Blood Lusts Confessions Of A Familiar

Author's Note: Another story from my vault and which was published on this site under a different pen name. It is written in the view point of the main character Charles Townsend as he is recalling the events which happened to him.

The story is based loosely on Vampire lore, mainly from the Dracula story by Bram Stoker. All characters and events depicted in this story are purely fictional, and any similarities to between this and the original Dracula story is purely coincidental. Also, all sexual situations depicted in this story occur between two or more legally consenting adults, 18 years of age and older

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"Oh yes Charles my beloved," Roxanne crooned as she rode my cock long and hard. "Let our souls join together in immortal union as we consummate our love for each other."

Roxanne's soft pale-skinned body writhed as she moved up and down on my hard cock buried deep inside her slightly furry red-haired pussy.

I felt my penis twitch and I knew it wasn't long until I spewed forth my semen into her hungry pussy. She instinctively knew my pleasures and moaned with a lustful voice "Oh yes my pet, give me all of you."

Just then, my penis swelled and filled with semen as I shot my load deep into Roxanne's waiting pussy. She crooned with delight as I filled her with my hot manhood and she then dismounted me.

Turning over so that now she was on her back, she laid her succulent, pale-skinned, 5'10," 140 pound, 38D-27-37 body on the bed in our private love chamber. Her long locks of naturally curly, flaming Auburn red hair laid out to the sides and underneath her body. Beckoning me to her, I embraced her and entered her as our bodies slowly melted together as one.

"Let me feel you deep inside me my beloved," Roxanne softly said. "I want to make me feel like a mortal woman as you have done so many times before."

Our passions rose as I slowly fucked her missionary style and our bodies moved together in unison, and slowly melted together as one, as the fever of our wanton desires reached its peak.

"Oh yes my beloved," Roxanne moaned as she arched her back and tightened her grip on me with her long luscious legs that had been wrapped around my back. "I feel the fever of my passions peaking."

I knew it was not long until her body shuddered with an earth trembling orgasm and that she released her sweet creamy nectar and flood my cock. However, I also knew that something more sinister, yet still highly erotic was to follow.

As I figured, her body tensed and Roxanne moaned with delight as she came flooding my cock. "Oh yes Charles my beloved," she moaned with pleasure "You have once again fulfilled my wanton lascivious desires."

Just as Roxanne reached the height of her carnal desire, her primal blood lusts took hold of her. Without warning, as it had done so many times before, Roxanne changed. My beautiful passion flower had turned into a blood thirsty ravenous vampire. Her beautiful ice blue crystal eyes which had captivated my soul on our first meeting, suddenly changed to blood red and she bore her fangs and sunk them deep into my neck drawing out my blood.

Although it was painful, it was highly erotic. I fell under her spell as I had done countless times before.

Roxanne held me like a lioness holds its prey when captured and I went limp as Roxanne sucked my blood. She never bled me dry, but just removed enough so that I was slightly weak, but still able to function, because after all, I was still her Financial Manager, and I had a business to operate for her.

Just as Roxanne had her fill of me, a rooster began to crow in the distance and Roxanne knew it was time for her to return to her crypt. "Rest easy my beloved," she softly whispered as she stroked my forehead. "Until tonight my sweet prince," she added kissing me on my lips and with that she disappeared in to her secret vault until it was time for her to rise again come the dusk.

As I lay resting, two more of Roxanne's familiars attended to my needs. They were like me, similar to vampires yet were not completely turned. They could stay awake during the day just not be in direct sunlight.

Isabella, a tall raven haired beauty of Italian decent and Annika, a sumptuous blonde of Nordic descent(Swedish), both took turns licking up the remaining blood from my neck wound. Afterwards, they made love to me and I lied helpless, yet satisfied, while they took turns sucking my cock and fucking me.

Soon, it was almost 8:30 in the A.M. and it was almost time for all of us to start another day in our shipping business. Cleaning up, I put on my business suit, while Isabella and Annika put on their dresses and once again we took our public personas of respectable business people.

