VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 1: What's A Nice Girl Like You...?

I saw her sitting at the bar.  She had full lips, set in a pretty face. She had
round cheeks, very brown eyes, and curly jet-black hair that came to her
shoulders.  There was something foreign and exotic about her face, and the way
she was sitting made her all the more attractive.  She was surrounded by men,
obviously enjoying all of the attention.  She put a cigarette in a holder, and
six flames appeared.  She selected one, but smiled at all the gentlemen, and
basked in the attention again.  I ordered my drink, looked at the spectacle
fifteen or so feet away, and shook my head.  Yeah, she was gorgeous, but all
those guys?

I looked up from my drink, hoping to steal another look at the foreign beauty,
but I picked the wrong time.  She was looking in my direction at the time, and
our eyes met.  Or rather, locked.  I couldn't turn my head away, and my feet
suddenly grew roots.  I was embarrassed.  She stood up, smiled at the crowd of
guys, and walked through the crowd of shocked, would-be suitors.  Our eyes were
still locked, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind whom she was headed for.

She stood in front of me and smiled.  Her eyes danced, and she spoke in a
musical, accented voice.  "Hello, I am Victoria."  She held out her hand.

The accent had left me unsure of what to do, so I kissed it.  "I'm D- David..." I
stammered.

"I am pleased to meet you, David.  I am -- new in this country, and I am not
familiar with American customs."  She pouted a little.  "Some of the men make fun
of me when I smoke, but I see other women smoke too?"

"Well, cigarette holders went out of fashion in the 1920's.  It's almost never
seen these days."

"So I am -- how you say -- old fashion?"  She said that smiling, with a lovely
twinkle in her eyes.  For the entire conversation, our eyes were locked. We
talked the rest of the night, standing at the bar.  Frequent interruptions were
the rule, since many of the men she had left at the bar simply moved to where we
were.  As time passed, though, one by one they gave up, and left us alone.

Last call sounded, and Victoria gave me a questioning look.  "What is this 'last
call'?" she queried in the voice and accent I had fallen in love with.

"It means that the bar is closing soon, and if you want another drink, you have
to order it now," I explained.

"Ah.  I see.  But I do not want another drink... of wine.  May we leave?"

"Sure.  Where's your car parked?  I'll walk you to it."

"I..."  She paused, searching for the word.  "Rode in taxi here.  I would like
to... spend longer with you.  You are... interesting to me."

So we left and headed to my place across the street.  "Hey, GEEK!!!" came a loud
shout.  Victoria looked at me quizzically, but I said nothing, and we kept
walking.  Three guys ran up to us, and then blocked our way.  I recognized them
from the crowd around Victoria earlier.  They were definitely drunk, and all
_much_ bigger than I was.  "Baby, you need a REAL man, not this geek-ass punk,"
one of them said.  "Yeah, I can beat him up with one hand," another said, getting
in my face.  More accurately, putting his chest in my face.  I was beginning to
feel worried.

Victoria spoke.  This time it wasn't the light, clipped, musical tones that I had
been happily listening to all night.  "Leave us alone.  Go away." The voice was
cold, commanding, stern.  Much to my surprise, the men walked away quietly. I
looked at her with a little bit of wonder in my eyes.  She turned to me, and I
looked into those deep brown eyes.  I listened to the sweet, musical voice that
greeted me, and promptly forgot any questions I might've had.  "Shall we continue
to your place, David?"

We arrived at my place, and she sat down with an amused expression on her exotic
face.  "So we have selected each other this evening."  She regarded me with
interest, while I could only look at her, dumbfounded by her pronouncement. "Kiss
me," she requested, and I happily complied.  She sighed as we broke our embrace. 
She walked into the bedroom and posed seductively on the bed.  "Do you want me?"
she asked unnecessarily.  I sat next to her and kissed her passionately.

"Stand up," I gently urged.

"Why?"

"So I can undress you properly."  I removed her clothes slowly, paying great
attention to each new area of skin that was revealed.  I kissed, tongued and
nibbled Victoria, listening to her sigh and moan as my mouth worked on her neck,
arms, shoulders, and back.  She undressed me, kissing, tongue probing, searching
for my tonsils.  We fell on the bed, kissing hungrily.

I kissed my way down her body.  "What are you do-unnhhh!"  She moaned as I
started to lap at the folds of her cunt.  My tongue rolled along her outer lips,
and Victoria's legs shook in delight.  She grabbed at my head and pulled my face
deeper into the soft, warm, wet place between her legs. "Oh... oh... ohhh...
OHHHH!!!"  Victoria's whole body shook with delight as I stuck two fingers in
her, probing for her G-spot.

"Yes... yess... yesss... OHHHHHHHHHH!  Oh -- OH -- OHHHHHHHHHHHH --
HUUUUNNGGGHH!!!" she grunted.  Victoria bucked wildly as my fingers found what
they were looking for.  Her cunt gripped madly at my fingers, and a rush of
liquid hit me in the face.  She moaned and her body convulsed as if she were
being electrocuted.  "Uhhh -- uhhhh -- uhhhhh -- OOOOOO..."  I sucked on her
clit; she stiffened, her body arched high off the bed, and she moaned loudly. 
She bucked furiously, jerking like a drunken puppeteer's marionette. I worked at
leaving Victoria awash in pleasure until my neck and jaw got too sore to
continue.

"Uh-HUUGH!  HUNGH!  NNNF!  MMMMFF!  UH-UH -- UNNNNHHHFFFFFF!" she continued. She
was still moaning and bucking, even without my stimulation. I watched in
fascination as Victoria's orgasm continued for at least five minutes without me
touching her.  Eventually, her frenzied moans became quiet whimpers, and she
wiggled slowly instead of bucking madly.  Her breathing became more normal.  The
sheets were damp with her fragrant juices.

"I think I love you, David.  I've never had a man do that to me," she quietly
said.  "I ask you again, if you want me?"

"Of course I do, Victoria," I whispered, kissing her ear.  My cock had gotten
hard from just listening and watching.  The smell of Victoria's arousal didn't
hurt.

"Then you shall have me, my love," she said, spreading her legs.  I wasted no
time in burying my cock in her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me.  Our
eyes locked again as I pumped at her.  Her pursed lips issued a stream of grunts
with each stroke, and her pussy molded itself to my cock. I felt a very quick
ejaculation coming on.

"Victoria... I'm... I'm..." I panted, ejaculation imminent.  I remember seeing
her open her mouth, but she didn't make any sound.  I only remember the
incredible orgasm that exploded through me.  It felt like the greatest sex I had
ever had!  I almost couldn't stand the feeling, and I really wasn't even aware of
Victoria, at least until the last drop had left my body. My cock immediately went
soft, and I remember Victoria looking at me.  She said, "And I shall have you." 
Then I passed out.

-- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic02.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title:
Night Music -  2


Chapter 2: Look, The Fog Is Rolling Innn...

I woke up the next morning feeling like shit.  I was _massively_ hung over, and
felt really weak.  I stayed in bed most of the day, dozing on and off.  I dreamed
of an exotic woman who picked me up at a bar.  I finally got up around five,
showered, dressed, and fixed dinner.  I felt a lot better after eating.

I wondered what I was going to do with the rest of the night; after all, it was
Saturday.  I quickly checked to see if any of my favorite bands were playing
close to home.  Unfortunately, nobody I wanted to hear was even remotely close. 
Oh, well, we can always go and drink...  "Daviiid... open the window in your
bedroom."  I blinked at the voice.  It sounded as if I should know whose voice it
was, but I live alone.

"Pleeease ooopennn the winnndowww," the voice said again, seductively.  I was
sure that I was going crazy, and resolved to get out of the apartment and get
some fresh air.  "You must open your bedroom winndowww," were the next words I
heard, and it sounded like a great idea.  So what if it was 90 degrees outside
and there wasn't a breeze to be found for 30 miles?  I opened the window.

A light mist seemed to fill my room.  It flowed through the screen and gathered
in one spot.  Victoria???  She smiled.  "Hello, darling.  I am very happy to see
you.  Kiss me?"  I walked over to her, my mind a complete blank, and we kissed
madly, wantonly, lustfully.  Her face was blushed when we came up for air.  "I
missed you.  I want you... I neeed you," she cajoled.  Her musical voice and
accent had started the blood rushing to my cock.

She lay on the bed waiting.  "Come.  Take my clothes off so that we may make
love.  I wish," she began, then paused.  Her voice got throaty, and softer.  "I
wish for you to do what you did to me last night.  Again, tonight.  Now."  I
undressed Victoria in less than a minute, and was out of my clothes in fifteen
seconds.  I attacked the naked woman with my mouth.

We kissed briefly, then I moved to her breasts.  I used my fingers, teeth, and
tongue to play with them.  Victoria gasped in surprise and joy.  I played with
the underside of her breasts while she stroked my hair, tenderly.  I absolutely
worshipped her tummy and belly button, eliciting squeals of delight from her.

My tongue slid around her knees and I nipped at her thighs lightly. Victoria
wriggled in anticipation.  She tried to bring my head to her pussy, but I
wouldn't let her, and teased her mercilessly.  After getting her good and hot, I
ran my finger around her lower lips.  "Oooohhh," she sighed, arching her back and
trying to push her cunt against my finger.  I traced lightly around her outer
lips, and watched her eyelids flutter.  The rise and fall of her chest was
irregular now; she moaned softly as I explored her lightly.

Without warning, I plunged my finger into her.  Victoria cried sharply,
"Uhhhnnn!" and threw her head back.  Her body stiffened at the sudden
stimulation.  I started to lick around her pussy while twisting and turning my
finger inside her.  Victoria's body bounced on the bed, and she yelped with each
breath.  I made slow circles around the outside of her cunt with my tongue. 
Victoria's hips rotated counter to my circles.

"Ohhhh, ye-e-esss, darllinnnggg!  Doooooo iiiiiiiittttttt!" she moaned.  I
stopped briefly, getting a look of confusion and desire from her.  Before she
could speak, I flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly over her engorged clit. 
Victoria almost hit the ceiling, issuing a loud wail and some pussy juice.  I
strummed her clit with my tongue, and she sang like a 200-year old violin. 
Amplified to eleven.  "UUUNNNGGGHH!  AAAHHHH!  OHHHHHH!  HUNNFFF! MMMFFF!!
AWW-OOHHHHHHHH!!!!!"  Her last wail rose in pitch as her cunt clenched my finger
rapidly.

I stopped to rest.  I _knew_ the neighbors had heard this, and probably half the
neighborhood, too.  Victoria continued to writhe and moan after I stopped, as she
had the night before.  When she finally came back to earth, she looked at me with
the oddest post-orgasmic expression I'd ever seen. There was a combination of
joy, love, wonder, lust, and -- hunger (???) on her face.  "Come here.  I want
to... fuck, yes?  I want to fuck you," she said in a low, throaty voice.  Hearing
Victoria's accent with the word "fuck" was almost enough to make me come right
then.  I slammed into her a little -- well, a _lot_ less tenderly than I would've
liked.

Victoria didn't even grunt with surprise.  "Yes!  Ohhh, fuck me, my love!" she
somehow managed to sigh.  Her tongue flicked like a snake's in and around my
mouth.  I grunted with each thrust.  Her pussy seemed to send little electric
shocks through my whole body via my cock.  I had never felt this way with any
other woman.  Victoria wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed, making
me slow my frantic pace.  My thrusts became circular, and Victoria responded to
my new motion.

"OOOOOHHHH!!!  O-O-Uh... Aaahhhhh!  You are wonderful lover, David," she
whispered as her hips circled with mine.  "I l-o-o-ve you..."  The emphasis on
"love" made me want to kiss her, so I did.  She was panting for breath when we
stopped kissing.  She looked into my eyes.  "David, do you want me?" As I was
still happily buried in her as far as I could go, I wondered briefly to myself
why she asked, but I said, "More than you can know."

"I doubt that, my darling," was her response.  I felt her nuzzle my neck, and
something tickled my thr-

I saw stars as my cock exploded inside her without any of the normal warning
signs.  My brain was cooked to mush instantly.  I was in complete heaven as wave
after wave of ejaculatory spasm coursed through my very soul. I saw nothing but a
blinding white light and my toes curled.  Every other muscle in my body was taut,
stiff as a board, and I could no longer feel Victoria's body beneath me, but I
didn't care.  I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak.  Ecstasy was so total that I
was only faintly aware of a soft sucking noise somewhere...

-- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic03.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title:
Night Music -  3


Chapter 3: I've Heard of Shotgun Weddings Before...

The next morning I woke up dazed and alone.  My mind seemed to be shrouded in
fog.  There was something important in the fog, too, but I couldn't find it.  The
only thing I knew for sure was that I had had sex with somebody the night before.
 The room reeked of pussy.  I got up groggily and fixed myself some tea.  I went
out to get the Sunday morning paper, intending to read it as I drank my tea. 
After four cups of English Breakfast and half the comics, I gave up.  I went back
to bed.

I woke up with a start.  It was almost dark outside, meaning I had been asleep
for almost seven hours.  I sure felt a lot better, but I was sure that getting
back to sleep and getting up Monday morning was going to be a bitch. I brushed
the fur off my teeth and fixed dinner.  I ate a _lot_, even using the
Thanksgiving definition of the word.  After dinner, I read the abandoned paper,
waiting for the after-meal "sleepies" to hit.  With all the food I had eaten, I
knew they'd hit me hard.

They did - sort of.  Within three minutes of lying down, I was asleep. Instead of
the heavy duty power nap I had anticipated, I slept lightly, fitfully, having a
recurring dream of a beautiful dark-haired woman with brown eyes.  I kept
dreaming that she was everywhere I went.  She called me by name, her arms were
outstretched and she kept repeating the word "open..."

Suddenly, I woke up.  Victoria was naked, straddling me.  My bedroom window was
open, but I didn't (still don't) remember having opened it.  My questions went
unasked, however, for Victoria settled onto my hard (don't know how THAT
happened, either) cock with a happy sigh.  She pumped at me slowly, eyes closed,
moaning softly.  Her cunt held me in its velvet vise, and I moaned with her.

She silently pleasured both of us.  She acted as if she were testing the effects
of various movements astride me.  She'd bounce herself up and down for a while,
then she rolled her hips forward and back.  Victoria then rolled her hips from
side to side, then changed to a circular motion.  Her eyes were closed
throughout.  She finally settled on the sliding forward to back movement.

Abruptly, she leaned forward and looked deeply into my eyes.  Her hands pinned my
arms to the bed.  I descended from nirvana long enough to realize she wanted
something.  "Of your own free will, David, do you want me?" she softly asked.

"Ohhh, goddd, yesss, Victoriiiiaaa!!!" I moaned.  The sensations were intense
now, and coherent thought was becoming more difficult.

She kept talking, however.  "You can say no.  Will you have me then, David?"

"As much a - a - as  I - c - c - ca - cannnnn."

"Then I happily claim you as mine, also," Victoria gently said, and my
ejaculation let loose.  I shuddered with each spasm, arching my back way off the
bed.  I felt very light-headed.  Victoria's tongue was flicking back and forth
against my neck.  Her hair and scent filled my nose, and I was oblivious to
anything else.  I came for as long as I sensed her tongue lapping at my neck. She
finally sat up, with me still in her.  There was a tender, loving expression on
her face.

The blood around her mouth, bright red eyes, and sharp fangs contrasted greatly
with her facial expression.  "I love you, David."  She leaned forward and kissed
me on the cheek.  As my consciousness fled, and my vision went black, I thought I
heard her say, "Happy wedding day, darling..."

I called in sick to work about an hour after I was supposed to be there on Monday
morning.  I remembered all of the last three days clearly, especially the sight
of Victoria atop me, eyes shining blood red, my blood smeared all around her
mouth.  Her fangs were long and sharp.  They were particularly vivid in my mind's
snapshot of her.  I kept the blinds closed, and worried the whole day. The trip
of it was that I felt fine, no, perfect!  Except that I hadn't eaten all day, and
my stomach's complaints became more frequent as the day passed.

Great.  I'm a fucking hypoglycemic vampire, I brooded.  And it won't be dark for
another three hours.  Maybe I could call for pizza and have the delivery
person...  Nahhh.  That wouldn't work.  They'd know exactly where to look.  I
pulled out my copy of Bram Stoker's book, and began to read the only source of
information that I had about my new life.

Half an hour later, I went to the john for the first time.  Where I made a
startling discovery.  I wasn't invisible in the mirror!  I checked my mouth - no
fangs.  Of course, there were a couple of holes in my neck, but that didn't stop
me from heading for the kitchen to cook.  Using garlic liberally, I made a
wonderful meal and attacked it, polishing my plate.  I sat back in the chair
after brushing my teeth.  My stomach was happy, I was happy, and I was almost
ready to believe that it had all been a dream.

At least until I heard the key in the lock, and the front door opened. Victoria
walked in, a gigantic smile on her face.  "How wonderful to see you, darling!  I
was out in the sun all day, I could not resist!"  The musical voice and accent
were exactly as I had dreamt.  This was not a good sign. Before I could ask any
questions, Victoria kissed me deeply and passionately. I couldn't help
responding.  Her eyes, brown once again, sparkled.  "Honey, I'm home -- is that
not how you say it?" she joyfully asked.  She sat down and looked around the
apartment.  "You have so little furniture -- but it will make moving easier," she
said brightly.

I sat in the chair next to hers'.  Moving?  I wasn't planning on... Victoria
faced me, obviously expecting me to say something.  I figured that asking the
earliest question on my mind might be a good place to start.  Any new ones could
wait.  "Excuse me, but I know your name is Victoria, and we've had really great
sex the past three nights, but exactly _who_ the fuck _are_ you?"

Her eyes got a faraway look when I said "great sex."  Victoria nodded, smiling,
and half to herself said, "Yes... _wonderful_ sex."  My cock stiffened.  NOT NOW,
I forced myself to think.  She came back from her reverie a few seconds later,
and in an "I'm-surprised-that-you-would-ask" tone of voice, replied, "I am your
wife.  You said you wanted me, and that you would have me."

I took a deep breath.  "R-i-i-ight."  This wasn't going anywhere.  "OK, so
suppose that we are married according to some native custom of your home country.
 That doesn't work in this country, so, we're not really married. Don't you see?"

"We _are_ married, my love," she insisted gently.  I groaned inwardly. The
marriage question wasn't getting answered to my satisfaction.  Maybe I'd better
try a different one.

"OK, we're married.  That's all fine and good.  Putting that aside, I have
puncture wounds on my neck, and I very clearly remember you sitting on me, with
_my_ blood all over _your_ face.  So would you _please_ tell me just what the
fuck I've married, and why I'm here talking to a figment of my imagination!!!" 
Whew.  That was a lot for one breath.

Victoria smiled sweetly.  She narrowed her eyes, and said in a husky voice, "If I
tell you, will you -- eat my pussy?"  There was hope written all over her lovely
face.  I almost laughed out loud despite my near-hysterical mood at the way she
said "pussy."  It came out sounding like "poo-see" in her accented English.  OK,
she was cute, but I still didn't have any answers. Victoria waited, but got no
reaction from me, so she started her story.

"I am Victoria, Countess of Carpathia, daughter of Vlad and Mina, wife to David. 
I am half -- no, _quarter_ now, vampire.  By desiring, and accepting me, you have
freed me from the bounds of the night.  It was wonderful to walk in sun again." 
My head spun, and I was having trouble grasping the implications of what she had
just said.  My wife was about three times older than I was, for one.

"Uhh... er, ummmm...  About this wife business," I tentatively began.

"It would be very bad to disclaim each other now, after exchange of vows and
blood.  We would both turn into full vampires."  I gave her a blank look. "Like
my father, in book," she finished.  Crushed hope and realization hit me like a
ton of bricks.  Victoria shifted in her chair.  "Do not worry.  I am not bad
wife.  I have much money, and I will always be pretty.  I came back to America to
find mate, break night curse.  I do not like Carpathian men, they are...
uncivilized.  Besides, they are all afraid of me, walk around smelling like
garlic."  She made a face.

"So divorce is out of the question?" I weakly asked.

"Unless you want to sleep in coffin, never eat food or drink anything but blood,
yes."

"Victoria," I began, trying to reason (with a vampire, shows how clearly I was
thinking at the moment), "I... I... You... You just don't realize how difficult
this is for me.  I just can't go around telling people I'm married all of a
sudden.  I mean, my family and friends won't believe this happened so quickly. 
What about my day job?  I like garlic bread.  This apartment is really too small
for two people..."  My concerns flowed freely in no particular order.

Victoria listened to me calmly.  "Is custom for engagement in America, yes?"  I
nodded, my complaints interrupted by her voice.  "Then we must -- date -- for
while.  Then we can marry in church and live together."  I nodded dumbly again.
She pouted.  "Then I will be alone in house I bought today."

"You did WHAT???"  I gaped at her.

She sniffled, a tear trickling out of an eye.  "We need a place to live together.
 You said this was too small just now.  I saw a nice house today, so I buy it. 
It would make a nice home.  But it will not be home until you move in." The
disappointment in her voice that covered the last sentence made me feel funny.

"Victoria, I'd make a lousy vampire.  I'm not a night person," I pleaded.

She shook her head.  "There is no way to break vows.  You are wonderful man, I
choose you in bar right away, you accept me.  I love you."  Her face brightened. 
"I will teach you how to be vampire.  I will teach you how to get pretty girls
with fangs."  She got my attention with that one.

I gave her a funny look.  "Sex with only me for next 500 years will get boring, I
think.  I will -- find other men for myself, too.  We will always return to each
other, for we are bound by our vows."  She kissed me on the neck, and I shivered
involuntarily.  "Don't be afraid," she whispered. Victoria leaned on me and
nibbled on my ear.  "Bite _me_.  On my neck.  Think about fangs and biting."

I did, and my mouth felt funny, like I had too many teeth.  I tentatively fixed
my teeth on her neck and bit, gently at first, then harder as her skin resisted. 
A warm, salty fluid filled my mouth, and Victoria sighed, "Ohhhh!" I felt her sag
against me, and as her blood flowed, it felt as if she were a part of me.  I felt
her mouth against my neck, and Victoria bit me.  My body and soul sizzled as we
drank each other's blood.  The feeling made me suck harder, and it grew more
intense in return.

It was much more intimate, much more fun and fulfilling than normal sex could
_EVER_ be.  Yep, I'd found something exponentially better than coming. I
reluctantly stopped, because the ecstasy was making the room start to spin.
Victoria sat on my lap, kissing me lightly on the face and gently kneading my
shoulders.  I could definitely get used to this, I decided.  "Married?  Can you
have kids?"

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Night Music -  4


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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 4: Sex And The Married Vampire

Victoria looked at me blankly.  "I do not know.  My mother had me, but she was
fully human, so I do not know."  She paused in thought.  "Maybe we find out?" she
said with a smile, heading for the bedroom.  I followed, my cock rock hard.  She
said, "I like when you lie down first.  Will you -- ?"

I was naked and on my back in seconds, and Victoria wasted no time in mounting
me.  "Ye-e-esss, da-a-a-arrrlllinnngg," she sighed, settling onto me.  She
stroked my chest lightly as her hips began to move.  "Mmmmmm..." was my satisfied
response.  She purred as my cock moved inside her.

Her eyes were half-closed, a dreamy expression in them.  Her lips were slightly
parted, and a flush blossomed around her neck.  Victoria's hips slid forward and
back, moving my cock in her buttery, soft, warm pussy.  It wasn't as good as
biting each other, but I certainly didn't want to stop.  "Ohhh... ohh....
Oooohhh...  Soooo niiiiiice....  Huuh-Ohhhh?!!??!!"  Victoria jerked, and her
cunt grabbed insistently at my cock.  She stopped moving and pressed her hands
into my chest.  Her eyes were closed.  Her body quivered like a tuning fork,
muscles gone taut.

She relaxed with a long sigh, opening her eyes slowly.  They were sparkling, deep
brown pools.  Victoria smiled, and I realized that spending 500 years with her
might not be a bad thing at all.  She resumed her slow, gentle hip movements. 
"Sssooooo wonn-derrr-fullll, Daaaviiid.  It has been s-s-soooo loooonnng," she
moaned.  Victoria leaned forward, rocking smoothly, easily.  We kissed like human
beings.

"Bite me?" I whispered hopefully.

"Nooooo.  I wannt to beee... morrrtalllll..." she purred, her breathing becoming
irregular again.  The flush was really developing in her face. Victoria pumped
more excitedly as another orgasm approached.  The increased stimulation pulled my
orgasm to center stage.  I quickly forgot about vampires. White light flashed
behind my eyes, and my hips bucked.  I groaned in release.

Her reaction to my ejaculation was a surprised-sounding, "Ohhh!" followed by a
frenzied kiss (no fangs).  Then, her body went stiff, she threw her head back and
gasped loudly.  Victoria squeaked each time she tried to breathe.  I felt her
juices release and mix with mine.  We were suspended in time, pleasuring each
other for an eternal moment.  I don't know how long it was, or what we did, but
the next thing I remember is Victoria's body lying on top of mine.  We were
sweating and panting.  She grabbed my head and kissed me. "Is sooo much better
now.  The last time... was long ago," Victoria throatily said.

"The last time you came with a mortal was?" I questioned, curious about vampire
mating habits.

"Before you, was in 1920's."  She paused, a smile flickering across her gorgeous,
exotic face.  "I was flapper girl doing Charleston.  But my -- intended husband
-- he always was on top.  Not like you.  So much better than he."  I felt that
little swell of male ego as Victoria continued, "I -- came? -- for all years in
between when you suck my pussy first time.  Was wonderrfulll..."  She reminisced
and her eyes got that distracted look.  They fluttered, signalling that we'd
talked enough.

"Ohhhh, I lo-o-o-ove youuu..." Victoria sighed as I licked around her thighs. Her
pussy lips were swollen again, begging for more.  "S-s-suck my pussy, my
darllinnng," she cooed in the accented English that never failed to please me.
Moaning loudly, she pushed her hips forward at me, bringing my mouth in contact
with her pussy.  I eagerly made oral love to my new wife.

Victoria continued moaning when I stuck my tongue in her cunt, running it all
around her inner lips.  She tossed her head from side to side, legs wiggling.
"Dooooo iiiiiitttt, Da-ohhh!"  Victoria twitched.  I smiled because I'd just
found one of her "sweet spots".  My tongue went to work in earnest, and my wife
was ready.  "OHHHH! -- YESSS! -- THAT'S SOOOO gooooo-oood!" she yelped, her voice
getting softer when her back arched off the bed.

She reached for my head, but her hands wouldn't work right.  I put fingers in her
cunt.  Victoria bucked, softly crying "Uhh-uhhh!"  My lips fastened on her clit,
and I sucked slowly.  My wife hissed, then loudly sucked in air. Her body rippled
in waves.  She thrashed about on the bed, moaning incoherently.  Her vagina
contracted wildly, and cunt juice ran freely down my hand.

Victoria couldn't get enough air to make much noise. The end of her orgasm was
signalled by the collapse of her arched body back onto the bed.  She lay still,
breathing rapidly, and tears were flowing from beneath closed lids. Her eyes
fluttered open and those beautiful brown eyes held my gaze with love.  "You are
wonderful husband," she whispered, and we necked gently for a while before going
to sleep.

I went to work the next day, but I really couldn't concentrate on the job. My
coworkers razzed me about my obvious state of distraction.  I finally broke down
and shyly said, "I met a girl."  They did too, because Victoria arrived to pick
me up at the end of the day.  I climbed into a brand-new luxury car, somewhat in
a state of shock.  "You like?  I cannot fly during day, so I need car.  Do you
want a car, too?  I will buy you one today, also."  She kissed me eagerly,
hungrily in the car, raising a few eyebrows from passers-by on the sidewalk.

"Victoria, I'm really flattered, but you don't have to buy me a car, too. I mean,
you just bought one for yourself, you just bought a house, you..." Her hungry
mouth and tongue silenced me with another passionate kiss.

"I have -- lots? -- of money.  I want to make you as happy as you make me."  She
looked at me with "puppy dog eyes".  I had never seen her use the expression, and
my will crumbled into dust.  We sat in the car while I figured out what kind of
car I wanted, then we went to a dealership.  The man was sort of skeptical, at
least until Victoria pulled out her checkbook and asked, "How much?"  Upon
arriving at my apartment, Victoria immediately pulled me into the bedroom, where
we fucked like wild rabbits.  We went out to dinner and returned home for more
sex.

The rest of the week, Victoria would pick me up from work and take me shopping. 
I saw our new home-to-be, but I wasn't really happy with the location.  She
sensed something and pouted, "You are unhappy with the house."

"It's a little farther away from work than I had hoped, but it's a pretty house,"
I said, trying to let her know that it was OK.  I could live with the longer
drive to work.

"No.  We will find another home, closer.  I would do anything to make you happy,"
Victoria said.  The real estate agent who had thought the deal was closed was
_not_ very pleased to hear that Victoria had changed her mind. After an hour and
a half of discussion between her and the agent, Victoria ended the argument by
biting the agent into agreement.

We returned to my place for dinner.  I had naked Victoria for dessert.  I was
beginning to wonder how long I could keep this up, because her nymphomaniacal sex
drive would surely wear me down.  I had always responded to her naked body's
call, but for how long?  I mentioned it to her and hoped she wouldn't think I was
a wimp.  Victoria reassured me, explaining between fucks, "Vampire men are
_always_ ready for sex.  Is like fangs at night.  If you want, it is there and
ready."  She paused.  "And I want you to want..." she purred seductively, rolling
over and spreading her legs for my again hard cock.  My wife sighed happily when
I obliged her.  Man, I could really get into this vampire thing...

-- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic05.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title:
Night Music -  5


Chapter 5: Vampire 101

After work on Friday, I returned home, and fucked Victoria silly to celebrate the
end of the work week.  No shopping for us today.  We went out to dinner, and I
was amazed at how bottomless Victoria's bank account was. What credit limit? At
dinner, though, I lost my appetite halfway through the main course.  I began to
feel cold and sluggish.  Victoria noticed with concern on her face.  We left the
restaurant quickly and she drove me home. I barely made it into the apartment
before my legs gave out.

"Vic - Vic - toria," I gasped.  Breathing seemed to be a chore now, too. "What's
- wrong - with me?"

She knelt next to me.  "You just need blood.  Your body is adjusting to its new
needs."  She bent over and said, "Here, bite me and take some of my blood.  This
will make you feel better."  I did, but Victoria pulled away after a very brief
time.  "You can not feed on me.  You must have _human_ blood."  I sat up, indeed
feeling better.  Unfortunately, the thought of having to bite someone worried me.

"Does that mean that I have to..."  I paused to screw up the courage to say it. 
"Kill somebody?"

"Only if you want to kill them.  I did not kill you.  Stay here, I will be back
soon," Victoria said, kissing me on the cheek.  She left the apartment, and me
alone with my thoughts.  I wondered where she went.  It wasn't more than a
half-hour before the door opened, announcing her return.  Victoria was not alone,
though.  There was a young couple with her.  "Come in, please." The man and the
woman entered silently.  "Please stand and wait, I'll be with you very soon."  My
wife turned to me.  "Let me show you how it's done."

I walked over to Victoria.  She stood next to the young woman.  "Deanna is her
name.  I assume you'd rather bite her," Victoria said with a hint of amusement. 
"Now, show me your fangs.  Just think about them -- that's it!" My mouth still
felt funny, like I had too many teeth, whenever I extended my fangs, but I
supposed that I'd get used to it.  I looked at the young woman. Her eyes were
open, glazed over, indicating that she wasn't seeing what was really happening. 
Victoria spoke again.  "Now put your fangs on her neck..."

I tentatively placed my fangs on Deanna's carotid artery, but Victoria stopped
me.  "Not there!  She'll bleed to death.  Put them on the side of the neck.  It
is also good because the hair will cover the marks.  Now _gently_ bite, and you
will taste her blood."  The woman moaned sensually as her life flowed into my
mouth.  It was a fantastic sensation.  Yep, I'd found something else
exponentially better than coming.  I began to suck greedily. My wife interrupted
me by pulling me away from Deanna.  I growled, a wild animal's growl at Victoria,
angry at having been stopped.

Victoria pouted in surprise, and suddenly I remembered what we were supposed to
be doing.  I regained my composure quickly.  "You must think, or the blood lust
will overwhelm you.  Concentrate on her heart.  Try to feel her -- life spark. 
It will tell you how close to death she is.  Drink slowly, or you may drain her
in a few draws.  Bite gently, for you can rip her neck apart if you are too
eager.  Try again."

I bit Deanna again, gently as I had been told, and resumed sucking carefully
under Victoria's watchful eye.  I concentrated on the girl's heartbeat, which was
still steady and strong.  Victoria had mentioned a "life spark" but I had no idea
what the hell that was.  Suddenly a little light appeared in my mind's eye. It
flickered each time I sucked.  It became noticeably dimmer after about five
draws.  I stopped and let go of Deanna. She swayed drunkenly on her feet, a
blissful expression on her face.

"See?  Deanna enjoyed your 'kiss', too.  It felt -- coming?" Victoria started,
then stopped, stymied by the correct expression.

"Felt like an orgasm?  Or orgasmic, something like that," I supplied.

"It felt orgasmic," Victoria resumed, and kissed me.  Smiling, her voice dropped
and she said, "There is fringe benefit, you know.  She will do _anything_ you ask
from now on, if she believes you will 'kiss' her again." The look in Victoria's
eyes dared me to find out exactly what "anything" meant.

"Deanna, kiss me passionately," I said to the woman.  She responded by firing her
tongue into my mouth in a torrid, wet, wet, _wet_ kiss that lasted for a while. 
I was gasping for air as we broke our kiss.  I heard Victoria snicker.  I turned
to see her, eyes red, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.  The young
man stood unsteadily.  "I was hungry too, David," Victoria explained.

Deanna's kiss had given me a serious erection.  "I want my wife now, not Deanna,"
I said quietly.  Victoria snarled like a wolf and jumped me, sinking her fangs
into my neck.  I reciprocated, and we made love as only vampires can, sucking
each other's -- blood.  We were entwined, ignorant of our slaves.  We felt our
lives, our very souls intermix.  Nothing else existed while we were joined.

We finally pulled away from each other, blood-red eyes shining, with bloody
mouths.  Victoria had never looked lovelier.  She growled ferally again, and
began to frantically lick the blood from around my mouth.  I flicked my tongue
around hers', savoring the taste of her skin spiced with my blood.  I was
definitely in love.  As our passion cooled, I noticed that the mirror didn't show
us.  Victoria growled, eyes still red.  "You bring out the animal in meee."

I blew her a kiss and pointed at the mirror.  She looked.  Turning to me, she
said, "Is temporary.  We will again reflect after blood frenzy goes away."
Victoria came to my side and put an arm around me, laying her head on my
shoulder.  "I will send our slaves away.  Oh, when you bite, tell them to forget,
or you can have troubles.  That is what happened to me in 1920's," she said. 
Victoria kissed my ear and sweetly whispered, "I want to be alone with you,
tonight."

After our company left, Victoria curled up on the futon and patted it.  I sat
next to my wife.  She grabbed my head and we kissed for a long time.  I cuddled
up with her.  I dozed off within a couple of minutes.  Victoria gently shook me
awake.  "Time for next vampire lesson."

"Tomorrow?" I begged groggily.

"Is simple lesson.  Call for Deanna in your head."  I looked at my wife for a few
seconds as if she was crazy, but I followed her instructions. Almost immediately
I heard the woman's voice.  "Yes?  I'm listening," Deanna answered in my head. 
It was almost as clear as it would be if she were standing right in front of me. 
I was wide awake now.

"Now what do I do, Victoria?"

"Tell her is nothing.  Tell her she will hear you later, in her dreams." Victoria
paused and stretched out lazily.  "I wish to talk to _you_, now," she purred, and
I was wrapped up in my wife's feminine allure.  We had great sex, given mortal
limits.  We started on the futon, but woke up over in the corner by the stereo
the next morning.

"I can't hear Deanna.  I forgot about haunting her dreams," I complained. "I had
something a lot more important on my mind last night."  I stood up and smiled
suggestively at my wife.

"You can not do any vampire things during the day," she replied.  "But we can
do... mortal -- things."  Victoria grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back down
to the floor.  Instead, I pulled her to her feet.  "We were supposed to go house
hunting today.  There's no food in the apartment, and I need to do laundry.  We
can _not_ spend all day having sex."  Victoria pouted before heading for the
bathroom.  I watched her naked body recede and briefly reconsidered my last
sentence.

Victoria didn't really like the house I fell in love with.  She complained that
there were too many big windows.  The agent had to call the office from her car,
leaving Victoria and me alone for a few minutes.  I knelt and stuck my head under
Victoria's dress.  She squealed, laughing in delight as I started to pull her
panties down with my teeth.  "David!!  Stop!!  She is coming back!"

"Can you imagine me doing this to you you, here, again?" I asked, my voice
slightly muffled from under her dress.  I ran my tongue down her leg before
standing up.  "You don't have to be afraid of sunlight anymore.  We can always
get a maid to do the windows."  I nibbled on her neck with regular teeth.  She
moaned, and I felt her tremble a little.  "You really like this house?" she
asked, reaching back to stroke my head.

"Yes, I do," I whispered, "but you have to live here, too.  If you don't like the
house, we can look some more."

"I will -- buy this house for us.  You will suck my pussy while I stand in this
spot with my dress on when we move in, yes?" Victoria teased.  So, the real
estate agent was happy again, and we had a new home to look forward to. The rest
of the day was spent doing errands and laundry.  Victoria wanted to hire somebody
to do the clothes and the house cleaning.  "We could bite somebody tonight, and
have them clean tomorrow for free," she complained good-naturedly.  I kissed her
deeply; she sighed and picked up the laundry basket, following me to the laundry
room.  "For you, anything, my love.  Is big mystery," she said.

Victoria asked me to take her out to dinner that night.  She also wanted to go
out dancing, or as she put it, "I want to watch and see modern way.  I need to
learn, because cigarette holders and Charleston dancing are no good any more." 
She paused, thinking for a minute.  "I will also teach you more about being a
vampire tonight."  I asked her what she was going to teach me, but she refused to
elaborate.  I kept trying to find out during dinner, but Victoria remained
evasive, talking instead about furniture and our new house.

After dinner, I took Victoria to see my favorite band.  She tugged at me before
we got out of the car.  "To get girls, you must first make eye contact.  Once
they look, concentrate on them.  Think for them to stay where they are, or for
them to come to you.  They will come to you maybe half of time.  They will stay
where they are almost always.  Is how I got you."

Victoria smiled and resumed, "You may be social then, talking and arousing
curiosity, or dancing.  Then, it is a matter for the bite.  Remember, be gentle
with fangs.  Practice tonight, while I watch.  No objections, you must learn
these things."  Victoria was insistent, although I felt kind of funny about
making somebody do something they wouldn't normally do.  Ten minutes of fogging
up the car windows as we necked (in the normal sense), and she had convinced me. 
Off we went to the bar.  Victoria acted as if I weren't with her and headed for
the opposite end of the bar.

