A Vampire Prince Born
From the investagation files, as reported to tomasjac
You have heard many folk tales about my kind, most are false, and others have lost much of their truth through years of telling and retelling. I will reveal nothing to you that would endanger my kind or me. Suffice it to say that we can be a grave danger to mortal man, but we can be a strong and willing friend as well. The choice will always be yours.
My powers, and there are many, are drawn from two sources - blood and the night.
What, you might ask, are my powers? I shall never tell you all of them, but I will tease you with a few. I am, as are all of my kind, able to assume the aspect of any creature upon which we have fed. We are able to travel great distances, borne only by the mists of the night. Our eyes are able to reach into the human soul and capture it, bending the human to our will. We are able to sire more of our kind - the simple gift of a few drops of our blood, brings with it eternal life as one of us. Oh yes - one other power that seems to fascinate mortals, we, male and female alike, are able to hold back our sexual climax for an indefinite period, or release it at an instant. An interesting power to say the least, but not without its drawbacks.
Me? I was sired toward the end of the fourteenth Century. I was a strapping young man and already an adventurous sort. My mortal life began as one of seven offspring in what is now the southern part of the United States. At that time it was but a group of settlements. Although well born and possessed of an education, I chose the life of a seafarer when I was twenty and had spent six years before the mast of one of His Britannic Majesty's ships of war. When we were attacked by pirates the ship was damaged quite badly, it foundered when a squall overtook us in the Indies. I was washed ashore on an uncharted island off the coast of what is now Florida. It was here that my life would be forever changed.
I was hunting in the northern part of the island. It was probably Spanish territory then, and I would not, I supposed, be treated well should I be found there. The land was lush then, green and unspoiled, teeming with wildlife. Great cats, what you now call the Florida Panther, abounded, as did deer, rabbit, all manner of birds, and, of course snakes. This latter creature would begin the most important turn that my life would ever take.
It was fast approaching dusk; I was crossing a stream - fast moving and knee deep. My foot slipped between two slick stones and I fell into the stream. I managed to free my foot, but my thrashing had awakened a nest of snakes. They were wriggling toward me - a great number of them - and they were angry at being disturbed. No fewer than six snakes attacked me, their fangs piercing my flesh and injecting their venom into my veins.
I was able to fling them from me and scramble ashore - but I knew it was too late. As I lay on the bank I could feel the poison burning through my body. It was then that I first saw my savior - the one that would sire me.
She burst from the underbrush and stood there an instant before rushing to my side - a sharp knife in her hand. I assumed that I was about to be scalped after all. But she knelt beside me and cut open each puncture where poison had entered my body. She sucked the venom from me and spat it, contemptuously, to the ground. Again and again she opened my veins, until there was no more venom to extract - but it had done its damage. I was weak, unable to move or speak, but I could see. The sight I beheld was one of absolute beauty. Her hair was long, the color of spun copper. Her eyes were bluer than blue, deep, dark, mesmerizing. Her skin was a light bronze color, almost golden. She looked like a native but her features were much finer.
Tenderly she stroked my brow, her touch as soft as the finest silk and as light as a feather. I lay there, my head in her lap, gazing at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Proud breasts, firm breasts, breasts that could set a man's blood to boiling. They were topped with nipples the length and breadth of my thumb. I could feel the firm muscles of her thighs as they cradled my head. I could see the slight curve of her belly as it moved in and out with each breath she took.
As I lay there - dying, yet staring at this vision - she smiled down at me. Her eyes took on a glow and I noticed that her teeth were abnormally long and sharp. With a long thumbnail, she slit open her soft flesh just below her left breast. She lowered her lips to my throat. There was a slight pain at first as her teeth entered my jugular vein, then a floating sensation as she drank deep of my life's blood. I could feel the life leaving my body as her lips sucked and drank. I knew I was about to die - and I didn't care. As I felt myself crossing over, she lifted my head to her breast, as if driven by some instinct, I drank deeply of her flowing blood.
It was as if I was reborn, which of course I was, as the strength flowed back into my body. I was more alive, stronger, and keener than I had ever been before. I looked at this beautiful and strange woman, and she spoke, to my mind.
"I am Summer Moon," she said, her eyes locked on mine, "I have made you one of my kind tonight, otherwise you would have died."
"I did die," I thought, not realizing that she could read my thoughts.
"Yes, and then you were reborn as one of us - one of the undead."
My mind reeled for an instant as I let this sink in. I had heard the term before, but always dismissed it as a wives tale, or a myth to frighten children.
