Beast and Beauty's hunger

Author: Vampiress Violet

Date: 09-25-04 10:56

Violet sighed and remained curled against Union. True she had the strength to sooth the beast within him now, but what would happen if that beast got stronger...it would not be safe for him here, at least not upon Guillaume's return to the sanctuary. What could have possibly happened between he and Narcissa.

She once again quelled that beast of hunger that rose within her, she didn't feel it was safe to leave Union alone in the Manor. She had felt both Laura and Narcissa leave the Manor, good, it would perhaps do them both some good to feed and it will help Laura regain some more of her strength.

Violet's hand ran lightly along Union's back, as the vampiress let her thoughts wander, they could always return to Europe, leave the Kiss to keep Union safe, but something in her told her that he would not allow her to go if that was the case. She had a commitment to and a love for Laura and wouldn't abandon her.

She murmured a soft prayer to what ever God would listen to a damned soul, the soul of a murderess, a beautiful killer. ~Please grant him the control he needs to keep this beast at bay. To let him know that there are those who will stand by him through everything.~

"I can go another night without feeding, but not much longer than that." She spoke to herself, she was already showing a few signs of lack of feeding. She'd one night without feeding, except for a sip from Ava last night, but tonight she doubted she would leave the manor to hunt.

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Holding the Pose

Author: Vladira

Date: 09-25-04 18:45

I watched as JeanClaude waited eagerly to see what Lady Antonietta had sketched. She told him not to look, as it was not ready. I could see JeanClaude was just as eager as a school boy who stole his father's girlie magazine and rushed out the back door of his house to the woodshed to look it over. I laughed a bit inside.

As Antonietta continued to sketch, she had asked if I wanted a break, I declined. Her arm tired from sketching, she rested a few times. I was in no hurry.

"Our hostess might think it a bit brash if she found us like this in her parlour. I'm sure Lady Belladonna might object if she caught us like this." I smiled.

JeanClaude shrugged. "Oh I do not know, Vladira. Perhapse she would like to see this going on as well. You are so beautiful." He smiled back, his hands rubbing his lap, eagerly.

As I was watching Antonietta finish her sketching, she continued to look as I breathed very slowly. She was transfixed on me. Her gaze was one of a longing, but, I would bide my time. I wondered if JeanClaude would allow such a thing to happen, as jealous as he could be, I discovered. But, even he seemed a bit aroused at the beauty of her. Not quite as much as he was with me.

"JeanClaude, has mother come from her room yet?" I asked.

"No, Dearest. At least I do not think she has. I might have missed her as she has gone to tend to Princess Amneris."

I nodded. "Perhapse we ought to go and see. I am sure Antonietta would like to do another sketch of me just for you. Won't you, Antoinetta?"

She looked surprised at first. "Of course, Countess. I would be glad to."

She would show the sketch to me first. I was amazed at the finished art. So lifelike, so beautiful!

"You do well, Antoinetta. Even I am quite impressed. I could use someone with your talents." I smiled as I sat back up, and she sat beside me.

Antoinetta looked at me, her breath becoming hard. I could feel it. As JeanClaude picked up my gown and handed it to me, I stood up and put it back on, slowly. My back to her, the faberic slowly sliding down, sensualy. I could hear her gasp slighty.

"JeanClaude, could you go and see if mother would need anything. I wish to discuss something with Antoinetta." I whispered to him, my lips gently brushing against his left ear.

"Of course, Beloved. I think things will be well for all of us." And he walked out, smiling and humming "The Blue Danube". He knew, and I could sense he was pleased.

I turned to face Antoinetta again. "Come with me, I have another place we can work. I am sure it will be more....comfortable for both of us. JeanClaude will not disturb us for a while."

As we walked up the stairs, Antoinetta asked about my mother and Princess Anmeris. I looked down at her and answered.

"My mother, the Countess Yvain de Chrys, is here with us. I had found she had survived my family having been murdered by my former uncle.

The Princess Amneris HathorRa is an old friend of the family. She and my mother have been helping me through a hard time the past few years.

It is a bit difficult for you to understand, as it is a long story. Perhapse I shall tell you later." And we reached mine and JeanClaude's bedroom.

"Make yourslef comfortable, Antoinetta. I am sure you will find an inspiration in here, very soon." As I slid my dress off, she looked wide eyed at me again. "Can you do another? I am ready for your talents to begin."

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The Beauty of Vladira

Author: JeanClaude Minot

Date: 09-25-04 20:02

I could not help but want to see how much Lady Antonietta had sketched. She told me not to look, as it wasn't ready. I was eager to see. I also longed to have Vladira. I was ashamed at what I had done to Elsa, and I admitted it to Vladira.

As we waited, Antonietta finished. I had not the chance to see it, when Vladira asked about mother Yvain. I could tell she wanted to be alone with this mortal. She was an interesting prospect. Along Vladira's ideals for enjoyment.

I loved Vladira deeply, and as I looked at Antonietta, even I was aroused. She obviously was lured by my beloved. This one would be her most enjoyable yet.

I handed Vladira her dress, and watched her put it on. As I kissed her, I then left the parlour, humming "The Blue Danube".

As I found my way to mother Yvain's room, I could sense Vladira behind me, luring Antonietta to our room. I had much to explain to Yvain. I only hoped that she could forgive me for what I had done to Elsa.

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Woman Unleashed

Author: Lady Antonietta DMedici

Date: 09-25-04 22:30

"Our hostess might think it a bit brash if she found us like this in her parlor. I'm sure Lady Belladonna might object if she caught us like this."

"Oh, I do not know, Vladira. Perhaps she would like to see this going on as well. You are so beautiful."

This risqué discourse between Vladira and Jean Claude resounded in my ears as I remained hunched over before the fire, fully engrossed in my work. My mind was trying to decipher who these new people were�Elsa and Lady Belladonna. Whoever Elsa was, she was no longer present. Based on the tone of respect that was used with Belladonna's name, I figured she probably owned the manor and had taken in Vladira and Jean Claude as permanent guests. But there had to be more; the house was too large for so few people. If there were any others, I would be interested in interacting with them, if not by the evening's end then certainly by the morrow.

Vladira was such an exceptional model, plausibly my best in a long time. She had been my first since my arrival to America, as I had spent the few months at my hotel working primarily with landscapes and still lifes. But I had not lost my skill of rendering the nude human form. I was so satisfied with Vladira that it was hard to complain about her, even though she kept moving her jaw as she spoke to the Count. Thankfully, I had finished her facial features so the shifting jaw was not an issue. Now I had to include that magnificent mass of thick, long hair spilling across the cushions.

