by K. M. Liss
XSEX Books
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Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it, while at times based on real figures, are purely the work of the author’s imagination.
Thanks & Acknowledgments
Love and thanks to my family and friends, for believing in me and encouraging me to write my little heart out.
Chapter 1
November 2012, London Heathrow Airport
She locked eyes with the attractive male flight attendant as she showed him her boarding card, and smiled at him seductively. He immediately abandoned his welcoming post and followed her to her seat, fussing around her and helping her stow her bag in the overhead locker, oblivious to the queue of glaring and disgruntled passengers gathering behind them.
"Thanks for your help," Severina purred while sliding into her seat.
"Oh, it's my pleasure miss," the attendant replied, admiring her with ogling eyes.
"Do you usually provide such first class service?" she asked with the faintest glint of yellow flashing in her hypnotic gaze.
"Um…I'd like to think so ma'am," he answered a little flustered.
She looked him up and down and ran her tongue across her full red lips.
"Well then, you'd better get on it with it man before an insurrection breaks out behind you," she said with a snigger while motioning towards the angry line of people standing behind him waiting to be seated. He quickly turned with a reddened face and excused himself to get back to his boarding duties.
Severina chuckled silently to herself. Sometimes it was such fun being who she was and looking as she did. She could command and monopolise the attentions of anyone.
She tried to feel positive and relaxed even though she had not heard from Raffaele for some time. That did not mean anything of course, because he did not carry a mobile phone, nor did she. That was something she planned to rectify soon. She had no way of contacting him and there were important issues at stake. He was obviously very busy and preoccupied. Still, she was sticking to their plan, leaving as soon as she could, after sowing the seeds of discontent in the household. She was travelling alone to meet with her brother Vincenzo, Raffaele, and Sabato in Rome. They were all to rendezvous at the Refugio.
After the plane had lifted off the runway, she dozed and daydreamed. Raffaele invaded her thoughts. He always did. Day and night. She was completely enamoured with him. His looks. His sexual games. His scent. His perfect mannerisms. She felt a tide of pure arousal at the merest thought of him. His beautiful sharp nails playing on her skin and his long silky soft hair in her hands. Her insides suddenly drew up tightly as she remembered the way his eyes flashed so brightly as she made him come with her tongue.
Severina was highly accomplished in matters of the bed chamber. Her Lord had taught her so very well. There was nothing she did not know about the world of sex, erotic sadism, and finding avenues of pleasure with another like minded individual. But she had discovered she had a softer side. She would only admit this to herself but she loved her times of close loving intimacy in his bed the most of all. When they whispered secret endearments to each other and touched gently and lovingly. She was becoming exceeding jealous of all his other women lately. Particularly the newly installed 'Princess' Calista, but she understood the need for keeping their relationship casual and beyond suspicion. Hopefully it would be at an end soon.
After an uneventful two hour flight, she left Rome Fiumicino airport in a taxi and requested to be taken to an address at the northern end of the Catacombs. She paid and tipped the greasy overweight taxi driver twenty cents and watched him with glee as he pursed his lips with disgust and sped off. She stood outside the secret Refugio entrance gate with her bag slung across her shoulder and took a good look around. A young man was speaking on his mobile phone on the opposite side of the road. She could not enter with an obvious eyewitness. It was one of the few rules of the Refugio, absolute secrecy and care when entering and exiting the premises. She decided to use his presence positively and approached him, walking across the road slowly, with a sexy, hip swinging walk.
His eyes took her in and openly raked her up and down with desire. She knew she looked so hot. Her long curly dark hair shone in the sunlight, and her face was breathtakingly stunning with the subtle hues of her fine cosmetics. Her faded low cut designer jeans hugged her hips tightly, and the black high heels not only added to her sex appeal, but made her feel more confident and feminine as well. The low cut, black silky top she had chosen clearly suggested that nothing was worn beneath it. His jaw dropped open in awe. He clicked off his phone without speaking another word.
“Hello, I was wondering, do you know where the entrance to the Catacombs is to be found? The taxi driver has brought me to the wrong place, I think,” She asked him in Italian with a beautifully sexy, sweeping eyed look, designed to melt him on the spot.
The young man smiled widely at her, bewitched by the sight before him and cleared his thick throat, trying to find his voice.
“Errr... the Catacombs... Well...” He began in a befuddled, besotted and idiotic grinning state. Every man smiled at Severina, and with such lust showing in their eyes. Her golden eyes drew them in, intimately. It was all deliberate, and well rehearsed, this brazen approach of hers. She leant forward as if to whisper in his ear and struck. From the moment her razor sharp vampire fangs sunk into his vulnerable neck he was lost in a trance. She held him up, simulating a lover's embrace, and fed for a good minute, then disengaged from his neck and started to drag him off to the nearby wall for his recovery.
“What the hell,” She said out loud and dropped her feed in a crumpled heap on the spot. “Might as well get in the swing of things,” She laughed to herself as she made her way quickly to the rusting iron gates before he started to come round. After a brief look about her, to ensure her privacy, she took out her key from her purse and unlocked the gate. She slipped inside and relocked it and passed into the shadows. Twenty steps into the darkness she met with the wooden door. She knocked loudly three times and then three times again. A small window in the door slid to one side.
