Chapter 1 Presence for a beautiful daughter

The Princess

I sit here contemplating all that has happened - wondering if it was a fantasy or factual. Maybe I should explain what occurred and you decide if it was true or make believe.

I have always felt a dark presence. Almost from childhood I knew something wicked lurked through our world but unable to see it or name it. Oh, but I felt it. Like it was watching me. Waiting for me. The dark presence didn't hinder my life. I married, had children, a career, a home. A life. But still the dark presence was always there. I knew it. Now I wonder did the darkness know I felt it and just waited for a specific time to make itself known to me. Was there something mystical about that time? I have called this dark presence "it." The dark presence is not an "it" but definitely a "he." And he made himself known to me on one summer's night.

Summers in this part of the country are normally hot and humid. But we've always preferred the fresh air in the evenings to the stale air from air conditioners. Ceiling fans and open windows are a norm for us. I like to hear the sounds from outside during the nights. The occasional dog barking gives warning. The crickets chirping bring peace of mind. This night had neither warning nor peace of mind. The open windows allowed for a comforting breeze. The ceiling fan hummed.

I was in my husband's arms, restless for some unnamed cause. We had just made exquisite love. My pussy was still swollen from cumming while my husband had eaten my cunt and sucked on my clit. I'd cum again two or three times and then finally one magnificent time when he had tied my arms and legs to the bed and fucked me hard and intensely while the butt plug was rammed inside my tight ass. The toys from our night of play were scattered on the bed: the butt plug, the vibrator, the fur ties, a blind fold and ball gag, my nipple clamps and his whip.

This night I felt the dark presence. I went to the window and looked out. I pushed up the screen to see the sky and moon more clearly. But they weren't there. It was cloudy. A rain storm was approaching. I went to check on the kids one more time as I always do when I'm up at odd hours and forgot about the raised screen. I crawled back into bed and into my husband's arms when I intensely felt the dark presence. A chill raced over my body as I shivered. That's when I was him. He was 6 foot tall and lean, dressed all in black with a black cape. I wasn't scared. I knew it was him. I had been waiting my entire life for him to make himself known. Now he was at the foot of my bed staring at me with cold, soulless eyes.

He looked at my husband and nodded. I knew immediately that he had put my husband into an induced sleep. I knew the dark presence had come for me. He saw through me. He knew the only concern I had was for the safety of my children. I don't know how I knew he knew but I did. Just in the same way I knew by looking into his black eyes my children would come to no harm. The darkness was to take me alone.

Again, I got out of bed but this time I went to him. I knelt before him in honor of him. As I went to my knees, a crash of lightening brought light into the room. I saw him bring the cape over me and cover his eyes. Yes, the undead, the darkness, had weaknesses and limits. I heard the window go down and the curtains shut. The light from the storm would not stop him.

His cold hands came to my head and he pushed me completely to the floor. I understood my place immediately. Unlike with my husband, this was no game. Then he spoke. The words were simple. I was his. The voice was soft yet firm. Again he spoke and commanded I remove the nightgown I had put on earlier. I sat up and slipped the wispy covering over my head. I sat before him completely exposed. Then our eyes met. And he smiled. I knew for sure what this dark presence was. His fangs revealed his story. For the truth his nature was known in his fangs. He is the undead. His passion, his hunt, his embrace and ultimately his kiss left nothing to the imagination. I now knew my destiny.

The Vampire

I stared down at my beautiful quarry and I probed her mind. I never kill anyone but the evil-doer, (well almost never), and this one was chosen to satisfy my thirst and my lust. However, I had plans for this one in addition to the normal slaking of my carnal desires.

Mon dieu, but I forget my manners, my name is Brat and I was made 181 years ago by the notorious Lestat de LionCourt. I was a direct descendant of the LionCourts, a family branch residing in New Orleans. Because of that lineage, I do share some of my father's flair and behaviors and, might I say, a certain disrespect for the conventions and rules of the vampire community. I am better looking than him; however, he may disagree with my assessment.

My prey tonight is a woman who I have been following for quite some time. One advantage of eternity is that we can have favorite individuals or families that hold special interest to us that we track and act as their guardian angels.