"Vladira, you are welcome to keep up your conversation now. Just try not to move your head. You're still bald in this picture. I need to do your hair."

Her eyes flashed in response.

It didn't take me long to complete the thick cascading strands. A few light brushings of the pencil was done to create the basic "shape" of how Vladira's hair was arranged, followed by some darker markings to indicate the shadowed areas. It made for a lovely contrast with her delicate pallor.

My mind tuned in and out of the words passed between my two companions.

Vladira spoke again, attempting to minimize the movement of her lips. "Has mother come from her room yet?"

"No, Dearest," replied Jean Claude. "At least I do not think she has. I might have missed her as she has gone to tend to Princess Amneris."

Another person I did not know.

Vladira gave a subtle nod, so slight that it didn't seem like she had moved at all.

She suggested to Claude that they go and see Princess Amneris, before surprising me with yet another request for a portrait of herself.

I was only too proud to comply. I would draw her a million times if that's what her heart desired.

The hair completed, I looked up from my work and smiled.

"All right Vladira, its all finished now. Thank you very much for posing for me. Here's what you look like on paper."

Bringing myself up from my seated position on the floor, I handed the pad to Vladira for her to inspect. She giggled in girlish delight.

"You do well, Antoinetta! Even I am quite impressed. I could use someone with your talents."

Use? I flushed pink in my own, strange way of gratitude. Vladira sat upright again and patted down the space on the couch next to her for me to sit. The velvet was warm where the hot flesh of her thigh had pressed against it for all that time. The soft red bristles of the fabric were scented lightly with Vladira's natural scent as well as the aroma of the cinnamon and blueberry incense that radiated throughout the room.

Jean Claude, upon moving from his chair, bent before us to retrieve Vladira's gown and handed it to her. I watched on as she redressed herself, sensually slowly�.each movement of the fabric sliding over and across her body intentionally prolonged.

I looked over at Jean Claude. He too, was mesmerized by her.

Having fully attired herself, Vladira gestured to her consort to come to her. When he was close enough, she brushed her lips against his ear and whispered something too inaudible for me to hear. I could make out one thing alone: "Antonietta."

Whatever the rest of it was, Jean Claude was accepting. Anything to please his beloved. With that he turned on his heel and sauntered out of the parlor, a tune on his tongue that wasn't familiar to me.

The fire cackled in the aftermath of his departure.

Vladira turned to look at me with that heart melting smile. "Come with me, I have another place we can work. I am sure it will be more....comfortable for both of us. JeanClaude will not disturb us for a while."

I flushed again, quite unaware of where I would be taken to. Taking my small knapsack, sketchbook and pencil with me ,I followed the Countess out of the parlor, as we ascended a great flight of stairs that led to another level of the house. She answered my questions about her mother, who I learned to be the Countess Yvain de Chrys�a woman who had narrowly escaped death at the hands of Vladira's former uncle. At mentioning of such a morbid set of details, my mouth became suddenly parched with a desire for food or drink. I had not had anything practically all day.

"Aside from our noble origins, we have something else in common, it appears," I noted.

"Oh?" Vladira said, passing her palm across the smooth wood of the curving banister.

"A tragic family life."

At this Vladira paused in her tracks and turned to me, the beginnings of her eyebrows raised up regettably.

"I didn't mean to�rouse any ill memories in you, my lady. If�if I had known that my mentioning my mother and uncle might have conjured any thing negative for you��."

I brushed her fingertips with my own and smiled sadly. The memory of my parents would never be erased. Nor would the pain of losing them by such senseless means.

"No, it's all right Vladira. You had no way of knowing. Perhaps one day, when we get to know each other more, we will take the time to discuss our past lives."

We reached a long passageway illuminated with wax candles. A long rug lined the floor beneath our feet as we made our way along to Vladira's bedchamber.

Upon opening the door, she invited me to make myself comfortable within her own little palace which I did willingly. She had exceptional taste in designing! The walls were tinted with crimson wallpaper, the carpeting was of the same tone, and the bed was situated on a high platform led to by two stairs. Scented candles burned throughout. I closed my eyes and allowed the mixed fragrances to caress the sensitive insides of my nostrils.

Vladira's voice, so low and close to me, brought my eyes to open.

"I am sure you will find an inspiration in here very soon," She mouthed, passing her lips across my ear as she spoke. I shuddered and when I looked over, she had again discarded her gown and exposed herself for my attentive eyes to see.

"Can you do another? I am ready for your talents to begin."

She lay herself down upon the bed on her stomach, clutching tightly at the pillows with clenched fingers. Setting aside my bag on her cream dresser, I held out my pencil in front of me to measure her body.

"How about we try a different pose this time�hmmm?"

Vladira agreed. "What pose did you have in mind?"

I took some time to think. "Well, you looked so tranquil and innocent in the first drawing�so perhaps we should go for something a little less�..at peace."

"Explain."

"I'd like to see more emotion in your face for this one. Narrow your eyes. Purse your lips slightly. Yes, just like that. Now let your hair fall over your left shoulder�.yes�that'll made for a very provocative look. Now as for the rest of you�.since you are on your stomach�bring up your knees so that your bottom is in the air�.up�.wait, that's too high..lower it just little�there. Dig your nails deeply into that blue velvet cushion. Ah! Perfect Vladira!"

She smiled at me in the dim light.

"Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"Yes. Is the light sufficient for your mortal eyes?"

She spoke so low I could scarcely hear her. "My what?"

"It's rather dark in here. Would you like some more light for your eyes?"

"Oh! Yes, that would be very good thank you. "

"There's a switch beside the wardrobe on your right."

I moved to where she instructed and flipped up the light switch. The room illuminated brightly enough for me to work.

Vladira shifted a bit on the bed. I asked her for the second time if she wanted to change pose. She insisted that she didn't mind the pose I had selected.

"Come Antonietta, and sit on the bed with me. You can take off your sandals and set them by the door. No one will trouble us."

I removed my shoes from my feet and put them next to the locked door. I moved up to the bed again and lay myself over its satin sheets.

"I'm wearing a skirt, so I can't really sit up and cross my legs because the fabric will strain against my kneecaps. I'll have to lie down on my stomach. "

Carefully turning to a fresh page, I considered my subject. She was much closer to me than she had been down in the parlor, and because of this difference in the perspective, there would be the challenge of foreshortening.

