Traditional vampire story with two young female victims. "He looked down at her then, stroked her forehead gently, pushed her legs to the bed and returned to his fiendish feeding. "Ughh, huh, uuu!" she sputtered, as his fangs sank deep into her again. She felt weak and giddy, and she fell into a restless trance, and dreamed of being taken away by a large bat, far away on the clouds"...
The Ancient One had been existing in the run down house for almost a year, having arrived from Romania. With the help of his insane assistant, Gunther, and his two undead brides, he had come here to make a fresh start and find refuge from the old world. The local authorities were asking too many questions now, and once again it was time to relocate. The house had been purchased legally, Gunther telling the locals that a European millionaire recluse was moving in.
The property had been perfect, it was in the suburbs on a large acreage near a small town. It had been a small farm at the turn of the century, and the house itself was two stories, with a basement and cellar. There was a rickety fence surrounding it, with an overgrown path that led to the large front door.
The property came with a serviceable barn close by. It had been vacant for many years, the well had been poisoned by underground minerals, and the soil would no longer harbor decent crops. Some said it was cursed, and so it had remained unsold. Now a local developer was offering a decent price, there had been a rezoning of the property. Gunther arranged for a lawyer to come to the property, so final arrangements could be made. Perhaps a tidy sum could be arranged in time for the move after all.
It was the first week of November, and the local skating rink was busy before sunrise with the figure skating classes and hockey practices. In the damp pre dawn morning, the Ancient One watched for activity and let his senses attune to the scent of young mortals at play. He was looking for a proper replacement for his third wife, who had been destroyed in an unfortunate incident.
Such were the risks of the undead. He spied a ravishing young figure skater walking out of the rink. She was perhaps sixteen years old, with long brunette hair tucked under a pink head scarf, a pink sweater that clung to her well shaped breasts and tight blue hip- hugger jeans.
Her pale skin was flushed with the cold air. She was wearing white runners and holding her figure skates in her hand. A red car pulled up and she got in. The Ancient One breathed in her intoxicating scents as she was driven away. Following in the shape of a wolf, he managed to locate her house. His keen senses were able to track his prey better than any bloodhound could. He returned to the house before sunrise, satisfied he had found a worthy prospect.
Gunther was given his instructions by his master. He was to bring the girl to his abode, so that he may have "intercourse" with her. It would be safer to bring her to him, as he desired to take his time with his "chosen ones", and Gunther was very useful as a mortal to assist in such matters.
Gunther had already purchased clothing and makeup for children and young women so that they may be prepared. They would normally be properly dressed and groomed before the feeding, to look their best. Even peasant farm girls would be seduced by his powers while looking the part of the noblewoman. Only the cruder of his kind fed "on the run", taking the basics of life while having no time to savor it.
He detested their crude, nocturnal savaging. He was one of the Old Guard, with brides of his own, and he would act accordingly. The Ancient One could live off the blood of any mortal, but it was sweeter tastes of the innocent that was sought above all else by his kind.
That afternoon a grey BMW came into the driveway, and Gunther prepared the papers needed for the sale of the property. The bank had sent over a pretty young thing. Her name was Cassandra, and she was appalled at having to come over to the dingy property, she had heard the "owner" was a dishevelled old coot, and could be difficult to work with.
She was greeted at the door by Gunther, a grey man with a bad limp, who dressed in a black suit and looked about 70 years old. He couldn't help but leer at the young woman as they conducted business in the main living room. She was an attractive red head, with a dark blue coat, white blouse, black skirt, beige nylons and black high heels.
Gunther acted as the estates trustee, and so she knew all business went through him, nobody ever seemed to meet the owner. As the last of the papers were done, she walked past the window that faced the barn, and Gunther realised he had made a mistake.
The van the authorities were looking for was parked inside, but he had changed a tire earlier in the day, and had not closed the main door. Its midnight blue color and white striping could be made out. Cassandra pretended not to notice and bade Gunther goodnight.
"Are you sure you wont stay for tea" he asked.
"Ughh, no, I have to get back to the office," Cassandra replied, and made for the door. The whole house was decrepit, and she couldn't wait to get out of there. She was wondering if the van had anything to do with the girls that had disappeared in the last few months.