So how did an educated gentleman of the world such as myself end up falling under the spell of a highly sultry blood thirsty vampire? Well to tell you the truth, I am still trying to figure that one out myself. You see, for me, time has lost all meaning. The papers say it is the end 20th century, the year of our Lord 1999 and we are to celebrate a new millennium in a few months, but who am I to argue.

For example, when I was first ensnared, there were still horses and carriages running the streets, and now they have been replaced by what have come to be known as automobiles. There are also these boxes in peoples' homes that depict moving pictures with sound on a screen. People seemed to be drawn to them like moths to a flame.

And if you look up into the sky, you will sometimes notice what I can only call flying machines which seem to have changed over the years. The locals call them airplanes, but I have yet to venture on one. If God had truly intended for man to fly, he would have given him wings.

Lastly, I am now learning to use what is called a computer. Roxanne assured me it will better help us keep track of inventory, sales and other business related functions, and to be honest, it has. I no longer have to dig through endless stacks of paper to find something I need. I can now press a few buttons, and it is right in front of me. It is slow going, but with time, I am sure I will become more proficient.

There are more of these new contraptions around, more that can be explained. I feel if I were to list them all, it would fill all the books of all the libraries in the world.

Anyway, I do remember the date I first met Roxanne. I had been summoned to be interviewed for the position of Chief Finance Officer with Roxanne's shipping firm. It was during the height of the industrialization in London and in the midst of the much needed reforms which so many were working so hard for, circa 1836.

I had just finished my studies of accountancy and was with a small family owned firm in a small village nearly a day's journey from London as an assistant. One of my former university professors who also had been my mentor, knew of an opening in Roxanne's firm and encouraged me to make haste and apply for the position.

"Charles," he said to me, "Why squander your God given talents. This is the opportunity of a life time. Make haste my good man and apply to the shipping firm forthwith."

It was nearly a fortnight and a half before my professor friend could make all the needed arrangements, but soon he big day arrived, and I traveled to London.

I arrived in London and took lodging at a local inn known as the Blue Boar and rested up that night and spent the following day touring London before my interview in the evening.

I thought it odd at first that the interview was near dusk, but I figured the owner of Eden Consolidated Enterprises LTD was a very busy man, and dusk was the only time he could meet with me.

Or perhaps, he preferred to conduct the interview in a less formal setting over a meal, I did not know. It really wasn't relevant one way or another. I just told myself "Be thankful man that you are even getting this chance," so with that in mind, I put aside any misgivings about the time.

I arrived at the huge industrial complex located near the waterfront. I told the gatekeeper that I had an interview and showed him my letter and he said "Yes, they are expecting you," and opened the gate and once the gate was closed climbed into the carriage and escorted me to the front door.

Leading me inside, the man led me up 3 sets of stairs to a large office suite where he told me to wait inside and someone would be with me shortly.

Looking around the room, I was impressed with the massive shelves of books and a huge red cherry desk with clawed feet and a high back leather chair. I tried to make myself feel at home, yet as I sat on the comfortable sofa, I couldn't help feeling I was being watched, yet I did not see anyone.

Just then, I heard a sweet angelic female voice from behind me say "Charles Townsend," and as I did, I stood up and spun around to see two visions of loveliness standing before me, both in what appeared to be long flowing white almost see through robes.

The brunette was the one who spoke. She was about 5'9" with olive complexion and had naturally curly dark raven black hair coming down between her shoulders and dark eyes. She measured what appeared to be 36D-24-34 and had a figure on her that most women I knew would have killed for.

The blonde beside her was about her height measuring similar 36C-26-35. She had emerald Jade green eyes, ruby lips, a fair complexion and long flowing blond hair.

I could tell neither one of them were native to London and I found out by speaking to them, that the Brunette named Isabella was from Italy and Annika the Blonde was from Sweden.

"Welcome Mr. Townsend," Isabella said with an angelic voice and in perfect Queen's English. My name is Isabella and this is my companion Annika," and with that, Annika smiled and curtsied.

"We have been sent by the mistress to tend to your needs until she returns," Isabella said smiling graciously. "She will join us shortly. Is there any thing we can get you?"

"I am fine," I replied.

"Very well, "Isabella responded. "Annika and I shall keep you company until our mistress returns."

