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I am evil. Loathsome. Dangerous, horrific. Vile, ungodly, treacherous and vain.
I suppose I am, perhaps. A little, maybe. If you believe what has been written, or the stories told. I do take exception to a lot of this nonsense. Especially the vain part. I am who I am. What I am. Is the lion hated for being a lion? The tiger? Or a spider? No. Every being in nature is true to itself. Just because I appear like a man, doesn't mean I am one.
But what am I? I've heard vampire, and its variants. But those are stories. All the sucking and bats and fear of the sun. A lot of foolishness. However, it does have its benefits. No one is expecting me during the day. And the virgin bit? Just some old church obsession. Nothing wrong with a girl who knows what she's doing. It's not I need. What I need is to feast on the juices of fertile women. To send my long, very long tongue, deep into their vagina and extract the fluids an excited woman produces. And when I've fed, I send my seed deep into them. And they become mine. Once they have been seeded, they cannot live without me. And I suppose here's the evil part; when I have had enough of them I cease to seed them, and they perish. Turning to dust. Not so bad I suppose. Many have lived far past their expected lifespan. So, maybe I'm not so awful after all?
I live in a lovely seaside manor on the east coast of Florida. You were expecting a gloomy castle in Romania? All stories to throw people off track. Florida is perfect. Where else can a 347 year old man with yellowy eyes blend in? I'm six feet and four inches, thin with long black hair. It hangs to my shoulders. I tried a pony tail some years back but it looked ridiculous. I tend to wear light color clothes so as not to contrast with my pale skin. There's just a little bit to that sun thing. And loose fitting pants. Because, let's be honest, my cock is huge. I've had many more women scream at their first look at my hard cock that I have when they stare into my eyes. Or see my lengthy tongue. They generally just get wet when they see that. And that's really the point, isn't it?
What of the girls you might ask? I have twelve at the moment. A couple I keep around because they cook well. Another because she's the only one in about 85 years who can actually fit my cock in her mouth. So I bang them now and then to keep them healthy. You might ask what they look like. I've had a vast variety over the years. Your human notions of body types and skin tones are no matter to me. Variety is better. Tall, short, big breasts, small breasts, wide butts, skinny ones, light, dark, brunette, blonde, red, if she can feed my needs and accommodate my cock, it's good. Sure they complain when I tie them up and introduce them to my world. That whole sex thing with a stranger and possible eternal life for sex can be a bit much to wrap your head around. Then there's the lizard like tongue and thick 13" cock.
I mentioned eternal life. Well not really. Technically, it could be, I suppose. But in the past eventually the One becomes bored, spawns a replacement and is soon devoured by the replacement. Nothing like an ungrateful horny young son to get the competition out of the way. As I've said I'm 347 of your years. My father became bored as the 17th century was much like the 16th century and so on back through his 600 or so years. More pity to him. Nothing like the excitement of the past few hundred years. No sports cars or lattes or electric guitars for him. I find myself far from bored. I think I'll hang around awhile.
Spawned you ask? Yes, though we appear male to you we are hermaphroditic, producing the fertilized egg of our new . But we need a host. A human female will do. Did I mention that we are born much larger than a human? Yes, it gets very messy. Poor girl.
The will grow quickly, need to feed, and father comes first, before he can settle into his normal life. As I said, I came along in 1673. We were living in the east end of London. The authorities didn't notice the occasional missing woman over there. I had my favorite, Abigail. Oh how she produced the life preserving fluids, shouting in pleasure as my tongue snaked up her canal, inside, then outside collecting the nectar. She was my first. I was inexperienced so the first time I gave her my cock I nearly ed the young lady. Her eyes bulged as I my club deep into her. I didn't understand that these creatures weren't build for my size. She passed out. I thought I'd ed her. I still emptied my seed inside. When she awoke I could see the gleam in her eye. She was mine. She wanted more of my cock. "But go easier." Oh how pleasurable it was to fuck my Abigail. We traveled the continent together. This is where I first heard legends of vampires. Old wives tales and stories to frighten misbehaving ren. We toured castles and towns, but eventually decided to try the New World. This was where I found my second partner.
We had landed in New York, about 1755. The worst of it reminded me of the East End. I wanted fresh air, space to build a place of my own. We headed south. I'd heard that a man could have his own land and not be bothered by anyone. As our carriage rolled through southeastern Virginia, Abigail and I came upon a man whipping a young black woman with a cat o' nine tails. Stopping the carriage I asked what this was about. He explained that the lazy bitch didn't have his dinner ready on time. I told him to stop striking the woman.