The crack of the varnished sap struck with a loud "thwap!" and Cassandra stumbled to her knees, dropping her briefcase, one heel coming off. Gunther knew what she had seen, and now he acted quickly. He grabbed the young woman by the hair and pulled her head forward, exposing her for the coup de grace.
"Be still my lady, you wont be escaping my masters justice," he said.
She flailed her arms around drunkenly, trying to reach her cell phone that had fallen out but it was too late for that. Masters justice she thought, what had she walked into He smacked her once, and then again for good measure with the wooden club, and she went to the floor unconscious. She would disappear, along with her car. The house would not be sold, but no matter, losses sometimes had to be sustained, and they had treasure left to make a new start, Gunther thought. Cassandra was dragged upstairs to be "made up" for his master, she would have one more task to fulfill for the estate it seemed.
The Ancient One rose that night after dark, he could hear the sounds of his impatient brides, in the upstairs "guest bedroom". He made his way to see what Gunther had procured for that nights needs. He entered to see the young woman lawyer of perhaps 25 lying on the large four post bed. She had long red hair, was about 5"8" tall, thin, with good looking fine features and shapely breasts.
She was adorned in a long sleeved royal purple spandex dress that clung to her narrow waist, glossy yellow nylons, and makeup. Her lips were bright red with lipstick and she had been given a coating of blush, with silver eye shadow and eye liner. She looked like a 1960s go-go dancer. The clothes she had worn at the time of her abduction were in a pile in the corner. His assistant had done well, and this mortal would suffice before Gunther returned with the young skater the next evening...
Daria and Moira were both wearing long white peasant dresses, Moira was raven haired, and Daria blonde. They had long bare legs and red finger and toe nails that glinted in the dull candlelight of the bedroom. Both had their hair worn loose, over their shoulders, and they wore matching amulets around their necks. They had dark blue eye shadow and luscious, full red lips, and pale white skin. All three communicated telepathically, and seldom spoke aloud to each other.
The Ancient One stood in the dark corner as he gave permission to his brood to quench their thirsts. Daria sat on the left of the bed and took her victims slender arm in hers, caressing her. The woman lay with her eyes wide in wonder, knowing not what was about to come.
Daria started to kiss and suck her fingers as Moira moved and sat at the other side of the bed, and ran her hands down her shapely thighs. Daria then took her wrist and bit into her young flesh, finding the artery that ran there. She held her arm firmly, and sucked from the open wound. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Cassandra moaned, she had never felt anything so wonderful, she was on fire with lust, and he felt she was going to orgasm!
Moira brushed away her long hair from her neck and pinned her head down to the silken pillows with her long talons. She lowered her head to the woman's exposed jugular and kissed and licked at her bare neck, teasing her, and then, suddenly, she thrust her long fangs into her victim's carotid artery with a wet "shluck!" sound. The woman at first cried out, and then started panting heavily.
She knew she should scream and run away, but she could not, she was too deep in ecstasy now, with the two undead lovers were draining her of the last of her self will, her self control, her... respect. She could see the outline of another in the room, she felt the presence of the Ancient One. She brought her knees up and down restlessly and gasped, "How may I serve you, my master" in a dreamy, far away voice.
The Ancient One approached at last from the shadows, and took the woman's other wrist and found her warm mortal juices with a deep kiss. The woman flooded her spandex covered crotch with her wetness as the vampires drained her. The sucking sounds continued in the bedroom for quite some time and finally their victim succumbed, her red lipsticked mouth open wide for a scream she didn't have the strength to finish, pale as a sheet, drained of her blood, her blue eyes staring at eternity...
The trio was satiated upon the blood soaked sheets, and would be satisfied for the long night ahead...
The next night, after dusk, the Ancient One rose from his slumber in the cellar and went upstairs to see what Gunther had managed to do. His two brides slept yet, but they would soon wake with the hunger of the night.
Jasmine awoke from her ether induced slumber in a strange room, laying on a large four post bed, covered with a thick quilt and two large pillows. The room was cold and dank, and there was one large double window. There was one door, closed, to the left, and the only light was from a candle in one corner on a small table that gave off a yellowish glow.
She remembered a dingy, grey haired man coming to the front door of the house, and asking about his daughter Only moments later she was being dragged into a nearby van in the driveway with a foul smelling cloth clamped to her face. She had no chance of escape before succumbing to the plans of her evil assailant. She remembered being told not to answer the door for strangers not a week before, as the man dragged her kicking and squirming to the van, where he finished her off and prepared her for the journey.
