Author’s Note: Another story from my vault and which was published on this site under a different pen name. It is written in the view point of the main character Charles Townsend as he is recalling the events which happened to him.
The story is based loosely on Vampire lore, mainly from the Dracula story by Bram Stoker. All characters and events depicted in this story are purely fictional, and any similarities to between this and the original Dracula story is purely coincidental. Also, all sexual situations depicted in this story occur between two or more legally consenting adults, 18 years of age and older
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“Oh yes Charles my beloved,” Roxanne crooned as she rode my cock long and hard. “Let our souls join together in immortal union as we consummate our love for each other.”
Roxanne’s soft pale-skinned body writhed as she moved up and down on my hard cock buried deep inside her slightly furry red-haired pussy.
I felt my penis twitch and I knew it wasn’t long until I spewed forth my semen into her hungry pussy. She instinctively knew my pleasures and moaned with a lustful voice “Oh yes my pet, give me all of you.”
Just then, my penis swelled and filled with semen as I shot my load deep into Roxanne’s waiting pussy. She crooned with delight as I filled her with my hot manhood and she then dismounted me.
Turning over so that now she was on her back, she laid her succulent, pale-skinned, 5’10,” 140 pound, 38D-27-37 body on the bed in our private love chamber. Her long locks of naturally curly, flaming Auburn red hair laid out to the sides and underneath her body. Beckoning me to her, I embraced her and entered her as our bodies slowly melted together as one.
“Let me feel you deep inside me my beloved,” Roxanne softly said. “I want to make me feel like a mortal woman as you have done so many times before.”
Our passions rose as I slowly fucked her missionary style and our bodies moved together in unison, and slowly melted together as one, as the fever of our wanton desires reached its peak.
“Oh yes my beloved,” Roxanne moaned as she arched her back and tightened her grip on me with her long luscious legs that had been wrapped around my back. “I feel the fever of my passions peaking.”
I knew it was not long until her body shuddered with an earth trembling orgasm and that she released her sweet creamy nectar and flood my cock. However, I also knew that something more sinister, yet still highly erotic was to follow.
As I figured, her body tensed and Roxanne moaned with delight as she came flooding my cock. “Oh yes Charles my beloved,” she moaned with pleasure “You have once again fulfilled my wanton lascivious desires.”
Just as Roxanne reached the height of her carnal desire, her primal blood lusts took hold of her. Without warning, as it had done so many times before, Roxanne changed. My beautiful passion flower had turned into a blood thirsty ravenous vampire. Her beautiful ice blue crystal eyes which had captivated my soul on our first meeting, suddenly changed to blood red and she bore her fangs and sunk them deep into my neck drawing out my blood.
Although it was painful, it was highly erotic. I fell under her spell as I had done countless times before.
Roxanne held me like a lioness holds its prey when captured and I went limp as Roxanne sucked my blood. She never bled me dry, but just removed enough so that I was slightly weak, but still able to function, because after all, I was still her Financial Manager, and I had a business to operate for her.
Just as Roxanne had her fill of me, a rooster began to crow in the distance and Roxanne knew it was time for her to return to her crypt. “Rest easy my beloved,” she softly whispered as she stroked my forehead. “Until tonight my sweet prince,” she added kissing me on my lips and with that she disappeared in to her secret vault until it was time for her to rise again come the dusk.
As I lay resting, two more of Roxanne’s familiars attended to my needs. They were like me, similar to vampires yet were not completely turned. They could stay awake during the day just not be in direct sunlight.
Isabella, a tall raven haired beauty of Italian decent and Annika, a sumptuous blonde of Nordic descent(Swedish), both took turns licking up the remaining blood from my neck wound. Afterwards, they made love to me and I lied helpless, yet satisfied, while they took turns sucking my cock and fucking me.
Soon, it was almost 8:30 in the A.M. and it was almost time for all of us to start another day in our shipping business. Cleaning up, I put on my business suit, while Isabella and Annika put on their dresses and once again we took our public personas of respectable business people.
So how did an educated gentleman of the world such as myself end up falling under the spell of a highly sultry blood thirsty vampire? Well to tell you the truth, I am still trying to figure that one out myself. You see, for me, time has lost all meaning. The papers say it is the end 20th century, the year of our Lord 1999 and we are to celebrate a new millennium in a few months, but who am I to argue.
