New Territory for the Vampire

Jane pulled her overcoat up around her ears as she stepped out in to the cold frigid night. The call had come just after 7.00pm telling her that a car would pick her up at 8.00pm just like the Baron had said. As she stood on the steps outside her apartment she watched the last of the commuters rushing home from over-time anxious to get in out of the cold.

The snowstorm of last night had cleared but the snow still layed piled around the gardens and footpaths. Only the black heat of the roadways had made any significant difference on what the snow chose to cover. Her breath blew little clouds of vapour as she tried to warm her hands with her breath. A few cars and taxis passed up and down the street, the tyres squelching through the rapidly melting snow. Jane watching each come and go, uncertain what type of car the baron would send.

The lights of a black stretched limousine pulling slowly around the corner caught her eye and she watched it creep the hundred yards up the road before slowing to a stop outside her apartment. For a moment it sat, the windows obscuring all inside, the exhaust creating small clouds behind the vehicle. Jane looked around wondering whom it could be for. It sat, its white lights shining clearly in the cold clear night, the brake lights glowing on the surrounding trees. The rear door opened mechanically and Jane waited for somebody to get out. But nobody did.

Jane started to watch the limousine intently suddenly aware that this might be the car that the baron had sent for her. She walked down the footpath a few paces before, stepping over the gutter and bending to look inside the car. It was empty. She stepped around to the passenger side front window and knocked on it, hoping to get a response. She looked in through the windscreen, but the driver remained obscured and did not reply. It was then that she knew that this was the baron's car, and she quickly stepped into the rear of the vehicle pulling the door closed behind her.

The inside of the limousine was surprisingly warm and she sat forward pulling her overcoat off and throwing it on the seat beside her. The driver indicated and pulled slowly away from the curb into the traffic.

Jane was worried. In 24 hours her life had changed. She had woken this morning, feeling like she had just had the best sex of her life, only to remember the strange intruder calling himself the Baron. Or was it all just a sexy dream. Her hand had rubbed her neck feeling the two puncture marks. Confusion had suddenly clouded her brain. She had gotten quickly out of bed to look in the mirror, only to promptly fall on the floor feeling suddenly dizzy. She had then struggled to her feet, and rushed into the bathroom, only to throw herself at the toilet bowl and vomit.

She had spent the next 5 minutes retching her stomach into the toilet bowl and feeling wretched. When she had finished, she flushed the toilet and splashed some cold water on her face. She dried the water from her face, and then rubbing her face dry with a towel she examined the twin puncture marks to her neck. It was the strangest thing that she had ever seen. She had attended patients with dog cat horse snake and even seal bites but nothing that even remotely looked like this.

She had turned her back on the mirror for a moment, her hand rubbing her neck, thinking of the previous night's intruder and what he had said. It all came flooding back, her strip tease, his fondling of her body, and of his lustful bite of her neck, his prophetic words and then finally he had disappeared into the night over the balcony.

Her hands ran down from her neck and she cupped her breasts noticing that they felt a little sore. Could she be, the vomiting ....... She walked quickly out to her medical bag, removed a pregnancy test kit and quickly pulled the contents out and read the instructions. Twenty minutes later she had the answer, and tears welled into her eyes before she threw her face in her hands and sobbed in desperation. This is not what she wanted, she wasn't ready, she didn't have a partner, no, no, no. She picked up the phone and called in sick, and then flung herself back into bed, to work out the implications of having a new life inside her and what it would mean.

In the twelve hours since that test, Jane had still not been able to believe that she was now pregnant. It was that Oswald that was the father. He was a real pain, how she ever saw anything in him she would never know. But now she was having his baby, and only a week ago he had viciously dumped her. He had been really cruel about the way he had broken up, and he didn't spare her feelings. Well she wouldn't go crawling back to him. If she had to have the baby she would, and she'd do it alone without any damn man ruining her life. But what had the baron meant that there were things she had to know. Deep down inside she feared those words as if it was something that was coming back to haunt her.

She looked out the window, and watched the city flash away behind her. She didn't know where she was going or how long it would take her. She really didn't know this man who had summoned her, but she felt deep down a sense of compulsion to go. She stared out the window again as the limousine accelerated away from another set of lights, her hand rubbing the puncture marks on her neck.

'What was she getting herself into', she thought?

The Baron floated outside Sandy's window and smiled at the disappearing limousine.

'Sweet Jane', he thought.

'It would not be a good night for the young doctor'. Well he would deal with that situation later in the evening but first he would savour Sandy's sweet young body.

