He didn’t ask where she had been; he was forever faithful in his trust and love of her. Carloff greeted her with a passionate kiss and a hot bath. Carloff towel-dried his ladylove and massaged her perfect body with a sweet smelling lotion he had bought as a surprise for her.
“Carloff, you are a wonder. Where did you find such a wonderful lotion?” Leslie asked.
“In a shop not far from here,” he smiled. “Still being human I have to eat and while I was at the market I passed a shop that sells such things, I also bought this.” He gave her an old book, its binding battered and beaten, the title hardly readable. Tales of the Nightflyer she read, “What’s it about?” Leslie asked and rolled over.
“From what I could tell, it is about vampires and how to become one and how not to be one.” Carloff told her, as he smoothed the lotion over her naked breasts.
“Carloff,” Leslie asked, “Do you really wish to become a vampire?”
“Yes, Leslie, I do. I bought the book to keep your Count from finding it. I saw him in town just before dusk. He stayed in the shadows and would have bought the book, had he found it. Rumor has it around town, that a certain Count is buying any book that has information on vampires. He is trying to find a cure.” Carloff laughed and smoothed lotion over her stomach and down between her legs teasing her labia.
“Oh, Carloff, that feels good,” Leslie purred. “Have you read any of this book?”
“Yes, some, but basically what it says is folklore. There are certain people born every so often who are marked with a birthmark, a small bat, women bear this mark on their breast, men on their inner thigh near their groin. Someone with this mark can save a vampire or save someone who is destined to become one.” Carloff said a bit cryptically, he leaned over her naked body and licked her nipples, tenderly pulling at them with his teeth, only to kiss each one a moment later. “I am happy to see that lady told me the truth, this lotion does have a pleasant taste. He began to lick her all over her body, you taste like berries.”
“What kind of berries?” Leslies asked, it had been many, many years since she had tasted berries of any kind. She was so lost in his touch and her love of sex, that it didn’t occur to Leslie how rare it was that Carloff could not only read, but read a book written in Latin.
“Strawberries,” Carloff answered and continued to apply the cream to her body, occasionally licking certain areas when she didn’t expect it. He finished applying lotion to her toes. Carloff moved back up to her mound and concentrated his attention there, finding her sex already wet and aroused. Then there were those two golden rings, “Leslie why don’t you allow me to remove these?” Carloff suggested.
“No, they stay,” Leslie said. “Until I have my revenge on the Count, then I will remove them or you may remove them.”
“Very well, milady,” he smiled and continued tonguing her cunt for a few moments, then plunged his tongue deep inside her repeatedly until she climaxed. Crying out her passion, Leslie arched her hips to meet his mouth until she trembled beneath him on their bed. Carloff climbed over her, slowly nipping here and there, to kiss her lips as he merged with her body and settled his cock deep inside her. He rode her hard for a time until Leslie stopped him.
Leslie rolled him over to assume the upper position and setting her own rhythm rode him as she would a wild stallion. At the height of their passion, Leslie bent over him and sank her fangs in his neck to draw his blood in great gulps, amazed at how much he had replenished his supply from her previous bite. With the next bite when the change would take place, Leslie knew she would need to be ravenous, to draw his blood low enough to bring him to the brink of death. When they at last climaxed, Carloff drifted off to sleep his quiet snores lulling Leslie to join him.
Night fell and Leslie was so satisfied, she slept late. Upon rising, she took wing and perched herself to watch the activities at the manor. Tonight she would not feed in order to be prepared to change Carloff the next night. Tonight she would observe.
Leslie had arrived late, too late to observe the funeral service, but not too late to watch Jamie walk up the path from the graveyard to the manor house with tears streaming down his face. He looked haggard and Leslie knew that Margaret had either died or Ignatio had changed her and Jamie believed her dead. In her owl form, she looked at the windows of the great manor and saw Margaret, who stood slightly behind a curtained window. Ignatio had changed her. Now Margaret was lady of the manor and at Ignatio’s tender mercies. Leslie almost felt sorry for the woman. She knew how bad he could be, but an inner sense warned her that Ignatio would be different with Margaret. When she saw the Count appear behind Margaret at the window, Leslie flew off, she had seen enough. Near dawn she happened to wing by again, just in time to see Jamie board a hired carriage with the baby and they were gone, destined for Scotland. Margaret remained behind. Jamie believed she was dead. Leslie returned to her cottage and to Carloff, tonight he would be one of the gifted.
“Carloff, my true love,” Leslie said slowly placing her long slender arms around his thick muscular neck, “tonight will be the night you will change and we must be sure that is what you want.”
“Yes, milady Leslie, that is what I have wanted since I came into your service.” Carloff said and drew her into a long, heated kiss that Leslie felt down to her toes.
They drew apart and Leslie looked into his eyes “I have some questions I want you to answer.”
“Of course. Milady,” Carloff agreed with a sly look in his eyes. He knew he could not keep his secrets from her any longer.
“How would a man who is the servant and driver for a Russian viscount come to learn how to read and write not only Russian but German and Latin?” She smiled at her handsome lover. “And how would you come to know the ways of the noblemen and women at court as I have often noticed you do?”
