I, Vampire Ch. 01

We lay back – spent – relaxed – satisfied.

“When we awaken, My Prince, you will be fully aware, but now we must rest until the sun flees the sky once more.” Her sweet lips caressed mine as I drifted off.

I was not falling asleep. It was something deeper than that – more restful. My breathing slowed – my heart slowed – then stopped. I realized that each day, as the sun rose, I would die during the daylight hours, to awaken with the approaching night.

The Awakening

I could feel my heart beating again as the hunger I had known but once before, burned again through my veins. When I opened my eyes my head was cradled in Flowers lap and she was gently stroking my temples.

She had been right, I was aware now.

Aware of what I was – aware of what I needed to do – aware of my powers and aware of what could destroy me.

I sat up and turned to Flower, speaking verbally, “I am aware now, just as you said I would be.” The language was that of the villagers, I had learned it as I was resting.

I had learned it as I lay dead.

Flower smiled and spoke the same tongue, “We must hunt now My Prince, the hunger burns in both of us tonight.”

“But where? We’re not going to feed from the villagers are we?”

“No My Prince, that is not needed – tonight. There is a band of renegades, pirates you would call them. They are camped two days march from here. You and I can be there in as many minutes. There will be blood aplenty to feed upon.”

I understood perfectly. We would be serving a two fold purpose; feeding, our first goal, and a punitive raid on a pirate camp. “When?” I asked, more than ready – the hunger burning hot in my veins.

“Just as soon as it is full dark, there is no moon tonight, so we will not be seen.”

I began to pace the hut – my hunger growing inside me – my veins on fire. “I’m not sure I can wait that long.” I tried to smile, but it was not possible.

“You are MY PRINCE!” Flower scolded, “You MUST control your hunger.” Her voice was sharp, commanding, yet calming as well.

I was able to control the burning in my blood, the thirst in my mouth. I stopped pacing and sat next to Flower. She smelled like her name, sweet and inviting. I rested my hand high on her thigh, her skin was cool and smooth.

“When we return My Prince,” she whispered, covering my hand with hers and moving it lower down her leg. “It is nearly full dark, and we must leave in moments.”

I relaxed my body and mind as I waited for the embrace of night.

“Come My Prince – it is time.” Flower rose and took my hand.

Together we stepped into the swirling mist of night that Flower had summoned. It closed about us like a shroud. In little more time that it takes to tell, we were over the pirate camp. Still concealed by the mist, we conversed without words.

“There is the tent of the captain and his woman.” Flower indicated a garishly colored tent that was larger than the others.

“I count four guards around it.” I observed.

“We must kill them quickly and quietly. We will not feed upon them.” Flower instructed, “I will draw their attention, you kill them. Use your strength and snap their necks.”

We allowed our cloud of mist to settle to the ground and stepped from it, into deep shadows.

Flower approached the first of the guards. His attention was instantly drawn to her incredible body. Seductively she smiled at him before placing her soft hands on his chest, then moving slowly downward.

As she reached his swelling crotch, I silently grabbed his head and chin and gave a powerful twist. The sound of his neck snapping was not loud – he made no other sound in dying.

I raised one finger, then bent to take the mans dagger from his belt.

Flower nodded and smiled as we moved the body further into the shadows and went in search of the second guard.

Using the same approach, Flower had to allow the second guard to fondle her breasts before she was able to maneuver him to the shadows, and me.

Again a quick quiet twist and another dead guard.

I held up two fingers as we resumed our search.

The third and fourth guards presented no problems – apart from Flowers breasts being fondled, something she didn’t really mind.

We were now ready to enter the captains tent. Flower gave me last minute instructions. “Use the power of your mind and your eyes. Seize his woman’s soul as I will seize his. We will couple with them, and at the moment of their climax, begin to feed. Their energy will be highest then, their life force it its strongest.”

I looked at Flower, “Fuck them and feed off them – I like that.”

Flower smiled, “I have enjoyed t his part of it any number of times.”

Like shadows we slipped into the tent. He and his woman were asleep. He was snoring, she lay there with her body exposed. She was quite young, and very pretty.

Flower indicated that we should begin.

