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Table of Contents
 Prologue

For those obsessed in all things strange and paranormal, you must know about the Countess
Elizabeth Bathory. She is one of the most one of the most infamous figures in European history
for her murder of hundreds of young girls over the span of several years. She is believed to be
the most prolific murder in recorded history. The strange nature and large magnitude of her
crimes earned her the infamous title of ‘The Blood Countess.’ The tale of Elizabeth is one that is
strange, horrifying, and full of mysteries.

Even by the standards of the Hungarian nobility, the Countess lived a life of luxury and
privilege. Unlike the common folk and even many of her aristocratic peers, she was educated and
well-read. She knew how to read and write when much of her fellow nobility lacked these skills.
Many believed that she must have gone insane for these crimes to be accountable to such an
educated woman. It was believed she suffered from epilepsy or another psychological disorder
which went undiagnosed due a lack of medical advances at the time. However, Elizabeth was
very much in control of her own destiny and her actions.

She was known to be a shred and intelligent woman. Unlike most noblewoman of her time,
Elizabeth was a talented politician who take part in dynastic rivalries. Furthermore, her family
was linked to the monarchy of Poland and Transylvania. Her cousins included the prime minister
of Hungary. The woman was well connected with the rulers of Eastern Europe.

Rather than for romance, Elizabeth married the Count Ferencz Nadasdy for a political
alliance. Her husband spent most of his time away from home fighting wars against foreign
invaders. His absence left a vacuum of power which his wife exploited. With her husband away,
Elizabeth tended to her husband’s household and business affairs. It was believed during this
time that she became involved in the occult.

Things took a dark turn for the Countess. It was said that Elizabeth began torturing servants
for petty reasons. Rumors began about how anyone who dared anger her would soon meet their
end through unusual circumstances.

Eventually, Count Ferencz Nadasdy died in battle and left Elizabeth in complete control of his
holdings. Grasping the reigns of command, she was said to have exiled or executed anyone who
would oppose her or challenge her claim to power. Personal accounts reveal that she began
experimenting in sorcery, such as sacrificing animals to pagan Gods. She soon became a recluse
who hid from the European nobility in favor of the stone walls of her castle.

As she aged, Elizabeth began to fear growing old and losing her prized beauty. One day, she
struck a girl for combing her hair too hard with a brush. Due to the severity of the strike, some of
the girl’s blood fell on the Countess’s skin. Having grown vain, Elizabeth believed the servant
girl’s blood rejuvenated her aging skin. She believed she had found the secret to eternal youth
and beauty.

Through a secret plan, the Countess ordered the servant girl to be killed and drained of her
blood. Then, she bathed in the dead servant girl’s blood. Elizabeth thought the blood made her
look younger and more beautiful than ever before. Furthermore, she thought the blood of virgin
girls would be even more potent. So began The Blood Countess’s reign of terror.

It was believed that as many as six hundred women died because of the Countess’s vanity and
lack of morals. She would torture these poor servant girls for days before draining them of their
blood. These young servants ranged from commoners to members of the Hungarian nobility who
had joined the Bathory household in service to the esteemed, politically well-connected
Countess. However, one constant remained; they were all young girls.

As the body count increased, Elizabeth caught the attention of the local authorities. They took
notice of the number dead girls who died under mysterious circumstances at Elizabeth’s castle.
However, the Countess used her influence to stop any further investigation. Soon, the bodies
were then buried discreetly where they would not be found or attract too much attention.

Nevertheless, one of her intended victims escaped her dungeons and told the authorities about
the horrors occurring at Elizabeth’s castle. The King of Hungary himself ordered a raid on the
Countess’s castle and the horrors it was said to house. During the raid, the investigators were
horrified by the acts of torture committed by her. There was a dungeon full of girls who had been
tortured and experimented upon. They saw young women were drained of their blood as if it
were a butcher shop. They exhumed countless bodies which were buried through the castle
courtyard.

Eventually, Elizabeth was apprehended and put on trial for her crimes. She and her close
advisers were found guilty of mass murder and acts against the will of God. The investigators
soon learned that dozens of unwed girls were killed to provide a bath of blood for the countess.
However, Elizabeth did not plead guilt or innocence since she did not appear at the trial. Taking
the trial in absentia, her noble birth prevented her execution. Her close advisors were not as
fortunate as they were hanged like common criminals.

Instead, the Countess was placed under indefinite house arrest. Her holdings were divided up
and distributed to her children and her children’s children. Eventually, Elizabeth would die of old
age while a prisoner in her own holdings. However, her crimes against humanity immortalized
her in both legend and history.

Now, this is the point where the line between legend and history becomes blurred. The legend
of The Blood Countess has captivated the imagination of readers from all over the world. Surely,
only a creature of the night would commit such horrific acts. There had been many rumors about
the true nature of the Countess’s lust for blood.

It was said that in her death, Elizabeth was reborn as a vampire. Through her affinity for blood
or some dark ritual, the Countess had achieved the immortality which had eluded her in her
mortal life. Not wanting to attract attention in her homeland, she reemerged as a wealthy recluse
in the heart of Transylvania. Changing her last name and identity, Elizabeth was mainly known
as ‘The Countess.’

It was believed she had seduced and married a wealthy Transylvanian Count for his wealth.
The elderly man died and left his fortune and titles to the vampire in disguise. The Countess kept
to herself and avoided interacting with nobility and commoner alike. She ordered the guards to
prevent any unwanted visitors from entering the castle. She kept these men without the gift of
vampirism so they could protect her during the day when she was most vulnerable.

Furthermore, she had the guards bring her young girls from both nearby and distant towns. To
outsiders, it seemed as though the Countess was in need of many servant girls to keep her
enormous castle in order. However, the Countess needed them for their blood. Instead of using
them to beautify her skin, Elizabeth now used these girls to sate her vampiric thirst. They were
like lambs to the slaughter. Ironically, Elizabeth’s vampirism had rendered eternally youthful and
beautiful. She had achieved in death what she could not in life.

Nevertheless, do not think Elizabeth did not care for the servant girls. While they lived under
lock and key, the girls were allowed full access to the castle’s interior and the courtyard. A
Sapphic community soon developed in the walls of the castle. While the guardsmen largely
remained out of sight, Elizabeth presented herself as their sole guardian and teacher.

When the girls aged into adulthood, they began to sexually experiment with each other. The
Countess kept them safe and well-fed. She also guided them into womanhood. The girls looked
up to Elizabeth as both a mother figure and an object of sexual desire.

The Countess indulged on these desires. During one evening every fortnight, Elizabeth would
summon a servant girl to her personal chambers to spend the night together. Rather than be
frightened by this event, the girls thought it was a great honor to be chosen by the Countess.
After all, Elizabeth was a noblewoman, their hostess, and the closest person they had to a mother
figure.

The chosen girls were groomed and prepared for this encounter. They were bathed in rose
water and massaged with oils and lotions. Special clothing would be prepared for them which
could be easily taken off in an instance. Other servant girls looked upon the chosen one with
jealousy as they counted the days until the next summoning. Each of them hoped they could
spend the night with the Countess.

During the encounter, the girl would engage in a night-long sexual encounter with the
Countess. Not using this erotic coupling as a selfish deed, Elizabeth would teach the girl several
sexual skills and pleasure her to climax. Nevertheless, the Vampire Countess used this
opportunity to sate her vampiric thirst for blood. In the middle of their passionate encounter,
Elizabeth would secretly bite the girl and drink enough to get her through until the next girl
arrived.

Despite being more than human cattle for the vampire, the Countess took care of her servants
turned lovers. She kept them safe and happy rather than repeat her past murders. Nevertheless,
some girls were known to be separated from the rest of the servants. Their disappearance was a
topic of much gossip among the girls. Many of them believed they were inducted into the
Countess’s inner circle of lovers.

Nevertheless, the truth was much more complicated. Any girl who reached adulthood and
caught the eye of Elizabeth was turned into a vampire. During their sexual encounter, the
Countess would encourage her lover to drink her vampiric blood to begin the process. They were
literally given a special place beside her through a series of coffins she kept next to her
bedchamber.

However, rebellious girls were dealt in a different fashion. They were fatally drained of their
blood like a hog in a slaughterhouse. Then, the guards disposed of the body so it would not
arouse suspicion. Regardless of the girl’s disposition, Elizabeth looked forward to these
encounters. Either through blood or virginal flesh, the Blood Countess would leave satisfied
from her encounter with the servant girl.

This is the story of one such servant girl. This is the story of a girl who had never been with
another woman before. This is the story of Alice.
 By Javier Fabra

It was dusk when they led me to the Countess’s bedchamber. I had just turned eighteen years
of age but I still felt like a little girl amongst grown women. I was giddy with anticipation like a
child awaiting her name day. I would soon meet the beautiful Countess Elizabeth.

I had seen glimpses of the elusive yet gorgeous woman over the years. Her dark hair looked as
though it was spun from black silk from distant Asia. Her pale skin looked soft and creamy like
living marble. Her piercing green eyes looked as precious as the gems that adorned her various
dresses. In all the years I had watched her, she never seemed to age a day. In fact, she looked
lovelier by each passing year.

The silk gown I wore felt as empyreal as air. Two of the Countess’s personal handmaidens
had spent the better part of the day preparing my body for this encounter. They had washed me
with hot rosewater and anointed me with exotic lotions. I loved their soft, sensual touch as the
applied the lotion to my body. They would cup my breasts before lingering near the opening
between my legs. I could only gasp as their touch aroused my body. “Oh…!”

“Calm yourself, Alice,” one of the handmaidens whispered, scolding me as if I was a school
girl. I blushed at the admonishment. “It is a great honor to see the Countess. There are hundreds
of girls here but she has selected you to spend this night with her.”

The Countess was practically a Goddess on earth. I knew that some of the girls who visited
her never came back. We gossiped about what happened to them but we had no answers. The
handmaidens quelled any rumors. It added a sense of mystery and danger to the occasion. Yet,
prestige awaited for anyone who returned from the encounter.

The handmaiden was confident that all would go well. “When you return, Alice… come to my
bed. You will share what you have learned from the Countess.”

She punctuated the statement with a kiss. It was cool and sweet like eating a chilled fruit. I
didn’t know what I was feeling exactly but I wished we had time for a longer kiss. I wondered
what she meant when she said I would what I learned from the Countess. I hoped I could make it
back from the encounter in order to find out.

Now, it was time to meet the Countess Elizabeth. With bare feet, I walked across the cold
marble floor that led to my mistress’s bedchamber. I was caught between nervousness and
anticipation of what was to come. When the handmaidens opened the door to her chamber, I
gasped in disbelief at the sight.

The bedroom was utterly beautiful. Even by the high standards of the castle, the Countess’s
bedroom was truly luxurious. The marble floor was exquisitely engraved with an abstract
pattern. Gothic paintings of winged demons lined the walls. The bed was made of white
pinewood and the soft looking bedding was blood red. What was even more beautiful was the
woman who lied on the bed.

Countess Elizabeth was truly a divine being. Her pale, sheet-white skin had a glow about it.
Her regal lips were a deep red as if she had just drank blood. Lush, dark hair flowed from her
head like the softest silk. However, it was her green eyes that struck me. They looked
supernaturally bright like a pair of flawless emeralds crafted by a master jeweler.

The handmaidens stripped the gown and left me nude before leaving me alone with the
Countess. They punctuated their departure with loud thud of a shut door. Now, it was just the
Countess and I.

I gazed upon the lovely woman who only wore a dark, elegant dress. I could make out the
contours and flawless lines of her body through the fabric. Candlelight gave her pale skin an
unearthly radiance. She gestured to me with her hand and an outstretched finger. “Come to me,
Alice.”

Her voice was deep and intoxicating to my ear. When she said my name, it was the call of a
siren from Greek mythology. She could have ordered me to jump off the tallest tower of the
castle and I would have done it. Although I felt inadequate before her, I was compelled to obey.

As I mounted the bed, Countess Elizabeth began to undress. The dark of her dress gave way to
pale skin. The body I had imagined did not hold a candle to the reality of the beauty before me.
Her nude body was such perfection that no sculptor had any hope of capturing it in stone. My
heart raced as I sat beside the gorgeous woman. When she touched my face, I stayed still as if
her gaze had turned me to stone.

“Such a lovely young girl,” she said seductively, running her finger down my cheek. She
leaned so close to me that my face that I could smell her spicy fragrance. I felt like a gemstone
thumbed over by a prospective buyer. “I have many things to teach you. The night is young and
you have much to learn. Now, let me taste you…”

She closed in for a passionate kiss. I felt myself melt under the fiery kiss. Her taste was that of
an aged wine that lingered in my mouth. Kissing me all the while, the Countess trailed her lips
down my neck before stopping at the base of my neck. I felt a strange sensation between my
legs. “You are so beautiful… my Countess.”

Continuing downward, she stopped to take one of my erect nipples into her mouth. Before
that, she whispered to me with her deep voice. “Within these walls, you may call me Elizabeth.”

I moaned as she suckled it and flicked her tongue over it. My virginal apprehension soon gave
way into unbridled enthusiasm. I felt a strange warmth between my legs as if I stood astride a
campfire. I didn’t want this feeling to end.

As Elizabeth sucked me, her hands caressed my body. It was like a wildfire spreading across
my body. Her hand soon slipped between my legs and parted them gently. With a finger, she
trailed the length of my thighs. I looked between her legs and saw a downy patch of hair just
above her sex. On the other hand, I had just entered womanhood and my lack of experience
showed as much as my sparse blotch of hair.

I gasped as Elizabeth parted the folds of my slit and entered me. She parted my nether lips as
if they were petals of a delicate flower. It was a hundred fold more arousing than the already
agonizing touch of the handmaidens who bathed me. My opening was tight and rasped against
her finger. Soon, she began to move in and out of me at a slow pace. My body immediately
responded by becoming moist and slick to provide easier passage.

Through some erotic instinct or innate skill, I began to rotate my hips in tune with my lover’s
welcomed intrusion. I felt my heart quickened as if it threatened to burst out of my chest. A fiery
passion built in my body under Elizabeth’s skillful touch. Finding the right tempo, it felt as
though she was reading my mind.

Between my legs, I was as wet as a flooded room. I felt moisture dampen my thighs as if I had
been caught in a rainstorm. As my Countess stroked my sex, I grew wetter with each probe of
her finger. The musty aroma of my arousal mingled with the spicy smell of Elizabeth’s incense.
This combined with the Countess’s sweet fragrance made me drool senselessly onto the bedding
as I had caught in an erotic miasma.

Elizabeth continued to enter me with her finger which was now covered in my secretions. She
moved in to kiss me again. Her tongue easily overpowered mine and plundered the depths of my
mouth. I returned her kisses and locked my hands behind her neck. The friction between our
bodies was overwhelming like flint and tinder.

Without warning, she touched the sensitive nub at the peak of my opening. I cried out in
agonizing bliss as pleasure filled every fiber of my being. New emotions filled me as if I was
journeying to a distant land. Then, I gasped for air like a fish out of water. My body shook
violently but the Countess steadied me with almost supernatural strength. Her skill and power
were a sight to behold. “Ah, ah, ah!”

I had gossiped with others about Elizabeth’s sexual prowess. In hushed whispers, we had
spoken about her fabled sexual prowess. To feel it firsthand was an entirely different matter. I
knew my time with the Countess would be brief but I didn’t want this night to end. At the very
least, I could share what I had learned with the handmaiden.

When she removed her finger, the Countess licked it slowly with her tongue as if to savor the
taste. I saw her flash her teeth which looked very white and very sharp. “Such a delicious
nectar…”

I blushed at the compliment. “I am glad I have pleased you, my Countess.”

I gasped when she entered me again with her finger. Then, she brought it to my lips. “Taste it,
my child.”
 Enticing me with the offer, I instinctively suckled her finger. The taste was salty yet sweet. As
I wondered if all women tasted the same, the Countess read my thoughts. “Alice, place your
hand inside of me. Do to me as I have done for you.”

Following her instructions, I slipped my hand down between her legs. I saw a patch of dark
hair crown her opening. The lips of her sex were a ripe red which flared like a rose in full bloom.
The flesh inside looked soft and damp.

When I entered her with a fingertip, she took in a deep breath. Her sex was so very hot and
wet. She was also so much wider and deeper than me. I could fit as many as three fingers inside
of her. With each additional penetration, she moaned a sound that was like a siren’s call to
unsuspecting sailors. I was caught in her primal song.

In my passion, I kissed her again. This time, I was the initiator. I was no longer the naïve
servant girl as I lavished her mouth with my tongue. Elizabeth was more than receptive to my
actions as she grabbed fistfuls of my flesh. Pleasure coursed through my body like quicksilver. I
prayed the fire between my legs would not be quenched before the night ended.

Like a woman nursing her babe, she took my face in her hand and guide it to her erect nipple.
Her breasts were full and the tip of her nipple jutted out in an inviting fashion. I took it into my
mouth and found her skin to have a mellow yet spicy flavor. As her nipple grew hard, she
moaned with approval as I suckled her.

I sensed Elizabeth bring her hands to cup my buttocks. I recalled how the handmaiden spent
so much time massaging my backside. Their touch was soft and tender. The Countess was more
predatory in our encounter. She began to stroke the petals of my nether orifice.

I gasped when Elizabeth tested the gates of the small hole with the tip of her finger. I never
realized how much that part of me yearned for as much attention as my womanhood. It was tight
but she gently penetrated that entrance with casual ease. I gasped in delight once she fully slid
into me. It was such an unlikely place to discover erotic pleasure. I could tell the Countess was a
master of her art.

As I suckled her, Elizabeth moved in unison with my movements. Soon, her finger was
completely inside the depths of my buttocks. I moved from one nipple to the other. I was hungry
for the taste of her flawless skin. Although the Countess retained her composure, I was lost in the
surge of ecstasy piercing my body like a spear. I had no choice but to shake violently and cry out
in passion.

I collapsed onto Elizabeth’s arms like a child in her mother’s embrace. I might as well have
well have been a naïve child in the arms of this seductress. However, she caressed me as if I
were her own flesh and blood. “Sleep my child. The night is long and I have much to teach.
Now, sleep and give yourself to the night…”

Her voice trailed off into a hiss. As if it were some hypnotic command, I began to
immediately fall asleep. I drifted off into darkness as if riding a cloud in the dark of the night.

When I awoke, I was caught between pleasure and pain. I felt sharp pain in my neck as if I had
been punctured by a pair of pins. However, the pain was lost in the greater sensation of pleasure
that was happening between my legs.

Lying on my back, I saw Elizabeth’s head in between my legs. She had her mouth to my sex
and licked it with complete abandon. Her wondrous actions sent bliss through my body as if I
had been struck by Cupid’s arrows. Her tongue was doing things I thought impossible. I moaned
as she penetrated the depths of my sex. Her hands steadied my body as I convulsed in erotic
delight.

I hooked my ankles from behind her head and cried out in passion. With teeth gritted and back
arched, I dug my fingers into tresses of Elizabeth’s silky hair. Her tongue plundered deeper and
deeper inside of me. Her upper lip found the tiny bud above my sex and rasped it against swollen
nub. That act alone sent me into another series of convulsions. I grasped my cheeks as tears of
erotic fulfillment trailed down my face. My body shook as if caught in an earthquake which was
my climax.

The Countess sucked my throbbing nub of flesh like a master of her craft. She gave me little
chance to gather my wits. I dug my heels into the Countess’s back to keep my body from falling
off the bed. My fingers clawed deep into the soft bedding as I cried out in bliss.

Pleasure wracked me like herds of horses stampeding over my body with hooves imparting
erotic delight. A new wetness emerged between my legs. Elizabeth drank it like a newborn kitten
lapping up milk. Soon, my convulsions subsided and I regained some degree of my composure.
My breathing calmed as the Countess licked me clean.

Then, my lover crawled up my bed and placed her body on top of mine. She was heavy with
pair of full, shapely hips. However, the soft press of her breasts took my mind off any
discomfort. Elizabeth planted soft kisses on my face like the landing of a butterfly. She kissed
my cheeks and licked away the tears. I lied still and took in the warmth of her flawless body.

“You now know to please another woman, Alice,” she said, stopping her series of kisses.
“Now, it is time to test your knowledge. I want to place you tongue in my sex and please me as I
have please you. There is more for you to know. For now, show me what you have learned.”

I was worried I would give into my inexperience and fail her. “Please you?”

The Countess laughed and gave me a kiss so soft that it felt like the brush of wind. “Do you
not desire me, child?”

I gathered my resolved. “Of course I do, my Countess.”

Elizabeth rolled onto her back and gestured for me to mount her. “Place your tongue between
my nether lips. Taste the honeyed depths of my body. Drink your fill, child. I have much to
give.”

I kissed the Countess’s lips before trailing my lips downward. I licked from the top of her chin
to the base of her neck. My tongue made one continuous lick down her swanlike neck. I stopped
between the cleft of her full breasts to brush my cheeks against those pearly mounds of flesh. I
took in the taste of her erect nipples before kissing across her flat yet full abdomen. Eventually, I
reached the top of her damp nether hair.

I aroma emanating from her sex was exotic like spiced alcohol from the Far East. I took in full
breath as of it as if it were an intoxicating drug. I placed my nose against the bud above her sex
as if submerge myself in her aroma.

The Countess was hairy with reddish, pronounced lips. In comparison, I was practically
hairless with soft, tender lips. I wondered how a fellow servant girl of my age would compare.
For now, I wanted to please my beloved Countess with every fiber of my being. A night with
Elizabeth herself was a rare, momentous occasion. There would be many opportunities to make
love with the other servant girls.

The Countess arched her back and pressed her legs against her chest. She fully open to me like
a port that had a blockade lifted off it. I stared as her honeyed secretion dripped down her sex
and onto the opening of her nether orifice. When enough of her essence accumulated, I gingerly
placed a finger into her rosebud. Elizabeth gasped at the surprising yet welcomed intrusion into
her back opening.

