New Territories

It was the night that he lived for. At 35,000 feet over the artic, it was a crystal clear night outside and with a full moon reflecting off the snow below he could see for hundreds of kilometres in all directions. He enjoyed the moment, its beauty and its simplicity. He could live in the daylight but it deaden his senses, speed and superiority over mankind. It was night when he could hunt, and enjoy his own special world.

He looked back into the cabin. The lights were down and the passengers were watching some inflight movie with Brad Pitt & Tom Cruise. He knew what his real world was like and it wasn't how Hollywood portrayed it thank goodness. His survival instinct was just a strong as it was in most humans. If he had carried on like that over the last 300 years he would have been hunted down and killed long ago. He was flying business class even though he could have bought the plan 20 times over. He could have hired his own Lear jet to fly him into the country but that would have drawn attention to himself. Far better to arrive as just a general passenger on a commercial flight.

The moon poured in through the window, and it heightened his desire. The hunger was racing through his body now. The stewardess had asked whether his dinner was all right. He'd thanked her and said that he would have something later. That made him smile.

In his mind he scanned the cabin looking for the nourishment that sustained him. It was like being at a smorgasbord without a plate. He would have to be very careful to use all of his powers to ensure his safe escape. He momentarily thought of one of the passengers until the place and time presented itself to him. One of the stewards was thinking about using the special crew quarters at the rear of the aircraft to bunk down and get some sleep. This would give him the privacy that he needed. It would have to be one of the flight crew but which one?

He thought of the young brunette that had served him dinner. In a moment her mind opened up to him. She was madly in love with an architect. No she wouldn't do. His mind raced around the crew, interrogating their lives. He always preferred women. He loved them all, as much for their taste as for their desire and love for him. His mind settled on the head stewardess. Yes, here was an opportunity. She was in her mid thirties. He quickly reviewed her life, divorced, no current boy friend or lover, a 16-year-old daughter, and she lived in an apartment by her self. Yes she was perfect.

She was about 5 foot 5 high, reddish hair, thrust up into a bun at the back. Her eyes were a greeny/grey and a face that was just starting to show the signs of maturity. She was very attractive even though she had lost that youthful innocence. Her figure was good for her age, hips a bit wider, and breasts that were full and inviting for his mouth. Her demeanour was one of efficiency and control of her cabin crew.

Belinda was her name even though every one called her B. Until he made eye contact with her, he wouldn't be able to control the situation. He reached up and rang the call button. It was the young brunette who answered. She leant over and switched off the button.

"Is there something I can help you with sir?" she said.

"Yes, could you get the head stewardess for me" he said in a quiet voice.

"Is there anything that I can do for you, as she is busy at the present moment?"

"No thankyou, I just want to commend the cabin crews efforts" he said.

She straightened up, with a light glow coming over her. Most people complained, it was good to get some compliments for once.

It was another ten minutes before B arrived.

"Yes sir can I be of service." He glanced up through his glasses and smiled at her.

"Yes, Id just like to thank you for all of your kind service tonight" her starred deep into her eyes.

"Thankyou" she said. "We do try hard to look after our passengers needs."

"How long have you been flying?" he asked

"About 14 years," His eyes bore into hers. She hesitated their was something strong about him, that attracted her. "I started after I had my daughter Jane", she continued on, "Ive been flying practically all my life". Why was she telling him all this? She sounded like a babbling schoolgirl.

She continued to look into his eyes and now couldn't drag her eyes away from him. There were butterfly's in her stomach and she knew something strange was happening. She felt so attracted to him, so drawn to him, as if he was absorbing her and then she fell into his eyes lost.

"Hello B," he said softly. "Hello" she smiled at him.

"We must go somewhere very private, can you arrange this for me, yes?"

"Yes I would like to go some where private, just wait a minute or two and ill arrange it".

She stood up and strode back down the cabin, even speaking briefly to one of the other passengers to arrange an aspro.

The movie finished and the lights were turned down. His mind turned to the three cabin crew bunked down in the rear quarters. Within moments they began to stir. One by one they emerged from the galley lift and wandered off to fall asleep elsewhere in the aircraft.

He turned to look down the cabin to where B was now waiting. She smiled back at him and nodded.

He arose and walked quietly down the aisle. His mind scattering disinformation around him. No one saw him or would remember him ever walking down the aisle.

