“Woman, sit down," barked Nikoli. Svetlana could stand the insults no more. This was her only daughter they were dragging away. She knew how he would deal with her insolence, but this time it was worth it.
"I shall not." The words were slow and controlled. “That is my daughter and I shall go with her." Nikoli raised his left hand as he had in weeks past. She braced for the hammer to strike her face again. Instead he waved it above his head, let out a terrible laugh and agreed.
"Dear Svetlana, where have my manners gone? By all means, join your young whore. We have other business to tend to."
Svetlana and Sasha both let out a sigh of relief. For once his heavy hand had not struck her aging face. The women got up and started exiting the room. Sasha stopped and motioned for the other girls to join them. The men needed some time together.
With only the men left, Kirilli retook his seat. "Nikoli, how is the plan progressing? If we all survive the next few hours, we must implement the plan immediately. The food supply is getting dangerously low. I do not relish the thought of feeding on these Germans." He thought back to the night he had taken the SS Captain. The Germans blood had revived his body in a way the blood of the locals hadn't. It was rich and bountiful with the nutrients he had not tasted in some time. It had revitalized his body and senses, unlike those they had agreed to feed upon with the forged agreement. But it was the taste he remembered the most. It reminded him of copper not properly cleansed of its impurities, tainted and sour.
“The plan I have prepared is progressing well. As soon as our business is concluded tonight, we will be ready to start acting on what must be done. I will provide the details later."
Kirilli uneasily accepted the answer. "Good. It is time gentlemen." And with that, the men rose and headed to the master bedroom. No words, just the shuffling of boots and shoes echoed off of the clean, stone floor.
The halls were as immaculate as the rest of the palace. Kirilli led them for at least fifty meters, passing large oil paintings that hung from the walls, of humans long since deceased. What a waste of good oil, were the thoughts moving through Nikoli's calculating brain. What a feast all of these mere mortals would have been. So stately. So arrogant. So dead.
Kirilli stopped in front of a large, highly polished door. He removed the key from his pocket, placed it in the receiver and unlocked the door. The sound of the latch releasing could be heard for five meters. He pushed it open. The door made no sound. Obviously the hinges had been well polished and oiled like the rest of this palace. What a waste of time and effort. Time better spent hunting. Cleaning was for humans, not our kind. The men were flooded with the light of three hundred candles. Even Nikoli was impressed. The massive bed was placed in the middle of the room. The canopy cover had been removed allowing all of the light from the candelabras and chandelier to penetrate and eliminate any shadows in the room. The light glistened off the oversized bed. No detail would be missed when the young couple arrived.
"Kirilli, you have outdone yourself. Maybe Svetlana and I will take a turn after the children, or maybe you and Sasha could join us?"
Kirilli was not amused at the remarks. "Nikoli, we are here for business not pleasure. We have a task to complete. Our minds must be focused on the main issue, not simple pleasures. Please, maintain your juvenile comments for another time. This is going to be hard enough."
Kirilli's comments were cold and clipped. Nikoli had never seen this side of Kirilli. The words struck a chord which brought back memories of words from books and the mouths of Genghis, Napoleon, and Von Schliemann … mental note. Do not underestimate an opponent. He would have to yield to those wise words.
Kirilli nodded to Sergei, "It is time." Without a word of acknowledgment he left the room. He returned in a few moments with Dmitri who was dressed in a dark red wool robe. The family crest of the Boilermaker’s was prominently displayed on the back. His eyes were those of a doll's, lifeless and glassy. They retained their deep blue hue, but that was all.
“Father, I am ready." For a vampire, Dmitri was a wonderful physical specimen, tall, handsome, and physically fit. He would have made a fine Romanov, thought Nikoli. If the mating is successful, this child could be a force he would be able to nurture and to teach the true ways of their heritage.
