Christophe Banadour had been part of that selective breeding program in his youth, and now his sons Philippe, Armand and Léopolde were all participating in the next stage of the procedure. Léopolde as the youngest was still under strict scrutiny in the medical lab, Armand was being put through his paces in the safe area of Cydon city, and Philippe was already a fully-fledged, and fully-qualified, vampire-whore. His genetic make-up had been infected over and over under test conditions with the necrotising bacterium which was now known to be the primary cause of congenital vampirism, but each attempt had been rejected. Philippe's immune system, bolstered by a lifetime of blood-enriching compounds, shrugged off the invasive molecules, suffering at worst a slight fever which passed within days.
Philippe Banadour was one of the greatest triumphs of controlled genetic modification that Cydonia had ever produced. He was popular with the vampires, a role model for future generations of mutants, an intelligent and bright young man. In the two years since he had entered vampire society on his own wits, to perform the tasks allotted to him by that community, he had received nothing but praise and distinction.
Philippe Banadour was fourteen years old.
The vampire looked up as the young man entered the room, an easy confidence upon his face. A slight swagger in his step and a delicate tracing of fine, downy hair on his pale chest were the only real hints at his age. His attitude and demeanour suggested a man; his eyes told the real story of a mere boy, made a man by circumstance and training.
The vampire watched his lips as they framed the words of his introduction. "Where would you like me to start?" asked the boy, his voice soft and painfully youthful.
The vampire opened the front of her gown, exposing long pale legs, shapely as only a woman's could be. "My feminine side first, I think. Unless you'd prefer it otherwise."
Philippe smile ingenuously. "I cover both," he replied in a voice soft as velvet.
The vampire beckoned with one slender hand and Philippe approached her. As he neared the bed he sank to his knees, touching the vampire's ankles and running one hand along each calf. Vampire skin was utterly unlike human skin; even mutants like Philippe could sense the unearthliness of it. It had a curious elasticity which was unlike the fleshy softness of human skin, and its pallor was of course another shock to the unprepared. Each time he touched this alien stuff, Philippe remembered his first time, the test case they had brought to him in the lab, the clinical precision with which he had explored both gender parts of the vampire. It had been his first time with either male or female, and he had enjoyed both to such an extent that he had decided to stick with vampires so as not to have to make the purely human choice between one sex or the other.
Now the bisexuality of these creatures no longer surprised him; rather he felt a kinship with them for it. At least their sexuality was physically expressed; it didn't fester inside their heads as it did with some humans who denied their homophiliac selves under a layer of bigoted bombast that convinced no-one with half a brain.
He let his fingers play along the inside of the vampire's thighs, pushing the material of the gown even higher, exposing the first sight and scent of the soft, hairless flesh between her legs.
The vampire exhaled softly, one hand fluttering about the boy's hair, scratching his face gently with those nails that could kill as easily as caress.
Philippe placed one finger against the wet lips, pressing firmly against the hard nub of flesh above the welcoming slit. "You're sure you want to be female first?" he asked, meeting the vampire's eyes briefly.
A wider smile, the barest hint of white fang, and the vampire slowly nodded, reaching down to touch the boy's fingers and hold them closer against her body, insistent.
Philippe slid one finger inside the warm slit, pushing apart the delicate lips and probing deeper into the dark hole of the vampire's cunt. Carefully he pushed a second digit inside the widening hole and began to gently excite the already slick tunnel.
The vampire moaned, one hand cupping her breasts alternately as the human's flesh entered her cunt, the other hand caressing her belly and the rising tumescence of her prick. She was well-endowed in both genders, and had a prodigious appetite for both kinds of sex. Despite all vampires having accoutrements for both genders, some were more obviously one or the other. Inbreeding with humans and mutants had done that. As one of the Ancient Race she was more evenly balanced. In all her dealings she referred to herself as a woman, but the male side of her could be just as strong, when it came to sex at least. Her cock swelled thick and long, and she rubbed the foreskin back from the engorged head. The boy's fingers – three now – played at a more aggressive tempo, provoking waves of delicious juice in her female part, and she wanted very much to have his mouth lap up that juice. She pulled at him, tugging him by the hair, trying to make him understand.
Philippe leant eagerly down to the vampire's wet cunt, watching as her pearly liquid oozed from the hole where his fingers pumped in and out. The vampire's cock was rock hard now, standing to stiff attention beneath her slowly moving fingers. He lashed out his tongue to drink her juice, feeling the golden fire of it burn his mouth. The vampire pushed her hips up from the bed, grinding her wet shaven pussy into the mutant's face.
Philippe slipped his remaining finger and thumb inside the convulsing cave of her cunt, squashing his hand to slide it in past the knuckle. The vampire howled in delight, fresh spasms racking her body, tiny beads of pre-come weeping from the crown of her swollen cock.
"Do you like that?" he asked between mouthfuls of her juice.
The vampire gasped, hands like fists at her sides, clutching the folds of her gown. "Where did you learn that?" she marvelled. Four hundred years and you think you've experienced everything!
"One of your kind," he replied. "A trick they showed me once."
The vampire didn't want to think about another vampire's fist penetrating the amber crack of this young boy's body, but the sensation of his fist inside her was incredible in its intensity. "It's good to know there are always new things to discover, even after all this time," mused the vampire, before being swept away on the crest of another shattering orgasm.