"You will age no more," she told me. "You will have dominion over mortals, and together we will rule the night
I sat up, looking at her deep eyes gazing into mine; I felt the magnetism of her - her eyes - her body.
She held her arms open to me, "Be my Prince," she invited me.
I accepted the invitation.
I felt a new vigor in my body. When we embraced I could feel every part of her body as it pressed against mine. I grew hard in an instant as our lips met and our tongues intertwined. Her skin was cool and smooth, her breasts firm and inviting. My hands roamed over her body, touching, caressing, and feeling. Her nipples, long and hard, her ass hard and tight, her thighs sleek and taut. I felt her hand moving slowly down my body - gently stroking my chest, my belly, the base of my rock hard cock. Her soft fingers wrapped around the shaft and she began to move her hand up and down. The feel of her hand sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body; never had I experienced such stimulation.
Her lips parted in a smile as she moved to sit astride my legs - never taking her hand from my cock, never ceasing her gentle stroking. She slid down my legs, her silken thighs caressing me as she moved. Then she leaned down over me, her hair falling forward to caress my twitching belly as her soft lips touched the head of my straining cock. She took me into her mouth slowly, letting me feel the caress of her lips and tongue as my fleshy member slid onto her mouth, then into her throat.
Warmth - caressing - sucking - warmth. My cock was in a place it never wanted to leave. Her head began moving up and down, slowly, and rhythmically. Her tongue pressed the vein beneath my cock. I grew harder than I had ever though possible. Her eyes sparkled, as she knew my thoughts - and answered them.
"With me you will know joys of the flesh such as no mortal could ever imagine. You are my Prince." Her lips sucked even harder as I was drawn closer and closer to climax. She knew this and bid me go ahead, have my release, give her the other fluid of my body as I had given her my blood. My body was racked with tremors as my cock twitched and pulsated, my balls spasmed as my semen was pumped through my rock hard shaft to flood her questing mouth
Pulse after unbearable pulse - my fluid poured into her eagerly sucking mouth - down her spasming throat, until she had sucked me dry.
With a long final lick, she released my softening member and sat back on her heels. Her lips and eyes smiled as she spoke once more, to my mind.
"I am the ruler of my tribe, I am their Princess. I have had countless lovers through the centuries, but none such as you. They have all been mortal and I have devoured the life essence of each of them. You, my Prince, are different. You are a warrior, strong and courageous. You are not of this land, but of a land far away, as am I, and you are no longer mortal - you are as I am now.
Once again she took my cock in her soft hand. This time she leaned forward placed it between her warm, firm breasts and squeezed them together around it
My dick was in a warm tunnel of silky flesh. As if by reflex I began to move my hips, moving my cock in and out within that tight, warm tunnel.
Quickly, my cock, once more, grew fully erect - hard and straight.
"We have consummated the union of our souls, my Prince, now let us consummate the union of our bodies."
She lay back, her long legs spread to accept me, her soft wet lips pouting for me to part them and enter her innermost sanctuary. Her arms lifted to me in invitation.
I moved between her outstretched legs, the head of my cock brushing the soft, moist hair of her waiting pussy.
Her legs encircled my waist and drew me in.
My cock plunged deep inside her in a single thrust. She was so hot, so wet, and so incredibly tight. I felt her cunt lips 'kissing' their way down the shaft of my cock as it slid between them. I began to move - slowly at first - she matched each movement of my hips perfectly, each of my thrusts met with one of hers. My cock bored in and out of her, she held me close, her breasts flattened to my chest as her legs held me deep inside her
My cock was a willing prisoner of her clutching body, held tightly by her velvet vice. I began to speed up, my cock pounding harder and harder with each thrust, my balls slapping against the firm cheeks of her ass. Summer Moon was moaning in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm overtook her - her body quaking - trembling - quivering in pleasure and passion.
I could feel my balls filling, growing tight against me. She drew me nearer and nearer to the brink of the abyss - then held me there. I pumped my cock into her eager cunt harder and harder; until I felt my balls release their load into my pistoning dick. Up - up my semen surged, like a magical spring escaping its prison of stone to burst into her clutching, milking pussy.
Every nerve, every muscle, every cell in my body was alive with the energy and intensity of our passion, our joining, our climax.
My cock pulsed, twitched and pumped. More and more semen flowed into her until I was again dry and spent. Slowly my cock began to deflate within Summer Moon, until it slipped reluctantly from her body.
From File #5
To Be Continued…