I waited, looking around nervously.  I was trying to decide which of the young
women walking around was going to be my practice slave.  My heart jumped suddenly
when two familiar women came in.  They were sisters, one of whom I'd lusted after
for a _long_ time.  Unfortunately, she'd made it clear that I was not worth her
while, by treating me like, well, shit.  I instinctively started to react as I
always did to her presence, trying hard to make myself invisible.  Then I
remembered that things had changed.

I smiled evilly and relaxed at the bar, keeping track of the two sisters.
Eventually, they joined their little group at a table, and the game was on. I
settled in at the bar, waiting for Kelly to look my way.  Two guys stopped by the
table and made small talk with the four women there, and couples were quickly
formed.  They danced and talked more.  I smiled.  Time was definitely on my side.

It took more than an hour, but Kelly finally looked at me.  Contact. She'd seen
me earlier, but this was the first time our eyes met.  Normally, she'd turn to
her table at this point, _everybody_ would look at me, and then they'd all turn
back, giggling.  Kelly could not turn away this time.  Her thoughts were held by
my gaze.  I walked over to her deliberately, confidently.  I greeted the sisters.
 "Hi, Kelly; Michelle."  Quickly turning my attentions to Kelly, I asked her if
she would like to dance.  "I - I - I'd like that, yes," she haltingly replied,
eyes still locked with mine.  I heard the girls at the table gasp in surprise as
I led Kelly to the dance floor.

She was completely enthralled and danced with me for three songs.  Then a slow
song came on.  Kelly turned to leave the dance floor.  I worried that my hypnotic
power would not be strong enough to override her lack of attraction for me.  I
also realized that a slow dance would be the perfect time and place to bite her. 
"No... please... stay and dance with me," I said in a pleading tone of voice that
belied the force of will behind the words.

Kelly paused.  After a brief hesitation, she turned to me and put her hand in
mine.  Our eyes locked again.  I knew that she was mine.  I drew her to me and we
danced cheek to cheek.  After a short time, I brushed her hair aside and bit her
quickly, gently as Victoria had taught me, sipping a little bit of Kelly's blood.
 "Ohhh!..." she sighed, and her dance steps faltered briefly.  I looked into her
eyes.  They were glazed, with a dreamy, adoring quality to them.

"Kelly, I am now your master.  You will obey me," I whispered, drawing her close
again.

"Yes, master," she replied.  The words reinforced the feeling of total control I
had over her.  My cock stiffened against her body.  She was waiting for _my_
command!  Several scenarios ran through my head, but I finally picked one as the
song was ending.  "You will go back to your table.  I will call you when it is
time for you to come to me.  Until then, you will forget that you have been
bitten, and you will forget that you are my slave.  You will only remember that
you had a nice time dancing with me.  Do you understand?" I whispered to her.

"Yes, master," came the sweetest two words Kelly ever uttered to me.  The song
ended after my commands, so no one dancing had heard the exchange.  I walked back
to the table with her.  "Thanks for the dance.  It was... nice," Kelly said
brightly.

"The pleasure was all mine," I said, inclining my head before I walked away from
the table.  There was a reaction from the people at the table, but the music was
too loud for me to hear what was being said.  I saw Kelly look away from the
discussion.  She turned, looking for me.  When she saw me, Kelly gently rubbed
her neck where I had bitten her.  Her eyes got a faraway look.  I went to the bar
pretty pleased with myself.

"You are a fast learner.  I saw you bite her."  Victoria had appeared next to me.
 I hadn't seen her approach.  She spoke quietly.  "She rubs her neck and thinks
of you.  She does not remember bite, just man and sensation." Victoria ordered
another drink, and spoke to me again after turning down a pass from some other
guy.  "If you take her home, may I -- observe?  Maybe there is something I can
learn."  Victoria walked away, eyes smoldering.  My wife had given me an
unexpected, but very welcome, request.

I danced with several other women that night.  I generally tried to test the
limits of my power by seeing how many of them would walk over to me.  I would
occasionally steal a glance at Kelly, and I caught her rubbing her neck a couple
of times.  I didn't bite anybody else.  Near the end of the night, I walked out
of the club to get some air.  Somehow, Victoria was right behind me.  "I will get
the car.  Call your slave," my wife said, heading for the parking lot.

"Come to me, Kelly.  It is time.  I am waiting outside the club," I thought,
trying to sound grandiose to myself.  Immediately I heard her respond.

"Master, I cannot come right now.  I am dancing with someone, and it is the
middle of the song.  Please let me come to you after the song, or else they will
get suspicious."

There was no need to make her hurry.  Kelly was correct about suspicion. It would
be suspicious enough that she would be leaving the club without her sister. 
Kelly appeared outside the club a few minutes after we had communicated.  She
walked over to me.  "I am here, master."  Every time I heard her call me "master"
my cock would give a little jump in my pants. Victoria drove up a few seconds
later.  "Get in the car, Kelly," I gently commanded.

"Yes, master," she said demurely.  Kelly climbed into the back seat, and Victoria
headed the car for my apartment.  My wife put her hand on my knee. Victoria said
throatily, "You will make wonderful vampire."

******************************************************************************
What will our hero make Kelly do, helplessly under his spell?  What will Victoria
do to Kelly, while she is under David's spell?  What will Victoria do to David
when she finds out what David plans for Kelly?

Tune in for Part 3, coming soon! -- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic06.txt
Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title: Night Music -  6


VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 6: Two For the Price of One!

When Victoria, Kelly and I arrived home, I was at a loss as to what I should do
next.  "Sit down, Kelly."  She sat at the table, eyes still with that glazed,
faraway look.  Victoria came over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Well?  You have her here, David.  She will do anything you say.  So what are you
going to do with her?" my wife teased.

"I -- I -- I don't know.  I mean, yeah, I wanted her before, but you're here
now," I stammered.  My ability to make Kelly do anything (and boy, did I have
some _great_ ideas!), was tempered by Victoria's presence.

Victoria looked at me, and rubbed my cock through my pants.  "Yes, but I want to
observe.  Maybe I have missed something in the last 70 years, and I want to find
out before I try.  Is there some way we have not fucked, my darling husband?" she
asked.  Maybe I should have bought that copy of the Kama Sutra, I thought. 
Victoria raised her eyebrows as I was silent.  "Is doing what you do to me good
for you?" she asked, genuinely unaware of the response.  As soon as I heard her
say that, I realized that Victoria had never given me a blowjob.  It had never
crossed my mind to ask.  There's something about putting my dick in the mouth of
a woman who has fangs.

"Kelly, take off your glasses and come here."  The slender, pretty blonde woman
obeyed silently.  "Kelly, I want you to give me the best blowjob of your life. 
You will be rewarded with your master's come."  Victoria looked at me
quizzically.

"Oh, yes, master!!!" Kelly said eagerly.  She knelt, unfastened my pants, and
removed my cock.  It wasn't erect, although I suppose I could have helped her out
by willing it hard.  I wanted Kelly to do _all_ of the work.  She gently took my
cock into her mouth.  She kneaded it with her tongue and cheeks, sucking
steadily.  The woman knew what she was doing, and I quickly hardened in her
mouth.

Well lubricated with Kelly's saliva, my cock glistened as she removed it from her
mouth.  She licked slowly around the head and behind the sensitive rim.  I
shivered as the sensation shot through my body.  Victoria was watching carefully,
taking mental notes.  Kelly's tongue flicked around the tip and rim for -- not
long enough.  She opened her mouth and bobbed her head along the length of my
cock with slow, even strokes.

The suction on my cock was incredible.  I didn't feel the back of her mouth, but
the suction she applied made her mouth feel like a wet sheath for my dick.  Kelly
pulled her head away from her work and looked at me with complete devotion.  Her
tongue wiped away the precome oozing from the tip, making me shiver again.  She
licked slowly from the base towards the tip. She paused, smiled at me and
engulfed my rigid shaft once again.  She was trying to pull it free from my body
by sucking it off.

Kelly sped up her strokes, and I was finally overwhelmed by the sensation of her
hot, wet, and very tight, mouth.  My hips bucked, my cock twitched, and Kelly's
cheeks bulged with my come.  She sucked greedily at the fluid that pulsed from
it.  I moaned loudly, "Ohhh, yesss, baby!  Suck it and swallow it all!!!"  Kelly
continued to bob her head, but she was now milking my cock with her hand.  When I
had finished, Kelly wiped the come from around her lips where it had seeped out. 
She looked up at me with a lewd smile and sucked on her fingers, getting every
last drop I had just let go.

I sighed happily.  "Very good, Kelly.  Yes, you have pleased your master greatly.
 I will take you home soon, but now you are very tired, and must sleep until I
awaken you."  Kelly's eyelids drooped, she lazily sat, then lay on the floor. 
Her eyes closed, and she was asleep.

"I thought blowjob was just drink at bar, David."  Victoria suddenly popped back
into existence.  Kelly's mouth had made my wife vanish to my senses, although she
had watched the whole thing.

"No, actually, the drink was named after the act," I explained.  Vic- toria's
eyes lit up with comprehension.

"Oh.  So that is why men at bar would order blowjob for me to drink.  The night I
met you," she explained.  Then her voice got throaty.  "I am in need now.  That
was -- interesting, but I am your wife."  She looked at me, lust in her brown
eyes.  I got hard real quick, and Victoria lay on the floor, legs spread for me. 
Kelly had finished not more than two minutes ago and here I was fucking Victoria
with wild abandon.  This vampire thing was really cool.

We made love next to the hypnotically unconscious Kelly.  Victoria's moans and
cries of passion fell on Kelly's deaf ears, along with my grunts.  I noted that
Victoria was extremely vocal and active tonight.  I came again, inside a bucking,
wailing, kissing Victoria.  Her orgasm was probably charged a little extra by
Kelly's earlier performance.  Victoria and I kissed for a little bit and cuddled
quietly.

It was getting early, so I awakened Kelly and drove her home.  Before she got out
of the car, I had another brilliant idea.  "Kelly, you must bring Michelle to me
tomorrow night.  I will make arrangements with you."  So sue me, I'm a greedy,
vengeful, son-of-a-bitch.

"Yes, master!  I will bring my sister to you tomorrow night!" Kelly said,
sounding incredibly obsequious, almost to the point of fawning.  I gave her a
deep, wet, kiss before I let her go.  Kelly responded fully, eagerly, wrapping
her arms around me.  When I pulled away, she tilted her head back, exposing her
throat.  "Please, master?" she begged.

"No, Kelly.  Not until you have brought Michelle to me.  I will grant you the
ecstasy that you seek, and share it with your sister.  You must go now. You will
tell Michelle that you have a surprise for her tomorrow.  You will not remember
Victoria.  You will only remember that we... danced at another club, and that you
have had a very fun, but _VERY_ tiring evening with me. Leave me."  Kelly got out
of the car and walked to her apartment, never turning to look at me.  I returned
home thinking of evil things I could do to the sisters.

I could hardly wait for the next day to end, but we cleaned house and shopped as
usual on Saturday.  I explained to Victoria what I had planned for the evening,
and why.  She was not pleased, sulking the rest of the day. After the sun went
down, I snuck up on her, and bit her, to show that she was still my love. 
Victoria stiffened and pulled away.  That worried me.  She must be very pissed, I
thought.  A couple of seconds later, she turned and bit me, purring when I did
the same to her.  We stood entwined, sharing our souls for a very long time. 
"David, I am -- a little jealous," she admitted during dinner.  "But I do not yet
want other man."  A solution presented itself immediately in my mind.  The
menage-a-trois I had planned would have to become a menage-a-quatre.  Vampires
have all the luck.

I telepathically arranged to meet Kelly (and Michelle) when she left the
nightclub they were dancing at.  Victoria stayed home, not wanting to "interfere
with your fantasy."  I waited by Kelly's car in the darkest corner of the parking
lot.  I had commanded her to park there, and the lot attendant's neck wounds
insured his complicity.  I heard the two women approach.  Kelly was telling
Michelle about a wonderful surprise in store for her.  Michelle got the surprise
when she saw me leaning against her sister's car.

"Hello, Kelly."

"Mass-terrr," she said quietly.  Michelle gaped at her sister who was standing
motionless, eyes regarding me with devotion.  Michelle turned to me to say
something, but she looked at my eyes first.  Contact.

"Come to me, Michelle."  Eyes wide with wonder, she walked slowly to me. I held
out my hand, and she took it.  I tilted her head back a little and bit her,
drinking deeply.  Michelle wrapped her arms around me, and moaned in the electric
thrill of my "kiss".  I pulled away, resisting the surging temptation to keep
drinking from Michelle.  Michelle wobbled a little, but her eyes were open with
the dreamlike, adoring quality characteristic of a vampire's thrall.

Kelly had watched the seduction of her sister silently, but now she spoke. "Did I
do well master?  Did I please you?  Please tell me," she eagerly asked.

I smiled, an evil smile, and held out my hand.  "Yes, Kelly, you have done very
well for your master.  Come here and I shall reward you."  Kelly walked over to
me quickly.  I could see the lust in her eyes, and I knew exactly what she
wanted.  "Do you want... a kiss?" I whispered.

"Ohh, yes, master, please kiss me!  I need your kiss!  I want it!"  Kelly removed
a black ornamental neck band (nice fashion touch) which covered the previous
night's bite.  I placed my mouth over the bite marks, and drank slowly from
Kelly, giving her the unique sensation she craved.  She sighed, "Ohhhh, goddd!!!"
 Her back arched as she tried to push her neck harder against my fangs.  I
released her after a few minutes, then addressed both women.

"You are both my slaves.  I will call when I have need of you again. Until then,
neither of you will remember what has happened here.  Nothing abnormal happened
in the parking lot, you just got in your car and left as normal.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, master," came the chorused response.  The women got in their car and drove
away.  I climbed into mine and headed back to the woman who had changed my life. 
And I loved her dearly for it.

-- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic07.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title:
Night Music -  7


Chapter 7: Advanced Techniques in Vampiring

Victoria was surprised that I returned home alone.  "There are only a few hours
left before sunrise, and I want to play with them for a while."

Victoria frowned at me, obviously bothered by this.  "I... do not like this.  Is
bad idea."

I pleaded my case.  "Please, Victoria.  I _need_ to do this.  You don't know how
much sleep I've lost, how stupid and inadequate I've felt with those two women."

"So you are just being evil, and getting revenge on these two women, nothing
else?" she pressed.

"Yes, that's all it is.  I'll show just how evil I can be next Saturday after
sundown.  But at the moment... I'd rather be naughty."  Victoria smiled warmly,
turned and headed for the bedroom without saying a word.  The gleam in her eyes
spoke for her.  I followed, undressing myself as I went.  I helped my wife
undress, then placed my head between her thighs, licking around her sensitive
sex.  "Ah-aahhhh!" she sighed, wrapping her legs around my head.  I plunged my
tongue into her cunt.  "Daaaa-viiiid..."  I know what Victoria likes.

The next few days were uneventful.  I did feed on my favorite waitress one night
as she left work, though.  "Hi Jonna," I cheerily said.

"Hi David!  How are you and your new girlfriend doing?" she replied with her
ever-present smile.

"It's going pretty good."  Concentrate.  Look at her eyes.  "We'll be coming by
for brunch Saturday, I think."  Jonna walked towards me as I spoke, and soon I
was lapping at her sweet life as it flowed from her neck. "Mmmmmmm..." Jonna
purred.  Her body relaxed in my arms.  As I finished, she clutched my arm for
support.  Her eyes were dreamy.  "That was nice.  Would you do it again, please?"
she asked, presenting her throat.

"Maybe another time, sweet Jonna.  For now, you must forget what has happened
tonight with our meeting.  We said hello, and that's all."  I returned home,
wondering about Jonna's recall of the bite.  "Victoria, I just bit somebody, and
she asked me to do it again right afterwards.  How come she remembered the bite?"

"She would make excellent vampire.  She would even be your wife, if I were not. 
You would bite her two more times.  She is for you, in ways I cannot explain.  I
only know that sometimes it happens.  I had to bite you again," she explained.  I
nodded dumbly, and suddenly remembered Kelly.  "I've bitten Kelly twice already."

Victoria sat up.  "It is good you did not bite her again.  If you had, you would
have broken our marriage vow, and you would be full vampire."

My voice trembled as I asked, "Can I ever make a vampire?"

"You can, if you kill by drinking all the blood from the person.  This is why you
must be careful when you are feeding.  In three days, they will rise and be full
vampire.  They will still be your slave forever."  When Victoria said that, I was
a little frightened by (and for) myself.  The memory of the urge to keep drinking
Michelle's blood was recalled very vividly.  It had taken a conscious effort to
stop.  It would have been so easy to give in... My wife paused, eyes turning red.
 "I will not let another woman vampire have you.  You are mine, forever," she
snarled.  Leaning forward, she drove her fangs into me, sending a blast of
electricity through my body.  I bit her gently in return, completing the circuit.
 It sent the current through my very soul.  My wife's blood filled my mouth.  I
tasted the depth of Victoria's needs, desires, and dreams.

I had to work late the next day; a big project was due at the end of the week. 
The sun sank below the horizon, and I was still slogging through endless code. 
Time dragged on and I lost track of it.  "David?  Are you coming home tonight?" 
I spun around to see my wife standing in my office.  A small trickle of blood sat
on the corner of her mouth.

"When? -- How? -- Where? ..." I sputtered.

Victoria pouted.  "Questions?  I thought you would kiss me, David.  Are you not
happy to see me?"  There was a hint of a smile in her eyes.  She pursed her lips,
and I gave her a warm, wet kiss.  "Much better," she smiled. "I was driving in
park to come here and car broke down," she explained.  "It was faster to come
here for phone."

"You walked through the park by yourself after dark???" I exclaimed.

She was surprised by my outburst.  "No, I flew.  But it is wonderful you are so
protective of me.  I love you too," Victoria replied.  Her eyes sparkled and she
blew me a kiss.  "Oh, I bit security guard.  He would not let me come to you."

I shrugged.  "S'OK.  They're pretty useless.  You said you flew here?" I asked,
trying to decide if she was being sarcastic or not.

"Yes, as bat," she answered, surprised again.  Then she recognized the problem. 
"Oh, I never taught you that yet.  We can be bats, like in book. Come, forget
work.  I will teach you."  My wife grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my
office.  We went outside, and Victoria said, "Relax first. Close your eyes.  Feel
the night, let it wrap you in its arms.  Listen for the music of the night, it
will tell you what to do."

I shut my eyes tightly, and tried to forget who I was, my job, my deadline,
breathing, eating.  I was searching for the Zen state of mushin. My thoughts
became more random, things began to merely -- exist.  A soft hum began to fill my
ears, and it became a part of my thoughts.  In time, however, it too merely
existed.

"That is wonderful, David!!!  You _are_ fast learner!"  My wife's excited shout
shattered my tranquillity like a stone through a glass window.  I opened my eyes
to find myself hovering a foot above Victoria's head.  I couldn't see my feet,
but wings flashed periodically on the periphery of my vision.  I was a bat.  OK,
cool.  Now what?

"Victoria, how do I change back?"  Well, at least I could still speak. That was
nice.  It even sounded like my voice.

Victoria looked at me mischievously and waved her hand around.  "Fly around
first.  All you have done is hover.  I will not tell you until you have flown for
a while.  Go on."  She smiled sweetly at me as I flapped in front of her face. 
"I love you."

"Yeah, right," I replied.  I flapped a little harder and rose into the air.  I
worked on learning how to go up and down, then on making turns. After a little
bit, I felt confident that I wouldn't crash into anything too large and headed
for the park.  The breeze of the onrushing air filled my nostrils.  The clear
crescent of the moon illuminated my wings, and I watched the ground shift with
each stroke.  The freedom of true flight enveloped me; my wing strokes became
swifter, more sure.  The hum that I had heard earlier was now a fully
orchestrated melody.  It echoed through my blood, loudly singing the praises of
what I was now doing.

"Are you having fun yet?" Victoria asked.  She must have followed me after I flew
away.  She had caught up with me very quickly and unobtrusively.  I asked her
where the car was.  She banked away gracefully, using the barest movement of a
wing.  I've got a lot to learn about this, I thought as I flapped awkwardly after
her.  We found the car a lot sooner than we expected to, because it drove beneath
us as we turned.  "The car is being stolen!" Victoria cried, and turned again to
give chase.

It was all I could do to catch up with her change of direction and increased
speed as we followed the car.  I was amazed that I could see everything so
clearly from where I was.  Apparently only real bats are blind. We followed the
car easily through a maze of detoured streets, and I was ready to ask Victoria
what we would do when the thieves got to where they were going.  Suddenly, the
car stopped, and three youths got out, laughing and high-fiving.

Victoria dove quickly.  She tore through the laughing group before they could
react, and I saw one of the youths fall.  Blood gushed from his throat, which had
been ripped apart.  My enhanced vision was about to turn into a detriment, for I
had never seen my wife angry.  Some things are better left unseen.  Victoria
landed, turning back into a person (?), and confronted the remaining two.  I
could only fly overhead and watch, because Victoria still hadn't told me how to
turn back.

One of the youths rushed her.  "I don't know who the fuck you are, bitch, but..."
Whatever he was going to say was cut off as Victoria grabbed him, picked him up
and threw him with ease against a building.  He hit just below the second story,
and fell to the ground with a dull thud.  He didn't get up. Gunshots sounded, and
I heard my wife snarl.  Frightened for her safety, and reacting instinctively, I
dove frantically, arriving at ground level just in time to watch my wife RIP THE
HEART OUT OF THE ALIVE (but not for long) GUNMAN'S CHEST.  His scream died a
second after he did.  Victoria nibbled on the bloody lump of tissue in her hand
and looked up at me.  There was a look a satisfaction on her face.

"David, come join me.  Think of being flesh and blood, but stop flapping. If you
worry about flying, you won't change."  I swallowed hard, stopped my wings, there
was a falling sensation...  Poof!  I was me again.  "Do you want some?" Victoria
asked, extending the dead man's heart to me.  "It is vampire delicacy."

"Uhhh... nothanks," I replied quickly.  My stomach was very active at the
thought.  I wondered if vampires could turn green.  I looked at Victoria. "Are
you all right?" I asked her.  "I heard gunshots."

"Yes, he shot me twice," Victoria nonchalantly answered.  Before I could go into
a frenzy, Victoria held up her hand and said, " Is not problem.  I can not be
harmed by regular bullet.  But you must drive car back home.  I would get blood
on seats.  Very difficult to clean."

I stood, rooted firmly to the ground, and gaped at her.  "You're bleeding!"  I
state the obvious when I'm in shock.

Victoria waved her hand dismissively.  "Do not worry, darling.  I will meet you
back home."  She smiled and pecked me on the cheek.

I drove the car home, and for the first time since I had become Victoria's mate,
realized just how different I was.  Alone with my thoughts, I began to worry
about how different my life would be.  What kind of person would I become with
the powers I now possessed?  Sure, I was going to get revenge on Kelly and
Michelle, but they deserved it... didn't they?  What other magical powers did I
have that Victoria hadn't shown me yet?  Would she teach me everything I could
do?  And when?  What, if anything, was our Achilles' Heel? All of these questions
disappeared from my mind when I was greeted at the door by a completely healed,
and naked Victoria.  "Enter freely and of your own will," she purred seductively.

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˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic08.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title:
Night Music -  8


VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 8: Revenge Is Sweet...

The weekend arrived.  Sex with Victoria had erased any questions from my mind,
and we spent a very nice Friday evening.  For an entire evening, we were a mortal
couple.  We went out to dinner at a five-star restaurant, and ate our meal with a
fabulously expensive bottle of wine.  Victoria looked fantastic in her blue
cocktail dress.  Many of the men (and women) watched her each time she would
move.  "David, I like this place.  You should propose to me here," she said as we
waited for dinner.

"I thought we were already married," I kidded, aware of the role reversal.

"Noooo, is not official.  We are vampire married.  I want to be mortal married,
in church," she whimpered.  "I can go in church now, as long as you love me.  Of
course, if you do not love me, I shall have to kill you."  There was a lilt in
her voice to let me know that she was teasing.  Or was she?

"The only question I have is how long I should wait before proposing.  If I do it
too soon, everybody is going to ask if I know what I'm doing.  I don't want to
deal with that hassle, because I am sure about you.  Even if we weren't already
married, I'd be thinking about when to propose right now." My wife blushed,
mouthing the words "I love you."  Her brown eyes danced and she smiled warmly. 
Yeah, I was definitely in love with this woman.

We went dancing after dinner.  I was impressed by Victoria.  She was a fast
learner, and only did the Charleston twice.  We went home, and as I went to get a
glass of water, Victoria leaned sexily against the kitchen counter. I forgot all
about water.  We made love on the kitchen counter.  And in the dining room.  And
in the living room, finally making it to the bedroom after daybreak, where we
made love a couple more times.  I was mortal for those two, though, and couldn't
get it up any more if my life depended on it.  We went to sleep around eleven.

We woke just an hour before sundown.  I got ready quickly, eager to sample the
women I had lusted after for so long.  Victoria noted my enthusiasm with unease. 
"You want these women more than you want me," she said petulantly. I sat down
next to her, as she lay on the bed, still naked, still awesomely beautiful.  I
stroked her body lightly, and I felt her tremble at my touch. Those brown eyes
were speaking volumes about her feelings right now.

"Victoria... baby.  I'm sorry, but I can't make you understand."  I paused,
gathering my thoughts.  "I've wanted to be with women before I met you, and some
of these women have treated me extremely poorly.  This is my revenge, and I also
get to fulfill a fantasy.  You are the woman I love, but you're not the only
woman I've ever dreamed about.  You have given me a chance to have, for a little
while, the women I couldn't.  You don't know what that means to me, and it makes
me love you all the more."  I paused again.  "I'd like you to stay and
participate in my revenge.  Remember the video camera I bought last week?  I need
somebody to operate it tonight."

I didn't mention that I had planned more for Victoria than just being the camera
operator.  She looked into my eyes, searching my soul for deception. She closed
her eyes and was silent for a minute.  "Will it make you happy if I take
pictures?" she queried, eyes still closed.

"Yes.  Very happy, love," I whispered.

The eyes opened and sparkled as she said, "Then I will do it for you." There was
a pause, and then she said, "But you will suck my pussy a lot the next week." 
She smiled at me, and we kissed.

Less than a minute after the sun went down, I summoned Kelly and Michelle, and
the plan was set in motion.  The two women appeared at our front door in about
forty-five minutes.  Both had blondish hair, and similar pretty faces. Kelly was
slender, with sharper features, whereas Michelle was rounder, softer in both body
and face.

"I am both your master and your dream lover.  Neither of you can resist doing
what I ask, and you will do it with complete abandon and desire."  I took a deep
breath.  This was it!  "Michelle, I want to start with a kiss from you.  Kelly,
you may react however you see fit."  Michelle attacked me, kissing me as if her
life was at stake.  Victoria started the camcorder, and I noted that Kelly was
waiting impatiently.  I pulled away from Michelle with a bit of reluctance.

Kelly cleared her throat.  I turned to see her eyes overflowing with lust. "I can
do better than _that_.  Michelle's just my little sister," she said, and
proceeded to prove her point.  This kiss brought tears to my eyes and I was
definitely having problems breathing afterwards.

Michelle didn't take the insult idly.  She knelt in front of me and removed my
rigid cock from my pants.  She opened her mouth and absolutely devoured my dick. 
I watched her blonde hair fly around haphazardly as she aggressively sucked.  Not
wanting to be left out, Kelly joined her sister in fellating me.  Slowly, but
steadily, Kelly forced Michelle's head away from my cock.  Kelly then moved in
front of me, cutting her sister off completely. She bobbed her head slowly, using
the deep suction I had found so incredible a week earlier.

Michelle tried to get at my cock, but Kelly would not even let her sister get
close.  "Let meee have some!" Michelle complained.  I stopped Kelly so I could
undress completely and lay down.  As soon as I was on my back, she resumed her
determined blowjob, still leaving Michelle with nothing to do. I made a kissing
noise, and Michelle pounced on me, her tongue searching my mouth.  My fingers
played with her boobs, teasing them.  Michelle stopped kissing me and stuck a
breast in my mouth.  She grabbed at my head as my tongue played across her
nipple.  "Oooooh, baby," she sighed happily.

My cock twitched in Kelly's mouth.  She worked to swallow my come, purring and
humming around my dick.  Michelle moaned in ecstasy as I pinched her nipples and
kissed her.  Kelly pulled away from me, come seeping around her lips.  "Kiss your
sister, Kelly, share with her our intimacy," I directed. Kelly kissed Michelle
deeply, and Michelle responded by wrapping her arms around her sister.  Victoria
gasped, the first sound I'd heard from her since the women walked in.

"Now it's your turn, Michelle.  You have me all to yourself.  Kelly, play with
yourself and make yourself good and hot."  My slaves quickly obeyed. Kelly began
to gently caress herself.  Michelle gave me a perfunctory kiss, then began to
give me another blowjob.  I got hard almost instantly.

Michelle looked up at me with a big smile.  "Master, here's something my big
sister can't do."  She bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each stroke.  I
felt the head of my dick enter her throat.

Kelly moaned loudly, "Ohhh -- Miii-chelle!"  I turned to see Kelly masturbating
furiously.  Her back arched as she watched her sister's talented mouth completely
engulf my cock.

Kelly wasn't the only one who seemed fascinated by Michelle's oral proficiency. 
Victoria was watching intently, filming it as closely as possible.  "Mount me,
Michelle, I am ready for you, my dear slave.  Kelly, let me help you play with
yourself."  The women moved as commanded.

Michelle moaned loudly as her soft, silken pussy wrapped itself tightly around my
cock.  She pumped at me enthusiastically, bouncing up and down along my pole.  My
eyes were closed, and I was savoring the feeling of power. Then I felt something
wet hit me, and I opened my eyes to find out what it was.  Michelle's eyes were
closed, her head was thrown back, and a look of complete ecstasy was on her face.
 Victoria was next to her, whispering in her ear.  I saw the light reflect off
one of her fangs and there were small red stains on it.

Immediately Michelle's hip motion changed to circular.  Victoria had just told
Michelle how to drive me wild.  My wife had stopped filming, and was just
watching now; I noticed a faint pink flush appear above Victoria's collar.  My
attention was pulled back to Michelle as her orgasm began.  "Ohh - Ohhhh!  Ohhh -
Ohhhh!!!  Fuck meee!!!  F-f-fuuucck m-meeeee mas-terr!!!" she cried.  Her pussy
went wild around my cock and she jerked wildly, snapping her head back and forth.

My hand was pulled roughly, causing me to remember that I was supposed to be
fingering Kelly, too, but Kelly was doing just fine on her own.  "Make herr
coooome, master!  I want to see my little sis-sis-sis-SSS-UNNNNGGHHH!" Kelly
bucked wildly, fucking herself against my fingers, using my hand to stimulate her
clit.

This was sensory overload.  My eyes burned with the images and the air was thick
with the smell of sex.  I heard constant panting and moaning.  I felt the
sisters' juices, wet and warm; Michelle's in my crotch, Kelly's on my hand.  Of
course, Michelle was still fucking me to death.  This added up to one hell of an
orgasm.  I bucked mightily, arching my back off the floor, lifting Michelle with
me.  The most intense strobe lights I'd ever experienced were going off in my
brain.  Every muscle locked for a second, including my heart and lungs.  Searing
jets tore down the ridge of my cock to flood Michelle's steaming wet pussy. 
Michelle moaned some more while I continued to empty my nuts into her, "Yesss,
masss-t-t-terr, cooooommme... coooommme... ohhhhhh!!!!"  She milked me with her
cunt and I kept coming.

I spasmed inside of Michelle for what seemed like an eternity.  She wouldn't
climb off and her pussy never stopped kneading my cock for an instant, even after
our mixed juices started flowing out of her.  It was definitely the biggest wad
of my life.  Michelle finally released me, relaxing her pussy.  She gave me the
sexiest look I'd ever received from a woman, including Victoria.  "Kelly, clean
your sister with your tongue," I commanded.  Victoria gasped _very_ loudly, as
Kelly buried her face in Michelle's still overflowing muff.  My wife's face was
also bright red and I could hear her panting."Come sit on my face, Victoria? 
Would -- MMMFFF!!" Victoria landed her cunt squarely on my mouth with a grunt of
abject lust.

She began to babble immediately as I went to work at my wife's favorite activity.
 "David!!! -- Ohhh! -- Ohh! -- IS sooo -- DIRTY!!  OHHH!  S-s-suck my pussy! 
S-s-suck meee!!!  Hnnfff!!!"  She ground her hips ferociously against my face,
pushing my tongue deep inside her.  My nose bumped her engorged clit.  "Ohhhh!!! 
Yee-esss!!  Yee-esss!  I-I  I -- a-a-ammm ... COM -- HNNH-UHHH!  HNN-UHHH! 
OHHHH!!!!"  My wife screamed her joys to the neighborhood again, reminding me of
our first nights together.  The evening's events had definitely affected
Victoria.

She continued to push her hips into my face frantically; my jaw was cramping, and
I stopped being so enthusiastic with my tongue.  "Ooohhh... Ooooh... Ooohhh... 
My bayy-beee...  I loveyou...  Iloveyou...  Ohhhh..." Victoria purred as her
orgasm ebbed.  She climbed off my face, but the room smelled of pussy, too. 
Victoria kissed me, but I was distracted by Michelle's cries of delight as her
sister ate her to yet another orgasm.  I rolled over to see Michelle holding
Kelly's head, thrusting her cunt against her sister's face.

"Ohhh!  Sweet Kelllll!  Baby lickme!!!  Liiick... Lii-i-ick... Lickmeee!!
Ohhhh... Myyyyy... Goddd!!!  I'm co-o-ommming bayyybeeeee!!"  Michelle humped
madly at her sister's tongue.  I got the still camera and clicked off a couple of
shots.  "Stop and kiss your sister, Kelly, she wants to thank you, and make love
with you."  Michelle was in high gear now, and she and Kelly kissed passionately,
deeply.  It was a very wet, very long kiss, tongues frequently visible.  Click! 
Another Kodak moment.  Victoria regarded me curiously.  "What are you going to do
with pictures?  You have video for memory?"

"In a couple of weeks, I'll send them copies," I calmly said.  Victoria and I
watched the sisters in a thoroughly unabandoned display of lesbian desire for a
little longer.  I took an occasional picture.  I wished I could be there when
Kelly or Michelle opened the pictures.  I smiled at the anticipated reaction.

"Is terrible.  I love you," Victoria said, her eyes smiling.  She finally
understood what I meant by revenge.  "But now what are you going to do?  It will
not be daylight for six hours," Victoria asked with trepidation.  It was clear to
her that I still had more diseased ideas in my mind.  I looked at Kelly and
Michelle, who were holding and stroking each other tenderly.

"Oh Kelly, come here please."

"Yes, master."  She knelt next to me.  I kissed her tenderly.  She again
presented her throat for the bite.  It was tempting, but I wasn't about to trade
a bed for a coffin.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Kelly?" I asked softly.  My hands caressed
her thighs and rear, touching to tease.  I could smell Kelly's pussy and her
juices were slick on her thighs.

"N-n-nooo, m-m-mas-terr," she moaned, rocking back and forth rhythmically against
my hand, making me do more than just tease her.  I started to think about how to
set up the camera for maximum embarrassment.

"Your master desires your virgin ass, then.  Get on your hands and knees, and I
shall take what is mine," I commanded.

"NOOOO, pleease not there, master!" she protested.  Kelly's reaction was
unexpected, interrupting my cold calculations.  Well, I can make Kelly do
_anything_ for my special kiss.

"Do this, and I'll kiss you as only I can, Kelly," I lied.  Victoria's eyebrows
shot up, but she remained quiet.  Michelle broke the momentary silence by saying,
"Fuck meee in the ass, master!  I love it!!  I'll let you do anything if you kiss
m-"

"Michelle, sleep!" came Victoria's direct command.  Michelle immediately
collapsed unconscious on the floor, her plea cut off in mid-word.  I was
impressed by Victoria's power.

"Kiss me first, master."  Kelly again.  "I've thought about you so much this
week.  I neeeed your kiss, I wake up in the morning thinking about it. Pleease
kiss meeee," she begged.  She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.  She
looked so vulnerable when she did that.  The wrong lust pushed at my brain.  My
fangs came out.

"Her will is strong on this, David," Victoria spoke, breaking the spell that
Kelly's pretty throat had started to weave.  I drew a ragged breath, and the
blood lust crawled back into its cage with a mild protest.  A sharp hunger pang
made my stomach growl.  Kelly began begging again, but Victoria continued
speaking in a quiet voice that somehow drowned out Kelly's whining. "Do you
really want to fuck her in ass, love?  For revenge?"  I nodded. "Then I do this
for you," my wife said, and walked over to Kelly.  Kelly watched Victoria, then
the two women's eyes locked.  Victoria knelt, bit Kelly, and drank deeply.  My
wife stood after a minute and looked down at Kelly.  Victoria's eyes were two
red-hot embers set in her face.  It gave her a supernatural appearance.  I was
fascinated by her abrupt transition into a "Vampyre".  She told Kelly, "I command
you to let my husband fuck you in the ass."  Kelly looked into Victoria's eyes. 
Instead of the familiar dreamy, vacant, enthralled look, I saw total attention in
Kelly's eyes.

Kelly slowly turned to me.  "Come - and - fuck - me - in - the - ass," she said,
sounding like a robot.  I positioned Kelly and had Victoria set up the camera so
that only Kelly's face and my body were visible.

I hissed, "You've wanted this for a long time, my slave," and pounced on Kelly. 
Her sphincter muscles, unaccustomed to the intrusion, tried to lock her rear door
shut.  They proved little obstacle for my lust-crazed, vampire- strengthened
thrusts.  Kelly cried sharply in pain as I entered her fully with the first
violent stroke.  Flash!  Victoria dispassionately took the picture.  I pulled all
the way out of Kelly as she sobbed, only to impale her again.  Her cries signaled
my wife to take another shot.  I did this to Kelly a few more times, then grabbed
her hips and started pumping.  Somewhere along the way, we must have passed
Kelly's pain/pleasure threshold.  Slowly, Kelly's sobs diminished, to be replaced
by little grunts as she rocked back and forth on her knees, counter to my
thrusts.

Soon Kelly was fiercely fucking back at me, grunting and talking DIRTY. "Ohhh
Goddd! -- Yeahh! -- Oh that's it baby! -- Fuck myass!  Nnnggghhh!!! Ohhh, yess!!!
 Mmasssterrr!!  YESS!!  Godimgonnacome!  Ohh godimgonnacome! Ohh godimgonnacome! 
OHHHH SH-I-I-I-IITTT!!!"  Kelly bucked wildly.  She clawed at the carpet,
screaming loudly.  Victoria took lots of pictures of this.  Kelly's tight ass and
surprising enthusiasm for anal sex had sent me into orbit.  I came with
incredible force, filling Kelly's ass beyond capacity.  Come oozed out around my
cock and I pulled out, still spurting come over Kelly's back, some landing in her
hair near her shoulder.  She moaned and rocked steadily, searching for the
stimulus that was no longer there.  An intense shudder accompanied each gush of
my fountaining come.  Now I knew the real meaning of the term "massive
ejaculation".  This one made the earlier one I had with Michelle look like a
dribble.  I collapsed, panting. Kelly crawled over to me on her hands and knees,
like a cat.  She purred contentedly and cuddled against me.