For example, when I was first ensnared, there were still horses and carriages running the streets, and now they have been replaced by what have come to be known as automobiles. There are also these boxes in peoples’ homes that depict moving pictures with sound on a screen. People seemed to be drawn to them like moths to a flame.
And if you look up into the sky, you will sometimes notice what I can only call flying machines which seem to have changed over the years. The locals call them airplanes, but I have yet to venture on one. If God had truly intended for man to fly, he would have given him wings.
Lastly, I am now learning to use what is called a computer. Roxanne assured me it will better help us keep track of inventory, sales and other business related functions, and to be honest, it has. I no longer have to dig through endless stacks of paper to find something I need. I can now press a few buttons, and it is right in front of me. It is slow going, but with time, I am sure I will become more proficient.
There are more of these new contraptions around, more that can be explained. I feel if I were to list them all, it would fill all the books of all the libraries in the world.
Anyway, I do remember the date I first met Roxanne. I had been summoned to be interviewed for the position of Chief Finance Officer with Roxanne’s shipping firm. It was during the height of the industrialization in London and in the midst of the much needed reforms which so many were working so hard for, circa 1836.
I had just finished my studies of accountancy and was with a small family owned firm in a small village nearly a day’s journey from London as an assistant. One of my former university professors who also had been my mentor, knew of an opening in Roxanne’s firm and encouraged me to make haste and apply for the position.
“Charles,” he said to me, “Why squander your God given talents. This is the opportunity of a life time. Make haste my good man and apply to the shipping firm forthwith.”
It was nearly a fortnight and a half before my professor friend could make all the needed arrangements, but soon he big day arrived, and I traveled to London.
I arrived in London and took lodging at a local inn known as the Blue Boar and rested up that night and spent the following day touring London before my interview in the evening.
I thought it odd at first that the interview was near dusk, but I figured the owner of Eden Consolidated Enterprises LTD was a very busy man, and dusk was the only time he could meet with me.
Or perhaps, he preferred to conduct the interview in a less formal setting over a meal, I did not know. It really wasn’t relevant one way or another. I just told myself “Be thankful man that you are even getting this chance,” so with that in mind, I put aside any misgivings about the time.
I arrived at the huge industrial complex located near the waterfront. I told the gatekeeper that I had an interview and showed him my letter and he said “Yes, they are expecting you,” and opened the gate and once the gate was closed climbed into the carriage and escorted me to the front door.
Leading me inside, the man led me up 3 sets of stairs to a large office suite where he told me to wait inside and someone would be with me shortly.
Looking around the room, I was impressed with the massive shelves of books and a huge red cherry desk with clawed feet and a high back leather chair. I tried to make myself feel at home, yet as I sat on the comfortable sofa, I couldn’t help feeling I was being watched, yet I did not see anyone.
Just then, I heard a sweet angelic female voice from behind me say “Charles Townsend,” and as I did, I stood up and spun around to see two visions of loveliness standing before me, both in what appeared to be long flowing white almost see through robes.
The brunette was the one who spoke. She was about 5’9″ with olive complexion and had naturally curly dark raven black hair coming down between her shoulders and dark eyes. She measured what appeared to be 36D-24-34 and had a figure on her that most women I knew would have killed for.
The blonde beside her was about her height measuring similar 36C-26-35. She had emerald Jade green eyes, ruby lips, a fair complexion and long flowing blond hair.
I could tell neither one of them were native to London and I found out by speaking to them, that the Brunette named Isabella was from Italy and Annika the Blonde was from Sweden.
“Welcome Mr. Townsend,” Isabella said with an angelic voice and in perfect Queen’s English. My name is Isabella and this is my companion Annika,” and with that, Annika smiled and curtsied.
“We have been sent by the mistress to tend to your needs until she returns,” Isabella said smiling graciously. “She will join us shortly. Is there any thing we can get you?”
“I am fine,” I replied.
“Very well, “Isabella responded. “Annika and I shall keep you company until our mistress returns.”
I must confess, I found it odd that they spoke of the owner of the company in such terms as mistress, but I figured they were some sort of indentured servants and that was their custom.
“I trust your journey a pleasant one Master Townsend,” Annika spoke in a sweet Swedish accent, yet in perfect Queen’s English.
“Yes it was,” I replied smiling and added ” and I must say you do have a lovely voice.”
“Thank you my Lord,” Annika said as she blushed and shyly looked away.