“I was not born a servant, milady, nor raised as one; but the son of a count, such as your Count Magonoff, but the second son and then disinherited because I would not bow to a false czar as your Count did. Yes I saw him many years ago, when I was a child of sixteen and he had lost his parents. My family comes from a fief many miles from here. I would not bow to a czar who proposed he was the rightful heir. Out of fear, my family turned their back on me and bade me leave their house.” Carloff pulled her closer. “And now I am your servant and yes I do wish to be a vampire and your mate.”
Leslie searched his deep gray eyes, their lips met and their passion flowed through their lips. Carloff lifted Leslie and bore her to their bed. Her cool hands only further aroused his desire for her and his cock grew in her grasp. Her lips bent to kiss his mighty cock, that had pleasured her so many times in their past together. She had never taken the time to return that pleasure, tonight she would. She gently tongued the head of his cock, putting her lips around it, sucking him in and drawing him deeper into her mouth to fill her throat. She contracted her throat around the head of his cock in a rhythmic motion. Carloff moaned his gratification, as she milked his thick cock until he thought he might cum in her mouth. He stopped her, wanting to save that pleasure for her cunt, but she had other plans. She began to lick his shaft and his balls, and kissed the spot where she would bite him the third time.
Carloff, ever mindful of Leslie’s pleasure, had tongued her cunny into a frenzy of heated wetness, bringing Leslie to her own state of climax. Leslie gently drove her fangs deep into the vein that ran beside his staff of pleasure and completed the transformation of Carloff into a vampire. Carloff would become an immortal that would be more than equal to Ignatio Magonoff in strength and power, but would not change into the sadistic, vengeful being that the Count had become. When Leslie had drunk the blood from Carloff necessary to complete the change, Carloff lay still beneath her for a moment. Leslie started to open her wrist to allow Carloff to renew himself from his own blood and become strengthened. She was startled when he took her wrist and using his new fangs for the first time, gently plunged them into her delicate wrist and began to draw blood from he
r on his own. Leslie groaned at the feeling of pleasure that flowed through her, as it did all vampires when another drew blood from them. A bite more heightening than sexual pleasure, yet connected to sex, in a way a mortal could never understand in the intensity of gratification. To Leslie’s further arousal, Carloff moved over her, his cock still steel hard and positioned himself at the entrance to her hot, wet tunnel, plunging his thick organ into her, drawing a raw, raspy gasp from her throat. Carloff smiled down into her ecstasy-swept face. He propelled his lady vampire until she cried out, her release begging him to find his, tears rolling from her eyes, as she found her body again matched his while he roared his relief. Carloff rolled to her side, gathering her in his giant arms to hold her precious body close to his own for long moments, until their breathing returned to normal.
“Let us both go now and find my first feed together, my love,” he said and kissed her lips lightly.
A haunted memory came to Leslie of Count Ignatio’s demand for his first feed after his change and how it contrasted with Carloff’s. She kissed Carloff sweetly.
Together they both changed into mated birds of prey, and on strong wings, by the light of a full moon, found their dinner. Afterwards, from their soaring vantage, they watched as Ignatio did the same on pawed feet. They returned to their cottage to rest for the day and Leslie slept with Carloff’s assurance that Ignatio would one day pay for the humiliation and pain he had heaped upon her.
Count Magonoff and Carloff had been in town earlier in the evening at the same time, though Carloff had been careful the Count didn’t see him, and Magonoff would have bought the book had Carloff not purchased it first. As fate would have it, Count Magonoff entered the same shop shortly after Carloff had left, looking for presents that would make Margaret feel more comfortable and ease her depression.
The old woman that owned and ran the shop was a devious businesswoman and had two copies of the same book, though she only displayed one at a time. Count Magonoff purchased the second copy, and a few other things that he thought Margaret would enjoy, then he returned to his manor. He fed on his way home, unaware he was being observed in his wolf guise. His observers unaware he had hidden the second copy along with his other purchases. He retrieved them when he changed back into human form and took them home.
Chapter Twelve
Ignatio was pleased with the book he had found and with all the purchases that he had made for Margaret. It had been several weeks since Margaret had been changed, and whereas he had not expected her to emotionally get over the loss of her husband and particularly her son quickly; he was hoping that she would soon begin to see him in a more loving light. He had done all he could think of to sway her affections to him, from presents, to being there when she was in need of companionship and comfort. She had finally begun to go with him to feed. This had been incredibly difficult for her, but she had done well the first time.
From time—to–time, Ignatio had the feeling he was being watched when he went on his nightly feeds, even when Margaret was with him. His senses being so keen, if it were a human he would know for sure, but another of his own kind could disguise himself or herself, and he would not necessarily be able to pinpoint the being. On his way from his feed this night, he had felt it even after he had also changed. He shrugged the sensation away and entered his home. Margaret was not there. Ignatio was a bit panicky until he heard a howl in the front of the manor and opened the door to watch a beautiful silver-gray female wolf change into the human form of Margaret. She laughed. An emotion he had not seen since her arrival with Jamie, one he hoped indicated she had begun to accept her future with him.