"I should perhaps warn you Vladira, that because I am not accustomed to being this close to my model, it might take me longer to do than the other one�.."

Now it was my turn to bring my lips, moist after passing my tongue over them with my own untamed longings, to her ear.

"That's not a problem is it?"

***

feeding

Author: Union

Date: 09-26-04 06:42

His eyes fluttered open to the sight of Violet, and as they lay there just looking at each other, Union for the first time in several years felt like he was protected from the world and from the beast within. She looked weak, and he wondered if she had been injured, or if it were from the lack of feeding.

He tried to smile, it was a weak attempt, for his heart still ached from the atrocity the beast had committed. It was an act he could have prevented if he were a stronger man. But here, for the moment he felt like it was going to be all right.

"I have missed you�" He let the words out slowly, almost a whisper. "Will you not hunt?" He asked, knowing her answer before she shook her head no. She would have already been gone if she was going to go into the night, instead here she lay with him, a blanket of security. Reaching out he pulled her close and held her to him. He needed this, the comfort, the sense of things were to be all right. Yet did he deserve it? Union didn't think so. Who would comfort Narcissa? "Here feed from me." He offered, leaning his neck towards her. And in the back of his mind he wished she would never stop, he wanted her to take all of his blood, and leave in the place of a tortured soul, a husk of lifeless flesh.

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Artist at Work

Author: Vladira

Date: 09-26-04 07:33

I had no problems with how she wanted me to pose. Her lips close to my ear, I staved the lustful hunger for this mortal. I was propped up on my knees, my dark hair over my shoulders, and a look of longing on my face.

As I looked at Antonietta, she was still a bit nervous, but, had calmed down much. I could smell her sweet perfume, as well as her hormones racing. Antonietta tried to become comfortable, as she lay on her stomach, propped up on a pillow I had handed her, so she could sketch, I could see her smiling, her tongue every so often wet her lips.

As I lay in the postion, she looked more and more at me. I watched as she moved the pencil in the air, as thought she were tracing my curves out, then putting them on the paper. Her fingers tensed then relaxed on the sketchpad, gently rubbing the back of it.

Her sighs were audible. As she continued, I could sense her becoming more and more calm. Her longings increase. I bided my time, as we had plenty of time this night.

Antoinetta reched over and had me move my right shoulder just slighty, allowing my right breast to be shown more. Her eyes widened as I moved. Her breath quickened, I could hear her heartbeating. Faster, and faster. She closed her eyes for a moment and it slowed. She rubbed the back of her neck, and continued with the sketch.

I had begun to wonder how well she looked without the restraint of her outfit. I would bide my time. Plenty of time to have.

***

Sating Hunger, Feeding Worry

Author: Vampiress Violet

Date: 09-27-04 11:45

"I have missed you�" He let the words out slowly, almost a whisper. "Will you not hunt?"

Violet shook her head at Union's question and put up no resistance as he pulled her into his arms. "I have missed you too..." She spoke softly, resting her head on his shoulder, finding comfort mingled with dispair and restlessness within his arms over what the beast within him had done...something she was near certain had involved Narcissa.

"Here feed from me." He offered, leaning his neck towards her.

Her eyes fluttered open, she had fed of him on a couple of occasions, one that first night they had met and something within them had kindled faster than a forest fire ignigting dry tinder. "After I feed, tell me what happened...all that you can remember." She spoke softly, uncertain if he would take her up on what she asked.

She watched him for a few moments before her head turned and he felt the press of her lips against his neck. Press of fangs into tender flesh brought a flood of heated blood to her lips, she drank enough from him that would hold her for the remainder of this night. Though tomorrow night she would surely have to get out and truly kill in order to regain all of her strength.

She remained within Union's arms as she left a bit of her essence within him after her bite and had sealed the wounds. Her head resting on his shoulder and her hands resting on his arms as she remained within his embrace, wondering if he would tell her...

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Entertaining Coincidence

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 09-27-04 12:19

"Where are we going anyways?" Narcissa asks as they watch a sports car winding its way up the same mountain highway on which Laura and Damiana fed the night before. "You have some place in mind you want to go? I have no idea where I'm going, but I am pretty hungry tonight."

The excited anticipation of the hunt has seemingly quelled, for the moment at least, whatever had Narcissa so troubled when Laura first found her in the manor's kitchen.

"I'm not familiar with this area yet, either," Laura admits. "But that road has to lead up from somewhere, and one thing I've come to appreciate over the past five years is how quickly and effortlessly we can move. No wonder people think we fly like bats! C'mon... this time it makes sense to follow the path more traveled."

It takes them very little time to get down the mountain, out of the valley, over a ridge, and into an area where the forest is increasingly perforated by manicured tracts of the oversized homes and luxurious condominiums preferred by rising young professionals. They slow to a normal walk in a commercial area filled with upscale shops, cafes and taverns. As they stroll, Laura explains in detail the events leading up to her being shot, and what little she knows of what happened afterward. After a few minutes, they come up to a glossy white building trimmed with stainless steel and neon. The thrum of dance music pounds down through the sidewalk.

"This looks promising," Narcissa suggests.

"Yes, quite," Laura agrees as they cross the parking lot toward an open double door flanked by well-muscled bouncers. The way the light glints off the fender of a roadster as they pass it catches Laura's eye and she stops to inspect the little car. A set of nearly invisible scratches in the hood confirm her first impression. Laura starts to laugh.

"What is it?" Narcissa asks.

"You know that guy I told you about? The one Damiana and I were messing with when we were interrupted by the bitch who shot me... This is his car!"

"C'mon," Laura chuckles as she turns back toward the nightclub. "This should be fun!"

***

A meal or more?

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 09-27-04 15:34

She listened to Laura's incredulous tale with Damiana of the man and woman they found parked and screwing in the woods. It made her laugh to some extent wondering if they had ever heard of urban legends before. She figured he must have never listened about the one where the girl and guy are on a date in the woods...

They appeared near what appeared to be a cluster of homes, perhaps a more artsy type community, with obvious money by the looks of the pristine condos, clean streets and sounds of glasses clinking at a nearby cafe. They came upon the little parked convertable and as they stopped she raised a brow looking to Laura as she inspected the car a bit more.

"You're telling me this is the same guy that got you shot?"