As he reached the rear galley, B took his hand and guided him into the elevator. She pushed the down button and the lift quickly descended into the cargo/galley area. A few quick steps led them into small room lined with bunks. She closed the door behind her.

In a moment she had turned and was kissing him passionately. Thrusting her tongue into him with provocative abandon.

This was the moment he enjoyed, the first time, a new body, a new soul, a new supply of blood, a new lover.

He kissed her, running his hands over her back, waist, and bottom. He squeezed her bottom and drew her hips into him. Not that he had really needed to as she ground her pubic bone into his groin.

"Take your blouse and skirt off," he said.

She reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair, shook her head and let the hair cascade over her shoulders. Her hands moved to her top button and one by one the buttons were pulled from there slits.

She pulled her blouse out of her skirt, off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her right hand reached around and held her skirt as her left hand undid the zipper. It also fell to the floor to join the blouse. She was know just wearing her bra, panties and hose. She looked up at him to see that he was watching her. Her hands reached up to cup her breasts and lift them, so that they were no longer supported by her bra straps. Her hands held her bra covered breasts and raised and lowered them several times. It was almost as if she was offering them to him as a gift. There was something in the back of her mind which was screaming at her but it wouldn't emerge.

She kicked her "sensible" shoes off and pushed her hose down her legs in one easy action. She wore a simple bra and panties, nothing extravagant.

His gaze flowed over her body, examining all her femineity. It was an air of approval, an air of a conasueir, a man who knew women and how to please them. An air pocket bounced the back of the plane and he had to grab her to steady himself. Their bodies bounced together and she knew that he was hard, oh did she know he was hard.

Their faces were only centimetres apart, their bodies still centimetres apart, not touching. Incredible electricity flowed between their bodies. He reached out with just his index finger and pressed it into the top of her slit just above her clitoris. Slowly he traced it up her panties, over her pubic mound and then along to her panty clad hip, up her side to her goose bumped waist and then up the top of her waist to the underside of her breast. His eyes bored into hers. His eyes streamed into her body sending waves of sexual stimulation into her mind. Her body was tingling, and she knew she was getting wet. His finger brushed up the side of her breast and across the satin material to her nipple. It slowly traced around and around the nipple. Still his eyes bore into hers, and still his finger continued to circle her nipple. Her toes curled, her thigh muscles tensed, her body started to shake slightly, her groin muscles contracted and then her cervix contracted within her and she let forth a shallow moan as her vagina drenched her panties.

"You are a beautiful thing B aren't you", he said . He stepped back and she fell forward onto her knees. The small cabin reaked of her sex, and she rolled slowly onto her side. She reached down and with both hands, pushed her soaked panties down to her knees and then with the help of her right foot, off onto her pile of clothes.

He moved back to lie on one of the beds. She knelt down beside the bed, untied his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them off. She climbed onto the bed between his legs. He gazed down at her body, her breasts hanging in there constraints before his face, captured and restrained by her bra. Her pubic hair was a strong red, which proved she was no bottle red head. He raised his hips as she pulled his jocks down to his knees.

Her mouth enveloped his cock, which was already swollen in anticipation. Her tongue swirled around the head, and she sucked his cock, as if she was trying to draw his seed from him. This was always the position he loved, looking down at them, their mouths open, licking, sucking, desiring his body.

From now on her desire would only become greater. Her mouth once more sought out his cock, sucking wantonly, a look of lust an excitement in her eyes. She knew he was close she could feel his cock hardening. The veins pumping blood into his member so that it was almost inhumanly stiff.

She swirled her tongue backwards and forwards around the underside of his cock, teasing its most sensitive area. Occasionally she positioned her body and head and let it slide down her throat until her nose touched his pubic hair. As her mouth withdrew up his length her hand grasped his member now wet with her saliva. She stoked her hand up and down but it was her mouth where she was really pleasing him.

Her teeth would occasionally graze down either side his shaft, and she would quickly let her lips and tongue lick the shaft smooth to increase his erotic stimulation. Her tongue sought out just the head of his shaft, and she bobbed her head backwards and forwards quickly, her hand positioning up and down his salvia covered member.

He cried out as he came, she gulped and gulped again. She had no opportunity to do anything else, even her gag reflex didnt occur. The look of lust quickly turned to surprise when she tasted him. A trickle of blood escaped from her mouth. It tasted like blood but was white like semen. She quickly wiped it into her mouth. She reached down and licked the last of his "semen" from his cock head and looked up into his eyes. She sat back on the floor for a moment. Her eyes had a vacant look about them as she savoured the most beautiful taste she had ever had in her mouth.