A few moments later a hidden anteroom door opened close to the bed. Out stepped Sasha followed by the smaller girls. Svetlana and Nicole came out last. Nicole was stunning. Even under the thick, purple, full length robe she wore, her features were quite noticeable. She resembled the perfect object of desire for breeding. Her features were soft and pleasing. She evoked all of the qualities of a girl becoming a woman. To strangers, she had the qualities of a princess, long flowing brunette hair, shimmering blue eyes, and a perfect hour-glass figure. She had acquired her mother’s hard facial features. Her cheek bones were set midway up her face, giving her face the illusion of always smiling. Her teeth were straight and pearly white. She was never allowed to go into town by herself for fear the local males might attempt to approach her and sample her goods.
Kirilli motioned for Dmitri to take his place on the right side of the bed. Nicole slowly moved to the left side. Kirilli then paired off each attendee with alternating clan members. If they stood as individual clans it would defeat the purpose. They must stand side by side as they would when facing the Germans, a united force.
Kirilli arranged them in a semi-circle. He took care with Sasha and Svetlana. Kirilli and Nikoli stood side by side with the wives respectively to either their left or right. It would be the women who could cause the greatest disturbance. The men would be in a position to ward off any unwarranted actions by either of them. Now what? No one had thought about how to start the spectacle. It was Dmitri who made the first move.
“Nicole, I do this not for my own pleasure, but for the continued existence of our respective clans. I wish you no harm or shame.”
Shame, thought Svetlana. His speaking to her has already brought shame to us. What is to follow is just a horrible aberration. She might not have liked what he said, but she was impressed with the delivery. His words were smooth and kind, not cold and harsh as she had become accustomed to over the past decades.
Dmitri moved around the bed and took Nicole by the waist. He applied a small kiss to the side of her lips. It could easily have been passed off as one of tenderness. Sasha cringed with the touch. Svetlana was motionless. He slowly untied the heavy wool belt on her robe, and moved his hands slowly inside, resting them on her bare hips. She held her head low. He could feel her body trembling from his touch. She had never been this close to a man for pleasure, it had always been for survival. She felt her heart rate increase as his strong firm hands took hold of her waist. Beads of sweat started seeping out of her smooth pristine skin. She could feel a strange warm fluid moving through her veins. It was accentuating her every sense imaginable, adrenaline. It was more pleasurable than blood from a fresh kill. She gently placed the palm of her hands on Dmitri’s hairless, muscled chest. Her fingers detected the same reactions from him that she was experiencing - the rapid heartbeat, the sense of warm fluid raging through his veins and arteries, and the sense of sweat beads permeating from his warm muscular chest. Dmitri didn’t force any movements. He moved his hands up and down her smooth soft sweet skin, still hidden under the robe. He knew what would happen next. Did Nicole? Kirilli had told him that when they mate, the body would automatically start changing. The process could not be stopped once it started. If the pair was meant to mate they would, encountering only minor problems, but if the union was forced, the odds that one of them would die were indeed high. The female would become enraged with the smell of blood and start feasting on her mate. She would not realize what had happened until transforming back to human form.
Nicole, strangely, found herself enjoying the feel of Dmitri’s hands on her flesh. Her mother was wrong. The touch of a man can be exciting and exhilarating. She was enjoying the new sensations, even if he was a Boirarsky; he wa
s a man and appeared to know what he was doing. She felt his hands move up, lightly brushing her firm young breasts. His hands rested on her shoulders and slowly moved down her arms sliding her robe with them. It fell heavily to the floor. Svetlana was doing everything she could to restrain herself, but now with Dmitri’s naked body fully pressed against her daughter's, she could restrain herself no more.
“NO! NO! Stop this now. I forbid it. I forbid this joining and the mockery it makes of the Romanov and me. Stop this now!” Nikoli raised his left hand preparing to jar the senses back into his wife, but was interrupted with soft direct words,
"Mother, it’s fine. It is for the good of the clan and our existence. Please, Mother, I will be fine.”
Svetlana was not satisfied with her answer. What did she know of men and their treachery? She was too young to participate in this vile exercise. “Nicole, I command you to stop. Dmitri, remove your hands from her immediately.”
Both Dmitri and Nicole were now staring at her. The men and other children stood at the ready to intervene if the situation grew worse.
