Vampire: Stories of days past 3 - Sex Stories

Vampire: Stories of days past 3

... that.” The two boys by now had stopped, their terror filled eyes followed as the giant made his way circling the counter a third time. “My friend, if you need to do this, I cannot stop you. But I will not join you either.” Bertrand stopped in his tracks as he heard the words. “Marius, don’t tell me you side with those… monsters.” Marius wiped a few red strands of hair back behind his ear. “I’m not on their sides, it is just…” Bertrand made a few quick steps past the counter, grabbing a knife from its surface. “There IS no just, you are with them or against.” He could feel the sharp metal making its way past skin, in to the flesh under it. Blood started to slowly drip over his hand, soon flowing in large quantities onto the floor. Marius made a few staggering steps away from his attacker, looking to the wound in his abdomen. When he raised his gaze up, he just saw Bertrand making his way outside with the two boys. Being greeted by the first rays of sunlight poring over the horizon. “I have a little surprise for you my love” Lady Verona caressed her husband’s face tenderly. “Remember the young girl we saw last time we passed through the countryside?” Lord Verona raised an eyebrow in a questioning way. “Oww don’t play the fool with me, I noticed you fancying her.” His wife continued. “Well I’ve made some arrangements and brought her here for you.” With those words she signaled the servant closest to her. After a few moments two men wearing masks brought in a young woman. ...

... Wearing her black hair elegantly lose on her back, flowers decorated in a crown on her head. She was dressed in a long white gown, giving her a slightly angelic visage. The only thing betraying her fear was her eyes, darting quickly around trying to take in the surroundings. The men lead her up to the Lord and Lady, forcing her on her knees. “She is pretty isn’t she.” Lord Verona’s eyes drank in her image lustfully. “… we will be having some fun with her.” A soft fearful sob was heard coming from the girl. “Bring my husband’s tools.” A large flat chest and sofa where brought and placed in the middle of the ballroom. The guests of which most were still indulging themselves in carnal lusts, started to revel at the coming spectacle. With some force the girl was lead to the sofa and told to sit down, skittishly she complied. Lord Verona slowly walked towards her, arms raised at the air in an elegant way. “My honored guests, my friends…” His voice echoed over the sounds of pleasure “… see this tender flower, untouched till this very moment. Feel her trembling, her emotions wanting to be freed.” His feeling for dramatic theater showed in the fact he gained the attention of all. “Who has a suggestion how to free this flower of all she has pent-up inside her?” He grasped her face with gentle fingers, bringing it closer to his. Deeply inhaling her odor though his nose, then releasing it in a deep sigh. He turned his head to let his eyes wonder around. Some of the spectators started to shout ...