February, 1807
"Excuse me, sir, but I've lost my papa," came the lilting voice from the dark outside the tavern near Tczew.
The soldier had just finished urinating and tapped off when he heard her. He peered into the darkness, trying to find the source of such music.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" he said, as he tucked himself back into his pants.
She stepped into the moonlight just enough so the soldier could see the pale, delicate skin of her bosom.
"I'm Clarisse. My papa's name is Charles and he told me to wait for him here, but it's so dark and I'm scared!"
It was dark, but not so dark that I couldn't see the lewd smile on the man's face.
"Oh, child! You're too pretty to be left alone in the night, especially when it's so cold! Come here and let Albert warm you!"
The soldier reached for Clarisse, but she stepped back.
"Monsieur! I don't know you! I am only looking for my papa!" she said, her voice shaking with tears.
"No, no do not be afraid, my dear. I will keep you safe from the men in the tavern while we wait for your papa," The soldier was already semi-hard. Clarisse took a few more steps backward into the woods.
"Papa said I should wait for him here."
"We can wait for your papa together," said the soldier, pulling Clarisse into his arms.
I watched as Clarisse's fangs bit into the soldier's neck. He shuddered and moaned in orgasmic ecstasy as she quickly drained his blood, bringing him close to death.
"Stosh, do you want a taste before I finish him?" she asked
"Sure," I said, taking the soldier from her and sinking my teeth into the other side of his neck. The soldier began to groan again and made a couple of weak slaps at me. Clarisse went through his pants and jacket to get any money he had on him while I drank the rest of his life.
"Damn it, we have got to start getting them before they spend all their money on booze,"
I swallowed the last of the soldier. "We have plenty of money, Clarisse. And anyway, they're easier to get to when they're drunk."
"I suppose you're right," she said, picking up the man's feet to help me drag him away from the tavern. Even in a war zone, it's a good idea to not draw any unnecessary attention.
I'd met Clarisse in Vienna during Napoleon's Ulm campaign. She was a young vampire, having been made just prior to the French revolution. Clarisse was beautiful, with long red hair and huge, brown eyes that she used to great advantage when pretending to be a lost waif. Clarisse played vulnerable and scared very well and made an irresistible target for the kind of man looking for easy prey -- the kind of man I liked to kill.
We followed Napoleon's
Grande ArmΓ©e as it made its way east. I was over 300 years old at this point and didn't need as much blood as I did before, but Clarisse was young and the death and chaos that comes with war made for easy hunting grounds. So easy, in fact, that it was too tempting not to travel with them. Besides, Clarisse took such pleasure in the hunt that it was glorious just to watch her.
Clarisse had the appetite of a young vampire. She was always ready to feed, and she was always ready to fuck. Feeding on the life of a pervert made her horny as hell, and that made for a dangerous situation.
I had finished covering the soldier's body with snow and brush when I felt Clarisse's hand on my shoulder. I turned around and she kissed me, exploring my tongue with her mouth. I could still taste the soldier's blood on her lips.
I pushed her away. "Not here. It's too risky."
She pouted and looked up at me with her big brown eyes.
"Okay..." she said sadly, as she began to loosen her dress. I had to fight the urge to bury my face between her two succulent breasts.
"Clarisse, what are you doing?" I said. She giggled and took my hand, leading me further into the woods.
She put her finger to her lips, quieting me. "This is my favorite part..."
In the dark, a man's voice called for the missing soldier. "Albert! Albert! Where are you?"
Clarisse giggled and leaned into my chest to stifle herself.
We heard another man's voice. "What are you doing?"
"Albert came out to take a piss, but he didn't come back, so I'm looking for him."
"Forget it. He probably stumbled back to camp."
"Why wouldn't he say something?"
"That prick is so cheap he probably wanted to weasel out of the next round. Screw him."
We were both giggling now. She kissed me again and put her hand down my trousers.
I smiled as her fingers circled my stiffening penis. "Didn't you just eat?"
"I'm still hungry," she whined. "I want dessert."
Clarisse kneeled before me, and put my cock in her soft, velvety mouth. My knees began to weaken as I put my hands in her hair. I moaned.
I could feel Clarisse's lips curl into a smile as she began to hum while swallowing my cock. With her small hand, she grabbed my balls, gently caressing them as her tongue whipped back and forth over the head of my dick while her throat muscles massaged me.
I sighed deeply and leaned against a tree, allowing her to pump me with her mouth. Her tongue caressed the length of the thick vein under my cock. I looked down at her as she looked up at me through her thick eyelashes.
"Clarisse..." I sighed. "Clarisse, I want you. Now."
She moved her head and with a smile, said "No. Not until I get my cream." And with that, she swallowed my cock again and firmly squeezed my balls. I felt as though I was being milked. She looked up at me again with a feral glint in her eye and suddenly, her tongue seemed to surround my girth. I felt her other hand slide down the back of my trousers over my ass, seeking my tight, brown asshole. Her finger began to enter me and suddenly, it was too much. I exploded, cumming so hard my ears popped.
Clarisse seemed to know that I was close, and she leaned forward, swallowing my cock down to the root. She greedily drank all of my cum, like a cat thirsty for milk. Once she finished, my knees began to buckle and I slid down to the ground.