I must confess, I found it odd that they spoke of the owner of the company in such terms as mistress, but I figured they were some sort of indentured servants and that was their custom.

"I trust your journey a pleasant one Master Townsend," Annika spoke in a sweet Swedish accent, yet in perfect Queen's English.

"Yes it was," I replied smiling and added " and I must say you do have a lovely voice."

"Thank you my Lord," Annika said as she blushed and shyly looked away.

Sensing my surprise at Annika's response towards me, Isabella said "Forgive her Sir Charles, Annika was brought up very formally and has not been around too many men who haven't tried to take advantage of her naïveté."

"That is okay," I replied. "I find her mannerisms charming and pleasant."

"Thank you my Lord," Annika smiled "I hope I can please you in other ways as well."

"I am sure your voyage has been a long one," Isabella said. " Sit, and allow Annika and I to comfort you if we may," and with that I had a seat back on the sofa and they both dropped their robes revealing only their sweet sultry naked forms.

Apart from being naked, each of the visions of loveliness was wearing a beautiful necklace. It consisted a beautiful golden 3 inch Egyptian Ankh with a sparkling hexagonal shaped ruby sapphire in the middle that measured ½ of an inch in diameter. Also their pubic regions were still hairy but were very nicely trimmed like they meant to keep them that way.

Annika knelt in front of me and took off my shoes while Isabella removed my coat loosened my ascot and unbuttoned my shirt. Annika then began to massage my feet while Isabella began kissing and nibbling my bare chest and running her tongue over my nipples.

Never had I been to an interview like this and in spite of the fact that it was totally unorthodox and was against everything I stood for, I found myself mysteriously spellbound by their presence and completely under their control.

Isabella had completely removed my shirt and was now kissing me on the neck and began kissing me on the lips with a long intense tongue probing kisses.

At the same time, Annika had finished massaging my feet and had found her way between my legs. Having loosened my trousers and lowering them and my undergarments, she had pulled out my already erect 9-inch penis and had began licking around the head and the shaft.

Isabella pulled my body forward on the sofa so that now I was in a reclining position and she sat her body on my mid section and began kissing her way up to my neck.

As Isabella was working her magic on my upper body, Annika was on the brink of making me explode. I felt my penis swell as my semen filled it and I knew it wasn't long until I spewed forth my hot load.

Just as I had predicted, I gasped for breath sending hot semen flowing forth and I watched as Annika drank it all down not missing a drop and the residual that was on her lips, she wiped with her finger and licked it off.

At the same time this had been occurring with Annika, Isabella had had my head buried in her bosom allowing me to suck on her soft sumptuous breasts. She ran her fingers through my short dark brown hair and allowed me to nurse her like a little infant. As I did, she purred with delight and began talking dirty to me in her native tongue.

Isabella went back to kissing my neck but now her kisses were growing slightly different and soon became nibbles which grew ever so slightly harder with each progression. At the same time, Annika had abandoned my penis and was now kissing and nibbling on the inside of my thigh.

I knew something sinister was occurring, but I did not care. I was too spellbound to resist and even if I could have, I don't think I would.

Just then, I felt a sudden, imminent sense of dread like something bad was going to happen and unbeknownst to me Isabella and Annika had turned from sweet loving nymphs, to blood thirsty ravenous vampires.

Just as they were about to put their bite on me and draw blood, I heard an authoritarian female voice say in a very stern and matronly tone "Annika, Isabella," and with that, Annika and Isabella ceased forthwith and cowered in the corner.

"It is not yet time," the radiant ravishing red haired Irish beauty then said softly and lovingly, as her demeanor softened from stern to loving, stroking them kindly and kissing them both softly on the lips one at a time as she embraced them and pulled them to her. "Your turn will come very soon my pets," she concluded as she ran her index finger softly through their hair with a loving caress.

"Yes my Mistress," Isabella and Annika replied in unison "Forgive our weakness It has been so long since we have had company."

"I understand my sweets," the red haired lady said lovingly. "I have taken care of you as always and I shall do so now. Down in the catacombs of the abby are your treats. Go and feast to your hearts delight my children."

