Viking Vampire LoverEric Dutchein sat musing about his present life. Velvet skin, warmth flesh, silken hair, all these things attract him. He loves woman and has for centuries. He is blonde, strong, tall and intelligent. Sparkling blue eyes attract, demand, promise, and make his smile sexy. His mustache enhances the shape of full lips and strong jaw. Women love him, men envy him, all observe from a distance not wanting to be so far away.Eric is a business man. He is a famous photographer in spite of his large strong hands. Yes, he only worked at night, yes he loves beautiful women, yes he is a vampire. The darkness is his friend, hiding his true nature, hiding his tortured soul.A Viking king, turned in the early 13th century, he had lived many lives, loved many women, painted and then photographed them for his private collection. At the time of Di Vinci, having royalty draped in nothing more than a silken sheet, lay before him in their ivory splendour. He painted each one, especially loving the voluptuous more than all the others. Seeing blue veins throbbing just below the surface enticing, commanding daring him to take a sip. He had been with his men on a raid in what is now the coast of Ireland. The storm had blown them off course, kept them out to sea too long and darkness came before they landed along the wicked shore. The others decided to sleep on the ship resting for the coming raids in the morning. Eric wanted to explore. At 25 he wasn’t going to waste time sleeping when he could perhaps find a wench, a drink, a fire to keep him warm. All was for his taking. He was king and commanded. Then he say a cave along the coast which had flickering lights. “Strange, lights in a cave but then some of these barbaric people hid out in them.” Eric approached slowly, sword in hand, watching, waiting for some sign of men. Sitting at the mouth of the cave he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life shadowed by the fire. Her skin was deathly pale, almost pearl like in the fire light. Her fiery hair flowed out behind her in the light breeze. “Come to the fire. I have seen and smelled you for quite some time. Don’t be afraid, I am here quite alone.” she said. That was an offer a randy, Viking warrior simply could not resist. “ I am Eric, king of the northern Vikings. I will not hurt you. Why are you here all alone? Is your man hunting? Is he dead? Who protects you?” he asked all at once. “My name is Miranda. I am called a conjure woman but am so much more.” Eric stared into her deep, green eyes and was lost. She kissed him then, pulling him down to her. He felt spell bound, unable to resist, not wanting to. In the firelight her body was perfect, slim, hard, cold but in his passion he didn’t notice. Fumbling, untying his strings, taking his large, well formed cock out she massaged it until he was so hard he thought he would burst. She had him inside her before he knew what he was doing. Her kisses drove him mad and he thrust not thinking that he might hurt her. Large, globes with dark nipples teased the hairs on his naked chest. He had to take one in his mouth. Miranda sighed taking the back of his head in her hand, a strong hand that didn’t want to let go. This was some kind of madness. Again and again he rammed his hard cock into her until at last he felt her teeth on his neck. His blood gushed. He tried to escape but she was too strong. She held him tight, taking his life force as he began to cum. His last thought in the madness of orgasm. “If I am to die so be it.” and blackness took him.He woke the next night in the back of the cave. He was so thirsty. Miranda came placing her hand on his chest. “Eric, you are mine now. You may never again go into the sunlight for it will destroy you. You will never age, never be sick, never die as long as you stay from the sun. I am a vampire and now so are you. You will be my companion, my hunter, my love.” Eric knew of the vampires, he had killed a few in his own land. The shock of being an undead creature of the night made him want to vomit but there was nothing there. Miranda taught him to hunt, feeding on his own men as the blood lust overtook him. After a few died, the rest got back into their ship and left this cursed land. They never found Eric, their king. They had hunted the next morning, looking many miles from their ship. They only found his cloak.He and Miranda travelled many lands, taking blood where ever they chose, killing families all at once. Making love, tasting her blood, exploding within her body, all kept him her prisoner. They would do this, take more blood and lay among the bodies and make love again. When Miranda developed a taste for young blood Eric could no longer stand being with her and fled to the courts of France. There his true nature returned, he became a gentle, considerate lover. He kissed, and licked, sucked and then conquered. The look of satisfaction in the eyes of his chosen victim was far more exciting. Eric loved the taste of warm, gushing, blood and it took him a long time to learn that he didn’t have to kill his victims. You could take only a little, keep them in thrall, make them his sex slaves and then when tired of them let them go. None would become as he was, none would seek blood, none would remember.PresentEric sat outside her window watching yet again as Zuzu undressed. Slowly, slowly, she slipped the silk blouse off her smooth shoulders. As it dropped to her round, soft breasts she slid her hands down to help it the rest of the way off touching her pink nipples making them rise. The black silk and lace bra fit snugly pushing up those lovely white breasts. Zuzu undid it