The Count's Daughter

Marissa was stretched out in her bed, relaxing in the afterglow of having Thomas satisfy her hunger. Her mind wandered, she thought about when it had happened...

Her mother had been with the Count when she was born, in the year 1690, in a small Hungarian village. To Marissa, the Count was her father, and she always saw him as her father. He would go to bed the same time as her mother, and herself, sometimes they would go out at night, once or twice a week, and come back, looking refreshed, and healthy. Marissa had heard sounds of passion from her parent's bed-chamber every night, her father was a lusty, virile male, and he would take her mother every night, driving into her until he exploded his passion deep inside her. He would not go out in very bright sunlight, but he was kind, gentle, and a loving father.

Marissa had noticed the twin punctures on her mother's neck, she wondered what that was. It was an odd place to have an animal bite. She discovered what it was, at the age of 18. She had blossomed, her womanly body was much admired and lusted after by the males of the village. The looks they gave her made her body tingle, and the Count took notice of it. Yes, it was time.

One night, just after she turned 18, her father and her mother explained it to her. He was what was called a vampire, he was one of a lineage that stretched back hundreds of years. There were many fallacies and folklore about vampires, and he explained it to her. Her mother had accepted his advances and his bite, and though she was not immortal, she would age much slower, stay beautiful and strong, and live for hundreds of years, still retaining her youthful beauty. The silly folklore of ignorant peasants, about garlic, holy water, silver, no reflection in a mirror, and his victims becoming some kind of undead creature themselves, were not only false, but it also served to keep her father's identity hidden.

"Now my dear, you are feeling the needs of your growing womanhood, is that true?"

Marissa nodded, spellbound, as her father's voice wrapped around her, "It is time, I will give you the gift your mother has, and you will be able to satisfy both fits of hunger."

Marissa obeyed, turning her head slightly and presenting her neck. She felt the tight ring of his lips, then the sharp sting as his fangs sunk in. She cried out, but as her father drank deep, she could feel the changes. Her body started to tingle, she could feel hot wetness between her legs. She felt the start of a second hunger, as her father withdrew, and licked at the punctures until they sealed up. Her eyes met her father's, and he smiled, he could see the fire of her lusts.

"Now, go and get the stable boy Jakob, he's young, strong, and healthy, and he should be perfect for your first feeding."

Jakob was just bedding down for the night when Marissa appeared in his room. He blinked, he'd never seen Marissa looking so desirable, her eyes seemed to flash green fire at him. Long, flowing blonde hair, an angelic face, her breasts had really grown, it was like yesterday she had the body of a child, but today, she was a fully developed, and very desirable woman. She stripped off her nightgown, and his cock jumped to full extension, as the light from his candle illuminated her curvy waist, hips that drew his eyes, with a patch of blonde pubic hair.

"Jakob, come to me" she ordered.

Those eyes, hypnotic, drew him easily. She turned and he followed close behind, she had an aura about her that he couldn't have resisted, even if he tried to.

In her bedroom, she gently pushed him back on the bed, her lusts roaring, and she quickly mounted him, sliding her womanly passage down his manhood. She thrust down hard, letting his manhood burst her maidenhead, she scarcely felt it, her needs overruled such a minor thing. Jakob groaned, the heat and the tightness surrounding him were like nothing he'd ever felt. She rode him, her pangs of hunger needing to be satisfied. Jakob thrust up into the hot, burning channel as Marissa pumped her hips downward, eager to bury himself as deep as Marissa's sex could take him. He looked up at the angelic face, the glowing green eyes, the smile as Marissa just as eagerly slammed herself down, her hips pumping up and down in a growing cadence.

Jakob was spellbound by the sight of 18-year-old Marissa riding his manhood. Her wonderful breasts were bouncing in time to her pumping up and down, her green eyes were blazing with a hungry need. The feel of her heat around his manhood was amazing, and they rutted wildly, two bodies joined in an almost violent joining of hot, burning lust, no love, no gentleness, just hot, primal, animalistic mating. Thrusting, grunting, cries of pleasure, and squelches of hot juicy lust filled the bedroom.