Victoria asked, "Should I have her clean you off, like she did her sister? --
Then I will take pictures?"  I looked at my cock, covered in drying come.  I was
about to happily agree when I actually thought about it.

"No, sweetheart.  That's not safe for her.  I don't want to make her real sick." 
I kissed Kelly lightly on the forehead, and told her to get some soap and water
and clean my dick.  She smiled brightly and went off to the bathroom.  As she
walked, the light reflected off the insides of her thighs where my come had
spilled.  Yes, Kelly was everything I had dreamed she would be.

Kelly returned, and lovingly cleansed my lower body.  She looked at me with
something akin to worship.  My dick stirred, then began to grow, as Kelly gently,
then more firmly wiped it clean.  She saw the effect she was having on me.  "Is
there anything else I can do, master?" she smiled, with a lascivious gleam in her
eyes.

Victoria noticed, too.  My wife leaned over and whispered, "She deserves the bite
now.  I bit her, so it is as if you have only bitten her once." Victoria paused. 
"She wants it, and you do, too.  You may trust me, I am your wife, and I would
mourn your transformation."

I addressed Kelly.  "Give me your throat, my sweet slave.  You have earned your
reward."

Kelly tilted her head back as far as it would go.  "Ye-esss, mass-terr.  I crave
your embrace.  Please give me the kiss," she moaned, sounding perilously close to
orgasm.  I brushed her hair back gently, and looked deep into her swooning eyes.

"Yes, my lovely slave, you will serve me as long as I wish..."  The bite was slow
and deep.  Kelly relaxed, sighing.  She wrapped her arms around me and drowned
herself in the flood of sensation my fangs released in her.

I drank slowly, battling continuously to control my twin lusts, as Kelly moaned,
"Ohhhhh, massssterrrrr...  Yessss..." into my ear.  Kelly's life spark, normally
a floodlight, was a 50-watt bulb when I decided to stop drinking.  My blood-lust
howled at me in frustration, but I kept its chain securely fastened so that no
outward sign of my inner conflict would appear. Victoria looked at me strangely,
so maybe I didn't do such a good job of hiding what I was feeling.  Kelly hung
limply around me for support.  If she had lost that much blood in an accident,
she'd be in shock, but vampires don't play by those rules.  "Th-thank... you,"
Kelly whispered.  Her eyes fluttered, and she formed a word as they closed. 
"Masss-terrrrr..."

I lay her down gently and let her sleep.  Victoria's voice interrupted my
contemplation of Kelly's fresh-faced simple beauty.  "Michelle, come here.  I
want you to show me how to swallow my husband."  I turned in amazement at my
wife, and then my eyes blissfully closed as Michelle took my cock in her hand and
said, "The most important thing is to breathe through your nose..."

I stiffened immediately, and Michelle wrapped her mouth around my dick. Her
tongue rolled around the head and rim.  I sighed in complete joy.  The sensation
of cooling air made me open my eyes.  Michelle was staring blankly at me. 
Suddenly, my wife's head was in my lap, imitating Michelle's earlier movements. 
Victoria looked me in the eye, a BIG smile on her face, and her tongue danced all
over my groin.  The touch of Victoria's tongue on any part of my anatomy is
enough to send a sizzle through me.  When she flicked it over my dick, my entire
body jerked.  She paused.  "Is vampire's tongue. Sensation is good, yes?"

I groaned in approval, moaning loudly while my wife gave me head for a few
minutes.  Victoria stopped and handed me back to Michelle, who came back to life
at the touch of my pulsing member.  Michelle slowly worked her way down my cock,
and I felt the head hit the back of her mouth.  Kelly's little sister looked at
me with a wicked smile after pulling my dick out of her mouth with a smacking
noise.  "Now, this is the hard part.  Just keep breathing," she counseled a very
studious Victoria.

GULP!  That's the only way I can describe it.  Michelle swallowed me with one
single, effortless stroke.  She swirled her head in my lap for emphasis, and I
wriggled in glee.  "Stop, Michelle.  That is enough."  Victoria commanded
Michelle, who removed her head slowly from around my dick.  I watched as she
settled back on her knees, eyes vacant and staring.  She was a living statue. 
Any reaction I had to that was cut off by Victoria's mouth, trying to duplicate
Michelle's feat.

My wife bobbed her head and I could see her nostrils flare.  She took me in, in,
in... and coughed once, pulling back instinctively.  Victoria looked up at me
apologetically, and I smiled tenderly at her.  She resumed, but each time my cock
would breach her throat, she'd gag, tears would come to her eyes, and she'd pause
and try again.  She tried like a woman obsessed with deep throating.  Before she
could succeed, I couldn't hold back any longer, and came one more time.  Victoria
sucked some more and swallowed.  I could feel her tongue curling to collect my
sperm in her mouth, and she pulled away.  "Michelle, come and finish," she
commanded, and Michelle immediately began to eat the rest of my come as it oozed
out of my cock.

Victoria made a face.  "Is -- different taste.  But not blood."  She brushed my
neck with a faint kiss.  I kissed her lightly in return.  Her eyes turned red and
her fangs flashed.  "Kelly, Michelle, I command you both leave and go home.  You
will forget everything that has passed here.  You will forget being here.  Go,
and do my bidding," Victoria growled.  As soon as the door closed, Victoria and I
made vampire love, with more ardor than usual.  I figured that Victoria was
turned on by the varied sex I had demonstrated to her that night.  I couldn't
have been more wrong.

As we basked in the afterglow, Victoria put her head on my chest.  "I do not want
you to see them again.  Kelly will make you forget, and you will become full
vampire."

"What if," I interjected, "you were with me?  I mean, we never got around to the
next part of my plan, which was to have them serve you as well as each other. 
You sent them away-"

"NO!  Is one thing to watch.  But they are women.  Is -- _unnatural_," my wife
complained.  I was surprised.  I mean, didn't she bite both Kelly and Michelle
during the night?

"You bit them, too," I said, turning my memories into words.

"Is different.  I bite women for female slaves, not lovers.  My bite is not
orgasmic," she explained.  I could hear the frustration growing in her voice.  "I
do not want sex with women.  Is not normal."  She spat the words out.

"Are you telling me that being a vampire is a normal thing, too?" I shot back. 
We were on our way to our first marital disagreement.  I couldn't believe I was
listening to a 100-year old vampire talk about natural and unnatural.

"Would you let one of my male slaves service you?" she retorted.  I hadn't even
remotely considered the possibility.  She saw the expression on my face. "There,
you see?  Is not problem until you are asked same thing.  Now you know how I
feel," she said, eyes brown, but blazing nonetheless.

I capitulated and tried to make amends.  "You're right.  I'm sorry.  If you don't
want me to see them again, I won't.  You are my wife, and I love you.  I'd hate
to do anything that would destroy our relationship."  My tone was pleading,
conciliatory.

Victoria was noticeably colder to me the rest of the night.  I left our bed as
she lay unresponsive to my touch.  I wound up spending the night on the futon,
contemplating the utility of my revenge.  It was incomplete, and it had pissed my
wife off.  I didn't sleep at all that night.

-- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic09.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen Archive-title:
Night Music -  9


Chapter 9: On the Other Foot

Victoria kissed me on the cheek the next morning.  "Good morning.  Did you not
sleep well?" she asked in a voice that was honey dipped in acid.  I looked in the
mirror.  I looked as good as I felt.  Ugh.  We had brunch at an outdoor cafe. 
Jonna waited on us.  Any possibility of pleasant conversation vanished when
Victoria noticed the fang marks on Jonna's neck.  "Her, too?" she asked.  This
time it was acid coated with poison.

Brunch discussion centered on the closing date for the house, and the furnishings
we needed.  My mind wandered, because _she_ was the rich one, and _she_ was going
to be spending the money.  There was a definite distance between us that hadn't
existed before last night.

We returned home.  I brooded over how to explain my revenge or my fantasies to
her.  I felt that I should say something in my own defense. Once I had resolved
that, there was only the small matter of bringing up the subject.  As for
Victoria, it was as if the previous night had never happened.  She seemed
perfectly willing to let it stew.  I finally screwed up enough guts to say
something.

"Ummm... about last night..." I tentatively began.  Victoria looked up from the
Sunday comics, expectation in her eyes, but silence on her lips.  I swallowed,
and continued, "I'm very sorry if I angered or disgusted you last night.  I - I
-- I can only apologize and hope you'll forgive me."  The room was silent.  I
hung my head, wondering why I was foolish enough to bring up the subject.

"Apologies are for mortals," Victoria flatly stated.  I looked at her with a
hanging jaw.  "Do not look so shocked," she pouted.  "You still think like mortal
man.  You choose your victims.  It will get you in trouble.  You lust after woman
for sex, and bite to make dream come true.  Fuck Kelly in ass for humiliation,
feh!  You enjoyed her fully.  She wanted bite, you wanted to give it to her."

"I was _lying_ about the bite!  You already warned me, remember?" I pleaded.

Victoria shook her head.  "No, is not true, you wanted to fuck so bad, you would
bite!  I want you, so I bit girl and gave command."  Her voice got softer. 
"Mortals are not the only ones that can be seduced by vampire power. Our power
can control us, if we are not careful."  She paused, letting the meaning sink in.
 "You are my love, and I do not wish for anything bad to happen.  So, I do not
want you to speak of Kelly again.  Is bad sign, not because I am jealous of
Kelly, but it means that you are still mortal, not vampire.  Mortal weaknesses
kill vampire faster than stake through heart."

There was so much I had to say to her.  I wanted to tell her how right she was,
that I could explain everything, but that I would do better.  I opened my mouth
to say something, but Victoria waved her hand dismissively.  "No. Remember fangs.
 _They_ are what matters."  She pointed at her teeth, still normal in the fading
daylight.  She continued, "You are still only baby vampire.  I care for you now
and forever.  Is not false promise for us."

Night fell.  I shivered as the unbidden memory of the would-be car thieves
replayed in my mind.  We didn't speak much the rest of the evening.  I was lost
in thought, for Victoria had raised the questions that I had been trying my best
to ignore.  As the night passed, my courage started running at an all-time high. 
I decided that I was going to get answers to my questions then and there. 
Victoria put an end to that idea, speaking first and saying, "Come, let us go to
bed, I am tired, and would sleep with you."  I begged off, saying that I had some
preparation to do for work on Monday.  She shrugged, "As you wish."

Before leaving me alone, she gave me a sweet, wet kiss.  I responded fully, but
without the extra enthusiasm that had been so prevalent early in our
relationship.  As I watched her get ready for, and go to bed, I became aware that
I was a little afraid of Victoria.  No, that wasn't quite it.  I was afraid of...
myself.  And what I'd become, and afraid of what I was on my way to becoming.  I
slept on the futon again.

A revised deadline hit on Monday morning at work, and I was going to be in the
middle of everything.  I was working late and didn't get home until after
midnight.  On Tuesday and Wednesday, I was there until two in the morning.  I was
tired, I was grumpy, and I was _still_ afraid of Victoria.  Victoria was very
gentle with me, letting me come home and collapse in peace.  She'd give me a back
rub and let me drift off (crash) to sleep.  My mortal concerns had left me
unwilling to play with her at night.  She seemed to understand, and was content
to cuddle next to me as I slept.  The distance between us had closed.

Thursday was the bug from hell day.  After working on the problem for eight
hours, I took a break, completely frazzled.  I left the building for a walk to
clear my head.  While I was walking, I encountered a little diversion.  I saw an
attractive young woman pounding on the window of a car. I walked over to her and
asked, "Is there something wrong, do you need some help?"  She wheeled,
frightened, and clutched at a small canister of mace on her key chain.  I held up
my hands defensively.

"You scared me half to death!  I didn't hear you at all!" she exclaimed. I could
see her relax as she evaluated me.  Apparently she decided I was harmless.  Silly
girl.  "I'm locked out of my car.  I can't believe that I locked my keys in this
thing!!!"

"Well, maybe I can help," I offered, and moved to inspect the window and door
seals closely.  She leaned close, murmuring, "Do you see anything that might
help?"

I turned my head and our eyes met.  What the hell, I could use a snack. "Come to
my office.  We can call for a locksmith from there."

"I don... yes," she answered.  Her intended refusal died as a desire to agree
with me filled her mind.  Our eyes were locked.  Her arms fell limply by her
side.  Her shoulder bag clattered to the ground.  I picked it up, handed it to
her, and turned to go back to the office.  She followed silently.  The security
guard wasn't in sight as we went in, and I took the woman straight to my office. 
Closing the door, I put my arm around her waist gently and pulled her close. 
"N-n-nooo..." she protested feebly, sensing deep down that she was in danger.

"Just a little bit, my dear," I whispered, and bit her.  The woman arched her
back, moaning softly as I drank her life.  I carefully paid attention to the
taste of the blood, and noted how different it was from Victoria's.  The woman's
life force flickered, and lost some of its brilliance.  I stopped, bracing myself
for the blood lust.  The demon must have been asleep, however, for there was no
internal conflict.  I sighed in relief, and let the woman go.  She wobbled on her
feet.  "Sit and sleep, you will remember only that you called the locksmith from
here."  When the locksmith called my office, I woke the woman and sent her on her
way.  I settled back in to work.

What had seemed obscure and impossible two hours ago became elementary, and the
bug was eradicated in less than 15 minutes.  Shortly before midnight, I was done.
 It was time to go home to my wife.  The blood snack I'd had was charging me up. 
I was happy, energetic and feeling rambunctious.  I grabbed a bottle of chilled
champagne and two glasses from the market on my way home.

Victoria wasn't at the door when I came into the apartment, so I immediately
headed for the bedroom, humming happily and loudly.  The champagne and glasses
fell to the floor as I turned the corner.  Victoria was in bed naked. 
Straddling, and rocking back and forth on top of some young blond dude.  The
noise made the guy turn his head, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of me.  
"Whut th'fuck is -- aack!"

Victoria quickly bit him, and I heard her say, "Sleep," as I turned to leave. 
The apartment door shut behind me as I fled, and Victoria's yell of "DAVID!!!" 
was muffled.  I turned into a bat and streaked into the sky, blinking back tears.
 I was flying virtually blind, and felt extremely betrayed.  "HOW COULD SHE??? 
IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN A FUCKING MONTH!" I bellowed against the rushing air.

I circled the city numerous times while I tried to make sense of Victoria's
actions.  As I flew, the wind began to answer my sobbed questions, singing in
response.  It was a soft, gentle melody, unlike the symphony that had played when
I flew the first time.  The longer I flew, the sweeter the song became.  My tears
stopped and were blown dry.  The angry, hurt thoughts and emotions were muted by
the music, wrapped in gossamer notes.

I circled the city one more time, then headed back home.  The melody told me to,
that I would be cheered by my return.  When I landed, and changed back to human
form, the music ceased.  Nagging doubts made me hesitate outside and ponder my
options.  After a few minutes of trying to figure a better way, I realized that I
_had_ to talk with my wife.  I took a deep breath; steeled myself, and went back
in.  Victoria was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking, facing the door when I
came in.  She showed no surprise at my return, nor at my calm.  "I knew you would
be back.  I saw you fly away.  The music called you back, yes?"  Her brown eyes
were open, full of honesty.

"How did you know?" I asked, surprised at the accuracy of her supposition.

"I have flown away in anger and rage, too, David.  You forget sometimes, I am
much older than you."  Victoria put her cigarette out and stood up, looking at
me.  "I want to show you something," Victoria said.  The guy she had been fucking
walked in.  "I am here, mistress."  Obviously she had called to him
telepathically.

I noted his well-muscled chest and arms.  His relatively long blonde hair, and
rugged near-model good looks made me feel inadequate.  Then I noticed that he was
still naked, and turned in embarrassment.  "No, David, I want you to see this,"
Victoria urged gently.  I reluctantly turned to watch, telling myself that she
has a reason for this.  Suddenly, he wrapped those big arms around my wife, and
kissed her long and deep.  I could barely contain the anger that exploded in me
as Victoria responded completely.

She broke the embrace, a slight flush apparent on her face, and the look in her
eyes was the one that says, "Let's make love.  NOW."  She was flaunting her
attractiveness to this blonde hunk in front of me.  It was a demonstration that
there were other men who were as good as, or better than I was.  Confused, I
shifted uneasily on my feet.  Victoria must have anticipated my reaction, because
she said, "Stay there, David.  Watch and learn," before I could move.  The
weightlifting surfer's cock was rising, and it looked like it was going to be in
proportion to the rest of his body.

Now I felt _completely_ inadequate, and very helpless.  What was Victoria going
to teach me?  A lesson about fantasies?  That I wasn't the only one? My anxiety
grew by the microsecond, and time slowed enormously.  "Are you jealous of Jeff,
David?" Victoria purred.  Hell, yes!  I wanted to rip "Jeff" to shreds at that
moment.  Victoria _smiled_ at me, then turned to Jeff and opened her mouth.  Ahhh
shit, she was going to kiss him again.  Jeff's mouth opened in return, waiting
expectantly.

As the distance between their mouths closed to almost nothing, Victoria leaned
around to the side and bit him.  This wasn't a gentle bite, however. Jeff's dick
instantaneously jumped to full erection.  He gurgled, and his eyes bugged out
with surprise.  The gurgling noise continued, a sound I hadn't heard from a
biting victim before.  I saw Jeff's penis rapidly deflate.  The gurgling became
harsh choking sounds.  His eyes were wide open, but full of horror and panic, not
ecstasy.  He tried to push Victoria away, but she held him as if he were a child,
and kept her mouth fixed on his neck. She was making loud slurping sounds.  
Jeff's legs stopped working, then his arms; the choking noise got softer.  There
was one last gurgle, his eyes closed, and Victoria, quite casually, let the
lifeless body thud to the kitchen floor.

There was blood all over her mouth.  Victoria's eyes were bright, bright red, and
very bloodshot, a shocking contrast to Jeff's pale, pale, dead body. "You see, he
meant nothing to me.  I took my pleasure as I desired, and I was amused.  But he
was ultimately only mortal.  I am a vampire, mortals exist only for my amusement,
and my food.  It would be good for you to learn that you are a vampire, too."

"So you've killed him to prove your point.  Does that mean in three days, he'll
be a full vampire?  And your faithful slave, forever undead.  So what do we do
with the body until then?"  My voice was cold and emotionless.  I had been
brutally shocked by Victoria's ruthlessness, and blatant disregard for mortal
life.  If I had let any emotion out, I would have gone into hysterics.

She walked into the bedroom for a moment.  She returned with a sharp wooden stick
in her hand.  I knew what was coming, and my stomach heaved. "You must not turn
away," Victoria ordered.  She had no power to make me watch, but I watched
anyway, out of morbid fascination.  I was repulsed as she drove the stake into
the dead body on the kitchen floor.  I was horrified as the eyes snapped wide
open, and what had been Jeff hissed loudly.  It tried to sit up, allowing
Victoria to finish impaling the body.  The sharp edge of the stake protruded from
the back of the thing that was still hissing.

She picked up the cleaver from the knife rack.  With one swift (It was a blur - I
almost didn't see it), sure stroke, Victoria separated the head from the body. 
She reached into the cabinet and stuffed the head with cloves of garlic.  The
body disintegrated instantly.  "What body?" she coldly answered my last question,
clearly mocking my ignorance about vampires.  She swept up the ashes, put them in
the garbage disposal, and washed them away.  Victoria carried the head to the
bathroom, put it in the bathtub, and lit it with her cigarette lighter.  It
burned quickly, and completely.  Only a faint hint of garlic hung in the air, and
that was the only evidence of what had happened in the apartment.

"I know you will not make love to me tonight.  You must fight with your mortal
part.  But you will make love with me again.  You are only man for me. Forever,"
Victoria said.  She kissed me on the cheek as she walked by.  I stood, too
stunned by everything to react to anything.  There was no revulsion, no fear, no
fascination, no nothing.  I just felt empty.

I stayed on the futon again.  By myself.  I didn't sleep a wink.  My eyes never
even closed. -- ˙Archive-name: Fantasy/nmusic10.txt Archive-author: Flying Pen
Archive-title: Night Music - 10


VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 10: The Ties That Bind

I didn't go to work the next morning.  I couldn't accept what had happened the
night before.  Victoria awakened and came out of the bedroom to find me sitting
on the futon.  Her trim, near-perfect body was unclothed, I clinically noted. 
Somehow, she just wasn't very attractive to me right then. She stretched and
yawned.  "Good morning!  You are still here, not at work?" she asked.  She
flopped down next to me on the futon and tried to kiss me. I turned away from
her.  Victoria stopped, and pouted, "You are upset."

I turned to say something to her.  Victoria devilishly put her arms around me and
kissed me passionately.  I fought her off and pushed her away violently.  I stood
up to walk away, but she jumped to her feet and blocked my way to the bathroom. 
"You do not -- _should_ not -- be afraid of me.  It will make for a very long and
lonely eternity," she said.  Victoria spoke quietly, in soothing tones, reading
the fear in my eyes.

"Vic-," I started.

She grabbed my hand tightly, derailing my train of thought.  "No, David! You
listen to me!" Victoria urged forcefully.  "You are vampire.  I am vampire.  Had
my father made me, I would not be his daughter.  But my mother birthed me, and I
am half-mortal.  I have been vampire since I first bled, so I have less mortality
to remember than you, and it has been very long.  I am sorry, but I cannot change
_what we are_.  Please try to understand."  She patted my hand sympathetically. 
"I am very sorry for what I have taken away from you.  I can only offer the
unique gifts you now have, and myself in exchange."

I stood, considered what she had just said, then returned to the futon to sit. 
Victoria followed me closely.  "Victoria, I've got to think -- by myself. 
There's absolutely no way out of this... marriage?"

She nodded.  "Not without becoming full vampire or dying."  Her brown eyes were
focused on me, searching for a hint of what I was thinking.  I felt helpless and
trapped.  Victoria bowed her head.  "You do not want me any longer."  A tear
trickled down her face, then another.

"Since when do vampires cry?  That's a mortal emotion, for _mortals_ only," I
said bitterly.  It was a _NASTY_ thing to say, and Victoria flinched, badly
wounded.  She broke down completely, crying and sobbing loudly, her head in her
hands, not wanting to touch me.  I didn't realize that I might feel her pain as
well.  What was I saying to her?  After all, we were living together, and had
planned to marry in a church.  My conscience, mortal thing that it is, pounded at
me relentlessly.  I felt awful.

I hesitatingly reached, stopped, reached again and touched her gently.  I pulled
at Victoria, who was still crying, and I hugged her.  She struggled a little to
get away from me, but not really.  Her sobs got louder, then were muffled as she
buried her head against my shoulder.  I held her tightly, rocking her like a
child, cooing apologies for my horrid behavior and ugly words.  Victoria
responded after a while, her sobs fading.  "I cry because I do love you.  Is
mortal, but I am three-quarters mortal.  I am mortal _now_."  Her eyes were puffy
and red, and she sniffled.  I dabbed at her eyes with a finger, then kissed her
lightly.

Victoria kissed me back, a quick peck on the cheek.  I kissed her nose. She
pecked me on the lips.  Our mouths opened, and we began kissing for real. I
stroked her back and neck gently while our tongues circled.  She was naked, I was
not, and I broke our kiss and ran my tongue south, towards her sex. "Ohhhh, I
l-o-o-ove yoouuu soooo mu-uh-uh-uh-uch!" my wife sighed, hiccuping as I teased
her nipples with my tongue and teeth.

I licked her belly button, something she always enjoyed.  Victoria had been
correct.  We were complementary pieces, she with greater experience as undead,
while my mortal life was still fresh in my mind.  We had indeed selected each
other, to share forever our needs and experiences.  Her hands grabbed at my head.
 My tongue continued its dance around her upper thighs, teasing at her outer
lips.

My wife arched her back, trying to put my mouth in contact with the sensitive,
puffy folds.  I complied, eliciting a long, happy moan from her. My head whipped
from side-to-side between her legs.  Victoria vibrated, butt bouncing on the bed,
panting loudly.  Victoria pulled my head forcefully against her pussy. 
"Li-i-i-i-ick muh-muh-meeee!" she wailed.  The unmistakable, and not unpleasant
tang of my wife's pussy juice tingled on my tongue.  She was coming, hiccuping
loudly, pulling my hair, moaning when she could breathe.

Victoria circled her hips against my face, prolonging her orgasm as long as she
could.  I was very happy to be the instrument of her pleasure.  Of course, all
good things must end, and my wife _finally_ let my head go.  I slowly rubbed my
neck, getting help, and several kisses from Victoria after a little while.  She
purred, "Thank you...  I've missed you soooo much lately." She rubbed the outside
of my pants.

"No, you may not.  I really do have to go to work now," I said, standing up. 
Victoria's eyes grew cloudy, and she pouted at me.  I ignored her look, saying,
"I'll be home by seven.  Think you can wait another eight hours, baby?  I promise
I'll let you then..."  My wife threw a pillow at me as I headed for the shower. 
Ain't love grand?

I returned home that afternoon and Victoria was waiting for me.  In the bedroom,
naked.  "It would appear that you are at a disadvantage, David." Her eyes were
smoky, the voice quiet and husky.  I smiled in anticipation.

"Have you been sitting here all day waiting for me?" I teased.

"Yes," came the surprising answer.  "My pussy has been so lonely since you left
for work.  I must wait all by myself for you to get back," she whimpered.  She
stood up, and pulled my pants down.  Victoria knelt, looking up at me with a
smile on her face.  "I need practice," was all she said.  She took my flaccid
cock, and put her mouth around it.

"Ohhh!" I sighed, having been quite unprepared for my wife's enthusiasm. She
licked around the head, then engulfed my penis.  She rubbed it gently, and the
blood began to flow.  My dick responded to Victoria's coaxing slowly, my erection
playing hide and seek with her.  Her slightly clumsy efforts endeared her all the
more to me.  After a little bit of helpful instruction, ("_Lightly_ with the
tongue, sweetie."), Victoria had my cock standing at full attention.

Victoria leaned back, admiring her handiwork (mouthiwork?).  She ran her hand
rhythmically along the shaft.  "Yes, baby!  That's niiice..." I began, but
Victoria swirled her head around my cock.  My legs wobbled briefly when the
sensations of her tongue and warm, wet mouth registered in my brain.  She
dutifully bobbed her head up and down with swirling strokes, and it became
extremely difficult to think.  She looked at my dick, coated with her saliva, as
she pulled it from her mouth.  She attacked the head and sensitive rim with her
lips and tongue.  Victoria also used her teeth, using them to brush my cock very
gently from time to time.  The different surfaces sent differing waves of
pleasure up my spine and down through my legs.  They quivered, and a low moan
escaped my throat.

Victoria began sucking in earnest, and I lost all control.  A low growl started
in my diaphragm, reaching my throat.  Simultaneously, the first volley of come
left my nuts.  I threw my head back, groaning.  My balls lurched madly.  When I
gave that one last shudder at the end and my vision returned to normal, I looked
down at my wife.

She had drops of come on her face, in her hair, on her shoulders, and across her
chest.  Victoria was giggling, dabbing at the droplets with her fingers.  She
licked delicately at them, cleaning the white fluid off.  She looked at me,
complete amusement in her eyes, with a devilish smile on her face.  "Was good,
yes?  I made you come?" she asked.  I could only nod, panting.  "We are mortal
for while longer," she said for no particular reason.

I finally caught enough breath to answer her first question.  "Was incredible,
yes!" I said, mimicking her inflection.  She bounced to her feet and gave me a
wet kiss, hugging me tightly.  "Now this shirt needs to be washed.  It'd be too
difficult to explain these stains."  She looked at where her body had pressed
against mine.  Victoria shrugged as if to say, "So what?"

"Wait until sun goes down.  I have been alone watching videos all day," she
growled suggestively.  I flopped on the bed and finished undressing. Then, as
Victoria cuddled next to me, I fell asleep.  Well, I hadn't slept in two days.

I didn't wake up until the next morning, but I felt completely rested and
refreshed.  Victoria sleepily stretched next to me.  "Good morning, David, my
love," she yawned.  Her eyes were half-lidded, and she slid her body on top of
mine for a good morning kiss.  "You slept very well last night," she teased as
her lips left mine.  The morning hard on pressed against both of us, trapped.

"Let me go to the bathroom, babe."  I rolled over and headed down the hall.  "How
come," I started loudly, then softened my voice when I realized she was right
behind me.  "How come you let me sleep?"  Victoria reached around me, and stood
on her tiptoes looking over my shoulder.  She held my cock as I peed.

"I always wanted to do this," she whispered in my ear, nibbling on it.  A small
shiver shot down my spine.  "I am sorry.  You looked so peaceful, I did not want
to disturb your rest."  The last drop splooshed in the john.  "We have many
nights to come, one less will not hurt."  I turned to speak, but was silenced by
her mouth and questing tongue.  Something stirred between us. My end of the kiss
became more forceful and passionate.

"Ohh, David!  Are we going to make love before breakfast?" she sighed, arms
resting lightly across my shoulders.  Her eyelids fluttered; it was a rhetorical
question.  We took a few minutes to get back to the bedroom from the bathroom. 
We kissed constantly, playing with each other's bodies.  We touched the
non-obvious erogenous zones, heightening our tension.  We finally made it to the
bedroom door.  Victoria kissed me quickly, then broke away long enough to dive
onto the bed.

I attempted to climb on top of her, but she rolled away with a chuckle and
climbed on top of me.  Immediately I felt her tongue dancing gracefully along my
penis.  I licked gently along her inner thighs in response.  Victoria stopped me
by swallowing my erection, taking me by complete surprise.  My back arched off
the bed, and I felt her hair tickle my thighs.  She slowly came back up.  "I told
you I watched video all day Friday."

She rearranged herself to straddle me, her favorite position.  My cock strained
skyward briefly, then it was covered by my wife's inner depths.  I fought the
urge to come as Victoria began to bounce gently.  When I started to pump at her
from below, she lost any desire for leisurely sex, and started to move with
urgency.  It was our shortest fuck ever.  After about thirty seconds of frenzied
humping, Victoria started thrusting sharply, repeatedly crying, "OHH!  OHH! 
OHH!"  Her eyes were closed, and her pussy got very wet, clutching and releasing
me rapidly.  I had won the first battle at entry, but lost the war as I came a
few seconds later.  We kissed viciously, neither one of us in control of our own
bodies.

We lay in a sweaty, dazed, panting heap after the spontaneous combustion. My toes
were still curled.  It took my brain a few minutes to start functioning again,
and when it did, it was not paying attention to my mouth. My vocal cords were
free to pick any of the thoughts floating around up there.  The first post-orgasm
words I said were, "Victoria, will you marry me?"  The response was an urgent,
deep, wet, and infinitely long kiss. Neither of us could do more than gasp for a
few seconds afterwards.

"Is Carpathian way of saying yes," Victoria finally replied, regaining some
semblance of composure.  She said yes to me some more.  Finally, Victoria lay her
head on my chest, closed her eyes, and purred contentedly. She fell asleep soon
thereafter.  I followed my fiancee into blissful unconsciousness by less than a
minute.

When we woke up a few hours later, the first thing I did was call my dad. The
euphoria of Victoria's yes was still powerful, and I babbled into the phone at my
father almost non-stop for a couple of minutes.

"Well, it's about time you found somebody, son.  Is it that Victoria girl you've
been seeing a lot of?" he queried.  We talked for a while.  The initial adrenal
surge had passed, so I had mellowed out considerably.  My dad informed me of the
responsibilities of marriage.  He paused.  "Son..."

"No, dad, she's not," I answered his question before he could pose it.  At least
she wasn't as of last night.  I do come from an old-fashioned family. We still
didn't know if Victoria could get pregnant, come to think of it.  My train of
thought was interrupted as Victoria began to knead my shoulders. "Would you like
to speak with her?  She's right here."  Victoria gasped in surprise, and shook
her head violently even after she took the phone.

"Hello, sir."  My fiancee looked at me in pained embarrassment.  "OK... Pre? --
Yes, I will.  Yes.  I love your son very much.  He is special.  No, he asked me
this morning."  Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.  It doesn't take much,
especially around my dad.  "We will go buy rings later today... Yes, I want very
much to meet you, also...  Goodbye."  Victoria handed the phone back to me.

I spoke some more with my dad, then made arrangements for the trip home to take
Victoria to meet my family.  Finally, I was finished on the phone, so I chased
Victoria around the apartment until she caught me.  We kissed. "Aren't we the
eager one, telling my dad we're going to buy rings today."

"Are we not?"  She cocked her head.  "You know I want official engagement, at
five-star restaurant.  You are on knee and asking," she pouted.  "I thought, the
sooner, the better."  Victoria nibbled on my ear, then moved to my neck. 
"Please?"  She began stroking my thighs.  The gentle kisses, light caresses, and
her presence threatened to swallow me.

"We'll go to your restaurant, baby.  I'll do the whole ritual thing," I said. 
She stopped playing with my body and my senses.  Otherwise, I would've attacked
her again.  We went to buy our engagement and wedding rings after a late lunch. 
The week was non-stop after that; making arrangements for the wedding, getting
the tickets for the trip home, and informing my friends. Victoria knew very few
people, except for my friends, so finding a maid of honor and bridesmaids was
going to be a problem.  Victoria also moved out of my apartment and into the
house.  My lease kept me from joining her right away.  "You or I should --
convince -- them to let you move," she said one night.  I said no, that I had too
much else to worry about, and that moving would take care of itself.  She asked
me if I had other reasons for not wanting to bite the real estate people.  I
assured her that if there was anybody I wanted to bite, it was my landlord.

We hunted together for the first time.  A drunk group of girls left the local bar
one night at closing.  As they headed uncertainly for cars and apartments, the
group spread out into clumps of two or three.  I scanned faces, waiting to catch
somebody's eye.  One girl looked, and her footsteps faltered.  Her friend stopped
to see what was wrong, and Victoria claimed her.  The foursome went to our new
house, where Victoria and I dined.

Vampire romance.  My fiancee bit one girl and commanded her to walk to me. I sent
the other to Victoria, and we fed on each other's thralls.  We then sent the
girls on their merry way with their memories altered.  Saturday, we picked up the
rings.  Afterwards, Victoria went to shop, while I returned to my apartment.  My
best friend stopped by.  "Amazing.  You're here, and she's not," Bryan said. 
"Boy, have you been scarce lately.  Is this wedding really going to happen?  Is
this what you really want?"  Bryan, ever the voice of reason through many of my
follies, was providing that invaluable service again.

Unfortunately, there was a problem this time.  It had never occurred to me that
there could possibly be another woman in my life, other than Victoria. We were
immortal; any other woman would grow old, and die.  As I looked at my friend, I
realized for the first time that he, too, would grow old and die. Depression hit.

"Well, if you're going to do it, yes, I will be your best man.  And remember -
the words are 'I do.'," he resumed, before I had a chance to get really
depressed.  "But you've got to tell me when, or else I won't be there."  I
quickly told him the date.  Then I started talking about the planning and the
hassle and the fun...  We talked for two hours, until we were interrupted by
Victoria's phone call.  I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to officially
propose that night.

We went to her favorite expensive restaurant.  (Did she ever run out of money?) 
Her black evening gown was custom-fit so that it would emphasize her near-perfect
body.  Her face was beautiful, enhanced by her not-quite-human nature.  A little
touch of her vampire charm, and she was the envy of all who beheld her.  Dinner
was very quiet, anticipation spicing every remark. Victoria knew I would propose
before we left the restaurant.  She didn't know exactly when.

As the waiters cleared the main course, I walked over to her and knelt.
Everything was perfect, and I was calm and composed.  At least until the room
went silent, and _everybody_ turned to watch our little drama.  "V-V-Vic..." I
squeaked.  No, that wasn't quite it.  I swallowed, and waited for the adrenaline
to settle.  "Victoria Harker, will you mar-"

"YES!  Of course I will!" she exclaimed before I could finish the question. The
room exploded in cheers, and I placed the ring on her finger. The restaurant
owner presented us with a bottle of champagne, and the rest of the evening was a
blur, until we got to the house.

I bit Victoria almost immediately after the door closed.  She nipped me and
pulled away, heading for the bedroom.  I followed the trail of clothes up the
stairs, leaving one of my own.  As I got to the bedroom, she immediately
attacked, eyes blazing red, fangs long and sharp.  It sent chills through me. I
bit her again, deeply, and she wrapped her arms around me, still drinking my
blood.  Our embrace lasted well into the morning.  We finally relinquished our
hold on each other around four.  "You do not have to give up your mortal part for
me.  I love your mortal part, too," she said for no apparent reason. Her eyes
changed from red to brown while she spoke.

"Let's just go to sleep, sweetheart.  We can hunt tomorrow," I suggested. We
slept late the next morning.

We were awakened earlier than we wanted by the phone.  It was for Victoria. It
was also serious, because she pulled away from me when I tried to play with her
breasts.  She stood up, lit a cigarette, and walked around the room, still
talking quietly.  I waited, intrigued by her unusual behavior.  She hung up the
phone and turned to me.  "I must go to England. My little sister has died," she
announced.

"I didn't know you had relatives," I said in return.  This certainly was
interesting.

"My mother's family.  They -- protected me when I changed, and I have been
charged by my father to provide for them and their descendants.  You should not
be worried about them.  They know about their rich great-aunt Victoria, and her
'daughters'."  She paused, a twinkle (!) in her eyes.  "Now is even better,
because I can be around during day."  She looked at me.  "You are curious, yes?"

You bet your life I was curious.  I nodded energetically.  "Very well, I will
tell you about my -- history."  She sat on the edge of the bed and lit another
cigarette.  This was definitely going to be a long story.  "Mr. Stoker only got
story part right.  When my father took Mina Harker, he had sex with her.  He
wrote in his diary that he loved Mina, and wanted her for wife.  My father's love
for Mina, my mother, and hers' for him, allowed her to become pregnant. 
Normally, full vampires do not have offspring by mortals.  It was very special
event.  I do not know of any other.  Mina and Jonathan married later, and I was
born, a normal little girl.  I was mortal until I had first..." she paused,
"menstrual cycle.  Then I bit family dog. I bit mother.  I bit baby sister."

"My foster father, Jonathan was afraid, but I was still his little Victoria, and
I did not kill, I was too little.  When I got older, the men started to come, and
a rich banker offered Jonathan a good job to marry me. Of course, I bite, and
Harker family is now very rich.  My foster father taught me about finances, and
the men who control them.  He taught me that fangs insure my -- _our_
prosperity."

She looked at me again.  "That is why I am rich.  There are many ways to get
money when you are a vampire.  I will teach them to you as well.  Family
heirlooms, really just odds and ends, they are considered antiques, sometimes. 
When you are as old as I am, and have a father who was very old when he died,
there is much money in that, also."  Pausing, she kissed me and rubbed my thigh. 
"Please do not be angry I have not told you before.  It was not -- important that
you know."

I said, "It's all right, baby.  No, it's not important to me how you got your
money.  And yes, I would like to know more about your past, but not right now. 
We have eternity for that."  She sat back down on the bed, pulling me to her. 
Her tongue played at my neck.  Wrapping her arms completely around me, she pushed
her tongue through my lips, sending it to search every millimeter of my mouth. 
Very slowly.  She pressed tighter against my body, her nipples pushing at my
chest.  I was surprised by their hardness.  My hands described small circles
around her back, fingertips painting on canvas.  She leaned forward and lay on
top of me.