The light in her bedroom turned on briefly as Sandy entered her room, her wet hair bundled in a towel. She picked up her nightie, and returned back into the bathroom turning the heater lights on. From her bedroom window the Baron watched as she slipped out of her dressing gown, hanging it on the door before letting the towel on her head slip to the ground. Her body now glowed with the freshness of a recent shower.

She stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, her firm young breasts large and full, rounded slightly with large nipples pointing towards the hand basin in front of her. She really did have large breasts he thought, full and inviting for his mouth, and he moistened his lips with his tongue, his groin tingling in anticipation.

The Baron entered her mind, finding that Sandy's flatmate Rebecca would be away for a few nights at her boyfriend's place. The baron was pleased, as Rebecca would have caused him trouble as he fed from his latest interest. The baron clouded her mind with tiredness and he willed her to her bed. He smiled as she started to yawn. His vigil from outside her eighth story window continued like a tiger slowly stalking its prey, waiting, waiting for the right time to pounce.

Sandy lightly dusted herself with talcum powder and turned her hair dryer on to dry her hair. Ten minutes later her hair was dry and her blondish hair cascaded down to her shoulders. Picking up her nightie she through it over her head before doing the buttons up the front. She pulled her hair out of the nightie and to let it fall over her shoulders. Finished Sandy briefly checked her teeth before turning the light out and walking back into her bedroom.

Leaving the light out she slipped straight beneath the covers of her bed. It was still early but she felt very tired tonight. Her period was due in a day or so, and she knew it was the old pmt about to start again. Sometimes it was a real bitch being a woman. She was unlucky to suffer from moderate to strong PMT and had lost more then one of her boy friends because her moodiness at that time of the month. It wasn't the boyfriend's fault but it also wasn't fair that she should suffer like this every month.

'Oh well' she thought 'ill try not to bitch everybody out this month.'

She lay in her white sheets, and gazed out the window at the clear winter night sky. The stars sparkling, not a cloud in the sky apart from a little unusual smudge outside her window. The moon was rising and its early light cast a golden glow over her bed. She watched in fascination as the little smudge of a cloud blew towards her window.

The baron watched her, his excitement growing. Slowly he moved forward, his mist, now touching the window. Then with all of his will power, he morphed his form through the window into her bedroom. His mist floated beside the window in the corner before slowly materialising into his human form. His eyes now on hers. He watched and smiled at her.

For 5 minutes he stood and watched Sandy as he slowly regained his strength. Morphing through solid objects was without doubt the hardest thing he ever did. Sandy continued to watch him. Already she knew the eyes from last night, but she only saw the hunkiest man she could ever dream of. It was always this way. He was a total chameleon, changing and altering to the desires of his mistresses, and the women that he fed from. He would always be what ever they wanted him to be.

The baron stepped slowly over to the bed, measuring each step, should he frighten her. But he found no fear, only a look of romantic fantasy. Sitting on the right side of the bed he reached for her hand, as she slid hers into his. He raised it to his lips and kissed it lightly, smiling back at her. He reached for her face and brushed some of the hair away from her eyes. Her hand raised his to her lips and she lightly kissed the back of his hand.

Well there would be time for kissing later on, the baron thought, and Sandy immediately raised her hands to her nightie as if some unwritten message had suddenly been sent. Button by button was undone, each revealing a little bit more of her breasts, before she gently pulled the material back to completely reveal her breasts, large and full if a little flattened as they spread out over her rib cage. Nevertheless, they made a beautiful sight, glowing in the golden light of the early moon. Her skin starting to goosebump in the coolness of the room, and her nipples starting to harden from her excitement and the night on her breasts. Sandy pulled her nightie material down under breasts, allowing her chest to now be fully offered to this stranger with the blue eyes.

The baron never asked the women he fed from but only rarely did they not enjoy the experience. His hunger drove him to feed from humans and he would always repay the women in sexual satisfaction, far greater then they had ever felt. His teeth slid forward and he lowered his head to her left breast. He lightly raked his fangs across her skin, scratching it and allowing a small stain of blood to well. Sandy gasped in surprise, her hand raised to the back of his head. Running his tongue around her nipple, he positioned his fangs on either side of it and then he plunged his fangs deep into her breast. Sandy sucked air into her lungs in shock and excitement. Her hips raised into the air as she held onto the head now feeding from her breast.

She could feel her blood pumping into her breast and now sucked out of her breast through his fangs. The strangers tongue, lapped and sucked on her nipple, her nipple suddenly warmed by her own blood now filling his mouth as he drank from her body. She pulled his head into her breast as her blood sloshed around in his mouth. She watched his throat swallow, mouthful after mouthful of her blood.