I immediately began to pour all of my strength into pleasing her. I licked from the tip of her
nub down to the petals of her anus. The hood atop her flesh grew under the relentless assault of
my tongue. It grew from the size of pea into bud which protruded outward. I suckled the bud and
sent jolts of pleasure into the woman who might as well have been my mother.

I increased the tempo of my actions as my finger plunged deeper into her anus. The Countess
struggled to keep her composure under my two-pronged attach. Her hips jerked like a wild
stallion trying to buck its owner. She called out to the night with intelligible sounds like a wolf
howling before the full moon. Arching her back, Elizabeth grabbed the bedding and let out a
piercing scream. Her ankles crossed behind me head and kept me locked into the task at hand.
This was erotic embrace was unneeded because I wanted to stay between her legs for the entire
night.

Between her pangs of arousal, the Countess gifted me with words of admiration. “Oh… Alice.
You have… learned well… my child.”

Eventually, she gestured for me to lie on top of her. When I did so, she placed her arms and
legs around me lift a vice of soft, feminine flesh. We stopped to engage in a passionate kiss
before I spoke. “I am glad to have pleased you, my Countess.”

She gave me an encouraging smile. “Yet, there is one more skill I will teach you in our night
together.”
 I gasped in wonder. “But I have learned so much this night! Yet, there is more?”

The Countess smiled again before caressing my cheek. This time, it revealed her sharp, white
teeth. “Alice, turn around and lay yourself beside me so your head is near my feet.”

I gestated on how to coordinate such an action. I decided to follow her order to the letter and
turned my body at an angle so my head was near her calves. She was a taller, fuller woman than
I.

“Good, my child,” she said in approval. “Now, mount me again while maintaining our
alignment.”

I did as commanded and positioned myself on top of the Countess. Soon, Elizabeth took over
and began to make adjustments. She parted my legs and placed my thighs to the sides of her
head. That was when I realized her sex was so very close to my lips. I could even smell the
familiar fragrance of her secretions. Elizabeth spread her legs so I could have easier access to her
nether lips. That was when my revelation occurred. Through this position, we could please each
other with our hands and mouths at the same time. The Countess was truly a skilled lover.

Without any warning, Elizabeth took hold of my hips and brought them closer to her body.
Her hot breath sent my nether lips quivering in anticipation. Gathering my wits, I brought my
lips down upon onto the ripe lips of her sex. Finding a stable enough alignment, we began
licking each other’s womanhood with complete abandon.

We gorged on each other’s honey like thirsty travelers finding an oasis. It was without
question the most pleasurable thing I had ever done in my life. I became utterly enthralled by the
Countess. She had shared so many gifts with me which would make my encounters with my
fellow servants all the more enjoyable. I couldn’t wait to share what I had learned.

The thought alone made me drive into her opening. I drank up the sweet ambrosia between her
legs like I was lapping up cream at a feast. Elizabeth was more ravenous in her act of sexual
congress. She was like a starved animal feasting on a fresh kill. Soon, our moans echoed in the
bedchamber to create the illusion that an orgy was taking place. Eventually, we both gave into
our mutual climax and trembled in utter satisfaction.

We collapsed into a tangled of arms and legs. The Countess aligned herself to my side and
took me into her arms. For a long time, we spoke nothing and bathed in the afterglow of our
passionate encounter. Finally, Elizabeth kissed my lips and broke the silence. “You have done
well, child. I am more than satisfied with your growing skill in the erotic acts. Sleep and rest,
child… you have earned this respite.”

“Sleep alludes me my Countess,” I replied, brimming with desire for this woman. “I wish to
drink from your body until the thirst ends.”

With a seductive smile, Elizabeth rolled onto her back once again. She pulled her legs apart in
inviting fashion. “I can understand, Alice. For I know much about the agony of thirst...”

With those strange words, I kissed her again. Repeating my journey down her flawless body, I
reached the oasis hidden between her nether lips. As the night went on, I took my fill of her
sweet nectar. Eventually, we pleasured each other again and again until we became a pair of
damp bodies with interwoven limbs.

Before the break of down, we awoke and made love one last time. It was so slow and
passionate that I completely gave into her. At the end of it, she kissed me as if I had been her
lover of many years. “Alice, I have enjoyed our time together. Would you like to spend another
night with me?”

Without hesitation, I answered. “Of course, my Countess!”

She smiled at my enthusiasm. “Good, we will meet again soon.”

“My Countess… Elizabeth,” I began, struggling to find the right words for fear of reproach.
“I-I love you…”

Elizabeth didn’t answer. She simply gave me a lingering kiss before summoning a pair of
handmaiden to take me away. I gasped when I recognized one of the handmaidens. She was the
woman who had bathed me from before. I clasped her hand in mine before kissing her. When we
left the Countess’s bedchamber, I whispered to her in excitement. “I have much to share with
you.”

Yet, there was a strange feeling in my body. My neck had the shooting pain from before. As I
brought a hand to my neck, I wondered if the Countess had pierced me with her fingernails in the
heat of our debauched encounter.

However, the pain soon dissipated and I was left for an irresistible longing for the touch of
another woman. I wanted to feel their soft skin and their skilled tongues. I wanted to please her at
the same time she pleased me.

But most of all, I wanted Elizabeth.

 By Javier Fabra

She wanted my child.

She wanted my little one.

She wanted my James.

I had awoken to find a letter on my dresser. Its seal held an emblem in the shape of a red bat.
The death of my husband had left me to slumber in nights laden with cold and loneliness. Yet, I
much preferred such isolation to waking up to a summons from a vampire.

My chambermaid must have left it by my bedpost as I slumbered. I had a prophetic dream of

blood and iron during the night. Rousing from my nightmare, my heart thundered when I saw the
red bat emblem of the vampire Queen.

I immediately broke the blood red seal and opened the letter. For an undead Goddess, her
dainty handwriting seemed unmistakably mortal. Her words were simple but her flowing
handwriting added a sinister element to it.

Lady Ashe,

The time of tribute has arisen. As per the agreement between the lords of your lands and my
vampire forefathers, no harm shall come to your mortal realm so long as I am offered tribute.
For the continued safety of your petty kingdom, I require your son as said tribute. Bring him to
my castle within seven days.

Queen Morrigan

I gasped at her carnal demands. The Vampire Queen Morrigan was powerful, beautiful, and
cunning. To maintain her powers, she required the blood of mortals to sustain her. Only those of
noble blood would do. Common blood was too dull for a vampire of her station. She allowed us
to live in peace… but at a great price.

Now, she had come to claim my own flesh and blood as if he were a lamb to the slaughter. It
was inconceivable. I wondered what her game was. She usually asked for virginal maidens rather
than an infant who could not walk on his own.

I made my decision.

I would not feed my child to that monster. My late husband would curse me from beyond the
grave for allowing Queen Morrigan to sate her thirst on our infant son. I closed my eyes and
threw that horrible idea from my mind. Anger coursed through me as I crushed the letter in my
hand. The scent of blood wafted up from the crushed paper as if to remind me of my son’s
inevitable fate.

Nevertheless, the fate of an entire kingdom resided in the balance. The vampire would take
revenge if she was denied tribute. Surely, she would level the entire kingdom and my son along
with it. There would be no hiding from a powerful Vampire Queen. It seemed there no
conclusion to this conundrum in which my son survived. Yet, I refused to accept this resolution.

With a sigh, I began preparations to meet with the vampire. As I dressed, I wondered what I
should say to my servants about my plan. I could not bear to sacrifice my son. Yet, I could not
damn my people by betraying our pact with the vampire Goddess.

I found one of my maids attending to James in the nursery. He had grown since last month but
he was still barely more than a babe. I reminded myself to have the tailor fashion larger clothing
for him. He was lord of the manor after all; I only served as his regent until he came of age.
Nevertheless, such matters felt petty in the face of Morrigan’s demands.

I paused at the door and watched as the maid, Ella, gently rocked my child back and forth. She
had been my closest companion since the death of my husband. Even though she was a
commoner, I confided in her all my doubts and worries about ruling the manor. She was my
closest companion and advisor in personal matters.

Sometimes, Ella would accompany me in bed to keep me warm. I enjoyed the feeling of her
clothed flesh against mine. When I wept for my dead husband’s absence, she would come me
with soft, sisterly kisses to hold back my tears.

“My Lady Ashe?” she asked, looking up at me. She stopped rocking James. “Are you ill, my
Lady?”

I nearly laughed at the question. Ella grew pale when she saw the look on my face. “Ella…”

“My Lady Ashe, what ails you?” she said in worry. Ella placed James in his cradle and walked
up to me. “Is something wrong?”

Unable to answer, I went to my son and kissed his forehead. I ruffled the tufts of hair on his
head. He had his father’s eyes. Ella sensed that something was wrong. “We will talk after we
break our fast.”

Ella brought breakfast for us to converse over. Over food, I told her in private about
Morrigan’s summons. She took the news as well as I had expected. “My Lady, you aim to
sacrifice yourself in your son’s place!”

Understandably, Ella was horrified at my decision. “Ella, I cannot sacrifice my only son.
Neither can I risk the safety of the entire kingdom. When the Vampire Queen asks for blood, we
must sate her desire. I will treat with her and offer myself in behalf of my son.”
 All the while, I nursed my infant son. He suckled the exposed teat with what seemed like a
ravenous thirst. This could have been the last time I held my child against my breast. I felt a
sense of euphoria as James drank his fill.

Ella continued to dissuade me. “My Lady, this is foolish. Speak with the other Lords-“

“They would burn this entire manor to the ground with us inside of it if it meant they would
live for another day,” I sighed. “Many of them bore ill will against my late husband and would
be glad to see me dead and my holdings split amongst themselves.”

“But what of your child?”

“I will make arrangements for him to be taken care off until he is of age. I have a few friends I
can trust. They were loyal to my late husband.”

The faithful servant looked desperate. “But James will grow without a mother. What compels
you to risk yourself?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know Ella. At first, I thought it was a mother’s love. Now, I feel
compelled to treat with Morrigan out of some morbid curiosity. It is as if I am drawn to her
castle. I will go willingly as long as I know my son is safe.”

Ella gave a look of defeat that tore my heart apart. “I-I will make arrangements with the other
servants.”

“Thank you.”

She left me alone to nurse James. The breakfast she had prepared for me had been left
untouched. I knew Ella would make arrangements with the guards to provide me with an escort. I
was sure Robb, the captain of the guard, would personally accompany me.

With business taken care off, I turned my thoughts to my son. He slept peacefully his crib. I
held his hand and marveled at how much he had grown since I first gave birth to him. “My little
one, I must go. I will do this for you because I love you. I do not know if I will return but I will
die willingly knowing that you are safe.”

With my heart rending itself, I planted a kiss on his forehead. Thankfully, he did not wake. I
bade my son goodnight and went to sleep.

The following day, I awoke to see Ella lying beside me. The maid leaned over to plant a soft
kiss on my lips. “E-Ella!”

She smiled at my reaction. She moved closer to me and placed her hands around the back of
my neck. “I know I will have so sway over your decision. You do what any decent mother would
do in your place. I will protect your child with all of my strength.”
 “My faithful servant,” I whispered, kissing her again. I melted under her soft touch before
becoming relaxed. Her taste was spicy like that of an exotic pepper. “Oh… Ella…”

She nuzzled my neck. “I love you, my Lady…”

“As do I.”

She seemed to resist a shudder before speaking. “My Lady, I don’t want you to go to that
vampire like a head of cattle. There has to be another way.”

“I will treat with her,” I blurted, surprising both of us. “There must be something she wants
more than noble blood.”

My servant shot me a look of worry before reluctantly leaving my bedside.

Later that morning, I departed for Queen Morrigan’s castle with Robb. We choose a carriage
that did not bear the mark of my husband’s title. It would be better if we departed in anonymity.
Heavy drapes over the windows gave much needed privacy.

Thankfully, the trip was uneventful. It gave me ample time to think of a plan. Admittedly, I
was nervous about meeting a Vampire Queen. Who wouldn’t be?

For all my bravado, I was afraid to die. Surely, she would torture and maim me before
drinking her fill. My stomach churned at the thought of becoming the vampire’s plaything. I
wondered why she asked for a babe rather than a virginal maiden as usual. It was a strange game
she played.

The captain and I traveled through the day before stopping at a small inn for the night. A
heavy cloak kept my noble identity hidden as we treated with the innkeeper. It soon became a
pattern for the journey to the heart of Morrigan’s castle. On occasion, we would camp under a
starry night, not knowing what dangers lurked in the dark.

Navigating the perilous lands of the vampires, Robb was in his element. He was an expert
woodsman who took care in keeping us from danger. The man tried to dissuade me from going
farther into these dark lands but to no avail. Retreating would mean the death of my son.

Robb was a handsome man and had caught the eye of servant girls and noblewomen alike.
There was a grim determination in his eyes to protect me even if it meant giving up his life. Had
I been young maiden rather than a widowed mother, I may have entertained an affair with the
attractive captain. However, half of my heart belonged to my dead husband and the rest to my
son.

During my dreams at night, I saw the face of a beautiful, mysterious woman. There was a
deadly allure to her sapphire eyes and regal features. My heart beat like the wings of a
hummingbird when I realized that she was Morrigan. The vampire was using dark magic to
entrap me. Worse, I could not resist. She saw the morbid desire etched upon my heart as if it
were in plain sight. I was lucky the rest of the trip was quick and without supernatural event.

Soon, Morrigan’s castle came into view. Robb guided me to the innumerable steps of the
castle which was known as the Den of Thorns. I gasped as we entered the inner courtyard. There
was something dangerous yet beautiful about this ancient castle.

I had worn an elegant dress that managed to be simple enough to move freely in. It was made
of a blood red silk from a distant land. The bodice I wore revealed a portion of my cleavage.
Around my neck, I wore a pendant signifying me as a noble lady. I had woven my hair into a
graceful chignon. A modest pair of opal earrings finished my appearance. In honesty, it was
unneeded considering the morbid circumstances but I wanted to go to Morrigan with dignity.

“My lady,” Robb said in worry. He held onto my hand as if the very shadows would steal me
away. “Are you certain you want to do this? We can still turn back.”

I shook my head. “No. In fact, it would be best if you did not accompany me to the castle.
Return to the carriage. If I do not return in a day, leave for the manor and do not look back.”

“I thought as much,” he said with a sigh. His face looked grave at my decision. He knew I was
walking to my execution. “My Lady, I will do as commanded.”

I walked alone into the gardens of the Vampire Queen.

The viridian garden seemed to shimmer under the moonlight. The aroma of fresh flowers
dulled my senses. With haste, I made my way through this sweet scented maze. I finally made
my way to a clearing where I saw running fountain overrun with rose petals.

At the edge of the fountain stood a woman in a gorgeous black dress. Her lovely, pale skin
gleamed as if throwing back the moonlight that struck it. I immediately knew this was the
Vampire Queen Morrigan.

“Lady Ashe,” she said, in a low, witchlike voice. It was melodious sound that echoed in my
head. “I knew you would come.”

I stood in shock. “You knew?”

“I knew a good mother would throw herself before the wolves for her child’s sake,” she said,
in an almost teasing tone. I took deep breaths as if the vampire was draining the very air. “Yet, I
am still curious to why you come here.”

“Did you not ask for my son as a sacrifice?” I said in bewilderment. “I have come in his stead.
Take my life but spare my son and my countrymen.”

Her regal lips gave a small smile. “As I said before, I knew you would come. I was not certain
you would have arrived if I had I asked for you directly. Mortals fear being chosen.
Nevertheless, it all went according to plan.”

“Then why am I here?” I asked in horror. I looked into her eyes which veiled her dark agenda.
“Will you kill me?”

My skin grew hot under the vampire’s stare. “Come my Lady. There is much to discuss.”

I watched as she turned around with her flowing black gown. “Discuss?”

“Let us walk deeper into my garden,” she replied. As I approached her, I couldn’t help but
inhale her scent. It was a mixture of fresh roses and blood. “We have much to talk about.”

As he explored her garden, my thought drifted to the beauty of her castle. The stone building
looked immaculate as if just built yesterday. The garden had a large variety of exotic flowers
including countless roses. However, their beauty paled before Morrigan.

The moonlight highlighted her flawless ivory skin and aristocratic cheeks. There was an
unearthly grace to her movements. I tried to remain composed when she took my hand. Our
fingers became interwoven as we walked hand in hand. Her skin was cool but mine burned with
a strange sensation. It was as if I was falling under her spell. She was a powerful vampire after
all.

The centerpiece of her garden was a stunning fountain made out of a natural spring. The
surrounding rock had been carved to a mirror sheen. Red roses bloomed beside the stream of
water. The red petals reminded me of bloodstains. Suddenly, I felt no better than a lamb before
the butcher’s axe. My heart thundered as I imagined Morrigan’s teeth sinking into my flesh.

“Ashe,” her voice said, sounding like it came from far away. I shuddered as her hand
reaffirmed its grip over mine. She was so utterly beautiful. “You are my… guest.”

Before I could answer, the vampire kissed me with grace and sensuality. My breasts heaved as
pleasure erupted in every pore of my body. I felt compelled to kiss her back as an insatiable
hunger overwhelmed me. Her tongue rendered me motionless with its lashing.

Morrigan brought a hand to my hair and loosened it. Her fingers grasped the back of my neck
and drove me forward. My hair fell down my shoulders and brushed against my waist. I trembled
with laden lust and yearning as her skilled fingers freed me from my dress.

As my dress collapsed into a soft puddle, Morrigan held me by my breasts and by the back of
my neck. With inhuman strength, she guided my nude body onto the cold marble floor of her
garden. I feared she would drain me of my blood there and then. Instead, she gently suckled my
lower lip as I struggled in vain against her sensual onslaught.

She broke the kiss and spoke to me. “I came to you in your dreams, Ashe.”

As she said those words, I felt her slid her fingers between my legs. I instinctually parted my
legs and welcomed her hand. My fingers grasped her cool flesh as tears spilled from my eyes.
Her hand began to stroke me with expert precision and casual ease.

Her nails were very sharp but she was careful not to cut me. I moaned under her probing.
“Morrigan, please…”

I didn’t know whether I was pleading for her to stop or go on. Soon, I gasped as I neared the
peak of her climax. I had not felt such pleasure since the death of my husband. It would be any
second now.

“Ashe,” she teased, exiting completely out of me. “It’s not time yet.”

I shuddered in both frustration and arousal. Morrigan’s eyes glinted in the moonlight with
visage of a predator. The vampire pulled out a soft, white silk cloth from a pocket. Her lips
formed a smile and exposed her fangs. I immediately knew she would use it as a blindfold.

Her next words felt as though they were said by a Goddess. “Strip me of my clothing.”

I felt like one of my servants back at the manor. I immediately rushed to her side and began to
undo the back of her gown. Unfastening the knots, I drew her dress above her shoulders before
gently laying it on the ground. Her exposed skin made me gasp at its sheer beauty.

She looked like a marble statue given life. I knelt at her side as if were a worshipper. As if
performing some religious ceremony, she placed the blindfold over my eyes. While it robbed me
off my vision, the fabric was nearly as light as air. I sensed Morrigan push me back onto the
ground. As she tied my wrists together with another strip of cloth, I lied down obediently like a
child. I felt like an offering before a dark, powerful Goddess.

I struggled against my bondage and lack of sight. “My Queen… what will you-“

My words were cut short by a dull sensation against the side of my knee. I shivered when I
realized it was probably the flat head of her nail rather than its sharp tip. My heart thundered in
approval of this danger. It slowed its hurried pace when Morrigan leaned down to kiss me again.

Her very aroma invigorated my long dormant lust. How I missed the base pleasure of sexual
delight. My very limbs seemed to be robbed of their agency under her soft lips.

That is when she cut me.

I cried out as her razor-like nail cut me across the thigh. She was slow and more than willing
to draw out my agony. It was like being branded by a hot poker.

Soon, pain turned into ecstatic pleasure as she traced upwards to the valley between my
breasts. Morrigan was skilled enough to pierce my skin without drawing blood.

I shivered as she knelt beside me and whispered soft words into my ear. “Do you know what I
will do to you?”

She punctuated her question by tracing her nail across my breast. I cried out as a mixture of
pain and pleasure burned in my nipple. With tears escaping my eyes, I nearly reached the
precipice of my climax with that cut.

Morrigan teased and prickled the other nipple with her sharp nail. She played me like how an
expert musician played his instrument. She spread my legs apart and felt the lips of my sex with
her fingertips. I felt my blood rush through my body like quicksilver. The vampire laughed
melodiously at my arousal. She teased my nether lips with the sharp end of her nails. I shuddered
in terror as she spoke. “Are you ready, my Lady?”

In my blindness, I stuttered out a reply. “Yes, my Queen.”

With that, Morrigan began to tease and probe me. I struggled fruitlessly against my bond as
she handed the climax which has been denied to me. Soon, my tears soaked and stained the
blindfold. I whimpered senselessly as I feasted on the fruits of her labor.

I collapsed back onto the ground as Morrigan removed the blindfold. The fading moonlight
made me wince before I gathered my vision. Dawn was approaching and I doubted the Vampire
Queen would have us stay for it.

Morrigan bent down to kiss me once again. This was slower than before and all the more
intimate for it. Our tongues became entangled in an erotic dance. Her fingers pinched my nipple
with a vicelike grip as she knelt to place her lips upon my sex. I gasped when she took my hood
between her lips. Her tongue delved deeper into me than my husband’s manhood ever did.

I felt a hand grasp my buttocks and separate them. I grunted when she slide a finger into my
virginal nether orifice. Moaning and grunting, I was taken from both sides. I thrust my hips
forward and backwards with Morrigan’s stroking. She knew how to please my body better than I
ever could. I climaxed again under this erotic onslaught.