The young woman came awake first, a look of alarm on her face. As my eyes held hers, her look became one of curiosity, then of acceptance. I held her mind and soul. I bid her to approach me, and she did, her pert young breasts quivering slightly with each step. Her black hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her thighs rippled as she moved.

The pirate grunted and sputtered as Flower took control of his mind. He too rose and approached. He was a powerfully built man of middle years. Scars of many battles crossed his swarthy skin and his massive cock twitched as it became erect and hard..

Flower would enjoy this encounter, as I would mine.

I reached out and caressed the girls breasts. She moaned softly and leaned into my hands, her fingers found, then embraced, the shaft of my erect cock.

I glanced to the side to see the same scenario taking place. Flower was fondling his heavy balls as she stroked his cock to full erection. His hands played roughly with her heaving breasts.

My attention returned to the girl before me. Her eyes were closed and she swayed back and forth to a rhythm only she could hear.

Flower was not inactive, she was one her knees sucking furiously on the pirate’s stiff cock, her cheeks sunken in, her head moving back and forth, her hands fondling his heavy nuts. She would continue to torment him thus until she was ready to feed.

I lifted the girl from her feet and held her poised above my rigid dick. Slowly I settled her onto it, feeling her tight wet cunt engulf me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms encircled my neck as she began to undulate her hips.

I began thrusting my cock in and out of her tight young body, feeling her clutch my rock hard shaft.

Beside me Flower was stretched out on her back, her long, lovely legs apart. The large man was in her in a heartbeat. His large cock ramming into her in a single, brutish thrust.

As I pounded my cock into the young girl, I remembered that I was no longer be able to climax with a mortal, only with one of my own kind. In my mind, I saw Flowers knowing smile and heard her unspoken promise, “when we’ve fed, My Prince, my lover, when we’ve fed.”

I sensed the young girl was approaching her peak, I glanced over at Flower, the pirate was pounding his cock into her open pussy with a mighty fury – it would be any moment now.

The girl tightened her legs around me as her body trembled and shook from the sensation of orgasm. Her juices flowing freely washed over my cock as she moaned in sublime ecstasy.

“Take her NOW My Prince – take her NOW!” Flower cried into my mind.

I slipped my fangs into the girl’s soft young throat and drank. Her blood was hot and it f lowed with a force driven by her sexual climax. I could feel her life force as it passed into me. My hunger subsided as the girl went limp beneath me. I drank until her once supple body was nothing but an empty husk.

I turned to look at Flower just as she sank her fangs into her victim and drank him dry.

The Loving

When we had finished feeding we both felt refreshed, stronger, infinitely more passionate. Flower came to me, stepping over the two bodies, to put her arms around my neck and her blood stained lips to mine.

Our kiss was searing, passionate, demanding of one another as our bloody lips slid over one another and our tongues intertwined.

“Make love to me My Prince, make me feel the ecstasy of being a woman.”

Slowly we sank to the floor, never breaking our kiss, my hands massaging her magnificent breasts, as she stroked my hard cock.

I settled between her legs, the head of my cock brushing the dense wet curls that covered her pussy like moss. I moved my hips as Flower wrapped her legs about me. In one long, slow stroke I had buried my cock deep inside her and our bodies began to move together.

Matching one another perfectly, our hips moved in unison, each ones stroke meeting the other, maximizing the feeling of union – of passion – of desire and pure animal lust.

I speeded up, my stroke becoming more powerful, faster, harder. My cock pounded into Flowers willing pussy like the ocean surf. Again and again my cock drove into her – again and again her passionate responsive body met and matched me stroke for stroke.

We could have continued all night, but our time was limited by the length of the night, and Flower had told me that we would also hunt tonight.

I could feel her thighs tremble as she held onto my torso, her firm ass cheeks started to quiver slightly. Flower was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. I could feel the quaking begin in her taught body, her luscious breasts heaving, her nipples firm and tight as her breathing became more and more ragged. I knew she was approaching orgasm, as I was fast approaching mine.

My balls were full and tight as they slapped wetly against the cheeks of Flower ass. I need release – soon. But I needed to climax with Flower even more. I held back, my will stronger than the urgency in my heated loins.