Sensing my surprise at Annika’s response towards me, Isabella said “Forgive her Sir Charles, Annika was brought up very formally and has not been around too many men who haven’t tried to take advantage of her naïveté.”
“That is okay,” I replied. “I find her mannerisms charming and pleasant.”
“Thank you my Lord,” Annika smiled “I hope I can please you in other ways as well.”
“I am sure your voyage has been a long one,” Isabella said. ” Sit, and allow Annika and I to comfort you if we may,” and with that I had a seat back on the sofa and they both dropped their robes revealing only their sweet sultry naked forms.
Apart from being naked, each of the visions of loveliness was wearing a beautiful necklace. It consisted a beautiful golden 3 inch Egyptian Ankh with a sparkling hexagonal shaped ruby sapphire in the middle that measured ½ of an inch in diameter. Also their pubic regions were still hairy but were very nicely trimmed like they meant to keep them that way.
Annika knelt in front of me and took off my shoes while Isabella removed my coat loosened my ascot and unbuttoned my shirt. Annika then began to massage my feet while Isabella began kissing and nibbling my bare chest and running her tongue over my nipples.
Never had I been to an interview like this and in spite of the fact that it was totally unorthodox and was against everything I stood for, I found myself mysteriously spellbound by their presence and completely under their control.
Isabella had completely removed my shirt and was now kissing me on the neck and began kissing me on the lips with a long intense tongue probing kisses.
At the same time, Annika had finished massaging my feet and had found her way between my legs. Having loosened my trousers and lowering them and my undergarments, she had pulled out my already erect 9-inch penis and had began licking around the head and the shaft.
Isabella pulled my body forward on the sofa so that now I was in a reclining position and she sat her body on my mid section and began kissing her way up to my neck.
As Isabella was working her magic on my upper body, Annika was on the brink of making me explode. I felt my penis swell as my semen filled it and I knew it wasn’t long until I spewed forth my hot load.
Just as I had predicted, I gasped for breath sending hot semen flowing forth and I watched as Annika drank it all down not missing a drop and the residual that was on her lips, she wiped with her finger and licked it off.
At the same time this had been occurring with Annika, Isabella had had my head buried in her bosom allowing me to suck on her soft sumptuous breasts. She ran her fingers through my short dark brown hair and allowed me to nurse her like a little infant. As I did, she purred with delight and began talking dirty to me in her native tongue.
Isabella went back to kissing my neck but now her kisses were growing slightly different and soon became nibbles which grew ever so slightly harder with each progression. At the same time, Annika had abandoned my penis and was now kissing and nibbling on the inside of my thigh.
I knew something sinister was occurring, but I did not care. I was too spellbound to resist and even if I could have, I don’t think I would.
Just then, I felt a sudden, imminent sense of dread like something bad was going to happen and unbeknownst to me Isabella and Annika had turned from sweet loving nymphs, to blood thirsty ravenous vampires.
Just as they were about to put their bite on me and draw blood, I heard an authoritarian female voice say in a very stern and matronly tone “Annika, Isabella,” and with that, Annika and Isabella ceased forthwith and cowered in the corner.
“It is not yet time,” the radiant ravishing red haired Irish beauty then said softly and lovingly, as her demeanor softened from stern to loving, stroking them kindly and kissing them both softly on the lips one at a time as she embraced them and pulled them to her. “Your turn will come very soon my pets,” she concluded as she ran her index finger softly through their hair with a loving caress.
“Yes my Mistress,” Isabella and Annika replied in unison “Forgive our weakness It has been so long since we have had company.”
“I understand my sweets,” the red haired lady said lovingly. “I have taken care of you as always and I shall do so now. Down in the catacombs of the abby are your treats. Go and feast to your hearts delight my children.”
“Thank you Mistress, “Annika replied and with that they both suddenly disapperated and were gone.
Not making too much sense of what had just gone on since I had been almost in a half dreamlike state, the red haired lady came to me dressed all in white and helped me dress.
“Are you okay,” she said with a sense of concern.
“I believe so, yes,” I replied as she helped me button my shirt and tuck it inside my trousers and straightened my ascot so I looked presentable again.
“Forgive my servants,” the lady said with an apologetic tone. “They are young and impetuous youth who haven’t not been with many men sense I rescued them from the streets as harlots.”
“I understand,” I replied graciously as a diplomatic gesture, even though I really didn’t.