"And who's going to stop me? She's my property." I got down off the carriage. I may not have mentioned, though tall and thin, our type are many times stronger than you basic humans.
"I believe I will." I grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the ground. He made some gurgling sounds, but stopped when I shook him a bit. The woman looked at me.
"Bless you, but you're gonna create a bit of trouble."
"What's your name? You could come with us."
"Lizabet. Come wit you where? Am I to be yours?"
"That's up to you. I will explain." She joined us on the carriage. I explained. She looked unsure despite Abigail nodding her head.
"You gonna lick my self and fill me with yourself and I ain't gonna die and that's the most ridiculous thing I heard."
Abigail finally spoke, "It's true. I'm nearly 90." Lizabet was now sure we were crazy. We rode on through the Carolina night until I found an empty cabin we could use. I searched the area. It seemed deserted. Perfect. I liked the ocean. No otherworldly reasons or spooky mumbo jumbo. I liked the sound of waves. I returned to the cabin to find Abigail and Lizabet with dinner ready. We ate and Lizabet told us her story. It wasn't a pleasant one. Being sold from her family to a cruel master. After dinner I laid out her choice. She could go on her way or become one with Abigail and me.
"No whipping? No selling me to some island plantation? No voodoo?"
"I don't know about voodoo."
"The undead."
"Well we're not dead. We're more, long living."
"How?"
"Sex."
"Come again? Sex? I never heard of that one." I flicked my tongue at her. She gasped. I dropped my pants. She nearly passed out.
"My tongue will feed me with your female self. I will ensure pleasure for you. My cock will seed you. From that time we will be one. Needing each other for life."
"Yo tongue looks some like Satan's"
"Stories."
"Yo cock looks like nothing I seen before. Will it fit?"
"It does eventually," Abigail assured her.
"OK Lizabet. Make your choice." Lizabet let her shift drop. I gazed on my first African woman. My cock rose. Lizabet lay back on the makeshift bed. I knelt between her legs and separated them further. My tongue flicked out, testing the air, sensing her womanhood. I began probing, tasting, savoring the moisture I found. I sighed. Yes, this was going to be pleasurable. I'd been with Abigail for a long time. Variety was going to be nice. My tongue probed deep into Lizabet's vagina. then curled up, gathering her flavor. Then flicking over her clitoris. Circling her opening, gathering her juices. I felt a surge of energy, strength gained from the life giving force. She cried in pleasure. With my tongue I could touch many parts at once, finding her pleasure points, which caused more of her nectar to coat my tongue. We both gained from this one act. When I had finished feasting, and Lizabet had calmed from her experience I rose. Yes, she would be joining me. At times I dined then left, having no need to add someone to my family. But the energy I'd received let me know I wanted her by my side for a good long time. I stepped forward and pressed my cock against her waiting pussy. She stretched as I pushed, she called out as I thrust, she begged for more, which pleased me. When I'd hit bottom I pulled back, then thrust again. And again. I felt my cock thicken. Then spewed my seed deep into her. I watched as she changed. A subtle thing, mostly in the eyes. But she was now mine. She would need me for life. I now had two.
We continued this way, as I built a home near the ocean, away from most civilization. For fifteen years we were three. I coupled with both, I drank from their well. We lived. Then Abigail began to change. She became jealous. Or maybe tired. She was over 100, though looking not a day older than when we'd met. I was still not that experienced. Perhaps these human women aged somehow inside? Or maybe they didn't care for sharing. Finally one day Abigail said,
"I want to go home."
"To England? Your people are busy fighting the people here. Some petty nonsense about this or that. You really want to leave?"
"Yes. I want to see my home."
I took her to Virginia. Got her passage on a sailing ship. They left for England. I doubt she made it.
When I returned to my home in Carolina Lizabet was gone. There was a notice left. Something about a runaway slave. They'd taken her. I saw the name of the person looking for the slave. So I headed back to Virginia. To the plantation. When I confronted the owner he told me she'd left again. I knew she hadn't left, but no one would see her again. I was alone. I'd need to feed. I looked around and saw a blonde woman of about 20.
"You owe me."
"I don't own you anything. She was MY slave."
