The story of Henri and Margaret and how vampirism changed their marriage.
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Married in France in the 1748 AD, Henri and Margaret were both born to nobility. Henri inherited the title of Seigneur. This was the French equivalent of an English Lord. Henri became The Seigneur, shortly after their marriage and became master of large land holdings. His father had managed the property well. Vast tracts of land were managed by generations of tenant farmers. This was a holdover of serfs, who were slaves. Now they were free men who worked the Seigneur's property. Henri's father had helped them organize as a cooperative and make decisions as a group. He still owned the land and made huge profits, but that was more because he gave them freedoms instead of control. As a result, Henri and Margaret lived a life of leisure, and both were avid art connoisseurs.
Henri made frequent trips to Paris. On one trip he was attacked on the road after dusk and killed by a starving vampire. The young attacker, Benoit, was new to the life and had great regret about killing this man whose blood had saved his life. He used some of his own blood to raise Henri from the dead. His slayer and creator explained what conversion meant... Henri was now immortal - a vampire. Benoit spent almost an hour with Henri sharing what he knew about being converted to the vampire life.
Returning home that evening, Henri was disheveled and bloody, but seemingly alive. Margaret was surprised and then shocked that Henri had returned from his trip so soon. His initial appearance was frightening. Her husband told her about the attack and then about being reanimated.
She dismissed the claims Henri made as delirium from the brutal attack. She held him in her arms, soothing his brow. Henri began to hunger for her. Laying in her arms, he suckled her breast. She saw this as positive signs of recovery and stroked his manhood. He felt an overwhelming need for her body. He had never experienced as much lust in his life as that moment. He carried her to the bed and ripped her clothes off.
Margaret was shocked, but also felt an urgent need to have him in her. In effect it became consensual rape. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her butt off the bed. Before her feet ever hit the floor, he plunged his hardness into her from behind. He rutted her like a wild animal. As he pounded into her, she cried out in pleasure, experiencing an almost immediate orgasm.
Henri felt a nearly uncontrollable urge for her neck. He pulled her onto her feet and then lifted her. She weighed nothing in his hands. He set her down on the bed. She held her arms open, and he mounted her face to face. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him to her. His animalistic lust had mutated to something close to loving desire. His previous plunging and pounding became sensually slow thrusts.
He kissed her in the style of his country, their tongues erotically entangled. He licked and nibbled her nipples. When his passion reached its pinnacle, he bit her neck. She felt the warm, tingle of the bite and the flush of his hot spunk at the same time. She orgasmed a second time.
As his arousal diminished, he realized the horror of what he had done.
But She bit his ear, "That felt incroyablement (amazingly) sexy."
"Do you not understand what has happened, I drank your blood."
She was dismissive of any danger, "It was nothing. Une morsure d'amour (A love bite)."
Henri slept little that night, concerned for the safety of his wife. She slept soundly, secure in the love she felt from him.
The following morning Henri drank sparkling wine but did not eat. He went out on the estate for a ride and to supervise the building of a small bridge. He returned home in under an hour.
"It's hot and the sun is too bright. I didn't sleep well last night. I'm going to take a nap."
In the late afternoon she went to check on him and found him in a deep sleep, naked and erect. His cock seemed larger than normal; she thought it was because she had rarely seen his erection in the daylight. The sight physically aroused her and as she slipped her clothes off, she felt her dampness. Climbing on the bed, she straddled him and eased herself down on his magnificent turret.
Once again, she orgasmed almost immediately, but continued the slipping up and down on him. Her activity awakened him with a smile. He reached up to fondle her breasts and began pushing his hips up to meet her downward movement. Their bodies slapped together audibly.
She had never felt so full of him, but it was sensually thrilling, not uncomfortable. She came again. He pulled her closer to lavish attention on her nipples. Closer still to kiss her deeply. When his orgasm was imminent, he turned her head gently and sunk his teeth into her jugular vein. He pumped his essence into her, while drawing out another essential liquid from her neck. She came a third glorious time.
They slept together until a servant came to announce dinner. He wasn't hungry but drank some wine. Sleep would not come that night and he stayed up trying to read. His mind kept drifting back to what he was doing to Margaret. At sunrise he awakened her to talk about his concern. He explained again what Benoit told him. The third time he drinks her blood will likely turn her into a vampire.
"Think about my behavior the last couple of days. I'm sleeping during daylight and awake all night. I'm not eating. I also know that you are unafraid and, in your mind, dismissive of my story."
"I know vampires exist. Everyone knows that. But... not you. You're my husband."
"Let me try something to convince you. Look into my eyes. Look deeply."
His eyes drew hers and she found it difficult to look away. There was a depth there she had never seen before. She found herself unable to move.
"I'm going to use the quill to write something on this piece of parchment."
He quickly scrawled something down, which she could not see. When he looked down, she felt a release... an ability to move. She shifted her weight and flexed her fingers. He raised his gaze back to her and the feeling of being immobilized returned. Her gaze was locked on the deep, dark pools that were his eyes. He held her a few seconds and then looked down.
She dropped her nightgown to the floor and stood naked. Kneeling before him, she lifted his right foot to her lips. Her tongue weaved through the toes, as she sucked gently.
He asked her to stop, as he handed her the parchment scrap.
She read it out loud, "Remove your nightgown and suckle the toes on my right foot."
"What? How did you... Oh sweet Mary, Mother of God!"
He stood and picked up her gown. He pulled it on over her head and wrapped his arms around her. She trembled as the truth overloaded her emotions.
"I will never do that to you again. I'm sorry. I didn't know how else I could convince you. Benoit told me about mind control. I'm sorry."
"You are... you are a vampire. What does it mean? What will we do?"
