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 bloodlust
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 supernatural 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 unwillingness 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 itself 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, because 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 sunset
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 Jennifer'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 shivering. 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 Jennifer'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 silently 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 pushing 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 obstinate 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 attraction for Kelly was something primal
and uncontrollable.

Any thoughts of continuing to punish myself for being a vampire disappeared.
"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 halfturned, 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 orgasm 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, bucking,
drooling, grunting. A brilliant light obliterated my vision from within. Kelly
milked me, her inner walls kneading my deflating cock as it spurted 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 whispered, "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 passionately 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 deliberate 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 adoration. 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 wonderful body
for my pleasure, and my pleasure is yours'. You have served your vampire master
well and faithfully tonight," I said tenderly to the unconscious 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 wondered 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 temporarily vanished. "...I now pronounce you man and wife. You may -"
Victoria and I shared our sweetest kiss ever.