Chapter 1: Beginnings

You have heard many folk tales about my kind, most are false, others have lost much of their truth through years of telling and retelling. I will reveal nothing to you that would endanger me of my kind. Suffice it to say that we can be a grave danger to mortal man, but we can be a strong and willing friend as well.

The choice will always be yours.

My powers, and there are many, are drawn from two sources; blood, and the night.

What, you might ask, are my powers? I shall never tell you al of them, but I will tease you with a few. I am, as are al of my kind, able to assume the aspect of any creature upon whom we have fed. We are able to travel great distances, borne only by the mists of the night. Our eyes are able to reach into the human soul and capture it, bending the human to our will. We are able to sire more of our kind - the simple gift of a few drops of our blood, brings with it eternal life as one of us. Oh yes - one other power that seems to fascinate mortals, we, male and female alike, are able to hold back our sexual climax for an indefinite period, or release it at in an instant. An interesting power to say the least, but not without its drawbacks.

Me? I was sired toward the end of the seventeenth Century. I was a strapping young man of one score and six years and already an adventurous sort. My mortal life began as one of seven offspring in what is now the southern part of the United States. At that time it was but a group of settlements.

Although well born and possessed of an education, I chose the life of a seafarer when I was twenty and had spent six years before the mast of one of His Britannic Majesty's ships of war. When we were attacked by pirates the ship was damaged quite badly, it foundered when a squall overtook us in the Indies. I was washed ashore on an uncharted island off the coast of what is now Florida. It was here that my life would be forever changed.

I was hunting in the northern part of the island. It was probably Spanish territory then, and I would not, I supposed, be treated well should I be found there. The land was lush then, green and unspoiled, teeming with wildlife. Great cats, what you now call the Florida Panther, abounded, as did deer, rabbit, all manner of birds, and, of course snakes. It was this latter creature that would begin the most important turn that my life would ever take.

It was fast approaching dusk, I was crossing a stream - fast moving and knee deep. My foot slipped between two slick stones and I fell into the stream. I managed to free my foot, but my thrashing had awakened a nest of snakes. They were wriggling toward me - a great number of them - and they were angry at being disturbed. No fewer than six snakes attacked me, their fangs piercing my flesh and injecting their venom into my veins.

I was able to fling them from me and scramble ashore - but I knew it was too late. As I lay on the bank I could feel the poison burning through my body. It was then I first saw my savior - and the one that would sire me.

She burst from the underbrush and stood there an instant before rushing to my side - a sharp knife in her hand. I assumed that I was about to be scalped after all. But she knelt beside me and cut open each puncture where poison had entered my body. She sucked the venom from me and spat it, contemptuously, to the ground. Again and again she opened my veins, until there was no more venom to extract - but it had done its damage. I was weak, unable to move or speak, but I could see. The sight I beheld was one of absolute beauty. Her hair was long, the color of spun copper. Her eyes were bluer than blue, deep, dark, mesmerizing. Her skin was a light bronze color, almost golden. She looked like a native but her features were much finer.

Tenderly she stroked my brow, her touch as soft as the finest silk and as light as a feather. I lay there, my head in her lap, gazing at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Proud breasts, firm breasts, breasts that could set a mans blood to boiling. They were topped with nipples the length and breadth of my thumb. I could feel the firm muscles of her thighs as they cradled my head. I could see the slight curve of her belly as it moved in and out with each breath she took.

As I lay there - dying, yet staring at this vision - she smiled down at me. Her eyes took on a glow and I noticed that her teeth were abnormally long and sharp. With a long thumb nail, she slit open her soft flesh just below her left breast. She lowered her lips to my throat. There was a slight pain at first as her teeth entered my jugular vein, then a floating sensation as she drank deep of my life's blood. I could feel the life leaving my body as her lips sucked and drank. I knew I was about to die - and I didn't care.

As I felt myself crossing over, she lifted my head to her breast, as if driven by some instinct, I drank deeply of her flowing blood.