The next moment was a blur as she untied me. I was covered in sweat and fruits of my climax.
Onlookers would have thought me a common whore than a landed noblewoman.

Morrigan looked at me with concern. For a moment, I forgot she was a vampire. “My Lady
Ashe, was that to your liking?”

I brushed stray strands of hair from my face and nodded to her. “Please… let me…”

I felt so ashamed of the desire welling up in my breast. Her blood scented aroma was driving
me wild as though I were a mare in heat. My flesh yearned for her touch.

Morrigan’s face was an emotional mask. She kept her emotions and agenda guarded. Only her
beautiful eyes betrayed her cunning, calculating mind. If she had orchestrated these events in
order to have me act as her plaything, then she had succeeded.
 “Please allow you to do what?” she teased, her lisp curling into a heart ending smile. “What
do you desire, Ashe?”

“I desire you.”

Morrigan moved in to grasp my breasts. Not afraid of her fangs, I welcomed her mouth
against my neck. Blood pulsed quickly under the skin in the aftermath of my climax. I felt her
fang press against my delicate flesh without breaking skin. For a moment, we stayed like that.
Then, she unbound my hands while still keeping a grip on my wrists.

I came to realized that Morrigan had redressed while I was as naked as a newborn. Trying to
act as formal as nude woman could in the garden of a vampire, I was silent as Morrigan spoke.
“You will be an honored guest in my castle. You will want for nothing in my home. Everything
will be provided for… even your darkest desires…”

The last word trailed off into a hiss as she held me hand in hand. Her body was rather warm
for an undead creature. I quickly dressed again and followed the vampire into the castle as she
continued to speak. “You will have a room to yourself and all the proper things a woman
requires. Come now, Lady Ashe.”

The interior of her castle was nearly as beautiful as her garden. I had expected dungeon
covered blood and vermin. Instead, I was greeted with polished marble and soft, white pinewood.
However, my thoughts were centered on my hostess.

Morrigan and I walked arm and arm through her beautiful castle. I had come to her out of a
mother’s desperation. Now, my dormant lust clouded my reason. I was fully enthralled by this
vampire.

I tried to walk with the dignity of a noblewoman and ignore the pain she had inflicted upon
me. My erogenous areas ached from the marks she had left. The lingering pain left me aroused
and hungry for more punishment. In spite of her civility, I knew Morrigan had further plans for
me. While her face did not betray her motive, our encounter had made me feel like the concubine
of some nobleman.

“Your wounds will heal in time,” she said, sensing my thoughts. “You will get used to the
pain.”

She gave me a flirtatious look. I whispered my reply back to her. “My wounds do not bother
me-“

“The night is long in the lair of a Vampire Queen,” she interrupted, her tone cold and distant. I
noticed the windows allowed no sunlight to enter in. It must have been through some dark magic.
“You will need to be strong.”

I didn’t whether it was pride or false bravado that filled me. “I am strong, Morrigan.”
 The vampire stilled with her gaze. She looked deep in thought. My words must have had an
effect on her. “Follow me, Lady Ashe.”

I followed as if a general had commanded me to enter battle. It felt strange acting so obedient.
I was a noblewoman who held land and title. I ordered servants and captains to do my bidding.
After my husband’s death, I held the reins of power. Yet, this vampire controlled through her
mere glance.

Morrigan brought a hand to my face and wiped the dried tears from my face. “There will be
much to shed tears about. Save your strength.”

I was utterly devastated by her beauty. Her skin was flawless and her lips were so full and
ripe. The candlelit castle seemed dulled when compared to its immaculate mistress.

Morrigan kissed me once again. However, it felt like an embrace between lovers than one
between mistress and slave. It was like an arrow through my heart. Her tongue searched for mine
as I shivered under her cool touch. As if under some spell, my hands raced up the side of her
body to grasp her well-formed shoulders.

The friction between us created an unbearable heat. The castle disappeared from my mind and
only Morrigan remained. I forgot my manor and infant son. I forgot the reason why I was here.

The vampire guided me through the castle as though she was leading me into a dance. My
rumpled dress clashed painfully against where I had been cut. I fought through the pain in order
to hold onto my composure.

We entered another room where a downcast servant awaited us. She was a shy, light haired
human girl bearing two glasses on a silver platter. A silver collar with a red bat emblem around
her neck marked her as Morrigan’s property. I wondered how many humans resided in the castle
as servants. I had expected a den of vampires and other children of the night.

Morrigan tool the two glasses and dismissed the girl. She nervously bowed before her queen
before heading off into the distance. The sound of the soft patter of her footsteps subsided as I
turned my attention back to Morrigan and the glass cup.

She handed me one glass which was now filled with a dark liquid. I wondered how she had
found the time to fill our cups but some questions were best left unanswered. I did not know
what the strange liquid was nor did I care. My lips were parched and in need of sustenance.

Morrigan swirled the glass cup in her hand and looked amused at my reaction. “A toast, my
Lady Ashe.”

“For what?”

She replied with a boast. “To us!”

 With that, I drank deeply of the strange liquid. I had expected it to be repulsive and burn down
my throat. However, it was chilled and sweet like the nectar of a fruit. It felt like a pair of soft
hands massaging my throat.

I brought a hand to my neck where my pendant hung. Morrigan watched me and sipped her
drink. When we finished, she took my cup and placed it back on the silver platter. Then, in a tone
that was more sisterly than commanding. “Follow me, Ashe.”

True to her word, Morrigan provided me with living quarters fit for an Empress. This Vampire
Queen was nothing like the legends I had heard. We arrived at a luxurious room with bright
furnishing. Fresh flowers and fine fabrics lined the setting. The room came to life under the
bright, crackling candle lights. It had all the niceties befitting a noblewoman. I wondered if she
had planned for my arrival.

A human servant girl appeared and awaited her mistress’s orders. Her flowing hair was a dark
red that turned auburn in the candlelight. With her cam a cart with food and drink in silverware.

I eyed the slab of roasted spiced venison which was my favorite. I did not bother to think
about how the vampire knew of my favorite dish. There were also rabbits and other wild game in
a variety of exotic sauces. There was dish with the finest swan meat with an aromatic herb
coating. I had never imagined such luxury in the home of humanity’s most hated enemy.

I took to wine to dull the sense of worry in my chest. I had forgotten that I was the prison of a
Vampire Queen and thought myself as an honored guest. With her food untouched, Morrigan
made small talk with as she drank wine.

“What of your child?” she asked with a hint of curiosity. Although I doubted that she had
children of her own, I sensed a maternal connection to her. “Who will tend to him in your…
absence?”

I ruminated over the thought of my beloved son before answering. “I have placed him as a
ward to one of my late husband’s trusted friends. I hope to see him again... if it is only to see
what kind of man he will grow up to be.”

“Ashe,” Morrigan said, her voice forcing me to blush. “I knew you would offer yourself in
your son’s place. Do you know why I have brought you here?”

“I’ve asked myself that question since the day I received your summons,” I answered
truthfully. The vampire smiled at me with sharp teeth glinting. “I thought I would be a sacrifice
to sate your thirst. Now, I am not sure whether I am guest or prisoner.”

“I’ve watched you from a distance for quite some time,” she began, no menace or danger in
her tone. My heart skipped a beat at the revelation. I knew she had dominated my dreams as I
entered her lands. “Your bravery and devotion to your loved one was attractive to me.”
 I remembered how Morrigan stripped me and punished me in her garden. I had never felt such
depravity and sensuality before. There was a connection with her that I never felt before with
else before. She felt so much more charismatic and beautiful than any human I had ever met
before.

I placed a hand over my heart as if to ease its burden. “I only did what any mother would do. I
do not know what you plan for me, vampire. But I will bear any punishment for the sake of my
child.”

Morrigan’s face came to live after my declaration. She got up and began to walk towards me.
Her lips curved into a blood red gate as she spoke. “What of yourself? Do you not have the needs
and desires of a woman? In the garden, I could tell you have not taken a lover in quite some
time.”

Watching her approach me, I replied in a hushed tone. “No, I have not. Half of my heart
belongs to my late husband and his estate. The rest belongs to my son.”

I didn’t resist when Morrigan combed through my hair with long, sharp fingertips. As if
through some sort of hypnosis, I bent down onto my knees as she whispered suggestive words in
to my ear. “Then, does your heart have a place for me?”

“Morrigan…”

She spoke as her lips brushed against my neck. “You are my procession. You will do as
commanded.”

With heavy breathing, I welcomed her hand up from under my skirt. She parted my delicate
nether lips and teased my tender nub. I cried out when she slipped into me and dug her other
hand into my hair. My mouth claimed as she suckled my lips before breaking off.

Then, she bit down on my neck.

Rather than feel a sharp pain, a wave of ecstasy overcame any discomfort. I climaxed as a
blood red miasma blocked my vision. My body convulsed as her fingers penetrated me. Her
tongued lapped up the droplets of blood which spilled from my neck. In spite of it all, it felt as
innocent as a kitten lapping up a saucer of milk.

Her fingers continued to explore my sex like some explorer before an undiscovered continent.
Her other hand caressed my cheek as if to numb the pain. I quivered in the aftershocks of my
climax. When Morrigan left my body, I gasped as I had lost a limb. Her touch felt as much a part
of me as any other body part.

Morrigan’s tenderness was only matched by her cruelty. She placed my head in her hands and
kissed me again. Her lips her cool against my burning skin. Hungering for her skilled touch, I
yearned for more. “Please, I want more.”
 Desire swelled in my breast like some blighted pox. My fingers grabbed fistful of her dress
like a child begging her mother for sweets. The room seemed to turn to blackness until only
Morrigan remained.

“You will only take what I give,” she growled, grasping my hair and pulling it. I let out a cry
that came out sounding like the whimper of a small animal. “You will do as I command.”

My lips quivered her name as if requesting a stay of execution. “M-Morrigan-“

“Be silent, mortal,” she commanded, sending a wave of panic throughout my body. Only her
hypnotic tone kept me still. She gestured into the distance and the red-haired attendant appeared
again. She cared a long cord of some soft fabric. “She will prepare you.”

With that, she released my hair and sent me falling backwards. I slowly brought a hand to the
area I had been between. There was a pair of pinpricks than would have been more home to an
insect than a ravenous vampire.

The servant beckoned me to follow her. She was dutiful and vigilant as a prized hound. I
walked with her to a nearby room and wondered what she had in store for me.

I followed the servant to what would best be called a bathhouse. It was lined with white
marble and sweet smelling salts permeated the air. Hot water billowed in large tubs which sank
into the ground. I became spellbound by the soft glow of the water as it caught candlelight.

There were a dozen other servants waiting for us. All of them were women who wore the
same silver collar. I was perplexed with how many there were. I didn’t know what they had
planned for me.

The first girl had a virginal beauty about her. While she did compare to Morrigan’s ethereal
loveliness, she reminded me of my ladies in waiting before I married. Her youthful face was
rounded with soft, straight nose. Her lips would widen ever so often and stop just short of a
genuine smile. I knew without any exchange of words that her mind and body belonged to
Morrigan.

I felt jealousy surge through my vein like some malignant bile. The girl gestured to the other
attendants to cleanse me. Untying my laces, I took off my rumpled dress and let it drop to my
feet. The young attendants seemed to marvel at my more womanly body. After all, I had given
birth to a child.

I calmly slipped into the warm bath. Water and steam cleansed my punished flesh. I felt the
lingering pain disappear along with the worry that had stayed in my breast. Soon, my limbs grew
lethargic as I submitted my body to the warm water.

The attendants used their hands to apply various lotions and oils to my skin and hair. Some of
them began to massage my skin with skilled palms. I moaned as some them touched me where
my fading pain still remained. The pain mingled with pleasure as they nursed my wounds.
 The servants seemed to find my maturity to be attractive. Their eyes looked upon my body as
if they were unused to the breasts and hips of a mother. Their gazes were as hot as the bubbling
bathwater.

Eventually, they helped me out of the bath and back onto the marble floor. A few of the
servants draped a soft, fibrous cloth over me as the others dried my hair. I felt their fingers
continue to massage me over the layer of cloth. Their young age belied their experience. The girl
who guided me looked me with piercing green eyes before speaking with a gentle voice. “So
beautiful.”

It sounded more like a prayer in adulation than a statement. “What is your name?”

“Rose.”

I wonder how she had ended up in the den of a Vampire Queen. The other girls finished
drying m skin and hair. Rose left to attend some other task as the servants began to dress me.

I found myself wearing red robe made of soft silk. It was so light that I felt as though I was
still nude. The loose knot made it easy to take off at a moment’s notice. They girls had combed
my hair so it flowed like fine silk down my back. It seemed strange to have it brush against my
back.

However I felt about my appearance, the servants thought I was ready to see their mistress.
Rose reappeared and guided me back into the heart of the castle. Two other girls accompanied us
as we journeyed to Morrigan’s inner sanctum.

The vampire waited for us beside a glowing fire place. I had heard legends of how vampires
feared fire. Either the legends were not true or Morrigan wielded immense power. She stood
beside a large bed that could hold several people.

“Come,” she said. It felt more of a request than an order. For a moment, I did nothing with
quivering hands slack at my side. “Come to me now, Ashe.”

My legs seemed to move of their own accord towards the vampire. I heard the two other girls
leave while Rose remained behind. She looked nervously at me while awaiting orders from her
mistress.

Morrigan looked upon us as if we were mere ants before a Goddess. The expression in her
eyes promised pain and torment. Her perfume permeated the air like incense from an exotic land.
I suppressed a groan as the sweet smell overwhelmed my senses.

Sensing my sensed my thoughts, the vampire traced her fingers against my face. She was
careful not to cut me with her nails. “You wear your emotions on your sleeve.”

She was amused as though she had caught a child misbehaving. The blood in my veins turns
sluggish as if congealing into some sludge. Morrigan signaled to Rose who disappeared into the
distance before returning with a large goblet on a platter. Then, she gestured for me to take the
cup. “Drink, Ashe. Drink your fill and thirst for more.”

I looked down into the goblet to see what it contained.

It was blood.

The dark red liquid called out to me.

As if entranced, I brought the drink to my lips and sipped. It was sweet with a meaty flavor
rather than the coppery taste I had come to expect. It was like eating a rack of lamb and drinking
down a tankard of mellow wine. Placing a hand on Rose’s shoulder, Morrigan watched as I
drank in deep. The young girl seemed turn flush under her mistress’s touch.

Suddenly, Morrigan dug her nails into the poor girl’s flesh. Rose cried out in pain as she
dropped the platter. She collapsed onto the floor and whimpered in pain. Morrigan scowled at
her servant. “Rose, that wasn’t very well-mannered of you.”

In tears, Rose struggled to her knees like a newborn learning to walk. I was caught between
pity and apathy for the girl. Morrigan continued to chide the servant. “The Lady Ashe comes to
us as an honored guest and this is how you act in front of her?”

The girl was truly a sight. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, she made desire well up in my like
a hot geyser. The expression in her eyes begged for mercy knowing well that she would not
receive it. I saw Morrigan open a door and reveal the full extent of her castle.

The room’s walls were lined with sharp blades and other torture devices. The soft cushioned
chairs did little to dampen the sense of danger. In particular, there was a whipping post the shape
of tilted cross. It was set before a mirror so the victim could anticipate her blows.

The mere sight of it caused an erotic surge to my loins. Whatever I had drunk, it was starting
set my body ablaze with erotic yearning. The blades on display now felt more beautiful than
dangerous. Morrigan looked like chess master who had set her plan into motion. “Do I need to
tell you what to do?”

While I struggled to comprehend her instructions, Rose took off her clothing and raced to the
whipping post. I felt compelled to take off my robe and follow the young girl to the whipping
post. A strange idea came into my mind. “May I chain her, my Queen?”

Morrigan didn’t hide her amusement at my question. “Of course you may.”

With her back to me, I began to tighten the straps around Rose’s limbs. She moaned as I
married her soft flesh to hard wood. Rose bit down on her lip as if reluctant to reveal her terror.
Nude and eagle spread before us, I saw the girl struggle against her bounds.
 Morrigan walked behind me and placed something against my back. I felt the cold comfort of
a leather whip with a steel handle. I gripped the handle as though it were the phallus of a well-
endowed man.

That drink had filled me with a predatory desire. I wanted to hurt that little girl and watch her
bleed. I wanted to lap up that blood like a child taking to her mother’s milk. Morrigan’s
command echoed in my head as I approached Rose.

At first, I was gentle with the whip as if unsure of how to play the aggressor. The girl
whimpered more from her body rasping against the rough wood post than the force of my blows.
Morrigan was not pleased with my timidity. “Do it again… harder this time.”

Giving into my depravity, I gripped the handle swung square at the girl’s back. I found my
mark and Rose cried like a trapped animal. The hard leather tore into her soft, feminine skin. Her
cries fueled the fire of my anger. I wanted to hurt the girl.

Again and again, I attacked her body as if she were a common criminal. Whether of joy or
sorrow, hot tears blurred my vision as I swung wildly at her. Morrigan watched as though she
viewed something as innocuous as a dance. I performed this punishment for here as tribute.
Soon, the Rose thrashed against the post in agony. As her body rasped against the wooden post,
her back became a checkerboard of bloody welts.

Eventually, Morrigan commanded me to stop. I looked upon the pain and damage I had
wrought. I had thought myself a good person who would never hurt another. I treasured mercy
and happiness over all else. Yet, I took such delight in delivering such devastation. It felt like
betrayal of everything that was human. The blood on her back called out to me.

Suddenly, the Vampire Queen took the whip from me and folded it. Soon, the blood of Rose
mingled with my sweat on the handle of the whip. Then, Morrigan pushed me onto the bed and
spread my legs. Before I could even comprehend what had happened, she thrust the handle deep
into the sex. I gasped as the thick leather handle penetrated me deeper than any man. The
vampire used her thumb to tease my nub and send waves of erotic delight throughout my body.
She began to pump the handle in and out of me as though a man took me. Soon, the moisture of
my sex mingled with Rose’s blood.

I drooled senselessly onto the bed sheets as Morrigan claimed me again and again. I forgot
about my home and the child I was willing to die for. The Vampire Queen and her beauty
dominated all of my thoughts. All I cared was about pleasure and blood.

I saw Rose’s reflection in the mirror. She watched half in horror and half in arousal as her
mistress thrust into me at varying angles. I could not hold my climax at bay any longer. I cried
out as my body grew limp. Morrigan follow withdrew the stained handle from my sex. I
convulsed senselessly on the bed in the pleasurable aftermath of my climax. I saw Morrigan trace
a finger across the stained handle of the whip and gingerly taste the mingling fluids. “So sweet…
would you like a taste?”
 It was an offer to Rose rather than to me. The girl nodded and her tongue darted out for the
sticky secretions. Morrigan smiled as the girl licked the phallic handle. Blood and my secretions
dripped down her chin. Undoing Rose’s straps, the vampire took it was an opportunity to bring in
the girl for a passionate kiss. Jealously flared in my heart at the sight of the kiss.

Suddenly, Morrigan pushed Rose onto the bed beside me with what seemed like inhuman
strength. The girl’s bloody welts stained the fine bedding. As quick as lightning, the vampire bit
down on the girl’s neck. Rose cried out in agony as the vampire drank in deep of her life force.
Rather than horrify me, I was filled with a ravenous hunger. Her bleeding neck called out to me
like a siren to a sailor.

Morrigan stopped drinking and beckoned me to join her. “Come, share in this feast.”

It was all that needed to be said. Whatever guilt or humanity I felt was now gone. I punctured
Rose’s neck with my fangs as the girl thrashed about like a trapped animal. Her blood was as
succulent as finest meat and the mellowest wine. I drank and drank until her body grew cold and
void of motion. I stopped when I sensed no more blood could be withdrawn from the well that
was her body.

She was dead.

She was a lifeless corpse.

She was a good meal.

I was now a creature of the night. I thirst for the blood of mortals. More than anything, I
hungered for the love of my mistress.

Morrigan was surprised when I took in for a kiss. It was wet and passionate. Rose’s blood fell
down our chins.

I brought my lips down the vampire’s chin and onto the cleft of her breasts. I took them out of
her dress and began to suckle her hard nipples. Morrigan moaned as I took turns taking her
breasts into my mouth.

Then, I made my way down her stomach and under her dress. I found a tuft of hair above her
wet sex. The aroma emanating from between her legs was intoxicating. I breathed in deep of her
womanly aroma.

Taking her dress off, Morrigan sat back and spread her legs wide for me. Evidence of her
arousal seeped down her sex. It even came down to her nether orifice. I brought a hand to her
wet anus and penetrated it with a finger. The Vampire Queen groaned loudly at the pleasurable
intrusion.

Soon, I began licking her from the lips of her sex down to her wet rosebud. I gave ample
attention to her nub which throbbed and grew harder with each subsequent touch. Morrigan cried
in approval of my lovemaking.

I continued to suckle her as my finger probed her shapely backside. The Vampire Queen
bucked her hips and cried out at my erotically charged actions. Her long finger nails dug and tore
into the now bloodstained bedding. Her back arched as her climax claimed her.

After a brief moment of rest, Morrigan welcomed me into her arms. With this embrace, I
completed my transformation into a vampire. The Vampire Queen confirmed my entry into her
household. “Now, you belong to me, my love.”

I looked at her with utter devotion. “What do you ask of me, my Queen?”

The Vampire Queen smiled at my resolve. “Anything I desire.”

 By Javier Fabra

We were an army without a nation. We owed no allegiance to a king. Yet, we were tied
together by one cause. We had all suffered under the plight of the vampire. These undead
monsters had taken our homes and our families. They had herded our love ones like cattle
awaiting slaughter. Worse, they left survivors in their destructive wake.