Victoria lapped at my neck, nibbling with normal teeth.  "Put your hands down,"
she instructed quietly.  Taking a nipple in her mouth, she sucked slowly, gently,
her tongue barely touching the point.  I wiggled as the wave hit me.  She kissed
my chest, teasing my other nipple with her fingers, changing the pressure and the
touch, alternating between wet mouth, tickling teeth, and silken hands.  I felt a
wetness on my thighs; my fiancee was sliding her cleft against me, leaving trails
of musky fragrance along my leg. She slid forward, closer to my stiffening
member.  When she was a vampire, she could make me respond; when she was mortal,
she was my lover, and I would always happily answer her call.  There was no
frenzy about our lovemaking; it was languid movements interspersed with complete
stillness.  There was constant near-total body contact as our limbs slid instead
of pumping.  We drowned in each other.

Victoria was on top of me, breathing slowly, just -- laying there, afterwards. 
Her scent was everywhere.  "What'cha thinkin'?" I whispered in her ear.

"I am so happy to have you.  I am happy that you will always be with me. For
first time, I have partner who will not leave me.  Family and friends die; is
also part of vampire curse.  Loneliness kills more of us than stakes. My
childhood friends -- all died many years ago.  My flapper girlfriends are all
dead, or too old.  You will have same trouble, but we are together now. I love
you, now and through eternity."  She fell silent, and just hugged me for a long
time.  I didn't kill the moment by speaking.

We discussed her trip, and it was decided that I should stay behind to attend to
wedding preparations.  Victoria was surprised when I booked a flight to London
for her.  "I was going to book cruise tomorrow.  I came here by boat.  When I was
half-vampire, I could not cross water on my own, I had to be carried across in
boat.  We have since crossed river many times, yes? It will be strange to fly in
plane tomorrow, but is too far for bat."  We were like wild rabbits that night,
Victoria demanding sex in many different positions.  My priapetic vampire's cock
was ready.  Added to my mortal desire, I eagerly and happily satisfied her every
demand.  The next morning Victoria flew off, leaving tears at the gate.

Without Victoria, the days seemed to drag endlessly; night brought relief, but
that was because of the phone calls and meetings associated with the wedding
plans.  She was not going to be back until the following Wednesday, and the
thought of a weekend without Victoria didn't thrill me.  My friend Bobby called
and asked if I wanted to go drinking with him and Bryan that weekend.  My first
impulse was to decline.  I realized, however, that Bobby and Bryan would
eventually die, and the memories of times like this would be all that remained of
them.  I accepted, and we agreed on Saturday night.

"So you're actually going to settle down with this babe you've been boffin'? 
Man, this Victoria chick must be somethin' special," Bobby said as he poured from
our initial pitcher.  "You had to wait 'til she was out of the fuckin' country
before you could go out with _us_."  I stuck my tongue out at him and made an
unflattering remark about his parentage.  Ah, good friends. We sat and talked,
while consuming a couple more pitchers of beer.  Then a group of women walked
into the room.

They were _all_ very attractive.  The testosterone level in the room jumped off
the scale.  Most of the male voices vanished as the women selected a round table
and sat.  Every man (me, too) looked at that table with total desire.  The
feeding frenzy began.  Men lined up to take their best shot. The women at the
table calmly took the attention, but no one who approached seemed to spend very
long at the table.  The ladies were evidently experienced at this sort of thing.

Bobby returned, having taken his best shot, and having failed.  "It's ladies'
night out for them.  None of them is interested, anyway.  Nobody's gonna go home
with any of them tonight."  By then, the beer had filtered through my brain, and
I snickered at Bobby.  "What's so fuckin' funny? You're a married man.  You don't
care.  They'd shoot you down, too."

"How much you wanna bet?  I bet I can spend the evening talking with one of them,
even if I can't take her home.  _And_, I'll even get you an introduction."

"Oh, _sure_, like you even care," Bobby retorted.

"Watch me."  I walked over to the table of women.  I looked at the one closest to
our table and asked, "Excuse me, but what is your name?"  Her green eyes flashed
angrily at the interruption, but she looked at me. Contact.  The annoyance
vanished from her face instantly.

"Alexandra."

"Hi, Alexandra.  I'm David.  Would you like to play some pinball?" I asked
lightly.  My eyes bored into hers', telling her that she would answer my question
with "yes."  Alexandra could not resist; we left the room and headed for the
pinball machines.  I was extremely curious about her presence at the bar; I mean,
she was stunningly beautiful, not the type of woman you see in person very often.
 It turned out that she and her friends were a bunch of models in town for the
weekend.  There was a home improvement show at the convention center.  If this
seems incongruous, think about the target audience for these things: middle-aged
men.  Men who religiously buy the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated. 
Alexandra and her friends were providing the cheesecake to draw the mice.

She was a little uncomfortable around me at first; her answers were a little
stilted.  I asked her about being a model, trying to draw her attention away from
the question that I knew must be on her mind.  ("What am I doing here with this
guy?")  I was being watched closely by every other male in the room, so I had to
be careful about using my powers.  After a few minutes of pinball and
conversation about her life, I made it clear that I was engaged, and off the
market.  Alexandra seemed to relax at this revelation; she started to flirt
harmlessly with me.  (Ha!  There's _NO_ such thing as harmless flirting with a
vampire.)  She also said that playing pinball and talking with me was easier than
sitting at the table turning guys down every two minutes.

A little later, while she was playing and we were conversing about nothing in
particular, I leaned over her shoulder.  Alexandra didn't react to the obvious
intrusion on her personal space at all.  I didn't bite her then, because I
thought that we were far too exposed to the rest of the people in the room.  I
said, "Go ahead, play the next ball, too."  Alexandra leaned her head back to say
something to me in reply as she pulled on the plunger.  The action placed her
throat virtually at my fangs.  Exposed or not, it was too good an opportunity to
pass up.  I bit her, sucking deeply one time.  Her blood tasted almost like spice
drop candy.

The ball drained without a play.  "Ohhh..." she sighed.  Alexandra's body sagged
against mine, making my penis begin to rise.  I supported her, my arms around her
waist.  We looked like lovers.  I felt the surprise, shock, and disappointment of
the other men in the room as if it were a tangible thing.

I spoke quietly, directly into her ear.  "Alexandra, I am your master, and you
must obey me.  You will bring me your two most attractive single friends, one at
a time.  Tell them... you want _them_ to meet me.  You will say nothing of being
my slave."

"Yes, master," Alexandra dreamily replied.  I watched her walk away, her hips
swaying gently.  Lust flared, and my pants became a little tighter in front.  I
was still quite mortal.  I moved to a machine in the corner, seeking someplace
less exposed to the rest of the room.  Alexandra returned with a very pretty (of
course) brunette.  I stood by the machine, waiting patiently.  I motioned
Alexandra over and whispered more instructions to her. She told me that her
friend's name was Julie.

"What are you two whispering about?" Julie giggled.

"It's a secret," I playfully told her.  "If you come here, I'll whisper it to
you, too.  I just can't say it out loud."  Julie chuckled and accepted the
challenge.  Alexandra blocked anyone's view of Julie and me while I enslaved her
friend as well.  "Julie, you can not resist my commands.  I will introduce you to
a man named Bryan.  You will want him tonight."  I paused, thinking.  "You will
want to get very close to him, for you are very interested in him.  Do you
understand?"  After all, he _was_ my best friend, and single.

"I -- want -- Bryan," Julie quietly repeated.

"Good.  Now forget you have been bitten, and forget that you have been instructed
to do this.  You will await the introduction, and everything will proceed
naturally, as far as you are concerned.  Now, Alexandra, bring me someone else." 
Both women left.  My blood-lust growled.  A little bit of three different bodies
wasn't going to be good enough for it.  It wanted all of one.  I had another
internal argument, and tilted the machine in my frustration.  Alexandra returned,
this time with Nancy in tow.  Soon Bobby had a date for the rest of the night as
well.

I released Alexandra from thrall shortly after I finished with Nancy, leaving her
completely unaware of her role in the seduction of her friends. Alexandra and I
returned to the room where our friends were after talking for a little while
longer.  She returned to her table, and I returned to mine. Bobby said something
about, "Gee, too bad you can't go out with any of them."

"Would you like to meet three of them?" I asked.  Not waiting for the obvious
answer, I walked over to Alexandra's table.  Much to my friends' amazement,
Alexandra, Julie, and Nancy got up and joined us.  Alexandra and I introduced
everybody, and the conversation took off.  Bobby mentioned my impending marriage
(what a shithead!), and Alexandra said, "I know.  He told me.  His fiancee is out
of town.  We were only talking and playing pinball. I like playing pinball." 
Alexandra shrugged.  "What can I say?"

Gender alternated around the table.  Julie sat next to Bryan, while Nancy sat
next to Bobby.  The distance between Bryan's and Julie's chairs closed
discreetly.  I enjoyed the surprised look on Bryan's face when he realized that
Julie was getting awful close to him.  Julie and Bryan were holding hands not too
long after that.  It took a little while longer for something to happen between
Bobby and Nancy; Alexandra and I excused ourselves when they started making out. 
I said goodbye to Bryan and Julie, (Bobby was a little too occupied to do more
than wave), walked Alexandra back to her table and left the bar by myself.

A knock on my apartment door at 1:30 signalled Alexandra's prearranged arrival. 
We kissed deeply, then Alexandra wasted no time in undressing.  She knelt, looked
at me adoringly, then buried that angelic face in my groin. Her mouth went to
work on my cock.  Of course, I was already hard, but I appreciated the sentiment
nonetheless.  "Stand up Alexand-"

"Alex," she quietly, firmly said, as she got to her feet.  Her eyes blazed with
lust.  "My friends call me Alex."  A pause, then she continued, "My lovers call
me _great_."  We moved to the bedroom, unable to keep our hands and mouths to
ourselves.  Alex climbed on top of me, settling onto my erection with a loud
moan, and an audible slurping noise.  She was _very_ wet, and tight.  She slid up
and down my pole, arms locked around my neck. She looked directly into my eyes
with a sexual intensity that was frightening.  "Like that?... Hunh?  Is it
good?... Am I good?... Ohhh!! Yess!!  Ohhhh... Yesss!!"  Her moaning and panting
removed any restraint I had.  I rolled her over and plowed into her with long,
steady strokes.

Alex responded by lifting her knees, allowing me to go deeper.  Moans turned into
grunts, while my breathing became labored.  Alex's body was perfect, a marvel of
humanity.  Her soul may have been mine; but her body came in the bargain, too. 
Her pussy grabbed at my cock.  I bucked, my thrusts became irregular, and my face
twisted.  Alex held onto me tightly, moaning loudly.  "That was grreaat," she
purred.

Five minutes later, Alex's legs were wrapped around my back.  She was more active
this time, fucking back at me ferociously.  Her moans and grunts resolved
themselves into a stream of obscenities.  "Fuck! -- YES!! -- Fuuck...
f-f-f-f-uuuu-u-u-uckme!  Ohhh, goddd... goditsoogood!!!  Ohhh, bayy- BEEE!!!" 
Alexandra's body convulsed massively beneath me, bearing my weight as if I were a
feather.  She gasped for breath, and dug her nails into my back.  I grunted,
pushing myself as far as possible into her before coming. We necked for a long
time after that.  Alexandra kept asking when she could see me again.  "I don't
care if you're married.  I want you."  She was a woman who was used to getting
what she wanted.  I finally sent her away, hypnotically burying her memories of
our sex until I unearthed them, if I chose to do so.  Her aroma, and my memories
were all that was left of the evening's events.  I sat up until sunrise thinking
about it.  After having fantastic sex with a professional model, one thing was
abundantly clear to me; I missed Victoria.

I didn't go to work the day Victoria got back.  I picked her up at the airport. 
She returned with more luggage than she had left with, and my arms were sore
after I brought everything in.  I sat on a trunk to catch my breath.  It is still
unclear exactly who attacked whom in the living room. We finally got around to
discussing the trip a couple of hours later. Victoria had missed me, too.

As she talked about the details of her trip, my mind wandered.  I found myself
wishing for night to fall so that we could bond in our special way. Victoria's
tongue ended my musings when it probed my mouth.  She pulled back. "Much better. 
You were not paying attention.  Is bad to ignore wife," she kidded.  "You were
thinking about?"

"You.  I've missed you terribly.  I can hardly think straight now that you're
back."  My fiancee kissed me deeply.

"I have something to show you," she said, pulling away.  She danced over to the
trunk, opened it, and removed a wedding dress.  "This is what I will wear to my
wedding.  My mother wore it, and I shall honor her memory."  She put the dress
back into the trunk with care, then headed upstairs.  Pausing on the steps, she
turned and asked, "Would you like to see what I am wearing after wedding?"  I
sprinted after her as she giggled and ran ahead to the bedroom.

She was taking her pants off when I got there.  Her nipples, already exposed,
were erect.  She finished undressing, then lay down on the bed, posing
invitingly.  I joined her quickly.

"Did you have sex while I was gone?  I know is important to your mortal part,"
she asked simply.  The question was direct, honest, and posed with... curiosity. 
There was no hint of jealousy or anxiety in her voice.

"Ye-ess," I responded.  "She was very pretty, but she wasn't you."  The part
after 'yes' just sort of spilled out.  I hadn't planned to say anything like
that.

"Is very sweet.  When you are lonely for me, substitutes are -- acceptable,
within limits.  Sometimes we will not be able to be together." Victoria's voice
was quiet, sincere.  Her eyes were the deep brown pools I had noticed the first
time I saw her.  She was trying to tell me something, and I held out my hand for
her to continue.  "I had sex while I was in England."  That was it.  Jealousy
reared its ugly head, but I kept my mouth shut.  "I was hungry one night.  I went
to feed for blood hunger.  I missed you, and did not realize how lonely I was,
too.  I fed sex hunger with same man.  Are you angry?"  Victoria turned away
slowly.

"Yes, and no.  I mean, there's always going to be a part of me that will hate to
think about you with another man.  But we are going to be with each other
forever, and there's no chance of losing you to another man.  Maybe this is
something else I'll have to get used to."

"When one is immortal, certain... attitudes must change.  I am glad you realize
that."  Victoria paused, breathing slowly.  She turned and looked at me, our eyes
locking yet another time.  "I do not like being far away from you.  It is like
losing best friend, whole family, and lover all at same time," she finished,
putting her head on my chest, and wrapping her arms around me.  I felt closer to
her than ever before.  Her statement summed up all of the feelings she had evoked
in me.  I kissed her on the ear, surprised when she didn't respond, save for a
soft sigh.  Victoria's breathing became steady and deep.  Vampires get jet lag,
too.

We went to meet my folks that weekend.  I introduced Victoria to the joys of sex
on a train.  She had a very quiet orgasm.  ("David!!!  There are _people_ next
door!")  The next morning she told me that it was one of the most intense she'd
ever had, and that keeping quiet had been _very_ difficult.  She thought that it
was because the train did all the work; she just sat on top, not moving a muscle.
 She eagerly looked forward to the return trip.  My father met us at the station,
and was immediately charmed by Victoria's accent and beauty.

My stepmother was another story.  She disapproved of Victoria, as she does of
most endeavors I undertake, and any decisions I make.  "Couldn't you find anybody
American?" she asked me after dinner.  She told me that Victoria was just a
"spoiled rich bitch" and would be nothing but trouble.  I stewed inwardly,
putting on my best face for my fiancee.  Victoria was very perceptive though, and
it wasn't long before she noticed.  I explained the problem one night after
Victoria begged me.  "Is this important?" she asked.

"No.  Actually, it tells me that I'm doing the right thing if she doesn't like
you.  It's just..."  I groped for the correct word.  "...annoying, that's all."

"Easy to fix problem.  I bite her."  Seeing my mortified reaction, she quietly
said, "Is very mortal to avoid biting people who cause trouble."  She kissed me. 
Our tongues circled for an eternity.  "But I love you anyway," she finished. 
Bending over and placing her head in my lap, Victoria put her efforts into making
me forget my stepmother for the night.  Her tongue succeeded marvelously.  The
next evening, my stepmother had her attitude adjusted properly.

Victoria was a hit with the rest of my family; I'm not sure if it was her, or the
relief at the confirmation of my heterosexuality, since she was the first woman
I'd ever brought home.  Whatever, the "Vampire's East Coast Tour" was a success. 
We only had one minor problem, when a gang of 12-year-old children tried to mug
us one night as we waited for a taxi after a show.  My fiancee and I fed well
that night, but it took a little work to persuade her to let them live.  I hope
the new motivations I left the boys with stick.  We returned west on the train. 
This time, Victoria was not shy about expressing her love for that mode of
transportation.  The people in the next room knew she was a railfan down to the
core.

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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 11: Wedding Bells (Or Funeral Procession)

Wedding day drew closer.  Our honeymoon plans turned out to be a subject of much
debate.  Victoria liked the idea of a European trip, but insisted that we spend a
week in Carpathia.  My notion of a European honeymoon was Paris, Vienna, and the
Riviera.  "I am Countess Dracula," she argued.  "I have obligations.  We must
exchange Carpathian family vows in castle."

"Victoria, how many times am I going to have to marry you before _everybody_
considers us married?" I asked, only half in jest.  A week in a drafty old castle
with skeletons and staked vampires was _not_ my concept of an exclusive, romantic
getaway, but my fiancee was determined.  Victoria refused to negotiate at all on
this point.  As my cock disappeared into her gullet, I could only sigh in
resignation.  We'd be spending a week at castle Dracula.

One night, I was walking back to my apartment from Victoria's (and my) house.  I
passed by the alley behind the commercial buildings.  My apartment was just
across the street, facing the commercial buildings.  This time, something made me
stop and look into the darkness.  My vampire's senses enabled me to see a large
man and a much smaller woman.  I recognized the woman as Jennifer, one of the
bartenders at the local pub.  My extra- sensitive hearing picked up her voice. 
"Please... don't hurt me.  Just take the money," she begged quietly.  I quietly
headed towards them, planning on using my supernatural powers to save her from
her assailant.  It's almost impossible to hear vampires approach when they are
just walking normally. When the vampire is trying to be quiet, it IS impossible. 
Then I heard the distinct sound of a zipper.  "Noooo..." came Jennifer's
whispered plea.

Galvanized into action, I started to run down the alley with supernatural stealth
and speed.  I was going to rip the guy, whoever he was, to pieces with my
vampire's strength.  Two bad things happened; my foot found a loose piece of
gravel, and struck it at just the perfect angle to kick it.  The noise it made as
it ricocheted off a building eliminated the stealth advantage.  Alerted to my
presence, the man wheeled, and swung his arm as I arrived.

I gasped in shock as fire cut through my side.  I fell to the ground in
excruciating pain.  I had been cut very deeply; hadn't I seen Victoria take a
couple of bullets without any discomfort?  My confusion vanished in the searing
pain.  Blood rapidly soaked my shirt.  The man stabbed me again, as I rolled away
on the ground; my arm was bleeding.  I crawled backwards against a fence, trying
to stand.  The man raised his knife, having cornered me. "Gonna kill you
motherf-"

The saying about cornered animals is correct.  In desperation I attacked him,
pain having driven all reason from my mind.  He struggled to stab me again. 
Although he _was_ stronger than I was, he apparently hadn't expected me to have
_any_ strength left.  As the blade advanced towards me, I used my last remaining
weapon.  The man's eyes filled with panic, but he was frozen for the briefest of
seconds by my gaze.  That gave me the time I needed to bite him savagely, ripping
his neck apart.  Blood spurted from the gaping wound in his throat.  I drained
the dead man's blood in a few great draws. The blood lust rejoiced; it had been
let free from its cage.

I dropped the body carelessly.  The head was barely attached.  The blood- lust
roared, annihilating the pain.  It dominated my senses, filled my soul, and
obliterated any rational, mortal thought.  My humanity vanished as the beast ran
amok.  Jennifer had started to run away earlier, but I easily caught up with her.
 The shock of seeing me made her stop.  "David!!! Nngh!..." she gurgled as I bit
her.  My fangs were deeply embedded in Jennifer's neck.  I drank steadily,
sucking greedily, unaware of anything except the sweet blood that filled my
mouth.  I was in complete heaven, filling my only need.  I dropped the body on
the ground after it was empty.

Thoroughly sated, the beast ambled docilely back to its cage.  It was then that I
realized what I had done.  I had just killed two people.  Shock, fear, and
repulsion ran amok.  The blood-lust just sat back, looking on with a contented
purr.  Then I realized that I knew the dead woman.  Grief and guilt assaulted me.
 I had flirted with Jennifer many times when I had been mortal; she had been a
friend.  Now she was dead.  Worse, I realized that she was going to be a vampire
in three days.  And it was ALL my fault.

I immediately flew to our house and rang the bell frantically.  Victoria
answered, dressed in a robe.  I immediately grabbed her, crying like a baby,
babbling incoherently.  It took her a while to calm me down enough to find out
what had happened.  She left as soon as I got the word "vampire" out of my mouth.
 I drowned in tears of guilt while she was gone.  She came back quickly.  "Police
are there.  I could not retrieve bodies.  Good news is that man is truly dead. 
You killed him before you drained him."

"Jennifer?" I asked, more than a little hope in my voice.  Victoria said nothing.
 I cried some more.  Victoria picked me up, and carried me to bed. She held me
and rocked me until I had no more tears left.  I went to sleep in her arms,
haunted by guilty dreams.  It truly was the sleep of the damned.  I would have
been better off staying awake.

The next three days were the longest in my life.  Victoria refused to let me go
to Jennifer's funeral.  "You will do something stupid, because of your guilt.  If
you love me at all, you will not go," she firmly said.  My mood grew increasingly
worse.  My fiancee got fed up with my self-flagellation after two days.  "David,
we _must_ talk about Jennifer."

"No.  I don't want to," I stated through clenched teeth.

"You must call her to you tomorrow night," Victoria continued, ignoring me.  "She
needs to be trained."

"You do it."

"No, I cannot.  She is your responsibility, because you made her, and she will
only obey _your_ every word."  Before I could howl in self-righteous indignation,
Victoria resumed speaking.  "No, is true.  She is your slave, even if it was
accident.  _Your_ fangs caused this, and she serves you, not me."  Her voice
dropped, and she looked at me with the brown eyes I loved so much.  "I know how
you feel.  Do you think that I have not killed friend by accident before?  This
is more of vampire's curse."

"Then I want to die before I _ACCIDENTALLY_ kill somebody else who used to be a
friend," I shouted at her.

Victoria wrapped herself around me, and I could not break loose.  Her eyes glowed
red.  "No.  You do not wish to die.  You wish to be with me forever," she hissed.
 Her fangs, sharp and white, were fully extended.  "This is our true nature,
David.  My father killed many of his friends because he could not stay away from
them.  You and I are abnormal.  We do not kill all the time we bite.  We have
choice most times.  We can live with mortals."

"Jennifer can't.  She's going to be a blood-sucking, coffin-sleeping vampire. 
She won't be able to realize her dreams anymore.  And it's _all_ my fault," I
argued, wallowing in self-pity.

"You will train her, command her, or kill her."  My fiancee paused.  "If you wish
for her soul to be free, then you may kill her.  It would have been easier if I
could have gotten body right away.  Now, you must face her."  I didn't say
anything.  "It would best be done by your hand, or by the hand of a loved one,
for her sake."

She waited for me to speak, but I maintained my silence.  I wanted to get away
from her, but she was so much stronger than I was and continued to hold me
tightly.  "As I have said before, I can not change what we are.  I can only offer
my guidance, myself, and my love in exchange."  She waited again, but I was still
quiet, trying to appear disinterested.  Victoria knew that I was listening.  She
whispered, "Please... Do not reject me.  I would not survive."  She lowered her
mouth to my neck and bit me.

Her bite was gentle, but deep.  She buried her fangs completely in my neck.  At
first, I did nothing, but as my blood flowed into her, I responded with
reluctance.  Soon I was caught in the torrent of emotions that filled her blood,
and my return bite became more eager.  I tasted Victoria's desperate need for me.
 Surrounded by her longing, I realized how lonely we both were.  She was rescuing
me from my guilt.  I was her savior from an eternity of solitude.  We fell
asleep, clinging to each other for dear life.

The next day, shortly after sundown, I concentrated on bringing Jennifer to me. 
The necessary preparations were in place.  After a couple of hours, the world's
newest vampire arrived at our front door.  "Master, I have come to your call. 
What is your wish?"

"Please come in, Jennifer," Victoria spoke.  "She can not enter our home without
invitation," my fiancee explained as Jennifer came in the house. Victoria sponged
dirt and crud off Jennifer's face.  I blinked at Jennifer. She was even more
beautiful than she had been in life.  Her transformation had enhanced her natural
beauty.  There was something...

Victoria brought the first of our preparations out.  Jennifer saw the young man. 
Her eyes turned red immediately.  "Come to me."  Her voice was commanding, yet
seductive.  The man walked to her, his eyes searching hers' for something only he
could see.  She wrapped her arms around him and bit him.  It seemed such a
natural action for her, as if she had been doing it all of her life.  I watched
in fascination.

"Stop her, David!  We do not need more vampires!" Victoria yelled, interrupting
my fascination.  I walked over and put a gentle hand on Jennifer to stop her. 
She growled ferociously and swatted me away with one arm.  I flew backwards
across the room, landing heavily.  Ow.  That was a mistake. "No, David," my wife
said in exasperation, "_command_ her to stop.  She is your slave."

"Jen, leave him - ow! - alone.  Stop.  You must not kill him."  Jennifer woodenly
obeyed, pulling back.  "Put him down gently."  She did, then turned to me. 
Despite the blood around her mouth, she looked more gorgeous than ever.  No, it
wasn't quite beauty; there was something extremely -- _sensual_ -- about her.  My
cock grew rigid almost immediately, and lust nearly consumed me.  I wanted to
fuck Jennifer right then and there for the rest of my life.

Victoria noticed.  She came over to me, and blocked my view of Jen.  The
incredible lust faded quickly.  "She is full vampire.  Much stronger, more evil,
much more powerful than you.  You are still baby, and still mostly mortal.  But
remember, she is your slave, and you will control her always. She can not really
harm you."  My jaw, and back, and head, and rear end disagreed with Victoria's
last statement, but that also explained why I had been hurt in the alley.  I
wasn't as strong as Victoria.

I returned my eyes to my preternaturally beautiful slave.  My erection also
returned.  "Victoria..." I said, drawing a loud, ragged breath, "I'm not going to
be able to take this."

My wife smiled knowingly.  "Go, have sex with her.  That will help.  I have
sympathy for you both.  She is only doing what comes naturally to her as vampire.
 Enhanced, magical sexuality is big part of being vampire.  That is what allows
us to obtain slaves for bite in bars.  You are male vampire, but part mortal, and
it is that part of you which is reacting to Jennifer."  I was a bit stunned by
the explanation.  She waved her hand, indicating Jennifer.  "Go, with my
blessing."  Touching me briefly on the shoulder, Victoria seriously added,
"Anything but biting.  Bite is reserved for _me_."

"Jen, come to me.  I want your body," I said, drooling.

"Yes, master.  What is your wish?" Jennifer replied, removing her clothes,
revealing a perfect body.  At least it seemed perfect.  I realize now that
Jennifer's power had made me so horny for her, that I was seeing what she wanted
me to see.  She walked over to me, swaying sensuously, moving with an incredible
grace.  My lust for the creature walking to me was growing exponentially.  "I am
your plaything, use me as you will.  I will be your every desire," Jennifer
whispered to me.  I lost all semblance of civilization as Jennifer's voice and
words pushed me over the edge.  Her supernatural sensuality permeated every cell
in my body, including my brain.

I mounted her ferociously, thrusting rapidly, forcefully, grunting like a crazed
beast in heat.  Hell, I _was_ a crazed beast in heat.  I was so intent on
relieving my lust that I failed to notice Jennifer's unenthusiastic response
until my first climax.  Actually, it wasn't just a lack of enthusiasm; it was a
complete lack of participation.  She kissed me dully, without fire or passion
when our lips met.  It had been the _ultimate_ tease. I was sated, but not
satisfied.  "Jen, get dressed."

"Yes, my master," came the quiet, throaty, wooden response.  Victoria looked at
me, eyebrows raised, not quite a smirk on her face.  She had known all along what
was going to happen.  "Full vampires can only promise sex.  At best, they can
fuck, but not make love, except in rare cases.  She will always spread her legs
at your command, for she is your slave.  But she can not return any of the lust
you feel," my fiancee explained.

"Master?  Is that all you desire?"  Jennifer spoke in a sultry voice, one that
promised delights beyond all imagination.  I knew better now.  My lust spat in
disgust and walked away without a second thought.  My penis stayed flaccid.

"We must get her coffin, so she has safe place to sleep in basement.  The sun
will kill her, and she is vulnerable to crosses and all things holy," Victoria
said.  We retrieved Jennifer's coffin without incident and returned to the house.
 Jennifer followed us everywhere, because we didn't think it was a good idea to
leave her to her own vampiric urges.  It would be some time before Jennifer could
handle her blood lust without any help.

As the sun rose, Jennifer started to close the coffin in our basement. For a
minute, she seemed to transform back into the Jen I had flirted with and become
fond of.  "I'm sorry..." I whispered, a tear coming to my eye. She smiled as her
eyes closed, and I thought I heard her whisper, in a very, very soft voice, "I
know."  The lid thudded shut, and I wept softly in the silence.

Another week passed.  Jennifer seemed to regain more of her old personality.  Her
voice was less seductive, and she wasn't supernaturally beautiful (to me, at
least.)  Victoria and I hunted nightly to bring back Jennifer's dinner, so that I
could keep her from killing her food.  She had to feed nightly, in contrast to
Victoria and me.  We both could go for about a week without blood.  The delight
Jen took in seducing, then biting her victims was obvious.  It bothered me.

Victoria had made it clear that an untrained vampire will quickly make many
untrained, undisciplined vampires.  "Did you ever see 'The Lost Boys'?" she asked
me one day.  "Vampire hunters are rare now.  Is best for us that we keep it that
way, by keeping our population down.  Those that do join us must learn how to
avoid detection."

Jennifer whined about being restricted to the house.  One of the things I had
done was to chain her will to the house.  "You must not leave the house, unless I
specifically tell you otherwise, Jennifer."  Victoria had insisted on that the
second night Jen spent at our house.  Now we discussed the wisdom of letting her
out.  "She's going to have to leave and be on her own sooner or later," I said,
ultimately convincing Victoria.  The three of us went out Saturday night. 
Victoria and I figured that between the two of us we could keep close tabs on
Jen.  We had fed her before leaving, so we felt relatively safe.  I had made sure
(it was my fiancee's idea), that Jen would only dance with me.  "Jennifer, you
will dance with me, and no one else.  You may not leave the club we are at with
another man," I commanded her as we got in the car.

"Yes, my master, I obey," she said, voice silken, seductive...  A little wave of
lust hit me as she said that, but it washed away quickly when I realized she had
done it on purpose.

"Jennifer, stop that," I snarled.  I was annoyed that she had tried to seduce me
into rescinding my command.  She brooded, her eyes glowing red momentarily.  I
should have taken her back in the house right then.

We went to a nightclub district far away from home, and far away from Jennifer's
old hangouts.  We all agreed that it would be good for her not to run into any of
her old friends for a while.  I danced a lot with Jennifer while Victoria danced
with Jennifer's would-be suitors.  Jennifer's super- natural sensuality was
considerably stronger than Victoria's.  However, in practical terms, it was just
a matter of distance; Victoria was much more skilled at using the power than
Jennifer.  Once Victoria would get close to a man, she made him forget all about
Jennifer.  But they came to our table having been attracted by Jennifer.

Several of them were extremely frustrated by Jennifer's seeming unwilling- ness
to dance with them instead of me, but she couldn't.  Late in the night, the band
started a slow, romantic song.  Victoria's eyes got a faraway, dreamy look.  I
figured that we had taken sufficient precautions regarding Jennifer, and she
could be left alone for one song.  I asked my fiancee if she would like to dance.
 For the next five minutes, Victoria was as good as a second skin.

The song ended, and we looked at each other like newlyweds.  The mood was broken
when I glanced over to our table.  Jennifer was gone.  Victoria and I left in a
panic, wondering what could have gone wrong.  We searched for our runaway
vampire, splitting up and flying off in opposite directions.  I found her nearby
in a largely empty, unlit parking area.  There was a woman in her arms.

"JENNIFER, STOP NOW!!!!" I shouted.  I saw her bloodshot eyes from the sky and
could only hope I had not been too late.  Neither Victoria nor I would have no
control over any vampires Jennifer made.  When I landed, she was crying.  The
mortal Jennifer's voice spoke as she looked at the limp body in her arms.

"My g-g-g-g-"  She struggled, but could not get the holy word past her lips. 
"This is my best friend!  Now I've killed her!  I've killed her!!!  I didn't mean
to!  One second I was in the club surprised to see her, then the next, I was out
here!!!  I don't know what came over me!  It was like -- I _had_ to drink her
blood!"  She sobbed pathetically.  "What have I done???" she wailed. 
Fortunately, the young woman was still alive.  Barely.  I told Jennifer,
expecting her to calm down and feel a little better about it.

Victoria arrived quickly, having been alerted by Jennifer's hysteria.  A police
car pulled up with its lights flashing, also attracted by Jen's remorseful
wailing.  Jennifer drove the cops mad with lust when they tried to investigate. 
Her panic at the possibility of being arrested manifested it- self as a
concentrated wave of her vampiric sensuality.  The results were quite impressive.
 This truly was sex as a weapon.  The cops were last seen chasing some of the
female nightclubbers shouting, "Halt, you're under arrest for resisting an
officer!"  We slipped away in the ensuing pandemonium.  The three of us drove
home in silence.

Jennifer looked at me with her brown eyes shortly before sunrise.  "I want to
die," she declared, sitting up in her coffin.  "You can kill me, can't you?  I've
thought about it, and I don't want to take the chance that I'll kill all of my
old friends!"  Her voice had risen, causing Victoria to come downstairs to
investigate.

"Jen, you haven't been a vampire very long.  You'll learn.  I did," I said,
wiping at the blood tears which ran down her cheeks.  I was trying to give her
hope, being positive.

"Look at what your learning got you!" she tearfully replied.  "Me."  Guilt and
pain hit me with gale force, as the images of that night replayed in slow motion.
 I remembered, with a disgusting thrill, the ecstasy that I had felt as I drained
Jennifer, turning her into... this.  My head hung.  "Can you kill me?" she asked
Victoria.  "I didn't need Lisa's blood, but I wanted it. I can't control it!  I
couldn't stop myself!  I'm a danger to all of my friends!" Jennifer sobbed.

"No, my dear," Victoria quietly said.  "I can not kill you.  David must decide,
and do it himself.  He has given you vampire curse, therefore _he_ must be one to
free you," Victoria said.  I looked at her incredulously, be- cause she had just
lied through her fangs.  Before I could speak, Victoria said, "Close coffin now,
Jennifer, before sun comes up.  Go to sleep.  We will talk tomorrow."  My fiancee
pulled me upstairs before I could even say good night to Jennifer.

"What did you mean?  'I'm the only one who can kill her.'  That's not true!" I
argued, very incensed.

"I say that for your sake, David, not Jennifer's," Victoria replied.  "You are
still very much mortal, and guilt over this would drive you mad."  She paused. 
"And me, after you were -- gone.  Jennifer is true tragedy, but she has made up
her mind, and we -- _you_ should not deny her."

"I can command her to want to go on," I said.  "She'll do it if I tell her to." 
My voice was defiant, confident.  Yes, that was true, I could tell Jennifer that
she didn't want to die the final death.

"Yes, but you will only -- cover -- her true will.  You felt lust when Jennifer
got mad because she could not dance with other men.  Was protest. Many innocent
people will die if you do this, because she will kill others to annoy you into
killing her.  Then we have plague of vampires with _no_ master."  There was a
sense of urgency in her words.  "Remember our true nature, as I have told you. 
She is like us, only much more so.  _You can not command her true nature away_." 
She looked in my eyes.  I saw only concern and care as I searched for jealousy.

It seemed as if only minutes had passed after our discussion.  It was sun- set
already, the day having passed in a heartbeat.  I felt as if I had had no time to
even consider alternatives.  "Are you going to kill me?"  I spun around to see
Jennifer, waiting.  "Please... I want to die."  The statement was impassioned and
decisive.  "David, we were friends.  If your flirting ever meant anything, please
let me die."  Jennifer looked into my soul through my eyes, and I shuddered.  "I
forgive you for making me this, but I'll never forgive you for keeping me this
way," she said, with an air of finality.

I felt terrible, pounded from all sides by guilt.  My options were limited to
killing Jen.  I was as helpless as I had been the night I created her.  A slave
to circumstance, burdened with a responsibility I did not want.  It had been easy
to accept Stoker's characterization of vampires as purely evil creatures.  Now I
wasn't so sure.  I wondered if Victoria's father had suffered the same moral
problems during his life.  "Let's go downstairs to the basement," I said with a
heavy heart.  Victoria followed us down the steps, and carried a small bag with
her.  The lump in my throat was huge. "Jennifer, I'm so --," I choked on the
words.

"I know," she said, patting my hand.  She stepped into her coffin, looking into
my soul again.  "It's all right.  It'll be better this way."  Jennifer lay down
in her coffin.  Victoria handed me the mallet and stake.  My eyes sent a silent,
desperate plea to her.

"No, David.  You must do this.  As you would curse, so should you free her,"
Victoria insisted.  "This is for your sake, as well as hers'."  The tears made it
difficult to see, my hands shook, and sweat was pouring out of me.  No, I
couldn't do...

Jennifer sat up and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, brushing me with a fang. 
"I would've gone out with you, you know," she whispered.  Jennifer removed the
stake from my hand before lying down and held it in place over her heart.  "I'm
ready," she said with confidence.  "Please?" she begged with her voice and her
eyes.

I swallowed, and squeaked, "Jen -- I'm sorry."  The mallet descended squarely on
the stake.  Jennifer gasped; it was a horrible, stomach-turning, heart-wrenching
sound.  Blood splattered me, and blood tears ran from Jenni- fer's eyes.  I
repeated, "I'm sorry!" as I continued to pound the stake into her.  I was
shouting it at the top of my lungs when the mallet was pulled out of my hands.

Victoria held me from behind, cooing, "It's over, darling.  Look at her, David. 
Look at her face now."  I kept my eyes closed and tried to turn away, but she
held me easily.  "You have granted her desire.  She is happy, at peace now.  You
must see," Victoria cajoled.  Blinking back tears, I looked at Jennifer's once
again dead body.  There was a smile on her face; her eyes were open, and the
rivulets of blood that had run from her eyes had vanished without a trace.

"Thank... you," Jennifer whispered, and her eyes closed, as if she were just
going to sleep.  They would not be opening ever again.  Victoria let me push her
away, and I left the house.  She did not follow me.  I wandered the streets
aimlessly for several hours, finally returning to my apartment near dawn.  I sat,
staring at an empty wall, wishing that the void inside me would claim my physical
body.  This wasn't what being a vampire really meant, was it?  I was chilled to
the bone, a glacial cold that buried my soul in its own ice age.