Well, technically he didn't get her shot, but if he hadn't been parked in the woods and that damn cop hadn't come upon him, she wouldn't have been shot. Good thing they could regenerate so quickly, lest her former slave, now turned friend find herself on the sickening end of what kindred call immortal death. It's the kind of death where you never come back, and even a place where kindred are frightened to go...especially the elders.

"You shouldn't have let him get away Laura. He's probably freaking out, telling his friends about all these crazy people that live in the woods. And you know what that leads to right?"

Laura looked at her as if she were a bit looney herself, but she could tell Laura was just waiting to hear that question with a laughable "What?" attached to her question.

"It leads to drunk idiots coming into the woods looking for trouble that's what. They want to see if they can find the beautiful crazy women in the woods. And who knows what? They might try to kill us, screw us, or even worse...take us home with them.

Of course, what it really meant was an easy meal for them to hunt, but did she care? Not really. She just wanted to get away from the woods where Union had his fill of her body, and she could almost still feel the semen of that horrid beast buried between her legs. It made her shiver for a moment and squeeze her thigh muscles together. She needed to feed.

"Okay, so here's the plan. If this guy is really in here, what's say we have a bit of fun with him? Let's get a meal inside then find him and bring him home for some good old fashion fun. He got you shot, so now it's his turn to feel exactly how wrong that is to do to a woman like you Laura."

Vengence was also sweet. And this bastard would be useful in taking the blunt end of her anger towards Union. Afterwards, she could find that little corner office and sleep. But first...the game must start somewhere and now it was time to roll the dice.

***

Hidden Agendas

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 09-28-04 13:47

The two beautiful Vampiresses have no trouble getting past the bouncers, despite their lack of ID. They find a booth overlooking both the bar and dance floor, instinctively taking a position that gives them the greatest vantage over the most prey. Laura scans the large club, finds what she seeks, then selects the side of the table facing the other way, giving her instead a clear view of the dancers.

"You see that guy sitting alone at the far end of the bar?" Laura tilts her head back over her left shoulder, then grins menacingly at Narcissa.

"That's the guy I was telling you about. The one Damiana and I were playing with when the bitch with the gun showed up."

Narcissa looks past Laura, to where a young man sits on a darkened stool near the wall.

He stares into his drink, as if trying to ignore the nightlife he presumably came to this tavern to enjoy. He is no doubt struggling with the confusion engendered by the unsuspected infusion of vampiric essence in his blood. For several moments Narcissa simply stares at him.

The predatory glint in Narcissa's eyes slowly fades, replaced by an introspective mien, as if she too is plagued by some unidentified internal struggle.

Losing patience for her own private reasons, Laura finally clears her throat. "I wonder if they have waiters here. I don't know about you, but right now... I'd kill for a drink!"

***

Doleful Melody

Author: Lady Antonietta DMedici

Date: 09-28-04 16:42

(Note: The song is copyright me. I am a singer in RL)

"Love is blind, with clouded eyes

She wanders lost and confused like a dazed spirit praying to connect

Yet somehow through these blinded eyes she seeks her way,

Past the twisted, melting paths that know no end.

She has been hurt before; she's sought unrequited hearts

And she finds it more painful than her own heart can bear

Feeling naught but the heated breath of darkness

The ever looming shadow of seemingly lost hope

That stalks her for an eternity,"

So emanated the lyrics of a song that I myself had composed five years after the double murder of my parents. Vladira's dark eyes widened, though she didn't shift any other part of her body as she held her pose.

"Did you�write that?"

I nodded. "Yes. When I was fifteen years old."

"Fifteen! So young and yet so advanced. What inspired you?"

I sighed and twirled the pencil between my fingers, gripping the back of the pad with my other palm. " The loneliness. The need and desire to give love and be loved."

"Antonietta. You are so talented! You should be�a singer!"

I shook my head a bit sadly. "I wasn't looking for advancement or attention of any kind. I just wanted the basic elements of happiness that we should all be entitled to as human beings. Being royal didn't necersarily�ensure me a lifetime of happiness and good fortune. After all, I did lose both of my parents to a planned double homicide in a single night when I was just ten. You see, I wrote the song five years after I lost my parents. I�I was going to wait till we got more time to spend together before I told you all this�.and I regret having ruined the mood�."

Vladira's soft voice interrupted me, "That's all right darling. Like I said to you on the stair case, I don't want to say or do anything to offend you. Do what makes you feel comfortable. You are my guest, in my bedchamber."

I smiled in thanks.

"You have been such a sweet and lovely young woman and someone that I am honestly glad to have met. I hope that we have the opportunity to become even closer. The world is full of corruption and selfish people. There aren't many around like you. You have qualities that one must search high and low to discover."

The Countess paused, and suddenly locked her dark eyes on the hand that clutched my pencil.

"May I?"

"May you what madam?"

"May I move my hand to touch yours? Downstairs, you were so warm when we were sitting together. And I�am so very cold inside�."

I agreed. Vladira slipped her hand from under the cushion and grasped my finger tips tightly, forcing me to drop the pencil on the satin sheets, startling me with the sudden chill of her touch. I shuddered, then adjusted and moved into the cool feel of her.

Vladira, in all her naked glory, crawled closer to me with a determined glint in her eyes, and a hardened edge to her lush lips. Releasing her frigid grasp on my fingers, she passed her palms over my bare arms, sending wondrous chills through me. Her voice was in my ear again, beckoning in its husky tone and enticing me,

"You are so wonderfully talented," She breathed, running her lips across my right temple. "And so immaculately gorgeous. Your hair is dark as the night sky outside and your eyes are like emeralds. And your body�.."

I couldn't pull away, for I had fallen too deeply into the spell of her eyes. She took up the sketchbook and took a moment to look over what I had done, amazed at how I'd once again succeeded in capturing her likeness. She flipped back a page to glance over the first drawing.

My upper arms shivered as they had when her hands had been there. But it was a delicious shiver, one that dripped with freezing heat and teasing temptation. .

Leaning over, she set the sketchbook on a small table beside the bed and with that ever mysterious smile, she slipped to the other end of the mattress�closer to the starless window.

Why was she moving away? Had I upset her some how? Wasn't she just caressing me, asking me if she could hold my hand?

"Vladira! What happened?"

She had her back to me, head semi turned, still seated on the bed. The moonlight spilled across her bare figure like an aura from the heavens. Not a muscle flinched. I reached out for her. So close, and yet so far away.