“Who comes?” An old and raspy Italian voice asked her. One bleary red eye peered out of the dim light of the passage beyond and then the thin gaunt face of Michello came into view.
“Severina Basteri. I am waiting for some friends, with Alfredo.”
“Aye, aye, I remember you now. Enter my lovely.” The door opened with a rattle of the bolt being drawn back and a squeak of the hinges.
She stepped inside the door and regarded the human doorkeeper. No vampire would ever do this job. Hanging around the door day and night, guarding them all. The inhabitants paid his meagre living expenses and a little more for his loyalty. He was so old now though. They would need to find another replacement soon.
“Hungry my beauty?” He offered her his scrawny neck, licking his lips in anticipation. “Two euro for a good long suck. It'll save you going out later.”
“I just fed,” Severina replied, trying to hide her disgust. She would have to be desperate to draw from this sad old sack of bones. She looked at his yellowed fingers and subtly sniffed his nicotine and wine addled aroma. He was obviously still drinking heavily and smoking like a chimney too.
I suppose he's got to do something to while away the hours.
“Shame, shame... Another time maybe?”
“You should think about retiring soon,” She urged.
One more over long feed might prove to be fatal. He was looking quite frail. He must be in his late seventies by now.
“Perhaps next year,” He replied while flashing her an almost toothless grin. “I like my job.”
Hmmm, he liked the trance and the high it provided when some drunken v
ampire actually took him up on his offer. That's what he really liked about his job. It was the only way he was going to get off at his age.
He was too old to be a blood whore, but she was too polite to say.
“That may be one year too late. Do reconsider Michello and make it bloody soon,” She said seriously, walking away and down the main passage.
His wheezing laughter echoed behind her but it was soon drowned out by the whooping, screeching, and snarling cacophony of noise that reached her from the living quarters. It was always bedlam in here. The sexual antics of these wild vampires amused and entertained her to no end. Vampire days were so long and there was precious little else to do down here other than gambling and drinking. They were always at it, no matter whom with, male or female... Anything and any number joining in the coupling was fair game in this wretched place. But then again, she had been just as bad. She had indulged heavily for some time. With no fear of pregnancy, no sexually transmitted diseases, and better still no one judging you, why the hell not? She had never been one to romp in groups but she had had many partners. Nowadays she was far choosier though. The divine Raffaele and the exceptionally athletic Lorenzo, a Chinese Italian, were the only two she allowed in her bed. And they were more than enough to keep her satisfied.
She turned left into the Italian section. Vampires lived amongst those who spoke the same language. There were many languages housed in here, Arabic, French, Spanish, English, and even Icelandic. She walked for a few moments through the noisy low lit caverns.
She wasn't looking forward to hanging around down here. The stagnant hot air of the tunnels was filled with the sickly stench of her unwashed, lice ridden kindred, lazing in their bloodied and grimy clothes. The pungent smell of urine and even more unpleasant odours invaded her nostrils as she continued her journey. Sometimes having enhanced senses was far from a blessing. She toned down her sense of smell dramatically as the odour became stronger. There were no baths, showers, or lavatories in this underground home for vampires. It was basic with a capital B. If you wanted to be clean you had to go outside to bathe in the river. Most didn't bother to wash, ever, and used a bucket for their other needs. The inhabitants of the Refugio were not only dirty, but also uncouth and very foul mouthed.
Severina was nothing like them. In fact, she was their complete polar opposite. She enjoyed her culture far too much due to her upbringing. Thanks to her wealthy wine merchant parentage, she and her twin brother Vincenzo had benefited from a privileged education at a private Montessori institute in Milan. She had a strong sense of self-worth and personal identity, encouraged by her schooling and a taste for the finer things in life that having access to large sums of money had allowed. Fine wines, literature, the Theatre and the arts were her loves. On the other hand, she was also a very modern girl. She loved the positive aspects of popular culture too. Fashion, music, dancing, and the freedom to express herself however she liked were all things she enjoyed so much.
Her cultured ways had enabled her to blend in well with the Gianni. If she was really honest with herself, the London household was her ideal place to live. In fact that was her long term plan after certain changes took place and she became mated to her Lord. She enjoyed the peace and tranquillity inside the house and it was always fresh and clean. She loved to laze in her bath for hours, smothering herself in divine smelling concoctions, whilst listening to all kinds of beautiful and sexy music on the little iPod that Vini had sent her as a gift.
Needless to say, the dwellers of the Catacombs possessed virtually none of the finer qualities that she did. Most down here were into self destruction, filth, and corrupt behaviour. Although this bloodsucking sanctuary aroused her early vampire memories wildly from time to time, she felt a general abhorrence towards their grungy lifestyle nowadays.