I was one such survivor.

We could have given up and died in order join our love ones. We could have accepted defeat.
Instead, we joined up together and swore vengeance against our hated enemy.

Although our numbers were few, we hunters tracked down vampires and other undead
creatures who served them. To fight these monsters was to prevent another from feeling the loss
we had suffered. We faced unimaginable horrors in our quest to rid the world of the undead.

We were the vampire hunters.

We paid a heavy price in this fight against the vampire menace. When awake, we searched
tirelessly for these abominable creatures. In each shadow lurked the possibility of danger. We
knew that every day could be our last. During sleep, memories of these encounters dominated
our dreams. We dreamt of blood-soaked fangs and victims screaming in horror.

I do not know when we will ever achieve victory. Or if victory is even a possibility. Yet, I
know that I must fight on.

I am no longer a helpless child. I have become a woman with the power to fight back against
the vampire menace. I do not hope for immediate victory over our immeasurable foe. However, I
hunted on to bring peace one day.

If not, then to sate my lust for vengeance.

Tonight, I could sense the presence of a vampire even if I had been struck blind, deaf, and
dumb. I arrived with a fellow vampire hunter at our destination. This village had once been a
thriving mining community that had attracted many people in search of silver and prosperity.
Now, it was a village devoid of any living inhabitants. Those that had lingered were struck down
and drained of their blood.

My partner and mentor, Josephine, surveyed the victims. A trained vampire hunter of many
years, even she was taken aback by the horror before us. The village was not defenseless like the
other places I had hunted in. A militia had kept watch at night. Yet, the town guard were killed
and drained of their blood like any other hapless victim.

The vampires who did this were not predators who stalked their prey. They did not hide in
plain sight before trespassing into the homes of their intended targets. No, this was the work of
feral creatures who did not hid their intent.

“They’ve grown bold, Josephine,” I said, trying to hide my horror. I wanted to look brave in
front of her. “They attacked this place head on without fear of reproach.”

“No doubt it was targeted for its silver mines,” she sighed. The loss of this mining operation
would be a significant setback. We already suffered from a shortage of silver. “Stay alert, Juliet.
We do not know if they lay in ambush.”

Josephine wore the white robes of a senior vampire hunter. The gold trimming at the edge of
her robe signified her advanced rank. Our armor was simple; plate mail and boiled leather were
useless before the cunning vampire. They used foul magic to slip past these flimsy, mortal
defenses. A resilient mind was more powerful than a full plate of armor against our foe.

Our weapons were more complicated. To her side, Josephine carried a razor sharp dagger
made of silver. Silver burned all but the most powerful vampires. On her belt, she had various
potions and herbs to heal afflictions or to coat her blades with poison.

I dressed similarly to my mentor. However, my plain white robes signified my lack of

experience. I had not yet become a master vampire hunter.

I preferred to carry two long swords. I had trained in the art of wielding two swords at the
same time. However, only one was forged of steel rather than silver due to a shortage of the rare
metal. I also kept a set of silver-tipped throwing knives in case of emergencies. This place would
give me ample opportunity to prove myself before Josephine.

My mentor, however, was more taken in by the ruin before us. The homes and storefronts of
the village were silent. We had arrived too late to do anything but gawk in horror at the boldness
of our enemy.

For now, we would look for survivors who escaped the gaze of the vampire. We were not only
hunters in search of the enemy. Our ranks welcomed refugees from these attacks. We brought
them food and warmth after they had lost their homes. If willing, we would educate and train
them in our ways. They would become vampire hunters and join us in our crusade. It was the
decision I made so long ago.

There was a sensation of dread permeating through at the atmosphere. Josephine stopped
surveying the village and spoke to me. “I should have not brought you here with me.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“You are young and this place is full of terrors, Juliet,” she answered. “Had our sister-in-arms,
Alexia succeeded, there would not have been need for you to be here. As it is, stay to my side
and do not wander off.”

I tried to brush off her assessment but her words stung. Worse, the memory of my friend and
lover, Alexia, haunted me. I wanted to prove myself. “These vampires… they appear to have
emerged from the mines. No doubt they would be able to travel in those dark tunnels during the
day. Those miners must have dug too deep and hit an underground lair.”

My mentor’s face was an emotionless mask. “Keep quiet and follow me, Juliet.”

I did as commanded and we walked to the entrance of the mineshaft. As we approached, the
sense of dread grew thicker and thicker as if it were a miasma coming from the mines. The
familiar stench of death didn’t help matters.

When opened the doors to the mineshaft, a swarm of bats flew out and disappeared into the
night sky. I feared they were vampires hiding in the form of a common bat. I looked to my
mentor for an answer. “Were they-?”

Josephine interrupted me. “No, they were far too small… and a swarm of that size would
make short work of us were it not for the coming dawn.”

As we entered the mine, we were greeted to the sight of decaying bodies. Drained of their
blood, these people were now a feast for carrion. I gritted my teeth as if to hold back the bile that
churned in my stomach. I did not want to look weak before my master.

Within the narrow corridors of the mine, we saw the slain miners strewed across the dank
shaft. Many of them had shriveled into a husk once robbed of their blood. Men with strong backs
were now decomposing into dust. The sight of it alone was revolting.

Even Josephine broke into emotion at the display of gore. Most vampires drained their victims
and left before the sun arose. They used to hide and skulk in the shadows before an opportunity
presented itself. Now, the enemy had grown strong enough to toy with their food. These
monsters tortured their prey and left in their wake a carpet of crushed bone, dismemberment, and
decapitations.

My mentor broke the eerie silence. “The Queen of the Night herself was said to have led a
campaign against our fellow hunters. She attacked their fortress and reduced it to rumble. There
were a handful of survivors. Last night, there was another attack on a camp. A full company of
vampire hunters were slain by her hand… if they were lucky.”

“Camilla?” I gasped, my heart thundering. The Queen of Vampires would make short work of
us. “She is here?”

Josephine nodded. “She has made strategic attacks against us from the East. Worse, she has
killed some of our most experienced warriors. The loss of this mining village will not help the
shortage of silver in our supply lines.”
 “What happen to the hunters who fought her?” I probed, fearful of her answer. “Were some of
them… turned?”

She nodded and confirmed by suspicions. “They fell before the vampire’s corruption. We
have lost those brothers and sisters. They are now the enemy.”

It was the greatest fear of even the bravest vampire hunter. We all ran the risk of becoming
that which he hated. It was too easy to give into our desire of vengeance and inadvertently
embrace the seductive power of the vampire. I would rather be dead than to become the very
monster I hunted.

I decided to change the dismal subject. “We reached our destination and found that the mining
operation has been destroyed. Should we search for survivors in the village?”

“We’ll perform a search,” Josephine replied with a sigh. “The vampires were thorough. I
doubt we’ll find survivors.”

We left the mineshaft and scanned the village once again. We only found corpses. I shut my
eyes when I saw a children drained of their blood.

By now, Josephine had seen too much horror to be phased by the gruesome display. “We’ll
continue to look for any survivors… if we find any.”

“What about Camilla?”

“The others must know of her plans,” my mentor said. “This was not a random attack. This
was a calculated raid on a strategic position. The vampire queen is planning something.
Tomorrow, I will ride to our camp and discuss the enemy’s tactics with the other hunters. You
will stay here.”

I saw it as an opportunity. “Then I will uncover the vampire queen’s movements-“

“No,” Josephine said firmly. “I would not allow you to do so even if you were a fully realized
vampire hunter… and you are not, Juliet.”

My eyes widened in surprise at her assessment. “What do you mean?”

She ignored my outburst and continued to scold me. “You heard me. I said you are not ready
for such tasks. You are young and confident in your abilities. You do not understand how
powerful and seductive our foe is. Our enemy feeds on our pride and insecurities. You would be
like a naked babe before the vampire queen.”

“I’m not a child, Josephine,” I said in defense. “I’ve slain many vampires-“

“They were nothing compared to an elder vampire,” she warned. “The vampire queen and her
lieutenants would turn you and your pride against us. Remember what happened on the mission
you were sent on two months ago? The one that led to Alexia’s death?”

“I remember,” I growled, my heart racing at the sound of my dead lover’s name. I could never
forget that tragedy. I gripped the scabbard of my silver sword. “That was an ambush that no one
could prepare for.”

“No, your pride and your hate override your judgment when you went looking for a fight,” she
said, shaking her head. “Juliet, I’ve trained you and Alexia since your were children. I was young
like you when I saved you from the massacre that claimed your family. I thought I was invincible
until I started to lose my loved ones. I already lost Alexia to this war. I do not want to lose you as
well… or have you become one of them.”

“I will not turn.”

“Remember how Camilla had fallen to the darkness?”

The fall of Camilla was a parable each and every vampire hunter knew by heart. “I know the
story.”

“Then hear it again,” she commanded, sighing at my stubbornness. “Once, she was our
greatest champion. She led us to victory after victory. For the first time in years, we spoke of
victory over the vampire as if it were inevitable. Remember how the greatest of our ranks
became our greatest failure? After cutting off the head of our enemy, she became corrupted by
their power and took the place of the previous vampire queen. Our champion became our
greatest enemy.”

I repeated my mantra. “I will not turn.”

“Then you would do best to avoid temptation,” my mentor replied. “You are young and naïve
to the magnitude of our conflict. Our enemy can use our passion against us. A calm and
tempered mind is required to vanquish our enemy. You will have your chance to prove yourself.
For now, I will return to base and ask for a more experienced vampire hunter to track Camilla’s
movements.”

As she turned, I tried one last desperate attempt to prove myself. “Then I’ll give us an early
start by scouting the area.”

Josephine didn’t even bother looking at me. “Juliet, the only scouting you will do is look for
survivors. We need fresh recruits to fill our ranks. I will return in three days. These are your
orders.”

With that, my mentor left for base. I wanted to scream at her but I held my tongue. I could not
understand how see could think me weak and unready. I’ve been through so much and fought so
hard.
 I looked to the east where Camilla was said to reside and roam. It infuriated me to have our
greatest enemy attack us without retaliation. Day by day, more children experienced the same
tragedy that left me orphaned.

I looked to the east and saw hills continuing off until the horizon. Josephine had gone to the
west to gather to regroup with the other hunters. If Camilla was on the move, where would she
go?

Would she march west against our strongholds? Or would see move north towards more silver
mines? Or would she strike south where many farming towns thrived and provided food for our
hunters?

I knew she would attack the farming towns to feed her ranks and starve ours. They would
provide ample food if not new bodies for her growing army. Then, she would head west and test
our walls.

A farming town was not too far away. I had to head east to the hills and then go south along
the pass. The first leg of the journey would be dangerous as I would near the territory of the
vampires.

I took care in traversing those hills. I moved during the day and hide in dark caves at night.
There, I would sit before a campfire and collected my thoughts.

One night, I thought of past events.

Josephine was right in her critique. I had been rash and in look for a fight. I could not fight my
nature any more than I could force the sun to rise forever. I had trained my body in pursuit of
avenging my family. Yet, I lacked the emotional discipline required to fight the enemy.

I thought of the night I lost Alexia. It had been a mission that had gone horribly wrong. We
had traveled south in pursuit of a minor vampire who stalked farming villages. Instead, we found
an army of horrors waiting for us.

It felt like it had been a lifetime ago.

I had wanted to prove myself. Josephine had forced me to bring along Alexia. I had much
preferred to fight alone but I welcomed her company nevertheless.

Alexia was as silly as I was sullen. We would not have worked together if I hadn’t known that
her cheeriness hide the pain she felt from the loss of her family. Soon, our bond grew into
something deeper.

I remembered as we made way to our destination. It was a rare moment of peace in our lives
as we made camp under the stars. We hunters never took spouses unless we left the order. Yet,
we still took lovers if only to remind ourselves of our humanity.
 During that night, Alexia had spoken of the vampire’s condition. She had wondered if some
humanity remained in them. She wondered if they still felt love.

“Hush, Alexia,” I warned, tending to the fire. Our meal for the night cooked above it. “You
speak of heresy. They are our enemy… and nothing more.”

“Do they not still walk and hunger?” she pondered. “Surely they require emotional
nourishment as well as blood.”

“You speak nonsense, Alexia,” I sighed, stirring the cooking pot. “Will you ask these
questions the next time we fight vampires? Ask them how they love? Why don’t you ask them to
have tea with you while you’re at it?”

The hunter giggled. “It would certainly be a nice change of pace.”

“I’m afraid to lose you, Alexia,” I said, sounding like Josephine of all people. “This is a hard
life and you are soft. Each day could be our last if we are not careful. We rely on each other.”

She held my free hand in both her hands. “I prefer the feel of a soft person to a hard life.”

I smiled at her. “As do I.”

"The food looks done,” Alexia said, sniffing my cooking in approval. I didn’t know why she
was enthusiastic for my cooking. The gruel I made could hardly pass as nourishment. “Let’s
eat!”

As we ate, our conversation made up for the quality of the food. I finished early as Alexia was
a slow eater. I began cleaning the plate in a nearby stream. As I began to clean my plate, I felt
her place down her plate next to me before locking her hands around my abdomen. We stayed
like this for a moment. Then, she whispered into my ear. “I have something to show you.”

Puzzled, I followed her to her bedroll near the campfire. Alexia took something from her
travel pack. It was a sword which she unsheathed from its scabbard. I gasped when I saw its
blade. “That’s a silver sword.”

“The order forged it for me,” Alexia answered. “It was a family heirloom. Not the sword but
an antique silver vase and other silverware that had resided in my family for generation. They
gave it to me when I came of age. I asked them to forge it into a blade.”

I marveled at the blade. I only had a pair of steel swords that found difficulty cutting through
the dark magic of the vampire. “It is beautiful as it is deadly.”

She took note of the expression on my face. “Would like to have it?”

I blushed at her question. “I would not dare.”

 “Knowing your superior skill, would it not be thrilling to wield it?” she teased. “You would
have one blade of steel and another made of silver. I know you wield two swords at once. You
would be unstoppable against any foe, undead or not.”

I shook my head. “This is your inheritance. It belongs to you.”

Suddenly, she placed the sword in her travel pack. Then, she brought me in for a passionate
embrace. “Thank you, Juliet.”

I didn’t know is Alexia thanked me for my words or something else. I placed my arms around
her neck. “It is nothing.”

Again, we stayed liked this for a moment. I felt long dormant emotions rise to the top. I never
wanted to let go of this sweet girl. Soon, we moved onto her bedroll as the campfire kept us
warm.

Alexia fought fruitlessly against tears as she spoke to me. “Juliet, please do not leave me.”

I replied with tears of my own. “I will never leave you.”

Those were the soft words I said to ease her tears. I had fought for so long that I had forgotten
how to love. I had forgotten what it was to be happy and how to make others happy. I placed a
hand on her dainty wrist and felt it heat up and pulse under my touch. It was like being near a
furnace and feeling its intense heat and blast.

Alexia brought her head to mine and whispered to me with trembling lips. “Juliet, I-I didn’t
mean to-“

I silenced her doubts as pleasure brimmed in my body. “No, this makes me feel…”

I didn’t know what exactly I was feeling. All I knew was that Alexia’s soft tongue began
suckling the tip of my ear. I groaned as arousal grew in between my legs.

My groans only encouraged her to go further. His lips trailed down past my ear. She kissed all
the way to the soft underbelly of my neck. Alexia planted a wet, fiery kiss on the base my neck. I
would have felt so exposed if she were a vampire.

As if through instinct, our hands became interwoven. I spoke incoherently as we kissed and
suckled each other. “Oh… Alexia… I… this… is so…”

Enjoying my moaning, my lover continued to kiss my exposed neck. “You skin is beautiful,
Juliet…”

Soon, she stopped kissing me and brought her face to mine. She was such a pretty woman
with bright, youthful eyes. Alexia moved forward until her nose touched mine. Then, she moved
from right to left until our noses brushed against each other. It was such as silly, if arousing,
gesture.

I said the words that had lain dormant in my heart. “Alexia, I love you.”

She stopped wiggling her nose so our noses touched tip to tip. “I love you too, Juliet.”

Then, we kissed. Her lips were soft as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues fought
against each other as if were dueling each other in mock battle. When we broke apart, a string of
saliva connected us before breaking into two. Before I could comprehend what had happened,
Alexia kissed me again.

Our tongues fought again as if we sparring on the training mats back home. It brought our
bodies closer together. I felt her smaller, more girlish body press against mine. My breasts met
with her warm chest. I could sense she was winning the fight.

Without giving her a moment of respite, I pushed our bodies onto the bedroll without breaking
the kiss. I drove m tongue deep within her mouth. I suckled on her soft lips as my weight pinned
her down. What she had in enthusiasm, I made up for in endurance. Eventually, we pulled away
to gather our breath.

As Alexia slowly recovered, I pounced upon her again. I kissed and suckled her neck as if I
were some undead creature hungering for flesh. Soon, her neck turned red where I had sucked
her skin. My lover moaned under my sensual assault.

I trailed my lips up to her ear before suckling the lobe. She gasped in approval before guiding
me onto her collarbone. I gently nibbled the soft skin above the hard bone. She leaned back as
my teeth danced on her skin.

I took this opportunity to strip her of her robes. She had such a lovely body with a girlish
build. I kissed her skin as more and more flesh became exposed. Her voice grew ragged as she
cried out in pleasure. I used my hand to tease her exposed breasts. As my lips kissed her cheek,
my hand pinched down on her nipple.

“Oh, Juliet, this is amazing…” she groaned. I used my other hand to help squeeze her nipples.
They grew erect under my touch. “Oh… my… ah!”

Alexia continued to cry out my name as I pleasured her body. With her torso fully exposed, I
took one of her breasts into my mouth. It seemed to swell in mouth as I suckled her nipple. My
lover placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed me against her body. Her cries rose in
tempo and volume. Thankfully, this time of day and location would make it difficult for any
vampires to ambush us.

As I sucked her breasts, her hands began to undress me. I felt her slowly expose my flesh. I
broke away to help her remove my clothing. Alexia marveled at my body before planting her
face between my breasts. The fellow hunter had always been jealous of my more womanly body.
My cheeks flushed with pride as she stared at me with desire burning in her eyes.
 Alexia took a breast and began stroking it with her hand. My lover teased my other breasts by
gently nibbling on it with her mouth. It was a reversal of what I had done for her.

Her touch alone drove me wild. In spite of the campfire, gooseflesh covered me from head to
toe. I drooled senselessly as Alexia loved my body. My body burned in desire wherever she
marked me with her lips. My nipples grew painfully stiff under her touch. She must have seen
this because she pressed my breasts together. Then, she took both nipples into her mouth and
flicked her tongue across them. I groaned as my beating heart raced in erotic delirium.

Alexia brought one hand between my legs. My undergarments had grown wet with evidence
of my arousal. My lover brought her hand to the wet spot and began rubbing it. She was slow as
if drawing out my erotic torment. My hips began to move in rhythm to her stroking.

Soon, her fingers slipped under the cloth which fanned the flames of desire in my body. I
gasped as if the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Alexia pulled my undergarments down my
legs and placed it on the side.

My lover thrust a finger past the lips of my sex. My body tensed up as I cried out in ecstasy. I
felt the valley between my legs clamp down on the intruding finger. Catching my breath, I felt
my body began to loosen and allow her finger to move deeper inside of me. I regained
composure but lost it when she entered me with another finger in my tight pleasure canal.

I decided to return the favor. I slipped my hand under her undergarments and entered her as
well. She groaned as my finger found comfort in her wet sex. Soon, we began a comfortable
rhythm as we thrust into each other. As she entered me with multiple fingers, I touched the stiff
nub above her sex. I pinched it with two fingers and caused her to howl like a wild beast. I was
shocked at the sheer look of erotic fulfillment on her face.

We didn’t stop to rest. Alexia continued thrust into me with her entire hand. Only her thumb
remained which she used to press up against my nub. Both of us continued to thrust in and out of
the other woman.

I decided to take things a little farther. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her nub. I
lavished it with my wet tongue. I felt her hand stop and tense up inside of me. We continued to
pleasure each other as I suckled her pleasure nub. She bucked up her hips in hunger for more.

Eventually, we reached the crest of our mutual orgasm. I felt my climax erupt as I suckled her
nub. Likewise, she released her bounty into my mouth. With the salty discharge dripping down, I
brought Alexia in for a deep kiss. I let her taste the fruits of her climax. It was a warm, sweet
feeling to be in love.

I remembered the last words she said before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. “I love you,
Juliet.”

It was not meant to last.

 I shut my eyes and recalled the rest of that story. After that night, we became lovers. A night
that did not pass in which he did not make love. We experimented with each other’s body before
falling asleep in the same bedroll.

Soon, we made our way to our destination. I felt the tension in the air thicken as we
approached our destination. The village had come under attack from vampires.

Alexia was brave as she had been foolish. Knowing there would children under attack, she had
charged headfirst into danger. A strange force drew us forward.

I could feel a powerful elder vampire invading our minds. We thought of horrible, gruesome
things. The love I felt for Alexia seemed to nearly vanish until I barely held any emotion for her.
Yet, I still held onto the embers of our passion.

My lover drove forward in spite of my attempts to stop her. She had crossed over into rage. In
her emotional instability, Alexia became easy prey for the vampires.

And just like that… she was dead.

I sensed the vampires toying with us as if to draw out our agony. I cradled Alexia’s dead body
as the vampires converged around us. I heard their laughter echo as though we were puppets
acting out for their amusement. I prayed that I would have the luxury of a clean death like
Alexia. I feared they would sense my strength and turn me into one of them.

Suddenly, there was a great explosion. A full company of vampire hunters had arrived. I saw
Josephine leading the charge. She engaged in one on one battle with an elder vampire. One of the
other hunters helped me to my feet. Alexia fell out of my arms onto the ground.