letting “the girls” pop free. Undoing her tight, black pants she allowed them to drop to the floor. Bending over letting her breasts swing free, she took the pant legs off. Each step pulled a sculpted foot free. Her perfect heart shaped ass flashed.Zuzu shook her whole body, enjoying being almost naked. The tiny lacey thong she had yet to remove was the only impediment left. Zuzu let her flaming red hair out of its pins, shaking her head as the curling mass surrounded her shoulders. Eric swallowed hard, throat dry from the involuntary panting he did while watching the show. The little light on her night stand gave just enough shimmer to her skin. With his vampire eyes he didn’t really need the light but it was all good.After a quick shower, drying her lush skin a pat at a time facing the window, Zuzu lay on her white silken bedspread and waited. This is a game they had played before. Both enjoyed this bit of foreplay.A mist drifted into the room and solidified into Eric. His strong, muscular body appeared naked, strong and hard, ready for what was to come. “Hello my beauty. I have come to make love to you.” Zuzu smiled her soft sexy smile arms out to him. They kissed, taking time to enjoy each other. Eric lay beside her stroking her body, gently brushing her nipples causing them to stand again in anticipation. Their lips met in a deep passionate kiss. Zuzu flicked her tongue around his lips, touched his tongue with hers and then gently sucked his tongue into her soft velvet mouth. Eric shuddered convulsively trying to keep control. All he wanted to do was spread those lovely legs and plunge between them until he erupted into her hot, wetness. “Not yet my love, be patient” he said smiling, showing his fangs. Taking one breast into his mouth he scraped the nipple just enough to cause her to squeal. He liked that squeal, sexy and low in her throat. Holding her bottom in his hands he lowered his head, down to that wet place where he licked, and sucked until she begged him to stop. Now was the time. Eric reared up on his elbows, and slowly filled her with his big, hard cock. He began to slide slowly in and out in and out until she could take it no more. Zuzu wrapped her legs around him forcing him all the way in bucked up and screamed her climax. At that point he bit into her throat and she came again as he poured into her and her blood pored into his mouth. Licking the tiny wounds with his tongue to seal them he lay down beside her. Zuzu was in a spell of pleasure, eyes glassy, breath coming quickly but finally it slowed and she fell into a soft gentle sleep. Eric checked once again to make sure she was alright, covered her with a blanket and left as he had come, a mist through the window and out into the night.How he enjoyed their encounters, how he loved the spicy flavour of her blood, how he wished he could take more but no, better be safe. Flying into the night sky’s beauty, he watched in his owl form. Those eyes saw so much better, so much farther. There in the park, a couple were making love. The full moon reflected off their bodies. He watched as the woman sucked on her lovers cock, making it wet and ready. She mounted him, his hands holding her small breasts. Her laughter echoed among the trees. “Shhhh, someone will here us” he said. “So, if they do, they will be maybe want to join us. Wouldn’t you like that?” she laughed as he groaned. Suddenly she jammed her sweet little ass down hard and he thrust up both moaning their orgasms. Eric dropped beside them. One look at his eyes and they both froze. Here he would finish his meal. The two woke hours later, tired and weak, hugged each other, dressed and went on their way never knowing what had happened. Two weeks beforeZuzu sat in her office watching Eric walk by her. The thick swell she saw fired her imagination. How she would love to free his cock, taste its salty sweetness, lick the velvet smooth head and watch his eyes as he went from cool to hot! If he didn’t make his move soon she was going to seduce him. It had been many months since she got this job and for some reason she just had to have this sexy animal. The phone rang jolting her from her daydream. Duchien Photography, good evening, Zuzu speaking. How may I help you? She said for the hundredth time. “Hello darlin,” said a languid voice. Lovely! Mr. “I am the most important client he has” was calling. Zuzu rolled her eyes absently caressing the side of her face.“Darlin, is Mr. Yummy there? I will absolutely die if I don’t talk to him. I need him for a “private” shoot this evening. My Photog is out sick, AGAIN the bitch. “Zuzu answered. “I will transfer you Mr. Van Pelt, , just one moment.” How many times had she heard that voice? Poor Eric was in for another long night. Oh well, she could always seduce him tomorrow night. The thought made her feel hot, wet and tight. Squirming in her chair, she tried to think of other things going back to her computer. Eric picked up the phone. Being completely professional, he turned on his charm and listened to Michael Van Pelt, producer of the most expensive sex photos magazine in New York City. “So darlin, I will absolutely die if you don’t come right away. The poor little chickies are all goose bumps freezing their little tits off. Max is sick again. I think the bitch is out banging someone and doesn’t want to admit it.”