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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred Part 2 :Remembrances I (slow mf, oral)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 07:10:03 -0400
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This story is fiction, obviously. It will include violence and sex. It will
include death, torture and murder. If you find these things objectionable,
please don't read it. If I manage to do this right, it will also include
romance, lust and love. I also wish to thank the fine people at White Wolf
Publishing, who have the copyright to Vampire: The Masquerade and other RPG
products for the initial inspiration for this story, and hope they don't
object to the use of the Clan names I shall use. I also thank the RPG guild
The Camarilla from AOL way back in 1996 for teaching me role-playing and the
way of the Vampire. Feedback is strongly desired!





Iris was nearly collapsing until my fangs slid into her inner thigh, and
drove her right back into another orgasm. She began to buck against me, but
I placed my hand above her pubes and easily held her still. Such movements
might have caused her serious injury, and I had no wish for that. As I drank
my fill, I listened to her breathing and how her body reacted. I could tell
when she grew drowsy, and withdrew my lips from the wound in her thigh. For
reasons I didn't understand, but greatly appreciated, the stroke of my
tongue against the cuts I'd inflicted closed them immediately. When I again
lay along side her, she smiled happily and stroked my flushed cheek. "Thank
you, m'Lord. That was.wondrous!" And with those words, she fell back to
sleep.



I leaned over and kissed her forehead, then stood and tugged the bellpull by
the bed. Immediately a pair of bodyservants looking much like Iris entered,
followed by four slaves bearing great urns of hot water. As the slaves
filled my bath, I instructed them to bear the sleeping girl in my bed to her
chambers. This was not unusual. It was, in fact, so common that the slaves
carried the entire bed out with ease of long experience and nary a
disturbing jostle to the sleeping form.



I moved to the bath, and stepped into the very warm water. The two servants
undressed and began to bathe me. I made it a point to know the name and
history of my entire household. These two, Cali and Cara, were cousins. Both
of their mothers had been members of my Garden, and likely, when they were
older, they would as well. But for now, they cleansed my body. Under their
ministrations, I remembered.



I was actually born near this castle. But then the land was all wild
coastline and forests. My father was the village smith, a huge man named
Gustaf with blond hair tied back from his face, and an upper torso heavily
scarred with burns from his forges. My given name was Erlic.  But he'd been
a good man, with blue eyes that twinkled with delight whenever I tried to
help, and a booming laugh when my efforts succeeded. But as I grew older,
word of my father's skills spread, and traders began visiting regularly.
With tales of far off lands. Tales that stoked a fire in my mind and soul,
the dream of travel. I know my father was disappointed when I said goodbye
the first time. My younger brothers had both found themselves addicted to
the fire and noise of the forge though, so he sent me away with his
blessings.



Those first years were spent on caravans, going from small village to larger
burgh. Hardly the far off places I'd dreamed of. But I learned the skills of
the trader, and I learned the skills of battle against roving bands of
bandits and rogue soldiers. And it was the skill of war that took me farther
than I would have dreamed.



On the occasion of my twenty-third year, one of the senior partners received
word of a distant land, rich with exotic goods and rarely visited. It was
decided that a ship would be purchased, a crew found and the journey
attempted. And for the first time, I negotiated against my employers. I had
accumulated a fair hoard of coin, and offered it in exchange for partial
ownership of the ship, and all the cargos it carried. When the negotiations
ended, I was the senior partner, with 45% ownership of the "Chelae". And
preparing for my first sea voyage.



The "Chelae" was actually a large ship. She been storm damaged, and the
repairs had been well done, but the previous owners were a superstitious
lot, and didn't care to risk good cargo in her again, so we bought it cheap.
The crew we ended up with was at best called "iffy", but the Master, Paul,
was skilled and knew how to handle them. And we had cash for a large cargo
of trade goods. If, and I admitted to myself this was a big if, we completed
the journey, I was going to be a very happy, very wealthy man. Little did I
know.



The journey to the island nation took two months. I spent most of the first
two weeks throwing up.  Then I spent the next week beating discipline back
into the crew. And after that, I worked my tail off by day, and spent hours
in anticipation at night. But we finally arrived, in a land of light brown
skins. The people were small, most a head or more shorter than I, and they
spoke in a singsong ringing language.



I didn't understand a word. But Paul did, and he led the way. We found
merchants he knew, and he translated for us. I learned something, though. I
could read body language with these people infallibly. I knew every time
they tried to cheat me. Even when they tried with the Paul's help. I finally
took him aside, and explained I'd hang his cock around his neck if he
continued. I think he believed me, because the natives grew more moody as
the discussion went on. But I knew I was coming back, so the final agreement
was well to their advantage. The cargo I'd brought had cost me eighteen
hundred florins in gold. I sold it in Nasai for forty-eight. And the
merchants were happy! It was time for me to celebrate as well.



Paul led me through the docks to an inn nearby. The sign had a picture of
some mythical fish, with a spiral horn growing from its forehead. Paul said
it was a Narwhal. We stepped inside, and after my eyes adjusted looked
around. Where the men of this land had been short and stocky, the women were
petite. And, I admitted to myself, they were beautiful! True, this was my
first sight of them, and these bargirls were probably selected for their
good looks, but I don't think I have ever seen an unattractive woman in this
land since then.