It was as if I was reborn, which of course I was, as the strength flowed back into my body. I was more alive, stronger, keener than I had ever been before. I looked at this beautiful and strange woman, and she spoke, to my mind.

"I am Flower of the Moon," she said, her eyes locked on mine, "I have made you one of my kind tonight, otherwise you would have died."

"I did die." I thought, not realizing that she could read my thoughts.

"Yes, and then you were reborn as one of us - one of the undead."

My mind reeled for an instant as I let this sink in. I had heard the term before, but always dismissed it as a wives tale, or a myth to frighten children.

"You will age no more," she told me. "You will have dominion over mortals, and together we will rule the night.

I sat up, looking at her deep eyes gazing into mine, I felt the magnetism of her - her eyes - her body.

She held her arms open to me, "Be my Prince," she invited me.

I accepted the invitation.

I felt a new vigor in my body. When we embraced I could feel every part of her body as it pressed against mine. I grew hard in an instant as our lips met and our tongues intertwined. Her skin was cool and smooth, her breasts firm and inviting. My hands roamed over her body, touching, caressing, feeling. Her nipples, long and hard, her ass hard and tight, her thighs sleek and taut. I felt her hand moving slowly down my body - gently stroking my chest, my belly, the base of my rock hard cock. Her soft fingers wrapped around the shaft and she began to move her hand up and down. The feel of her hand sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body, never had I experienced such stimulation.

Her lips parted in a smile as she moved to sit astride my legs - never taking her hand from my cock, never ceasing her gentle stroking. She slid down my legs, her silken thighs caressing me as she moved. Then she leaned down over me, her hair falling forward to caress my twitching belly as her soft lips touched the head of my straining cock. She took me into her mouth slowly, letting me feel the caress of her lips and tongue as my fleshy member slid onto her mouth, then into her throat.

Warmth - caressing - sucking - warmth. My cock was in a place it never wanted to leave.

Her head began moving up and down, slowly, rhythmically. Her tongue pressed the vein beneath my cock. I grew harder than I had ever though possible. Her eyes sparkled as she knew my thoughts - and answered them.

"With me you will know joys of the flesh such as no mortal could ever imagine. You are my Prince."

Her lips sucked even harder as I was drawn closer and closer to climax. She knew this and bid me go ahead, have my release, give her the other fluid of my body as I had given her my blood.

My body was racked with tremors as my cock twitched and pulsated, my balls spasmed as my semen was pumped through my rock hard shaft to flood her questing mouth.

Pulse after unbearable pulse - my fluid poured into her eagerly sucking mouth - down her spasming throat, until she had sucked me dry.

With a long final lick, she released my softening member and sat back on her heels. Her lips and eyes smiled as she spoke once more, to my mind.

"I am the ruler of my tribe, I am their Princess. I have had countless lovers through the centuries, but none such as you. They have all been mortal and I have devoured the life essence of each of them. You, my Prince, are different. You are a warrior, strong and courageous. You are not of this land, but of a land far away, as am I, and you are no longer mortal - you are as I am now."

Once again she took my cock in her soft hand. This time she leaned forward and placed it between her warm, firm breasts - and squeezed them together around it.

My dick was in a warm tunnel of silky flesh. As if by reflex I began to move my hips, moving my cock in and out within that tight, warm tunnel.

Quickly, my cock, once more, grew fully erect - hard and straight.

"We have consummated the union of our souls, my Prince, now let us consummate the union of our bodies."

She lay back, her long legs spread to accept me, her soft wet lips pouting for me to part them and enter her innermost sanctuary. Her arms lifted to me in invitation.

I moved between her outstretched legs, the head of my cock brushing the soft, moist hair of her waiting pussy.

Her legs encircled my waist and drew me in.

My cock plunged deep inside her in a single thrust. She was so hot, so wet, so incredibly tight. I felt her cunt lips 'kissing' their way down the shaft of my cock as it slid between them. I began to move - slowly at first - she matched each movement of my hips perfectly, each of my thrusts met with one of hers. My cock bored in and out of her, she held me close, her breasts flattened to my chest as her legs held me deep inside her.