“Ok, I will be there in half an hour “Van” Keep your panties on.” Eric sighed. Another night of naked women, fighting off Van and being paid to take pictures of all the flesh he wanted and WANTED. Breasts, full, firm, accompanied by lush thighs, these were the women he worked with, loved with, had hot, steamy sex with. Well, it wasn’t all bad!Zuzu flung her fire red hair over her shoulder, ivory white skin glowing in the overhead light. She looks up and sees that Eric standing before her an invoice in his hand. He is watching her as she unconsciously massages the soft cleft between her round breasts where her necklace of chains has irritated the skin . “Oh how I would love to fix that for her.” he thinks. “Please stamp this for me Zuzu. I am off to work.” He said looking without looking. As she looks up into those ice blue eyes she can only think about him licking the sore spot. “Yes sir” she says flustered, shaking like a hen ruffling her feathers. “God he is so hot!” she thought reluctant to look back at her computer until he was completely out of sight. There is something about his walk. He slinks like a wild cat, his tight ass moving under those tight pants just asking to be squeezed. “God, I’m getting bad.” she thought trying to focus on her work.Eric could have simply appeared at the Van Pelt mansion, yes mansion. This guy had lots and lots of money. That would not be appropriate as he had been able to hide his true nature for a very long time so into the black BMW and off through the traffic. Driving was slower, but then no one would see him transform and tell someone, take hidden pictures and generally spoil his present life. It took an hour to get to the mansion on the outskirts of Manhattan. The huge iron fence surrounding the place had strong gates each with the outline of a naked woman. “Hmmmmm, tacky” he thought. Eric pushed the button on the security panel, gave his name and entered the gates as they swung open. He still hated the sound of them slamming shut behind him.The front door swung open as he went to push the bell shaped like the head of a penis. “God does it ever stop?” He thought. The door man was beautiful to behold. Bronzed, muscular, black hair hanging to his shoulders, brown eyes flashing in a classic Greek, Godlike face, and dressed in a toga which spoke volumes. “Come in Eric, the master is waiting for you.” As he walked in the short toga, his firm tanned ass, shining with oil, flashed from the folds of white and gold. “Hmmm not my style but not bad!” Eric walked the long hallway and into the “Red” room. Here the furniture was red and gold. The walls were covered in white paper with wide gold stripes on three walls. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, a shallow pool occupying the end by the full, fourth glass wall. Outside the patio was light softly in blues and greens.Several velvet couches littered the room. There are even a couple of antique chairs draped in white satin. Satin pillows surrounded three sides of the pool in various shades of red and gold and also lay on marble benches. The night sky made an excellent back drop to the young nubile girls all clustered together “Petting” in the pool. “So its one of those scenes eh?” he thought. “Eric darling, so kind of you to come at such short notice. You are the best and I simply had to have you, do these shots that is.” he said leering.Michael was dressed in drag. His long flowing, pink see through dress nearly tripped him as he walked to shake hands. His long black hair has in many braids. His makeup however was totally feminine. Bright red lips, bright blue eyeshadow sparkling in the light of many, many candles accompanying the bright light of the chandeliers.The ladies are waiting darlin, please do your magic.” Michael swished away, laying down theatrically upon a chaise waving to the two nearest young men who jump to fluff pillows etc.“Remember, darling, make these silly creatures beautiful as only you can.”Eric watched the girls for a moment. A blonde, two redheads, two brunettes. All were young, all had full breasts that bounced with each movement, all were completely nude but for several strings of pink pearls. Lily, and Lyla had the pearls woven into their hair which hung in heavy braids down their backs just reaching the soft crease. More were wrapped around their waists and on up surrounding each breast. “Ok ladies lets just continue petting while I adust the camera and the light. Relax, enjoy, ignore everything but me.” The two redheads were twins. Each a perfect copy of the other, they were kissing the blonde on the cheeks, neck, and beasts while braiding her long, long hair weaving beads into the braids. Teasing, a flick of the tongue on a nipple, a nibble on the neck, a hand cupping her sisters full breasts, made for a beautiful picture.The two brunettes were occupied licking orange juice from each others bodies. Dawn the larger of the two was seated with her legs and feet in the pool. Nan who had lovely peaches and cream skin dribbled the juice from a pitcher slowly over Dawns navel, licking the juice as it fell then licking lower to catch it all. All of the girls were shaved so that pink lips were visible to the camera.Although he had good control, Eric could feel his tight pants getting tighter. Eric wanted to “pose” those two in their play. “Please place your tongue just next to her cleft so that I can get a picture of the juice running down from her navel. I want the picture to seem as though you are just about to lick it off.” With the darkness behind, the whiteness of the girls skin, the blue of the water in the pool and the camera’s lense Eric clicked many pictures. One of the twins bored with her job came over to Eric and began to massage his hard, flat ass. “No baby, go and sit where you were, I don’t need to be distracted right now.” he said. Finished the shoot, Eric took the films back to the office to process. Zuzu watched him enter the dark room