"Countess, please talk to me," My heart was beating that rapid rhythm again. "You must talk to me! Please�I must hear your voice again."

She only sighed a deep, melancholy sigh. What had I done wrong? I did the only thing I could think to do at that moment. I continued the lyrics to my doleful song,

"She turns about within the unconsciousness of her slumber and opens her eyes,

Once so foggy, now by some miracle she sees!

She witnesses the pale moon as it rises above the faded clouds and into her life.

And for a moment, she is rendered awestruck

As this miracle of nature materializes into human form before her.

Enticed by her beauty, she is drawn towards the heavenly aura she emanates

But with each step closer, finds that she draws away

Taking shards of her wondrous light with her.

Is she discouraged? Perhaps a little afraid?

To be within the presence of the emotion so many yearn for?"

I sat back on my heels and waited for a reply to my melody. But what I truly wanted even more, was to feel those freezing hands upon my heated flesh again�.

***

Haunting Melodies

Author: Vladira

Date: 09-30-04 17:24

I had not known anyone with such a haunting singing voice as Antonietta. As I neared her, I longed for her. But, something pulled me away. I sat back against the pillows, and looked out the window at the night sky.

"Vladira, what happened?

"Countess, please talk to me, You must talk to me! Please�I must hear your voice again."

" She begged.

I looked over at her as she ran her hands along her upper arms. I closed my eyes for just a moment and sighed. I wondered what would come my of this, as Antoinetta was eager. I had many who were eager. Male and female. Then, I found myself humming an old tune I had not even heard since I was with my beloved Erich.

"The moonless night, on which we were joined,

had meaning for us then.

But as the time goes by,

it shall never end." I softly sang.

I opened my eyes and saw Antoinetta slowly moving her hands along the front of her blouse. I wondered what she might do, until she opened a few buttons. I could see her skin. It was well tanned, and luxurious.

She breathed a little harder, as she leaned forward, allowing me to see within her blouse at her chest. I felt the lure of this mortal. I had not ever seen this much beauty.

She reached out and took a hold of my right hand. I felt her gently touch me. Her warm hands upon my hand was enticing. I Iooked into her eyes, and found myself smiling a bit.

"It has been a lonely life for me, Antonietta. So lonely. JeanClaude has given me a new happiness, but, something deep down is still screaming." And I began to hum "The Blue Danube Waltz".

Antonietta sat up and moved closer to me. She finally recognized the tune. I could see it in her eyes now. She was quite skilled in art, and now I find she could sing!

"What more can you do, Antonietta? As I took her hands in mine and felt her heat increase. I leaned towards her, and gently stroked her neck, down along her chin, and slowly slid my right hand forefinger across her lips. She closed her eyes and I felt her lips press gently against it. I gently opened her mouth with my finger, allowing me to see within. I wondered how well those beautiful teeth would look as a kindred's. But, I shook that off, only to see the tip of her tongue touch my finger. I pulled my finger away, and pulled her close. My lips near her left ear. My right hand sliding within the folds of her blouse, searching for the bare skin about her breasts, and the tips within, I whispered to her.

"There is more to you I wish to know, Antonietta."

And she sighed....

***

Coming Home

Author: Sutter Kane

Date: 09-30-04 20:47

Lia got back into the car. "Okay," she said. "I think I'm ready to go home now."

Sutter smiled at the young girl when she climbed into the back seat with a smile on her face and when she looked at her two companions. Samantha then handed her a kerchief, "You've missed a spot dear." Lia took the kerchief and dabbed at the corner of her mouth, cleaning the spot of blood. "Thank you!" She piped in.

Sutter hoped the two ladies would play nice and make friends soon enough as he started the car, leaving both the dark alley and a dead girl behind. With any luck by the time they found her body it will have washed down river to the next state. As Sutter pulled to the end of the alleyway he looked in the rearview mirror and gave a small laugh when he saw, Lia had decided to lay down in the back seat with her bare feet at the ankles hanging out of the convertible.

Pulling out of the alleyway slowly, when he came to the crossroads he decided to drive through to the far side of the city before picking up the highway. Along the way the Vampires watched with apathetic disinterest upon all the sweet decadence that man continued to visit upon his fellow man. But what Sutter liked the most as he was drove along in the night in a city with its decaying flesh of roads and it creaking bones of buildings, was the interactions of the humans. And even though he didn't particularly like the choice of career the prostitutes had made for themselves, it was still their choice to let themselves be violated in ways most humans would never be able to wrap their minds around. And yet it was still a choice that was willingly accepted by the ladies of the evening.

Not that he really cared, to Sutter they all were really nothing more then the next possible meal and he couldn't be bothered with what happened to them any more then he could be bothered with what happened to a cockroach after one crushed it under one's heel. Consequently when he saw a pimp bitch-slap his property to the ground, reach into her bag taking her money and then demand she get her ass back out on the streets and make more money by wiggling her snatch, he just ignored her plight. He ignored her even more when she looked up and directly into Sutter's eyes as she pleaded and begged for his help with her eyes as the tears of pain and humiliation streamed down her face. Sutter just put the BMW into gear when the traffic light turned green and drove away leaving the girl who could not have been more then fifteen years old crying upon the cold and indifferent city streets under the uncaring illumination of the city lights.

Coming to the far end of the city at last Sutter made the few turns required to catch the highway and shortly before leaving the lamp lights behind he looked into the rearview mirror and saw that Lia was catching a catnap. Looking over to Samantha he saw that she too was dozing off but knew by the time they reached the Manor once more she would be hungry for nourishment because even now, he himself was getting hungry as he had not consumed a thing since last night.

***

Cool Strutt

Author: Hampton Culver

Date: 10-01-04 14:49

The music was loud, the drinks were expensive and the girls were dressed sluttish. It was just the way that Hampton liked it.

He had found a place at the bar where he could look out among the prospects that he would allow to be the recipients of his seed tonight.

There was the girl in the short black pvc skirt. When she bent down just right, Hampton could see that she was not quite covered under it. Than there was a brunette where very tight, white pants, that hugged her ass like second skin. Either she was also bare under them or had a very nice g-string.

But it was the two women dancing together that really caught Hampton's eye. A blond and a redhead. He had not been with a redhead in a while, and it would be a nice change. Not only where they dressed in revealing leather pants and skirt (they looked like they had tried to match), but they were dancing rather provocatively with each other.