My cock was a willing prisoner of her clutching body, held tightly by her velvet vice. I began to speed up, my cock pounding harder and harder with each thrust, my balls slapping against the firm cheeks of her ass.

Flower of the Moon was moaning in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm overtook her - her body quaking - trembling - quivering in pleasure and passion.

I could feel my balls filling, growing tight against me. She drew me nearer and nearer to the brink of the abyss - then held me there. I pumped my cock into her eager cunt harder and harder, until I felt my balls release their load into my pistoning dick. Up - up my semen surged, like a magical spring escaping its prison of stone to burst into her clutching, milking pussy.

Every nerve, every muscle, every cell in my body was alive with the energy and intensity of our passion, our joining, our climax.

My cock pulsed, twitched and pumped. More and more semen flowed into her until I was again dry and spent. Slowly my cock began to deflate within Flower of the Moon, until it slipped reluctantly from her body.

"We are truly one now My Prince. We are one in body and soul." She gently caressed my face as I kissed her brow, her eyes, her nose, and finally, her full red lips.

She stood up and motioned me to join her. She was tall for a woman, but still a head shorter than I. She took my hand. "Come, I will take you to my - our village so the people may pay homage to their Prince."

The village was, more or less, what you might expect. It was placed deep in the bush, laying close by a vast swampy lake. Thatched huts raised upon posts, open to the breeze on all four sides. Simple but efficient, and easily rebuilt.

As we approached, the villagers began to rush to greet their Princess (their goddess). I was surprised to see that they looked nothing like Flower of the Moon. These people were obviously natives. Their skin much darker, more bronze than golden, their eyes and hair black. Their features were more delicate than the African races, and their cheekbones higher and more pronounced.

They were a beautiful people, in a simple surrounding - and they worshipped their Princess.

"My people," Flower of the Moon began, this time speaking out loud, "I have found our Prince."

The people began to cheer and dance around us.

Once more Flower of the Moon spoke to my mind, "My Prince," she began, "the people have accepted you, as I knew they would. Before the sun rises, you will be given an offering, a virgin. You must accept this offering."

"An offering?" I questioned, "I'm not a god. What am I to do, deflower her?"

"If that is your desire you may, but she is meant for you to feed from. The blood of a virgin is pure and carries so much life strength. It will bind you to the people as one of them."

Again I was confused, "Must I kill her?"

"That is up to you as well. The people will be devoted to you in either case. If you spare her, her parents will be grateful, especially if you leave her virginity intact." Flower of the Moon smiled at me, understanding the conflict of the feelings within me. "Spare her then, My Prince, and the people will sing of you for your strength as well as your generosity."

The circle of villagers parted and a young girl was brought before me. She could have been no older than fifteen (if that) and a pretty thing at that. Her young body, just beginning to blossom, was shaking with fear as her father looked to me with a strange mixture of sadness and pride in his eyes.

I took the girl into my arms and gathered her to me. I held her gently and took hold of her mind with mine. I willed her to relax and have no fear. To my amazement, she smiled at me and tilted her head back. Her tender young throat was exposed and her jugular vein stood out, beckoning to me.

I felt a strange burning sensation flow through me, it was as if my bloodstream were on fire.

"It is the hunger My Prince," Flower of the Moon assured my mind. "Feed at it will subside."

My lips caressed the child's throat as my needle like fangs pierced her soft skin.

She moaned softly, as if with sexual pleasure, as I drew the warm rich blood from her open vein.

It was sweet, potent blood. As I drank I could feel my strength growing, t he burning in my blood vanishing, I savored every drop. When I felt the girl's life force entering my body, I withdrew my fangs from her, I would not kill her.

I lifted the weak, but still living, girl in my arms and approached her father. Her blood still stained my lips as I returned his daughter to him, still alive, and still a virgin.

The villagers erupted into a tumultuous cheer, dancing and singing around us.

"Each year, on this night, you will be presented with a virgin. It is part of the ritual that observes your consecration as their Prince. Each year, on the anniversary of my consecration, I am presented with a boy. One who is to become a man by coupling with me. I too get to feed from his blood." Flower told me.