One thing that causes many vampires to do themselves in, however, is a connection or bond with a being that causes them great pain as they grow old and die. Of course, there are strict rules against playing with our food but I can't resist.

Ann is the part of an offshoot of the Mayfair clan: the de la Courts. That they share the last part of my name is not a coincidence. That Ann "feels" a presence is twofold. (I am a mind reader, you know). One, I have been watching her since a little child, since she is my daughter. To say that I was surprised that I could father children is an understatement. For you dear reader, that is a whole other story for another time. Two, a contributing factor is the spirit that resides in her and all of her clan. The spirit was called Lasher and other names by the royal Wicca families, the offspring of this entity and a race of beings named Taltos enabled the capability for vampires to impregnate humans. I am still trying to figure out why and how but to this point it is a secret that I share with no one.

This beautiful one may possess the capability of continuing the LionCourt bloodline. To impregnate her tonight is not my purpose, I need to taste some of her blood to validate that she is "the one", or as the Mayfair's call it, the designee. The designee's blood has a flavor that is somewhat different than the delicious blood of the normal populace. To know for sure, I must taste her and excite her at the same time. I unfortunately have accidentally killed some of the family in a paroxysm of lust and thirst. This always happened when the choice of my passion was not the designee. Fortunately, this has happened only once a generation, and since I have learned the right "taste" it has not happened in decades.

She lay before me and her scent and her fear were already causing me to get hard. This was an excellent sign. I took off my cape, I usually don't wear one, but I find it increases the romance and provides a little flair to the evening. In addition, I knew from reading her mind on many occasions that she would become wet at the thought of a vampire in full regalia.

I now moved to her on the floor and stared into her violet eyes, (another delicious sign of the designee). My own clear baby blues were working the magic on her and I watched as her shivering gave way to a wave of flush in her cheeks and the telltale erection of her nipples. God, she was beautiful and I wanted her even if she wasn't the one.

As I moved down to her she turned her head as if on command offering her neck and let our a gasp, her legs also opened up to me and I reached to feel her blossoming flower.

Quite unexpectedly, she reached out with her hand and grabbed my throbbing member through my pants and started to unzip my fly. My eyes went wide with lust as I grunted and laughed.

"You are a little wild one, aren't you my daughter?" I whispered in her ear and I gave her lobe a playful flick with my tongue.

She groaned and loosened my pants with both her hands, and I smiled again at the sight of her wanton lust for me and the coolness of the night air on my ass. She grabbed me forcefully and guided me to her waiting pussy, which was already snapping with desire. We both moaned loudly as I buried my thick 8" dick in her to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I felt her cervix spasm and she screamed in ecstasy as I sank my fangs into her. I swooned as I felt the surge of her delicious blood fill my mouth.

Princess

Never had I felt an orgasm so quickly. But I didn't know if it was it his thrust or his mouth that caused such a level of unfathomable pleasure. My pussy was filled completely with his beautiful hard cock and his mouth opened the vessels of blood in my neck. Warmth filled me sexually and the loss of sudden blood weakened my concentration. But the nerve endings through out my body were on overdrive.

Then he moved slowly inside of me. Pumping. Loving me. I never felt a drop of blood from my neck and there was no lingering pain from his bite. My mind confirmed he had tasted me but there was no physical indication. His lust, however, was thorough. His manhood continued to drive into me. He was unstoppable. But I didn't want him to ever stop. His crystal blue eyes probed into my violet ones as he continued his rhythmic pleasure. Being only human, my breathing was labored. My breaths were becoming raspy as I reached another climax. Never, ever, had a man used as much control as this being did. Wonton? Oh, yes. I never wanted him to stop. Another climax and then another.

Then his pace changed. I saw in his eyes the loss of control. His thrusts became more forceful. His needs became cardinal. I new he was going to cum. I felt the first shot of fluid cum into me as I reached yet another climax. Tightening my walls around his cock he continued to release his semen into me, filling me completely once again.

He smiled down at me.

I was mesmerized. I was his.

Wait! He called me his daughter! Before, before he called me his daughter! What game was this? Who was he? I have a strong Wicca lineage on my mother's side. Her maiden name was de la Court of the Louisiana de la Courts. Healers, seers, spell casters were all in my blood. My mother had demonstrated no witchcraft skill. But her mother was strong in powers. Having had non-witch blood for two generations as part of mine, I never believed I had any powers either.