Yeah, his eyes followed them as if he were a lion stalking prey. They way they touched each other, and ground their pelvis together. He was pretty sure that he could talk them into joining him for some horizontal moves.

Hampton finished his drink, checked his breath and started to make his way toward the two women on the dance floor that he was going to create a night to remember with them.

***

The dance is much like the hunt

Author: Vampiress Narcissa

Date: 10-01-04 16:52

She had taken note of the man Laura was talking about grinning ear to ear as he had yet to notice them inside the club. The music was pounding, no different then any club she had yet to forget, and the smell of alcohol was acute in the air. Laura grabbed her hand and led her across the lobby, laughing as they spoke more about the night in the woods as they drained the freshly screwed girl, while freshly screwing with the drained man. She watched the creature in the corner, his gaze sharp as were his features, slowly drowning himself in drink. He had a predatory gaze...only his tastes were that for woman, while theirs was for blood. She narrowed her gaze as she watched him. He was finely tuned in to what he was looking for, a concentration that unnerved her a bit. But Laura urged her towards the edge of the dancefloor.

"Come on, let's dance. He's sure to notice your red hair, and I'd love to see the look on his face when he sees me." She giggled, almost euphoric with the prospect of what was going to happen this night, while starting the gyrating dance.

They both swept the gaze of men away from prospective dates and one night stands as they moved slowly to the music that seemed to pulse the lifeblood of dance through the sweaty masses on the dance floor. Most held their hands high, concentrating on not falling over in a drunken stupor, while she and Laura merely concentrated on each other. It was as if mistress and slave were together again as they felt one anothers hunger rising from wanting flesh and soon, the shadow of the man in the corner was upon them. He seemed to be the only one bold enough to approach each of them, if anything to watch with mortal approval. He could smell them, she was sure of that...it disgusted her. But she was hungry. She stopped and looked at him with a sensuous smirk crossing crimson colored lips as she looked to him, teasing with a fashionable glance, knowing his confidence would be put to the test as soon as Laura pulled the curls from her face.

"Hey handsome, looking for a good time tonight?"

She sounded like a damned hooker, but she didn't care. Either he was or he wasn't, but what he saw in her gaze was perhaps something more as her mezmiric stare pulled him in like a lamb to the fox.

***

Roadside Assistance

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 10-02-04 05:47

With silent hunger, Belle watched their prey.

The man had cursed and thrown something over the cliff. Even with her vampiric senses, Belle had found it difficult to make out in the dark, but it looked like a cell phone. Had his girlfriend just dumped him? Had he just lost a job, or at least a big account? Something had him upset and despondent, and therefor vulnerable as the two vampiresses emerged from the trees.

The man turned, surprised to find anyone walking along this lonely stretch of mountain highway, and then chagrined to discover the strangers to be two well-dressed, beautiful women.

"Excuse me, Sir," Belle began in her sweetest voice. "Our car broke down up the road. I was hoping you might agree to give the two of us a ride."

His face changed from vexation to cheer as he suddenly believed what had started as an awful evening might turn into a delightful adventure. He was half right.

"Sure!" he smiled enthusiastically. "Of course! I'd be happy to do whatever I can for you ladies."

"Oh, thank you, Sir," Belle purred, then turned to her companion. "We're most grateful, aren't we? Cassie, my Darling, I think we should show this gallant gentleman just how grateful we are to have found him here in our hour of need."

Cassandra grinned as she stepped forward.

The man appeared surprised, yet hopeful, as the lovely vampiress seductively strolled up to him....

***

A night navigating

Author: Davis Santiago

Date: 10-02-04 13:57

He adored Bianca, the way she smiled, the way she smelled, even down the minute detail of how she dressed. She was such a confident woman now, far more confident than when he first laid eyes upon her. Long ago when they first met at the manor she was a woman lost, and although he could see why, he did not understand why she let it effect her so much. Of course, he had lost someone himself, his own sire to the horrors of mortal man, but it was so long ago, the pain and suffering of such a loss was faded over time. But Bianca had bounced back from the depths of such an existance, rebounding instantly when he made her his chylde. It was a strange siring indeed, giving his own life blood to her after draining all the previous blood from her body, unknowing if that was even a way to keep a vampire alive. It wasn't a true siring by all standard meanings of the word, but for them, it worked. She was his chylde, he her sire, and they had both discovered what love was again.

They swiftly moved through the parlor, both of their dark gazes scanning the room for other signs of vampire activity, which there was, but they were out the door before time could even tell.

"Bianca, you seem awfully fiesty tonight. It is good to see you so happy after all these years."

Of course, she still had her ups and downs during their travels together, but that seemed typical enough. Usually during her downs she would find comfort in his strong embrace and bounce back into happiness after sex and a good hunt. And he was quite hungry this night, looking for a solid meal as they took to the rocky road that led to the manor.

"Would you like to find some campers tonight or perhaps hit the ski town nearby?"

He stopped at the edge of a ravine where he could see lights from what looked like secluded condos down the edge. He pointed so she could see the dim lights, and perhaps even hear the sounds of a party going on with their tuned hearing.

"I could go for a bit of socializing and dinner, how about you my dear?"

He wrapped his hands around her waist at they both looked into the wilderness and beyond, his lips reaching her neck as soft breath pressed against her flesh, waiting for an answer.

***

"Taking" The Prey

Author: Cassandra Belmont

Date: 10-02-04 17:07

Cassandra had to admit that she was rather pleased that the young gentleman who had so fatefully fallen into their hands was so angered. They were always easier to handle, and she loved it. It saved all the suspicion and other crap that usually went along with it. With that thought in mind, Belle and Cassandra gently strolled over to the man, who seemed to seem somewhat happier as they approached. The fact that he was a depressed male gave them two advantages over him.

"Excuse me, Sir," Belle began in her sweetest voice. "Our car broke down up the road. I was hoping you might agree to give the two of us a ride." Oh, how she adored her Mistress' voice, it was like honey to her ears. There was indeed one advantage to "taking" their prey that evening: it would give her the opportunity to reveal her naked body in all its glory.. and hoped that Belladonna would do the same.

Their companion seemed to grin even wider as Belle offered him her most beautiful smile. Perhaps he was beginning to suspect their true intentions after all. Oh, how right he was, yet so wrong at the same time.

"Sure!" he smiled enthusiastically. "Of course! I'd be happy to do whatever I can for you ladies."