Soon, the battle was over and the vampires were routed. This had been a trial for Alexia and I.
We were to scout out the village and wait for the others.

We had failed.

Alexia was dead.

I was alone.

My thoughts snapped back to the present. That incident had been my greatest failure. I had
allowed the vampires to creep into my thoughts and weaken my defenses. I would need to be
strong in order to avenge Alexia’s death. I would not repeat the mistakes of the past.

Sleep overpowering my weary body, I made camp in a secluded location upon the hills.
Tomorrow, I would go south and see where Camilla’s forces were heading. Before I slumbered,
my last thought were of Alexia. I called the words I had said to her. “I will never leave you…”
 When I awoke, I could sense I was not alone. It was night and the campfire had died down.
Yet, the moonlight illuminated a woman dressed in black. She sat across from me with a smile
on her lips.

I could not put a name to her face but I knew she was easily the most beautiful woman I had
ever seen. Her pale skin seemed to glow with an unearthly clarity. Her lips were ripe and red.
However, it was her brilliant green eyes that drew me to her.

Gripping the handle of my swords, I asked the stranger. “Who are you?”

“A wanderer,” she said in a singsong tone. Her manner of speech revealed her sheet white
teeth. I felt a shiver down my spine. “Just like you.”

She was a vampire.

I immediately charged toward her with two swords drawn. The woman instantly became
upright from her sitting position and drew something out from her black dress. My heart racing, I
brought two swords to her throat. Only the sword the woman had quickly unsheathed and
pointed at my breast kept me at bay.

The woman smiled at my shock. She had moved inhumanly fast. More importantly, one of the
blades I held against her glowed and hissed as I pressed it against her skin. It was Alexia’s silver
sword which was meant for attacking the undead. “You’re a vampire…”

“And what of it?” she said, unmoved by the fact that I had two swords to her neck. The silver
blade hissed but did not burn her. She must have been a powerful vampire. The woman was
clearly an elder vampire who far outclassed me. Nevertheless, she looked uninterested in a fight.
“That’s quite an impressive display of swordsmanship. Are you the one known as Juliet among
the vampire hunters?”

The woman laughed and walked back with her sword still raised. I did not lower my guard or
my swords for that matter. “I am. The question is who are you, vampire?”

The vampire woman looked as strong as she was beautiful. There was an aura of power and
sensuality radiating off her. I couldn’t help but sense a kindred spirit in her. She seemed bold and
all the more reckless for it. After all, she had stalked me as I slept instead of attacking me like
her undead brethren.

The woman continued to smile at me. However, it took a dangerous edge once she spoke.
“You may call me Camilla.”

Could she be the Queen of the Vampires? I had heard of the legends of the fallen hunter but
never met her in person. “Liar!”

She lowered her blade completely as if to provoke me into a foolhardy attack. “I think your
silver sword’s inability to pierce my skin is proof enough. I have to admit, it did tickle.”
 I lowered my blades as well but not by much. I did not know what game she played. “What
are you doing here… vampire?”

Camilla licked her lips. “Even a queen gets bored and lonely from ruling. I saw your campfire.
I thought you would be looking for company… as well as companionship.”

I had not taken a lover since the death of Alexia. I had not lain with someone else to ease the
sorrow in my heart. Instead, I had let revenge guide my path. “Are you on the hunt? Surely, a
vampire queen such as yourself could have others bring you meals.”

She looked completive for a moment before sheathing her sword. Her black dress looked
practically spotless as it clung tightly against her womanly curves. “Yes, I am on the hunt… but
not for blood. I have other hungers to satisfy. You look as though you hunger as well, friend.”

“You are no friend of mine, vampire,” I spat back. “You betrayed us. You became one of
them.”

Camilla looked towards the moon before turning to face me. She was so eerily beautiful. “I
have forsaken many things… but not my heart. Perhaps, we can give each other company for the
night? We will have plenty of nights to be bitter enemies in the future.”

I glared at her. “After all you and your vampire hordes have taken from me? I will never be
allies with the likes of you.”

“Believe whatever you will, Juliet of the vampire hunters.”

I jolted awake when she said my name. I could tell the vampire had been watching me for
some time. “You appear to know much about me. Why would a novice vampire hunter interest
you?”

Camilla smiled at the look of surprise on my face. “Your skill is of as much interest to me as
your recklessness. You disobey orders and head east into the heart of my territory.”

“I did it to uncover your movements,” I replied. “It seems you’ve saved me the trouble of
finding you.”

The vampire’s expression softened for a moment. “I was once like you when I was a mortal. I
longed to prove myself but chaffed under the rigid structure imposed upon me by my mentor. To
be reborn as a creature of the night was to break the shackles placed upon me.”

“I am nothing like you,” I spat back, not entirely believing my own words. My eyes drank in
the sight of her beautiful body. Her hair was as dark as the night sky. My attraction to her only
made me realize how much I missed the touch of another woman. “It seems you have brought
the fight to me. Will we have more idle chatter before you find death by my blades?”
 Camilla laughed at my bold taunt. “Even without the gifts the night has bestowed upon me, I
am more than capable with a blade. After all, I had been trained by the same masters who taught
you to wield a blade. However, I do not come here looking for a fight.”

I could help but be enthralled by Camilla’s charisma. I knew it was partly due to her vampiric
powers but I didn’t care. I longed to be held in her arms. “Then, what do you seek tonight?”

The vampire closed in until I could feel her breath hot upon my lips. “Love…”

Before I knew it, Camilla gave me a passionate kiss. My eyes widened in surprise while her
eyes held amusement at my reaction. My hand clawed against her body but struggled to penetrate
her dark dress. I heard Camilla murmur in enjoyment at my ineffectual attack as she continued to
kiss me with hot lips. She broke it off before taunting me. “You taste sweet, love. But how do
you really taste?”

With that she bit into my lower lip. I grunted in pain which came off more as a moan. I felt her
tongue enter my mouth as we both tasted the coppery taste of my blood. I cried out in anger.
“Monster!”

I felt completely at the vampire’s mercy. Camilla ground her body against mine as she kissed
me and stroked my breasts. As if my body acted in discord with my mind, I kissed back with an
insatiable appetite for passion.

She was truly skilled in this erotic art. Alexia and I had been virginal girls cautiously
exploring each other’s bodies. Instinct guided us in place of experience.

Camilla was no stranger to making love to a woman. She knew how to play a woman’s body
as though it were an instrument. The vampire guided me onto my back as if she whispered orders
into my mind. Nevertheless, the weight of her body atop mine was more than enough to pin me
to the ground. I was unused to lose so much control to another. The vampire stared at me with
bright eyes as she spoke seductive words. “You have much to learn, Juliet. Allow me to teach
you.”

I felt her leg press up against my pelvis. I was delirious with sexual desire. The woman had
utterly dominated me. I would have been dead had she not taken carnal interest in me. I reached
out for her hair and untangled it so that is fell down like a curtain of silk. It made fine draping for
her brilliant green eyes. “You’ll find me to an ill-disciplined student, Camilla.”

The vampire didn’t answer.

Instead, she ground her body against mine. Her hair fell on my nose and tickled me. I was
reminded of Alexia teasing me with her nose. Yet, the vampire was nothing like her. “You are
beautiful, child.”

“And you are as beautiful as your terrible,” I said, my tone of both venom and honey. My
mouth moved up to kiss her swanlike neck. “How long will we play this game before you kill me
and rob me of my blood?”

The vampire shushed me as if disciplining a child. “Let us not speak of blood or death. This is
a time for love.”

“Why not?” I asked. Camilla placed her cheek against my clothed breasts. I let out a moan
before speaking. “Our lives are full of blood and death.”

The vampire looked solemn for a brief moment. “Because we make little time for love.”

I reached up to cup her large, firm breasts. “Then love me.”

The vampire wrapped her hand around my throat and gave it a squeeze. I gasped as Camilla
looked on with lust burning in her eyes. I felt powerless in her grasp. The vampire reached down
between my legs and cupped my groin. I felt my sex moisten and heat up under her agonizing
touch. More than anything else, I felt as though I was her procession.

My cheeks burned as Camila took off my clothing with deft hands. I sensed her hand approach
my nether lips and bask in their damp warmth. Then, she inserted a finger past the gates of my
sex. I moaned and bucked my hips which prompted her to go deeper. She brought her mouth to
my ear and whispered. “A vampire queen desires more than blood… she desire pleasure…”

It seemed as though the very air I breathed stopped cold in my chest. I could not fight back
against her even if I wanted to. I wanted to see this to the end.

Camilla began pumping into me with her hand to the beat of my heart. I closed my eyes and
murmured unintelligible words. My fingers dug into the fabric of my bedroll as she stroked and
thrust into my sex. I had lost that killer instinct that had defined me as a vampire hunter. Yet, I
tried to hold on and resist asking for mercy as pleasure wracked my body and air left my lungs.
My muscles tensed as she probed me with her hand and gripped my throat with the other.

Suddenly, she released me and brought me in for a kiss. Her lips never tasted sweeter and I
welcomed her with equal enthusiasm. Her hand still inside of me, my sex converged around her
fingers like a noose around a neck. Finally, Camilla pulled back and laughed over how easily she
had mastered my body.

I wore the bruises of this encounter. My neck was red from her iron tight grip. The places
where she had kissed me had grown flush. My secretions dripped from both my sex and
Camilla’s fingers. The vampire brought her fingers to her lips and tasted the nectar of my sex.

She looked so stunning like beautiful, dark angel who had fallen down to Earth. “I would like
to return the favor, Camilla.”

It was the first time the vampire looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

She watched me closely as I retried a small throwing knife. They were made of steel but the
tips were made of silver. I brought it closer and closer to the vampire. “I will please you with my
lips… so long as I hold this blade.”

Camilla seemed mesmerized by my proposal. “Do it, please me with your lips.”

I pressed the blade against the side of her abdomen. The silver tip of the blade hissed when it
made contact. I plunged the knife in and droplets of black blood spilled from her body. Camilla
smeared the blood with a finger before offering it to me. I suckled the finger and tasted the
saccharine substance.

It was the sweetest thing I ever tasted.

The game I played was dangerous and stupid. However, I could not resist the vampire’s
temptation. I undressed her body before guiding her onto her back. I gasped when her nude
figure came into view. Her skin was flawless as it glowed in the moonlight.

With her laying down like some docile lamb, I brought my knife against Camilla’s leg. Her
skin was tough due to her vampiric nature. This time, I used the steel edge to rasp the blade
against her skin. I didn’t want to cut her so much as I wanted to tease her.

Camilla seemed mesmerized by my erotically charged actions. She was so distracted that she
didn’t notice when I planted a kiss on her ripe nether lips. She nearly jumped up when my lips
branded her sex with a kiss.

My mouth was so close to her pleasure canal. I was not as skilled at her but I did more than
made up for it in cunning. I kissed and licked her with deliberate slowness as if to draw out her
agony. I penetrated with the same precision I would with a sword against an opponent. Camilla
groaned and lifted her lips up in approval. “Oh… Juliet… ah!”

Without giving her a chance to notice, I moved out of her sex and planted a soft kiss on her
thigh in order to mark it. Then, I bit down on the inside of her leg with all of my might. The
vampire howled like a beast. I imagined pain and pleasure mingling in her body like two fighters
locked in battle. As her body convulsed, I licked her leg before planting my mouth firmly upon
her throbbing nub.

Camilla cried out as I teased her with my tongue. Her hand grabbed tufts of my hair and
pulled hard. I retaliated again by biting hard on her other leg. I felt her grip loosen on my hair as
I returned my tongue to her sex.

Soon, the aroma of sex permeated the air. Sex and blood overwhelmed my senses as I made
love to my sworn enemy. We used both hands and mouths to tease and torment the other. We
fought and resisted before giving into the other. It felt so wonderful to be held in the arms of
another woman.

For what seemed like hours, we made love to each other. Our bodies contorted as we
pleasured each other in novel ways. Whenever one of us got tired, the other would reenergize the
other. Then, we would begin again.

Eventually, we reached out limit. Our bodies stiffened and shuddered under the weight of our
mutual orgasm. Our senses became overwhelmed by the dizzying array of raw emotions that
struck our bodies. We fell on top of each other as sweat and other secretions covered our bodies.

We stayed together in the afterglow of the fading moon.

As dawn approached, Camilla dressed in her black gown. Likewise, I put on the uniform of a
vampire hunter. I took a hold of my two sheathed swords and placed them to my sides.

Camilla gave a soft laugh. It was sincere rather than malicious. “So this is where we part
ways. I have no doubt our paths will cross again, Juliet.”

“The next time we meet will be different,” I replied. “We will be enemies... and I will offer
you no mercy in battle.”

The vampire approached me for a kiss. It was tender yet bittersweet since I knew we could not
be lovers. As we broke the kiss, I saw a flash of sadness in Camilla’s eyes. “Good, I want to feel
the full brunt of your passion. Goodbye, vampire hunter.”

With that, the vampire walked off into the distance. The trees and shadows hid her departure.
As the dawn sun arose and vanquished the night, the queen of the vampires was gone.

Until the next hunt.

 By Javier Fabra

A hand awoke me from my deep slumber. When I did not readily stir, the hand gently jostled
me until sleep left my body. My eyes adjusted to the moonlit room with difficulty.

I turned to see the Priestess Alice standing over me. She was a fully realized vampire with
beauty that paid no heed to her age. As a mortal, I envied her beauty and immortality.

With exposed fangs glimmering, she looked so radiant in the moonlight. “It is time,
Gabrielle.”

“For the ritual?” I gasped. I could not believe I had been chosen to watch. It would be an
honor, especially for a priestess in training such as myself, to attend the blood ritual. Only the
most devout were allowed bear witness to the ritual. “I am to attend the blood ritual? It is an
honor-”

“No, not attend,” Alice corrected, a look of bemusement on her attractive face. I envied the
older woman’s full breasts and wide hips. I had just begun to take my first steps into
womanhood. “You have been chosen to perform the ritual with the High Priestess. Together, you
will summon our dark vampire Goddess.”

“I-I am to summon our Goddess Eve… as a blood maiden?” I said, the name of our Goddess
spoken with disbelief. I had been raised all my life to think of Eve as both Goddess and mother.
She had been banished long ago to the underworld by her enemies, the vampire hunters. Only a
powerful ritual could summon her into our world for a short period of time. Now, I would have
an opportunity to pay her the ultimate tribute. “I do not understand, Priestess Alice.”

“High Priestess Selena has requested you perform the blood ritual with her,” Alice answered
as I stared back in disbelief. The blood ritual was a sex rite to summon the vampire Goddess Eve
from her dark world into our mortal realm. It involved the High Priestess and a young priestess
copulating as onlookers watched. Soon, the crowds would descend into a decadent orgy and pay
tribute to our Goddess along with the two revelers. I did not know the exact details of the ritual
due to my youth. Even then, I knew it was an honor to be chosen and paired with the High
Priestess. “You will be prepared for ritual. Then, you will pay tribute to our Dark Goddess as a
blood maiden with the High Priestess.”

The High Priestess Selena was our guide to the teachings of the eternal vampire Queen Eve. I
had only seen her on rare occasions. In these fleeting glimpses I saw of her, she was easily the
most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her hair was like spun gold that exuded starlight. Her
skin lacked the slightest imperfection like a statue made lovingly by our dark Goddess herself.
Her sharp, intelligent blue eyes sent my heart aflutter whenever I caught a glimpse of her
gorgeous face.

During my years of learning the ways of Eve, the High Priestess Selena did not age and
instead grew even lovelier to my eyes. The dark Goddess had blessed Selena with the gift of
vampirism as did with the other devout priestesses. In fact, she was the oldest vampire and one
of Eve’s first disciples. Only the most devout received Eve’s blessing during the rare moments
she entered the mortal realm. I wished that I would one day receive the same gift from Eve. “I
am to perform the ritual with the High Priestess?”

Priestess Alice brought me to my feet. “Yes, you and the High Priestess will lead us in this
summoning rite.”

I saw a hint of jealousy in her eyes. I did not know whether it was for the honor of paying
tribute to Eve or the prospect of making love to Selena. “What must I do?”

“You will be asked to do many things,” she replied with a teasing smile. I sensed my heart
skip a beat at the implication “For now, we must prepare your body. The night is young but we
must move quickly.”

“Why me?” I inquired. Alice led me out of my communal sleeping room. We were quiet as
not to wake the other novice priestesses. “There are many more experienced than I, Priestess
Alice. I have but turned eighteen winters. I am but a little girl among grown women.”

“A virgin is required… as well as a learned woman,” she replied with a soft laugh. I blushed at
her acknowledgement of my inexperience. “It is your union with the High Priestess that allows
us to summon our Vampire Goddess into the mortal realm.”

“I fear I will make a mistake and displease the High Priestess… and our Goddess.”

“The High Priestess will guide you,” Alice answered. She led me to a door that was normally
restricted from lowly priestesses such as myself. Only a fully realized vampire priestess could
enter it. “Now, you will bathe and be cleansed of your… mortal imperfections, Gabrielle”

Alice led me past the door and into a lavishing furnished room featuring private bath. I would
have liked to have stayed and taken in the scenery but Alice prompted me to undress. Soon, I
discarded my clothing and entered a hot bath. Priestess Alice prepared lotions and hot oils while
a pair of novice priestess entered to attend me.

Undressing as well, they were young, mortal, and unlearned like myself. However, they had
the bodies of grown women who had left girlhood behind. Their breasts were full and their
nether lips were plump with thick patches of hair above them. Their wandering eyes made my
skin flush with embarrassment.

Worse, the ritual would display my bare flesh to everyone attending the rite. I couldn’t help
but feel self-conscious of my body. To add insult to injury, I would be placed next to Selena
herself. The woman looked like Eve taken mortal form. Her beauty and grace was without peer.

The hands of these attendants massaged the worry and sleep from my body. They applied oils
and lotions from the tips of my toes to the curve of my ears. One of them cupped my breasts with
soft, sensual hands. Another roamed the area between my legs with curious fingers. I sighed
when a hand touched the delicate lips of my sex. “Oh…”

“It is such an honor to perform with the High Priestess,” one of the girls mused. She seemed
to be caught between jealousy and admiration. I could not blame her as the blood maiden was a
coveted position. A blood maiden who performed well was said to be given the gift of vampirism
by Eve herself. “I wish I could attend the ritual and see her in her full beauty.”

“A thousand girls live here in worship of Eve,” the other girl added, massaging the curve of
my buttocks. A finger touched the tight ring of my nether orifice. She brushed her soft breasts
against my back as her finger explored the shore of my anus. I grunted when she began entering
deeper waters. “I would give my life for just one night with the High Priestess.”

Alice brought an end to the chatter and the girl’s probing. I sighed when the girl left my tight
anal ring. “That is enough, girls. Leave us and return to sleep.”

The attendants quietly nodded and dressed before leaving me alone with Priestess Alice. She
helped me dry and don a silken robe that could be discarded at a moment’s notice. The Priestess
placed a hand on my cheek as if examining me like a piece of choice meat at a butcher’s shop.
“Yes, you look lovely. The High Priestess will be most pleased.”

Alice’s touch was maternal with an erotic energy to it. For years, I had looked at her as both a
guide and a mother. Now, I saw her as an object to be desired. I fumbled in my understanding of
the erotic arts. I wanted a skilled woman to guide me into womanhood and the pleasure that
came with it.

Soon, the Priestess led me to the courtyard where the ritual would be performed. She also told
me what was expected of a blood maiden. Selena and I were to pay tribute to Eve through a sex
ritual. Our coupling would bless a cup bearing a special liquid. Afterwards, the cup would be
served to everyone attending the ritual. Finally, the orgy would begin as our Goddess graced us
with her presence. It sounded simple enough for a ritual that would summon Eve herself.

“You merely have to drink from the Cup of the Dark Goddess,” Alice explained. “It is through
this act we summon Eve into our world.”

I could not help but be curious about Alice’s role in this. “Priestess Alice, will you be there at
the ritual?”

“Yes, all fully realized priestesses who bear the gift of vampirism must attend and pay
patronage to our Goddess.”

“Will you… participate in the orgy?” I asked, blushing at the line of questioning. “Will you
take a lover as the High Priestess will claim me?”

Alice smiled at me. “We must all pay our respects to the vampire Goddess.”

“What is the ‘Cup of the Dark Goddess’ exactly?” I inquired. My youth and mortality had left
me ignorant of much of the teachings and rituals of Eve. “I have never heard of it until now.”

“It is a closely guarded secret… and the key to this ritual,” she explained, looking a bit
uncomfortable with the question. I had never seen Priestess Alice so unnerved before. “It is a cup
forged by our Goddess Eve when she first graced our world with her presence. During the ritual,
it will hold a powerful drink. Your coupling with High Priestess Selena will bless the cup and its
contents. As for the drink itself… it will determine whether or not the drinker is worthy of the
gift of vampirism… in addition to other effects.”

“It may lead to the gift?” I gasped, reeling at the revelation. All my life, I wanted to become a
vampire and completely embrace my Goddess. Now, I had to seize the opportunity. “What of the
other effects?”

“The drink itself contains several substances… including the blood of a vampire High
Priestess,” Alice continued. I gleamed that the cup contained the blood of Selena herself. “Your
encounter with the High Priestess will bless the cup.”

“What happens next?”

“The cup will be shared among those attending the ritual,” she answered. “We will all drink
from the cup and begin the orgy.”

My question was still not answered. “So what are the other effects?”

I saw Alice look away as she answered. “It causes us to peer into the realm of Eve herself. The
sight of it alone will cause you to lose all of your inhibitions… and give into your most base
desires…”

Now, I understood why she was so secretive about the drink’s effect.

Soon, we arrived at the courtyard where the ritual would be performed. It would be under the
night sky just as our Dark Goddess would have wanted it. Some of the other senior priestesses
further instructed me on what to do.