She could feel herself becoming turned on very quickly. She wanted him to never stop, oh god it felt good. Her right hand slid down between her legs and pulled the nightie up before returning to her wet slit, pushing her pussy lips apart to release her sudden wetness.

She raised her knees, and pushed her groin up to meet her fingers. One followed by two fingers pushed inside her wet hole, her thumb rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and experienced the joy of her fingers rubbing her clit, her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy as she fed this stranger from her breast. She could feel the blood being sucked, mouthful after mouthful from her breast, and then as she opened her eyes, she felt the strangers mouth take one last huge gulp, which almost shrank her breast, and she came, with a growling moan, twisting her body in enjoyment.

Her body tensed and then slowly relaxed from the orgasm that she had just had. She looked down to see the stranger, licking her left breast. Her skin showing two puncture marks on either side of her nipple. Blood was still seeping from the wounds and she watched in amazement as lick by lick of his tongue stopped the bleeding before her eyes.

She looked at his face, his fangs shining white in the moonlight. His tongue licking the last traces of her blood from her breast. She raised her right hand from under the covers, and rubbed her left breast with it. Touching the puncture marks with her fingers. For a moment she watched as the strangers nostrils flared at the scent on her fingers.

She raised her fingers to his mouth, and he sucked them in, savouring the sweet, individual smell of female secretions. She felt the razor sharp fangs in his mouth, as his tongue rotated around her fingers, scouring her taste from them.

But there was something else there. The baron had planned to quickly feed on Sandy and leave for home for his rondeavou with Jane, but Sandy's tasty fingers offered further delicacies. In a moment he discarded his clothes. He stood beside the bed, his erect 7" penis pointing slightly above horizontal, his blood pumping into it firming it up. He knelt onto the bed beside Sandy's head offering his erect cock for her mouth.

Sandy didn't need a second offer, and wriggled her body slightly up the bed to allow her lips to wrap around the head of his penis. She started to bob her head backwards and forwards, in a very inexperienced manner. Her teeth scrapping over the skin, and reducing the barons pleasure. She had had several fumbling experiences in the front of cars and with an old boyfriend, but for some reason, they didn't seem to like it. The barons hand rested on her head, absorbing her sexual experience and understood why her old boyfriends hadn't really like it as she once again raked her teeth over his cock. He screwed his face up in pain. This was one woman who could do with some blowjob lessons.

He stood up for a moment and looked down at Sandy.

"Sandy, you will call me master from now on", he said seriously. After 25 minutes it was the first words that had passed between them.

"Yes master" she said suddenly subservient to his dominance, surprised at her own words.

The baron reached down and flung the covers back, exposing her blonde pussy and widely flung legs. Her vaginal lips red and flushed with excitement and the air suddenly full of her orgasmic aroma. For a moment Sandy started to pull her nightie down, before instead pulling it back up around her waist, allowing him to view her body.

The baron reached down and grabbing the tops of both thighs dragged her body about a foot down the bed. Quickly he mounted the bed, a knee either side of her shoulders, and settling into the classic 69 position, he lowered his face to her inflamed pussy lips. Reaching around her legs, he slid two of his right fingers into her pussy, allowing them to become covered with her juices. He bent his head down to lick her wet slit, as his fingers continued to pull her juices to her outer lips. Her pussy was well covered with blonde pubic hair, and stroke by stroke they became matted and coated in droplets of her love juices.

After lightly tasting her pussy, he was satisfied and sitting back on his haunches, picked her body up by the hips and raised her wet slit to his mouth like a person drinking from a coconut. Sandy' legs hung in the air for a moment, before falling forward over his shoulders. Her large clitoris was immediately in front of his mouth, and he attacked it playfully with his tongue perceiving the flow of blood into its hood. Even held strongly in his hands she still squirmed, her clit before his tongue enjoying this special attention.

With only her shoulders and head still on the bed Sandy gazed up her master's firm strong body. His biceps bulged as he held her total weight in his hands. His stomach muscles rippled like an elite athlete and his cock looked inviting, as she reached for it and pulled it into her mouth. She started to suck his cockhead like it was a lollypop, and was greeted with an appreciative groan from her master.

His tongue snaked deep into her pussy, 7" deep, searching and retrieving her menstrual flow. Licking and retrieving her bloody flow into his hungry mouth. The tip sought out and found, her cervix, and gently buried through its tiny entrance to her womb, seeking out and retrieving the heavy flow that only now was just starting. His tongue was gentle, gracefully removing the sides of the womb unneeded now without a fertilised egg. It was a rare delight for a vampire, and he savoured her sweet and unexpected taste. His tongue darted in and out, retrieving her menstrual fluids, pistoning into her pussy just like a hard cock. He withdrew his tongue and swallowed the last of this month's flow. There would be no period for Sandy this month he thought and licked his lips in delight.