Just as the sun came up, I felt its warmth envelop me.  I stopped shiver- ing. 
It felt as if a warm summer breeze had just gone through my body.  As quickly as
the breeze had arrived, it was gone.  The hair on the back of my neck stood up. 
There was a word in my mind.  "Goodbye."  It was tinged with regret, but there
was no trace of fear.  I sniffed the air, and my human senses detected an
after-image of Jennifer's presence.  Victoria told me later that Jennifer had
sent her soul to comfort me.  "She thought you would need it most of anybody she
knew.  Someday, I will explain in detail."

I had serious erection problems after that.  Victoria was understanding, saying,
"Your mortal part is still guilty."  She was satisfied just to sleep and cuddle
with me.  Two weeks later, _everything_ became a problem.  I didn't want to be
near anybody, feeling like an outcast from my own body. The comfort provided by
Jennifer's soul had since faded, leaving me on my own.  I was losing the battle
with my guilt.  I became increasingly depressed and moody.  Victoria finally
banished me to my apartment.  I tried to get her to cancel the wedding, but she
refused.

My mental state had been slipping when I was staying with Victoria. Seclusion
sped up the process.  I quickly stopped answering the phone.  I kept going to
work and staying later.  On Friday night, my boss _ordered_ me to go home.  I
didn't even have the will to consider changing his mind.  I walked home
surrounded by the gloom that had been my companion since Jenni- fer's death. 
Victoria met me at the door.  We were scheduled to be married in eight days.

"Your mortal part broods too much," she lectured.  "I have had enough of this. 
It is time for -- how you say, attitude adjustment."  Before I could fire a
suitably nasty retort, Kelly appeared from my bedroom.  She stood si- lently in
the hall, eyes open.  I knew she wasn't seeing anything by the dull expression in
them.  Her neck was bleeding.  "Kelly???" I said, in shock.

"Mass-terr."  My cock hardened in my pants.  I turned to Victoria in disbelief.

"You need... diversion.  Something to remind you of the great advantage in your
powers.  And you see, I am not insensitive to your desires," my fiancee stated.

"I'm not interested," I lied defiantly.  "Send her away."  The bulge push- ing at
my pants more accurately mirrored my thoughts.  "I'm getting married to _you_. 
It's cheating," I said, trying to justify my denial.

"So?  Is wedding present for your mortal part, from me.  If you do not want her,
then _you_ send her away.  I am leaving for the night.  Indulge yourself --
_fully_."  With that, she turned and left the apartment.  Kelly stood in the
hall.  She hadn't moved a muscle since I first laid eyes on her.

"Kelly," I began, but could not manage to finish the sentence with "go home." 
Damn, I wanted her.

"Yes, master?" she asked.  I looked at her, desire overwhelming any ob- stinate
need for self-denial.  It was true; she was completely mine.  There was
absolutely no way I could send her out the door without doing anything. Victoria
had selected the _one_ woman I could not resist and had delivered her to me on a
silver platter.  She had realized that the nature of my at- traction for Kelly
was something primal and uncontrollable.

Any thoughts of continuing to punish myself for being a vampire disap- peared. 
"Come here.  I desire your body.  And your soul.  In return, I will give you your
heart's desire," I said, holding out my hand.  Kelly took it without hesitation. 
I pulled her close, kissing her gently on the lips.

Kelly wrapped her arms around me, pushing her tongue between my lips, and
removing any remaining space between our bodies.  She looked into my eyes as she
broke the kiss.  "I must have you.  I've thought of no one else, master. I dream
constantly of you.  I'll do anything, just command me, please," she begged
softly.  My erection pressed against us, and I walked her backwards to the
bedroom.  She sat down and started to undress herself.  Kelly was wearing lacy
white undergarments.  Victoria's idea, no doubt.  A very good decision on my
fiancee's part.  I drooled.  "Do you wish to take them off, master? Will it make
you happy?"

I smiled, still standing, looking down at her.  "No, remove them like... a virgin
bride, my lovely slave."  I watched as Kelly unfastened her bra.  She removed it
deliberately, shyly, one breast at a time.  She smiled, and half- turned,
partially hiding her chest.  I was _very_ pleased.

"Do you like them, my master?" Kelly asked innocently, again revealing her
breasts.  Her hand lazily covered one nipple.  "Would you like to touch them, to
taste them?"  Her voice was a whisper now.  Her hands caressed her breasts.  A
finger would tease an erect nipple occasionally.  I couldn't wait long enough to
give her a verbal answer.  I knelt at the side of the bed and carefully licked
her hands, replacing them with my tongue at her breasts. "Ye-esss," she sighed,
pulling my head closer.  I tongued her chest in slow circles, sometimes lightly,
teasingly; other times applying as much pressure as possible.  Kelly stroked my
hair, uttering little sighs of pleasure.  I kissed the forgotten region; the
underside of her breasts.  Kelly's breathing became erratic as my tongue danced
along her body, tiny whimpers slipping through her lips.

She pushed at my head and reclined fully.  "Now..." she said dreamily. She slowly
removed her lower undergarments, all pretense of virginity gone. I nibbled on her
inner thighs, being careful to keep my fangs in check.  I started at her knees
and approached the soft, downy hair around her pubic mound with what I hoped was
a delicious deliberation.  Patience and leisure were soon conquered by her
aphrodisiac fluids and aroma.  I buried my face between Kelly's legs.  "Ohhh...
goddd..."  Kelly's hips twitched, pushing her inflamed clit directly in front of
my eyes.  Her hands stroked my head.

I sucked on the bud.  "OHHH!!!  M-M-M-MASSS-TERRR!" Kelly yelped, grabbing a
handful of my hair and pulling it roughly.  I moved my head away from her
pleasure button, rolling my tongue around her fleshy folds.  "Ohh... Master! --
Ohhh!!  Masster!" she panted while I ate to my heart's content, savoring her
sweet inner nectar.  She thrust her hips at me rhythmically as I made my tongue
pointy, and used it to emulate what I would be doing later with another part of
my body.

Kelly accelerated the schedule.  "I wannnt youuu..." she crooned. "Massterrr,
_pleeease_... I wannnt... wannnt... ohhHHH!"  Her back arched, and she played
with her nipples, pinching and twisting them.  When I stopped to undress myself,
Kelly stroked her pussy, maintaining her sexual momentum. "Ooooh, I'm sooo wett,
master... Hurry... I can't wait much -- Unngh!"

I slid into the warm wetness of Kelly.  She welcomed me with a small high-
pitched grunt, and by wrapping her arms and legs around me.  I could only wriggle
unless I used the tiny amount of vampire strength I had; she held me that
tightly.  "Master -- Yes! -- Ohhh! -- Goddd...  Ye-e-e-esss..."  We were grinding
at each other, and the pressure sent her quietly into climax. "Ohhh????..." 
Kelly's body went taut, mouth open, leaving a surprised expression on her face. 
Our hips slowly circled.

"Mmmmm, yessss..." she purred, finally relaxing her hold on me.  "Fuuuck
meeee..." Kelly cooed, kissing me deeply.  She moaned as my cock travelled
through every inch of her.  I rested each time I was fully immersed, slowly
pulling almost all the way out.  Every downstroke was languid, slow.  My cock
tingled as it moved, Kelly's hidden treasure gently grasping at it.  My or- gasm
built slowly.  It started as a small pressure deep in my hips that spread outward
through my entire body.

"Kell-leee..." I groaned, past the point of no return, still in control - barely.

"Come," she whispered.  My slave commanded me and I obeyed, jerking, buck- ing,
drooling, grunting.  A brilliant light obliterated my vision from with- in. 
Kelly milked me, her inner walls kneading my deflating cock as it spurt- ed
inside her.  I rolled over, spent, lost in an all-encompassing glow. Kelly
immediately went to work at raising my manhood, still wet with our juices, a
second time.

She used her tongue to swab it, cleaning it, tasting both of us.  Soon, she was
playing her tongue along it in the same way I had teased her breasts earlier. 
Her head descended, and her mouth became the incredible vacuum that had thrilled
me before.  I don't think I could have stayed soft, even if I hadn't been a
vampire.  I pulled Kelly's head away from my now-erect cock. She slid her body
along mine; our lips met, tongues seeking refuge in each other's mouth.  My hips
started moving of their own volition.  My penis slid between our bodies, slick
with sweat, searching for the opening between Kelly's legs that denoted the
beginning of its perfect sheath.  She jerked suddenly, and broke our frenzied
kiss.  Looking at me tenderly, she whis- pered, "No, master, please.  I want to
taste your sweet passion.  Let me s- s-suck you."  Kelly slid her way back down
my body, then resumed her loving oral ways.

My head snapped back, bouncing against the bed.  I could only moan, trapped by
Kelly's increasing suction.  Her head bobbed slowly, eyes dancing as she looked
at me.  She spun her tongue around my cock, smiling lewdly. "Do you like that,
master?" she asked, knowing the answer from the way my body trembled.  She slowly
took me in her mouth again, sucking forcefully. After a few more strokes, my body
was piano wire.  Then she pressed on the knot between my balls and asshole.

"AAARRGGGHHH!"  I grunted, filling Kelly's mouth with the juice she had asked
for.  My hips bucked wildly once, and my feet cramped.  I shivered uncontrollably
as my orgasm continued.  Kelly's mouth and the vacuum were still going.  She
stopped, once again sliding her body along mine to kiss me. She opened her mouth,
returning some of my come to me.  We kissed passion- ately as Kelly humped me,
sliding her wetness across my still-oozing, but softening dick.

Our kiss quickly went from passionate to crazed.  Soft sighs and moans vanished,
transformed to lustful pants.  My lust roared loudly, and I lost any control. 
"Give me... yourass!" I managed to pant between kisses.

"Yess, massterr... I lo-o-o-ove your cock in myyy asss... Fuuck meee therrre,
mass-terr.  Ohhh, doooo iiiittt," she gasped, climbing onto her hands and knees. 
Her butt swayed invitingly.  I kissed her ass, then flicked my tongue madly
between her cheeks.  I pushed it into her anus.  She moaned loudly in approval. 
I fucked her rosehole with my tongue, then eased my cock into the crevasse that
separated her butt globes.

Her asshole expanded to accept me, the sphincter muscles clamping tightly on my
cock as it moved.  "Nnnf!  Hrnngh!" Kelly grunted.  I was _very_ de- liberate
this time, in contrast to our previous anal encounter.  "Ohhh fuu-u- u-u-uck!!! 
I-i-i-it huurrrttsss," she growled.

"I'll stop," I quickly said, somewhat apologetically.  "I don't wan-"

"NOOOO!!!" Kelly interrupted, objecting vociferously to the suggestion. She
rocked, forcing me deeper into her second, tighter hole.  The vise-like sensation
of her ass threatened to crush me with ecstasy.  "Ohhh... Fuck... Ohhhh...
More... Deeep... Co-o-ock... Assss," Kelly babbled quietly.  She was incoherent,
but she rocked more steadily and easily.  Ecstasy flooded me, washing away any
concerns I had.  I began pumping at her, slowly at first, gaining speed as her
ass adjusted to the unaccustomed object lodged within.

Kelly urged me on, regaining some coherence.  "FUCKME!  OH!  Yes!  Sogood!
Sogood!  Ohh... Ohhhh...", she panted.  Her rocking became more urgent.
"Fuckmyass!!!  Yess!  Masster!  F-f-fu-u-u-uck m-m-meee!!" she wailed.  I was
operating purely on instinct, incapable of rational thought.  My lust, spurred on
by my slave, her actions, and her reactions, was in total control of me. 
"Godimgonnacome..." she started to hiss, repeating it until it became a mantra. 
I fingered her pussy, wobbling her clit, and it was equivalent to lighting a
firecracker.

"NNNGGGHHH!!! I'm cu-u-u-u-U-U-UUUMMMINNNGGGG!!!"  It was a shout.  Her body
bucked incredibly, especially since I was still in her ass.  Her breath game in
great, gasping gulps.  I saw the tension in the muscles of her body. I growled,
and my come oozed out of her ass, around my cock.  I pulled out, spraying come
all over.  When it was done, we lay next to each other, dazed, breathing heavily.

I cleaned her off with a wet cloth; she washed my dick.  I kissed her sweetly. 
Not wanting to stop, I entered her pussy.  (Isn't being a vampire great?) 
"Again?  Ohhhh, massss-terrrrr..." Kelly sighed.  Her pussy wrapped itself around
my cock, and she was still flushed.

"I'll kiss you, my sexy slave," I said quietly.  My fangs appeared. Kelly's eyes
filled with that wonderful enthralled look.  I bit her, but I just let her blood
flow out of the punctures; I didn't suck because it would last longer this way. 
Kelly immediately went into orgasm, coming while my tongue lapped at her slowly
ebbing life essence.  I withdrew from her cunt, still attached to her neck. 
Kelly hung on to me.  I knew that the ecstasy of my kiss was the only thing she
sensed, the only thing she cared about.  I released her while her life force was
still strong.  I was still hard.

"Mass-terrr..." she said in a breathy near-whisper, eyes full of adora- tion. 
Her eyes moved to my cock.  "Fuck...  Meee...  A-gaiinnnn..."  Her voice was
distant, enthralled, but drenched in desire.  Once more we moved in tandem. 
Kelly's movements were much more languorous, my thrusts were gentle. Our slow
passion built to a quiet, but intense release.  She fell asleep almost
immediately after I pulled out.

"Dream of me, Kelly.  You are mine, body and soul.  I command your wonder- ful
body for my pleasure, and my pleasure is yours'.  You have served your vampire
master well and faithfully tonight," I said tenderly to the uncon- scious woman
on the bed.  I drove her home in her car, leaving her head full of visions of
marvelous sex with a handsome stranger.  I flew back to the apartment and sat up
for a little while to reflect on the night's events.  It was obvious that I never
would have gotten within five feet of Kelly without my fangs.  No matter how hard
I tried to avoid coming to that conclusion.  I fell asleep, the deep and
dreamless sleep of the sated.

Victoria woke me up the next morning.  "Good morning.  Are you in better mood,
now?"

I sat up, blinking sleepily.  "Yes," I yawned, "I am."  I paused to wake up a
little more.  "Why did you-"

"Because I love you.  And I know your mortal part, even though I do not
understand it, sometimes.  You needed to see the good side of being vampire
again.  Kelly is best example.  If she could not change your mood, then no one
could, and I would cancel wedding."  Victoria paused.  "Will you require more --
convincing -- tonight?  I can send Michelle, in addition."

"No-o-o-oooo," I yawned.  Again.  "I -- don't think so.  I'd much rather go
hunting with you, instead."

My fiancee's eyes sparkled.  "You still want to be vampire?"  The replying kiss
lasted a long time.  "You speak Carpathian very well.  Say yes to me again," she
said in a throaty, sexy voice.  Victoria fell on top of me, and we necked for a
while.

"Victoria?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I'm really beat," I confessed.

"I figured that you would be."  The room was quiet for a moment.  "Is Kelly --
better -- than me?"

Now where did that come from?  Victoria waited patiently for my answer. "I can't
answer that question," I started, then continued quickly before Victoria could
say any more.  "Kelly is -- _different_ -- than you.  I don't feel the same way
about you, and it's like comparing apples and oranges."

"Excuse me?  What does that mean?" Victoria asked.

"There's no way to compare, because you two are so different.  Kelly resonates
within me on a sexual level.  I want to have sex with her because I find her an
incredible turn-on.  Just by looking at her, sometimes.  And that was true
_before_ I met you."  I took a breath.  "Victoria, I love you, and I want to be
as close as possible to you.  The sex we have is a manifestation of that
closeness.  The motivations are different.  With Kelly, it's purely physical."

"No, not quite," Victoria countered.  "You like it much when she calls you
'master.'  That adds a little more spice to your fucking with her, I think. You
love having her as pretty sex slave.  This will not change, I know this." She
continued, "I was being -- unreasonable -- about her before.  I ask now only that
you be careful around her, because playthings should never wind up with fangs." 
My fiancee leaned close, "Sleep well, my love."  She pushed me gently to the bed,
kissed me on the cheek, tucked me in, and I went to sleep.

We went out that night, but I thought that Victoria was distant.  I won- dered if
it was her reaction to my interlude with Kelly.  She left me alone at the bar and
flirted heavily with the men.  It wasn't long before she was leaving the bar with
two big, rough-looking men.  I was resigned to the fact that she was entitled to
her diversions, too.  The bartender handed me a note that said, "I have stalked
for us both."  I left the bar in a hurry, heading in the direction they had
turned.  The men were already fondling Victoria roughly, trying to undress her in
the parking lot.  One man put his hand between Victoria's legs while his partner
held her tightly.  I flew at the man holding her, leading with my fangs, ripping
the back of his neck open. I turned back into a person (?), and savagely drank
his blood, leaving neck muscles and ligaments hanging from the body.

"You are so protective," Victoria purred, coming by my side.  The other man sat
on the ground with a dazed expression on his face.  "Bloofer lady," he said.  I
looked strangely at my fiancee.  She smiled, "Is revenge." Turning to him, she
said, "You will forget all, except the command you must obey."  We kissed, then
flew home together.  "Each time he thinks of sex with a woman he will say
'bloofer lady,'" she explained.  We laughed.

The next week flew by, and suddenly, it was our wedding day.  Oddly, I wasn't
nervous as my family and friends filled the small church.  Bryan looked sharp in
his tuxedo, but the smile on his face wasn't necessarily for Victoria and me. 
Julie was at the wedding, wearing an engagement ring. _All_ the bridesmaids had
holes in their necks.  Hey, we solved the problem of Victoria not really knowing
anybody; Kelly was maid of honor.  The pastor looked down on us.  "Dearly
beloved..." he began.  Bryan surreptitiously jostled me when it was time for me
to do something, as I could only think about how lovely my wife was.  Finally, it
was time for the ring exchange. Victoria's felt like it weighed three tons, but
it slipped onto her finger easily.  She blushed, and my arm felt much better. 
She gave me mine while reciting her vows, looking me solemnly in the face the
whole time.  Our eyes locked, as they had at the very beginning, and the rest of
the world tempo- rarily vanished.  "...I now pronounce you man and wife.  You may
-"  Victoria and I shared our sweetest kiss ever.

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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 12: Victoria's Secret

"So where's the honeymoon?" Michelle asked when she caught up with me at the
reception.

"We're going to Europe for three weeks," I said, distracted slightly by all of
the commotion going on around me.  Victoria appeared out of nowhere and grabbed
my arm.  She was absolutely gushing, something one would not ex- pect from a
vampire.  I had never seen her so happy.

"We will visit my family home for a week, then take Orient Express.  I like
riding... trains," she bubbled.  The reception turned out to be more tiring than
the preparations for it.  Everybody was insanely happy and ra- diated energy.  I
had to keep up, of course.  However, saying "I do" was a little more draining
than I thought; it wasn't long before I started to run out of energy.  The end of
the party couldn't come soon enough for me.  Julie out-jumped everybody for the
bouquet.  I handed the garter to Bryan, taking no chances.  The party finally
ended, and I returned to our house with a slightly inebriated Victoria. 
Giggling, she wobbled over the threshold.  She carried me using her vampire's
strength.  "Would you like more champagne, darling?  Bubbles make vampires _very_
drunk."  Victoria was definitely not sober.  I looked at her, bemused, as she
weaved towards the kitchen.  I was exhausted though, and wearily took off my
shoes.  Victoria returned from the kitchen carrying a freshly opened bottle of
champagne.

"Come, join me, my husband."  She plopped down on the carpet in the living room,
spilling champagne.  I slowly made my way over to her, sitting deliberately. 
"You are tired.  Has been long day, yes?  I give you energy," Victoria said,
slurring her words.  Leaning to me, she bit me deeply, and my fangs drew her -
champagne-flavored - blood in return.  When our embrace ended, I was drunk,
Victoria was only a little less drunk, and I was still tired.  I fell asleep
shortly thereafter.

We weren't scheduled to leave for New York until Monday.  Sunday, both Victoria
and I slept until mid-afternoon, then we packed.  There was a trunk to fill that
was to meet us at the castle, as well as our suitcases.  The work required in
leaving the country left us both tired, so we fed that night to refresh
ourselves.  The train left early in the morning.

Once we settled into our room on the train, Victoria sat at the window, watching
excitedly.  "We're still in the station, love," I said.  Her eyes were dancing,
and she couldn't sit still.  "You're like a five-year old child, sweetheart. 
What's the deal?"

"I am happy to be going home.  To castle.  I have not been there since I was..." 
I watched her do a quick recall.  "Twenty-one.  Has been many years. Now I
return, with husband, man I love."  She gave me a peck on the cheek, then resumed
her impatient vigil over the platform and the people still boarding.

A peck on the cheek?  "Come now, you can do better than that," I chided. Victoria
turned away from the window.  Her eyes slowly closed, and we kissed tenderly.  At
first.  It became deeper and more insistent as we continued. Eventually, we
pulled away from each other reluctantly.  The train started to move, bringing
back my earlier thoughts.  "Victoria, I've always wondered -- what if the castle
isn't there?  I mean, it's been empty since you were last there, right?"

"Castle will be there, with servants.  There are always servants.  Castle Dracula
is very... special to town," Victoria replied.  Her eyes glowed red. "My family
is very frightening.  Townspeople would not _dare_ displease any member of my
family."  Her eyes turned brown again.  "Including you.  You are not Count yet,
but ceremony in castle will change that."  Victoria started to play with my
chest.

"Not until after dinner," I said.

"I want snack first," she pouted.  My fangs appeared, and Victoria's eyes lit up.
 "Is better idea," she said approvingly before she bit me.  She was very quick. 
We sucked on each other's blood until South Bend, then had din- ner.  We returned
to our room, and had some serious toe-curling, hair- straightening,
muscle-cramping sex.  We did manage to get up for breakfast the next morning, but
we were moving awful slow.  We were joined at the table by an elderly couple. 
"Newlyweds?" the man asked.

"Yes -- but how did you know?" Victoria asked, amazed by the man's mind- reading
power.

"We're in room B, next to you," his wife explained.  There was a smile in her
wrinkled eyes, but both Victoria and I blushed.  "Oh, don't worry," the woman
continued.  "Surely you don't believe that you're the first newlyweds to ever
celebrate on the train."

"Ye-es.  She hasn't been able to get enough of train travel since _our_ wedding
night," the man continued, holding his wife's hand.  The way that they looked at
each other dissolved the embarrassment we had felt.  The breakfast conversation
was animated and entertaining.

"They love each other as much as we do.  Is wonderful.  But ours is for- ever,"
Victoria said once we were back in the room.  We arrived in New York and went
straight to the airport.  We flew to Paris, and spent a few romantic evenings
there while our clocks adjusted.  We indulged our deepest urge fre- quently. 
Paris' many narrow streets are fertile hunting ground.  Especially those narrow
streets that the guidebooks warn you to stay away from after dark.  We left for
Vienna.

In Vienna, we were surrounded by music.  Victoria and I danced constantly. During
the day we danced to the music of the many street players who were playing every
kind of music.  Evenings, we would dress up and go out to the ballrooms and
formal dances, or to the nightclubs where the young people went.  It was there
that we would find our other sustenance before returning to the hotel.  There we
would dance together without music; sometimes without moving.  Sunrise would find
us wrapped around each other, naked, still dancing.

Our last night in Vienna was marked by an early return to our hotel. Victoria got
up in the middle of the night.  She must have stood at the bal- cony window for a
couple of hours, looking at the Danube.  The moon was full, and it illuminated
her profile in a way that made her look ethereal.  Tired of being alone in the
bed, I walked over and touched her.  Or what I thought was her.  The ghostly
image of her near-perfect body and exotic face was just that.  Her laughter,
light and sweetly mocking, filled the room.  "Victoria?" I asked, somewhat
bewildered.

I looked at the moon and beheld her face.  "I am close to home, and my power is
strong at the time of the moon," her voice said.  Victoria's face vanished from
the moon's surface, then reappeared outside the balcony window. "Come, David, my
husband.  Come to me, my love."  I opened the balcony door. Not too bright a
move.  A cold, cold wind howled around me.  I shut the door quickly and shivered.
 My wife laughed sweetly, teasingly.

Her eyes danced in front of me.  They were rubies glowing in the darkness. I
walked towards them, as if drawn by an invisible tether.  Actually, I was curious
about the Cheshire Cat stunt.  I felt fangs in my neck, and then Victoria's arms
around me from behind.  She avidly sucked my blood, lapping forcefully at my
neck, sending me into orbit.  My head started to spin; my world faded to black,
except for two bright red embers...

I found myself on the bed.  The room was full of thick, soupy, blinding fog. 
"Daaaviiiiddd...  Dooooo yoooouuu wannnnt meeee..." Victoria's voice sang
playfully.  It sounded unreal, as if a ghost were singing to me.  I couldn't see
her through the fog.

Astonished, I answered the eerie voice.  "Yes, Victoria, I do.  But where -- ?"

"I wannnt yooouu tooooo..." the disembodied voice sang back in a distant, echoing
timbre.  I felt her presence envelop me.  I was literally surrounded by, and
swimming in my wife.  Suddenly, her neck was at my mouth, her body on top of
mine.  I bit deeply, drinking slowly.  "Ohhhhh, ye-e-e-e-essss..." Victoria
crooned.  Morning found us wrapped up in each other again.  "Good morning, David.
 Did you enjoy language lesson from last night?" she asked between kisses.  "You
will now understand spoken language in Carpathia.  It was much more fun than
teaching you regular way."  After breakfast, we headed for castle Dracula.

We arrived late at night, a high, pale moon in the sky.  Neither Victoria nor I
were prepared for the reception we got.  A man in uniform met us at the gate. 
"The castle is closed for the night.  Come back tomorrow," he said, obviously
annoyed by our arrival.

Victoria stuck her head out the driver's window and went ballistic, sputtering
indignantly, "I am Countess Dracula!  This is my ancestral home!!"

"Yeah, sure it is.  Now go away, we don't have time to deal with joke- sters,"
the guard said, pointing down the road.  Victoria didn't move a mus- cle.  I felt
the storm clouds gathering within her.  "This is a state tourist attraction, and
the rules say it closes a half-hour before sunset.  Be a good little Countess and
go back to town, eh?" the guard finished, and started laughing at Victoria.

"Open the gate."  There was no mistaking the tone.  It was a command, _not_ a
request.  I could almost see the lines of power radiate from her. The hair on the
back of my neck stood up, and I shivered slightly.  The guard's laugh died in
mid-ha (he got an "h" out).  He slowly turned, heading for the castle gate.  His
partner came running to the car, gun drawn.  I could see his eyes.  Contact.

"Put the gun down."  I wasn't about to find out how much a gunshot wound would
hurt, not after having been knifed.  My anxiety must have added a lot of oomph to
my command.  Immediately, his gun arm dropped limply to his side. His hand
opened; the gun clattered harmlessly to the ground.  The first guard's actions
had alerted the other guards.  They grabbed their enthralled comrade, keeping him
from the gate.  Victoria and I changed into bats and attacked.  We bit the
remaining three guards, then commanded them to sleep. After the gate had been
opened, we drove the car into the courtyard.

There were souvenir stands all around:  "Genuine Vampire Fang", "Official Vampire
Hunter Kits", read two of the stalls.  "No - No - NO!!!" Victoria cried.  "How
could they DO this???"  She got out of the car, slamming the door shut with
enough force to break the locking mechanism.  The front door to the castle was
locked; Victoria didn't have a key.  "There should be a servant waiting for us! 
An indentured thrall to open the door!"  She was crying now.  I reached to hold
her, to make her feel better, but my wife an- grily spun away.  She turned into a
bat, and flew away quickly, high into the night sky.  I had been driving much of
the day, and was really too tired to follow, so I sat dejectedly on the warm hood
of the car, teeth chattering.

A few minutes later, the door opened.  "Enter freely and of your own will." 
Victoria stood at the door, her hair a mess, soot all over her clothes and face. 
She sneezed loudly as I gaped at her.  She shrugged her shoulders, and just said,
"Chimney."  I entered, and tried to kiss her.  She resisted for a few seconds,
then responded.  She pulled away after a while. "Bedrooms are made up, anyway,"
Victoria sniffled, still very distraught.  I wanted desperately to console her.

She wouldn't let me.  First, she carried our suitcases in, a look of grim
determination on her face.  She carried our luggage to the second floor, refusing
to accept any aid from me.  Then Victoria lit a fire in the fire- place, with
some wood that had been nicely laid out, as if for display.  I tried to drag her
to bed.  "No.  You are tired, I know.  Rest here, my love. I have been away too
long, and I must take care of business first."  Victoria pushed me down to the
bed, but she was gentle about it.  "We have eternity for _that_," she said,
brushing the front of my pants.

Victoria cleaned up while I undressed, and I lay down on the bed.  I felt her
lips brush mine, then I heard the door open and close.  I was asleep shortly
thereafter, too tired from driving all day to really think much about Victoria's
business.

I awakened to a light pressure at my neck.  Fangs broke skin, and the sizzle of
the vampire's kiss began.  I sleepily, instinctively responded, opening my mouth
and biting in return.  My eyes snapped open as I woke up, fully alert.  I
realized that the blood filling my mouth was _not_ Vic- toria's.  Blonde hair
filled my eyes.  The other vampire purred into my neck and pulled away.  "Mmmmm,
it has been soooo looong since I have been bitten. And who might you be, my
youthful friend?" she asked.  Her eyes were very blue, and she was incredibly
gorgeous.  I stared at her.

"Who are you?" I demanded, shocked and amazed.

"I asked first.  It's not polite to enter someone's home without even introducing
yourself," she lectured gently, waving a finger at me.  There was an amused lilt
to her voice.  She wasn't reflecting in the mirror, even though I was.  Before I
could say anything else, the door opened, and there was a loud gasp.

"Marta!!!" Victoria exclaimed.  The blonde vampire turned to face my wife. I
could not read either of their expressions.

"Well.  If it isn't my little British step-daughter, Victoria."  There was a
definite smirk in Marta's voice.  "I thought you were going to be a British
vampire, and that you would never return to Carpathia.  It was too... rural and
dull for you."

"I am here to claim my birthright," my wife replied.

"Nice of you.  Where in the hell were you when they were turning this place into
a tourist trap?  Do you know that there's a certain magical item buried by the
front door?  I've been reduced to cows and the occasional stu- pid tourist who
tries to spend the night after the castle closes.  That's who I thought _he_
was."  Marta's tone was one of frustration more than anger. She paused a minute,
then pointed at me.  "Who is he, anyway?"

"My husband."  Victoria turned to me.  "David, this is Marta, my father's --
wife."

"I was his favorite until Mina Harker, that..." Marta's voice trailed off as
Victoria's eyes narrowed.  "I am sorry Victoria.  I do not mean to insult your
mother."  Sarcasm oozed out of every word.  "But your -- absence -- has left the
castle unprotected."

"I am doing... something about that.  This will be our home once again," my wife
replied.  She was hiding something, but Marta didn't pick it up.  It was getting
very close to sunrise, and Marta said, "I must return to my cof- fin."  She
paused and looked at us.  "I am sorry, but there is only one. They have destroyed
or removed the others."

I was about to say that that wasn't a problem, but Victoria spoke first, cutting
me off as I inhaled.  It was obvious that I should be quiet.  "We have made the
necessary arrangements, Marta.  Good night."  Marta bowed mock- ingly, then cast
a hungry look at me as she left the room.  She made sure that Victoria noticed,
too.  "Damn that whore!" Victoria hissed.  After the sun had risen up, and Marta
was definitely asleep.  "Did she hurt you?"

"No, other than interrupting my sleep.  But..."  I hesitated, very aware of my
wife's feelings about other female vampires and me.

"I will -- forgive her this one time.  She did not know you were a vam- pire.  If
she tries to bite you again, I _will_ kill her," Victoria said darkly.

"I'd like an explanation --"  I yawned involuntarily.  "But I'm still tired, and
I'd rather sleep now."  I yawned again.  Although Victoria's step- mother (!) had
given me an erection, the energy associated with that lust departed when Marta
left the room.  I remembered exactly how tired I was.  I headed back to bed.

"No, you can not sleep there.  Tourists will be here in few hours.  I will take
you to safe place," Victoria said, pulling me to my feet.  I grumbled in mild
protest.  "But it is important that you not let Marta know that we may move about
in the daytime.  _Very_ important.  Promise me, yes?"  Her tone conveyed the
urgency of the message.  She walked over to a wall, pulled on the lighting
fixture, and a secret passage opened.  "Come.  We will go into hiding."

I followed Victoria to another bedroom, this one buried within the castle walls. 
It was fully furnished, and there was a large bed.  I was struck by how clean it
was, and by the electric lamps in the room.  "This is where I began," my wife
said as I lay down to go back to sleep.  "This is where my father and mother
conceived me," she smiled, curling up next to me.  I don't remember much else
except going to sleep warmed by Victoria's body.

We woke up in the afternoon.  There were voices all around us.  They came from
the tourists on the other side of the wall.  Victoria sat up, and whis- pered to
me.  "We must be quiet, or tourists will hear us.  Tonight we begin our
reclamation of the castle and the town.  Last night, I began the work that is
necessary, but is too much for just me.  Marta is no longer re- stricted to the
castle and the close farmlands, so that will help."  She paused, and trouble
clouded her gorgeous eyes.  "I feel very guilty because it is my absence that has
caused this to happen.  Without noble occupant, the state has claimed the castle
and land.  Tourists bring money, and no one fears the castle by day.  They do not
fear as much at night, also."  She hung her head.  I kissed her on the back of
the neck.

Victoria started to get dressed again.  "I have a plan, but I will definitely
need _your_ help.  I must ask you to be Count Dracula, my vampire lord and mate. 
It will mean drinking much blood."  She looked at me sympa- thetically.  "I know
how you are about biting."  I opened my mouth, but Vic- toria anticipated my
objection.  "There should not be any need for _you_ to kill."  She paused,
reading my lack of reaction.  "I hope that killing will not be necessary, but
castle _will_ be returned to family."

I was going stir crazy after a few hours of being in the interior room. We still
couldn't leave for a while; they were in the process of closing the castle for
the night, ushering the last of the tourists out.  Victoria helped pass the time
by giving me the true story of her father's death.  "They never would have found
them if Van Helsing had not invoked Paresi curse against my father.  That forced
him and my mother to leave this room."

"Why didn't they find Marta?" I asked, not knowing what the (or a) Paresi curse
was.

"The curse was directed at my father.  She was hiding in secret room like this,
only not as nice, in dungeon.  Van Helsing assumed that when my father died, all
of his spawn would die.  As you can see, he was wrong."  Victoria held up her
hand, and listened carefully.  "Tourists are gone.  We may leave here now."  We
went to the castle roof and flew off, heading to the nearby town.  We bit several
young children, male and female.  The obvious fang marks we left were much more
important to Victoria's plan than the actual blood.  "This will let them know
that the family Dracula lives.  Also, the next generation will be ours," she had
said.

We went to one of the restaurants in town that catered to the tourist trade and
closed at eleven.  Victoria and I dined, had a couple of beers, and left at
closing time to wait for the help.  Victoria bit the head chef and busboy as they
emptied garbage.  She commanded them to come to the castle the next afternoon. 
One of the waitresses exited, saying merry goodnights.  She was mine in a flash,
and her sweet moans thrilled me as I drank her life. She wobbled, rapture on her
face, as I commanded her to do the same.  "We will need a kitchen staff at the
castle."  It took three waitresses, the chef and busboy to satisfy Victoria's
staffing criteria.  I was drinking less and less blood as the night went on,
quite satisfied with the wide variety I had been getting.  This was becoming more
of a tasting, as opposed to a drinking party.

"Now, we strike at the man who will bring us the tourism person.  The mayor of
the town," Victoria said.  "But _you_ must do next bite.  This is critical, for I
am a female vampire, and can not do all that is needed."  I looked at her
quizzically, but followed her to the mayor's house.  I stood in the backyard,
while Victoria disappeared somewhere.  It wasn't long before a young girl (about
15 or 16), dressed only in a nightgown came out.  She looked around furtively,
then came right up to me.

"Who are y-"  Her voice stopped as she looked into my eyes.  Her long black hair
waved in the cold early winter breeze.  Her eyes were full of wonder.  (What
exactly do they see when they look in my eyes, anyway?)  Vic- toria walked back
into the yard.

"She is virgin, David.  You are to be her first.  Vampire's kiss will re- move
virginity."  My wife paused, and quietly continued, "Make it long and special. 
She will be in complete thrall to you."

"Come closer, my child.  What is your name?" I commanded.

"Agnes," the girl replied, voice far away, eyes still lost in mine.  I looked at
her appraisingly.  So sue me.  She was still developing.  I could see that she
had some baby fat, but her features were a little too sharp and uneven for her to
ever be considered beautiful.  She would grow up to be slightly round and
average-looking.

"Agnes, I will give you your first kiss."  I reached for her, and she
instinctively tilted her head back as I wrapped my arms around her.  I felt like
Christopher Lee; opening my mouth, placing it at her neck, and biting her slowly.
 I sank my fangs completely into Agnes' young neck.

Her reaction was a low, very long moan.  Her nipples hardened noticeably. I drank
carefully, watching the girl's life force.  It burned bright and strong _much_
longer than I had expected.  Victoria tapped me on the shoulder to signal that I
should stop.  I pulled my fangs out with care.  I heard Agnes' soft, surprised,
"Ohhh?" when my fangs were clear.  I released the girl.  There was a large red
spot on the front of her nightgown between her legs.  "I did that?" I asked
Victoria.  I had a hard time believing that my bite broke Agnes' hymen.

My wife nodded.  "She is no longer virgin, and she will remember you for long,
long time.  Tell her that you will visit her tomorrow, and to go back inside,
forgetting that she was out here."  I did, and the door closed behind Agnes as
she went back in her house.  "_This_," she paused, "_will_ make mayor react.  It
has been a good evening, my husband.  My love," Victoria said, giving me a kiss
on the cheek.  "It is cold out here.  Let us go back to the castle."

As soon as we entered the front door, we were greeted by Marta.  "So _there_ you
are!  I have a surprise for you!  Come, join me for cocktails in the dungeon." 
She looked at me, and the intensity of her desire burned right through to my
brain.  Marta came over to me, blue eyes sparkling and dancing. She brushed my
cheek with her lips.  Victoria glowered at her.  I was be- ginning to feel the
need to fuck Marta until we ran out of positions to try. Her sensuality was
almost overpowering, but I remembered my experience with Jennifer.  The sexual
delights promised in those eyes, that face, those hips, between those thighs...
could never be delivered.  I swallowed hard and pulled away from Marta, walking
to my wife.  It took an effort, and Victoria possessively put her arms around me.
 We followed Marta to the dungeon.