"You took my partner. Now I need another. I'll take her." I pointed to the blond.
"WHAT? That is my daughter Sadie. Are you mad?"
"I'm furious. Your act threatens me. I'm taking her."
The man looked at me, half expecting that this was some joke. He wasn't amused. He reached inside his door and produced a shotgun.
"Sadie, go on inside. I'll take care of this." Before he'd said another word I'd wrested the shotgun from his grasp and clubbed him with it. In three long strides I was beside Sadie and scooped her up. She screamed.
"I usually give a choice. But your father has decided your fate. You're with me now." From my carriage I brought out rope and tied her hands and feet. She struggled in vain as I placed her in the carriage and we made our way back down the path. It was only a few miles before I heard shouts behind us. This was going to be so bothersome. I pulled the carriage in behind some trees. Then I went and stood in the middle of the path. Three horses, their riders and a handful of dogs. If they must. The horses pulled up short about 20 feet from me. The dogs sniffed the air, then cowered behind the horses.
"May I help you?", I asked politely. It was the 18th century after all.
"That's him. He struck me and took my Sadie." The men got down from their horses which all appeared ready to flee. Apparently the animals had more sense than the men. Each man carried some form of firearm. I judged the distance. They would get off one shot each before I was on them. This could have been dangerous if I hadn't fed on Abigail before I let her go.
"Sir. You took my Lizabet from my home. And now she's....gone."
"She was my property. You took her and likely ed my man Henry in the process."
"Henry? Short foul little thing? Carrying a cat o'nine tails?"
"Um, yes, that could be him."
"Well I warned him to stop hitting Lizabet."
"That was his JOB! To keep the slaves in line!"
"His job? And they call me the evil one."
"I'll have my Sadie back, then you go on yer way. And don't come around these parts again. Understand?"
"Let me think a moment. No, no. I don't think so. Let us try this. Sadie comes with me. She will be treated kindly once she accepts her fate. You three leave before you regret it."
"George, put a bullet in him. I'm tired of games." I quickly strode forward. This might be easier than I thought. I reached George before he could get his musket levelled. I felt the wind blow by me as the shot from the third man missed. I lifted George and held him off the ground. The third man frantically tried to reload. Sadie's father looked on in shock.
"Put my son down." I turned to him, smiled and let the length of my tongue escape my mouth. "OH god, it's Satan. Please put my son down."
"I can snap his neck like I did to Henry. Then I will do the same to you and fumble fingers over there. Or you can leave." He looked at me, I returned his stare being sure the dappled sunlight in the forest caught my yellow eyes. "Understand?" I put down George. Without a word the three men, two of whom had wet their britches, raced for their horses and turned for home. I returned to the carriage where a frightened Sadie waited.
"Negotiations are over. You're with me. You ARE tasty looking." We rode through the night, just in case her family had other plans. With all the riding and the excitement in the woods I knew I'd need to feed soon. We would stay at the little house I'd made for a short time, then move on. I couldn't trust that they wouldn't return with reinforcements. We'd have to move further south. When we got to the house I carried Sadie inside. I told her she could go along, have pleasure and a long life, or she could fight me. She would not win and I didn't have time to find another. I would take what I needed. You may call that evil. Vile even. But let's consider another anagram, live. I needed her to live. Don't all creatures deny life to other creatures in order to live? How many of you give life while taking your nourishment? Hmm?
Sadie wasn't having any of that. So I tied her to the bed. I stripped her clothes from her. I have to admit, there was a certain excitement in the act. Her skin was soft, pure, unblemished. She had small upturned breasts, blonde hair between her legs. Blue eyes welling with tears. When I separated her legs, she begged, no. Not that. Fortunately it wasn't that. Yet. I held her legs in place and feasted on her pure nectar. I felt the strength returning as my tongue lashed her pussy. When my tongue entered her I met resistance. Hmm, this would be a first. So I settled for licking and sucking at her lips, taking her bud between my teeth, then reaching up and squeezing a breast, pinching her nipple. Abigail had seemed to like that. Apparently Sadie did too. Her body tensed and against all rational thoughts she had, she cried in pleasure, bouncing her tight little butt on the bed as she reveled in the pleasure I was giving her. When I had had my fill I stood and looked down at her. This time I would decide. My two companions had been taken from me. I would be traveling into unknown territory. Going alone would be dangerous to my health. I needed a companion. I had a fine looking one lying before me. I loosened my pants and let them fall. Sadie's eyes widened. In fear. In shock. Mostly fear. My cock was raging with need. I stepped to her. A young woman like her had probably not seen one before. So sheltered, protected. Such is life.