Ah, so good, she was getting close, very close. She lowered down, sniffing gently at his neck, searching...searching...there, she smelled the life force, oh yes. She could feel the rise of her own release, and she could feel Jakob's manhood throbbing with eager need, it all came together, she felt the fluttering starting deep down. Her mouth shot forward, she latched hungrily at the pulsing neck vein and sank her fangs in.

Jakob felt the sting of her fangs, he barely noticed it as his manhood became hard as marble, and he spent himself in a shattering rush of sensation. The bite had brought on the sudden explosion, and Marissa joined him, as his blood filled her mouth, her release exploded deep inside her.

Jakob had never felt such an explosive release, his manhood kept pulsing, each pulse squirted more of his hot fluid, he grunted with each pulse, it seemed to go on and on, his manhood pulsing and squirting wildly, Marissa's fiery center was gripping him tightly, the quivering and spasming of her release greedily milking and sucking at him, wanting every drop.

Marissa smiled to herself as she sucked on his neck, she loved the feel of his manhood exploding and squirting wildly deep inside her, his hot fluids filling her womanhood. She sucked on his neck, drinking in the blood, as her sex drank in his other load, satiating both pangs of hunger. She withdrew her fangs, and licked gently at his neck, to help seal the punctures.

Jakob flopped back, and Marissa's face was above him, he watched as she licked the blood from her lips. Her green eyes blazing, she locked that spellbinding look on him again. The voice that he would do anything for filled his ears.

"Jakob, you are very tired. You will go back to your room, there you will lay down, fall asleep, and you will forget everything that has happened tonight. Do you understand?"

Jakob mumbled sleepily, "Yes, I understand."

He arose, left her room, and Marissa followed him, watching as he lay down on his bed, and in less than a minute, he was in a deep, dreamless sleep. Marissa smiled, she gently caressed his cheek, he had been an excellent choice, in both ways. She could feel his life force within her, strong and powerful, her body felt more alive than ever before in her life.

Back in her bedroom, her Father awaited her.

He grinned as he saw the glow of her first successful feeding, and he said, "Now, you know what your mother and I go out for, on the nights we are out. You know what to do, you took Jakob perfectly, men will not be able to resist your physical charms, and you can use very willing males to satisfy both pangs of hunger."

Her father did not lie, when Marissa went out among the people of the village, and she turned those eyes on whatever man she wanted, they were powerless to resist. She loved the feeling of the man's hard pole of male flesh, sliding deep into her inner sanctum, making her hunger blaze. The edge of her explosion, thrusting her head forward, fastening to the neck of her lover, and biting down, feeling the splash of hot blood in her mouth. The feel of that hard male flesh deep-buried deep in her womanhood becoming even harder, and the wild groan as her lover exploded, his hot liquid gushing into her, the feel of her hunger being quenched made her release explode, she lifted her head, her lips blood red, and howled as her body shook and quivered, tingles of sizzling pleasure zipping through her body.

By the time she was 19, she had sampled every one of the young, strong men her age, had in fact, taken each of them many times over. The blood was rich red and full of the strong life force of the hardworking young men, and she could feel her body taking in that force, keeping her young, beautiful, strong, and healthy. Her physical charms developed to their fullest potential, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin was totally unblemished, large, sky blue eyes, big, luscious lips, a slim, graceful neck, her body had the classic hourglass figure, with large breasts, her body gliding down, waist nipping in, and curving out with the flare of her hips, long, sleek legs completed the physical beauty. Her stunning beauty and the look, the piercing, almost otherwordly look hinting of erotic pleasure unmatched that she turned on her lovers, brought all the men to her likes bees to wildflowers.

Eventually, she had to leave the village, when it became impossible to hide the fact that she was not aging. She realized that she'd have to become a nomad, settle down for a little while, then move on. The thought did not displease her. The grand cities of medieval Europe awaited her. She would have her choice of virile men eager to bed her down.