“Mother,” replied Nicole in a condescending tone. “It is time to stop sheltering me from the world. I could have easily declined to accept Father’s demand, but I did not. I chose for the clan, I chose for our existence, and I chose for myself. So, please Mother, refrain from any more interference. I am going to join with Dmitri to cement the deal between Father and Kirilli.”
And with that, she drew Dmitri’s face down towards her partially parted lips, deeply kissing him and pressing her warm naked body against his. She could sense Dmitri was becoming aroused. She wanted to feel this man in her virgin body. She yearned for his strong hands to force themselves on her. She could taste the sweat coming out of his pores. All of her senses were fully heightened. Dmitri picked her up and laid her on the bed. Was Nicole aware of how her body would react as they joined? Had Svetlana or Sasha prepared her for the change? Dmitri's animal instincts were overtaking him. He wanted the entire woman as evidenced by the massive swelling in his groin. They kissed long and hard. The sound of their dual heartbeats reverberated through the room. The racing of adrenaline and blood rushing through their veins took on the sound of a raging flood in spring. Dmitri sat up, pulling Nicole with him. They stared deep into each other’s eyes as he fully removed his robe. He pulled Nicole up and onto his lap. Each had only one hand showing. The other was somewhere between their legs.
Dmitri pulled Nicole close to his face and whispered, “Are you ready, Nicole?”
With an obliging smile, she nodded consent. Sasha and Svetlana knew exactly what the missing hands were holding. They could barely restrain themselves from crying out for the fate chosen for their children. Each knew that if they interrupted, both men would silence them in a minute. Kirilli might appear wise and steadfast, but he had not retained leadership of the Boirarskys by being a soft leader. When the time came, he could be as brutal and ruthless as any (Svetlana had recently witnessed this in the storage building).
Sasha turned towards Kirilli muttering, “I cannot watch this. I will not watch this. What will this achieve?”
The words Kirilli spoke came out like daggers of icy cold death.
“Wife, you will watch and you will not interfere.” The words were loud enough for Nikoli and Svetlana to hear. Whether intentional or not, the words were taken exactly as he had spoken them, very seriously.
Nicole positioned herself for Dmitri. She gazed deep into his eyes, “I’m ready.” And together they slowly guided him between her soft folds. At first she winced with pain as he slowly entered her. Her breath rushed out with a small moan of pain and pleasure.
“Nikoli, I warn you…” This time Nikoli gave no hint of the blow. His right open hand slapped her left check hard.
“Silence, woman!”
Sasha winced at the sound of his hand hitting Svetlana's rough skin. Kirilli took a quick glance at the couple and then his wife. She remained silent.
Nicole spoke quietly, “Wait, Dmitri, let me readjust.” She moved a few centimeters closer towards him and arched the small of her back.
“Now, take me.” The feeling of pain turned to pleasure as Dmitri dove deeper and deeper into her sweet virginity. He was fully inside of her. Her arms were gripped around his neck. Her head lowered so he couldn’t see her eyes. Her soft words started getting louder,
“yes, Yes, Yes, YES!” She slowly raised her head. He could feel her throbbing and pulling on him. He too, was experiencing an unknown pleasure. Fathers can only teach their sons so much. Other things must be experienced for oneself. The pleasure quickly turned to pain. Her body was transfixing into a hard cold vice. As she raised her head, he could see and sense the change was starting. Her ice blue eyes were taking on a strange greenish glow. The sound of bones cracking and splitting in the jaw and forehead were very pronounced. The soft features she had so recently shown were turning into something unthinkable. He could feel the nails in her hands starting to grow. Her vocal cords were no longer whispering words, but instead uttered guttural sounds only heard in the dark forests and mountains of this region.
Nicole also noticed that the feelings of pleasure were giving away to immense pain. Dmitri was growing inside of her to a size she could not accommodate. His breath was taking on the characteristics of dead flesh. His smooth muscular chest was producing heavy wiry strands of black coarse hair. The fingers resting on her hips were oozing liquid as his nails were replaced with razor sharp talons. His strong handsome features were taking on the qualities of a mad dog. His words no longer made sense; only guttural sounds could be heard coming through his flaring nostrils. Their change was almost complete. Now comes the true test. Would they continue with this sordid event or rip each other to shreds?