“Forgive me again my Lord,” the lady then said in a polite tone with an unmistakable beautiful Irish accent. “In all the haste and confusion, I failed to introduce myself. My name is Roxanne and I am the owner of Eden Consolidated Enterprises Limited.”
“Allow me to introduce myself,” I said as I began to stand up, and as I did, I began to feel dizzy.
“Are you okay Sir Charles,” Roxanne said grabbing my arm and allowing me to rest against her.
“Yes I believe so,” I replied. “The journey was a long and arduous one, and I must be more exhausted than I thought.”
As I rested against Roxanne’s body, I could tell that underneath the sheer white robe, she had nothing on. I could see the outline of her supple 38 inch breasts and the sweet form of her body.
Roxanne allowed me to rest against her soft sensual body. As I did, I felt a strange warmth, but not like any other female I had been with, yet she was still soft.
She looked into my eyes with her captivating crystal ice blue eyes and my soul was instantly ensnared and enslaved, and at that point, my will was no longer my own. I had fallen under her spell without even knowing or caring.
“Come Sir Charles and let us exit this formal office to somewhere more inviting,” Roxanne said taking me by the hand. “I wish for you to dine with me where we can talk.”
With that, the seduction was on. Little by little, she slowly seduced me, leading me to a night filled with what I can only describe as unspeakable, lascivious, licentious delights, and she ensnared me in her web of desire for which I could not escape, nor did I want to.
Roxanne led me down the stairs but in a different direction and out into the night air. It was dark, but the moon was full and was the only light. “It is just a short walk my love,” she said as she put her hand in mine and we walked what was maybe 100 yards.
“Here we are beloved,” Roxanne said as she took a key from her robe and opened a door on what looked like to be a deserted yet newly renovated Abby.
As we entered, candles and the overhead chandelier mysteriously lit themselves filling the room with light. Leading me inside, we walked through a lavishly decorated great hall with what appeared to be 20 foot high ceilings and paintings on the wall of various people who obviously looked of noble blood. One portrait in particular had a striking resemblance of me.
Once we went through the great hall, we exited, turned and ascended an eight foot wide staircase with maybe 15-18 red velvet carpeted stairs and walked through two open huge wooden oak doors and into an intimate, yet still formal style dining room. There, on a huge banquet table, sat two silver goblets, pewter plates a decanter of red wine, and what I could only describe as a small feast consisting of what looked like some sort of fowl, a boar, bread, a wheel of cheese, fresh fruit and vegetables, and boiled potatoes.
“Sit and eat my Lord,” Roxanne said politely, and with that, and without my knowledge, she opened her robe so that now her body was exposed.
She poured me some wine and at that moment, I saw her frontal naked body. Her skin was pale, yet beautiful. Her sumptuous 38 inch breasts lay supple against her chest. I saw her slightly furry trimmed, red haired vagina and the pinkness of her labia and opening.
Underneath her robe, I noticed she was wearing a white lace garter that went around the top of her pubic region and came down the sides. Connected to the garter were white silk thigh high stockings which accentuated her long, luxurious, well toned, and inviting legs.
In addition, like Annika and Isabella, Roxanne was wearing a golden Egyptian Ankh, except hers was slightly larger and instead of having a ruby sapphire it had a bright emerald green one.
Roxanne’s form was exquisite and she had very little if any body fat. I must say, I was taken by her beauty, and being the gentleman I had been brought up as, was ashamed to have made known public the lascivious, wanton, and carnal thoughts I was thinking about her, and my secret sensual desires to have her and know her in the Biblical sense.
When Roxanne finished pouring my wine, she poured her own and was seated. “Take and eat Charles,” she said with a smile. “My house is yours.”
As she sat next to me, she might have sensed my uneasiness about her nakedness and said with concern for my feelings “Does my lack of modesty offend you?”
“No,” I replied. “Why do you ask,” I pursued further.
“Being wealthy and living alone has provided me with what one could call certain eccentricities,” Roxanne said with a smile. “One of them is being a modern woman who is not ashamed of her body.”
“I see no problem with that,” I responded and for some reason that escaped me, I boldly added “and I think your body is exquisite and that you are an attractive woman and am honored to be a guest in you home.”
“Thank you my sweet,” Roxanne replied, and without warning, leaned over and gave me a soft but loving kiss on the lips. “You are such a gentleman and I am honored to have met your acquaintance.”