He gazed down for a moment, and then decided that this tasty little thing might be very nice every month. He may have to bring her across as a mistress to join Veronique and Sonia. He watched his cock being sucked into her sweet little mouth. Mischievously he bit hard into her clit with his fangs and was rewarded with Sandy's teeth biting down on his cock in surprise at her own pain. It was exactly what the baron had hoped. His cock now bleeding profusely poured blood into her mouth.

He lowered her body to the bed and then started to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth. For some strange reason Sandy started to swallow the baron's blood, and then in surprise her mouth was suddenly filled with squirt after squirt of the baron's semen, and he groaned in delight. Sandy swallowed again, and again and again, pleased with her success.

The baron rubbed some saliva onto her clit, and then withdrew his cock from her mouth, hesitating for a moment to allow one last squirt of semen to shoot across her cheek, nose, and into her hair. Several drops of blood ran from his cock, to fall on her cheek, as he rubbed his saliva onto his cock, her rough teeth marks heeling immediately.

He stood and looked at Sandy. She lay a dishevelled heap on the bed. Smeared blood, covered her face, breasts, and pussy. Her hair once clean and shining, was now matted with sweat and semen. It had been a very tasty little feeding, but now he was late for home. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy enjoying its smooth wetness. He withdrew his lightly bloodied fingers and offered them to her mouth. For the first time in her life, she tasted her period flow. For some reason, she didn't know why it tasted wonderful to her.

"Sandy, you have drunk of my blood, and you are mine to command. From now on your body is mine for my pleasure. Your love for me will protect me against all others." Said the baron looking at her seriously before slowly smiling and kissing her lips

"Rest your period is finished and I will send for you when I need to drink from your body again."

He pulled the bed covers back up over her body before slowly stroking her face and smiling at her. Then he turned and within 3 steps morphed his way through the window and away into the darkness.

With his body fully recharged with Sandy's life essence he was ready for anything. He flew quickly over land and arrived just as the limousine arrived at the front gate. His mist swirled to a stop on the battlements and as he gazed down, the young doctor stepped out of the limousine and stepped up to the front door. Jane would need to face many shocking truths tonight, and he was now ready for it.

Veronique knew that the Baron was home. It was her female sixth sense that told her. She had felt it as she had opened the door to welcome Dr Jane Bentley into the Barons house. Veronique took the Doctor in very quickly, admiring her pale whitish complexion, her greenish eyes and red lips overlayed on a Celtic bone structure. The doctors red hair was curled in small ringlets that naturally curled round her face, framing it, before falling on to her shoulders.

She was a very attractive young woman, and Veronique felt a little sorry that the Baron would not bring her into his harem of lovers. Leaving Sonia to entertain the good doctor, she went in search of her master.

She never new where he went and she still hoped that one day she would be ready to become like him, so she could fly with him in the night sky to feed together. He had been out feeding, and she wondered whom he had found tonight. The girl from last night or somebody new. Had he just fed from her, had he made love to her, had he brought her into his coven of lust, would he be shortly be bringing a new mistress into her household?

She smiled at that. Yes it was the Barons house, but really for all intensive purposes it was her mansion. She was the Barons number one mistress and so she would always run the house and the barons mistresses. She would keep them in line, and if discipline were needed she would administer it. The baron depended on her deeply, and she felt his love, respect and desire wash over her as there psychic wavelengths crossed trying to tune their brains together.

She knew that he was searching for her, but he was also toying with her, switching his brain waves, to cloud her senses to obscure his location. But she could also feel his desire to touch, feel and hold her body close to his. She turned down the hall to the bedrooms in the west wing looking from door to door. Feeling his presence nearby but not seeing him. The passage was dark, the only illumination coming from a little moonlight reflecting off the bedroom timber floors and into the hallway. There was nobody in this part of the house, and the rooms and hallway were silent.

She turned around, sensing a presence behind her, but there was nobody there. She continued her search walking across to the east wing. Walking from room to room. Stopping for a moment she listened but heard only the sound of the breeze in the trees outside. She checked the last bedrooms on the right side of the corridor before crossing to the last bedroom on the left. All the lights were off and she walked over to the window where the heavy drapes hung framing the French style windows.

She looked outside for a moment and then turn back into the room. The bed was made and the room was tidy. She walked over to the other window for a moment to admire the purity of the powder snow still covering the formal lawn that ran down to the iced over lake at the end of the grounds. She had always loved that sight of moonlight on pure powder snow. The crystals glistened in the moonlight, a million little crystals reflecting the light in all directions. Little trails of powder blew in random circles aimlessly.