The semen, if it was blood slid down her throat, but it also started to coarse through her body. She could feel it spreading, ever spreading, invading her body. Her breasts and nipples started to tingle. Her pussy was also reacting. Her pussy lips were now swollen as if she had just spent the last half hour in torrid love making and her clit was erect and desperate to be rubbed.

Her slit was very wet, wetter then she could ever remember. Her juices dripped onto her pubic hair leaving little droplets of honey. She could feel her heart pumping the blood to her breasts and pussy and away from her waist and backside. Her skin felt tighter all over her body and already she felt younger. Her breasts were now an extra 2 sizes larger and her body coursed with sexual lust. Her pussy ached to be filled. Her mind screamed no but her body demanded satisfaction.

He smiled at her. Thankyou my darling, he said quietly

She raised her hands to cover her breasts, her hands covering her bra. Who are you? She said in a tiny scared voice.

"I'm your master and lover for as long as you want?"

"What do I call you" B said.

"I go by many names, but you will call me "Baron".

She could not understand her body or her feelings. Only her logic screamed that she didn't know this man, and that she shouldn't be doing this.

His cock remained hard and erect. It didn't lie on his stomach but stood erect at 50 degrees. She licked her lips, retasting his come. She stood, her pussy leading her forward.

She stepped to the side and placed one knee on either side of his waist. He placed his hands behind his head and gazed at her pubic area, her pussy lips engorged with blood and wet with excitement. Her pubic hair glistened in the half light with droplets of her juice stuck to the hairs.

She reached between her legs and grabbed his cock at its base. It was as hard as dildo but this wasn't a dildo. She rubbed it backwards and forwards along her slit, feeling its smoothness on her vagina and her clitoris. Every time she rubbed it past her vagina she fought the desire to drop her body onto his cock. His cock felt so hard and smooth as she rubbed it again past her clit and then she dropped her hips, impaling herself on his cock.

It forced her tunnel open easily. She was so wet. But now the cock was expanding further, stretching the vagina till her eyes momentarily crossed and her head dropped. Her whole body momentarily focussed on her sex and the sensation she was feeling.

She didn't ride him up and down, the thickness of his cock almost prevented that. From within she could feel the head of his cock now pressed up against her cervix. It was expanding and contracting within her. She now felt completely immobilised while his cock-head throbbed in her stomach and massaged her cervix, gently, gently and then hard, almost as if it knew what really turned her on. Her cervix retaliating against his cocks throbbing, with its own dance seeking out the non existent semen as her body had been designed to do.

It felt like the size of an orange and she now felt completely joined with this man, a part of this man. It was the strangest, and most sexually exciting feeling she had ever felt. The first orgasm hit her hard, she fell forward, pinned by his cock inside her, her toes curling in, her calf muscle tensing, her eyes closed in sexual ecstasy.

She grunted, and let out a low moan while she pushed down on her pelvic floor. For a moment she lost track of time as her orgasm drew out and then subsided. His cock still hadn't changed, it was still the same size inside her, but the head didn't throb like it had done before. It had stopped its dance with her cervix.

She lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He kissed her back, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He broke away from her for a moment and smiled.

"Did you enjoy that my darling?"

She tilted her head to the side and kissed him lightly on the lips again.

"That was, was unbelievable, and your so big inside me. Ive never had an orgasm as good as that ever!" "I've never even felt that feeling before".

She pushed herself upright with her arms, her groin pivoting her body on his cock.

"You will again in a moment." He said quietly. "An orgasm twice as strong as that."

She looked at him in disbelief.

He reached up and cupped her bra covered breasts. The straps strained over her shoulders. Her breasts were now far too big for the bra she had on. He ran his hands over her breasts and down her sides. He left his hands lying on her thighs.

Almost without knowing she reached behind her and undid her bra, releasing her breasts to his touch. Her nipples were hard and erect. Each nipple was fully erect, the width of her little finger.

She leant forward offering her breasts for his mouth. She balanced on her arms, feeling his hands surround and direct her left breast to his mouth. His lips surrounded the nipple and then moved behind the nipple and pushed down

"You and I are now joined" he smiled "You can if you wish leave me at any time, and you will forget everything that has happened or is about to happen to you. I need you, just as you will need me, and one of these nights you may even become one of my wives."