“So I hope you don’t mind the informality of this interview,” Roxanne added. “I find it much easier to talk to people in social settings. One can learn so much from another by observing them in a social setting, and if I may say, I feel you have mastered the social graces.”
When I had finished my food and wine, Roxanne led me from the table over to a couch in front of a fireplace which mysteriously lit and we sat together. She sat right next to me and Roxanne had her arm around me on the back of the couch and began to softly caress the back on my neck with her fingers.
Normally, a strange, beautiful, seductive and sensual, naked woman, whom I just met, sitting this close to me, touching me in a sensual and seductive way, normally made me uncomfortable. However, I was oddly at ease, and found myself being willingly drawn further in to her carnal web of desires.
“So tell me more about you Sir Charles,” Roxanne continued. “I have read your dossier and am very much impressed with your credentials, but they sometimes do not tell the whole story.”
“I want to know more about you and who you are,” Roxanne said putting my hand on hers and pulling them both to between her breasts.
“Tell me your hopes and dreams and what you see for yourself. I feel you will make a great addition to the company and since we will be working very, very close, I would like to know everything about the person I am going to spend time with.”
I spent the next 30 minutes telling her all about me, my life as well as my hopes and dreams. Roxanne listened intently and just smiled, and as she did, she put her body next to mine, softly and seductively touching and caressing me, making me feel more at ease and under her spell.
After we had finished talking for the better part of an hour, Roxanne stood up and left the room and returned with a purple satin robe.
“Would you like to slip into something a little more comfortable,” she said holding the robe up. “I know your voyage was long and arduous and you would probably like to remove those cumbersome clothes.”
I must admit, I wanted to get out of this suit, and even though in most cases had not consented due to my upbringing, I allowed myself to be undressed by Roxanne and allowed her to place the satin robe on my naked body.
“Isn’t that better,” Roxanne softly said with a smile.
“Yes it is,” I replied.
“I am glad you are comfortable.” Roxanne said smiling. “I want to make your visit here a pleasant one and for you to feel perfectly at ease and comfortable.”
“I am,” I replied and with that, Roxanne took me by the hand and stood me up. “Dance with me Charles,” she said politely as she went over to the phonograph and cranked the cylinder on which the music was imprinted.
The music was soft, romantic, classical tunes and as she disrobed, I stepped forth, disrobed and lovingly embraced her.
She put her arms around me and held me close then moved her arms up around my neck and kissed me with a long sensual tongue probing kiss. She then placed her head on my shoulder. Her soft naked body was pressed up against mine and much to my surprise, I did not mind.
However, even though she was seducing me, Roxanne still was a lady and felt for my feelings. She wanted it to be comfortable for me and as we danced, she whispered into my ear “Are you comfortable my beloved,” to which I replied “Yes.”
I wanted her, but I wanted it to be romantic and special, and not a heated rush. I danced with her and held her tight and slowly came under her spell.
Roxanne softly and lovingly kissed me on the lips again. I responded and our tongues once again probed each other’s mouths and our hands caressed each other’s bodies.
Roxanne changed the tenor of our conversation. “Tell me Charles, do you believe in destiny,” she said with a sweet sultry voice.
“In a way, yes I do,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”
“I firmly believe our being here together is not by accident,” Roxanne said smiling. “I believe that fate has brought us together and ordained us to be united as one.”
“I feel the same way my beloved,” I replied. “However, I also believe we were once united in love and now are meant to be rejoined together in a union that reaches cross the vast expanse of time itself.”
“Oh my sweet Prince”, Roxanne said with a soft sweet loving sigh, “you don’t know how long I have waited to hear that. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that were meant to be reunited together forever.”
“As did I my love,” I replied, kissing Roxanne and pulling her soft supple naked body to mine.
“Tell me Charles, are you be willing to pledge you life to be mine,” as we broke the kiss and Roxanne was standing with her arms loving wrapped around my neck.
“I would pledge more than my life,” I replied. “I would pledge my very soul to you.”
“Before you commit my sweet, it is only fair that I let you know who I truly am,” Roxanne said in a soft sweet voice. “I want you to know all about me, and then if you are willing to follow, we can consummate our union.”
“Look deep in to my eyes my beloved Charles,” Roxanne said sweetly “and behold who I really am.”
As I gazed into her mystical crystal ice blue eyes, I felt funny, like I fell into a deep well and was whisked away. The present vanished and suddenly, I was in a different place and time entirely, witnessing a lifetime that spanned nearly six and one-half centuries.