and saw that he was aroused. “No sex in the office, no dating with the staff.” That was a stupid rule. No one was round, she was there alone as she was on many nights. Zuzu tapped on the door and entered. The warning light wasn’t on and the door wasn’t locked. Who could ask for more. Eric, busy at arranging the trays didn’t notice her until she came around him taking her time to kiss his soft lips, her hand on his erection. “Is there anything I can do for you Boss?” “ Much as I would love to Zuzu right now I have to get these shots done. I won’t forget your lovely offer however.” Zuzu was disappointed but returned to her desk. Shift over, she went home, opened the window, had her shower and slipped into bed. And so it began. At first she thought it was all an erotic dream. He came to her by night, at first almost in a dream state. She would wake satisfied, pleasantly sore and happy. Eric came into the office that evening smiling at Zuzu. She, in turn blushed bright red. She didn’t want him to know of her dreams. The nights went by one after the other. The dreams became more and more vivid. Small bruises appeared on her legs, neck, breasts. Soon she began to wonder.NOWZuzu sat on her bed. She wanted to be ready for Eric. Working nights would have sucked had it not been for his visits, for the scenery (again Eric) and for the excellent money. True, she worked from 5 till midnight but it felt like nights. Zuzu heard a sound outside the window. Quickly she lay down on the bed enjoying the feel of the silk on her bare skin. In a blink a woman stood beside her. The green eyes looked at her, through her and slid down her body. Zuzu grabbed the blanket covering her nakedness.“How the hell did you get in here and what do you want?” she asked the woman. “My name is Miranda and you have something that belongs to me. I want him back!” she said. Zuzu looked in her mirror across the room and realized her visitor didn’t reflect. Under her pillow was a cross, made of gold and blessed by a priest. Before Miranda could react she had it in her hand and held it out. “Get the hell out of here before I turn you into a pile of ashes you bitch! Eric is mine.” Eric appeared in a whoosh of air between them. “I am not yours Miranda, haven’t been for centuries. What do you want here? Zuzu could see Eric’s hands curl into claws, saw Miranda reach out to grab his shirt and together they disappeared. Miranda danced around Eric. “Why are you with that weak human? You could have me. We were wonderful together. The sex was outstanding. I love you. Come with me now and I will show you.” she said.“You made me this thing that I am. You taught me how to survive but didn’t teach me that I don’t need to kill. You are evil. Go away before I kill you and end it.” Miranda’s eves flashed. She held a silver knife in her hand. “I made you, I can kill you” she said swinging the knife in an arch. She wasn’t fast enough. Being overconfident was her biggest mistake. Before she could finish the swing Eric grabbed her hand, slashed her throat and neatly decapitated her. A low hum, a flash of dust and she was gone. Zuzu didn’t scream. She just stared at the dust on the floor. It was all too much. Eric tried to become mist but nothing happened. He was tired maybe that’s why his power was weak. He had other things in mind now that his old enemy was gone for good.Walking slowly he returned to Zuzu. “Can I use your shower baby?” he asked. Zuzu nodded watching him as he walked into the bathroom, removed his clothes and stepped into the hot water. Somehow he was different. His skin was pink, she could hear him breathing. “I think I’ll join you.” She stepped into the shower with him. “Here let me.” She took the soap and going down on her knees began to wash his feet, then up his legs until she reached what she really wanted. No soap here, she took him in her mouth sucking gently. Hmmm, different but good. She squeezed his balls as she sucked and felt his hands in her hair. “Oh God, don’t stop, please” he groaned. Zuzu pulled away, took his hand to lead him out of the shower and dried his body slowly, teasingly. Once more in the bedroom they lay down beside each other. “I feel kind of weak my love but strong enough to give you the pleasure you seek.” As before she felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing, his tongue travelling slowly down her body, dipping into her navel, down further to that place where only he could make things happen.Eric placed a single finger inside her as he licked, moving it in and out, back and forth. Zuzu began to wiggle, and moan as he worked his second finger into her and then a third. With a howl she came jerking and bucking. “Now its my turn” he whispered. Sliding his hard cock into her hot, wettness, he began to thrust. At first it was slow and gentle, then harder, and harder as she encouraged him on. He went to bite into her neck and discovered that this time he didn’t want to. As she once again climaxed he crashed into his own. They lay beside each other panting and fell asleep.Eric woke with a start. The sun was shining in the open window, across his legs. He wasn’t burning. Carefully naked he swung his legs over the side of the bed and approached the window. The sun felt warm, glorious, caressing on his body. Eric ran his tongue around his mouth. His fangs were gone. Then he remembered. If you kill your maker you become human again. After all this time he was a human, a real man. He and Zuzu could have a life, children, grow old together and die. Life was good, however little did he know that this was not nearly the end.
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