As they spoke, I saw glimpses of High Priestess Selena. She looked so eerily beautiful in
moonlight. The vampire wore a silk robe that bore the markings of a High Priestess. However, it
could just as easily be taken off as mine. Even though I desired her gaze, the woman paid me
little attention in spite of my role as the blood maiden.

My heart thundered at the prospect of making love to the woman. She was beautiful, a
vampire, and everything else I wanted to be. I would have preferred to have this encounter in
private behind closed doors. I feared I would fumble the act through my ignorance in
lovemaking.

My robes were as thin as a single page in a book. They left little to the imagination. Likewise,
I could make out Selena’s curvature as well. The cool night would have been chilling had it not
been for the warm bodies surrounding me.

The vampiric priestesses dabbed my skin with some more oils and sweet smelling fragrances.
I had to do everything in my power to not moan from their soft, roaming hands. My nipples
turned hard and protruded through the fabric of my robes.

Alice brought me a small, blood red cloak and placed it over my shoulders. It brought much
needed warmth but I guessed it was a part of the ritual. The clasp of the cloak was a bat emblem.
It was the mark of our Goddess.

Soon, all of these priestesses would see me in the nude. In fact, they would see me make love
to the High Priestess. Only their looks of admiration calmed me. They knew how much of an
honor it was to be chosen as a blood maiden. I wanted to please the elder priestesses and pay
tribute to Eve. I desired to have the same gift they received from our Dark Goddess.

Yet, I feared for the worst. “Alice, I am concerned over my lack of experience.”

“Your lack of experience is why you were chosen,” Alice said, comforting me with a soft kiss
on my cheek. It felt more sensual than maternal. “You have been assigned a significant role in
this ritual. However, that does not mean you cannot enjoy it. I see you stealing glances at
Selena.”

“I only give proper respect to the High Priestess!” I cried, blushing at the implication. A blind
priestess could easily see the desire etched on my heart. “I do this out of duty and love to our
Dark Goddess.”

“I’m sure you are satisfied with proving your duty and love with High Priestess Selena
herself, Gabrielle,” she said, leaning down near me. She brought her lips to mine and we kissed.
It was as warm and passionate as the stone walls of our communal home was cold and lifeless. “I
will be more than watching when the ritual begins.”

I sighed as her lips left me. It was but a taste of what was to come. I would enter womanhood
with Selena serving as my guide. “I will return to your arms after the ritual… and after I have
become a woman.”
 With that, it was time to begin the ritual and summon Eve. The full moon had risen with nary
a cloud blocking its majesty. Alice and I left to enter the courtyard to sound of chanting. A full
procession of priestesses followed us to the courtyard. They wore loose clothing that could be
easily discarded during the orgy.

I saw High Priestess Selena stand opposite of me before a ceremonial bonfire. Fire was the
enemy of the vampire. However, this ritual would conquer the flames and summon our Dark
Goddess.

With embroidered blood red robes, Selena looked stunningly beautiful. I could make out the
swell of her breasts and hips from the thin clothing. I saw a sea of probing eyes watching us.

The oil that had been applied to our skin seemed to glow under the light of the moon. Selena
looked radiant as the lit bonfire before us. I saw several trays placed near the bonfire. They
contained various forms of tribute, including shanks of meat and bowls of blood from wild game.
There was also blood from people who would dare oppose Eve, such as the vampire hunters.
These offers were an important part of the ritual. They would be thrown into the flames of the
bonfire as sacrifice to our vampire Goddess.

The focal point of the ceremony was a clearing inside a serious of blood red stones. It was
believed that Eve had first entered this world through here and brought the gift of vampirism to
mankind. Another priestess, gifted with vampirism like Selena, would oversee the ceremony. She
would hold the cup of the Dark Goddess as Selena and I coupled before the crowd.

I walked up to Selena and positioned myself beside her. The High Priestess looked confident
and aloof about the affair. So many people watched us but the vampire seemed unconcerned with
their presence.

I thought of Alice and how she had guided me when I choose to walk the dark path of Eve. I
looked to see if she was watching. However, she looked to have disappeared into the crowd. A
sea of priestesses had congregated around us and the ceremonial bonfire.

Now, it was time to begin the ritual and awaken our Dark Goddess.

Selena turned to face me as she took of her robes. I gasped when I saw her flawless body
come into view. The light of the bonfire highlighted the fullness of her firm breasts and wide
hips. She was utterly beautiful from the toned muscles of her belly to the ripe lips of her sex. I
felt power and sensuality radiate off the vampire like heat from a flame. She was an unearthly
creature and all the more alluring for it.

The vampire moved up to disrobe me. Unclasping my cloak, she dropped my clothing into the
ground. In an instant, the cool air of the night stung my skin. My nipples grew erect as the High
Priestess eyed me with interest. Noticing the nervousness on my face, she spoke to me with a
singsong voice. “No need to be afraid, child. Tonight, we will visit the heavens and meet our
Dark Goddess.”
 “You are so beautiful, High Priestess,” I said breathlessly. Her words seemed to drain the
worry from my body. “Love me… make me a woman.”

As the crowds watched, I was reluctant to touch her as though I would be debasing a priceless
statue. I had brought myself to rapture through the use of hands. I had experimented with the
other girls as he toed the shallow waters of lovemaking. However, I had never truly made love to
a woman. The secrets of true erotic delight had evaded me… until now.

Selena placed a hand on my shoulder and gently pulled me toward her. Her touch was cool
like the taste of fresh spring water after a rainfall. The vampire ran her hand up and down the
valley of my breasts. I sighed when her cool fingertips glided down to my stomach, up to my
neck, and across my protruding nipples. It was there where she paused to rub her soft, feminine
palms over my breasts in a circular motion.

Her touch was delicate as if she was moving the petals of a flower in bloom. She wasn’t just
titillating me with her motions. Selena was draining me of any doubts and worries I had about
this encounter. “Yes, be at peace, child. Let go of your inhibitions and embrace our Dark
Goddess… and embrace me!”

I felt like I was clay under her skilled hands. I knew Selena was an experienced lover and
many of the other priestess had vied for the position as her bedmate. She had performed many
sex rituals in the name of Eve. My body relaxed except for the strange tension that resided in
between my legs. I wanted her hands to go lower and tend to the uneasiness down there.

Selena knew just what to do.

Before I knew it, our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. I felt the toned muscles
hidden under her soft skin. She looked so pale and regal like a marble statue from antiquity. We
yearned for each other. I wanted her skilled touch. She wanted my virginal flesh.

My hands found her breasts and very large nipples. They seemed to swell and grow larger
under my inexperienced touch. I ran my fingertips down the underbelly of her soft breasts.

“So beautiful,” I whispered, in awe of the vampiric beauty. Every part of her looked to be
crafted to the whim of the Goddess herself. I had seen girls in the nude before. However, they
had boyish builds and narrow hips. Now, a grown woman stood before me bearing the gifts that
came with maturity. “Such perfection…”

The High Priestess guided me to the earthy ground which strangely felt softer than any bed I
ever slept in. I saw Selena position her body in between my legs. To my surprise, she kissed my
nether lips with such unbridled passion that I fell limp against the ground. I groaned in approval
of her kissing. “Oh… yes…”

Selena gripped my thighs in order to steady herself as her head gyrated in between my legs. I
felt the quick, knife-like thrusts of her tongue within my sex. Each plunge of her tongue sent a
tremor of erotic pleasure throughout my body. She was much more skilled than the girls I had
experimented with. It was the difference between playing at a war and fighting a real one.

I didn’t know what else to do but to give in. I felt like I was Eve herself being worshipped by
a devout follower. Selena’s agile tongue brought me to the cusp of rapture. I had entertained the
thought of pleasing the High Priestess in return for her experienced performance. However, I
thought it would be best if I allowed Selena to be in control of our encounter.

Suddenly, Selena released me from her mouth. In its place, I felt her hand enter my sex. She
slowly pulled apart the lips of my sex as if opening the gates to paradise itself. I felt her
fingertips run through the sparse patch of hair above my slit. The downy hair was a reminder of
my youth and innocence. The elder High Priestess had a thick crown of blond hair around her
plump nether lips.

I spread my legs and invited Selena’s hand into my wet, palpitating orifice. The High Priestess
penetrated me with a pair of fingers. I groaned as she thrust in and out of me at a steady rhythm.
I felt the muscles in my body tighten as each pumping motion delivered more and more pleasure
into my body.

I gasped when Selena entered me with the entirety of her fist. I had never done that to myself
during the quiet nights I brought pleasure to myself with my hands. I feared it would be too
much for me to bear. For that matter, the gates of my hymen stood intact up to this night.

I held my breath as the depths of my sex become accustomed to Selena’s fist. Thankfully, the
High Priestess was gentle and skilled enough that the pain gave way to bliss. I became lost in this
erotic dance we performed for the priestesses and our Goddess. Selena had this uncanny ability
to read my thoughts. No doubt the vampire had learned much throughout the years. Her hand
stood at the doorstep of my maidenhead.

I had been a virgin… until this night.

Selena pierced my gates as though her hand was a battering ram. I cried out at in pain at the
sudden intrusion. However, pain gave way to pleasure as I flowered into a woman. The High
Priestess pumped into me until her hand grew wet and sticky with my blood and other secretions.
I saw her lick her lips at the sight of my bloody and battered sex.

Exiting out of me, the High Priestess held the hand up high so all could see the evidence of
my lost innocence. A priestess bearing the cup of the Dark Goddess approached us. She held the
cup out to Selena who allowed droplets of blood to spill into the contents of the cup. I could tell
this was an important step in the ritual. Once satisfied, the priestess turned and left us to continue
our sexual encounter.

Finally, Selena brought the bloodied hand to her lips and tasted the remnants of my virginity.
She licked her hand clean until the blood only remained on her lips. I saw her fangs glint in the
moonlight like a predator out on the hunt. At that moment, I was madly in love with this woman.
I had surrendered my body, blood and soul to this vampire.
 I couldn’t stand it any longer. I reached out and brought her in for a deep kiss. I could feel the
heat from her slit against my skin as though it were an open flame. My fingers held onto her
hard, well-muscled back before going down to cup the swell of her soft buttocks.

Selena leaned down to kiss my breasts. I moaned as she flicked her tongue across the pair of
hardened nipples. I beckoned her forward with my hands. She buried herself deeper against my
chest as her silky blond hair fell upon me like a cool waterfall. I gasped when I felt the flat edge
of her fangs press against my skin.

Overwhelmed by her sensual suckling, I rolled off to the side to gather my strength. I hoped
that I had not offended the priestesses or disrupted the ritual with my virginal fortitude. I thought
of Alice and how she envied my role as the High Priestess’s lover. I wondered if she looked in
with jealousy as Selena made love to me. However, any thoughts about the priestesses watching
me disappeared in the place of Selena’s beautiful body. “It is time… it is time for you to make
love to me, Selena.”

I knew that this was a ritual to summon Eve into our world. Nevertheless, that did not mean I
could not take pleasure in the act. Rather than cause me embarrassment, the onlookers only
fueled my lust.

Selena smiled as she noticed the change in my demeanor. She must have found my virginal
eagerness to be a source of both amusement and arousal. I could not help but think of Alice and
the other priestesses. Surely, all of them wished to take my place in Selena’s arms. I took pride in
being the blood maiden who had offered her virginity to our Dark Goddess. I spoke to Selena
with vanity in my voice. “Let them look upon us as we pay tribute to Eve.”

Heeding my words, Selena gestured me to get on top of her. I climbed on top of her and faced
her. However, she took a hold of me and changed my positioned. Now, her head was near my slit
and I faced her flush nether lips. It was brilliant position that would allow us to easily please the
other with our mouths.

The High Priestess had done most of the work up to this point. Now, I wanted to thank her for
bringing me to rapture. With this sexual energy flowing through my body, I decided I didn’t
want to play the part of the passive, innocent priestess in training. I had done my duty as a blood
maiden and given my virginity as tribute. Now, I wanted to be the aggressor and please the
gorgeous woman before me.

Holding on to her toned calves, I steadied my head above her sex. Likewise, I felt Selena’s
nose brush against my wet sex. She teased me by licking the edge of slit. Stifling a moan, I
leaned in to kiss her opening. Her taste was tangy like bittersweet honey. It was not at all an
unpleasant taste.

Selena’s tongue darted in and out my slit. All the while, she teased the pleasure nub above my
sex with her lower lip. My moist opening welcomed her agile appendage as it lapped up my
secretions.
 I took a moment to get used to Selena drinking in the nectar of my sex. Then, I began to
gingerly suckle the flesh surrounding her opening. Her pubic hair rasped up against my tender
lips. However, it was the alluring aroma of her nether lips which drew me in. I entered past the
folds of her flesh and drank in deeply of her honey.

It was an unimaginable delight to be serviced by a woman while performing the same deed for
her. My body acted on its own volition as if feeding off the sexually charged atmosphere of the
ritual. My naivety and innocence gave way to lust and instinct. Pleasuring each other, Selena and
I worked as though we were one.

My thoughts turned to Alice. I wondered what the Priestess thought of me as I copulated with
Selena. Alice had always known me as the shy, innocent girl. I felt as though I was performing
this act in her honor. I wanted to prove to her that I was no longer a child.

Giving into my virginal eagerness, a sense of bravado overcame me. I began to exaggerate my
movements as I licked Selena’s sex. My brushed my hands up and down her thighs. The High
Priestess groaned in approval which passed as a vibration against my throbbing nub. Her tongue
drank the blood tinged nectar that flowed out of me. I felt the muscles in our bodies tense up as
we continued our erotic dance. I felt her breasts press up against my belly as our bodies drew
closer and closer.

The thought of the other priestesses watching us only served to amplify our passion. In the
past, I had explored my sexuality with other girls in private. Even when I pleased my body with
my hands, I made sure I would not make a sound in bed and wake the others. Now, every
priestess watched as I made love to the High Priestess. Soon, they would descend into an orgy
and join us in paying tribute to Eve.

Rather than frustrate me, their eyes only fanned the flames of my desire. Selena took notice
and placed my body to the side. She guided my body onto the ground until I was on all fours like
some woodland animal. I saw a sea of faces look at me and begin chanting some
incomprehensible series of words.

Selena repositioned herself behind me and spread my legs. She steadied me by placing one
hand on my hip. Then, the High Priestess slicked her fingers with her tongue and brought it into
my warm, dripping sex.

Welcoming her hand with a moan, I decided to do the same for her. I snaked my arm between
my legs and found her opening. She felt like soft satin that had been left out during rainfall. The
canal of her sex was larger than mine and I could easily fit my entire fist inside its warm walls.

I howled like an animal in heat when Selena began pumping into me with her fingers. I
responded by stroking her slit. The two of us became looked into this pattern. Whenever one of
us increased the speed of her strokes, the other would match her pace.

The High Priestess was much more brazen with me now that I had lost my virginity. My hair
shook with each thrust and obscured my vision. The vampire was lost in the act using me as
some tool for her carnal pleasure. Nevertheless, I enjoyed being treated like a woman rather than
some girl to be mollycoddled. From the sound of her groaning, I could tell my hand pleased her
as well.

We were both reaching the threshold of no return. It would take Eve herself to stop me right
now. I had gone beyond paying tribute to the Goddess. Now, I indulged in the very act of making
love to Selena.

The High Priestess thrust faster and harder with each subsequent stroke. Her hand was
pounding so hard against me that I heard me palm slap against my buttocks. My hand felt the
walls of her sex expand and contract. Her end was at hand.

The feeling was mutual.

A powerful climax rippled through both of us. I felt her sex grow wet with the bittersweet
nectar of her body. Soon, the liquid drenched my hand and allowed it easy passage out of her. At
the same time, a violent sense of rapture rocked me to the core.

Both of us completely spent, I rolled onto my back as Selena fell on top of me. Her hand was
still inside of me as it graced me with a few more stokes. The vampire reached her limit and
slowly exited out of me.

As she slumped against me, I welcomed her body into my arms. Our breasts pressed up
against each other as we rested and gathered our strength. At least, I needed a rest. The vampire
High Priestess looked as though she could go on and on. Finally, the crowd yelled in celebration
of the successful ritual.

Now, the orgy had truly begun.

After a moment of rest, we got up and walked up to the priestess holding the cup of the Dark
Goddess. With my secretions dripping down my thighs, I followed Selena as she initiated the
second part of the ritual.

Next to the priestess was a large wooden cask filled with some dark red liquid. I guessed that
it contained the blood of a vampire. The priestess then filled the cup with the mysterious liquid. I
remembered that some of my virginal blood resided in the cup.

Many priestess in the crowd had taken the time to undress. Soon, a sea of nude bodies chanted
and encircled us around the ceremonial bonfire. A hush of anticipation fell as the priestess held
the cup toward us. I wondered how it would taste since it contained blood. I recalled Alice telling
me how it lower my inhibitions and give into my most base desire. I could not imagine how I
could become even more lust crazed than I already was.

Stepping forward, Selena approached the priestess and knelt before the woman. Then, the
priestess placed the cup to my lover’s lips. I watched as the vampire heartily drank the
mysterious drink until it was empty.
 Then, the woman refilled the cup for brought it. I mirrored Selena’s actions and drank in
deeply of its contents. “For the Dark Goddess…”

What followed that night was an utter blur.

By the time the orgy began, I already felt the strange effects of the drink. I had thought it
would be bitter like the coppery taste of blood. Yet, it tasted like the sweet nectar of a chilled
fruit. It flowed through my body like a second stream of blood.

I lost sight of Selena as some of the other priestesses pulled me towards the bonfire. The
flames looked red as the cloak I had discarded. We had conquered the fire and claimed it for our
Dark Queen. There was a hypnotic quality to it that I could not resist.

Soon, the women spun me around the fire until I started to become dizzy. Their naked flesh
felt so soft and inviting. The sound of their chanting echoed within my head. It was
interchangeable with my heartbeat. It sent my blood flowing through my veins alongside the
mysterious drink.

With the moon lighting my path, I made my way through the crowd. They had descended into
sheer decadence. Alice must have paired up with another priestess but I could not find her in my
inebriated state. I saw countless priestess copulating with each other in the name of Eve. Their
nude bodies gyrated as they ground against one and other. I was half a mind to join in on their
revelry.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I felt desire build up between my legs once again as
an unfamiliar body pressed itself against my skin. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes and
brushed my lips past the woman’s warm flesh. She tasted of blood and the sweet nectar that
flowed between a woman’s legs.

I had thought it had been Selena. However, before me stood a tall, dark-haired woman.
Looking beautiful and determined, the woman looked to be Dark Goddess in our scriptures given
flesh.

Her pale skin was as white and flawless as silken bed sheets. Her breasts were ripe and full
like that of a pregnant mother but still held the firmness of a younger woman. Her dark red lips
matched well with her sharp teeth. Likewise, her nether lips were rosy against the dark, wiry
crown of her pubic hair. However, it was her bright green eyes that sent my heart fluttering with
desire. They looked like a pair of stars trapped within emeralds.

I could not believe this was our vampire Goddess in mortal form. “Eve?”

The mysterious woman did not answer but I knew in my heart it was true. For that matter, I
didn’t exactly care who this dark-haired vampire was. Her body called out to me like a siren to
sailors. I could not resist.
 I no longer had any sense of time or place. All I could do was give into the raw emotions that
governed my body. That drink seemed to amplify every emotion and sensation I felt. Even my
own skin felt like another layer of clothing. I sensed small, feminine hands rub my body with
some strange lotion. Its scent was that of wine, blood, and sex. I turned around to see a pair of
woman dousing me in me in the substance.

Eve cupped my face with her hands. I let out a moan that became lost in the cries of passion
ringing throughout the orgy. The combination of the drink and the aftershocks of my climax
made the faces of the revelers blur enough that they were indistinguishable. Countless hands
roamed my body as Eve kissed me. Her taste was intoxicating like spiced wine tinged with
blood. Her breasts were as soft as satin pillows. My dark haired Goddess slid her hands around
my waist.

The fact that our Goddess had kissed me filled me both terror and arousal. These two
conflicting emotions fought inside of me before spilling onto the surface. “Ah! Selena! Alice!”

A pair of strong, familiar hands placed themselves on my back. I felt a warm body press into
my side. Selena’s voice was low as she tried to calm me. Her fangs glinted as she spoke. “It is a
great honor, Gabrielle. Welcome the embrace of our Goddess.”

Her voice trailed off in a hiss as her words comforted me. Whatever little resistance remained
in me had dissipated. I turned to face Eve and passionately kissed her. It felt like eating a piece of
choice meat. I sensed my Goddess slid her hands slid down from my hair to trace my back before
cupping the curve of my buttocks.

Selena groped my breasts from behind. Even as I kissed Eve, I felt her soft fingertips trace the
pebbly texture of my nipples. Her mouth planted soft kisses on my shoulders and licked my
exposed neck. Selena’s warm sex rasped against my buttocks. I felt trapped between these two
beautiful vampires. To please both High Priestess and Goddess at the same time was bliss
beyond wildest imagination.

We ground our bodies against each other in delectable agony. My body swayed between the
breasts of the two well-endowed women. The friction of their bodies against mine was an erotic
sensation. To my shock, Eve suddenly broke the kiss. I felt like a fish out of water without her
lips on mine.

The Goddess lifted up one of my legs so my sex was exposed. I tried to hook my leg around
her waist but I was too full of nervous energy. Thankfully, Selena grabbed a hold of my other leg
to keep me from falling over. It was an awkward position but workable nonetheless. The three of
us moved in closer together as the Eve entered my sex with her hand.

