Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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WARNING: This story involves scenes of oral sex, domination, mind control and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. The second story is 'wordy', saw no way around that. The three stores takes five pages to read so get comfortable.
My name is actually Drust but I let the women I seduce call me Drew when it serves my purpose. Drust is an ancient Celtic and Pictish name probably derived from the Celtic word 'drest' meaning "riot" or "tumult".
I am over five hundred years old. I had turned eighteen as rumor spread that Henry and Charles would jointly invade France. I went to the village to experience a woman for the first time before having to go to war. It was after my first time spilling my seed inside a woman that my special powers appeared. I can read the sexual needs of women and when inside them I feed of their lifeforce.
I was staying at a resort that was holding a high stakes poker game. Spouses not in the game were playing the slots, way too occupied to send out any 'needful' signals. I walked into the dark bar and her boredom and deep need screamed at me. She sat at a table in a dark corner nursing Jack neat taking small sips without thought. She was my next victim.
I went to her table and flipped the empty chair sideways and sat down. She looked at me disinterested as I took her hand in mine. I ran my fingers across her palm and up her arm then reversed. Goose bumps appeared on her arm as she put down her drink.
"We have met before Claire. It was 1940 in Paris just before the invasion of France began. You sat in a speak-easy in the dark much like now. Your face showed only when you took a drag on your cigarette from the black obsidian cigarette holder. Lesser men tried to engage you but crashed on the rocks of your indifference. You were not looking for intimacy. You were looking for a smuggler."
I turned my hand and my finger nails ran down the arm I still had captive. She took in a deep breath and put her other hand over mine. Her big diamond and wedding ring sparkled in the candle light. She rode my hand as I dug deeper into her pliant flesh as she took in a hissing breath.
"You said you wanted to get your family wealth out of Paris before it was confiscated. You said you had gold and jewelry you wanted to smuggle to the south of France where you had an estate. I told you I could make that happen. You wore your black hair long covering one eye, longer than now. Your lips were just as full as now as we kissed on your bed in the estate. Your breasts were full and begged to be kissed and sucked and bit as you crashed through your climaxes. Your juices were sweet and thick and copious and wet my chin as you pulsed in your aftershocks."
"I helped you smuggle your wealth to a small village near Montpellier. We hid your boxes of gold and silver, gems and jewelry of all types under the floor boards in a wine cellar. I spent several months in your bed making you cum over and over as you rode my long fat cock. One day we parted and you fell in with the Resistance."
"I went back to your village after the war to discover you had been captured and executed. I took a trip to your villa to find it in disrepair. I took a chance and worked my way into the cellar and pulled up the floor boards. Most of your treasure was still there. Quietly I purchased the estate and restored it living there for several years. I slowly liquidated the treasure making trips to Switzerland to my private accounts. I sold the estate for a huge profit. The woman in the area appreciated the treasure I held in my pants. Many wives and maidens succumbed to the beast."
When I said the last part I pulled her hand under the table and placed her palm on my cock. She measured the length and thickness with her hand and fingers leaving it there to pulse my cock with her palm. I pushed her hair behind her ear and gripped her neck hard. She turned her head and kissed my palm tenderly.
"What is your name now my dark haired hungry muse?" I asked her as my fingers drifted down her cleavage moving across her blouse to fondle her hard nipple.
"You tell a strange tale Sir but is it a coincidence or fate that my name is Claire? What became of the treasure?" she asked leaning into me and gripping my cock hard.
"Claire's treasure was folded into my estate and still funds my adventures today, this very night, this very seduction," I said pulsing my cock under her tight hand.
"Sir you tell a fib. If you were in your thirties when you met the first Claire you would be one hundred twenty about now. That just cannot be," Claire said in disbelief.
I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her into a deep lingering kiss that she eventually returned. We tasted each other breathing in each other's air until she broke the kiss after I bit her bottom lip tasting blood.
"Claire, I am over five hundred years old. Many women, widows, spinsters, wives and maidens had given me valuable gifts as they lay spent upon their bed. I feed on those women much like yourself. The deeper the hunger you try to hide the richer the flavor you taste. I am only taking little sips from you here but in your room as you climax I will drink deeply; not blood but your life essence. You shall be spent and I shall be filled. Now take me to your room. I wish to fuck you!" I growled as I pulled her to stand.
I slid my hand down her back onto her firm arse and pulled her full breasts against my chest. Her hand was between us still holding onto my cock which she continued to squeeze. I pulled her hair down in back and when her lips appeared I kissed her deeply feeding from her. She went weak in my arms and I had to hold her up.