Secrets. Yes, I had secrets. I was too much of my mother not to have them and I kept them as I promised my dear mother I would. My mother, a generous and loving soul, now gone from this earth, shared her secrets with me. Geneva de la Court was not faithful to my father. No, let me correct myself. My mother was not faithful to the man who raised me as his daughter. But who was my father? This creature that just gave me unimaginable pleasure could be my father? Could this being staring at me with blue eyes the color of crystal be my father?

I pulled his head to my mouth and kissed him. Thoroughly enjoying the sensuousness of his mouth, we probed each other with our tongues. His skills in this area were, again, incomparable to any other's kiss. But, he was not human. How could his skills be only human when he was not? I didn't want it to end.

His cock was flaccid inside me. But his mouth was making me want him again. I began to move under him. In a natural response to his probing tongue my pussy was in need of more. The magnificent creature was getting hard inside me. His body, in response to mine, was moving. Father. Daughter. Monster. Woman. Witch. Vampire. All aspects of our beings were intertwined in a dance of sexual play older than time. Time stood still. As it was before, I reached climax after climax as he worked his magic upon me.

Vampire

My daughter was milking my cock like no other being had in my long life. I had thought this would be pleasurable, but mon dieu! Her blood made my insides melt with insatiable lust. This must be the one, I thought. I certainly haven't scared her or driven her away like the others. I was staring at her beauty and I felt the onset of orgasm building in me like the crescendo of an orchestral piece.

The moment was fast approaching when I would know whether she was the one or not. I would hate to watch her spasm and die below me like so many others, but I had to know. She had her legs locked on my back and was pulling me, sucking my dick with her pussy, the pleasure was beyond indescribable. Just the sound of our lovemaking was echoing in the room. I slapped her hard with every thrust, my balls slapping her ass, I read her mind.she loved the feel of my balls on my ass. She wanted me there too! The thought and her rasping shallow breath was driving me closer to orgasm. God, this was beyond words, my eyes starting to roll back in my head. She screamed and dug her heels and nails into my back and I groaned loudly and screamed showing my fangs. I emptied my load into her and it felt as if my soul was emptied into her. My seed was seeping down my legs and balls and still I came.

As I started to come down off the high, I watched her intently for any sign like the others before her. Instead she kissed me strongly as my cock went semi-flaccid. Her ministrations and need made me hard again. I continued to drive into her and still she wanted more. As I became stone hard, I flipped her over on her stomach and eased into her drenched, stretched pussy. She screamed and laughed and pushed back into me with a renewed fervor. I leaned forward and grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples and licked her neck.

"My daughter, do you want me back there?" I whispered.

"Yes, father" she hissed through her teeth.

I stuck my thumb in her ass and it constricted around my finger. She was pushing back madly and grunting with animal lust. I grabbed her hair and removed my hard dick from her pussy with a plop. She was whining and groaning that she wanted all of me now, in her ass, deep. I was wild-eyed with lust and drove into her with one sustained thrust.

"UhhhAhhhhhyessssssss" she screamed as my cock slid deep in her ass.

I moaned like a stuck beast and let her constrictions drive me to new levels of lust. I grabbed her dark brown hair with both hands and drove into her ass with a fury that was bordering on manic. She was screaming at the top of her lungs for me to drive harder, deeper and I lost all control. I repeatedly thrust into her poor asshole like a pneumatic hammer. I was going to come again! Her intense orgasm grabbed my dick like a vise and that sent me over the edge. I thrust one last time and leaned all the way forward and sank my fangs into her shoulder.

I saw red and reached an orgasm with a fury that scared me. My daughter was screaming as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. I had a bloody sheen on my body to match the sweaty sheen on hers. We both collapsed on the floor as I disengaged from both her shoulder and ass with an audible pop. We both turned to face each other on the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed laughing and kissing each other like we had found a long lost lover.

In the afterglow, I caressed her face and stared into her eyes with a longing and need that I had never felt. She was beaming and swooning as I reached down and kneaded her breast and ass.

"You are the one, mon cher" my search and wait is over.

Chapter 2 Pregnant Paws (coming soon)