Chapter 3

The forever eighteen young female vampire was actually three hundred years old and she had tasted the blood of thousands of both male and female humans with her appreciation for the pleasures of the flesh she enjoyed with both genders.

Her former nanny who had been transformed by her blood greedy father at the same time as her so many years ago was unable to still enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and she was confined to an indoor role during daylight hours unlike Vampirella who was able to walk in the light and enjoy nightly adventures with fresh cocks and pussies taking only what she needed and not damaging the humans in the process.

Their cruise on the Danube had just taken on a new contingent of sightseers with youthful cadets of a police training academy and she was prepared to break their rule of avoiding law enforcement of any type due to a need for caution at all times.

She sat in the deck chair alone due to her nanny’s aversion to the daylight and looked with dual passion at the group of some twenty young studs and fillies looking for fun and adventure on the river cruise.

She had passion for both their blood and their sexual juices to refresh her eighteen year old body on a nightly basis.

Her much older nanny unfortunately only had interest in the tingles from the sucking of blood from their nubile young bodies. It kept her at her other life age of forty-nine for the past three hundred years. She no longer retained the sexual desire of her young charge and she had lost the ability to walk in the light of day. It was a common affliction amongst older Vampires and she had learned to be a nighttime person and usually slept in the daylight hours.

Vampirella’s deck chair was strategically located next to the upper level swimming pool where the young cadets were cavorting with hedonistic attitudes searching for some love in the afternoon tingles between themselves and the other exercise minded humans around them in the pool.

She noticed a decided swell in the ranks of female passengers drawn by the magnetic attraction of young fit male bodies wearing only tight speedo trunks and sunglasses. The young men received their fair share of “cougar” minded females looking for the slim bodies of boys at least a generation younger.

The jaded vampire saw one young man reading a thick book face down on a lounge chair with his muscles all bunched together like a statue of Adonis. She had to admit he probably had a shapelier ass than her but it looked quite masculine with taut muscles where hers was curved with slight hints of yielding fat. She wondered if he was hiding his coiled snake of a cock inside his trunks or if it was just more comfortable to read in that position and shielded his eyes from the overhead sun.

Absent-mindedly, she allowed her fingers to rub her clitoris button lightly sending shivers up her spine all the way to her brain alerting her to the nearness of prime cock and young blood in a male package that looked absolutely delicious.

He must have sensed her eyes on him because he glanced in her direction and she became aware that her fingers on her bikini bottom was all too obvious of her physical attraction to his almost naked body. She quickly removed her hand from her crotch and saw him smile knowingly and sending her a wink that gave her a tingle just in the signal it sent

Vampirella stood up and walked over to the poolside bar for a cool drink and strolled past him giving him plenty of hip movement to show him she was flexible in her lower extremities. She sat on the side of the pool sipping her sweet drink and looked over her shoulder directly into his face only a few feet away and asked, “That must be a very good book. You seem so interested in it. I wonder if it is a love story about true love.?”

He sat up and crouched down in an animal-like position poised to impale her with his huge bulge now in view between his legs. She licked her lips thinking more about his sexual attraction rather than his likely sweet tasting blood waiting for her to sample for future reference. The vampire girl had managed to stay with her program of only one night stands for so long she couldn’t remember the last time she had taken a human as temporary mate to share her bed. In a way she missed the conversations of close encounters rather than something always strange and new.

He looked her straight in the eye and replied, “It is a murder mystery. Not much romance, I am afraid to admit. The guy is a serial killer of young females and he sometimes drinks their blood pretending to be a vampire but of course he is no such thing.”

It amused the young vampire no end hearing that he was reading a book about vampires. She thought that he would be perhaps sexually stimulated to think that he was in a female vampire’s sights much closer than he suspected.

She sent him some obvious body signs that she was flirting by running her fingers through her hair and licking the straw in her drink with a coy and overactive tongue to make him think about the chance for oral favors ready and willing to meet his pleasure. Usually, when she did that the males would be shoving their dicks down her throat moments later.