The year was 1248 and I saw a young Hungarian Noble count, who at first glance, bore a striking resemblance to myself, and upon further observation, the resemblance became uncanny. He was me.
He was an exact mirror of myself, except that his hair was longer(shoulder length) and he possessed a beard. I also saw a young Irish lass named Roxanne, and it was my very own sweet Roxanne I had been holding in my arms.
The scene appeared to be a similar to that of a wedding night. Roxanne was dressed in a flowing white gown and I saw the young nobleman place the Ankh around her neck.
“Are you ready my beloved Roxanne to follow me,” the young count said in a heavy Hungarian accent.
“Yes my lord,” Roxanne replied. “I submit myself to you and the powers of darkness. I pledge my soul to be your bride and to walk with you in the night by your side and to rule as your countess.”
“Die to your old flesh,” the young count said, and with that, he bit her on the neck and drew all the blood from her body.
I saw Roxanne go limp and he held her lovingly in his arms.
“Now my sweet, be reborn into everlasting life” and with that he cut his wrist and held it over a goblet allowing the blood to flow into a goblet with an elixir and put the goblet to her lips.
Roxanne stirred and I saw her hands grasp the cup and she drank and then opened her eyes. The count extended his hand and said with a smile “Arise and walk with me my beloved bride.”
Then I saw a village at unrest and an angry mob of villagers storming the young nobleman’s castle. Out of love, he sends Roxanne away to safety deep inside the bowels of the castle.
I saw the villagers attack the young count and drive a stake through his heart as they have condemned him to be vampire. The villagers then set fire to the castle and leave the count to burn.
I saw Roxanne run to the young dying counts side and hold him. Her flowing white gown was now blood stained crimson and he assured her that their love was undying and pledged that he will one day find her and return to her to be her count again in another time and life. The young count died and Roxanne wept bitterly and pledged her soul to find her count again.
Next, I saw Roxanne back in her native Ireland for what appears to be for over 400 years. I saw her meet a young Italian woman named Isabella and Isabella falls under her charms and becomes her lover and Roxanne turns her into a familiar. Later she makes Isabella similar to a vampire.
Isabella and Roxanne seek out men and women of the street, those who society has abandoned and forgotten as prey. They seduce them with sensual lustful carnal desires of the flesh and then feast on their blood, and so as not to let them come back as vampires, they have steaks driven through their hearts by Roxanne’s loyal gypsies.
It is now the late 1700’s and I saw Roxanne and Isabella meeting Annika for the first time. They both know she is the one to complete their little circle. Annika, like Isabella was a harlot but from a noble family. The pay Annika a handsome sum of money and seduce her.
Isabella and Roxanne make love to Annika and then bit her and turn her into one of them. All three of them travel to London and take up residence in the Abby Roxanne had purchased. Roxanne establishes her shipping business and they live out their lives, until I show up in the picture.
As the story closes, I am suddenly and violently whisked back to reality. My head swam as I practically collapse and Roxanne catches me then sits me on the couch and kneels in front of me waiting patiently for me to recover.
“Are you okay my sweet,” Roxanne asks in a loving tone as she caresses me.
“I think so yes,” I replied
“So my beloved, are you still willing to follow me, knowing what you know” Roxanne asks with a gentle smile.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.
“Very well my sweet,” Roxanne said smiling. “Let us seal our union.”
Roxanne took me by the hand and led me down into the bowels of the Abby underground into a secret bed chamber. There on the floor was a bed encircled by silver candelabras. With one wave of her hand, the candles were instantly lit.
Roxanne reached into an old wooden jewelry box shaped like a treasure chest and pulled out a solid golden Egyptian Ankh. It was the same Ankh that I saw the Hungarian count wearing in the vision Roxanne showed me.
Unlike the others, this one was larger(about 6 inches in length and 3 inches in width) and where the others only plain gold and had a single stone in the middle, this one was diamond encrusted along the edges and had a Jade green emerald set in a diamond background as the center stone.
“Wear this my beloved as a symbol of our life together,” Roxanne said as she placed the necklace on me. “Come, let us consummate our love together and then you shall know immortality as I do.”
Roxanne laid me on the bed and crawled on top of me so that her soft sweet body was pressed up against mine. Taking my penis in her hand, she lowered herself on to it until I was thrusted deep inside her oh so sweet flower of womanhood.