"Come My Prince - the sun will rise soon, and we must rest." Flower of the Moon took me by the hand and lead me to her hut. It was better built than the rest, and closed on all four sides as protection from the sun.

We lay on a pile of cushions and embraced.

"I will teach you the ways of these people, and the ways of our kind. You have much to learn - but there is no hurry, we have countless lifetime for lessons."

Her lips covered mine as her hand sought out my cock and began stroking it, bringing it slowly back to life.

Our tongues intertwined as our mouths slid over one another.

My hands found her full, warm breasts and fondled them, feeling the nipples grow firm and erect.

She breathed a soft moan of pleasure into my mouth as my hands caressed her magnificent breasts.

My lips moved from her mouth, down her long neck, to her heaving breasts. I began to suckle on her long, hard nipples, drawing them into my mouth, fluttering my tongue across them. After a few moments of this, I moved again. My lips and tongue traveled down her body to her naval. My tongue delved playfully into this small cavity, then resumed its journey. At last I reached my destination, the soft patch of hair adorning the junction of her strong, silken thighs. I drank in her scent, warm, rich, strangely sweet. The aroma of a woman's passion.

My lips found the center of her womanhood. I kissed the wet pouting lips as they slowly parted for me. My tongue reached out and caressed them, licking them from top to bottom and back. I sought out her swelling clitoris, my lips trapped the hard throbbing nib and sucked it into my mouth.

Flower of the Moon writhed and squirmed, grinding her sweet pussy against my hungry mouth. Her strong thighs clutched my head, pressing my mouth to her spasming cunt.

The taste, the fragrance, the movement. This was the most fascinating woman I had ever met - and she was mine.

She arched her back and moaned loudly in the night, announcing to all that she had reached orgasm.

I savored the flowing nectar of her cunt, her body quaking and trembling as her climax racked her body. Her cunt flowed like a river, her sweet juices flowing over my tongue into my waiting mouth.

My cock was hard and ready when Flower of the Moon, still trembling, begged me to enter her.

I moved to kneel between her legs, the head of my cock teasing her wet parted lips. She reached up and gripped my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my torso. I groaned in ecstasy as I slammed my rock hard dick into her.

Her legs pulled me closer, driving me deeper and I began to thrust - hard - fast, animal like in my ferocity. She gasped, gulping for breath as my rigid cock slammed into her willing cunt harder and harder.

I felt the muscles of her cunt tighten as her pussy lips became swollen, gripping my cock tighter and tighter. Her legs held me tight, her heels beating a tattoo on my ass, her fingernails raking across my shoulders. Flower was moaning and hissing as I pounded my cock into her hot, wet, clutching cunt.

My balls were slowly filling.

Her body was beginning to tremble once more, her pussy flexing around me in a more and more fevered tempo as her hips rose to meet my every thrust. The nipples of her breasts were as hard as diamonds, she thrashed her head from side to side. Then her climax exploded deep within her being. She cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breasts heaving with the strain of every breath.

My balls spasmed, releasing their load sending hot cum erupting from my pounding cock to flood her hungry body as her grasping pussy milked every drop from my straining balls.

We lay back - spent - relaxed - satisfied.

"When we awaken, My Prince, you will be fully aware, but now we must rest until the sun flees the sky once more." Her sweet lips caressed mine as I drifted off.

I was not falling asleep. It was something deeper than that - more restful. My breathing slowed - my heart slowed - then stopped. I realized that each day, as the sun rose, I would die during the daylight hours, to awaken with the approaching night.

The Awakening

I could feel my heart beating again as the hunger I had known but once before, burned again through my veins. When I opened my eyes my head was cradled in Flowers lap and she was gently stroking my temples.

She had been right, I was aware now.

Aware of what I was - aware of what I needed to do - aware of my powers and aware of what could destroy me.

I sat up and turned to Flower, speaking verbally, "I am aware now, just as you said I would be." The language was that of the villagers, I had learned it as I was resting.

I had learned it as I lay dead.