Her head was fuzzy, and she tried to get her bearings. She was not tied up. Where was she she thought fearfully. She propped herself up on the pillows and tried to focus on clearing her head. She had to escape!
She got up, and tried the door, it was locked. The window was also locked. There was a small hand mirror on the table, and she couldn't help but examine herself. Her makeup was lavish, she had expensive red lipstick, blue and gold eye shadow and blush. She was dressed in a red silk long sleeved blouse that ended loose above her waistline, richly decorated with embroidery, plain white cotton dancers tights seamed at the back, and soft silver slippers. Her hair was done up in a bun and she had a princess crown on her brow. She had no bra or panties on.
Somebody had spent a good while doing her makeup, and dressing her like this. Jasmine was dismayed by the lack of a skirt or any sort of garment to protect her modesty from the waist down, and she could see nothing left in the room in the way of clothing. Just then she noticed a small grey rat scurry across the floor and into a small hole in the wall. She panicked, stifled a scream, and ran back to the bed, unsure now of what to do. She took one pillow and held it over her crotch protectively.
The Ancient One could hear the young maidens slumber end, and knew she was awake. He glided to the door and swung it open.
Jasmine saw the door open and a dark figure enter from the shadows. Although the floor creaked when she walked on it, there was no sound now from the intruders steps. She pushed herself to the back of the bed, against the pillows and grasped her legs with her arms, wide eyed in terror.
The thing she saw could not be human. He was 6" tall, very thin, with a dark black long sleeved robe that looked old and torn. A black belt fastened around the waist, and she could see he had on old dusty boots. He, it, had no hair, and his skin was white. The ears were long and pointed, and the eyes were a bright azure blue. His hands had long, boney fingers, and fingernails that were 4 inches long at least. His lips were large and they were a deep rose. Jasmine fainted immediately due to the severity of the fright.
When she opened her eyes, she was laying straight on her back, feet and legs together on the bed, her head propped up with a pillow. Her slippers had been removed. The room was darker, as the candle was burned lower, and the flame danced and flickered in the drafty room.
A boney hand came out of the darkness from the window side of the bed and clutched her head, turning her into the large blue eyes of the master of the house. She let out a whimper, "I... ohh, no!" She was going to scream but she stared into his azure pools, and saw the mesmerizing patterns they made, but only when you looked close. She was fascinated by the swirling patterns, she had never seen eyes that could do that, they never stopped their endless distractions.
"I have brought you here to be my bride," he said in a thick, eastern European accent. "I only wish to love you as you long to be loved, to be worshipped faithfully, forever," he said.
She felt weak in his grasp, were his words true had she been chosen to be with such a great man as this "I, m-my name is Jasmine," she said, still staring at his wondrous eyes.
"Yes my child, I have been awaiting your visit," he replied. She felt honored to be chosen by such royalty, he was so very handsome she thought.
His other hand moved over her breasts, and he felt her warm globes under her scant frilly blouse. She let out a small whimper as he touched her nipples, she had never been caressed like that before, not deliberately! His wandering hand then stroked her thigh, moving over the semi opaque garment, and then, expertly, down towards her private area. His touch was warm and soothing, like a fine massage. He probed her private mound with his long fingers, her crotch protected by the gossamer white material, her swath of dark girl bush could be seen underneath.
"Ohhh, ahhhh," she moaned. She was warm down there, like she had been many times this last year, but so much stronger now! Part of her remembered how to be a good girl, yet she couldn't bring herself to raise an arm to the constant roaming of her audacious host. She had noticed boys so much more this past winter, they were so cute and she wondered if they watched her when she skated in her flimsy costumes.
Jasmines ample breasts were now jutting out, and her nipples had become rock hard, they were very well defined against the blouse keeping them under wraps, she wanted to show off her long legs to them all now, looking so good in her princess costume, if she could only find someone to worship her body She thought, that would be so wonderful, if, "Guhh, ohghh, ahhhh!" she cried, a pincer of hot pain in her neck!