She smiled and kissed him gently on his lips.

She sat back up, and once again started to feel the throb of his cock in her vagina.

"I can give you my love, wealth, and sexual lust far beyond what you ever dreamed of." He said

"But now I need your body to nourish mine."

Instinctively she leaned forward, lowering her left breast to his mouth. He tongued her nipple gently, the sensation filling her breast with warmth. She felt his teeth scratch across her breast. She drew back in surprise and noticed a scratch had been opened on her breast. Blood was oozing from the scratch and her breast was smeared with her blood.

Her eyes were drawn from her breast to his mouth. Her blood surrounded his mouth and where before only normal teeth had existed two large fangs had now been drawn forward. She gazed at his fangs in shock. Her body was leaning forward on her arms. She wanted to sit up quickly and escape, but instead her left shoulder was dipping, her left breast moving towards his waiting mouth. Towards those fangs.

Her nipple was approached his mouth and his fangs. His cock was now throbbing hard once again against her cervix. Her whole body was again starting to tingle as he drew his lips back, opened his jaws and waited as he she lowered her breast into his mouth.

She felt his fangs scratch by on either side of her nipple, the razor sharp points lightly scratching her breast and then he squeezed his fangs down into the soft flesh. The skin resisted the fangs for a moment before they punched through the skin into the breast.

She felt the orgasm arising immediately from her groin, the flush and tingle of excitement rising up through her stomach to her breasts. Her whole body tensing in exaltation from her toes, buttocks, vagina, through her stomach to her breasts, from her head through her shoulders, through her heart to her breasts. She could feel the blood from all over body racing into left breast. He sucked hard and her body convulsed as her whole body reacting to his mouth and his bite.

The orgasm lifted her to a new sexual plateau, not just a peak, and she started orgasming, one after the other. Her left breast was now back to normal size and he removed his fangs from her breast. She immediately offered him her right breast. He bit into her right breast and again sucked her blood from her, the orgasms continued. Her thighs and his pubic area were now completely soaked in her juices, his cock continuing to throb within her pussy. She started to feel dizzy, stars started to appear before her eyes, and she fell forward onto him in one last huge orgasm as she passed out.

A moment later she awoke, she felt tired but completely relaxed. She was now lying on her back on the bunk. She looked down at her body, naked, and covered in perspiration. Her breasts were their normal size, but she could see two holes beside each of her nipples. A little blood had run from each puncture wound, but her blood was coagulating so quickly the bleeding stopped before her eyes. She raised her hands to her breasts. They were much firmer now then before.

"Thankyou B" he said you are now a part of me, whenever I want you, you will come to me. You are part of me and I have drunk of your body.

She gazed up at him in confusion. This wasn't supposed to happen. She gazed down at her breasts again. The fang marks showed on either side of her nipples and for some reason her breasts had become larger and firmer.

But he had just drunk her blood her mind screamed. But then again no man had ever made her feel that good ever. Suddenly a frightening thought occurred to her.

"Are you going to kill me", she said.

"No I don't kill for my hunger, and yes Iam a vampire." He said.

"You will always remember this experience, but your mind is prevented from ever talking about it to anybody, apart from with my other consorts and lovers. Your body is now building more blood which it will store in your breasts."

"When I am hungry, you will come to me or I will come to where you are and I will feed again."

"For the next 6 months your body will yearn for my semen. It is like a drug, the more you get the more you body will want of it. If you don't get anymore your body will eventually flush it from your system and you will return to normal."

She felt his semen oozing out of her vagina. He must have come, after she had passed out.

"Can I become like you" she said turning her body around on the bed and opening her legs.

"Maybe, but it is an onerous conversion you talk of and only the strongest are called"

He reached down and slid his finger up and down her slit as it quickly became slippery again. He rubbed her clitoris gently, feeling her enjoyment as it transposed itself into his body. His cock started to grow again and she smiled. He pushed his index finger gently into her pussy up to his first knuckle and then scooped up some of his semen, that was still oozing out. She realised what he was doing, and licked her lips unconsciously. He offered it to her mouth, which she opened and then closed over his finger, her cheeks contracting as she sucked on his finger.

The aircraft suddenly dropped several hundred feet and the baron snapped his hand onto a bulk head to stop himself from falling.

"We have finished for now. I will call you when Im ready ." he turned and was gone.