Roxanne began riding me with long intense motions. “Oh yes Charles my beloved,” Roxanne moaned with pleasure “It has been so long since I have felt mortal pleasures.”
Roxanne continued to ride me and I felt my penis swell and I knew it wasn’t long until I sent forth my semen deep within her. Even though she was a member of the un-dead world of vampires, she still was able to feel carnal pleasures and knew how to please me.
Roxanne quivered as she climaxed sending her sweet honey dew nectar all over my penis. I felt myself twitch and I sent my semen spewing forth deep into her.
“Oh yes Charles my beloved,” Roxanne moaned. “We are now one in flesh, let us now become one in spirit.”
Roxanne dismounted me and laid on her back with her legs spread. “Cum to me my beloved,” she beckoned. “Let us unite our souls together as one.”
With that, I wasted no time in crawling on top of her and thrusting my manhood deep within her. I fucked her with long slow intense motions and she wrapped her long luscious legs around me and pulled me into her.
Roxanne recited something in what appeared to be in ancient language and mystically it was like our souls became one. We felt the other’s pleasure. We made love like this for what seemed to be an eternity, and even today, I still don’t know how long it really was.
At the height of our pleasures, Roxanne softly whispered “It is time for you to join my world my beloved.”
I knew what was coming and I simply replied “I am ready my love.”
“Most beloved goddesses, let Charles join my world,” Roxanne said. “Make him my prince, my count, my consort, my equal, and eternal soul-mate and let him know my powers and strengths, yet spare him from my weaknesses and blood lusts. As it was with Isabella and Annika, let it be so with him.”
Following her prayer, Roxanne’s beautiful crystal ice blue eyes turned blood-red, she bore her fangs, and sunk them deep into my neck. Even tough it hurt immensely, it was highly erotic and gave me a thrill. I felt my head swim as my blood was being drained, and even though I instinctively knew I should fight it, I chose to submit to her and allow her to have her way with me.
Roxanne did not bleed me dry like she did her normal victims, but drained me to where I was on the just on verge of life and death. Roxanne then took a dagger, cut her wrist, bled into the pewter challis, the same one I saw in my vision, and had me drink the same elixir her count had her drink all those centuries ago.
“Drink my beloved and join me in immortality,” Roxanne said sweetly with the voice of a thousand angels, as she held the challis, and allowed me to drink.
I drank what was a mixture wine, blood, and some secret mystical potion, and felt my life change in an instant. I felt revived, reinvigorated, and invincible.
“Welcome to immortality my beloved,” Roxanne said smiling up at me “You will rule with me equally by my side forever as my prince and my consort. You have all of my powers but none of my weaknesses.”
“However, there is one thing,” Roxanne added. “We will provide each other our life forces through our blood. Every morning before dawn, we will make love as we did tonight and you will draw strength from me and I you. We will be united together in that way.”
“Also, as an added benefit of being my consort, you will have two concubines to keep you company during the day and to please you when I am sleeping,” Roxanne said smiling. “Isabella, Annika, come forth,” Roxanne said in a deep summoning voice which seemed to echo throughout the room, and with that, they both materialized in the room.
“He is now one of us my beloveds,” Roxanne said smiling to Annika and Isabella. “He is yours to enjoy while I return to my resting place until dusk. Have fun my pets and treat him well. He is special, my equal, and joint-heir to all I have, and will rule with us forever. At last, my beloved count has returned to me after all these centuries. Until tonight my beloved,” Roxanne said giving me one last sensual kiss.
Roxanne walked to her vault which had mysteriously opened in the wall and laid upright in her chamber, crossed her arms over her chest with a smile on her face, and went to sleep as the vault closed, just as the cock crowed in the distance.
It was sunrise evidently and Isabella and Roxanne wasted no time and having their way with me. They made love to me and bit me as Roxanne had, but I still was conscious and found I was able to bare my fangs and bite into them and become one with them.
After two hours of making love, we all three dined, cleaned up and dressed as it was a normal business day. We presented to the world a normal everyday business as usual shipping business during the day light hours yet at night, we celebrated with unspeakable, lascivious licentious, carnal fleshly desires.
Who would have ever imagined my life would have ever turned out this way. If you were to ask me if I would have imagined this, I would have told you “Never in a million years,” yet I would not trade it for all the riches in the universe.
Remember this story, and beware when venturing out alone at night in the dark deserted places, for you never know when you may meet one of us and if you are lucky, you might just live to see the morning light again.