Standing next to a formally set dinner table were a teenaged boy and girl. They
both wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts.  I recognized the expression in their eyes long
before I saw the fang marks.  "Sit with me," Marta purred, then paused.  "_Both_
of you."  She drew a knife across the boy's wrist.  He didn't flinch; no pain
showed in his glassy-eyed vacant face.  His blood filled a wine glass which Marta
handed to Victoria.  She repeated the action with the girl who also gave no
impression that anything had happened to her. This glass she handed to me,
looking at me with extreme lust.  Drawing a- nother glass from the boy for
herself, she sat and crossed her legs slowly, allowing me to see her blonde
mound.  Marta wore no panties.  She smiled sen- sually.  "Oh, I forgot."  Turning
to the boy, she commanded, "Bring me the cigar box."  He obeyed silently,
woodenly.  Marta offered me a slim cigar- illo, and selected one for herself as
well.  "I would offer you one Victoria, but I know you prefer the paper ones.  It
is just as well.  They suit your -- constitution -- better."  Marta poked sexy
fun at my wife.

"Thank you for your concern, Marta," Victoria replied, "but I will accept your
hospitality nonetheless."  The temperature in the room dropped ten de- grees. 
Marta handed my wife a cigarillo, and the enthralled girl lit each one with a
candle.  "Would you like to hear my plan for the regaining of the castle?"
Victoria asked.  Marta indicated her assent with a graceful inclin- ation of her
head.  Her gorgeous blond hair dipped as she did so.  It was a wonderfully
feminine, attractive movement.  We sat around the table as Victoria detailed her
plan.  Marta listened without reacting for the most part.  She continued smoking
leisurely, and would cast an occasional wanting glance my way.  God, she was
gorgeous!

"It will not work, Victoria," Marta declared after my... wife had finished
speaking.  "You have been away, so I will have to explain why it will not work." 
She paused, and looked at me with those pretty blue eyes before re- turning her
attentions to Victoria.  "The Minister of Tourism is a Van Hel- sing.  He was
hired to make the castle safe for tourists.  Why do you think I am restricted
here?  Who do you think put the Stone of Marius under the road?"  She paused
again.  "He does not know for sure that I am here.  If I were to terrorize town
as you suggest, he would know.  Then he would come hunt me down, and kill me!" 
Marta's voice begged me to hold her, console her, tell her that everything was
going to be all right.  She continued, after calming herself a little.  "That is
why we are here with --," she waved her hand sexily to indicate the two
teenagers, "them."

" 'Let's stay in the castle', they say, 'We aren't afraid of vampires', or,
'Vampires don't really exist.'  The worst part is that I have to _return_ them
the next day!  If tourists disappear, Van Helsing will get suspicious, too.  Tell
me, Victoria," Marta's voice softened, becoming even sexier.  "And now, I truly
mean no disrespect, but how can _you_, with your limited powers, fight him and
his family's knowledge, when I am chained to the castle?"  She reclined, her
breasts jumping to the center of my attention, and took a drag of her cigarillo. 
The round thing in her mouth and sucking action sent me on a flight of sexual
fantasy.

"I have my ways, Marta.  First, the Stone has been removed, so you are once again
free to move about.  Let Van Helsing come.  I am prepared for him."  The two
vampires continued their polite argument, Marta insisting in a throaty voice that
Victoria's plan was doomed to failure, and Victoria calmly defending her
decisions.  I sat back and noticed every sensual, suggestive muscle twitch that
Marta made.  The light reflected off her sweet fangs.  Her beautiful blue eyes
held the key to exotic, fantastic, undreamed of sexual practices.  Everything
Marta did made me hornier.  My erection pressed very painfully against my leg. 
An alarm clock rang.

"Sun rises in a half-hour," Marta said, honeyed voice dripping with sensuality. 
"I must attend to these two.  I take it you are staying in the chamber?" 
Chamber.  I thought about the chamber between Marta's legs where I could happily
spend the rest of my existence.  I watched, spellbound, as Mar- ta suggestively
stuck her finger in her mouth and punctured it with one of her sexy fangs.

"Yes, we will be staying in my father's secret room.  The servants did well when
they made it more modern.  We will see you tomorrow night," Vic- toria said.

Marta was rubbing her bleeding finger across the two mortals' neck and wrist
wounds.  As her finger moved, it conjured up visions of another kind of motion in
my head.  With Marta underneath me, calling my name in ecstasy to the heavens. 
My eyes got real big when I saw the teenagers' wounds heal as Marta applied her
blood to them.  "You will forget all that you have seen, heard, or experienced. 
Your night in the castle has been boring, and you saw or heard nothing out of the
ordinary.  You will go to where we first met, lie down, and go to sleep," Marta
instructed them.  They left the dungeon silent- ly.  She turned to me, flashed a
sexy smile, and stood up, allowing me to admire her wonderful legs.  She pivoted
and left the room, hips swaying.

"You can breathe now."  Victoria's statement carried more than just a hint of
annoyance.  "Come on, let us go upstairs," she said, tugging at my arm.  I was
still watching, leaning towards the doorway that my most desired fantasy had
disappeared through.  My cock would have played divining rod if my pants hadn't
been in the way.  Victoria dragged me away, but I resisted as much as I could.

"Victoria... I -- I..." I moaned.

"I know.  She is very old, very powerful vampire.  And _you_ are still _very_
mortal.  She has been very lonely."  Victoria paused, and a small smile came to
her lips.  "I think we will not stay in castle tonight," she said lightly.

"W-W-What?  Why not?" I stammered.  My stunned reaction was less due to surprise
than to my disappointment at not being able to be in the same build- ing as
Marta, my one, true, heart's desire.

"You are in need because of Marta's power.  I thought this would happen, so I
made arrangements.  I will take _good_ care of you, David."  We left the castle. 
I looked back longingly one last time as we drove down the road.  We pulled up
outside one of the tourist hotels in the town.  "Is not fancy like Vienna, but it
has a nice bed," Victoria said, a touch of playful lewdness in her voice.  We
went to a room that she already had a key for.  She sat on the bed and patted it.
 "Marta will never know.  She is asleep until sunset," she cooed.

Victoria lay on the bed, open and inviting.  "Come to me.  I know that you are
frustrated."  Damn right I was.  I removed her clothes quickly, pausing only the
briefest of moments to pay attention to foreplay.  My haste did not go unnoticed.
 Looking into my eyes, Victoria grabbed my head.  "David," she calmly said, "I
understand."  She explicitly invited me to take care of my needs first.  Much to
my shame, I did.  "Ohhh... Daaa-viiiid..." she moaned as I quickly entered her. 
Victoria welcomed me with open legs, not caring about my insensitivity.

She lay beneath me, thrusting her hips in time with my frenzied pumping. The
sound of my lustful, grunting pants were accompanied by Victoria's sighs. I came
after a minute, a much-needed relief washing through my body.  Victor- ia
accepted my uncaring orgasm, but then held me tightly.  Her inner walls grabbed
my penis as it softened.

She kept massaging my cock internally while looking at me.  Our eyes locked, and
she was broadcasting _her_ need to me.  "Is better now, yes?  Now we make love,
yes?"  Victoria began to breathe heavily.  "I want you. Stay...  Stayyy... 
Ye-e-ess...  David, myyy lo-o-ove...  Stayyy innn meeee..." she purred.  As her
pussy worked its magic on my dick, so did her words on my brain.  I got hard
again, still not having pulled out. "Oooohhh..." was Victoria's soft, sensual
reaction.  I slowly raised my hips. "Be-eh-eh-etter, nowww?" my wife sighed.

I could only moan loudly in acknowledgment.  I felt her warmth pull me deeper
into her.  I moved slowly, deliberately, hoping to please my wife, and vowing to
be much more attentive to her needs this time.  Each centimeter of motion caused
tingles to erupt along my rigid length.  The sensation was multiplied as it
traveled up my spine, becoming an electric sizzle by the time it reached my
brain.  I bucked involuntarily a couple of times.  Vic- toria gasped, and
trembled beneath me.  "Ohhh, ye-e-ess!!!  You like?" she moaned, biting my ear. 
My temporary loss of rhythm had pleased her.  Our hips circled, pubic regions
grinding forcefully at each other.  Her tongue buried itself in my mouth.  I
happily reciprocated, kissing her deeply, my tongue seeking her throat. 
Victoria's legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her hands stroked my back.  My
wife moaned softly with each movement we made.

I grabbed Victoria's butt and pulled her against me.  Her pleasure button was
pressed hard between us.  The slow, grinding pace of our sex combined with the
pinching of her clit to overwhelm her.  She threw her head back, crying
"Ohhhh???"  She squeezed me with her arms and legs.  I felt her body go stiff a
split second before the inner massage began; slick, buttery hands spasmodically
fingering my cock.  Victoria vibrated silently, turning red. She wasn't
breathing.  My hips continued their circular motion, and her clit was still
trapped, held by our bodies.

Victoria's head jerked up and down.  Her mouth was still open, body still taut,
quivering continuously.  Her pussy continued its feverish massage of my cock,
thrilling me.  Suddenly, her back arched, lifting me as well.  She still wasn't
breathing.  We were precariously balanced, supported mostly by her neck and legs
for a moment in slow motion, then frozen as if by a still camera.  Victoria
collapsed on the bed with a loud huff.

"Hu-uuuh-ohhh!  Huuunnnhh!!!  Ohhhh!  Huunnhh!" she wailed, each cry end- ing in
a deep sighing breath.  "Ohh!  Ohhh!!!  OHHH!!!"  Victoria proclaimed her release
to the entire town, I thought.  Slurping noises came from between us.  I was in
heaven.  "Ohhhh!  Ohhh!!  Hu-u-u-uhhh-ohhh!!" my wife con- tinued.  "Ohhh...
Daaa-v-i-i-id!"  She thrust her hips violently at me, trying to shake my
ejaculation loose.

"F-f-fuckme!" she gasped.  "David -- fuckme!" Victoria panted, turning into the
sex-crazed vampire I had fallen in lust with.  She pumped at me with an erotic
urgency.  I granted her request, thrusting at her forcefully.  My breathing
turned into loud pants, silenced occasionally by her tongue and mouth.  I lost
control, and my hips started moving up and down rapidly to their own rhythm.  The
tingle started in my feet, spread quickly upward, and gathered into knots in my
throat and stomach.  Victoria's eyes were rolled back in her head.  "Uhhh!  Uhhh!
 Unnhhh!  Uhhh!" she grunted, even less in control than I.  The knots contracted,
becoming concentrated pinpoints of intense pleasure.

"G-g-g-g --OHHHH!!!!"  The knots exploded, sending ecstasy through my sys- tem at
supersonic speeds.  I grunted and bucked, my body twitching violently. My neck
muscles locked.  Victoria thrashed with me, gasping for air, unable to moan. 
Then my nuts tightened, I felt my eyes roll around their sockets, I gurgled, my
ears popped...

Each powerful contraction in my groin was reflected by a massive shudder and
accompanied by a loud groan.  Million-watt light bulbs went off in my head,
rendering me blind.  I felt nails dig into my back, and my body lurched again. 
The ridge along the underside of my penis burned intensely for a sec- ond; then
cooled; then burned again.  I gave one last shudder, and I was motionless on top
of my wife.  Her hips still moved from side to side, her pussy milking my
deflating cock.  A slurping sound meant that it was over.  I rolled onto my back,
definitely sated and satisfied.  I was unbelievably ex- hausted.  A warm pair of
lips brushed my cheek; a soft, sweaty body covered mine.  Hands rested gently
behind my head.  Half-lidded brown eyes looked at me.  No words were exchanged;
it was unnecessary.  Sleep swiftly claimed us both.

Late that afternoon, Victoria and I returned to the castle, entering as tourists.
 She quickly found a secret passage and we made our way to her father's chamber. 
We waited there for the sun to set, since only an hour or so of daylight
remained.  Marta met us in the dining hall shortly after the sun had dropped
below the horizon.  "Would you happen to have a light, David?" she asked, holding
a cigarillo aloft.  She held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes as I lit it. 
She sucked on the tobacco cylinder, beauti- ful blue eyes speaking to me, saying,
"This could be you in my mouth."  I kept looking in her eyes for more wonderful
words.  They danced for me, then started to spin, drawing me nearer...

"David!!!"  Victoria's voice brought me back from the whirlpool.  Marta smiled
knowingly at me.  "We have work to do.  You too, Marta," Victoria ordered.

"Yes, Countess, I serve faithfully the ruler of castle Dracula," Marta replied. 
Her sexy voice was not very servile.

"You will come with me.  We will make the guards our servants.  Yes, _you_ Marta.
 We only need to enslave them; I do not want any dead bodies to hide for the next
three days.  Is that clear?"  Victoria's voice definitely gave me the impression
that my lovely, sexy Marta might try to disobey her.  I couldn't conceive of the
incredibly gorgeous blonde vampire doing that.

"Victoria, I say again that you are crazy.  Van Helsing will kill us all. But I
must obey," Marta said in resignation.  I was about to argue with Victoria and
tell her to leave the castle alone, so Marta (and I) could stay in peace.  Marta
continued, "It will be nice to have Carpathian blood again. I am tired of
American teenagers.  I will not kill any of the guards, Vic- toria.  You have my
word as your father's favorite."  This seemed to allay Victoria's fears.

"What about me?" I asked, still trying to recover from Marta's earlier assault on
my senses.  My dick pressed against my leg.  Marta was everything I had ever
wanted in a woman.

"Check the castle," Victoria said.  "If you find anybody, make them sleep until
dawn.  We do not wish to be disturbed."  That was true.  Now, if only Victoria
wasn't in the way...  Plus, Victoria had split us up.  I groaned inwardly in
frustration.  Marta knew that I was hers; Victoria was just -- a temporary
inconvenience.

I flew around the castle, searching as thoroughly as I could.  I thought that
Victoria could have done this much better, since she knew all of the secret
passages and where they led.  Besides, that would have left Marta and me alone,
together.  My search took more than an hour, because I had to double-check some
of the bedrooms.  I thought about where I would start fucking Marta, and in which
order we'd break in all the beds.  I returned to the dining room.  Victoria and
Marta were talking quietly.  I landed, chang- ing back.

"David!  I am glad to see you again!" Marta smiled.  Her gorgeous face had the
two bluest, swirling eyes.  I wanted to dive into those twin pools.  My cock
strained in my pants.  Marta was all I cared about.  I wanted her _badly_.  The
room vanished and I could only think about fucking Marta for eternity.  Victoria
who?  Marta's lips met mine, sending me to the farthest reaches of the universe. 
Her presence surrounded me, and I wanted all of her.  She pressed her pelvis
against mine, grinding forcefully as we kissed madly, driven by lust.  My tongue
worked inside her mouth.  I could only hope it was as good for her as it was for
me...

Victoria pulled us apart.  Eyes blazing red, she hissed at Marta.  "He is
_mine_," she said, trying to burn a hole through the love of my life with her
eyes.  "Violate our bond, and I will kill you."

My heart's desire smirked.  "He is yours as long as you can keep him." Marta's
eyes reddened.  "And you would do well to remember that you may be Countess, but
_I_ am a full vampire," she said, malice dripping from each sexy word she
uttered.  "I would serve him as I served your father," Marta concluded, still
staring at Victoria.  It was a vampire cat fight, and I knew for whom I was
cheering mightily.  She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that would be
delicious.  The woman of my darkest and most far-fetched sexual dreams.  She had
even just said that she would serve me willingly.  My every depraved command.

"David, call the mayor's daughter."  Someone was speaking... to me.  With an
effort, I pulled my eyes away from my love, my heart's desire, my ultimate
fantasy... and turned to Victoria.  My nuts tightened in complaint, and I gave a
little groan of pain.  The woman with brown hair frowned.  "Call the -- "

I cut her off.  "I heard you."  There was a strong undercurrent of irrit- ation
in my voice.  All I wanted was for her to leave me and Marta the fuck _alone_. 
My brain reluctantly put down the copy of the Marta Sutra it had been zealously
reading, and reached out for the young girl.  "I have come for you again, my
sweet Agnes."

She responded immediately, eagerly.  "Will you come to me tonight?"

"No, Agnes.  But I am very close.  I am at the castle.  We can be together in the
castle.  But you must come to me tonight."  Victoria and I had dis- cussed this
part many times during the day.  "You want me to _WHAT_?" I had said.  My refusal
had died quietly.  Those brown eyes, wonderful silky mouth, and sweet throat had
persuaded me.  I wondered how deep Marta's throat was. My dick jumped.

"Who is Marta?"  Agnes' question rang in my head.

"No one, dear Agnes," I lied, quickly regaining my composure.  It was ob- vious
that I'd have to forget about Marta for the time being.  "Come to me. I will make
you... feel very good."  The young girl's desire hit me with hurricane force as
soon as I said it.  My dick jumped again, this time for Agnes.  It was still
trapped in my pants.

"I..."  Agnes paused her thought.  Anxiety flooded the mental link.  "I want to,
really.  But I _can't_.  My father was _very_ upset that I am no longer a virgin.
 He -- he -- "  The worst thing about a mental link is that it's harder not to
think about something than it is not to say it.  I picked up Agnes' recollections
as she hesitated.  I got very angry as I saw her father hit her.

"You must come to me tonight.  I will make it better," I cajoled her, truly
wanting to console the poor thing.  My mortal side came out - but just for an
instant.

"I can't.  I just _can't_.  My father has locked me in my room.  I can not get
out."  Her disappointment at this transmitted very clearly.  I could still sense
her boiling desire just below the surface of her thoughts.  My cock jumped again.

"She's locked in her room.  Her father has beaten her and locked her up because
of last night.  Now what?"  I addressed the statement to both women, but the
accusatory tone of my message was directed at Victoria.  She didn't seem to care.

"I can mist," Marta said, breaking the strained silence.  "I will free her, and
send her here."  Her voice was smoky, sensual.  "I do this to prove the folly of
your plan, Victoria.  I will not bite the girl.  The _last_ thing that I want is
another female vampire," Marta finished in her sultry, silken voice.  Marta
looked at me.  "But she must invite me in the house.  I cannot enter of my own
will.  David, tell her to invite me in when I get there."

Oh, that wonderful, enchanting voice!  And it was directed at me.  I wanted her
badly and Marta knew it.  She would be fucking my brains out soon. But first, I
had to go along with Victoria's plan.  "Agnes, someone will come.  You must ask
her to come in so she may free you.  Then we can be to- gether, and it will be
better than last night.  I can't wait to see you again, Agnes."  A solid wall of
lust fell on my brain as Agnes' excitement shot back through the link.  I turned
to look for my true love, but she had already flown away, heading for the town. 
The brown-haired woman regarded me curiously.

"Are you all right, David?" she asked.  "I know what Marta is doing to you.  She
does not love you.  Her desire is because she is lonely.  I promise I will make
it better."

"You can't make it better than she can.  I will be Marta's new master. She will
be my willing slave," I said, not caring that I had just insulted Victoria.  "You
can't tell me what Marta wants.  I will have her, and she will respond to me." 
There was a razor-sharp edge to my tone.  I had meant every word that I had just
said.  I had no way of knowing that my desire was fueled by Marta's skill at
wielding her supernatural sensuality.  However, at that moment, Victoria was just
a nagging, unattractive bitch.

"As you wish," was all Victoria said in response, and she walked away from me.  I
didn't care.  Nothing much happened for the next hour or so.  We pointedly
ignored each other.  Victoria told me that it was time to go to the drawing room,
and sent a guard down the road to escort Agnes to the castle. The girl arrived,
and looked around the empty foyer.

"Come to me, Agnes," I spoke out loud as I opened the drawing room door. Agnes
turned, and her actions slowed as my power wrapped itself around her weakened
will.  She walked in, eyes glazed, full of trance-like wonder.  Her mind was in
complete thrall.  Her round, innocent face and those eyes made me feel a little
guilty.  I stepped back to look at her again.  I could see her married to a
respectable young man from the town in five years.  She would become the meek,
dutiful, rural housewife her father obviously intended her to be.  She would
_not_ be a virgin bride, however.  "Take off your clothes."

She obeyed quickly.  Her nipples were erect, and I didn't need any vampire powers
to tell me that she was aroused.  On the other hand, she was broad- casting her
extremely powerful lust through the link we shared, and I was too close to her to
avoid sensing it.  My penis was already erect and just look- ing for a hole to
climb into.  I looked at the virginal young girl again. Her desire was almost
tangible and it dominated our link, overflowing into the rest of my mind,
including the libido.  Marta who?  "Lie down on the table," I commanded.

Her eyes fluttered as she did so.  "Yesss... taaaake... meeee..." Agnes said,
sounding as if she were far away.  Her lips were slightly parted, and she pouted.
 The flush blossomed across her chest.  Her breathing became rapid and shallow. 
I ripped off my pants, finally freeing my oppressed cock. Agnes squirmed, and
moaned loudly at the sight in anticipation.  I positioned myself at her
untraveled entrance.  Hot, humid waves filled the air around the head of my dick
and I couldn't wait any longer.  I began to push into her.

It was a slow process.  Agnes' pussy squeezed every bit of my dick that was in
her with an incredibly pleasurable force; it simultaneously pushed at the head
against any further penetration.  Agnes was soon bucking, crying, moaning, as a
string of tiny orgasms rippled through her body.  Her hips convulsed as we
finally managed to get my cock all the way in her no-longer virginal vagina.  I
moved slowly, hoping that the gripping, pulling sensation would ease and hoping
that it would not.  Agnes' first major orgasm started with a loud wail.  She
began to fuck back at me with unchained fervor.  I flooded her in a very short
time, having been stimulated beyond belief by the pulsations of her orgasm and
the friction of fucking her tight cunt.

I pulled out with a slurp.  "Ohhhh...  Was sooooo gooooood..." Agnes moaned over
and over, still writhing.  Our afterglow was interrupted by Victoria's entrance.

"The mayor is coming!  Quick!  Get her ready!" she said, not quite in a panic. 
She turned and headed back out the room.  Oh well, I thought, time for business
again.  I walked over to the corner of the room opposite from the hall entrance.

"Agnes, come to me," I commanded, again pulling at her with my power, cutting
short her post-orgasmic thrill.  I'd make it up to her.  She climbed off the
table and approached me.  Our eyes locked.  (Now I know.  They spin.) I could
feel Agnes' sexual hunger reverberate in my soul through the link.  I reached and
kissed her, my tongue darting in and out of her mouth.  She re- sponded clumsily,
but with a great deal of enthusiasm.  Then I bit her.  Her body trembled,
assaulted by the electricity of my special kiss.  She suddenly relaxed,
succumbing to the ecstasy that dwarfed any of her earlier orgasms. Agnes moaned
sweetly.  I left her neck bleeding although I stopped drinking. Agnes grabbed at
me to help support herself.

"Enter freely, and of your own will," Victoria's voice carried from the foyer. 
It was immediately followed and drowned out by an angry male voice.

"What have you done with my daughter??  Woman, I should have called the police
when you came to my door!  What are you doing in the castle??  Where are the
guards??"

"Kneel, Agnes.  Service me willingly, lovingly, wantonly with your mouth." She
began to lick and suck my cock clumsily.  I gently held her head, giving her
silent instructions, and guiding her strokes with my hands.  She learned quickly,
and was soon giving me a very good blowjob.

The drawing room opened and I heard a man gasp.  "Agnes!"  His sweet, innocent
daughter stopped her oral attentions for a moment.  She looked at her father. 
Turning back to me, she stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it along the
underside of my cock, looking at me adoringly.  She moved her body and resumed
her efforts, smacking loudly.  She made no effort to disguise the pleasure she
was taking.  Agnes had moved so that she could look defiantly at her father while
she sucked.

A killing rage contorted his face, and the man moved with amazing swift- ness. 
"Stop, and watch how your innocent child enjoys her corruption." Marta's voice
came from behind us, and the mayor was unable to move after his initial two
steps.  Marta was incredibly powerful, for the mayor just stood, eyes glued on
Agnes and my glistening cock.

"Tell your father what else you can do, Agnes," Victoria coaxed, standing in the
doorway.

"I can fuck," Agnes giggled.  "I fucked him, Daddy."  She licked my dick like a
lollipop, then continued speaking.  "Daddy, I fucked him and I lo-o-o- oved it. 
And now -- "  She gave me another sloppy, lewd, highly visible lick.  "I'm
sucking his cock.  It tastes sooo goood... Mmmmm," Agnes purred as she placed her
mouth around my cock and resumed bobbing her head.  I sent her another silent
command.

"I want your juice, master!" Agnes squealed.  "I want to feeel it, taaste it...
and, and -- _drink_ it.  Give me your juice, pleeease!"  Her hand pumped faster
on my slick shaft.  Agnes giggled some more, chanting, "Masterrr, cummm,
masterrr, cummmm..."  With that added stimulation, it wasn't long before I did,
spurting satisfying streams of semen onto Agnes. She purred and cooed and laughed
as the milky white fluid landed on her. She took my cock back into her mouth
after several jets had hit her.  She rolled her tongue around my coming cock,
sucking happily, purring loudly until the spurts became dribbles.  She wiped at
the come on her face and body, licking her fingers in an obscene manner.  Agnes
looked at her father. "Would you like me to do _you_ now, Daddy?"  The expression
on her face was one of absolute lust taken to the point of decadence.  The voice
had no business being on a 15-year old girl.

The mayor had a large bulge in his pants; Marta continued to sit, filing her
nails and looking disinterested.  Agnes began to crawl towards her father,
whispering wanton obscenities to him.  "Stop her, my love," Marta's voice danced
in my head.  "We will have time, later."  Agnes stopped, stood up, and returned
to me.  I gave her a long, wet kiss.  She responded fully, and much less clumsily
than before.

Victoria broke the silence.  "I am the Countess Dracula.  I have returned with a
new Count, to reclaim the family home and birthright.  I hereby claim your
daughter as my maidservant.  Henceforth, her family shall be ours for all time." 
Victoria's eyes turned red. The man's anger turned to fear as the enthralled
kitchen staff and guards entered the room.  Their neck wounds were very fresh,
having been "touched up" for the occasion.

"Agnes..." the mayor squeaked.  His daughter responded by kneeling and starting
another blowjob.  "Fuck me again, master!" she said between slurps. Her father
ran screaming from the drawing room and out into the night, pur- sued by
Victoria.

When she came back a few minutes later, Agnes was cuddled in a plush chair,
sleeping.  Marta was giving me the blowjob, and I was hissing, "Yess, baby,
yess!" repeatedly.  Marta stopped as Victoria re-entered the room.  "If that does
not get Van Helsing to come kill the vampires, nothing will," she said bitterly. 
"You have sealed our doom, foolish girl.  I for one, intend to enjoy my final
hours.  Fuck me, David."  I eagerly began to remove Marta's clothes.

"YOU - WILL - NOT - TAKE - PLEASURES - WITH - MY - HUSBAND!"  Marta stood up,
half-naked, and locked eyes with Victoria.  The battle over me had begun in
earnest.  Both women's eyes were bright red.  The hair on my body stood up as
arcane power filled the room.  Victoria's knees began to buckle.  "No! -- I -- am
-- Coun -- tess -- Drac -- ula!"  Her voice was strained, weak. Marta smiled
evilly, saying nothing.  Suddenly, Marta's eyes snapped wide open in fear.  She
turned and ran away without a word.

Victoria - my wife - collapsed on the floor.  Lifting her head, she looked up at
me with unfocused eyes.  "I am my father's daughter..." she said quietly, then
her eyes closed, and her head fell back to the carpet.  I carried her to her
father's chamber, and lay her on the bed.  I didn't know what had happened
between Marta and Victoria, but I didn't care.  I was wor- ried by Victoria's
pallor and ragged, shallow breathing.  I watched her for a couple of hours until
I fell asleep with my arm protectively draped across her body.

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*** by Victoria's vampire stepmother, Marta. Marta works at seducing David ***
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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 13: It's A Family Affair...

The castle was _very_ quiet the next day.  I went outside to find the guard posts
and souvenir stands deserted.  There was a big, crude, hand- painted sign on the
outer gate.  It said, "CASTLE CLOSED" in big, black letters.  Victoria's plan was
working so far; I just wished she were con- scious to enjoy it.  Unable to do
anything about Victoria's condition, I busied myself in the kitchen.  I was
happily munching a cholesterol-laden breakfast when I heard a voice.  "Hello?  Is
anyone here?  Please?"  It was Agnes.

I walked to the foyer.  Upon seeing me, Agnes fainted.  I rolled my eyes. Gee, I
always wanted to have that effect on women.  I knelt next to her, patting her
hand gently, waiting for her to come to.  Her eyes opened, and immediately filled
with fear.  "Vampire...  Daylight..." she whispered.  She started to cry, then
stopped sniffling.  "My family has rejected me.  My father does not want me in
the house, the townspeople run away.  I have no- where to go."  Agnes bowed her
head, kneeling.  "I am your servant forever."

"Stand up, child."  Victoria appeared, looking slightly pale.  "I am sorry that
your family has exiled you.  That was not my intent.  I welcome you to castle
Dracula."  Agnes gaped at Victoria, who walked over to me and gave me a short,
wet kiss.  "Good morning, my husband."  My wife was not as well as she pretended
to be; she leaned on me a little more than usual.  I supported her gently. 
"Agnes, please shop for us.  We are having up to nine for dinner tonight.  Tell
the cook at the inn; he will tell you what you need," Victoria gently instructed.

"Yes, Countess.  I am experienced in hosting a formal dinner.  You will not be
disappointed."  Agnes looked at us strangely.  "I -- I..."  Her voice faltered.

"Yes, we move about during the day.  You have nothing to fear from us, dear young
girl.  I am sorry for last night, but it was necessary.  Your father is a
stubborn man," Victoria explained, answering Agnes' unspoken question.

"You... apologize to me?" Agnes asked, her voice showing her amazement.
"Countess, I am your servant.  I should not question your will," she said,
curtsying.  She turned and left the castle purposefully.  Victoria sagged against
me.  Her body felt cold and clammy.  I dragged her to a sofa where I made her lie
down.  She protested feebly, but within a minute, she was fast asleep.  She
breathed deeply, easily, and steadily.  There wasn't much to do until sundown, so
I sat down and stroked her hair while she slept.

Agnes returned with enough food to feed an army.  I helped her with the
groceries.  "Count -- you do not have to help me," the young girl said.  I heard
fear tinge her voice.  She was surprised at my kindness and humanity. I spoke
lightly with her as we worked, and that seemed to calm her down.  She refused the
money I offered her.  "That is not necessary, master.  The mer- chants do not
wish to offend you, so they gave me the food.  If only to keep me and the curse
out of their store."  We finished putting the food away.  "I am sorry that I am
no longer welcome in town, but perhaps you will favor me on occasion, master."  I
was confused because she kept referring to me as "master."  During the day, I had
no power over her.

"Agnes -- I'm not really Count Dracula.  My name is David, and I'm an American. 
I am the Countess' husband, but I'm not nobility.  I'm not your master, and it
makes me uncomfortable to hear you say that," I said, as the two of us started
preparations for the cook's arrival.

"No.  I am yours.  You have marked me without --," she indicated the bite marks
on her neck.  Her voice got softer, and her eyes fluttered.  "You have also
marked me within..."  Agnes parted her lips slightly.  I could hear her hoarse
breathing, and her cheeks turned a faint pink.  Agnes' eyes drooped, and she
leaned slightly towards me.  Oh shit, I thought.  Now I've got a 15- year old
girl with a crush on me.  I backed away slowly, hoping that she would understand.
 Her face filled with disappointment as she opened her eyes.  "As you wish,
master," she whispered, bowing her head.  I left the kitchen feeling like a
complete heel.  I went back to the drawing room to resume my vigil over Victoria.

About an hour before sundown, she opened her eyes sleepily.  She rubbed her eyes
and shook her head as if to clear the fog.  "Good evening, my love," Victoria
said, kissing me very deeply.  She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me
tightly.  She _felt_ better.  "Marta contested my will last night.  It was very
-- strenuous.  I proved my birthright, and she will serve without question from
now on."  Victoria sat back down.  "But now I am hun- gry.  We will also need
food for Marta.  Bring me four strong young men from the village, David.  We will
have to be ready for Van Helsing."

I flew into town on my mission as soon as the sun had set.  It turned out to be
an easy task, because I quickly found four young men dressed in soccer uniforms
at a park just outside the town.  They were engaged in conversation after the
game, ignoring the darkness.  I dove, biting each of them (I'm get- ting better
at this fang thing), and turned back into human form.  I com- manded them to
drive to the castle.  They got in the car and left, with me flying on ahead of
them.  Marta met me outside in the courtyard.  "Where's dinner?  Victoria said
you would have something for me," she said, leaning provocatively against a
shuttered souvenir stand.

"It's on the way.  They didn't have room for me in their car," I replied. I
looked at Marta's blue, blue eyes.  She was very pretty.  Very inviting. Very
sexy...

"I'd rather have a cocktail first," she purred, walking over to me.  Her hips
swayed hypnotically.  She put her arms around me, drawing close.  My dick got
hard, and my head started to spin in time with her eyes.  "You do have something
for me," Marta whispered.  "Just a little bite.  Victoria doesn't have to know." 
She brushed my neck with a fang.  My mouth opened of its own accord.  My fangs
extended, seeking Marta's essence.  I leaned to Marta's neck...

The gate opened, and the car of soccer players drove up.  The headlights
interrupted our clandestine embrace before I could actually bite her.  Marta
hissed, "Shit!" as she grabbed my arm.  She looked at me tenderly.  "There will
be another time, my sweet, young vampire," she purred.  Her eyes spun again,
drawing me into her.  Marta's voice became throaty; sexy.  "My lord- to-be, and
new master.  I shall serve your _every_ desire."  We led the young men into the
castle.  Victoria was too hungry to notice my erection.  She and Marta each fed
on two of the men.  This left the soccer players alive while allowing the women
to gorge themselves.  The men would not be playing soccer for a while, though. 
The guards carried the unconscious bodies to another room.

"Now what?" I asked as we had blood and cigars in the living room.  The smell of
food wafted from the kitchen.

"We wait...  For the other shoe to drop?" Victoria answered.  Her use of English
idioms was improving.  I nodded.  Marta reclined in her chair, crossing her legs
leisurely.  Her foot described absent-minded, lazy circles about her ankles.  She
was attractive, but I was not consumed by her as I had been earlier.  She was
obviously keeping her power and desire for me under a lid.  Whatever had passed
between Victoria and Marta the previous night was sufficient to keep Marta a
respectful distance away from me in Victoria's presence.  The phone rang and my
wife answered.  "Ah!  Set the table!  We will have three guests arriving soon,"
she said as she hung up.  We all moved to the dining room as the mesmerized
waitresses moved quickly around us in response to the command.

A few minutes later, the door opened.  One of the enthralled guards announced,
"Minister Van Helsing, his nephew Benjamin, and Mayor Hunyadi."  I thought I saw
surprise flash across Victoria's face for a second, but it was gone instantly, if
it had ever been there.  Suddenly, a stocky middle-aged man appeared in the
dining room doorway, wielding a cross.

"Begone, foul demon!!!" he commanded, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Marta
shrieked and ran to the farthest corner, hissing.  She cowered, eyes red, fangs
fully extended.  Her face elongated slightly, giving her a lupine appearance.  I
wondered if I could do that.  The man advanced, waving a small vial filled with a
clear liquid threateningly at Marta.  Victoria watched him walk past, more than a
trace of amusement on her face.

"Simon, _she's_ not the Countess Dracula.  _I_ am," my wife sighed, trying not to
laugh.  Simon???  The man wheeled with impressive quickness, opened the vial and
threw its contents on her.  "I have already taken a shower, I was already clean. 
But I am insulted that you fail to recognize me," Victoria said evenly.  She
wiped her face with a napkin.  Marta, Van Helsing, and Mayor Hunyadi gasped
loudly in unison.  Marta had stopped hissing, and her face was normal, but she
didn't move from the corner.

The boy, a teenager, spoke.  "Auntie Victoria?"  Simon Van Helsing's jaw dropped,
as did his hand holding the cross.  Marta left the corner, ap- proaching him
warily.  She circled, still a respectful distance away from him.  Benjamin walked
over to Victoria and hugged her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Nooo, Benjamin!!!" Simon roared.  "She's enthralled you lad!  Snap out of it!!!"
 He raised the cross at Victoria, who just looked at him.  Marta began her
attack, moving like lightning, but stopped short as if she had run into a brick
wall.  Simon attacked my wife, pushing Benjamin away.  I decided that enough was
enough.  I grabbed him with one hand, and dragged him to a chair. I forced him
into a sitting position. (I'm getting stronger every day.)

"Auntie, are you all right?" the boy asked.  Victoria stood up and nodded,
straightening her hair.

"Yes, Benjamin, I am.  Benjamin, this is my husband, David.  David, meet my
nephew, Benjamin."

"Nice to meet you Ben - "  Simon squirmed in my grasp.  "Oh _sit_ still, would
you?  If we had wanted to kill you, we would have by now.  You must have realized
that your cross doesn't work, and neither does your holy water."  I sniffed the
air and figured out why Marta hadn't been able to finish her attack.  "The garlic
just plain smells bad on you."

"Auntie Victoria... Are you really a... a... v-v-v..." the boy stuttered. He was
fascinated, not frightened by his aunt.

"Yes, Benjamin.  But please, do not tell your parents.  They would think that you
are crazy, and I would not offer them any proof to the contrary." Victoria turned
to the men, who were appreciably pale.  "Please, join us for dinner.  I have made
arrangements for us all.  We have a wonderful kitchen staff."  Marta hissed once
and left the room, giving our dinner guests a wide berth.  My wife mouthed the
word "garlic" and I nodded.  "Simon, do you still not recognize me? I realize
that it has been a little while, but not _that_ long," Victoria pouted.

Simon gaped.  "Victoria... Heresford?" he gasped.

"I am truly Mina Harker's daughter, Victoria, so it is Victoria Harker. Except
--"  She proudly held out her hand, displaying her wedding band.  "I am now
Victoria Morton."  She smiled warmly at me.  Simon wasn't so happy. He wiped his
brow feverishly, looking extremely pale.  "Yes, your distant cousin is really the
Countess Dracula, daughter of your family's ancient enemy.  But that is past, I
would hope."  She clapped her hands and the soup arrived.  "Let us eat.  We may
discuss business afterwards."

The meal was excellent.  Dinner conversation was limited to Benjamin and Victoria
discussing family matters.  Simon ate hungrily, but in silence.  His eyes had
become saucers when Victoria and I started to eat when they did. The mayor kept
casting nervous glances at his daughter, who was coordinating the waitresses'
efforts.  Agnes seemed not to notice.  "You know, Mr. Mayor," I began.  The man
jumped and his eyes bugged out.  "Agnes would really like to come home.  You can
not blame her for what has happened.  Besides, it would serve you well to be
less..."  I searched for the proper word.  "Pro- tective of her.  This is not the
nineteenth century."  Agnes blushed, having overheard my little speech.

Mayor Hunyadi's face filled with rage (he's a very angry man, it seems), and his
whole body trembled.  "You -- VILE creature -- have no right to speak of my dead
daughter.  She is no longer alive, and YOU have despoiled her." He growled,
choking on his angry words.  A tear ran silently down his daughter's cheek.  The
mayor ignored her, staring maliciously at me.

"David," my wife interrupted, "we do not discuss business over a fine meal here
at the castle."  It was a reprimand.  "That is the American way," she finished. 
She smiled at me to soften the impact of her words, but she did make her point. 
I'd have to learn the etiquette befitting a Carpathian noble.  Victoria's rebuke
did nothing to diminish the tension between the mayor and myself.  To further
complicate matters, Agnes' heartbreak washed through the hypnotic link we shared.
 I kept my mouth shut through the rest of the meal.  After dessert, we moved to
the drawing room for brandy and cigars.  Marta was still absent.

