there would be anymore love making this night or if that was it...she was certainly satisfied, but would not turn down any desires of the flesh, as there definitely was plenty of flesh to devour.

Suddenly, her hunger got the best of her. She realized that she hadn't fed in quite some time. Bianca sat up and looked back and forth between Belladonna and Davis.

"I could feed the rest of the night away! Who's with me?" she asked smiling. She knew that Davis had last fed when she had. She rolled over and kissed Belladonna's lips tenderly. "Would you be willing to join us, Mistress, for a bite?"

New Temptations

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 07-06-04 16:40

"Yes, Mistress," Bianca sighed from her position between her two lovers as she turned to peer deeply into Belladonna's eyes. "Yes... you too are quite a wonder!"

Belladonna found herself lost in that gaze, and for a moment believed she could contentedly spend the rest of the evening snuggling with Bianca.

Just as Belladonna was going to lean forward and kiss Bianca, this bliss was broken by Davis' voice from the other side of the bed.

"Quite a night indeed my beauties. However did I become so lucky to have the both of you in my bed tonight?"

Belladonna could not help but roll her eyes, even knowing Bianca would see it. Why did men always assume everything, especially matters of love and lust, was about them? Before Belladonna could express her opinion, Bianca quickly spoke to palliate the mood.

"I hope you enjoyed your night with us, Mistress," she smiled at first demurely, then with amusement as her stomach growled to punctuate her comment. "I could feed the rest of the night away!" Bianca added merrily. "Who's with me?"

She slid across the sheets to snuggle up against Belladonna, their bare bodies now comfortable together as they passionately kissed one more time before Bianca withdrew to address Belladonna. "Would you be willing to join us, Mistress, for a bite?"

"Sounds wonderful," Belladonna replied somewhat slowly, in no hurry to let Bianca's cozy body out of her grasp. "Although I'd feel a bit remiss in my duties leaving the manor so soon after opening the gate to the Kindred." In truth, she simply wanted to spend the rest of the night, and the long day that would follow, in bed cuddling Bianca.

While the night of erotic exercise with Bianca and Davis had assuaged Belladonna's physical loneliness, in another sense it had only made her miss Dahlia more. The only thought more depressing than spending another day alone in bed would be to spend one on this crowded mattress with not only Bianca, but also with Davis there ogling her like some sort of trophy we was "lucky" enough to win. Belladonna had to admit Davis was a talented lover, and she appreciated the unique ecstasies his extended exertions had provided; but at that moment there were few things Belladonna wanted more than to get Bianca back alone in her own boudoir to teach her, and to share with her, the special gentleness of lovemaking when not interrupted by the forceful intrusion of a masculine ego.

"I'll tell you what," Belladonna suggested, her eyes again gazing deeply into Bianca's, as if Davis wasn't even there. "Let's get dressed and check the parlor. If everything's quiet, then there is nothing I'd love more than to spend some time getting to know you better."

Distracting her mind

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 07-07-04 05:15

Sutter and Samantha. A handsome couple indeed, driving up in their posh beemer, and even presenting a gift for the mistress of the house. She looked at the asian girl and could feel her stomach start to rumble at the thought of partaking in the sweet elixir that was this girls blood. But she was no longer the mistress of this manor, even though the both of them continued to call her such.

"Please, just call me Narcissa. The only ones that should call me mistress are any ..slaves...we might take."

She winked to Samantha as the girl was taken by Briant and guided up towards a chamber that the pair could call home. She was indeed curious of the package that Sutter had brought, at first thinking it to perhaps be just a personal bundle. But upon further inspection, as she saw it traverse from Sutters grip to Briants, it looked more like a gift. Of course his mysterious misgivings about it led to even more curiousity as they headed off towards the woods. Samantha's light tone with her and laughter certainly lifted her spirits as they moved down a lengthy path, into the dense forest, walking with the ancient redwoods as they stoically guarded the new manor for their kind. Their steps led them towards an alcove that sat at a trickling stream of crisp water that seemed to divide the land in a thin strand. She stepped out away from the pair, looking down at the water, the ripples gleaming against the full moon that hung bloated in the sky. She turned and looked at the pair over her shoulder, pangs of yearning filling her own body. They stood together as she and her own sire would and it made her hunger. But instead of pondering on her own lonliness, she decided to involve herself with the newcomers and attempt to make them feel welcome...and the sounds of the wolves made her shudder. Was it Union again?

She shook her head and smiled, the three of them almost glowing in their own features...the dark haired Sutter and the flaxen haired Samantha, merely taking in the quiet of the forest for the moment.

"So where did you guys come from? Seems like everyone here has traveled for so long to find the Kiss."

And indeed everyone did come from great lengths to find the haven that was provided for them, perhaps the greatest gift to kindred Dahlia could ever provide. Her name was always spoken in circles of Kindred, a world famous woman whose mystery would always be shrouded by her disappearance to Italy. At least her chylde was back to assist any who wanted to seek shelter and home at the Kiss and the crowds were starting to be drawn. She was always curious of the travels of all, her own story seeming to be terribly boring to what she had heard so far...Damiana's adventures were certainly full of flavor, and perhaps this new couple would offer up a new dimension that she could focus her empty mind on.

The Good Boy

Author: Damiana

Date: 07-07-04 08:18

It was pathetic, really. As Damiana half dragged the man toward his girlfriend to force him to "clean her up" as Laura had suggested, he did try to put up a struggle, but her strength, the strength of a Vampire wo outmatched him that it must have been a bit like fighting the stones of these mountains. Once the man realised that he truly was in trouble here, outmatched by two women, one of them freakishly strong, the other nuzzling his girlfriend and intent on seduction, he began to sweat, and to shake."H-hey..ladies..." he tried to regain his former self-assurance with a laugh, but it came out more as a nervous, high-pitched giggle. "There's plenty of Stephan...uh..Mary...her to go around. What if we just let me go? Whatever you ask...uh.. O'l Hampton c-can...can take care of it, okay?"

"But darling," Dami said, putting a razor-sharp edge to her voice on darling, "My dear friend here wants to watch you play with your little friend...like the good boy you are." She shoved him to his knees in front of the girl draped across the hood of the car and began pushing his head towards the crux of the girl's splayed legs.