Hungry lips that engulfed the wounded area. Her head was pinned down and another hand stroked her legs. There was a wet sound, and she could feel the lips of her dark suitor over her neck, with a dull throbbing from what felt like a deep bite in her. She stared up at the ceiling, so this is what its like to be courted She thought dreamily, oh yes, the handsome Lord wanted her, and she was ready for his embrace. His warm lips kissed her deeply, deeper than any kiss she had ever thought possible, and the pain was bearable, and exciting! She pointed her toes in reflex. The wet, slurping sounds continued as the Ancient One took his victim and drank her innocence.
Her eyes opened and she lay with her lover in his strong embrace. She had no idea how much time had past, perhaps hours. The candle was almost to the bottom, flickering dully. Her vagina was itchy with longing, and dampness, her awakened juices flowing freely into her costume unabated. She was cool to the chill air of the room. Her blouse had been opened at the front revealing her full breasts, and she could feel an itching on her left breast. She looked down and saw there was a double bite mark there!
Blood had run down the side of her chest. Her lover paused briefly, and seemed distracted by others at the doorway, whom she did not know. She felt disappointed, she didn't want the attention to stop, and she reached out to caress his arm, and she drew her legs up.
He looked down at her then, stroked her forehead gently, pushed her legs to the bed and returned to his fiendish feeding. "Ughh, huh, uuu!" she sputtered, as his fangs sank deep into her again. She felt weak and giddy, and she fell into a restless trance, and dreamed of being taken away by a large bat, far away on the clouds...
She felt another deep kiss on her inner thigh, and she opened her eyes to a dark room, lit only by moonlight, and what spilled in from the hallway. "Ohhh, yes, yes, yes," she mumbled, and saw an attractive blonde woman with pale skin, kissing her inner thigh, the sensation the same as her neck, a pain, but a longing as well. "Oh please lady, what're you doing to me" she cooed.
The lady caressed her shapely white calf and looked up, her lips with bright red blood on her mouth. She went back to work, keeping her legs wide on the bed for unfettered access to her sex.
"Nughhhhh!" the girl blurted out. So much attention to her at once! She felt fingers expertly rip at her private area. She hoped her tights were not ruined she thought in her stupor. Woman's lips caressed her wet pussy mound, and an experienced tongue teased her with deep probes. Her dark master had returned to her shapely neck, and after another brief pause, sucked at her anew, holding her head firmly down. She could feel his wonderful lips drawing out her warmth once again and she returned to her wonderful sensation of floating...
She awoke to the room in pre morning light coming through the window, her Lord was on top of her, slipping his arm under her neck to brace her for the final act. His robe was undone and his massive staff was jutting forth, a good 14 inches, thickly veined with a large bulbous head.
The raven haired woman held her ankles apart firmly, and the blonde lady stroked her hair and smiled down at her, cradling her head on her lap. She could only look on weakened with blood loss as the undead tool was aimed through a small rip in her tights and probed the entrance of her girlhood. She was awash with her own lubrication, betrayed by her deep longing. After several strong probes at her pink pussy lips the staff pierced into her velvet tunnel, "Oh, my Lord, take me!" she cried out, realising her deflowering was at hand.
Jasmine yelped as the huge beast filled her to capacity. Nothing could have prepared her for such an onslaught, and she was sure the snake that coursed through her had split her in two! The Ancient One thrust with no mercy into the mortal girl and he rode her, sliding his iron strength into her innocent folds. Jasmines legs were weak but she managed to kick out wildly, her ankles no longer held. She wanted to scream but could not find the breath.
Both of the vampire brides now drank from each of her wrists as their master's dong pummelled the teenager to her end as the large bed creaked on the wooden floor. The wet piston did its work, plowing as deep as any mortal mans tool could have gone.
Jasmine surrendered to the pain, feeling the vampire's penis impale her, she could see it was covered in pink blood. Gradually the torture was replaced by the glow of an approaching volcano of lust, and Jasmines filthiest thoughts came rushing through her mind.
After long minutes, her lover filled her corrupted sex with the unholy cum of his kind. Jasmine bit down hard on her prince's shoulder as she had shattering climaxes, finally throwing her head back and letting out terrible screams of ecstacy, utterly draining the young victim.
The Ancient One finally withdrew from his newest bride to be, who lay still at last, his alabaster prick slick with his terrible deed. Minutes later she finally succumbed to the blood loss of the nights long feeding. She would be cleaned up by Gunther, and taken to the basement crypt, to sleep on the earth of his homeland in a prepared oaken box.
By the next night she would transformed by his most potent of seed, and she would be born anew.
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