Each of the members stood transfixed at the wicked sight - two vampires locked together in either a ritual of mating or a macabre intimate dance of death. Even the two joined did not know where the path would lead. They would not be able to separate until one or the other occurred.
Kirilli could feel the air in the massive bedroom turning stale, a sign that more than just Nicole and Dmitri were changing. He had anticipated this would happen. The sight of mating vampires around others was like a feeding frenzy out of control. Change came over them like the north winds blasting out of the Arctic Circle, unstoppable. He too felt the change coming upon himself.
Dmitri and Nicole were almost unrecognizable. The soft smooth skin had the appearance of rough-hewn leather. What had been well manicured hair now was nothing more than a jumble of tangled knots. Their voices depicted the rasping of wounded animals. Sweat poured in waves from their pores. Nicole was the first to start the dance. Her first scream pierced the silence. Her jaw opened wide revealing those steely fangs of life or death, depending on the target. The sound hammered and bounced off the cold stone walls encompassing the room. Dmitri was not intimidated, for his change was already complete. His senses were deflected towards the terrible grip she held him in. He in turn answered her cry with one of his own but with a deeper more robust tone. Their sounds were deafening. The others could do nothing but watch and wait, except Svetlana. Her defiance to the affair rushed the change through her human form. The sight of her daughter unable to release herself from Dmitri was too much. Nikoli had gripped her right hand hard to ensure she did not interfere. He felt her nails turning into sharp deadly knives. They were starting to break the skin on the back side of his hand. He would have to rapidly change in order to keep her at bay, but he hated doing it so fast. If one wasn’t careful, the change could overload the body with catastrophic results; death was the least of them. Transform too quickly out of fear or hate and the body would stay suspended between human and vampire. The result, they would never be able to feed, for the holes in the incisors would not open. The passages that allowed that thick, rich blood to the myriad of starving capillaries, would be permanently blocked by the jawbones, which had not provided proper room for the expanding teeth. But
he had to risk it. Svetlana could very easily ruin everything.
Another piercing cry came from both of the mates as they struggled to pull apart from each other. Their eyes were producing a dark red fire. They were vainly attempting to disengage. Their claws were digging deep into each other’s chest in a futile effort to remove the other from their body. Dark, thick blood started oozing from the wounds. The smell coming off their bodies was that of decomposing flesh. Nicole struck first with a hard smash to the right of his face from her left hand. Her claws hung and dug deep into his hide, for it no longer resembled flesh. Dmitri howled at the pain but did not fight back. He grabbed her hips and started pumping into her. She cried more with each stoke. Her free right hand dug into the left side on his neck. Her instincts were guiding her to attempt to sever his carotid artery, yet as her claws fished for it, something inside stopped her. What used to be Dmitri, kept pulling her onto him hard and ferociously. She responded by lowering her face and biting his shoulder deeply. Her teeth tore into muscle, ligaments and tendons. She could taste his blood but did not feed on it. She was muffling her cries of pain into his body. Dmitri became more forceful with her sucking on him.
Svetlana could take it no more. Her change was complete. She gripped Nikoli’s hand hard in an effort to break it as she attempted to lunge onto the bed and stop this insanity. Her action was halted with a massive blow to her jaw. She could feel herself being lifted off the ground and propelled through the air. Her mind numbed as her body slammed hard into the stone wall. Nothing but darkness enveloped her mind. Her tongue detected a disturbing find; one of her incisors had been loosened from the blow. Nikoli stood over her body and let out an approving yell. You could almost detect the human laugh in his cry.
All of the other participants had completely transformed. The air was heavy with a harsh intense feeling. All of the oxygen in the room was being devoured. Oxygen didn’t matter when they were completely changed, it wasn’t necessary for them to survive. It could be stored in their bodies as camels store water. They howled and snarled at each other, neither approving nor disapproving of the actions they were witnessing.
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