Flower smiled and spoke the same tongue, "We must hunt now My Prince, the hunger burns in both of us tonight."

"But where? We're not going to feed from the villagers are we?"

"No My Prince, that is not needed - tonight. There is a band of renegades, pirates you would call them. They are camped two days march from here. You and I can be there in as many minutes. There will be blood aplenty to feed upon."

I understood perfectly. We would be serving a two fold purpose; feeding, our first goal, and a punitive raid on a pirate camp. "When?" I asked, more than ready - the hunger burning hot in my veins.

"Just as soon as it is full dark, there is no moon tonight, so we will not be seen."

I began to pace the hut - my hunger growing inside me - my veins on fire. "I'm not sure I can wait that long." I tried to smile, but it was not possible.

"You are MY PRINCE!" Flower scolded, "You MUST control your hunger." Her voice was sharp, commanding, yet calming as well.

I was able to control the burning in my blood, the thirst in my mouth. I stopped pacing and sat next to Flower. She smelled like her name, sweet and inviting. I rested my hand high on her thigh, her skin was cool and smooth.

"When we return My Prince," she whispered, covering my hand with hers and moving it lower down her leg. "It is nearly full dark, and we must leave in moments."

I relaxed my body and mind as I waited for the embrace of night.

"Come My Prince - it is time." Flower rose and took my hand.

Together we stepped into the swirling mist of night that Flower had summoned. It closed about us like a shroud. In little more time that it takes to tell, we were over the pirate camp. Still concealed by the mist, we conversed without words.

"There is the tent of the captain and his woman." Flower indicated a garishly colored tent that was larger than the others.

"I count four guards around it." I observed.

"We must kill them quickly and quietly. We will not feed upon them." Flower instructed, "I will draw their attention, you kill them. Use your strength and snap their necks."

We allowed our cloud of mist to settle to the ground and stepped from it, into deep shadows.

Flower approached the first of the guards. His attention was instantly drawn to her incredible body. Seductively she smiled at him before placing her soft hands on his chest, then moving slowly downward.

As she reached his swelling crotch, I silently grabbed his head and chin and gave a powerful twist. The sound of his neck snapping was not loud - he made no other sound in dying.

I raised one finger, then bent to take the mans dagger from his belt.

Flower nodded and smiled as we moved the body further into the shadows and went in search of the second guard.

Using the same approach, Flower had to allow the second guard to fondle her breasts before she was able to maneuver him to the shadows, and me.

Again a quick quiet twist and another dead guard.

I held up two fingers as we resumed our search.

The third and fourth guards presented no problems - apart from Flowers breasts being fondled, something she didn't really mind.

We were now ready to enter the captains tent. Flower gave me last minute instructions. "Use the power of your mind and your eyes. Seize his woman's soul as I will seize his. We will couple with them, and at the moment of their climax, begin to feed. Their energy will be highest then, their life force it its strongest."

I looked at Flower, "Fuck them and feed off them - I like that."

Flower smiled, "I have enjoyed t his part of it any number of times."

Like shadows we slipped into the tent. He and his woman were asleep. He was snoring, she lay there with her body exposed. She was quite young, and very pretty.

Flower indicated that we should begin.

The young woman came awake first, a look of alarm on her face. As my eyes held hers, her look became one of curiosity, then of acceptance. I held her mind and soul. I bid her to approach me, and she did, her pert young breasts quivering slightly with each step. Her black hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her thighs rippled as she moved.

The pirate grunted and sputtered as Flower took control of his mind. He too rose and approached. He was a powerfully built man of middle years. Scars of many battles crossed his swarthy skin and his massive cock twitched as it became erect and hard...

Flower would enjoy this encounter, as I would mine.

I reached out and caressed the girls breasts. She moaned softly and leaned into my hands, her fingers found, then embraced, the shaft of my erect cock.

I glanced to the side to see the same scenario taking place. Flower was fondling his heavy balls as she stroked his cock to full erection. His hands played roughly with her heaving breasts.

My attention returned to the girl before me. Her eyes were closed and she swayed back and forth to a rhythm only she could hear.