Flower clutched my cock with her strong inner muscles as her legs clenched around my body. She was cumming, her juices flowing over my hard dick as it pumped in and out of her.

My balls began to spasm. My cock pulsing and throbbing as semen started surging upward.

At the first surge of my pulsing dick, Flower shuddered, her supple body began quaking as her lips sought mine and we joined in a kiss of total abandon.

Wave after wave of ecstatic sensation washed over and through us. My cock throbbed and pulsated sending more and more of my hot cum pouring into her tight, wet, eager cunt.

Flowers cunt lips and inner muscles milked me – draining every drop from my balls.

Spent, we collapsed in each others arms. Our was kiss molten – longing – passionate. Our loins remained locked together, even as my cock slowly started to deflate.

Reluctantly we moved apart, breaking for the time our passionate union.

“We must leave now My Love,” she whispered.

Silently we slipped from the tent into the shadows where we had arrived. The mist was gathering and, hand in hand, we stepped into it.

In moments we emerged from the mist on the side of a mountain. We were near the middle of the island, and the jungle-like growth was thick and dark.

“You must hunt the panther tonight My Prince.”

“Why? We’ve already fed, well, I might add. And we’ve enjoyed each others body.”

“Search your mind My Prince. Among your powers is the ability to assume the aspect of any creature who’s life force you have consumed.”

Flower demonstrated this power by shifting through a wide array of assumed looks ranging from as small lizard, through bears, panthers, hawks and even snakes, but ending with the pirate captain.

I was, to say the least, impressed. Even her voice was different.

“Why not change into his - my - woman, and let me have you for a change?” the gruff voice asked.

“I don’t think so My Love,” I demurred with a smile, “that would be one change too many.”

Flower returned to her original self and smiled.

Around us, the sounds of the jungle at night, crickets, frogs the occasional owl and the greater beasts.

“There’s a big male just through there,” Flower told my mind as she pointed to a spot in the bush. It was off to my right and I too sensed the presence of the big cat.

With stealth and speed I had never had before I moved. The great cat was in my grasp. He fought fiercely, mightily, but he was no match for my new found strength. I sank my fangs into his neck and drank. His blood and life force flowed into me. As I drank, I felt a sadness enter me, a foreboding, a knowledge that this beautiful creature would, eventually, vanish from this place. All that would remain would be the knowledge that he once roamed these lands unchallenged.

I returned to join Flower. She waited where I had left her, confident I would be equal to the task. I told her of the feeling of sadness I had gotten from the cat.

“I know My Love. That’s why I never preyed upon another one. But you had to do t his, to share the spirit and the life force of the cat as well as to know their time here is limited.” She gently caressed my cheek, then smiled that wicked smile of hers, “we still have time until daylight, and the cat I fed from was a female. Care to try a little shape shifting?”

With that, Flowers smile was bright and seductive as her shape began to blur. Before me she became a full grown panther, eyes glowing golden green in the starlight. Teeth bared, ears laid back.

I concentrated and found the process not difficult. There was a certain amount of physical discomfort that went along with the change, but in the end, I stood there, a male panther. I smelled the unmistakable aroma of the female of my species – in heat.

Flower turned away from me, her long tail twitching from side to side. Her ears turned out as her low growl became a deep purring.

Slowly I moved up toward her. My feline penis became erect as my level of arousal grew higher and higher. As I put my snout up against her, she moved her tail to the side. She was in heat all right, and she was ready.

I mounted her, and drove my cat penis into her. She responded with a loud growl as I bit her on the neck and dug my claws into her shoulders. I thrust into her, hard and fast. Not caring if I was hurting her or not, unmindful of her satisfaction. It was pure animal heat – no more – no less.

When I erupted within her I felt the same ecstasy I had felt when we first made love – intense – searing – all engulfing. As I came I let out a roar of triumph, Flower matched it with one of satisfaction.

When we had finished, both of us spent, we regained our own shapes. The claw and tooth marks on Flowers beautiful skin began to fade as the recuperative powers of our kind took over.

Just before daylight we were in our hut. We lay in each others embrace, our lips together, our limbs entangled, our hands caressing each other.