"Oh god. No. I've never. I'm virgin. It's so..."
"Big? Yes. You'll get used to it." I stepped to her, placed my hands on her legs.
"But I'm a virgin." I shrugged. Pulled her to me. Thrust. She screamed.
"Not any more." She pleaded to her god several more times. I slowly slid my cock deeper and deeper. She stretched and stretched. I pushed. Surprisingly she accommodated more of me than Lizabet or Abigail. Women. Who knew? She cried, great sobbing tears. I withdrew most of the way, she sighed as the pressure lessened. But then gasped as I pushed back in. We repeated this process several more times. Then I felt my cock harden and my seed explode into her. Again she made with the "god no".
"Don't worry, you won't get pregnant." I watched. And waited. My seed did not run from a woman. It was absorbed. It changed them.
"Oh. What? I feel.."
"Different. Yes. I can see. You are now free from worldly concerns of disease, the pox, the plague. You need only to couple with me and you will live." She let her head fall back. She slept. Exhausted from the day. From our coupling. From her change. I relaxed too. I now had a mate for my next journey.
Sadie rested for a day. When I came to her again on the second day she didn't resist. I drank the juices from her and licked her and then did it again. She came and came again. A woman of her time would never expect to feel this. Two days ago she was a virgin, knowing little about life with a man. Now she was writhing and arching her back begging for my cock. Urging me to fill her. I'd need to teach her. The words, the actions. Ways to please a man and to reach higher levels of pleasure for herself. Humans may be weak creatures, but they can fuck. And once shown how to make the act more pleasurable they can be insatiable. We feasted for a day, then set off south. This country of trees and streams and all manner of animals was also teeming with angry people ing each other to please their betters. I shook my head and moved on. Through the lower Carolinas, avoiding cities like Charleston and on through Georgia. We'd make camp and I'd have my fill of Sadie. Sadie was learning to take my cock in her mouth. Not something a proper plantation girl would do. But she was no longer that girl. She was mine. And I enjoyed a good cock sucking. Ingesting my seed that way was not as effective, so we also needed to regularly couple. Be even there I taught Sadie to take me in different ways. She was a willing student, especially when she learned that a bigger, stronger load from me made her feel particularly alive. We passed through Georgia and into the Floridas. Here we encountered people called Indians by the people we had left behind. When I displayed feats of strength and showed that I was impervious to their attempts to inflict pain I was rewarded with the hand of a chief's daughter. A pleasant looking young woman, I was happy to add her to my group. I felt safer with two rather than one companion. Haiwee was unlike Sadie. She was ready and willing to bed me. Their wise man felt there was powerful magic in Yellow Eyes. I did nothing to dissuade them.
Sadie and Haiwee stayed with me well into the 20th century. Eventually they could not cope with the vast changes and moved on. By then I had gathered more women around me. We had settled in Florida, avoiding another great war between angry men. One might think the 19th century would be a difficult time for me with the more strict mores of the day. You couldn't be more wrong. Show those women a big cock and offer freedom and they were ready to go. Two of my current companions are still with me from the post war era.
I won't bore you with tale after tale of women. Enticed, or tricked, or coerced, or well yes, . I had a need to live after all. And so much change over the years. I tried it all. Trains, automobiles, airplanes. All manner of electronics. But I liked nothing more than a good book. My favorites? Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, Stephen King. And movies, Nosferatu, Dracula, even the Twilight crap. You need to keep up with the popular ideas. King came closest to the truth. But they all got stuck on that Vlad stuff. and stakes and silver crucifixes. Me? I like a nicely made crucifix. And if you think you're taking me down with a wooden stake? Hah, good luck.
That's enough for now. Dinner will be at five. I don't necessarily NEED food. But it tastes good. However, I do really need a good feast. And that reminds me. I have a likely candidate tied up in my back room. A feisty little redhead. Her fiery bush looks so tasty. But she's a bit of a nasty girl. I picked her up hitch hiking on 95. Silly girl. Once she was in my Mercedes and we were going the speed of the route number I put a hand into her shorts, dipped my finger into her pussy and by the time she'd told me to watch myself motherfucker, I was sucking her juices off my finger.