Flower was not inactive, she was one her knees sucking furiously on the pirate's stiff cock, her cheeks sunken in, her head moving back and forth, her hands fondling his heavy nuts. She would continue to torment him thus until she was ready to feed.

I lifted the girl from her feet and held her poised above my rigid dick. Slowly I settled her onto it, feeling her tight wet cunt engulf me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms encircled my neck as she began to undulate her hips.

I began thrusting my cock in and out of her tight young body, feeling her clutch my rock hard shaft.

Beside me Flower was stretched out on her back, her long, lovely legs apart. The large man was in her in a heartbeat. His large cock ramming into her in a single, brutish thrust.

As I pounded my cock into the young girl, I remembered that I was no longer be able to climax with a mortal, only with one of my own kind. In my mind, I saw Flowers knowing smile and heard her unspoken promise, "when we've fed, My Prince, my lover, when we've fed."

I sensed the young girl was approaching her peak, I glanced over at Flower, the pirate was pounding his cock into her open pussy with a mighty fury - it would be any moment now.

The girl tightened her legs around me as her body trembled and shook from the sensation of orgasm. Her juices flowing freely washed over my cock as she moaned in sublime ecstasy.

"Take her NOW My Prince - take her NOW!" Flower cried into my mind.

I slipped my fangs into the girl's soft young throat and drank. Her blood was hot and it f lowed with a force driven by her sexual climax. I could feel her life force as it passed into me. My hunger subsided as the girl went limp beneath me. I drank until her once supple body was nothing but an empty husk.

I turned to look at Flower just as she sank her fangs into her victim and drank him dry.

The Loving

When we had finished feeding we both felt refreshed, stronger, infinitely more passionate. Flower came to me, stepping over the two bodies, to put her arms around my neck and her blood stained lips to mine.

Our kiss was searing, passionate, demanding of one another as our bloody lips slid over one another and our tongues intertwined.

"Make love to me My Prince, make me feel the ecstasy of being a woman."

Slowly we sank to the floor, never breaking our kiss, my hands massaging her magnificent breasts, as she stroked my hard cock.

I settled between her legs, the head of my cock brushing the dense wet curls that covered her pussy like moss. I moved my hips as Flower wrapped her legs about me. In one long, slow stroke I had buried my cock deep inside her and our bodies began to move together.

Matching one another perfectly, our hips moved in unison, each ones stroke meeting the other, maximizing the feeling of union - of passion - of desire and pure animal lust.

I speeded up, my stroke becoming more powerful, faster, harder. My cock pounded into Flowers willing pussy like the ocean surf. Again and again my cock drove into her - again and again her passionate responsive body met and matched me stroke for stroke.

We could have continued all night, but our time was limited by the length of the night, and Flower had told me that we would also hunt tonight.

I could feel her thighs tremble as she held onto my torso, her firm ass cheeks started to quiver slightly. Flower was moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. I could feel the quaking begin in her taught body, her luscious breasts heaving, her nipples firm and tight as her breathing became more and more ragged. I knew she was approaching orgasm, as I was fast approaching mine.

My balls were full and tight as they slapped wetly against the cheeks of Flower ass. I need release - soon. But I needed to climax with Flower even more. I held back, my will stronger than the urgency in my heated loins.

Flower clutched my cock with her strong inner muscles as her legs clenched around my body. She was cumming, her juices flowing over my hard dick as it pumped in and out of her.

My balls began to spasm. My cock pulsing and throbbing as semen started surging upward.

At the first surge of my pulsing dick, Flower shuddered, her supple body began quaking as her lips sought mine and we joined in a kiss of total abandon.

Wave after wave of ecstatic sensation washed over and through us. My cock throbbed and pulsated sending more and more of my hot cum pouring into her tight, wet, eager cunt.

Flowers cunt lips and inner muscles milked me - draining every drop from my balls.

Spent, we collapsed in each others arms. Our was kiss molten - longing - passionate. Our loins remained locked together, even as my cock slowly started to deflate.