Without warning, another pair of hands appeared and grabbed my waist. They rose and fell
alongside my body as the Eve slid in and out of me. The woman’s hands gripped my belly before
moving up to pinch my nipples. This woman knew all the right places to touch me. I moaned in
bliss as the new woman placed a kiss on my neck. I saw Alice’s familiar face as she planted kiss
after kiss on my soft skin.
 As the centerpiece of this encounter, I felt worshipped as though I were a Goddess myself.
Under the gaze of the three beautiful women, I sighed in ecstasy. The four of us swayed with
Eve’s thrusts. We were lost in this decadent dance. My cries of passion rose in volume as the
Goddess claimed me with her inhumanly skilled fingers. She was touching a part of me that I had
not known to have existed.

The end was near. I could sense my body tense up before the inevitable release. Selena and
Alice moved into to steady me as I began to convulse. As sweat covered my body, Priestess
Alice held me as if I were both her lover and her child.

Soon, I rewarded Eve’s thrusts with a powerful climax. I grunted as I spilled the lost drops of
my nectar upon the Goddess’s hand. A bolt of bliss ripped through my body like forked
lightning. It was both a cathartic release and an offering to Eve. I felt as I were spilling my very
life force upon her. Alice held on to me as she whispered words of encouragement.

“Give yourself to the Goddess,” she whispered, rocking me in her arms. “Give your blood to
her… and accept the gift offered to you…”

With that, Eve leaned over and bit down on my neck. I braced for pain but felt a numbness
around my neck. The sensation was lost in the euphoria I felt from having her so close to me.
When her fangs left me, I felt different as though it was a repeat of when Selena broke my
maidenhead. It was though I had become a woman and no longer saw myself as a child fumbling
in ignorance.

That’s when I realized Eve had given me the gift of vampirism.

With that, Eve left us and disappeared into the mists. Selena left momentary and placed me in
the company of Alice. My former mentor brushed the area Eve had bitten me. She planted a soft
kiss on it and smiled like a proud mother. I felt like I had finally become her equal. In fact, I had
become a full-fledged vampire in service of the Dark Goddess as I had always dreamed of
becoming.

It was truly a night to remember. In spite of my inebriated state, I could recall vivid yet
disjointed memories. It was like remembering a fantastic dream. It was more than a fantasy. This
ritual had allowed me to shed my naivety and innocence. I never felt so happy to be in the
service of the Dark Goddess.

I recalled Alice making passionate love to me. Her mouth devoured me with kisses as if
congratulating my first step into vampirism and womanhood. Selena joined in and we became a
tangle of arms and legs. Saliva and sweat mingled as we explored each other’s bodies.

I remembered having both women sheath their hands in my body at the same time. Alice
entered my sex which was now well accustomed to agile fingers. Selena entered past the rosebud
of my nether orifice and into my anus. They were so gentle yet passionate as if they were
performing an act of worship. I would cry out as Selena would thrust into me from behind and
the virginal orifice. My hair would fall over my face like some veil from the force of their
thrusts.

The two women probed every inch of my body. They entered places no one had ever been in
before. I remembered the raw lust we felt for each other. Our passionate kisses were a form of
communication onto themselves. Their tongues pleased me in a way my own hands could not.
Completely spent of our strength, the three of us collapsed into a heap of rosy colored flesh.

In the days that followed, I began to live amongst the inner circle of vampire priestesses. In
spite of my relative youth, I was now a vampire and a grown woman. Eve had blessed me with
her gift and selected me as one of her most beloved disciples. With it came respect and access to
all manner of carnal delights.

Once the student, I had now become the teacher. However, I did not merely share the
teachings of the Dark Goddess. I had transformed from the virginal blood maiden into the
vampiric seductress. Each night, I made passionate love with the other priestesses, especially
Alice.

It was the first of many changes after that faithful night. Alice and I were now equals. She and
many others shared my bed as we paid tribute to the Dark Goddess. Likewise, Selena and I
would perform our previous ritual again. This time, it was in private without prying eyes to
distract us.

Once I embraced my gifts and my sexuality, I realized that Eve was correct. We were all
Goddesses in waiting. It was our duty to share the gift of vampirism… and to indulge in our most
decadent desires.
 By Javier Fabra

The legend of the vampire spans across both place and time. These stories fill us with both
wonder and horror. Indeed, the vampire is as beautiful as it is dangerous. In this story, there lies a
mirror that reveals the true beauty and power of one such vampire.

There once lived a vampire Queen named Tanith. She was beautiful without peer. Even her
immortal brethren were in awe of her loveliness. Her pale skin and downy raven hair attracted
men and women alike. However, her beauty was only matched by her lust for power.

The vampire’s appearance hid her cruel and wicked heart. Rumors surrounded Tanith’s
ascension into becoming the queen of all vampires. It was said that she had bathed in the blood
of virgins and performed demonic rituals in order to gain power. She killed the previous vampire
Queen and banished any vampire lieutenants who dared question her rule.

Fearful of another vampire usurping her position, Tanith choose to surround herself with
mortals. Humans were more susceptible to her dark powers and less likely to rebel against her.
They would also provide her with protection during the day when she was most vulnerable.

Nevertheless, her skills in the dark arts commanded much fear and respect from her vampire
brethren. It was believed she opened the gates to the underworld with profane rituals. She
sacrificed both vampire and mortal alike to dark gods in order to solidify her reign over the
mortal realm.

In her lust for power, Tanith came across a number of magical artifacts. These ranged from
powerful weapons of war to more utilitarian objects. She searched far and wide to add more and
more artifacts to her already impressive collection. Soon, she amassed a large arsenal of artifacts
that secured her rule as a vampiric Goddess.

However, these artifacts were captured through a brutal military campaign. Tanith killed and
maimed in her pursuit of these artifacts. She tore answers from defenseless women and children.
Tanith was not above any atrocity in her search for more power. The vampire queen gained a
reputation for both her unparalleled beauty and her boundless cruelty.

Eventually, rebellions grew amongst the humans who lived under the vampire queen’s
tyrannical rule. Years of war and slavery had led to civil war within her growing empire. Tanith
feared her empire would crumble from within if she did not placate her mortal slaves. While she
saw humans as no more than cattle, she needed them to protect herself during the day and as
sustenance for her thirst for blood.

Under the guise of creating peace, the vampire Queen chose to marry a human king. He was
the ruler of the largest of the last remaining kingdoms of free humans. Through the use of her
skills in both dark magic and the erotic arts, she seduced the king and arranged a marriage
between them.

However, the vampire was not interested in ruling humans alongside an aging human ruler. A
widower, the king had a young daughter named Aria from his previous marriage. In Aria, Tanith
saw the perfect tool to domesticate the humans.

The vampire queen had no interest in brokering a peace with humans. Instead, she saw the
young, impressionable Aria as the perfect puppet to rule the free human. The vampire would
groom the human girl to love her as though she were her mother. The young girl would serve as
the legitimate ruler of humans while the vampire pulled the strings from the shadows. Otherwise,
she would discipline Aria into obeying her.

Soon, the king died under mysterious circumstances and left Aria as the heir to all free human
kingdoms. It was rumored that the Queen came to the King in the night like a succubus and
drained him of his life force through a dark sex ritual. A mere political puppet, the young girl
allowed Tanith to control the free human kingdoms from behind the scenes. The humans did not
revolt since they believed Aria ruled as the legitimate heir to the free human kingdoms and that
they had secured peace with the vampires. Little did they suspect that their much hated vampire
queen whispered manipulative lies into the young girl’s ear. Their greatest enemy secretly ruled
their kingdom as Queen Regent.

However, Tanith is not the subject of this tale. Nor are many of dangerous artifacts she had
hoarded in her castle. Instead, this tale is about Aria and a pair of magical mirrors kept hidden
deep within the Queen’s treasury.

Tanith’s lust for power was only matched by her vanity. She searched for magical mirrors that
could reflect her beauty. Ordinary mirrors would not reflect the undead, which left the vampire
Queen frustrated. She loved to admire herself for hours at an end. Only powerful magical
artifacts would reveal the vampire Queen’s supernatural beauty.
 In spite of its opulence, the castle could hardly satisfy a curious young woman like Aria. She
much preferred the warmth and openness of the outside world to the chilly regality of the dark
castle. Nevertheless, Queen Tanith, her adopted mother, had commanded her to be within the
walls of her castle. She only left under the strict supervision of the Queen for a handful of public
appearances.

Aria obeyed Tanith as if the woman were both mother and mistress. The vampire had raised
and comforted her after the untimely death of her father. The Queen was beautiful, intelligent,
and confident. It was everything the young woman wanted to be. Nevertheless, she chaffed under
the strict rules imposed upon by the Queen regent.

Worse, Aria was without any friends to play with. She was too politically important to
endanger with playmates. A pair of vampire handmaidens closely guarded her. They had been
picked by Tanith to protect the young princess and discipline her if need be. They escorted her at
night when the human guards went away. They did not allow her to venture past the castle walls.

At times, Aria wished she had been born a commoner. While she had born into luxury, she
also had to play the part of a princess. She had been denied much of the freedoms enjoyed by her
subjects. It felt more like playing the part of a prisoner under house arrest.

Aria wondered when she would become Queen of the free human kingdoms. Tanith had ruled
as regent and guided her through the task of ruling a kingdom. Although she was thankful for the
wise vampire Queen’s support, she was perplexed to why she had not been given the reigns of
commanded. Aria was of age and had matured into an open-minded, inquisitive woman. Her
human servants were old enough to marry and bear children.

Her time alone in the castle had allowed her to pour over the books in Tanith’s sizeable
collection. In each book lay stories about entire kingdoms beyond the walls of the castle. These
were free kingdoms she had inherited from her late father.

In spite of her concern over her role as Queen, Aria was not eager to take the burden of
leadership. She much preferred the carefree life of playing and reading books. Vampire Queen
Tanith seemed better suited to ruling these vast kingdoms. The young woman simply wanted
more freedom.

More than anything else, Aria wanted to satisfy her more intimate needs. She longed for a
dashing rogue like those from her books to rescue her from her boredom. The young princess
had the desires of a grown woman but no means to satisfy them. Day by day, desire swelled
within Aria.

One night, she could no longer resist the lust buried within her. Thankfully, the night
presented an opportunity to address this tension without any interruption. The Queen and her
handmaidens had left for the night on important business. They still kept Aria locked up within
the castle walls. However, the young princess did not mind such restriction. She was bored this
night and all the more aroused for it.
 Through a mix of natural instinct and virginal curiosity, Aria had learned to please her body
with her hands. For a while, her nimble fingers did enough to quell the flame of desire growing
within her body. Nonetheless, such base masturbation could only do so much for a woman
denied the touch of a lover. She felt like an animal that had been forced to perform the most
debauched acts to relieve its tension.

The pampered princess easily tired of routine and repetition. She tried different variations and
tools but they did little to mitigate the demands of her blossoming sexuality. However, they
proved to be a poor substitute for a skilled lover. Soon, the novelty ran out much too quickly for
the curious young woman.

During her rare visits outside the castle, her eyes were drawn to young men in the crowds.
They lacked the refinement of the nobility but were quite a sight for a sheltered woman longing
for a lover’s skilled touch. However, Aria knew the Queen would never allow her to be with a
commoner. They were two lowborn for her station. She would only be married to a man of equal
station. Yet, the Queen didn’t even consider marrying here to a distant kingdom.

The captive princess dared not sneak out of the castle for a rendezvous with a secret lover.
Instead, Aria imagined herself making love to a man. She had gleaned some information about
the act of coupling from some of the more erotic books in the Queen’s library. Through the use
of the diagrams and detailed descriptions within those scandalous books, the young woman
constructed herself an imaginary lover. This phantom lover conjured in her mind was strong,
handsome, and skilled in the act of lovemaking.

Over time, her lover transformed from a young man into a grown woman. The princess wasn’t
sure why she came back to this fantasy involving an older woman. She believed the touch of an
experienced woman would be better than that of a young, unskilled man. For that matter, she
didn’t know who this woman was exactly. She could not help but imagine herself making to
Queen Tanith. It felt scandalous to have such emotions for her foster mother, which helped fuel
the flames of desire.

Many men and women desired the vampire queen and Aria counted herself amongst them.
She wished she could be an immortal beauty like Tanith. However, the Queen did not share her
vampirism or knowledge of the dark arts with her adopted daughter. Only a human could rule the
free kingdoms.

Nevertheless, the novelty of this forbidden fantasy expired much faster than Aria would have
liked. An imaginary lover was a poor replacement for an actual lover made of flesh and blood. In
her bed, she grew to tire of imagining the warm hands of her lover in place of cold air. It soon
became a tedious routine that wore out its welcome.

With the Queen gone for the day, Aria believed it was the perfect opportunity to further
experiment sexually with her body. With her handmaidens gone as well, the young woman didn’t
want this unchaperoned opportunity to go wasted. She speculated about a way to address the
longing within her loins that was as creative as it was arousing. That’s when she remembered a
certain room in the castle. It would be unguarded and potentially have an object that could satisfy
her curiosity.

With girlish delight, Aria ran down to the Queen’s storage room for magical artifacts. The
princess knew some of these artifacts were created to sexually please its user. The vampire
Queen was not without needs of a mortal women.

She had read about them in the many tomes in the Queen’s library. There was drink that could
intensify a woman’s climax. There was a pair of living gloves that could please its master in any
way. A bounty of erotic delight lied hidden in that dank little chamber.

As she gleefully race to her destination, the impact of her feet against the worn stone floor
made a soft echo sound through the empty halls of the castle. The torches along the walls
illuminated her path. She was alone in this awful place and glad for it.

Aria remembered the first time the Queen showed her to dungeon-like room containing
magical artifacts. She had avoided rooms such as these once she heard tales of the Queen
torturing her detractors for weeks. Tanith even had special rooms made for torturing fellow
vampires who dared question her rule. Shivering with terror in her room, the young woman
recalled their screams echoing out from within the dungeon. Aria did not think herself above
retribution if the Queen’s guards caught her experimenting with treasured magical artifacts.

The Queen was cruel and vicious towards those who defied her. Throughout her life, Aria had
learned to obey Tanith without question. She saw her as both a strict mother and a cruel
governess. In her youth, the vampire had personally disciplined Aria for her girlish insolence.

Aria recalled when Tanith would smack her naked buttocks with her hand. She would punish
her as the sound of the vampire Queen’s slaps would echo and the handmaidens would watch on.
It was the last time she ever questioned the Queen regent. She remembered these incidents with
terror and a strange sense of arousal. Eventually, Tanith molded her into an obedient foster
daughter.

She should have feared and hated Tanith. She was an undead creature who controlled every
aspect of her life. She should have hated this monster.

Yet, Aria had always thought the Queen was stunningly beautiful. Her breasts were firm and
her waist was tightly rounded. She looked like an angel sent from heaven rather than a creature
of the night. Many men vied for her hand in marriage but it was Aria’s father who won it. Sadly,
he did not live long to enjoy the fruits of his new marriage.

The young woman and many others envied the Queen’s striking figure. At night, she could
hear the Queen make love to her handmaidens. Their cries were that of animals caught in heat.
The sound of their passionate, violent lovemaking would echo through the castle’s halls.

The moment she entered the dungeons was when Aria remembered why she hated the
dungeons so much. They were cold, ugly, and dark. Blood of the Queen’s victims would often
stain the walls. The princess longed for the countryside, which were bright and full of life. Aria
couldn’t understand the Queen’s hunger for the cold and the harsh when she herself longed for
warmth and beauty.

Soon, Aria arrived at the large steel door that led to the room of magical artifacts. It was not
locked as the Queen had ordered her servants to not enter it. Not even her handmaidens were
allowed in there without explicit permission. The Queen’s word was law and none of the castle’s
denizens would dare break it.

For that matter, no thief could hope to get inside the castle and come out alive with his prize.
The Queen had enchanted the castle with powerful magic to thwart intruders. Powerful spells
would kill anyone foolish enough to plunder her treasures. Any thieves that were caught by the
guards were flayed alive and displayed outside the castle as a warning to others.

However, Aria was one of the few who could enter the room without powerful magic spells
attacking her. Tanith could not risk her own defenses killing her adopted daughter. It was one
loophole in the castle’s defenses that Aria brazenly took advantage of.

More importantly, these artifacts were of little use to mortals. The Queen had accumulated a
horde of artifacts through her various travels. Some were gifts from past suitors and lovers. A
few were tribute from nations looking to spare themselves from the Queen’s wrath. Others were
magical objects she had stolen from magicians. A select number were evil artifacts taken
forcefully from the hands of dead vampires she killed. Over time, her collection had grown large.
Or so Aria thought.

To her surprise, the young woman only found a handful of artifacts in the room. In fact, they
were only mirrors left in the vault. She saw an identical pair of large, intricately framed mirrors
hanging opposite of each other on the walls. There were also a few hand mirrors lying on a dress
drawer underneath one of the framed mirrors.

Aria figured the rest of the artifacts were taken out to another room to make space in this
place. Tanith kept adding more and more artifacts to her massive collection. She had overheard
the handmaidens talk about constructing a separate vault for her growing cache of artifacts. Yet,
she was curious to see if anything else was in the room.

Soon, curiosity led to disappointment. Aria looked around the dungeon to find anything else
of interest. However, only the aforementioned pair of large mirrors stood out. The two mirrors
were exactly the same in every way from their size to their lovingly crafted frames. It seemed so
unnatural for two handcrafted mirrors to be so similar to the naked eye.

Nevertheless, she didn’t think the Queen was interested in interior decorating with this bizarre
arrangement. Tanith was far beyond such mundane concerns. Disappointed, the young woman
was about to turn and leave when a revelation came into her head.

Having known the Queen for years, Aria knew that the regent had collected many magical
artifacts over the years. Many of these artifacts looked ordinary to the naked eye but the Queen
could discern their true power through her dark sorcery. For example, the Queen had an ordinary
brass ring that could see into the past and reveal visions of an ancient era. She had a wooden cup
made of oak that would never spill its drink. In fact, it seemed that the most powerful artifacts
had the most mundane appearances. Aria suspected these mirrors were not as ordinary as they
seemed.

Renewed with hope, the young woman examined the mirrors for any magical properties. The
mirrors looked new or at least recently dusted. Her inexperienced eyes couldn’t find anything
extraordinary about it. She wondered if only vampires could sense their true power. Unhappy
with such a conclusion, she took the surprisingly light frame off the wall and placed it on the
dresser.

Turning it over, the curious woman looked for any markings or engraved runes. However, it
looked rather mundane with the exception of its frame. It looked to be made of some silvery
metal that was rather light in weight. Aria pursed her lips as she continued to examine the mirror.

Growing frustrated, the princess brought the large mirror up to her bedchamber with some
difficulty. Even if the mirror was ordinary, she still needed one in her room. Aria had inherited a
small sense of vanity from Tanith. She figured the Queen wouldn’t mind losing such an ordinary
trinket. At the very least, this potentially fruitless little adventure wasn’t boring.

Sitting in her bed, Aria couldn’t find the slightest evidence of magic regarding the mirror.
While there was quite a bit of craftsmanship into the frame, the mirror looked like an expensive
trinket rather than a powerful magical artifact. It seemed unusual for such an object to be kept
under heavy lock and key. She knew ordinary mirrors were useless to vampires, especially a
vampire as vain as Tanith. The vampire Queen would require a magical mirror in order to see her
reflection and appreciate her beauty.

That’s when Aria noticed the artwork on the frame. It was a strange recurring image made of
various faces. A pattern of faces lined the frame. Well, it wasn’t merely faces. There were
various masks as well. They ranged from the familiar mask of a court jester to masks with
demonic horns and fangs. Furthermore, the pattern was reflected on the other side of the frame so
that it was perfectly symmetrical. There was a common theme of faces and symmetry. It was a
striking concept for the frame of a mirror.

Aria’s eye couldn’t help but be drawn to her reflection. It was a mirror after all. Although she
wasn’t as vain like the Queen, she always thought of herself as pleasing to the eye. Her envy for
the Queen’s beauty didn’t diminish her sense of self worth.

The two were like night and day. The vampire had the curves and elegance of a grown
woman. The Queen was striking with a confidence that acknowledged her beauty. Her form
fitting attire would highlight her firm breasts and proud hips.

Aria, on the other hand, was more pixie-like with a rounded face, large eyes, and a small, doll-
like nose. She was a nymphet that seemed all the more young and inexperience next to
voluptuous foster mother. She thought of herself as virginal and not at all unpleasing to the eye.
 Although the Queen had a voluptuous body that was practically flawless, she lacked
something that the princess had. Her fully formed body and knowledge of the erotic arts was a
double-edged sword. She didn’t have Aria’s look of innocence.

While she had become a young woman, Aria still had a girlish quality to her body. It looked
as though she was stuck in adolescence and the process of maturing into a woman. She had
slender lines of young teenager to the Queen’s rounded curves. She was even boyish in this
regard with slim hips and blossoming bust line. To the Queen’s prideful lioness, she was an
inquisitive house cat with the charm of youth and innocence.

A strange thought occurred to Aria. She wondered what it would be like to make love to her
body. The lust-crazed mind of the young princess had imagined the Queen and her handmaidens
as sexual partners but never herself until now. The vampires were pale with faces as cold as their
hearts.

She had never seen another woman who had the warmth and flushness of her skin. While she
thought the Queen was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, Aria thought of herself as
having a humble, human beauty. She wondered what it would have been like to have a twin to
play with and learn of their bodies’ erotic delights.

In her melancholy, Aria leaned forward to imagine her face. She was truly a lovely creature
with lips made for kissing. Perhaps absentmindedly, she puckered her lips and gave her
reflection a kiss.

And that’s when she found herself staring at the interior of the Queen’s artifact room with the
mirrors she left behind.

The young princess was shocked and confused at what had happened. Aria feared that the
mirror was cursed and she had activated a magical ward. Worse, she thought the mirror had
trapped her in the room she had first found it. She couldn’t believe she had been instantly
brought back at the dungeon that stored the Queen’s artifacts.