Victoria stood and waited for me to light her holdered cigarette.  She leaned
against the fireplace looking very much like the flapper girl she said she had
been.  "Simon, I want the castle back," she stated.  Simon choked on his brandy. 
"I want the souvenir stands out of the courtyard, especially that damned vampire
hunter kit one.  Everything else is -- _negotiable_."

"Victoria, I am sorry.  There is no area for negotiation.  The state and the
surrounding area are starving for money right now.  The castle brings in a good
deal of money," Simon said firmly.  "I do not have the power to close the
castle," he apologetically added.

"I will make it up to the town, as far as the money," Victoria resumed. She
paused for a moment, thinking.  "We would not live here permanently, but we would
like to be able to come home.  If I leave certain areas of the cas- tle open
while we are gone, would that be more acceptable?  Of course, the daytime
restriction would still have to apply."  Simon's eyes flickered. Victoria had
started him thinking.  I was impressed by Victoria's negotiating skills.  She
wasn't using any hypnotic power as far as I could tell.  "In fact," Victoria
continued, "I could leave you everything except the second floor and dungeon. 
Even when we would be here."

"What about concessions?  Food and souvenirs?" Simon asked, obviously warming to
the idea.  An alarm started going off in my head for some reason. I looked around
the room nervously.  Benjamin's eyes were closed; his snifter was empty. The
mayor was sitting defensively, glowering alternately at Vic- toria, Simon and me.
 Victoria walked over to me for another light.  She kissed me on the cheek for
the courtesy.

"The courtyard.  The stable area could be arranged to provide shel-"

Mayor Hunyadi jumped to his feet.  "Enough!!!  You!" he shouted, pointing a
finger at Van Helsing.  "I called you, the great vampire hunter to destroy the
devil's spawn!  Now you would make deals with them!"  His eyes were wild. I tried
to grab his mind, but I couldn't catch his eyes long enough to make contact. 
"DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!" the mayor roared and began to chant.  I recognized the
language from that endless high school torture known as Latin.

"No, Hunyadi!!!" Simon shouted, bolting for the mayor.  Mayor Hunyadi pulled a
gun and Van Helsing froze instantly.  He didn't even twitch.  The hair on the
back of my neck stood up as the man chanted.  It was a faint, irritating
sensation, akin to nails on a blackboard in an adjacent room. Victoria was
grimacing as well.  She must have been hearing it too.  I saw the mayor point the
gun at Victoria, and I moved to protect her.  My feet felt as if they were mired
in quicksand, and I moved much slower than I wanted to.

A screech signaled Marta's reappearance.  She rushed into the drawing room,
screaming.  Hunyadi turned and calmly shot her three times.  Before he could
return his attentions to my wife, both Simon and I jumped him.  We wrestled the
gun from him, and Simon ended his frantic struggles with a _very_ solid fist to
the jaw while I held him.  I turned my attentions to the rest of the room. 
Victoria was kneeling over Marta, talking quietly as the blonde vampire lay very
still.  Benjamin decorated the carpet, moaning.  I was a little surprised that
Marta seemed to be hurt, then Van Helsing said quietly, "The bullets must have
been made of silver, and marked with a cross."

Victoria was helping Marta sit up; she was in obvious pain.  "Da... Da..." Marta
hoarsely whispered, reaching feebly in my direction.  Victoria looked at me, her
eyes telling me what I didn't want to know.  I walked over to the women, and
replaced Victoria as Marta's support.  My wife walked away silently, tears in her
eyes.  "See? -- I... knew..."  Marta swallowed audibly.  "That it wouldn't work."
 She gasped for breath, and her eyelids drooped.  "It hurrrrtss so baaad..." she
whispered.

I bit Marta gently.  She sighed, "Ohhh, ye-e-e-ess... My young, sweeet masss..." 
Marta's eyes closed, and her body went limp.  Neither of us had wanted it to be
like this.  I lay her body on the floor with tender care. Then I stood up, and
approached the groggy, defenseless mayor who had re- gained consciousness.  Simon
moved out of my way.  Agnes stepped directly in my path, standing defensively
over her father.  "Please, master.  I beg you, do not harm him."  I was about to
make Agnes move and beg me to kill her father.  Slowly.

"David.  My love.  Please rethink what you are about to do," Victoria said, using
the quiet voice that always got my attention.  "The vampire's ultimate revenge is
to watch your enemies die.  Revenge taken in haste is something that will haunt
you for all eternity.  There are more important things than revenge, David." 
Fuck that.  I was going to roast the mayor's heart and hang his heartless body
over the hearth.

"You must think about the reaction you would cause," Victoria continued, as the
anger in my eyes still burned.  "If he is dead, he will become a mar- tyr to the
townspeople, and they will hunt you down.  If not them, then their children.  Am
I correct, Simon?"  Simon nodded as Victoria walked over to me.  She stroked my
trembling arm, and kissed my neck, flicking her tongue across my throat for an
instant.  The only sound in the room was Benjamin's snoring.

I was still boiling mad, but my wife's gentle voice was beginning to take effect.
 I stood, silent and trembling with rage.  Finally, after a very long instant, I
commanded, "Agnes, remove your father's garlic wreath."  Her eyes became vacant,
and she obeyed woodenly.  "Victoria, I leave his fate in your much wiser hands,
because I _will_ kill him."  Turning to the rest of the group, I continued. 
"Simon, let's get out of this room and go to the living room.  Guards, bring the
boy and be gentle.  Agnes, you must come with us." Agnes fought my power briefly,
but she didn't have the will to provide more than token resistance.  Simon led
everybody out of the drawing room in si- lence, not turning back to look. 
Victoria and Mayor Hunyadi joined us after five minutes.

"Agnes, it is time that we left," Mayor Hunyadi said.  Agnes gaped at her father.
 "Come, child, we should leave the Count and Countess alone now. Minister Van
Helsing, Count and Countess, my daughter and I would take our respectful leave. 
We thank you graciously for your hospitality this evening."  He paused, looking
at his stunned daughter.  "Agnes?"  The girl curtsied and her father nodded in
approval.  Agnes' eyes thanked Victoria as they left, since it was clearly
improper for her to speak.  Father and daughter exited the castle hand in hand,
escorted by two guards.

"Now, where were we, Simon?" Victoria asked.  Coffee was served and cigars passed
as if nothing had happened earlier.  I went back to the drawing room, but Marta's
body had vanished.  There were ashes in the carpet, and I cried internally for
the woman I would never have.  I returned to the drawing room, sullen.  Victoria
stuck to me protectively, and warmed my body.  She broad- cast her concern for my
emotional state.  Her gaze held nothing but love.  It was obvious that the
night's events were too fresh in everybody's mind, and that nothing more would be
accomplished until tomorrow.  The discussion meandered aimlessly before stalling.

"Simon, you are welcome to stay," Victoria announced.  She stood and stretched
lazily, giving me a playful look.  She knew how much I liked to watch her do
that.  "Benjamin is clearly in no shape to argue.  The guest rooms on the second
floor are ready."  Simon agreed, yawning involuntarily, and we all went up the
steps.  Victoria carried her still-sleeping nephew, placing him in the first
guest room.  She tucked him in, kissing him lightly on the cheek.  He sighed, and
we quietly closed the door.  Not that it would have mattered.  "He is very well
behaved for a sixteen-year-old.  I will have to commend my grand-niece," Victoria
said.

We continued down the hall.  "Simon, this is where you will stay."  My wife
indicated his room, a few doors away from Benjamin's.  "We will be in the master
suite, David and I."  She linked her arm with mine.  Anticipating the question
forming on Simon's lips, she shrugged.  "We can survive holy water, crosses, and
garlic.  Why would we sleep in a coffin?  Why would we _want_ to sleep in a
coffin?"  Victoria gave me a squeeze and a knowing smile.  We turned, leaving
him.

"Victoria," Simon called.  We stopped and looked at him.  "One of the serving
girls is lying naked in my bed," he said, perplexed.

"Consider it a... _courtesy_ of castle Dracula, Tourism Minister Van Hel- sing. 
The hospitality and thoughtfulness of the Countess Dracula are legen- dary,"
Victoria demurely replied, bowing slightly.  I could see Simon smile. He wasted
no time in returning to his room, shutting the door without as much as a good
night.  "Come, my husband.  I am tired, and I would sleep with you."  There was a
pause.  "I _need_ to sleep with you," she emphasized.  We went to the master
suite, dressed for bed, and lay down together.  Victoria rolled on top of me. 
"David?"

"Mmmm?" I responded as I stroked her back, temporarily lost in my own thoughts.

"It was wonderful thing you did for Marta.  She did not deserve to die in pain." 
Victoria looked into my eyes.  "You wanted her, yes?  You would bite her for love
slave?  It was her power that made you notice her at first, but after, I was not
so sure."

"She didn't need to die, Victoria," I answered without answering.

"It was my fault.  I thought that only Van Helsing would have weapons. Simon
didn't know that Hunyadi knew the Paresi curse as well."  I looked at her
strangely, and Victoria began to explain.  "Is magical spell to hold vampires
before speaker, and leave them helpless.  That was the strange feeling you had
when he was speaking in Latin.  Your love that turned me into quarter vampire
saved my life.  Being full vampire, Marta was much more susceptible."  My wife
closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her pretty face burdened by guilt.  "I was a
fool.  I underestimated my opponent.  Hunyadi had gun and special bullets to
avenge daughter; I should have known better." Victoria lay her head on my chest
and opened her eyes again.  "Now I am truly last member of Dracula clan."

"Vic-," I started.

"Ssshhh.  Just hold me," Victoria whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and
closing her eyes.  A tear trickled down my chest, and Marta was mourned by both
of us.

I was greeted in the kitchen the next afternoon by the young woman who had spent
the night with Simon.  She had _that_ smile on her face, and blushed when she
said, "Good afternoon, Count."  Simon, Benjamin and Victoria showed up for a very
late lunch about an hour later.  The young woman and Simon's eyes met and
lingered for a somewhat discreet moment; they both turned shyly away from each
other.  Although Victoria's power of command had vanished at sunrise, it appeared
that Simon possessed some magic of his own.

Benjamin looked horrid.  He was _still_ hung over from the brandy.  His aunt gave
him a familial kiss on the cheek, gently (and softly) lecturing, "Brandy is to be
sipped and savored, not guzzled like cheap American beer." There wasn't much
conversation during the meal and we all just sat around the table for a while
after.  Nobody seemed to want to do anything.  "My husband is a good cook, yes?"
Victoria said, patting my hand.  There was mild frus- tration on her face.  Her
mind had turned to business, and she wanted it dispensed with.

The group finally retired to the drawing room, and the negotiations began in
earnest.  Simon seemed to be _extremely_ receptive and sympathetic to Vic-
toria's desires.  (Amazing what good sex can do, isn't it?)  He also ex- plained
his official position as Minister of Tourism Van Helsing.  "It will be awkward,
since I was hired to be the head vampire hunter, and make sure that the castle
would be vampire-free for the tourists.  Now I'll have to come up with a
plausible story as to why certain areas of the castle are to be placed
off-limits."

"Simon, again, we will not be living here.  David and I have a home in the United
States," Victoria said.  "But I would like to be able to come home and be free of
tourists for a while.  Perhaps the castle can be closed tempo- rarily; we would
let you know in advance by a month," she said hopefully.  I could see "that won't
work" written on Simon's face, even if my wife didn't.

I broke the awkward silence.  "Perhaps if you could schedule periodic castle
closings; you know, for -- maintenance.  We could schedule ourselves around those
periods."  Victoria glared at me as I spoke.  She obviously believed in the
superiority of her birthright over any other claim.  "Say, three weeks every
quarter.  To offset the loss of revenue, we can have the kitchen staff cater
private breakfasts and lunches while we're gone."  An- other bright idea hit me. 
"When we're here, we could host one or two formal dinners.  Just think, dine with
the "Countess Dracula..."

"No.  Not that," Victoria objected, hands on her hips.  "We do not want everybody
coming through and testing us to see if we are vampires, David.  Is _very_ bad
idea.  But, I am willing to compromise on scheduling, Simon." Victoria rearranged
herself and cuddled against me, giving me a little smile. "We have reminded the
townspeople that they live in the shadow of castle Dracula.  The new Count -- " 
My wife turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "Is considerably less
bloodthirsty than the old.  I do not wish the townspeople to fear the castle." 
Victoria paused and sighed, "But vampire hunter kits on sale in the courtyard is
considerably short of the respect I desire."

From there, an agreement was struck in short order.  I told Simon pri- vately
that I'd introduce him to supermodel Alexandra Bowers to grease the wheels a
little bit.  I figured she'd probably kill the old boy, but what a way to go.  We
got down to specifics and legal arrangements remarkably fast after that little
discussion.  Agnes returned shortly before sundown while dinner was being
prepared.  "Countess, I wish to thank you for sparing my father and for returning
me to my family.  I am forever your humble servant. Will you wish me to help with
dinner tonight?" she asked.  The stars were gone from her eyes as she looked at
me.  I shook my head at the volatile nature of teenage infatuation.  Victoria
dismissed Agnes, who curtsied before leaving us.  "That is proper respect for a
Count and Countess," Victoria noted.

Another marvelous meal was served in the dining room that night.  Simon was very
curious about the nature of our powers.  "You both seem so -- _human_.  I mean,
you spent the night in a room with a bed.  We negotiated during the daylight
hours in a sunny room.  _Now_ you're eating _food_ with us after dark. Are you
really...?"  Victoria extended her fangs and her eyes turned red.

"Does this answer your question, dear Simon?" she asked innocently.  Ben- jamin
gave a peep of horror, and Simon recoiled slightly in his chair.  "I -- _we_ --
can largely choose our form.  At night we can do some vampire things, but for
large part is no difference between mortal or vampire.  Yes, we do bite people
and drink their blood."  Benjamin's face turned very white, and his eyes were big
and round as saucers.  Victoria smiled at her nephew. This, of course,
prominently displayed my wife's sharp, white fangs and Benjamin lost any vestige
of color that remained in his face.  Simon trembled in his chair.  "However, we
do not kill or make more vampires, and we do not have to have blood every night."
 She changed her appearance again, and the two mortals at the table relaxed in
involuntary response.  "Most of the time, I prefer being mortal."

The small talk resumed after a brief interval.  The mortals were no doubt
reclaiming their wits.  Eventually, Simon decided that it was time for he and
Benjamin to leave the castle.  As they were putting their coats on in the foyer,
Benjamin asked Victoria, "What's it like to be bitten by a vampire? Would you
bite me, Aunt Victoria?"  Ah, the ignorance of youth.

My wife smiled, shaking her head.  "I could bite you, Benjamin.  But then would
you like being made to obey your mother all of the time?  You would not be able
to resist her or me, and I would do that for my grand-niece."  She looked up,
making a big show of thinking about something.  "It would be funny to see you
walk around school proudly showing your baby pic- "

"That's quite all right, Auntie.  I think I understand," Benjamin interrupted. 
His face had gone beet red at the mention of his baby pictures. Victoria smiled
innocently, sweetly.  I got the shivers looking at her at that moment.  It hit me
how beautiful she was.  Victoria's response seemed to make her nephew want to
leave a little faster, and he basically dragged Simon out of the door.  They were
gone, and we were finally alone in the castle. Victoria had sent the kitchen
staff home earlier.  My wife shut and locked the front door.  Smiling impishly,
she took my hand and pulled me to the living room.

"Now, my husband, it is time for the ritual of castle Dracula."  She re- moved
the painting over the fireplace, and removed a very dusty book from a safe. 
Opening it, she turned the parchment pages with a great deal of care. "I will be
speaking in my father's language; I have not had time to teach you yet.  When I
squeeze your hand, just say, 'I do.', OK?"  I nodded.  Taking my hand, she began
to speak.  Truth to tell, it sounded more like a boring, overly-dramatic
monologue from a bad stage play.  I stood there impatiently for fifteen minutes
until she squeezed my hand.  I said, "I do."; Victoria resumed her monologue for
another couple of minutes.  Then she punctured my finger (Ow!) with a fang.

"Sign your name here, in blood," she directed.  I complied, wishing that the dull
ache in my finger would go away.  She kissed my finger, sucking on the bleeding
puncture wound.  The pleasurable sizzle that accompanied the action made me
forget about the dull ache completely.  "Welcome to your new home, Count
Dracula," Victoria purred.  I smiled at her.  "There is one last thing to do,
David.  We must consummate our bond," she said.  I let my fangs come out.  "No,
we must do it _mortal_ way," she whispered, her voice throaty.   From out of
nowhere, the "Let's fuck.  NOW." expression appeared on her face.  Clothes flew
in all directions.

She pushed me over on my back and straddled me.  Easing herself onto my erection,
Victoria sighed, "I have way-yay-yay-yaited sooooo looong fooorrr thiiissss..." 
Her moaning started almost immediately, and her pussy pulled at my dick with her
every movement.  "Ohh-ohhh!  Hunnnhh...  Mmmmfff... Oooohhh..."  Victoria's hips
slid back and forth easily over my pelvis.  She did not speed up when I felt her
cunt contract rapidly.  She breathed with little gasps.  I shuddered in pleasure,
but held back my ejaculation.  My wife's pumping became circular as her climax
ended.  "Ohhh, lo-o-o-ove, I want a baby."  Where did that come from?  She kissed
me and drove her hips at me.  Victoria threw her head back with a sharp intake of
breath.

Victoria began to play with my nipples.  My body trembled as my spine registered
the tickling sensation.  She ran her hands gently around my chest, tracing
circles on it in time with her hips.  "Do you like this, David?"  I groaned in
acknowledgment.  My wife played my body like a musical instrument, slowly
creating an incredible tension with gentle movements.  It was not long before
that tension demanded release.  The sounds of my orgasm reverberated through the
empty castle as the pleasure of Victoria's ministrations reverberated through my
body.

Loud, contented purring noises rolled in my throat.  My wife had stopped moving
on top of me.  "Again, David," she whispered.  Her inner chamber contracted,
keeping me in her.  It slowly expanded, pushed by my re-inflating cock.  The
sensation kept me on orgasm's edge.  "Ohhh, ye-e-e-ess... Li-i-ike thaaaat..."
Victoria softly encouraged.  She resumed her motion, gentle and languid. 
"Nooooo...  Donnn't mooove.  Ohhh, s-s-staayyy therrre... D-d-donn't mooove... 
Soooo sweeeet..."

She was panting softly now.  Victoria leaned forward, and we kissed deeply.  Her
hips were bouncing up and down.  My cock was very slick with her warm juices, and
she slipped off after one particularly enthusiastic stroke. She frantically
repositioned herself.  My wife drove her hips down with a lustful grunt,
enveloping my rod with her slick, warm-honeyed sheath.  Vic- toria had become
very wild in our love-making, her motions much more impa- tient.  The soft pants
were ending in little squeaks.  My wife leaned forward, putting her weight on her
hands and arms while her hips continued their piston-like movement.

Her eyes were closed, and her body was rosy with the flush of arousal. Victoria
was masturbating herself furiously on her favorite quasi-human sex toy.  She was
lost to all save the joyous singing of her own body.  She leaned backwards and as
her back arched, the back of her head touched my legs.  "Ohhhh..." , she
squeaked.  "I -- I..."  My wife stopped bouncing and started bucking sharply.  My
pubic hair got soaked, and I could _really_ smell her essence.  "Huuuh-UHHH!!! 
Huuuh-UHHH!!!  Huuuh-UHHH!!!!" she howled with each thrust of her hips.

I couldn't take the stimulation; the physical combined with the mental to force
another ejaculation out of me.  I snorted, then gave a short, but loud, and not
very flattering, "URGHHH!!!!"  The tropical mixture inside of Victoria became a
little more gooey as the internal convulsions continued. Victoria was still
arched over backwards, crying.  My arms spasmodically pounded the carpet, and my
hips pumped; I could not control either of them. Time distorted...

My wife finally leaned forward, collapsing on top of me.  It seemed that several
hours had passed since our last orgasms began.  Fortunately, there was no clock
around to ground our fantastic experience in reality.  Victoria sat up on top of
me.  "Welcome to your ancestral home, Count Dracula," she said, looking tenderly
at me.  "I am your Countess for now, and all eternity."

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VICTORIA, OR HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE NIGHT MUSIC

Chapter 14: You're _WHAT???_

We left the castle later that week, inspiring relief among many of the
townspeople.  The mayor had been the only member of the town council to at- tend
our farewell dinner.  "In twenty years they will not be so frightened," Victoria
said.  "You and I have seen to that."  Her eyes glowed red in the car as she
cuddled against me in the back seat.  The driver, some private, probably wondered
why his commander had ordered him to drive us to Vienna, but orders is orders. 
"Bite the generals, and the soldiers will follow.  I love military," my wife
huskily said.

From Vienna, we went to Paris aboard the Orient Express.  My wife was very
impressed by the level of service.  "This is one of the few places in the world
where I can be treated as befits my noble standing," she commented. After another
few nights of hunting in Paris' narrow streets, Victoria took me to Monte Carlo. 
We stayed at a villa belonging to one of her financial advisers. He greeted us
the second night, destroying the illusion that we were going to have privacy for
the remainder of our honeymoon.  The man in- sisted on hosting a formal dinner
and reception in our honor.  I wanted to bite him and make him forget the whole
thing, but Victoria, as usual, was more than happy to play the part of nobility.
' We were summoned to enter the grand hall at his villa (closer to a castle,
really) after the majority of the invited guests had arrived.  Just before we
came down the staircase, the valet (Maitre'd?  I don't know these things...)
announced us.  Being introduced as "Count and Countess Dracula" was certainly an
odd feeling.  Unsure of how to respond, I hesitated, but my lovely wife pulled me
down the stairs.  Yes, she certainly was my lovely wife.  As we greeted the
guests, many of whom had titles of some sort, and all of whom had serious money,
several of the men looked at me with open envy.  That is, when they weren't
looking at Victoria with a slightly more primal emotion.  After dinner, I went
outside.  I stood on the patio overlooking the Mediterranean, drink in hand, and
watched the lights by myself.  Inside, my wife was the center of attention.

A light, tickling scratch ran across the back of my neck.  Victoria's soft lips
brushed my cheek.  (It's that vampire stealth thing again.)  "You are alone?" she
asked.  "Do you enjoy this, David?"

"Well...  You were surrounded, and I -- really didn't have anything to say," I
said softly, giving her a return kiss on the cheek.  She slipped an arm through
mine, and lay her head on my shoulder.

"David, I must teach you how to use your vampire sensuality to make your- self
more... attractive.  At night, your power can -- accent -- anything that may be
attractive to a woman.  Is what makes it easier to attract prey than waiting for
them to look you in the eye."  She paused, stroking my arm.  I trembled, and she
kissed my shoulder through the formal jacket.  "I am sorry, but it is reflex? --
action for me.  I do not think about whether or not I am doing it, and the men
react.  Please do not be jealous of me."  Damn.  She knew what I was feeling,
even before I could put _my_ finger on it.

"There is much more for you to learn, my dear husband.  Please be patient with
me, for I am learning about your world, too.  We have a long time to- gether
ahead of us, so we will both need to be at ease with our two worlds." We kissed
sweetly.  "Now, however, I wish to dance.  The music is starting. Will you dance
with your Countess?" Victoria asked, curtsying graciously.  I let her lead me
back inside to the dance floor.  We danced to the slow music, my hands gently
resting in the small of her back while her arms hung limply around my neck.

We were interrupted by a handsome young man.  "May I cut in, Count?" he asked.

Just as I opened my mouth to say "yes" and prove that I wasn't jealous of the
consequences of Victoria's attractiveness, she replied, "No, you may not."  The
response was _very_ definite.  I had been ready to let the man dance with my
wife.  She pulled me closer, burying her head in my neck.  "As guests of honor,
we can not leave early.  But as soon as music stops, we will go to the beach,"
she murmured, grinding her pelvis into mine to emphasize the nature of her
request.  I stiffened immediately in response.  The party got extremely tedious
and boring after that.

Finally, the band said, "Thank you, and good night."  Our good-byes were said
with haste; we probably offended some of the guests.  As soon as the front door
shut, Victoria and I ran down the steps to the beach, not bo- thering to change. 
The clothes were covered with sand as we gleefully tossed them away.  Victoria
ran giggling into the sea.  I caught up with her, then kissed her in ankle-deep
water.  Our kiss was eager, expressing our hunger for each other.  Victoria
leaped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist. "Can you do this?" she
whispered in the sparse moonlight.  I had no trouble seeing her deep, very brown
eyes in the darkness.  I would do anything she wanted me to.

Aided by my still-growing supernatural strength, I supported her in my hands
while probing for the magical portal to ecstasy.  I eased her onto my rigid,
twitching cock, and she wiggled, managing to rhythmically bounce her- self on me.
 The cool water provided a vivid contrast to Victoria's inner and outer heat.  I
felt my excitement grow and fade in time with the rhythm of the faint waves.

I carried her deeper into the water, getting a squeal of surprised delight among
the sighs of Victoria's passion.  Our faces became wet with the spray. The sweet
taste of Victoria's kisses was spiced by the salt of the Mediterranean.  Aided by
me, she bounced in my arms, whispering soft endear- ments between gasps and
kisses.  The water was around my knees as we continued our unusual lovemaking. 
Victoria's feet splashed water.  "Wantyou... wantyou... Ohhh..." she whimpered. 
Tickling bursts of sensation danced along my penis.

I continued further into the sea, my wife still gently sliding on top of me; the
cold water came closer to our most intimate point of contact.  My hips twitched,
and Victoria went into climax quietly.  I felt the throbbing deep inside of me. 
The warm pulsing along the underside of my cock was in- tensified by the cold
water which threatened to touch my nuts.  I moaned lovingly in my wife's mouth. 
She had stopped bouncing, and I had stopped helping her; Victoria was now
grinding against me.  She threw her head back, describing slow, gentle circles in
the air with it.  "Ooooohhh..." she purred, body relaxing.  I slipped out of her
and we kissed, standing in the water until we noticed that it had become too cold
to continue.  We returned to the villa naked, for our clothes had disappeared,
apparently washed out to sea.

My wife and I returned to the United States three weeks from the day of our
departure.  We were madly in love, much more than we had been when we left.  A
visit to the State Department in New York City started the process of getting my
wife United States citizenship.  "Carpathia?  Where in the hell is that?  Do they
even have records there?" the startled clerk asked.

I panicked momentarily, since Victoria's real birth certificate would immediately
raise questions ("Born in 18-_WHAT_?").  She had a fake one from Britain, and the
clerk seemed to think that her British birth would make his job easier.  When I
asked her about it later, Victoria just said, "I will show you how to do this. 
It will be necessary as you get older."  Victoria shopped in New York the next
day; I was too brain-dead to do much of anything except follow blindly.  When our
train left, we both slept soundly until sun- rise.  She and I crowded into the
same berth so our bodies could be in con- tact, but sleep refused to yield to
desire.  Our lassitude continued for three days after we got home, and we
unpacked leisurely.

We were barely energetic enough to feed, but the need for blood became too
painful to ignore.  We dressed up and went out to a posh nightclub in search of
fulfillment.  It didn't take long for us to be selected by our victims. The
young, well-dressed pair had a couple of drinks with us and we talked. After a
little while, they separated.  The man's wife draped herself over me as he put
his arm around Victoria.  My wife was shocked at the brazen display of marital
infidelity but said nothing.  She cast inquiring looks at me when the discussion
suddenly turned to swinging.  It was not the time nor the place to explain the
concept to Victoria, so I suggested that all of us should leave together.  The
other couple quickly agreed, forestalling my wife's questions, and they hurried
to finish their drinks.

The four of us returned to our house.  The woman (I don't remember her name)
wasted no time in grabbing my crotch.  "Fuck cocktails and small talk, I'm horny.
 David, baby, you make me hot."  I turned to face her, and her mouth opened
expectantly; my mouth opened with a different agenda.  "Ohhhh...
f-u-u-u-u-u-uck...  Whaaattt arrrrrre yooou doooooinnnnggg t-t..." she moaned. 
The man moved as soon as he realized that I wasn't just kissing his wife's neck,
but Victoria was quicker than he was.  I heard him grunt in surprise, then gasp
and sigh as another sucking noise filled the house. After we had finished, my
wife and I regarded our slaves, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously said,
"Naahhh."  We sent them away.

I went back to work a few days later, deciding that a life of leisure wasn't
really for me.  Victoria did her best to convince me otherwise the night before. 
We had almost continual sex in many new and different posi- tions.  Victoria even
surrendered her anal cherry in an effort to change my mind.  Still, I was
determined.  She stopped me at the front door that mor- ning as I tried to leave.
 "David, you do _not_ have to work.  We have more than enough money."

"Victoria, it's not the money.  I _need_ to do something during the day other
than sit around here.  I picked my line of work because I enjoy it. It's truly a
part of me, it gives me a sense of pur-"  My voice died as Victoria dropped her
robe.  "...pose," I squeaked.

"Can I not give you another purpose?" she inquired in a voice that was innocent
and not-so-innocent at the same time.  She posed seductively for me, revealing
her near-perfect body in its entirety.  Victoria had worn nothing under the robe.
 Somehow, I made it out the door.  Even more miraculously, I did _not_ hand in my
resignation that day.  I returned to an empty house; my wife was nowhere in
evidence, and her car was gone.  I waited for an hour before starting dinner. 
Shortly thereafter, Victoria called to me from the garage, "David, can you help
me?"  I carried in a _lot_ of packages.  I looked at her incredulously when I
brought the last box in.  "You work, I shop," she said with a kiss and a smile. 
After dinner, she modeled some of the clothes she had bought as I lay on the bed.
 Victoria refused to show me everything she had bought, coyly saying, "No.  Some
is for surprise."

"Are you going shopping again tomorrow?" I asked, wondering if I should quit just
to keep her out of the stores.  She launched herself onto me.

"No.  I am going to school to learn how to cook better.  I must do some- thing
during day, too, if you are not here.  Cooking is a good thing for me to do,
because vampires do not need to learn, but mortals need to know how." She smiled
at me, then we kissed and snuggled for a little while in silence. Victoria
removed my shirt.  "You have been away all day," she pouted, then kissed my
chest.  Her head moved to a nipple and Victoria's tongue came out to play.  She
teased me, kissing, nipping, licking, and stroking my chest. She stopped, sat up,
and removed her top.

Victoria unfastened her bra, tossing it on the floor, and straddled my body.  We
kissed aggressively when she leaned forward, and I began to feel the blood rush
to my groin.  Victoria pressed me down, holding me on the bed beneath her; it was
evident that she wanted to run this part of the show.  My wife ran her hands
lightly, lazily across my body.  Her lips and tongue found brief resting places
at random.  I sighed loudly.  She sat up and looked ten- derly at me.  Victoria
opened her mouth, displaying her fangs.  My wife lovingly gave me the thrill of
being bitten.

She stopped long enough to say, "No.  Don't bite me just yet.  Just enjoy."  I
had definitely missed the ecstasy of the vampire's kiss.  Victor- ia's tongue
worked against my neck, lapping the blood that spilled from the fang marks.  I
was beginning to feel the onset of an orgasm, even though we were both fully clad
from the waist down.  My awareness narrowed, and I only felt Victoria's "kiss"
and the tingle that shot through my body each time she touched me with her
tongue...

I woke up the next morning with Victoria on top of me.  We were still
half-dressed, and she had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around me.  I
gently extricated myself from her embrace.  She did not stir.  I watched the rise
and fall of her chest as I dressed, marveling at the beauty of the woman that I
loved.  She moved, hugged the pillow to her, and let a soft sigh out. I left her
with a gentle kiss on the cheek and went to work.

I returned home after dark.  Hey, work piles up if you've been gone for three
weeks.  I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the living room.  Vic- toria came
out and greeted me with a peck on the cheek.  "David, come and meet my new friend
Margot!" she said, pulling me into the living room.

A _very_ tall brunette stood and smiled.  "Hello, I'm Margot Westlake.  I just
live a couple of blocks away."  She shook my hand in a feminine manner. "I came
over to meet you both, and to drop off the welcome wagon package," she said
congenially.

"Please, sit," Victoria said.  I could see how excited she was at having a guest.
 My wife loves being a hostess.  She also loves it when we are treated as an
everyday mortal couple.  "You must stay and have dinner with us."

"I don't want to be any trouble, really," Margot half-insisted.  Her voice
indicated that she could easily be persuaded.  I was about to insist when she sat
and crossed her long legs, temporarily putting my brain on hold.  "I'm sort of
the official greeter here in the neighborhood, and I don't want to wear out my
welcome."

"It would be no trouble at all.  I can prepare another place for dinner. Please
join us," Victoria said.  Margot was silent for a moment, then con- sented to
stay.  "Good!  You can get to know my wonderful husband, David!" my wife bubbled
as she headed for the kitchen.  Victoria brought out some wine, and returned to
the kitchen to finish dinner preparations.

Margot and I talked while dinner was being prepared.  She was "...almost forty,
and no, I'm not worried about it," and she had two kids that were attending
college.  Her husband was in international trade, and they had been married for
more than twenty years.  "I hope your marriage lasts at least as long as mine,"
Margot smiled.  I smiled back, thinking, "If Margot only knew..."  We talked
about the joy of being newlyweds, and she playfully warned me that I had better
keep treating Victoria well.  Dinner was ready in a fairly short time, and the
three of us continued to blab through the meal. I cleared the dishes after
dessert while the women smoked and talked some more.

Victoria came into the kitchen after a few minutes.  She grabbed me from behind,
wrapping her arms around my chest.  "Do you like our new friend and neighbor?"
she asked quietly.  I hummed affirmatively while I finished drying a plate, and
she gave me a little squeeze.  "She is very nice lady."  There was a pause after
that, and I waited for the "but" I sensed was coming.  "Is sad.  Her husband is
away very often now.  She is lonely."

"Honey, you didn't..." I said quietly, fearing that my wife had bitten one of our
neighbors.

"Nooo," Victoria musically protested.  "Some things you just need to be a woman
for," she said cryptically.  She opened another bottle of wine, saying, 'We will
be in the living room when you are finished."  Once the kitchen had been cleaned,
I rejoined the women as requested.

Margot certainly didn't seem depressed or lonely; she told some hilarious stories
about her kids.  It was an entertaining conversation, probably helped along by
the three bottles of wine we shared.  Eventually Margot left for home, leaving
Victoria and me alone.  Nothing happened that night, because _Victoria_ had to
get up early.  To prepare for cooking class.  As she put it, "When you live on
blood for 90 years, who needs to learn how to cook?"

Friday, we went out to dinner, then dancing afterwards.  We met Kelly, Michelle,
and Michelle's new boyfriend, sitting with them during the night. Conversation
was pleasant, the sisters asking about our honeymoon.  Victoria looked absolutely
gorgeous and stunningly sexy.  For the first time, I felt no real physical
attraction for Kelly.  Victoria and I went out for ice cream later.  "Now you may
practice being attractive while we wait for ice cream." The waitress flirted with
me relentlessly, but Victoria's reaction was just a smile of approval.  We came
home very early in the morning.  My dear, attractive, very sexy wife went to
sleep on me almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Saturday morning, Victoria served me breakfast in bed.  "I wanted to -- show
off," she said, sitting next to me while I ate.  We cleaned house and spent a
long, lazy Saturday together.  "David, what should I wear tonight?" she asked as
we prepared to go out to a brand-new restaurant that advertised Eastern European
fare.

I had a wicked thought.  "Try your floral print dress," I suggested.  "You know,
the little yellow one," I called from the bathroom.  I walked into the bedroom
and found her dressed, almost ready to go.  She was fussing with an earring, and
didn't pay me any attention.  I knelt behind her and stuck my head up her dress.

"Ohh!!!" she squeaked in surprise.  Victoria spread her legs and leaned forward
to rest on the dresser.  "Now it is time for you to make house pay- ment?" she
giggled.  My wife knew what I was doing, but more importantly, she remembered
_why_ I was doing it.  I pulled her panties down.  The scent of her arousal was
faint, but growing stronger.  I touched the inside of her thigh with my tongue,
and her leg involuntarily twitched.

I teethed and licked around the exaggerated "V" of her legs, avoiding any of her
sensitive, swollen folds.  I stuck my tongue out and barely touched her outer
lips. "Uhh!" Victoria moaned, her hips bucking once. "Daviiid... Lie downnn..."
she whimpered impatiently.  Victoria sat squarely on my face, grinding her muff
against me.  She lifted her dress. "Ohhh...  Lo-o- o-ove meee..." she groaned. 
My tongue circled the outside of her pussy with a light, gentle touch until
Victoria drove her hips downward. "Hunnh! Hnnn-nnhh!" she exclaimed.  Her arousal
was _very_ evident by her taste and smell.

Her honey began to flow, and she gasped for air.  I sucked loudly at her cunt for
a few seconds, then pulled at her clit with my lips.  Victoria jerked, emitting a
loud yelp.  Her hips moved in short, sharp thrusts as she squeaked softly in
climax.  She moved off my face, removing her dress as she stood over my body.  "I
don't need this anymore."  She sat on my chest, legs spread wide, then slid down
my body, leaving a trail of her lubrication down the middle of my chest. 
Victoria slid over my erection, teasing me with the briefest of contact against
her cunt.

She looked me deeply in the eyes.  Pursing her lips, she blew me a kiss, and then
started kissing my dick.  Her lips stayed shut, but she continued kissing with
little smacking noises.  I was getting _very_ excited.  Victoria finally took me
in her mouth and I sighed loudly in relief/approval.  My wife's head started to
move up and down, her lips loose around my cock.  She gradually increased the
pressure of her lips, and began rolling her tongue around my cock inside her
mouth.  My hips started to vibrate, and Victoria took this as her cue to swallow
my entire length.  I growled, "Ohhh..." as I watched her head swirl in my lap. 
Victoria gulped once, then came back up, sucking on my still-squirting cock.  She
greedily sucked me dry, working her tongue around my dying dick until it was
completely clean.

It wasn't dead for long; Victoria moved to the bed.  "Come to me," she invited,
brown eyes on fire.  I climbed onto the bed, and we kissed each other for a long
time.  She eased herself into position over my cock. "Let's make love," Victoria
whispered.  I gently pushed her down, feeling her envelop me.  I moaned into my
wife's mouth; we were kissing again.  She sat up and leaned backwards, while I
pushed up at her, grinding my hips into her. "Hnnh-uhhh!" she grunted, pushing
her pelvis against my pubic ring.  We rolled over.

In retrospect, I don't know why I did it; I suppose it seemed like a good idea at
the time.  I bit Victoria.  Man, oh, man, did she COME!  "OHHH!  YES! YES!! 
YE-E-E-E-ESS!!!" she wailed.  "OHHHH!!!  HUH-UH-OHHH!!!  OHHHH!!! UNNNHHH!!!" my
wife screamed, as I sucked at her sweet, sweet blood. Victoria was screaming
loudly.  I don't remember her having ever been _this_ loud during any of our
previous lovemaking.  Her legs were straight, spread wide, pointing into the air.
 She grabbed me with incredible force, and would have crushed me had I been
mortal.