Gradually our breathing and heartbeats slowed, then stopped. As physical life ended, we ‘died’ once more, to be born again come the night.

Tragedy

We had been together for five years, neither of us aging, neither of us ill. We loved each other with an intense passion that is the stuff of legend.

Together we lived, hunted and ruled in harmony with the land.

Each year, we celebrated our consecrations, Flower taking a virgin boy and introducing him to he wonders of a woman’s body and the rights of manhood. With but one exception, I always returned my offerings intact

Our needs were few and simple, the dangers we faced minimal, until t he arrival of the missionaries, and the Spanish soldiers.

We had just awakened from our rest when a hunting party returned. Five of our villagers went out, but only three returned, and one of them sore wounded.

They described a weapon that belched fire, that spat death, a long stick that killed.

They had described a matchlock rifle.

They told of great piles of animal carcasses, mostly panthers, and how the strangers were killing them for the skins, or for the pleasure of killing.

“Describe these strangers to me,” I demanded

They were Spaniards. They had reached our world and would soon find us. The hunting lances and spears of the villagers would be no match for rifles, nor would their powerful hunting bows.

“I will go to these strangers,” Flower announced, “I will drive them off. They are mortals and no match for my powers.” She was angrier than I had ever seen her.

I tried to tell her about their guns and the brutal nature of the Spaniards. I tried to persuade her that attacking these armed troops was suicide. I even tried to persuade her to let me go in her stead. I knew the Spaniards and I had used a matchlock before.

Again she refused.

“These are my people that have been slain. This is mine to avenge. You follow with a group of our strongest and attack at the right moment.” She was adamant, she turned to the uninjured men, “You will lead me back to these strangers.”

Both men were afraid, but they stood ready to do the bidding of their Princess.

Before I could say another word, she ran off into the jungle with her guides. I hastily assembled as many men as I could, all armed with spears, lances and bows. In minutes, we were off after Flower.

The jungle was thick and the trail hard to follow in the darkness. When we were nearing the location I could hear shouting and the screaming of both men and women. I broke into a run, changing into a panther as I ran.

I bounded past the bodies of Flowers guides – both, had been gutted by a sword.

When I reached the clearing, it was too late. The Spaniards had somehow overpowered, or surprised Flower.

They had beheaded her.

Her beautiful face was covered in blood and contorted in surprise and the most unspeakable agony. Her once tempting body was being burned, a monk in dark robes holding a torch to the dry wood.

I knew nothing then but hatred. I saw nothing but the man who was destroying the woman I loved.

I ran and leaped at the robed figure – claws extended – teeth bared. I had no intention of feeding now – just killing.

I ripped the soft flesh of the man’s neck and felt his life force pass from him in a fleeting instant, before I hit the ground and turned to seek my next victim.

I saw a Spaniard with a bloody sword in his hand. His eyes were wide with fear as he saw mine, ablaze with hate, and knew the truth. I sprang and struck him full in the chest, my jaws gripped his throat and tore it out. The force of my leap carried me through his neck, severing his spine and ripping his head off. He knew the agony that my love had known as she died.

Shots were being fired now. I felt a ball strike me in the side and turned to see the one who had fired it. He too died that night, his belly torn open by my claws.

One after another the Spaniards fell to my teeth and claws, before the villagers arrived and dispatched the rest with spear, lance and arrow. There remained now but four; a monk and three women in black and white robes – nuns.

I stopped my slaughter and resumed my human form. The four fell to their knees, knowing that they were in the presence of the devil himself.

I told the villagers to bind the prisoners then return to their homes – their Princess would be avenged before this night became morning.

I walked past my guests, all securely tied, looking each of them in the eyes before moving away and addressing them.

“How DARE you,” I began. “You with your robes and beads come into OUR homeland and destroy someone for no reason other than she was not like you. Is THIS the teaching of your dead god?”

I looked at the remaining monk, “Are all of you such cowards that you must slay a woman of such beauty and wisdom to protect your worthless souls? You are not WORTHY of Hell,” I shouted in his face. To my satisfaction, his eyes showed total terror, then his bladder voided.

“Yes, I suppose you are.”