My name is Jezzabelle, but most people just call me Belle, and I am 453 years old. I am a vampyre, one of the oldest that I know. I am 5'4" with long red hair and bright blue eyes. My breasts are a 34 B and I never have to wear a bra, and I know that helps with the looks that I have.
I was turned when I was only 24, so I retained my youth and beauty and men always seen attracted to me. And yes I use them for sex and for food but that is about it. That is until I met Patrick.
I have never wanted to bestow my gift on any of my lovers, male or female until him. There was just something about him that I wanted. I wanted to control and to dominate. But most of all I wanted to make him my mate for all time.
My maker had once told me that when I found my mate I would feel a very strong pull to him. And I would feel different, and boy did I ever.
So I decided that I would change him, but only after a while and if he agreed. I don't know what would have happened to me if he turned me down. But at that moment I really didn't care.
So one night when he was in the park I decided to approach him and here is how it went.
"Hi, that's such a beautiful animal that you have there." I said as I bent to pet the dog.
"Thank you. Major has been with me a long time. But still very active and loves to romp. I'm Patrick by the way. I've never seen you out here before."
"I am fairly new to the area and don't get out a lot. My name is Jezzabelle, but please call me Belle."
We shook hands and I know that he must have felt something. I know I did and it made me extremely wet and extremely hungry.
We walked along talking about ourselves and what we did.
I found out that he was single, (thank god for that), that his parents were still alive, and that he had two siblings. He is 25, a police officer and Major was his police dog and friend.
Then I told him some about me.
I am 24 years old, (give or take 400 plus years), and that my parents were dead. Also that I have no siblings. I told him that I am a writer and a artist.
Of course I also inherited millions when I was turned and have managed to triple that with wise investments and stocks. But I didn't tell him that, yet.
We just kept talking for hours while we walked.
Before we knew it, it was 4 a.m. and was started to grow light. I had fed before I had approached him but knew that I would need more after talking to the one that I wanted so badly and not taking. Also I would have to go and relive some of the sexual pressure in my loins.
"I feel so bad about keeping you out so late, please forgive me." I said.
"It's not a problem. May I see you tomorrow night?" He asked.
I smiled inside and said, "of course. 7p.m. in the park again?"
He shook his head in ok and we parted ways for the morning.
As he walked away I noticed that he had a massive hard-on and I guessed that he was probably at least 10 inches long and at lease 4 inches around.
I decided to go home with him and dissolved into a mist to where I could follow him and he not know it.
To me being in mist form, I was still solid and could do anything I wanted to do.
When he got to his house, he fed Major, then headed straight for the shower while he stripped along the way.
When he was finished I looked at his cock and I was right about his measurements.
He started the shower, stepped in and started to jack-off, and I had to know what he was thinking, so I slipped into his mind. And what I saw didn't surprise me. He wanted to strip me down, take me to bed and fuck me all night.
I was so giddy and horny watching him jack-off that I had to finger myself as I watched him.
When he finally came, which didn't take long, he screamed in his release and so did I.
I felt the dawn coming, and knew that I had to get home, so I wished myself home.
I "slept" well that day, because I knew that night our relationship had changed.
After that first night, unless he had to work we went out pretty regular. We went to the zoo, museums, movies and where ever else we could find to go.
I know that with a very large monetary donation any place will stay open. So we were able to take our time and enjoy things at night.
Every night when we said goodnight, I would dissolve and follow him home. And every night he would go home and jack-off thinking of taking me to bed. While he jacked-off I would finger myself till we both came.
I knew that It would be soon that I would have to tell him. And I will admit that I was nervous.
That is until I remembered what my maker and mentor said.
"When the time is right, you will know. He will ask you a question, and you will know that he is ready to know the truth."
He always told me not to fear my soul mate, that he would ask when he was ready, so I waited.