"Thank you Mistress, "Annika replied and with that they both suddenly disapperated and were gone.

Not making too much sense of what had just gone on since I had been almost in a half dreamlike state, the red haired lady came to me dressed all in white and helped me dress.

"Are you okay," she said with a sense of concern.

"I believe so, yes," I replied as she helped me button my shirt and tuck it inside my trousers and straightened my ascot so I looked presentable again.

"Forgive my servants," the lady said with an apologetic tone. "They are young and impetuous youth who haven't not been with many men sense I rescued them from the streets as harlots."

"I understand," I replied graciously as a diplomatic gesture, even though I really didn't.

"Forgive me again my Lord," the lady then said in a polite tone with an unmistakable beautiful Irish accent. "In all the haste and confusion, I failed to introduce myself. My name is Roxanne and I am the owner of Eden Consolidated Enterprises Limited."

"Allow me to introduce myself," I said as I began to stand up, and as I did, I began to feel dizzy.

"Are you okay Sir Charles," Roxanne said grabbing my arm and allowing me to rest against her.

"Yes I believe so," I replied. "The journey was a long and arduous one, and I must be more exhausted than I thought."

As I rested against Roxanne's body, I could tell that underneath the sheer white robe, she had nothing on. I could see the outline of her supple 38 inch breasts and the sweet form of her body.

Roxanne allowed me to rest against her soft sensual body. As I did, I felt a strange warmth, but not like any other female I had been with, yet she was still soft.

She looked into my eyes with her captivating crystal ice blue eyes and my soul was instantly ensnared and enslaved, and at that point, my will was no longer my own. I had fallen under her spell without even knowing or caring.

"Come Sir Charles and let us exit this formal office to somewhere more inviting," Roxanne said taking me by the hand. "I wish for you to dine with me where we can talk."

With that, the seduction was on. Little by little, she slowly seduced me, leading me to a night filled with what I can only describe as unspeakable, lascivious, licentious delights, and she ensnared me in her web of desire for which I could not escape, nor did I want to.

Roxanne led me down the stairs but in a different direction and out into the night air. It was dark, but the moon was full and was the only light. "It is just a short walk my love," she said as she put her hand in mine and we walked what was maybe 100 yards.

"Here we are beloved," Roxanne said as she took a key from her robe and opened a door on what looked like to be a deserted yet newly renovated Abby.

As we entered, candles and the overhead chandelier mysteriously lit themselves filling the room with light. Leading me inside, we walked through a lavishly decorated great hall with what appeared to be 20 foot high ceilings and paintings on the wall of various people who obviously looked of noble blood. One portrait in particular had a striking resemblance of me.

Once we went through the great hall, we exited, turned and ascended an eight foot wide staircase with maybe 15-18 red velvet carpeted stairs and walked through two open huge wooden oak doors and into an intimate, yet still formal style dining room. There, on a huge banquet table, sat two silver goblets, pewter plates a decanter of red wine, and what I could only describe as a small feast consisting of what looked like some sort of fowl, a boar, bread, a wheel of cheese, fresh fruit and vegetables, and boiled potatoes.

"Sit and eat my Lord," Roxanne said politely, and with that, and without my knowledge, she opened her robe so that now her body was exposed.

She poured me some wine and at that moment, I saw her frontal naked body. Her skin was pale, yet beautiful. Her sumptuous 38 inch breasts lay supple against her chest. I saw her slightly furry trimmed, red haired vagina and the pinkness of her labia and opening.

Underneath her robe, I noticed she was wearing a white lace garter that went around the top of her pubic region and came down the sides. Connected to the garter were white silk thigh high stockings which accentuated her long, luxurious, well toned, and inviting legs.

In addition, like Annika and Isabella, Roxanne was wearing a golden Egyptian Ankh, except hers was slightly larger and instead of having a ruby sapphire it had a bright emerald green one.

Roxanne's form was exquisite and she had very little if any body fat. I must say, I was taken by her beauty, and being the gentleman I had been brought up as, was ashamed to have made known public the lascivious, wanton, and carnal thoughts I was thinking about her, and my secret sensual desires to have her and know her in the Biblical sense.