"Tasty."
"What the fuck man? Why don't you just pull over? Come near me and I'll scratch out your eyes."
"Would you like to live forever?"
"Dude you're freaking me out. Just stop." I flicked my tongue. Letting her see the length of it.
"Oh shit. That's fucked. Dude, c'mon just let me go."
"I might. Your choice, but..."
"Oh you're fucking crazy. Don't me pleeease. I'll, I tell you what, pull over, I'll suck your cock. You can cum in my mouth or on my face. Or my tits, yeah cum on my tits. Just let me go, pleeeease."
"See, so many options." We were at 105 now. No worries, I could outrun anyone on the road and I had the reflexes to avoid trouble.
"Go ahead. Take it out." The little redhead opened my slacks. When she saw what was inside, she looked at me slack jawed.
"No, no. No fucking way. My hand won't go around it, never mind in my mouth." We slowed, made a turn. I could see she was considering her odds of fatal injuries if she tried jumping from the car. I unlocked the door.
"Go ahead. Your choice." But we were going 55 on a paved road. She had a choice, suicide or....
We turned sharply up my drive. When I stopped she tried bolting. Too late now. I cut her off, picked her up and ignored her banging her fists on my back. The others in the house ignored her shouts as I carried her to the back room. I managed to get her wrists into clasps then lifted her to a standing position. I spread her legs and shackled her ankles too. When she saw the knife in my hand she began shaking her head.
"No, no, NO, pleeease. I'm sorry, I'll do anything."
"Of course you will." I cut her clothes from her. When I had her naked, standing spread eagle I looked at her. Admired her.
"Nice very nice." She was on the short side. But large breasts for her size. Narrow hips, red hair above and below. Again I dipped a finger into her pussy. I tasted her. Good, very good. She would do. I wasn't sure she wanted to. But sometimes I need to make the decision. Does that make me evil? Loathsome? Horrific, ungodly? I don't think so. Maybe a little vain. I DO think I know best. I left her there. I had a relaxing afternoon. I had a delicious dinner. Then stripping off my clothes I made my way to my back room. She started when I entered. Then shivered when she saw the great cock hanging between my legs. She began shaking her head side to side. I nodded mine up and down.
"Oh yes. I'm going to suck on your pussy and taste you and lick you to an orgasm like you haven't had before. Then I will fuck you. And fuck you. For years and years. You may look like this for decades. And I will enjoy you. And we will live." I went to my knees before her. Her red hair above her slit, so inviting. One of my girls shaved hers. I preferred their natural look. Glistening with their life giving juice. I reached behind taking one cheek in each hand and pulling her forward to my face. I took a deep breath, inhaling her essence. My tongue snaked out, underneath her. Then returned, picking up her taste along the way. Across her opening, up her slit, the tips of my tongue dancing over her clit. Latching on to her, drinking her in, looking up I saw her tits shaking, her head rocking, her ass quivered in my hands. I bit at her clit, she tensed, then more wetness. She was completely into it. Her body shaking from the teasing. Tensing as her orgasm built. Her legs wobbly from standing, then collapsing she was help up by her arms. Then her hips rolling forward and back as she was rocked hard, begging me to stop. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohh ohh, how. How did you, uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I sat back enjoying the look of bliss on her face.
"Do you want to live forever? To have this feeling whenever you like?"
"No. Yes. Yes. No, I can't." I flicked my tongue over her sensitive pussy. "Oh fuck, who, what are you?"
"I have no name. Call me what you like. Just call me. May I release you? There's a bed over there. You may rest. Or we can consummate our deal."
"Consummate?"
"Fuck."
"With that huge fucking cock?"
"It's the only one I have."
"I don't know."
"Oh come on. All the other have. Don't be a baby."
"Can I rest first?"
"Hmm. You look ready now. Let's not wait." I took her down. She was limp in my arms, I laid her face down on the bed. I felt like taking her from behind. I pulled her to the edge of the bed. I gave her my cock. She cursed a lot. Then she told me to fuck her with my big fucking cock. Now that was more like it. I rather enjoyed ramming my cock into her pussy. I held out for awhile. She felt good. Finally I seeded her. Then for the fun of it I fucked her again. Then I asked,
"By the way, what's your name?"
Heavy breaths. "Ab... Abby. Abigail."
"Nice Very nice."
So now I have thirteen. It's a nice number.
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