“I became hungry,” she shrugged. “It truly is a freeing sensation to change into a beast and run at top speed through the forest, hearing things you are normally unable to hear and smell what you normally cannot.”
“And did you feed?” Ignatio asked.
“Yes,” she said a bit shyly. “I came upon man who had kidnapped a little girl from her home. His intentions were not honorable. I separated them as a wolf. Him I fed from, I did not kill him, but I would imagine the pack of wolves close by did. Then as a woman I took the little girl home and, after she was safely inside, I changed back into a wolf and came home.”
“You did well for yourself this evening, my love,” Ignatio told her, leading her inside. “I have brought you a few things from town. I hope you like them.”
They entered the manor together, his arm around her waist. Ignatio smiled to himself, happy to see Margaret start to live again. She liked the sweet smelling bath soaps he had brought her, as well as the dress and nightgowns he had purchased. Unlike Lady Leslie, Ignatio had no intention of any rough sex games with Margaret, but the more gentle ones that he had enjoyed with his wife. Sweet little games that would heighten their mutual enjoyment of each other, but only if Margaret was of that nature. It had been a long seven weeks since she had given birth and been changed into a vampire. Her body had now returned to the slender womanly curves of her normal shape before the birth of her child. They had not shared a room and Ignatio had not pushed her. He had kissed her gently; she knew he desired her, for now, that was pressure enough. Soon he would take the next step.
“Thank you, Ignatio, for the gifts, but what is the book you bought?” she asked curious of its contents. Ignatio handed her the book. She took it and gently smoothed her hand over the leather of the cover. She wondered if the answer to her most poignant question might be in this little book. Margaret opened the book and carefully turned the old parchment, looking forward to translating the script. She thought of the little pink bundle she had kissed goodbye several weeks ago. How she had carried him for nine months and never dreamed she would part with him for many years. Would the answers to his future be found as well? And, if not here, in some other manuscript so that she might warn him before it was too late? A tear dropped on the leather of the old book as she sobbed and Ignatio drew her into his arms to hold her tightly. “Oh Ig..gy,” she hiccupped. “Will I ever know if my wee Jamie will turn into one of us?”
“I don’t know Margaret. But if we find out that he will, I swear we will warn him and do everything we can to find a solution,” Ignatio promised then he laughed.
She looked at him astonished that he would laugh at her sorrow, “What, may I ask is so funny?” her temper flaring.
“Iggy?” the Count asked.
“Oh!” Margaret flushed. “Now I have a nickname for you–Iggy.”
“A vampire named Iggy,” Ignatio repeated the name. Then they both laughed. Ignatio drew Margaret to him, held her close, and wiped away her tears. “Margaret, I love you. I have since the day I saw you.” He saw the questions in her eyes. “Yes even though you were pregnant–I still do. I know now that I did not love Leslie. I might have in time, but when she did this to me, it became something else, something–tainted.” Ignatio bent his lips to Margaret’s and kissed her. Not as he had before but with the passion that burned in him for her.
She didn’t pull away, but returned his kiss with a passion she had begun to feel for him. Margaret had read all the books Ignatio had accumulated on vampires and it led her to the conclusion, she had found true from her own experience. The act of the vampire biting and drawing the victim’s blood was erotic and tied directly to the passions of sex. She found herself drawn to Ignatio and had been since before she had given birth to her son. Margaret laced her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his masculine chest, lightly teasing his tongue with her own. Ignatio swept her legs from beneath her and carried her to his bed.
“Margaret, I want you so badly. Are you sure this is what you want?” Ignatio asked her.
“Yes, I am sure, come to me my Count,” Margaret said and began stripping his clothes off, Ignatio finished removing them. Then he slowly undressed Margaret, nuzzling her breasts as he teased her large nipples then sucking on them. He took his time, not wanting to rush–they had the rest of eternity.
Margaret’s hands
smoothed over his body, over his hips to run her fingers through his pubic hairs and grasp his cock in her hand. Fully aroused, Margaret was amazed at the size of his organ and the passion he displayed for her. Margaret reverently massaged his dick, as Ignatio kissed her body down to her pubic mound, to kiss her cunt and lick her labia, causing Margaret to spasm under his tender touch.
Ignatio knew she was close to climax, so he moved to mount her and gently positioned his cock at her nether mouth. While he kissed her, he merged with her hot and wanting body. Slowly he built their cadence into a frenzied pace, until both climaxed then lay complete in each other arms, exhausted, falling asleep for the remainder of the day.
Each woke with the resolve to find a cure to their situation. Margaret for fear that her son would suffer their fate and Ignatio wanting a normal man’s life with Margaret and a family of his own. Together, they vowed to search through the great knowledge centers of the world. Both eager to read the book that the Count had found at the little shop, hoping it would be a foundation in their efforts for a cure. Neither aware their efforts were being monitored.
Lady Leslie and Carloff found they were truly happy in each other’s arms. After a time, they only kept loose track of their avowed adversary, Count Magonoff. They waited for a time in the future when they would avenge the wrongs done to Leslie but held no ill-will for Margaret. They found their time better spent in each other’s arms. Perceptively they knew their time would come. After all, they both thought–what did a vampire have more of than time?
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