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          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.


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

   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...


        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?"


          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...


              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."


           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.


        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.


              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.


               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.


              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.


       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.


               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.


            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."


               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...

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