She had lived here for a while and had accepted it without question when she and Vincenzo had been turned by Alfredo, or Fro as he preferred to be called. Fro was a young vampire from the ancient Ristorian family. They had met him in a popular bar in the seventies where he regularly browsed for his prey. He had introduced them to his world and his home. She had found it exciting and liberating back then. The smell and filth had not bothered her unduly. It was quite true that you got used to it after a while and barely noticed it. Surely she should still embrace this type of vampirism wholeheartedly? Was she not mixing with her family, her kind, and the only true vampires? There were many Ristorian vampires in the tunnels. Some had no idea who they were and didn't care. Known Giannis wouldn't live in these squalid conditions, but she was sure there were a few down here, oblivious to their lineage.
She had obviously spent far too long being soft and pampered, she chided herself. This short visit would do her good. This was why Raffaele returned to Rome so many times through the years, to recharge his batteries and sharpen his true nature and instincts. A week at the Refugio would certainly bring out the baser side in anyone.
She smiled and relaxed as she continued forth.
Mmmm, a spot of roughing it with the filthiest creatures of blood, indulging in my nasty side... Maybe it isn't so bad after all... I'll detox when we get back to London.
Hopefully she would only be here for a short time anyway, until the others arrived.
With her... 'Lady' fucking Calista... The rich little bitch.
Glowing golden eyes and a sea of beautiful faces stared in fascination through the bars of the cells as she glided past them like a haute couture model.
Someone called out “Sevi... Come suck me...” very loudly.
“Go suck yourself you fucking creep,” She called back to a round of hissing laughter.
Oh yes... It's great down here. How I've missed it.
Her lips twitched with the hint of a smile as she turned the last corner and made her way to Fro's cell, their designated meeting point. She arrived at his door and saw Fro reading by candle light, facing away from her. She smiled and her heart leapt at the sight of his tousled short fair hair and the fine set of his shoulders.
“Hey hot stranger,” She announced to his back. He turned quickly with a big smile.
“Sevi, sweet pants... Well lookie at you... Christ, my eyes are boiling already!” His Italian American slang had always made her giggle and she couldn't stop herself. He let her in and hugged her tightly and kissed her face enthusiastically.
He looked after himself. He was relatively clean and well dressed. Not a feral, like a lot of the others. She wondered why he still lived down here after so many years. Surely he could find a better place, a fresher smelling home. She wrinkled her nose in disgust over his shoulder. Sabato and Vincenzo had offered to take him into their apartment in Milan but he had declined.
He was obviously well and truly institutionalised, the poor bastard...
“Pleased to see me then?” She smiled at him brightly.
“Of course I'm pleased to see you,” He said with feeling and then he sighed, “You haven't visited me for twenty or is it thirty years... Is that any way to treat the one who gave you your immortality?”
“Now don't start on me. Kiss me properly, my old 'friend'."
They kissed each other passionately for a long time, their tongues playing with each others. His hands slipped under her top, around her waist and then up to her naked breasts.
“Fancy a quickie?” He asked her, breathing heavily into her ear.
“No, I am no longer like that. I have certain interests,” She replied tactfully removing his hands from their intimate exploration.
“Don't tell me... let me guess. He's tall, has long dark hair, is into sado big time and tells you he loves you in Latin..?”
She laughed at his obvious knowledge of Raffaele. “Ah, so you know him.”
“Yeah, and he gets up to all sorts when he's here. So I think you should do the same. Come on... for old times sake. Just once? Fucking hell, I don't believe it... I'm actually begging you to fuck me... Look! Down on my knees I am.” He sank down in front of her with his
palms together.
She relented fast and with a wicked smile.
“Oh, all right... I'm feeling rather aroused by you, I must admit. But not a quickie. I like to take things more slowly when I can.” She gave him a wink as she slipped out of her heels and slowly undid the buttons on her top, exposing her tantalizing breasts. Then she shimmied out of her tight jeans and laid down on his bench, the low style of bed they all slept upon down in the Catacombs. She kept her dazzling eyes riveted on Fro and tried not to think about what may be lurking in the thin mattress. But all things considered, it looked clean enough anyhow.
His eyes glowed brightly as he joined her moments later, his gaze sweeping up and down her luscious and curvy, yet slim and inviting body.
“Severina, I don't think there is a single female vampire in this whole world more sexy or beautiful than you.” He took a long breath, inhaling deeply between her legs. “So tasty and fresh a scent. You are so sweet.” His tongue licked lazily across her stomach and up to her neck. His sharp fangs bit her in the curve of her shoulder and she sighed in rapture as he took a brief draw of her blood.
She chuckled deeply when his words finally clicked in her brain. “Me, sweet? Ha ha! That is so amusing. Hold on to that thought for a moment Fro my love and prepare for the real Sevi.” She delighted in her sexual confidence and authority and took charge of them, setting about him with an animal possessiveness. She pushed him down and sat astride him, tipping his chin up with her finger to kiss him wildly as she forced him hard inside her with a deep growl.
“Well now... This I am liking...! Tell me, how long are you staying?”
“Shut the fuck up, I'm busy, let your mind and hands wander all over me honey.”
“Yes ma'am!”