"Oh, thank you, Sir," Belle purred, then turned to her companion. "We're most grateful, aren't we? Cassie, my Darling, I think we should show this gallant gentleman just how grateful we are to have found him here in our hour of need."

Cassandra grinned as she stepped forward. Oh, what a grand occasion this was turning out to be.

Their companion seemed most surprised, yet rather hopeful, as Cassandra began to stroll towards him seductively.

Pressing their faces together so that their lips were barely apart, she caressed his cheek and began to whisper in his ear.

"Won't you tell me the name of our rescuer?" she asked him, a slight hint of passion hidden within.

"M..Mike.. but you can call me Michael" he corrected himself as he began to mumble. Surely by now he was aware of his situation.

"Michael" she whispered, pressing her firm lips against his own and allowing him to tenderly place his hands atop her breasts, aching to reveal themselves.

He moaned as she pressed their warm bodies even closer together, continuing to press many heated kisses upon his cheeks, lips, and neck. She was very tempted to have a bite of him right then and there, but she was in the mood for a little fun. Looking down for a brief moment to notice his manhood rising with passion, she giggled and pulled herself away. He seemed eager still as he followed her over to where Belle was standing.

"You know, I am sure our car can wait for just a little while" she whispered seductively, turning to Belladonna for approval. She nodded and offered a slight grin, a code that only the two knew. Michael remained oblivious to the fact that he would be prey in more ways than one that evening.

She dropped her "keys" suddenly, bending over to pick them up. Cassandra loved the way this little trick of hers always worked as she noticed Michael's eyes follow her down to the ground and back up again.

"Michael" Cassandra began again. "Won't you come and have a little fun with us first?"

He nodded rather enthusiastically as they both slid an arm into one of his. Approaching his car, Cassandra offered Belle a reassuring wink before sitting in the back seat with her.

If she didn't know any better, Cassandra would have said that this was going to be quite an interesting night.. for all of them.

***

Wicked Sensations

Author: Lady Antonietta DMedici

Date: 10-03-04 08:22

"The moonless night, on which we were joined,

had meaning for us then.

But as the time goes by,

it shall never end."

Oh the sonorous sound of Vladira's voice caressed and enticed my soul and body like only the most intense seduction. Tears glistened my green eyes as I watched her there, still keeping her distance, the waves of her long dark hair cascading down her back as she rocked back and forth slowly, lost within the sound of her own melodious words.

I closed my eyes briefly to brush away the tears, praying that she had not seen them.

Overwhelmed by the rush of the hot night, the Countess' haunting tune ravishing my every sense, I moved my hands over the front of my body to the buttons that lined my sleeveless white blouse. The oil paint was still caked beneath my fingernails, but there wasn't as much of it as there had been earlier.

Vladira had at last turned around and I could feel her watching eyes, gazing upon my every flinching gesture. I slipped the buttons open so that the full, inviting flesh of my bosom was exposed, covered only by a thin, sheer black brassiere. A sigh escaped slightly parted lips�.I felt so hot, so very hot, like the flames of seduction were flicking against my tanned flesh.

My head rolled about on my neck, as my thick dark hair slid down one exposed shoulder. I inched closer to Vladira, and reached for her hand. Our eyes met. Was that a flicker of a smile I saw upon her lips?

"It has been a lonely life for me, Antonietta. So lonely. Jean Claude has given me a new happiness, but, something deep down is still screaming."

She began to hum again, as I soundlessly ran the tips of my fingers over the top of her hand. Closing my eyes, I finally realized that I recognized the tune that she was humming.

"The Blue Danube Waltz" sounded more lovely than I had ever heard it when it came from Vladira's parted lips.

"What more can you do, Antonietta? She breathed, as she removed her hand from my exploring fingers to grasp both of my hands in hers. She caressed my exposed shoulder, my neck, my rapidly rising and falling bosom. I closed my eyes and futilely attempted to pace my breathing as Vladira passed her index finger across my lips to part them. I stuck the tip of my tongue out to lick at her flesh, sweeter than anything that had ever graced my taste buds.

My heart nearly exploded in my chest as I felt her run her hands through the thin

white material of my blouse, grazing the hot flesh of my heaving breasts as she stroked them to full tenderness. She drew me closer to her as she teased my nipples�hard and at the ready like little bullets, pressing against my sheer brassiere.

"There is more about you I wish to know Antonietta�" she breathed.

I sighed, feeling a moist sensation begin to form between the ever swelling lips of my womanhood.

"Vladira," I gasped, in an almost whiny voice. "I want you inside of me, I want you to stroke me�.Oh God, but this is so sinful! You have lived such a lonely, insatiable existance, as have I.... and I am oh so willing to be yours....to feel you always�to be your��your�.."

I rambled on, struggling to find the appropriate word to say, but my speech was truncated as I felt Vladira remove my blouse and bra completely and bring her hot lips to my aroused nipples. I pulled her head against my chest and starting swaying my hips forward and back, as if I could already feel her penetrating me with those long, slender, pale fingers.

Tears welled up beneath my closed eyelids as I conducted a passionate exploration of my own. She was already nude, so deliciously nude�and so�heated for me. This was wrong, Oh God, it was wrong for so many reasons. She belonged to the Count. I had never loved a woman, and had been taught to never fall in love with one because it was a mortal sin.

But my morality was discarded, like the blouse that was carelessly thrown over the side of the bed. I pressed my lips hungrily against Vladira's and wrapped my arms about her neck. I felt myself tighten between my legs, eager to be touched there. With my wearing a skirt, it was so easy for the Countess to have access to me�.to that throbbing sheath of velvet that was slick with my natural liquid heat.

"Vladira��oh�.Vladira," I whispered, running my lush lips across her ear�the bare flesh of my breasts pressing against her. I nudged her further to the center of the bed, wanting her to remove my skirt and see me in my full glory.

"Darling, please take me now! I love you�oh God how I love you! Take me! I cannot tolerate these wicked sensations anymore!"

***

Silent Partner

Author: Vampiress Laura

Date: 10-04-04 12:34

Laura sees Narcissa's predatory gaze focus on a man stepping up from behind Laura.

"Hey handsome!" Narcissa's voice drips sexuality, despite being shouted over the pounding dance music.

"Looking for a good time tonight?" she continues in her typically direct manner. Laura sees how Narcissa flinches from the whorish nature of her own words, but Laura also knows it will not offend nor deter this suitor. Even without seeing him, Laura immediately knows Narcissa addresses the man Laura and Damiana toyed with last night. She is nearly overcome by the scent of his desperate lust, enhanced by her own essence in his blood, inexorably drawing him to her, and incidently to her dancing partner.