Philippe withdrew his hand and began to lick it clean of her juice, his other hand stroking her smooth sex-lips and rubbing her swollen clitoris. Despite his professional detachment, and his knowledge that vampires rarely reciprocated any sexual favours, his own cock was hardening, blood rushing into it so fast that he wanted to pull it out and wank it hard until he came in great wet spurts all over the vampire's hermaphroditic body. He pushed the thought into the back of his mind, but the vampire had seen his flushed face and was reaching for him. She fumbled beneath him, roughly grabbing at the material of his trousers and tearing at it.
Philippe tried to pull away but she was far stronger than him and he had no choice but to be exposed by her insistent fingers. She might punish him for his insolence, but she might just reward him. He groaned, a picture of her red mouth sucking vigorously on his rampant prick coming involuntarily into his head.
She took his cock in her cool hands, making it swell even more. "You're well developed," she noted with a smile all fangs and loose, wet tongue. "Do you use your sex with my kind as a memory to masturbate to?" she asked, licking her fingers then rubbing his engorged cock.
Philippe closed his eyes and groaned. There was no way on this earth he could continue his job of pleasuring her with a hard-on as rampant as this. He had to come, he simply had to.
Suddenly she was on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, her juice dripping onto his thighs. Their two cocks stared sightlessly at one another, aching and red. Before he could question what she wanted of him she sank down onto him, her gaping pussy swallowing his cock, sliding it inside herself so easily, so fast.
He bucked urgently up against her for a moment, his hips jiggling spastic and loose beneath her legs, until he felt a roaring sensation of blinding intensity gushing up through him, searing his groin and sputtering out of his throbbing cock in dense jets of creamy, juddering wetness. He cried out, his voice feral and bewildered, his balls tight, his cock spasming endlessly inside her grasping cunt. "God, oh god, oh god!" he breathed, his body full of perfect ecstasy and delirium.
She withdrew from him, drawing up towards his face, thrusting her dancing cock into his gaping mouth. "Suck it!" she ordered, though his lips were shaking with pleasure, and his eyes looked unfocussed and lost. "Suck it."
Philippe closed his lips around the hard flesh and sucked upon it. His face felt numb with ecstasy but he felt the length of her prick expand to fill him, felt the smooth, salty taste of her juices rising.
The vampire thrust against him, pushing her cock deep into his open, hungry mouth. She felt his spunk cooling against her thighs and the thought of his excitement at the moment of his copious orgasm made her start to spasm. The male part of her responded to the sensation, her voice deepening to a growl, her muscles tensing and contracting to violent centres of pleasure almost pain. "Oh yes!" she breathed, watching the boy's face as he sensed it too, the approaching climax. "Oh god yes!"
Seconds later the rich salty waves of dense vampire spunk flooded Philippe's mouth, spurting out of the vampire's huge cock and gushing down his throat. There was so very much of it that he gagged and it trickled out of his mouth like cream.
The vampire pounded against the boy's face, forcing her swollen cock deep down his throat, forcing him to swallow every drop of her spunk. "Yes, take it, take it all!" she gasped, cataclysmic in her orgasmic delight.
Philippe sucked hard until he could no longer breathe, drowning in the taste of the vampire's rampant sexuality. As sensation fell away in black curtains of unconsciousness, he felt his own cock explode once more, felt the vampire's hungry mouth sucking on his swollen shaft.
The boy awoke to the bright agony of hunger. His eyes shut tight against the sight of the vampire, he felt the coils of desperate thirst rack his body, tearing at his throat and his tongue, filling his mouth with torturous need.
The vampire caressed his lead-heavy body, rubbing his cock into a fresh tumescence, sparking a different hunger deep within his belly. Opening his eyes he saw the vampire's cock and cunt, both beckoning, speaking to both his hungers.
"Yes, this is what you want," said the vampire, her voice like starlight, her hands moving to her cock, her breasts. "Drink from me and sate your thirst."
Philippe tilted his head up to the vampire's cool white flesh and nipped at her breast, licking gently at first, then stronger as the blood burst onto his tongue in brilliant crimson ripples. "Oh god," he whispered through the taste of her.
Her blood flowed swiftly, filling his body, filling his cock with a renewed frenzy for the feel of her sex enveloping him, possessing him. The vampire's cock rose up to the boy's urgent cries of lust, liquid burning once more at its swollen head. She took her cock in one hand and his in the other, and began to play vigorously with both of them. The boy, exhausted by his earlier orgasms, came quickly, a thin fountain of almost clear spunk that arced over the vampire's hand.
The boy reached up to touch the vampire's cock, rubbing it eagerly as his lips still drank from her breast. Recalling his profession he found the vampire's rhythm and quickly brought her to a further climax, slipping his fingers inside her cunt as her spunk gushed out of her raging cock. Blood spilled from her nipple as Philippe fell back from her, spent at last, and satisfied that the vampire was too, feeling the female and the male parts of her spasm in final union together.
The payment from the vampire's estate was as always generous, a reflection of the dual nature of the pleasure and peace given, and as always Philippe found a way of paying a part of it back to his beneficiary's surviving children, a token of thanks for the blood given, and for the secret the vampire took to his or her final grave, the secret truth of what exactly Philippe Banadour had become...
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