Victoria's pussy was drenching my cock and pubic hair, her woman-come slurping
out of her as I thrust, soaking the sheets beneath us.  My dick was pumped
crazily as her cunt fibrillated around it.  She continued screaming in ecstasy,
powered by loud gasps of air that separated each wail.  Her back arched, her
every muscle strained against my body.  I grunted into her neck and my hips
thrust violently with each burning burst of my ejaculation.  We both collapsed,
and I pulled first out of her pussy, then out of her neck.

I rolled over in a state of total exhaustion due to sexual bliss. Victoria lay
next to me, silent and still.  I was too stoned to notice any- thing for a couple
of minutes.  When I looked at her, she wasn't asleep, and I immediately got
worried.  Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes were wide open, but
not registering anything.  Victoria's body was feverish. After a few futile
attempts to rouse her, I started to wonder about medical help.  How many doctors
knew anything about vampire physiology?  How much did _I_ know about vampire
physiology?  I covered Victoria, and went downstairs to chill some towels.  I
know that's inconsistent, but I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

Shortly after I had left her, she was standing in the kitchen doorway watching me
with a puzzled expression on her face.  "What are you doing?  Is this some new
sex aid we have not tried yet?" she asked.  I looked at her with unabashed
relief.

"I was -- are you all right?  I was so worried!" I said, hugging her tightly. 
Her body was no longer feverish.

"I am fine," she said, more than a trace of wonder in her voice.  "I have never
felt like that before -- when you bit me while we were fucking.  What did I do?"
she queried, obviously unaware of her condition immediately after our sex.  I
described to her what had happened.  She shook her head, grinning.  "And I
thought it was good when you suck my pussy first time."  I was still looking at
her carefully, and Victoria noticed.  "Really, I am all right, David.  You are
_so_ protective," she sighed in mock exasperation.  "I truly feel just fi-"  She
fainted.

I caught her before she hit the floor, and she came to very quickly.  It also was
quite obvious that she was not all right.  Fearing that I had taken too much
blood from her, I offered her some of mine.  "No...  I don' wan' blood..."
Victoria mumbled, sounding very drunk.  "Just... sleeep..." she whispered.  I
carried her to bed.  Her eyes closed instantly, and she was asleep.  Her
breathing was deep and steady, pulse strong and normal.  I watched her like a
hawk all night, not daring to sleep at all, until I could no longer keep my eyes
open.

She woke up before I did the next morning.  Again I was served breakfast in bed,
but this time I was not pleased about it.  "You worried -- correc- tion, _worry_
me.  You need to take it easy," I complained.  Victoria in- sisted that she was
fine.  She ended our discussion of her health by pushing the breakfast tray onto
the floor from the bed.  She then pounced on me and merrily gave me a long
blowjob, proving herself very adept at massaging my cock with her throat muscles.
 "You wi-i-innn..." I moaned in the ecstasy of defeat.

My wife was very energetic that day; she cleaned the bedroom and did the laundry.
 I offered to help, but she said, "No.  Is reward for keeping your promise when
we bought house."  Wow.  I put my feet up, and felt a little guilty while I
watched basketball on the tube.  She came upstairs from the basement, and watched
me watch the game.  I patted the sofa, but she ignored the invitation, continuing
to watch me with an undecipherable expression on her pretty face.  I watched the
game for a little longer before becoming unnerved by her strange demeanor.

"Victoria -- MMMFFF!!!"  My pending question was killed by her bouncing arrival
on my lap.  Our mouths met, and her tongue pushed forcefully into my mouth,
driven by her head.  Victoria's little lust attack had taken me by complete
surprise.  She rolled over, pulling me on top of her, fumbling to remove my
pants.  Her crazed efforts were uncoordinated, but they finally paid off, and we
made love in front of Marv and Mike.

I was a little sore the next day at work.  And the day after that. Wednesday,
too.  My wife had turned into a complete nymphomaniac, constantly demanding sex
in many (most?) positions.  Some of them taxed my _vampire_ strength and
flexibility.  It got to the point where I was happy to go to work because it
meant I wouldn't be fucking her.  The worst part was that Victoria never told me
why she was so hot.  "I itch inside.  Scratch it for me, my darling husband," was
the closest thing I ever got to an explanation. She wasn't satisfied with any
substitute I would suggest, and she would do something different to get me
aroused yet another time.  Victoria was _very_ creative, and I got to see some of
the surprise clothes she had bought earlier in the week. She had to be creative,
because while the vampire powers insured that the flesh was willing, the spirit
wanted a break.

It ended eleven days later, just as abruptly as it had started. Victoria's
passion first dwindled to short pecks on the cheek, then nothing. Victoria turned
into the ice maiden, and two nights later, she was even un- willing to just
cuddle.  It was actually an extremely welcome change of pace. It also wore out
its welcome in about three days.  I missed our intimacy in bed.  My wife's desire
for closeness seemed to have vanished along with her sex drive.  She even got up
in the middle of the night once, and slept in the guest room by herself.  I had
been trying everything I knew to get her motor started, but Victoria refused to
cooperate; I kissed her belly button and she got up and left.

One night, I tried to bite her, figuring that vampire sex might be the ticket.  I
had a hard time lying about my black eye at work the next day. Again, as when she
had been turned on, there was no reason.  "I do not _feel_ like it."  We would
hunt and feed together, but return home to separate rooms.  "Do not _touch_ me,
David.  I am not interested."  After two weeks of this, I summoned Kelly.

"Master?  It is wonderful to hear you again.  I am too far away to come to you. 
I am on business in Washington for a month.  I am sorry, please don't be angry
with me.  I will fly to you tomorrow and quit my job."  Sigh.

"Please, Kelly, don't worry.  You do not have to quit your job.  We will get
together when you come back," I thought back to my fawning lover. Michelle was
with her boyfriend when I tried her, and I didn't want to mess that up for her. 
Alex?  In Europe for a photo shoot, and a little pissed off at me for making her
meet a certain Simon Van Helsing.  Obviously Simon's magic only works on serving
girls, not supermodels.  Alex forgave me when I promised her that we'd get
together soon.

"Not soon enough, master.  I want you," she thought back.  Alex even sent me an
image of the two of us that she conjured up while we were telepathic- ally
linked.  My glasses fogged up immediately, and I was much more frus- trated than
I had been before.  I wasn't inclined to cheat on Victoria for a one-night stand
anyway, and now I was in a bad mood.  I decided to put my libido on hold and stay
by myself.  Victoria invited our next door neighbors over for dinner the next
day, and we were sociable, but after they left, she _still_ wasn't interested. 
Imagine my surprise the next night when I was awakened by Victoria's warm body
next to mine.  She had gone out to feed while I went to bed.

"David, I am sorry about the past weeks.  I can not explain, but I want to just
_be_ with you tonight," she whispered as I tried to wake up.  I rolled over, and
Victoria climbed on top of me, gave me a short, wet kiss, and cuddled before she
went to sleep.  I stayed awake that night to savor the sensation of my wife, who
had been missing for so long.

Friday, nobody was home when I got there, but Victoria's car was in the garage. 
I waited to start dinner, finally giving up around nine.  It was after midnight
when my wife returned, giggling.  I could smell champagne on her breath as she
kissed me.  "I have already fed, darling.  He was de- licious," Victoria laughed.
 I looked at her strangely.  "No, I did not fuck him, my jealous one.  He just
thought I would."  My drunken wife giggled some more and staggered away towards
the living room.  I shook my head in amaze- ment.  "Come to me."  The voice may
have been slurred and thick, but there was no mistaking the intent.  I went to
the living room where Victoria was trying to light a cigarette and having
problems.  I steadied her hands, chuckling softly.  I had never seen her this
drunk, and it amused me greatly. She took a puff, frowned at me in annoyance, and
silenced my chuckles by bit- ing me.  It had been too long since we had shared
our souls.  I bit her back, and we stayed entwined for over an hour.  So what if
it tasted like cham- pagne?  Yes, I was wasted afterwards.  It was worth it.

Saturday morning, Victoria explained to me what had happened.  She and Margot had
gone out to a happy hour Friday.  The hour turned into six or seven very happy
hours until some guy picked her up.  "He would not leave me alone.  Please do not
be jealous.  I decided to feed, but he would not let me get close enough until
after we were at his place.  It took me a long time to fly back, because I was
still drunk."  I kissed her, drawing a warm, satis- fied smile.  "Margot wants to
go out again, tonight, but I told her you would be coming along.  I have been...
neglectful."

We had ice cream sundaes for breakfast.  "When you are a vampire, it is easy to
flaunt tradition," Victoria said as she devoured hers.  Me?  I was tickled to
ignore 33 years of training.  I had never even remotely considered having sundaes
for breakfast, even after a night of serious drinking when I had been single.  We
watched cartoons and giggled until a more traditional lunch.  Laundry got done,
the kitchen got cleaned, and we prepared to go out.

Margot met us at the front door, and I said that I would drive, so I wouldn't be
drinking any champagne that night.  "Richard is out of the country, as usual,"
Margot said.  There was a sharp edge to the statement, but she didn't elaborate. 
The three of us went out to dinner and had drinks at a pretty nice place. 
Victoria and Margot talked up a storm, and my wife treated Margot like a big
sister.  I was happy to see Victoria relate so well to a mortal female.  By ten
o'clock, however, I was positively bored, and wished that Margot and Victoria
weren't such close friends.  "David?" Margot asked, forcing my brain to turn
itself back on.  "Are you getting bored listening to us?"  I started to shake my
head in denial when Margot added, "Be honest."

"Yes," I admitted.  "It's difficult sitting here listening to you and my wife. 
Sometimes, I feel like a voyeur with some of the comments you two have made."

"Victoria, it sounds to me like your husband has asked us to go dancing tonight,"
Margot declared.  A little champagne-happy, my wife concurred, sealing my fate. 
I didn't have time to blink before I realized I'd been set up and had.  "David,
you and Victoria make me feel so _young_!" Margot en- thused on the way to a
nightclub.  The women were definitely on their way to another drunk.  Victoria
stroked the inside of my thigh while her head rested on my shoulder.  She would
kiss my neck every so often while I drove.

We entered the club and immediately attracted attention.  Margot was on my left
arm, all 6 feet, 2 inches of her, looking very confident.  The doorman's eyes
told me that confidence was sexy.  My wife, although at a height disadvantage of
about seven inches, projected a regal air on my right arm. Her noble heritage,
combined with her supernatural attractiveness had _every_ man in the joint
looking for an opening.  As it turned out, several of the women at the club
wanted _me_ to dance with _them_, so there were many such opportunities for the
men.  I danced with Margot and other women as often as I danced with my wife. 
But _all_ of the slow dances were reserved for Vic- toria.  We'd rock in unison,
alone together in a sea of bodies.  She purred quietly in my ear.   We bit each
other frequently while dancing, each time just for a few clandestine seconds. 
Margot would smile knowingly when we returned to her, and we would blush in
return.

By the end of the night, Margot was pretty drunk; Victoria had sobered up because
the dance club hadn't had any champagne.  We drove home while Margot took a
little nap in the back seat.  When we got to the house, my wife sympathetically
asked me to take Margot home.  "Is big mistake for her to try and drink as much
as us.  She is only mortal."  Victoria and I kissed hun- grily for a few minutes
until she reminded me that Margot was still uncon- scious in the back seat of the
car.  I promised my wife that I would be back quickly.  I had incentive.

It only took a couple of minutes to get to Margot's house.  She woke up when the
car stopped in her driveway.  "Home already?" she grumbled.  I pulled her out of
the car carefully, and assisted her to her door; she had trouble opening it.  I
had to take her keys and open the door for her. Margot took one big step into the
living room, turned and said goodnight. She gave me a hug, pulled me into the
house, and suddenly her tongue was ferociously working inside my mouth.  I
responded, despite the gold ring on my finger.  "God, David, it's beensolong,"
she panted, still holding me, grinding against my erection.  Margot's
alcohol-induced fog seemed to have cleared.  "I want you.  Richard's gone sooo
much.  Pleease!" she hissed quietly.

Her green eyes bored into mine.  Margot's body felt very hot.  My arms were
around her, and I realized for the first time how attractive she was. To this
day, I don't know whether it's the way she carries herself or if Margot is just
naturally sexy.  We kissed again, madly, lustfully.  Margot began to fondle my
rigid cock through my pants.  "David, I haven't had a man in four months... 
Please -- you don't know what it's like.  I'm not dead yet, even if my husband
thinks so," she gasped softly.  There was a desperate urgency to her plea.  I
could _smell_ her arousal through her clothes. Things were definitely getting out
of hand.  Although Victoria would probably forgive me, I really had no desire to
accelerate the degeneration of Margot's marriage.  I did the only thing I could. 
I bit Margot.  In self-defense. She sighed happily.  "Oooohhh..." she purred as
her tall, womanly body trembled.

"Margot, you must forget that you have been bitten.  You will not remember that
we kissed in your home.  You will remember that you have had a good time with
Victoria and me, and you are very tired now.  You will go upstairs, and sleep,
Margot.  Sleep deeply, and well," I commanded.

Margot's eyes, so pretty and green, were filled with dream-like stupor. Her
eyelids drooped, making her look even sexier.  "Yes... I... am... so...
ti-i-ired... I... musst... sleeep..." Margot said throatily, as she turned to go
up the steps.  My cock pushed at my pants, and my lust was held in abeyance only
by thinking of Victoria.  My wife was waiting for me at home, her motor warmed up
and ready to go.  Margot disappeared up the steps, and I quickly left her house
before my attraction sent me up there after her.  I returned to my wife feeling
frustrated, relieved, and a little guilty.  I was also quite pleased that Margot
had found me attractive; but I later figured it had been a byproduct of her
frustration with her husband, and the amount of alcohol she had consumed.  I
gleefully jumped Victoria as soon as I got to the bedroom.  She met me with
unrestrained enthusiasm, and the sounds of our shared ecstasy echoed through the
house until well after sunrise.

I woke up on the floor, and felt the scratches and bruises that were reminders of
the intensity of our lovemaking.  The pain was insignificant.  I recalled the
fall that caused the bruises, and my wife's cries of passion that accompanied the
scratches.  A vestige of the post-orgasmic bliss washed through me again, and I
lay on the floor, too sated to move.  It eventually dawned on me that Victoria
wasn't around, and I wondered where she had gotten herself to.  I was feeling too
good to move, though.

A few minutes later, my wife reappeared.  "Hi there," I said suggestively. It
took her a few seconds to respond, as if she were still half-asleep, but she came
over and sat down next to me.  We necked for a little while; there was an odd
taste in her mouth, one I couldn't quite place.  I offered to cook brunch, but
Victoria opted for toast with honey and some coffee instead.

That afternoon, I was just hanging out in the den, watching basketball, when
Victoria walked in, stark naked, and asked me if I wanted to "eat her poo-see." 
She should have known that it was going to be taken as a rhetori- cal question. 
I happily made oral love to her in front of Marv and Mike. Afterwards, as she
cuddled against me, I wondered idly if this was the start of another nymphomaniac
episode.  I should have thought about it a little more seriously.  It was.

This time, however, it lasted only four days before Victoria froze over. This was
worse than the first time, because her contrary behavior did not confine itself
to the bedroom.  We started to argue about trivial things, and our social
calendar disappeared.  She didn't invite neighbors over (not even Margot), didn't
clean if I cooked, and left stuff all over the house on the floors.  Frankly,
Victoria was irritating the hell out of me.  _I_ started sleeping in the guest
room so I wouldn't have to listen to her bitch about the amount of heat that _my_
body generated in the bed while I slept.  She didn't even return Margot's calls. 
I was also positive that Victoria had been going out late each night to hunt
without me, because I kept finding bloodstains shaped like her mouth on the
pillowcases.  As before, my darling wife had nothing to say about her behavior. 
"I do not wish to discuss it."

I plotted with Margot to get Victoria out of the house and back into some social
activity.  Friday, Margot came over, ostensibly to visit, but getting Victoria to
go out was our true goal.  My wife argued with both of us, re- fusing to budge
from the living room.  Finally, Margot said, "Well, _David_ and I will go out
without you."  Margot gave me her best "I want to fuck you 'til your nose bleeds"
look, making sure Victoria got a good view of it, too. Part of me noticed the
look as well, and wished it had been for real.  My heart beat a little faster
with hope.

Both of us were stunned when Victoria said, "Fine.  As you wish.  I am staying
here."  The words were delivered in a definite "I don't care" tone of voice. 
Great, I thought sourly, she called our bluff.  I had no alternative but to
follow through.  Margot and I walked out of the house slowly.  I hoped that
Victoria would come to her senses and join us, now that Margot's state- ment was
no longer just an empty threat.  A tiny little piece of me evilly hoped that
Victoria would just stay in the goddamn house.  She did.

Margot and I went to a casual restaurant.  We sat at a booth to eat din- ner,
then Margot listened while I vented my frustrations.  She was very understanding.
 A few glasses of wine and beer later, it was my turn to sit back while Margot
complained about _her_ spouse.  She complained bitterly about her husband's climb
to the top of his company, leading to increasingly longer absences.  After a few
more glasses, we agreed that I had the worst of the deal.  Margot's husband was
never home, and she had no one to turn to. Victoria was _always_ home, but I
still had no one to turn to.  We spent the night smoking, talking, and drinking
until the bar closed.  Our lively dis- cussion wasn't finished, and we adjourned
to Margot's house.

The conversation continued to flow easily over tea in her kitchen.  Both of us
were tired of alcohol, and the discussion took precedence over anything else. 
All thoughts of sex had disappeared from my mind; Margot had done nothing during
the entire evening to indicate that a replay of previous events was possible, let
alone likely.  I got up to go to the bathroom a second time; the clock showed
four, but I was wide awake.  More importantly, I had absolutely no desire to
return to the bitchy ice goddess at home.

Margot passed me on the way back as she took her turn in the small room. We'd
been talking for many hours, but we still had not run out of things to say. 
There was a blue haze hanging in the kitchen from all the cigarettes we'd smoked.
 Margot showed no signs of fatigue, lending me a sympathetic ear without
complaint, while making insightful observations and offering in- ventive advice. 
It got later (earlier?), and I decided to let Margot rest, since I had kept her
up all night with my complaints.  We said goodnight at the kitchen door, where
she gave me a motherly hug.

I opened the door, then turned and impulsively gave Margot a brotherly kiss on
the cheek in return.  Time froze as we stood back and regarded each other.  It
was a very long ten or so seconds, and both of us were statues. Then our heads
moved forward simultaneously, mouths opening.  Our lips met in a decidedly
non-familial way.  We kissed in the doorway for several minutes; finally, Margot
reached past me and pushed the door shut.  The sun peeked warily over the
horizon.  "David?" she asked, quietly.  Her question managed to convey
confidence.

"Yes?" I asked in response.  I knew what was about to happen between us, and so
did she.  This was just a formality.

"Victoria may be cold, but I'm not," Margot said, voice deep and sultry. My
answer came in the form of another deep, wet kiss.  I ground at her with my hips,
so that she could feel my growing arousal.  "Let's go upstairs to bed," she
suggested, looking down at me.  I followed Margot to the bedroom, fully aware
that I was about to cheat on my wife with her best friend.  There was no hurry
about our movements; the air was thick with desire, and we were committed to our
course of action.

I undressed and lay on the bed, patiently waiting for my partner in adul- tery. 
Margot returned from down the hall, gloriously naked.  Her mature form, full and
slender at the same time, towered over me.  She kissed me warmly, gently, a far
cry from the dominating physical presence she po- ssessed.  My head moved to her
breast, and I listened to her purr while my tongue drew little circles around her
areola.  I suckled at her nipples like a baby; probably in the same way as her
children had years before.  She re- sponded with a quiet, pleased growl.  She
pulled on my head, holding it tightly to her chest, and I was more than happy to
oblige her obvious wish. When my tongue moved to the underside of Margot's
breast, she threw her head back and moaned, legs quivering.  At that positive
feedback, I mercilessly flailed at the unexposed area of each breast with my
tongue, keeping her sighing and moaning, either in, or on the verge of climax.

I eventually started to kiss my way towards her fragrant pussy.  "Nooo... I want
you _in_ meee," she whispered, grabbing my shoulders to stop my southward
progress.  Reversing directions and plans, my tongue sought her throat, first
from outside, then by way of Margot's mouth.  Her hands glided along my back and
head, and she fought my tongue's advances with her own tongue.  I entered Margot
easily, quickly, aided by her excitement and her extreme lubrication.  At my
first easy thrust, Margot drove her hips upward, wrapping her legs around my
back.  "Ohhh..." she sighed, almost inaudibly. We made love without frenzy; our
deep passion bubbled as opposed to exploding.

Margot gently raised her hips to me each time I would pump at her.  My thrusts
were slow, with a leisure to them that seemed not to disturb her. Her walls
wrapped gently around my cock, providing a delightful friction without grabbing
tightly.  The only sounds were our quiet breathing, infre- quently interspersed
with soft, dreamy sighs.  My lover's green eyes burned into my brain,
communicating the pent-up emotions and sensations she was releasing through our
immoral coupling.  "Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh-ohhh..." Margot sighed quietly, her voice
going up an octave from her speaking voice.  I felt her whole body vibrate,
random muscles tensing and releasing swiftly.  She was breathing rapidly, mouth
open, eyes closed during her climax.

Margot relaxed and looked at me with shining eyes, making words super- fluous. 
She moved slowly, rotating her hips with me still moving gently in her.  I
stopped moving my hips up and down, changing to counter-circles. "Mmmm...
Daaaviiidd..." she purred, opening her mouth and kissing me again. We did not
gain any urgency in our movements, and I was still a ways off from the point of
no return.  I ceased my hips' movement, and Margot grabbed my ass, pulling me
forcefully against her.  The wiggle I managed must have done something for her,
for Margot softly exclaimed, "Ye-ess!"  It was the first time in our loving that
she had made more noise than a whisper; it was still below full speaking volume.

A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Margot's face.  I moved forward and kissed
her, flicking my tongue in and around her mouth, tasting her salty skin.  My cock
was now sliding along the narrow ridge above the entrance to her vagina, and I
was almost coming completely out of her.  Margot started to tremble, and her
breaths became louder with each sawing stroke.  Her trem- bling increased in its
intensity, and she was quaking after a few more sec- onds.  Her mouth opened
again, emitting a stream of very high pitched squeaks, and her legs tightened
around my back.  I was trying to remember every scrap of information I'd ever
known about sex in an attempt to make up for her husband's neglect.  Margot was
coming in little waves now, a result of the constant stimulation around her
clitoris.  Margot's body began to ripple, and she was drawing relatively loud,
sucking breaths.  I lost track of her as my reality warped.  My body twisted and
froze in contortion as I poured my release deep inside of her.

The world came back into focus.  Margot sighed loudly, and her body ceased its
undulations.  She didn't let go of me, keeping her arms and legs wrapped around
me, even as I slipped out of her.  After a little while, Margot delicately
stroked my back with her hands, and lightly ran her feet back and forth over the
backs of my legs.  I inhaled sharply, stimulated by the un- usual, but very nice
sensation, and said, "Marg-"

"Ssshhhh.  Don't say anything," she whispered, before showering my face and neck
with kisses.  It effectively cut off my thought as well as my speech.  Sunlight
streamed through the curtains, unevenly warming parts of our still-naked bodies. 
We rolled onto our sides and began kissing again. Our passion had not been
extinguished, and the flames grew brighter anew. Margot pushed me on my back and
started to kiss me harder, hungrily tasting my mouth.  She wrapped one hand
around my flaccid penis, caressing it to coax the blood back.

She pushed at my chest gently with the other hand while her tongue slowly
continued to dance in my mouth.  I twisted and turned my head, trying to find a
still-undiscovered region in her mouth with my tongue.  Her hand expertly slid
along my lengthening rod, causing my hips to move up and down in rhythm with her
strokes.  I was gasping for breath and started to fuck her hand. Margot removed
her hand, still keeping her tongue active around my mouth. As turnabout is fair
play, I started to tease her swollen labia using my fingers.  I stilled her
little gasp of surprised pleasure with my mouth, setting off another round of
long, slow, hard kisses.  Margot responded to my manual stimulation by writhing
and spreading her legs a little more.  I slipped my middle finger into her.

Margot broke the kiss as her hips bucked, and she started to fuck _my_ hand.  Her
eyes closed one more time, and her body was completely sensitized to my every
touch.  I squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my fingers; she would lose
her fucking rhythm against my other hand.  I kissed and tongued her neck,
eliciting soft, guttural moans from deep in her throat.  I continued to push my
finger slowly in and out, occasionally twisting it from side to side during its
travels.  The adulteress moaned in rapture, moving her hips so that the pressure
of contact would be multiplied.  Margot's hand resumed stroking my cock.  I felt
the vibrations of her moans resonate in my mouth as we kissed deeply.

My index finger joined its next-door neighbor and I fluttered my fingers, tapping
them against the roof of Margot's honeyed cunt.  "Ahhnn!" she grunted softly,
body convulsing as her G-spot sent an urgent message to her brain. Margot slowed
her rhythmic pumping, and I felt the internal massage commence around my fingers.
 My fingers slurped, displacing fluid each time they would reenter.  She forgot
all about my cock, my masturbation having interfered with the coordination and
rudimentary thought she needed.  Soon her body was an amplification of the
actions of my fingers inside her.

I remembered reading about something called "The Gun"; I pointed my thumb
straight up, curling my bottom two knuckles under in the shape of a gun. Margot
could no longer keep her tongue working in my mouth; she was bound by the tension
that I had been creating.  Her body mirrored the state of her mind, and I knew
that I should grant her her release.  I closed my thumb on top of my fingers,
trapping the area next to her clit between them.  As my hand moved, so did her
lips and clitoral hood.  I started pushing against the top of her vagina, and her
juices flowed freely, attaching gooey, fragrant strands to my fingers.  Her clit
left its hiding place, and was rocked con- stantly by my manipulation of the skin
around it.  Margot bucked at my hand, groaning, "Do-o-o-o-onnn't
st-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-opppp..." while I continued masturbating her.  Her voice was
as sweet and thick as the fluid that flowed over my hands, muted to a whisper.

I stopped eventually, because my hand and arm got tired.  It was too soon for
Margot.  She complained, but I kissed her to quiet her.  My lover swung one of
her long legs across my body and resumed her masturbation on my thigh, smearing
me with more of her excitement.  The flush blossomed on her face, and her nipples
stood proudly erect, straining forward.  Climaxes thundered through Margot, who
had just settled on my now-ready cock.  She still moved slowly with a languid
grace.  Her movement did not reflect the depth or power of her passion.  Margot
was no longer on this planet; she roamed the galaxy of sexual abandon.

Words were useless at this point.  Margot was panting softly, driving her hips
against my pubic ring in search of the perfect coupling.  I felt her ecstasy,
too.  It was a tangible thing, transmitted from her innermost depths via our
intimate intersection.  It filled my body as it filled hers.  Her eyes spoke of a
long-denied hunger, and the end of the hunt.

Margot wrapped her body around mine from above; her height enabled her to
surround my senses.  She was thrusting down at me with short, sharp strokes. My
lover was still very quiet.  An occasional panting breath would end in a small
grunt.  I didn't move at all while she continued our lovemaking.  My body began
to tingle, needle points of intense pleasure broke out all over my body.  When I
opened my eyes, all I saw was Margot.  Face flushed with rapture, she filled my
vision.  Her soft panting was all I heard; she dominated my sense of touch and
smell.  I was completely lost in her, my loving, wondrous partner in
unfaithfulness.  Reality was torn to shreds, and my body jerked frantically. 
There was no sense of anything but extreme pleasure for a few moments.

Margot's tongue was the first thing I became aware of.  Her long body rested on
mine, green eyes looking at me intently while she kissed and tongued my chest. 
She moved and our mouths met for the ten thousandth time. Outside, the sounds of
late Saturday morning began to fill the air.  Margot idly ran a finger up and
down my chest.  "You have a wife to return to." That was the first thing she
could think of to say???

Her lips caressed my neck.  "I know -- (kiss) -- that we've had -- (kiss), a
wonderful -- (kiss) -- morning..."  Whatever Margot was trying to say would wait
as I wrapped my arms around her back and filled her mouth with my tongue.  She
eagerly responded, wrapping both arms around my head.  Her face was turning pink
again, but my attempt to initiate more frolics was cut off by a firm, but gentle
push of Margot's hand.

"We've had a wonderful morning together, David.  I needed someone to make love
with again.  It has been a long, lonely time," she said, turning away as she sat
up.

"It doesn't have to stop here, Margot," I said, trying my best to sound
suggestive.

"No, you're right, it doesn't," she replied.  Yay!  My joy was short- lived,
because she resumed her thoughts, "But it _does_ have to stop for today."  Margot
stood up and walked away from the bed.  "I wouldn't mind seeing you here in bed
with me again.  But that is something that you and Victoria will have to discuss.
 She told me that you have a somewhat open marriage, and I'm not sure what the
limits are for 'somewhat'."  Reading my expression, Margot said, "Don't look so
shocked.  We have talked about you look so shocked.  We have talked about you _a
lot_.  I do know that Victoria loves you very, very much, no matter how she
acts."

I looked at Margot questioningly.  My attraction for her was noticeable again;
neither of us had bothered to dress yet.  "I will not be a safe harbor when your
seas get stormy.  Richard and I have had our difficulties in the past; we will
have them again in the future," she warned.  "I do not seek another man's comfort
at every little problem; it's good advice for you, too."  I had been secure in
the knowledge that Margot wouldn't tell Victoria. The post-sex glow and the
rising lust for more dissipated quickly now that I wasn't so sure.  It was time
to get dressed and go home.  Margot and I shared one final long, wet, wet kiss
before I left.  "David?" she queried, freezing me in mid-turn at the door.  There
was a pause.  "Did Victoria..."

It was my turn to interrupt.  "No, Margot.  What happened between us was just me
and you.  You are a very attractive woman.  I just wish we could do it again."

Margot smiled.  "As do I.  Marriages that can't withstand one night of infidelity
aren't very strong.  But the even the strongest chain will break if it gets
pounded enough.  Maybe there will be another time for you and I. Victoria seems
the forgiving sort."  I left Margot, wondering if Victoria was indeed the
forgiving sort.  I mean, this was her _best_ friend I had just cheated on her
with.  Most of all, my wife hadn't been herself lately... Damn, that was a quick
walk home.

I cautiously entered the house, alert for flying objects.  I was greeted by
complete silence.  I tiptoed upstairs, nerves still on edge, guilt be- ginning to
roast my heart.  No sign of her.  I went back to the first floor. She still
wasn't around, so I checked the garage, and saw that her car was gone.  I sat
down, more agitated than relieved by her absence.  I considered whether I wanted
to be home when she got back.

The sun had started to descend towards the horizon, I had taken a nap, and my
wife was still missing.  I began to worry about her.  Victoria had been moody of
late to say the least, and I wondered what reaction my infidelity would provoke. 
Last night, she had basically told me and Margot that she didn't care one way or
the other.  That was then, this is after it has happened, and there's no sense in
lying.  Victoria wasn't born yesterday.  I became positive that her absence was
caused by my tryst with Margot.  Within the next half-hour, I had convinced
myself that she was gaining revenge with some stud or plotting my demise.  Was
she going to wait until the darkness returned her supernatural powers to kill me?
 Or was she merely planning a more conventional divorce?  My racing thoughts of
doom crashed to a halt when I heard a car horn in the back.  I walked out to meet
my fate.

Victoria got out of the car.  "David, bring in the packages in the car please." 
Her tone was businesslike, commanding.  She marched past me with a regal air.  Oh
well, at least she said please.  She had shopped for more clothes by the look of
the packages.  They were all from a store I'd never heard of before.  "I am
upstairs, in the guest room.  Bring them here," Victoria called.  The guest room?
 I obeyed silently, not ready to discuss the day's events.  After the second
trip, I had all of the bags and boxes on the second floor.  "Just sit them over
by the closet.  Then I have something to tell you."

Victoria went to our bedroom, while I finished stacking boxes.  Finished, I went
to meet her, my heart growing heavier with every step.  She turned to face me as
I entered the room.  Her mouth opened as if to say something, but then she
stopped, as if she had reconsidered.  "Maybe you should sit down, David."  Uh-oh.
 This was it.  I swallowed hard when I sat on the bed.

"I have not been myself lately," she began.  What an understatement.  "I am sorry
that I have driven you to other arms.  I have never felt like this before, and I
decided that something must be done."  Victoria's brown eyes burned through me,
lasers passing through the suddenly vacant space where my soul used to be.  Her
tone was grave, and my fears grew exponentially with each passing second.  "So, I
went to see a psychiatrist, hoping I would find out about my moods."  My
soon-to-be ex-wife paused and my heart sank, as my mind raced through visions of
the shrink telling her to "dump that chump."

"He asked me some questions, and then he sent me to another doctor.  I had to
wait for while, but the other doctor saw me today, too.  I am not com- fortable
with doctors, there is too much that can be -- difficult to explain. The other
doctor took blood and -- other things.  I do not like that.  But I wait, and I
wait and finally doctor comes back."  I was relieved to hear that she wasn't
planning on killing me yet, but now I wanted to know what was wrong with her. 
Victoria waited, keeping me on pins and needles.  Suddenly, her face broke into a
giant smile, and her eyes laughed as she said, "I'm going to have a baby!"

"You're _WHAT_???" I gasped.  I was glad that I was sitting down.  My jaw hung
limply from the bottom of my face.  The mirror reflected the foolish- looking
shocked man on the bed back at him.

Victoria danced happily around my stunned figure on the edge of the bed, kissing
me frantically around the face when I didn't respond.  "You are not happy?" she
asked with concern.  Truth to tell, I was elated.  It was just that my brain was
having problems communicating with my mouth.  Tiny squeaks were all that I could
produce from my vocal cords.  It took a couple of passionate kisses from Victoria
to get everything back in working order.  I babbled hysterically at my wife for
several minutes.

She grabbed me and we kissed each other deeply for a long time.  "You don't know
how happy I am to be having a baby," Victoria purred that night as we settled
down to sleep.  "It must be because you bit me while we were fucking, David.  I
do not think that we have been just unlucky in making baby before.  We have tried
so much," Victoria said.  There was a touch of playfulness in her voice.   We had
gone hunting earlier, and I had fussed at her over the quality of victim she had
picked.  She laughingly said, "Blood is blood, unless it has champagne in it." 
The playfulness turned into teasing, then touching, then seduction.  Victoria
insisted that we make love. "No, not vampire way.  I am going to give in to my
mortal desires..."

"About Margot?"  Victoria's question made me snap wide awake.  "Did you stay with
her last night?" my wife asked.

"Yes, we stayed up until sunrise talking," I answered truthfully.

"You did not come home right after sunrise," Victoria said.  Her tone of voice
said, "Nice try, but I'm not going to let you off that easy."  It was obviously
confession time.  "I was awake, worrying about seeing the doctor. I left before I
could tell you.  I forgot to leave a message."  I was getting very uncomfortable
with all of this forthright discussion of infidelity. "Did you make love to
Margot?" my wife asked.  She rolled over on top of me, and looked deep into my
eyes.

"Yes," I said, very softly.  Our eyes were locked, and there was no place to hide
from Victoria or my conscience.

My wife continued her quiet interrogation.  "Did you ask her, or did she ask
you?"

I cleared my throat, but the voice was still a conspiratorial whisper. "We asked
each other."

"You are ashamed, yes?"  I nodded.  "It is no one's fault.  I pushed you away
from me.  Kelly is in Washington, or she would have come.  I know you called for
her.  She is my slave, too, David."  Victoria grabbed my head to keep me from
looking away.  "Margot is very attracted to you, and she is still lovely, active,
vibrant woman with --"  Victoria made a face before finishing, "... dead husband.
 She is happy to find guaranteed AIDS-free lover when the need strikes."  My wife
grinned wickedly.  "I -- advertised your talents to her.  The -- girl talk."

I blushed.  Victoria lay her head down, kissed my chest and said good- night. 
She was asleep almost instantly, while I lay beneath her, too stunned, confused,
elated, sated, and in love with this wondrous woman vampire to sleep.

I became the typical nervous wreck of an expectant father.  I fawned over
Victoria, waiting on her hand and foot.  I took a leave of absence from my job; I
don't know if I'll go back to it.  Kelly and Michelle and Margot were frequent
visitors to the house, all of them watching Victoria's condition if I was unable
to.  Margot was an enormous help, coaching us through the mood swings and craves.
 (Frozen blood sundae?  With Muenster cheese?  You _can_ get all of this at a
7-11 at four in the morning, but it was always a pain in the ass turning the
clerk upside down to cover the Heagen-Dazs properly.)

Victoria had been surprised when I agreed to Lamaze classes.  She wanted me to be
in the delivery room as well.  She was fascinated by everything about her
pregnancy, the "penultimate mortal female experience" as she called it, and took
voluminous notes.  She needed to have blood nightly now, which I found
interesting.  When she began to show, I insisted on hunting for her.
"Daa-viiid...  No man sees me as pregnant if I do not want him to because I am
vampire seductress.  I am perfectly capable of hunting for myself," Victoria
would protest to no avail.  Then she'd bat her eyes at me and purr, "You are sooo
sweet.  I love you."

As her pregnancy progressed, I forgot about other women completely, much to
Victoria's surprise.  I was spending almost all of my time around her, never
going too far away.  I got a beeper.  Victoria was the only person with the
number.  One night, we had a discussion about my lack of sexual activity. "We
have not made love in six months.  You must be in need.  I will summon Kelly." 
Our discussion turned into a long, quiet, drawn out argument.  I won, settling
down in the bed next to Victoria, but I thought I saw her smile as I drifted off
to sleep.

As the time drew nearer, Victoria wondered what labor would be like.  She found
that carrying a baby wasn't exactly the fun thing it had been a few months ago. 
She wanted to be a full vampire, she complained, "because then I would sleep all
day."  At night, Victoria was fine; she didn't feel any diff- erence from her
non-pregnant state.  We guessed that the supernatural effects of being a vampire
somehow gave her extra strength.  So it wasn't that much of a surprise when
Victoria went into labor promptly at dawn.

Victoria gave birth to a baby girl at eleven fifteen in the morning.  We named
her Rebecca Dawn.  The three of us were in Victoria's room that evening. We were
waiting for a maternity nurse to give Victoria and Rebecca brief examinations,
and speak with Victoria.  "Hi!  I'm Karen, the maternity lady!" she said cheerily
as she entered Victoria's private room.  "How's baby Rebecca?"

"Fine.  She doesn't cry a lot.  She's a greedy little girl, though," my wife said
of our new daughter, who had been breast-feeding for a long while. Even so,
Victoria reluctantly handed Rebecca to the nurse, who raised the baby to her
shoulders.  It was dark outside, the sun having disappeared below the horizon not
more than five minutes ago, and Victoria had perked up a little.  I kissed my
wife, and then she poked me hard in the shoulder, pointing at Karen.  I turned to
see the nurse removing a breast from her blouse with one hand, and lowering
Rebecca to it with the other.  Victoria and I both saw the two tiny red dots on
Nurse Karen's neck, and the vacant expression in her eyes...