As best she can, Laura keeps her face hidden from him as she dances.

It will make the caper that much more amusing to see his face when he realizes who she is, far too late to consider escaping from their trap, even if he could.

***

Delightful Sensations

Author: Vladira

Date: 10-04-04 12:55

How lucious, how regal she was. Antonietta gasped as I removed her blouse and brazier. My lips and tongue finding her breasts, closing around a hardened nipple, she gasped and moaned. I could feel her move her hips with delight. As we I released her, our lips pressed hard against each other, then she whispered to me.

"Darling, please take me now! I love you�oh God how I love you! Take me! I cannot tolerate these wicked sensations anymore!"

I looked into her dark green eyes. I saw a fire within them that was growing. I moved my hands down and found her skirt's zipper along her left side. I slowly moved the zipper down, feeling her body tense with delight. I managed to free the skirt, and saw her black lace panties. I threw her skirt over onto the chest at the foot of the bed.

She began to breath harder, slowly slipping her hands down, helping me remove her panties. I slid them past her knees, and finally off of her completely.

Her body was so perfect, for a mortal. Her tanned features, her face, everything. I gently lowered her onto her back, and smiled down at her. She looked up at me, hungry for my attention.

"Sweet Antonietta. So sweet." I whsipered, pressing my lips to hers.

Our tounges entwining with each other's, I moved my right hand down, finding the passage of her lust. I found her swollen felsh, hot and slick, wanting more of my touches, she moaned louder.

I moved down her torso, my lips and tounge taunting her flesh, Antonietta trembled with delight, goose bumps forming all along her body. I looked down between her lucious thighs, parting the way with my fingers. I gently stroked her nub, her eyes closing, and writhing in pleasure, she whispered to me over an over.

"Vladira...yes please...Vladira!"

I gently moved my fingers around her openeing, slowly, carefully, adding to the moment. She moved her hips slowly, as I slid two within her velvet sheath. Antonietta cried out, her back arching off of the bed. I smiled at her arousal. I then did something I very seldom did to any female, mortal or kindred. I removed my fingers and began to kiss her swollen lips of her womanhood. So sweet her dew, I growled with excitement as I took her. I reached along her torso with my hands and arms, grasping her breasts, squeezing them so she cried out with delight.

My fangs loging to pierce her delicate flesh, I managed to keep control of them. My tounge finding the passage within her, she moved her hands down to the back of my head, pulling my closer into her.

I looked up to see her in a state of euphoria. I moved back on top of her, she looked up at me, sweat pouring down her face and torso, breathing hard.

"You are like a goddess, Antonietta. soperfect, so beautiful. I want you to know me better, and have your turn now."

I moved back against the pillows, laying on my back, my thighs opened to her. She turned over onto her right side, looking at me, hungrily. I brought my knees up, my fingers parting my flesh to allow her passage within.

"Come Antonietta, I want to see what other talents you have."

And she moved towards me, the fire in her green eyes raging even higher.

***

Backseat Drivers

Author: Vampiress Belladonna

Date: 10-04-04 17:15

"Michael," Cassandra whispered as she snuggled against the man Belladonna had misled to believe that the two vampiresses were merely stranded motorists, in need of his assistance. "Won't you come and have a little fun with us first?"

Michael just grinned dumfounded, and nodded as Cassandra slipped her arm through his, and they turned to face Belladonna.

Belladonna took his other arm and led them back to his car. She opened the back door of his Jaguar sedan and slid in. Cassandra climbed in behind her.

"Michael!" Belladonna beckoned with a seductively breathy voice as she leaned back against the plush leather upholstery.

He sat down on the edge of the seat but Belladonna held up her right hand to stop him, even as her left slipped around Cassandra's shoulder to gently settle on her breast. It occurred to Belladonna that this was quite probably the same wayside where Laura and Damiana had run into so much trouble the night before. She preferred to feed elsewhere.

"Not yet, Sweetie," Belladonna told Michael. "We may be lonely, but really, my darling Cassie and I are truly ladies. We couldn't be comfortable here. Please, be a dear and drive us somewhere more private."

To emphasize the point, Belladonna slid her left hand inside Cassandra's blouse to stroke her nipples, as her right hand dipped to Cassandra's lap. Michael's eyes widened when Belladonna's hand caressed up the inside of Cassandra's thigh. Cassandra moaned softly and arched her back, lifting her hips to allow Belladonna to push her skirt all the way up. Michael watched with rapt attention until Belladonna stopped at the top of Cassandra's right leg, with her fingers teasingly twining through the already moist fur.

Michael's eyes lifted to again meets Belladonna's with his face betraying disappointment at being excluded, and just a start of doubt. Surely he had begun to suspect this was all too good to be true. Belladonna was ready for that.

"Please, dear Michael," Belladonna continued, locking her stare into his and rhythmically chanting in the mesmerizing voice Dahlia had taught her. "Drive us somewhere more private. We are lonely and need you to satisfy our desires. Take us to some secluded spot, so that you can share your body with us. Please, dear Michael, take us somewhere more private, so we can have you inside of us without interruption. You must be bold to have all you want in life. Please, dear Michael, drive us to some secluded spot so that we can make love like you've never known before."

Everything Belladonna said was in the strictest sense true, which added to the sincerity of her hypnotic tone. It is easy to convince even a clear mind of what it wants to believe. Michael had been angry and frustrated when they found him. It took nothing more to persuade him. Smiling widely, he shut the rear door, climbed into the driver's seat, and backed out of the wayside.

As he drove further up the mountainside, Belladonna noticed him repeatedly adjusting the rearview mirror to give himself a better view as she and Cassandra continued to pet in the backseat. Belladonna did not object to his voyeurism as she gave into her desires and deeply kissed Cassandra, while her fingers explored and tantalized the wet, sensitive folds between Cassandra's now widely parted thighs. Indeed, Belladonna encouraged Michael's unsubtle peeping, to keep his mind focused on the promise of making love to them, rather than the risks inherent in picking up two strangers on the highway. That would come later. For the time being, as they headed to whatever isolated place Michael knew, Belladonna relished how the buzzing hum of the Jaguar's powerful engine enhanced the pleasure she took in finally sharing her body with the beautiful and beguiling Cassandra.

***