Breath caressed her neck. She froze, sensing her master's presence. Again the breath came on the right side of her neck. His fingers touched her waist, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. For a moment the breathing stopped, and she opened her eyes suddenly believing that her senses had tricked her. She turned and the room was empty behind her. She whirled back towards the window searching for her master, but the moonlight only flooded back into the room.

She turned quickly back into the room, and her mouth was suddenly opened as her masters tongue aggressively pushed its way into her mouth, her waist pulled into his body with his strong masculine strength. Momentarily surprised, she quickly returned his kiss with unbridled passion, searching, and dancing her tongue with his.

She felt his arms wrap around her body, his right hand squeezing and pulling her bottom towards his body, his groin sandwiching her pubic mound between two opposing forces. His cock already erect and solid was impressed against the soft flesh of her mound, and he slowly ground it against her enjoying her resistance. Her breasts were pinned against his chest as his left hand completed the envelopment, leaving her in no uncertainty where his passion lay.

She licked his lips tasting the master's previous feast. A mixture of dried trace blood and female secretions flowed across her taste buds. After 75 years as a vampires mistress she had become a conasuer of theses tastes and it excited her. She pulled her head backwards for a moment and sucked on his lips and then swirled her tongue around his fangs which he had let down for her pleasure.

The baron immediately smelled her scent of desire, and knew the excitement she got from the experience. His right hand ventured around to the front of her mound, and he commenced to rub her through the thick material of her long black gown. He lowered his head to her neck, and his fangs slid forward ready to bury them deep in his lover's neck. The razor pointed teeth slid across her neck and she allowed her head to fall sideways and waited for his bite.

In a flash she lifted her right into his groin, squeezing and grabbing his erect cock and solid balls. The Baron looked at her in surprise. She squeezed again, and the baron gazed at her in abject agony, a third squeeze and he fell to his knees, his eyes becoming watery.

"Ah, Ah, Ah", she said waving her right index finger at him.

"You have a guest downstairs, and after that your filling this", she said rubbing her left hand down her slit, "before you do anything".

She released her grip on his pride and joy, and smiled wickedly at him. The baron fell to the ground momentarily. He started to raise himself up on his arms and was surprised as a black leather stiletto heal pushed him back down onto the ground. The heel was thin, and strategically placed in the middle of his forehead. She firmly pushed back as the baron's resistance waned.

A slight thin smile spread across his face as he gazed along the black leather boots past the black laces, and up to her sheer black silken stockings. Lying with his head on the timber floorboards, he stared with fascination at her smooth athletic legs, covered in sheer black silk. His eyes drifted to the tops of her stockings, the extra thick black band around the tops of the stockings with button clasps. His eyes switched from clasp to clasp that trailed straps up under the top of her dress towards the object of his desire.

Veronique watched him, pushing her dominance. She pulled the front of her gown away allowing the baron a clear view to her black lacy panties and suspender belt. The baron's eyes washed over her milky white thighs, before focussing on her lace panties, and examining her vaginal lips which gave her panties definition.

She pushed her stiletto heel a little harder against his forehead, pushing his head backwards and away, but his eyes never wavered from their objective Veronique slowly drew her left index finger along her wet slit and flushed, as the material remained wedged in her slit. She ran her finger along his nostrils and smiled quietly as they flared in excitement.

She placed a foot either side of his head, and with knees together squatted down to sit on the top of his chest. Slowly allowing her knees to fall apart the baron remained immobilised as he watched the thin sheer material slowly tighten and then slide out of her slit, a shadow of wetness pervading her panties.

"Now my sweet" she said softly, "you will be gentle with Jane wont you?"

"Well if you are you can have this latter" and grasping the back of his head she rolled onto her feet and slid her wet panty covered slit over his mouth and along his nose. For a moment she appeared to lose her balance, and his nose was buried inside her pussy for a fraction of a second before she stood and walked to the door.

The baron groaned and with his hands up in the air as if he was holding a steering wheel. He looked down his body and groaned. Veronique looked over at her master from the door and smiled slyly as a large wet spot quickly spread across the front of the Barons pants.

"I suggest you change my dear and join Sonia Jane and I downstairs" and she was gone.

It was not something that the Baron would relish. Jane's baby would be badly deformed and could endanger Jane's life. He also knew of her pro-life stance, and of her desperate desire to keep the baby whatever the cost. He would give her a choice, the first to terminate the pregnancy which would go against everything that she believed in, the second was something he would only consider in the most dire of situations. Whatever the decision Janes life would never be the same.