We ordered a drink called saki. I'd never cared for the taste of rum or
beer, and most wines I had found only semi-palatable. But saki I learned I
enjoyed very much. And   I had a shocking tolerance for it.  I think I
shocked Paul with my capacity, at least until he fell asleep at the table.
And after Paul passed out, I found myself with a new companion. I think she
said her name was Meeahleebow. She may have been calling me an uncouth son
of a whore, though. At the time I had no idea. But she took me to a room
with an elevated mattress and undressed me, then stripped her robe off. I
reached out to cup her breast, but she simply smiled and pushed me down on
the bed. Then she began stroking my entire body. I'd never heard of massage
before this, but Mialibao took great pleasure in introducing it to me. Then
she took even more pleasure in introducing me to Mialibao.



Her breasts were perfect palmfuls. Her lips were soft and sweet, and tasted
slightly of saki and fish. Then she did something I'd never dreamed of. She
knelt above my face. With her legs spread apart, she began touching herself.
I watched where her fingers stroked and gaped as I saw the lips of her
vagina becoming damp. Then she ran her finger along her labia. Then pressed
her finger against my lips. Disgusted, I almost threw her off me, but, I don
't know, I.licked my lips. She was looking down at me when I did so, and
watched my expression change from disgust and rage to delight. A smile lit
up her face, and she drew two fingers along her vagina. These she offered to
me, not touching me this time, but holding them before my mouth. I looked at
the slippery fingertips and made a choice. I leaned up and sucked them into
my mouth. I savored the flavor of her juices, and wanted more. I think this
was her wish, as well, because as I gripped her hips and drew her down she
seemed to mumble happily.



Then she began to whine with pleasure as I started to caress her sex with my
tongue. I'd watched her touch herself, so tried to use my tongue the same
way. And found a spot that seemed to drive her mad. It was at the top of her
slit, and seemed to be a hard little button. And when my tongue touched it,
Mialibao groaned and rubbed against me. It seemed to be growing under my
ministrations, and soon, I could actually suck on it. This seemed to please
her immensely and I realized my chin was becoming coated with her
secretions. I released the nub I'd held within my lips and began to lick the
nectar that flowed from within her, savoring the sweet-tangy flavor of her
excitement. I'd almost licked her clean when she gave a sudden moan, and
clamped her thighs to my head and began to rub her self furiously against my
face. Then I felt the lips of her labia trembling against my tongue and she
cried out loudly before rolling to the side off my head. I had to twist to
catch her before she fell of the platform.



When Mia had recovered her senses, she kissed me, long and hard. It took me
a moment, but I realized she was enjoying the taste of her essence in my
mouth. And I realized it was making me hard. Actually, I was already hard.
Seeing and touching a woman the way I had had made my cock fully awake. But
when she was kissing me, it was throbbing at attention. I think it was this
movement that caught her eye.



She looked at it with sparkling brown eyes and licked her lips. Now, I was
not a virgin. I'd had more than my share of whores and harlots. But for the
most part, they had lain there and let me pleasure myself inside them, bored
or uncaring. But Mia was definitely different. When I tried to lay her down
so I could enter her, she shook her head and forced me onto my back. Then
she straddled my hips and faced me. Lifting up, she took me in hand, and
looked me in the eye. Seeing that I was paying attention, she rubbed the tip
of my cock against her sex. I'd been looking at her face before, but when
she began to rub me against her, I looked down to where we were touching.
There must have been a candle at the end of the bed, because I could see
clearly my cock in her grasp, and it was shiny with the juices that were
running from her sex. She rubbed the tip along herself again, and then I
watched in awe as she slowly slid down and engulfed my hardness.



A soft mew of pleasure escaped her as she settled against my hips. Then she
took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She showed me how to caress
her nipples, exactly how hard to pinch them and tug them gently. When she
was satisfied with my efforts, she began to raise and lower her hips,
sliding up and down on my invading organ. She set the pace she wanted, and
when she wanted more attention to her breasts, she pressed them against my
hands. When I began to moan in anticipation, she reached down and began
rubbing the little nub at the top of her sex, and began to ride me faster.
When I began to breathe harshly, she sank down and clenched her knees
against my waist. Then the walls that engulfed me began to quiver as she
rubbed her button hard and fast. With a cry, she drove herself down, and her
walls clenched around me. I almost screamed when I came within her. With her
vagina clamping against my cock, each spurt seemed to have to fight its way
out. But at last, we both collapsed. I couldn't believe what she'd done to
me. No woman I'd ever known had taken such pure pleasure in sex. I couldn't
believe I'd lasted so long, either. But then she moved, and I realized I
hadn't. Sometime during the time she'd been riding my face, I'd come at
least once, and coated my belly. Mia seemed to find that terribly amusing,
though.



Then she took my hand and helped me to sit up. When I'd entered the room,
all I'd really seen was Mialibao and the bed. But now I noticed the huge
bronze tub that she led me. The water was very warm, and I wondered when it
had been filled, and then wondered how many people had been in and out of
the room while Mia and I had pleasured each other. But when she pushed me to
the tub, and began to bathe me, I decided I didn't care who had seen me, as
long as I could visit with Mialibao often.

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