That’s when she noticed that she was looking into the artifact room at an elevated position.
Looking around, Aria gasped she found her head and upper torso emerging from the surface of
the mirror. It wasn’t the mirror she had held in her hands. It was the twin mirror that still hung in
the artifact room.

The revelation sent her toppling backwards onto the bed in her chamber. Bewildered at what
had just happened, she slid back further onto the cold stone floor. With the mirror still in her
hands, she stared at her reflection. Her eyes looked back in wide disbelief.

With a nervous gulp, Aria brought her hand to the mirror’s surface. Initially, she had been
reluctant to touch it out of fear of staining it. Now, it appeared as though the mirror was truly a
work of magic. She brought an outstretched hand to touch the mirror’s face.
 To her astonishment, Aria found cool air instead of hard, polished glass. Her hand passed right
through the mirror’s surface. While it reflected her appearance like any ordinary mirror, it
appeared as though her hand was vanishing into a void.

Gathering her bravery, Aria once again entered the mirror with her face. Confusion and fear
gave way to curiosity and delight as she saw the artifact room again. She now understood what
the pair of mirrors was used for. They were some sort of magical gateways which were
connected through magic. Tumbling forward, Aria passed through the mirror with her entire
body. She saw that she was instantly in the magical artifact collection room. It was convenient as
it was exhilarating.

Soon, a decadent idea came into her head. Aria picked up the mirror’s twin and brought it all
the way back to her room. It was to big too bring through the other mirror. However, she didn’t
plan on returning to the dungeon anytime soon. A very naughty scenario had taken form in her
head. She could already feel her skin tingling with anticipation.

The young princess suspected the Queen had acquired the mirrors through her hunt for
magical artifacts. She must have discovered their secret powers and tested them in her artifact
room. They would have provided her a quick and convenient way of traveling through the large
castle. Furthermore, they could also be of use for traveling long distances from the castle and
back again.

However, Aria had a completely different use planned for them. With the second mirror in her
room, she examined the pair side by side. They were completely identical and could actually
stand up straight on their base without any kind of support. It was probably another magical
property. The mirrors weren’t exactly full size but they were taller than Aria.

The young woman planned on returning them to their original place after she used them.
Tanith would be furious if she found her using it for such crude pleasure. Until then, she would
more than enough time to satisfy herself.

More importantly, they were tall enough for the erotic scenario she had in mind.

Aria reached into the mirror as she had done so before. This time, however, she watched the
other mirror to see what exactly would happen. To her joy, she saw her diminutive fingers
emerge from the surface on the second mirror. It was as she suspected but seeing it in action
made her heart race. In her excitement, she clenched a fist and saw the hand coming out the
mirror form up into a ball.

It was thrilling but Aria didn’t plan on using the magic mirrors for childish parlor tricks. She
had the needs of a lover who knew how to please her. These mirrors would help her satisfy these
needs.

Readying herself, Aria slowly bent forward onto the mirror’s surface. It was a strange
sensation to do so. She felt only air when her face touched the mirror. Nevertheless, her vision
changed and she looked into her bedchamber once again. Turning her head, she saw her nearby
torso leaning into the mirror. Only her body down from her shoulders was visible. It was a
strange sight but one that sent her mind racing with erotic thoughts.

Aria leaned in further until her top half was passing through the mirror. She could make out
her lower body. Her outstretched buttocks could be seen just ahead of the first mirror. Grinning
at the unusual sight, the young woman reached out to touch her own waist.

Aria nearly let out a soft moan when she touched her own body. It had worked out perfectly
for naughty little princess. Soon, she would put her plan into motion. The imagination of
sheltered princess could run wild when left to its own devices.

The young woman now set the two mirrors on their base so they faced each other. Aria
positioned herself in between them and anxiously examined the setup. She found that there
enough space in between them to account for only half of her height. Happy with their
arrangement, the woman pursed her lips in anticipation. She hoped everything would go
according to plan.

Aria bent over so her knees touched the floor and then looked at her reflection in one of the
mirrors. With bated breath, she slowly crawled on her hands into the mirror. When she entered
the mirror, she emerged from the other mirror positioned directly across from the first.

As expected, the young woman looked down upon her own shapely if clothed backside.
Anything that went halfway through one mirror would end up behind itself through the other
mirror. Aria mused about the implications of this setup as she gazed upon her rounded buttocks.

She found her backside to be rather attractive. It was much different than looking behind
oneself when using a regular mirror. Her body was lean and catlike but had a healthy set of
supple curves. With a girlish giggle, she reached out with a hand and pressed it against her
clothed buttock.

It was strange.

Aria had touched herself and saw her hand make contact with herself. However, it felt as if a
stranger had done so. It added an element of danger, which made it all the more arousing.

Aria began to touch her body. She trailed a finger from waist to the valley between her
buttocks. It was a familiar sensation that felt amplified by the strangeness of the scenario. The
princess let out a groan as she touched herself. There was a delight to feeling herself feel her
body from behind. There was an eroticism to act that she had never experienced before. She
could never go back to touching herself the traditional way.

Soon, the young woman took off the dress she wore. It was quite a sight to see one’s body
undress from behind like some voyeur. From this new perspective, Aria examined the newly
exposed flesh. The new vantage point gave her renewed appreciation for her body. Her body was
lithe with budding curves. She gathered her clothes and placed them to the side.
 Then, Aria turned her gaze toward to the nude body before her. Aroused by the sight, she
moved forward to hug her body from behind. Aria gasped as though a stranger had held her. If
that wasn’t a strange enough sensation, she planted a set of soft kisses on her back. It tingled as
though a butterfly had landed on her skin.

Soon, her kissing turned into licking. Her tongue was wet and warm on her own back. She
moved in closer to grope her exposed breasts. Her nipples seemed to swell under the warmth and
eagerness of her fingers. She was already getting wet from the sensuality of her movements.

With a moan, Aria began to caress her body and its sensitive skin. It was as if she was
discovering her body for the first time. She knew how soft and warm her body was. However, it
seemed as though she was embracing a new person who touched her back.

Aria felt an orgasm building within her body. She moved her hands down to grope her thighs.
She trailed her wet lips down the curvature of her spine. The young princess kissed her down her
own back and sent bolts of pleasure through her spine. Even her breath felt like the warm mist of
a hot spring.

The young woman licked her bare buttocks and took in the taste of her own flesh. The act
invigorated Aria with lust and longing. She ran a hand from her hip and ran it down to between
her legs. She saw herself slide a pair of fingers to the pubic hair that crowned her sex.

The hair above her sex was sparse like the downy feathers of a newborn bird. When she was
young, she had bathed with the vampire Queen on occasion. She remembered the vampire’s
flawless body and well-rounded breasts. Her nipples had long and rigid enough to hang jewelry
off. Most of all, she recalled the rich patch of hair above Tanith’s sex. It marked her as a grown
woman and an object of Aria’s affections.

The sex crazed princess gasped when she brushed past her clitoris. She moved forward to
trace her tongue across her buttocks. She closed in around the center like a wolf circling its prey
before the kill. With a hand, she used her fingers to spread her womanhood open. Aria sopped to
gaze at her delicate sex. She had never seen this part of her body so up close. The signs of her
arousal were apparent with slick wetness to her sex.

Lust clouding her gaze, Aria moved her head forward and inserted her tongue into her own
wet opening. Suppressing a moan, Aria’s cry of passion passed as a vibration into her own slit.
Breaking into frenzy, she began ferociously attacking her slit with her tongue. She licked,
sucked, and probed the depths of her pleasure canal.

Aria felt her hips jerk as if she was a wild horse bucking its rider. Her body instinctively
ground itself into her face. Her hand began rub her swollen clit with back and forth motion as her
lips devoured her sex. Her other hand was on the floor to steady her body. Soon, the arm bent
and buckled under the physical and emotional strain. She was lost in the act of penetrating her
slit with her tongue.

The young woman didn’t think anyone in the world had done this before her. To her ecstasy,
Aria was able to touch and taste herself in ways that had formerly existed in her imagination. She
was discovering the sheer depth of her sex first hand. Her mind was tearing itself apart from
sheer bliss.

Aria watched as she suckled her own sex. Her face was wet with the secretions between her
legs. Using tongue as a lash, she probed her sex as if she were an animal in heat. Her fingers
worked tirelessly to squeeze every drop of pleasure from her throbbing nub.

The lusty princess was at her limit. Her breasts heaved and her hips ground against her lips as
her orgasm built to a fever pitch. Her whimpering had graduated to loud and frequent grunting. It
was just too much for the virginal young woman. Parting her tight opening again, Aria began
thrusting into sex with her finger.

It was too much.

She moaned in complete abandon as a climax took her. While her agile tongue pierced her
contracting sex, Aria embraced her orgasm as if it were a warm fireplace. She rode it from crest
to trough as if riding a wave of erotic energy. The walls of her sex tightened around her fingers
like a noose. Soon, her voice grew hoarse from her indulgent moaning.

The princess fell to the floor in the dying pulse of her climax. Her tongue continued to lazily
lick the liquids emerging from her reddened sex. Gathering a reserve of energy, Aria began to
pump into her sex with two fingers in a steady rhythm. Yet, it felt too mundane considering the
circumstances.

Suddenly, Aria felt a cool hand upon her buttocks. Knowing that it would not be her hand,
Aria looked above to see the source of the sensation. To her horror, she saw Tanith standing over
her nude body. “Ah, I see that the little princess is nothing more than a lust-crazed whore at
heart.”

The vampire looked on with an expression of both amusement and anger. Aria gasped in utter
shock at the sudden appearance of her foster mother. “My Queen?”

Tanith answered by slapping her naked buttocks. Aria shrieked in pain as the vampire lectured
her. “You dare enter my treasure chamber and use my artifacts as if they were playthings? I have
thieves drained of their blood and cut into pieces. Is that what you want me to do?”

Aria watched at Tanith’s muscles flexed under her form fitting black dress. She felt her
buttocks burning from the vampire’s strikes. “I didn’t mean to-“

“Silence,” she spat, muzzling Aria with another slap. The vampire struck the girl again and
again. Her reddened buttocks swelled under this punishment. “I’ve coddled you for far too long.
You have become a woman and you must bear a woman’s punishment.”

Aria watched as the Queen got up and began to rummage through the other artifacts in the
chamber. Soon, she returned with a pair of hand mirrors. They looked ordinary enough with long
wooden handles. The young woman wondered if they held dangerous magic that would be used
to punish her.

However, Tanith ordered her to get on all fours. With a hand, she guided her into the
appropriate position. “Get up… yes… like an animal. Yes… go through the mirror if you have
to.”

Balancing on her hands and knees, Aria found herself halfway through the mirror. She feared
what Tanith had in plan for her. The vampire was without remorse and would draw out the
torture of her victims. To her surprise, the vampire Queen began to undress.

She saw vampire’s flawless nude body come into view. Aria had always longed to make love
to the woman who had been a cruel mother to her. She wanted to held in her arms and cherished
as a child if not a lover.

Tanith’s body looked to have been sculpted to perfection by the heavens. Or given beauty by
dark sorcery. Regardless, her body was toned while having a womanly suppleness to it. Her
beautiful, aristocratic face would have been that of an angel if it wasn’t for the cold expression
on it. The lips of her womanhood were flush and red as if they were yearning for someone to
touch them.

“My Queen, I am so sorry-“

“Quiet child,” she said, picking up a hand mirror by the base. She brought the wooden handle
near Aria’s wet slit. “Do not struggle and you may learn enjoy it.”

“What do you- ah!”

The young princess gasped when the vampire penetrated her with the wooden handle. Tanith
had used it as a wooden phallus to claim her innocence. Aria grunted as the as the hard wood
parted the flush lips of her sex. The walls of her sex clung to the handle as she thrust it into her
body. “You are mine!”

Aria watched through the large mirrors as the vampire thrust into her body. It was one thing to
please her body with a tool. It was an entirely different thing to watch her body being violated by
another. “You are my procession.”

The young princess imagined as though she was an animal being taken from behind. Tanith
pumped into her like a hammer beating down a nail. Aria didn’t know whether she was being
punished or being made loved. Mind-bogglingly enough, she was watching herself get penetrated
by the vampire Queen. It was strange yet highly arousing to be a voyeur and an object of sexual
desire at the same time. “You belong to me. Every part of you belongs to me.”

Soon, Tanith aimed the slick wooden handle up toward her nether orifice. Her virginal
rosebud hadn’t had anything put into it before. This changed as the vampire plunged the handle
into the tight sphincter. Aria gasped she felt this pleasurable intrusion in her anus. Better yet, she
was watching nether orifice get penetrated first hand.

Soon, Aria came loudly and collapsed into a heap of blissful flesh. Tanith removed the
wooden handle from Aria’s nether orifice. As tears welled up in the princess’s eyes, Tanith
comforted the girl in her bosom. The young princess was bewildered by the sudden display of
affection.

All her life, she had known the vampire to be cruel. Now, Tanith seemed to be the single most
beautiful thing she had ever known in her entire life. Her cool naked flesh felt strangely
welcoming. “I am sorry, Queen mother. I could not resist my desires…”

“You have the needs of a grown a woman,” she replied, tenderly stoking the young woman’s
hair. Her mere touch made Aria’s heart race. “And no means to relieve it. Do you love me,
child?”

The princess answered without hesitation. “I love you… my Queen.”

“Then, I will teach you,” Tanith answered, repositioning their bodies in between the two
mirrors. It was a difficult arrangement but the older, more skilled woman managed to do so. “I
will teach you the true secrets of these two mirrors.”

Aria was consumed by an overwhelming lust for the vampire. As a vampire hungered for
blood, the young princess sought the affection of the Queen. It felt like a powerful narcotic she
was in constant withdrawal from.

Tanith was surprised when Aria boldly took her in for a kiss. It was hot and passionate. The
young woman was tired of being the submissive child and wanted to become the initiator of this
sexual encounter.

Aria brought her lips down the vampire’s chin and onto the cleft above her breasts. She
suckled hard on Tanith’s nipples like an infant hungry for milk. The vampire Queen moaned as
her adopted daughter lapped up the taste of her large, firm breasts.

The young princess kissed her away across the supple flesh of the vampire’s belly. She soon
saw the familiar tuft of hair above the older woman’s inviting sex. Aria deeply inhaled the spicy
fragrance emanating from her opening. It was an aphrodisiac that compelled her to pleasure the
vampire Queen.

The two became entangled through the two magic mirrors. They were a heap of arms and legs
shifting through the very fabric of space. Tanith spread her legs wide in inviting fashion for the
young princess. Aria licked her lips when she the nectar flowing between her adopted mother’s
sex. It trickled down her slit and on pooled around the ripe opening of her nether orifice. Aria
gingerly brought a hand to the moistened anus and penetrated her rosebud with a finger. Tanith
gritted her teeth and nodded in approval of the breech into her anus.

Soon, Aria and Tanith licking her sex and buttocks like cat lapping up milk. She teased the
stiff nub above Tanith’s sex that she knew brought untold pleasure to a woman. The Vampire
Queen moaned in ecstasy.

The women became locked into an erotic dance in between the two magic mirrors. The
mirrors allowed them to contort themselves into a variety of position. Aria felt her muscles and
limbed being stretched to their limits by Tanith. Every orifice was probed and plundered from a
variety of positions. The two made love like talented acrobats performing a sensual act. Finally, a
long, drawn out mutual orgasm punctuated their lovemaking session.

Gathering her breath, Aria descended into Tanith’s arms. She no longer saw the older woman
as a foster mother. Instead, she saw her as a sexual partner to love and experiment with. The
young woman nuzzled her nose against the vampire’s breasts. “Thank you teaching me the
secrets of the mirror.”

With a rare smile, the vampire stroked her lover’s face. “Now, you know why I keep these
mirrors in my castle.”

Aria looked at Tanith like a religious disciple looking at her God. “Can you teach me more,
my Queen?”

The vampire smiled again and revealed her fangs. “I will teach you everything.”
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Shoulder to Shoulder (Gay Motorcycle Club Romance Short Story)

As expected, John had been quite the drill master. He grilled me for the slightest mistake or
the smallest imperfection. It was like being back home with my father. I had to fit into his neat
little time table or get chewed out. This time, however, I welcomed the challenge. Riding a
motorcycle is more fun than learning discrete math.

Soon, I was becoming quite the skilled rider. I was weaving through traffic like a boxer
dodging punches. Even the club president took notice of my skills. Not too many bikers could
keep up with John or even dare make him work for a win during a race.

That was when the object of my obsession changed. It was no longer about the Peregrine
Riders. Instead, it was about John. He was the first thing I thought of when I awoke and the last
thing I thought of in bed.

I felt so safe riding next to him. I didn’t care that I was driving well over the speed limit
through a road with cracked asphalt. Whenever we rode neck and neck, I felt absolutely
invincible. I felt I could take on anyone and pull out a win. I had finally found my purpose in life.

I remember the first night we made love. We had been driving through the desert for some
time. When he came across a field of flowers, we stopped dead in our tracks. I don’t think either
of us ever thought of seeing such beauty any time soon. We didn’t think such greenery and life
could grow in such a desolate place.

Depredation (Gay Biker MC Erotic Romance)

Noticing his lover’s reluctance, Kyle gave his signature smirk to David. “So, this is how it’s
going to be?”

David watched as Kyle closed the already short distance between them. Without warning,
Kyle brought a hand to caress his rival’s face. The action caused David to grab Kyle’s shoulder
and force him onto the ground. He drove the man onto his back and pinned him with his weight.

David could have easily broken a bone if he wanted to but he held back. In spite of his
physical advantage, Kyle was silver-tongued devil. The man could still hurt him even if so much
as his tongue was only muscle working in his body.

David continued to pin down his opponent as he growled in his face. “I’m in charge here,
Kyle!”

Even though his back was bruised, Kyle smiled at his rival’s aggressiveness. He stared into
David’s beautiful eyes as though he trying to hypnotize him. “You think I’m done fucking for the
night? Then you haven’t-”

Before Kyle could finish, David picked him up and tossed him across the room. He went flying
before landing hard on the wooden floor with an audible thud. Not allowing his rival to have the
briefest moment of respite, David moved into pin him to the ground again. His knee ground
against Kyle’s abdomen while his arm held down his chest. The rasp of their bodies against each
other was a delicious sensation for both men.

Kyle hissed in pleasure at his current predicament. He loved it when David got so worked up.
“Playing a little rough, aren’t we? I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. We both do.”

David glared at his jubilant opponent. As he touched Kyle, the rival touched him back with his
fingers. They were soft and full of yearning like a little girl playing with a kitten. Their
playfulness belied a dangerous mind. Kyle was making contact at all the right places. His
strength seemed to leave him as though he were Samson under Delilah’s seduction.

The lieutenant smelled sex and alcohol on Kyle’s breath. Those had always been the close
comforts for the carefree man. However, they were vices David was quick to avoid in his line of
work.

Being so close to him caused a reaction throughout David’s body. It was like a strike of
lightning from the heavens causing a wildfire. The bittersweet sensation spread from his head to
his groin and all the way down to the tips of his toes. He couldn’t stop this reaction from
overwhelming his senses. He would have a better chance of tearing down the Steel Dragons
Motorcycle Club brick by brick.

Hearts and Minds (Gay BDSM Erotica)

“No one as important as you,” I said, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe I was actually
talking to Graham. I also couldn’t believe a part of me wanted to sneak a peek under his towel.
“I’ve meet people with money, nice clothes, and a fancy car but never anyone really famous like
you. I’ve read that you might run for the next election. You might become the next President of
the United States.”

“The news takes every little story they hear and run with it,” he laughed, as if tiring of the
political game and the media frenzy surrounding it. Much to the chagrin of his close advisors,
Graham preferred privacy to publicity. “I can’t stand that constant stream of trivia on the news.
It’s almost as bad as the celebrity bullshit we hear on the Internet. In this room, those
hypocritical lawyers and stupid bureaucrats have no power. There is only me and my desires.”

“Mr. Graham, I never thought you would be gay,” I said, still reeling in shock. I stared at his
muscular chest that was more suited for a professional athlete than a Senator. He had been a
track and field star in his high school years. Thankfully, it wasn’t at risk of drying of any time
soon. “You were on men’s magazine and voted America’s sexiest man. You just seem no in
charge and in control. All of my straight friends want to be like you and they don’t even know
how the Electoral College works!”

“Call me Alexander,” he said. I couldn’t believe I was on a first name basis with someone
who damn near singlehandedly passed an act that got. “So you thought I had to be a womanizer
if I was working in the capitol? I can’t blame you for thinking that. However, I’m not a Senator
when I’m in this room. Politics is a game about acting and I’m a master at it. Now, I’m just a
man with desires… just like you.”

I was getting a little hot under the collar. “Does any else know about this? Forget just
sleeping with other men, just soliciting prostitutes could create a huge scandal.”

“I didn’t get this far by making mistakes,” he answered. That’s when he remembered
something. “You said you were a college student?”

“I was there when you made your ‘Hearts and Minds’ speech at my college,” I said, trying
not to gush but failing miserably. I recalled the speech were he talked about how one night was
all it took to change the soul of a nation. I could practically recite it from memory. “Your
popularity practically exploded over night. They’re saying you might run for president.”

He smiled at that statement. “Is that so?”

“Your speeches are amazing,” I said in awe. “We went over them in my journalism class. I
actually used a couple of your phrases in some of my papers.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How did a kid like you end up in a business like this?”

“They thought I had talent and recruited me,” I replied with a shrug. It was unusual for a
client to be so curious about my background. “And I wanted to be with other men without any
major attachments.”

“You and I are alike then,” he said, betraying a sense of admiration. “However, there is no
avoiding attachments for people like us. Nevertheless, you must have so many stories to tell. I
know I have my share.”