Dalith drank Buffy's rich blood, his eyes fluttered closed and his heartbeat stilled to only an occasional beat like Buffy's. She picked him up, climbed up on Dazon's back and flew back to the oasis, to their friends and family.
"Man did this, but why? I know Dalith didn't approach them in dragon form." Buffy paced beside her dearest friend's body, which started to heal with the infusion of her blood.
"They didn't want me because I'm different. Now, no one will want me," Dalith sighed, looking longingly at Buffy before looking away.
"I wanted you," Depron said angrily, "but you would not have me. You wanted one such as her, now you are more like her."
Dalith sat up quickly, grabbing the female dragon by the throat. He sank his new fangs into her as he drank. His bite didn't force her body to change, so he returned to his beautiful red and gold dragon form. Dalith mounted Depron while he continued to drink from her long elegant throat. Her eyes shut in pleasure and she roared aloud when it peeked in her body.
Buffy left the area not wanting to see her friend in such an intimate position. He found her later and asked her to change Depron so he wouldn't be alone. She reluctantly agreed not wanting to change anyone else. She didn't feel a need to re-create this world, per say, not to mention, the feelings involved during a change. Each new 'creature' she created came one step closer to becoming her childer. Changing involved a physical aspect, and afterwards she felt them - their emotions, their pains, everything. It became overwhelming at time. She understood the vampire world in a way that she never could as a human.
As she sunk her fangs into Depron's neck, the female dragon started the change. Pleasure hummed though the women as rich dragon blood flowed down Buffy's throat. Her hands moved up to cup Depron's newly formed brests, before one slid down to cup her mound. Buffy teased the female dragon's warm folds, expertly moving her fingers at a pace meant to bring Depron to climax with the final sip of blood. Carefully removing her fingers and fangs from the other woman, Buffy stepped back.
A tall woman with long silver hair and brilliant blue eyes stood proudly waiting for Dalith's approval. Depron wasn't beautiful per se rather, she was interesting. Someone you wouldn't ever forget. Dalith moved forward to take his mates hand. He pulled her close to his body and glared hard at the others, letting everyone know that he had no intention to share. He announced that he was taking Depron and returning to live with the dragons. Buffy watched them fly off to their mountain lair as tears ran down her cheeks, she said good-bye to her best friend.
The years flew by and others filled the empty spaces in her heart. Cenon found a human child, a small boy with huge eyes and a happy smile. Buffy adopted him and named him, Oliver. When he turned twenty, Buffy changed him unable to bear the thought of ever losing her son. The strangest thing happened though; Oliver couldn't go in the sun and had to sleep during the day. Each dawn his body lost its heartbeat as it escaped into a wakeless sleep, which he awoke from at sunset.
Oliver inherited Buffy's control over animals, but only with regards to the Lamia. Cenon and his children protected his vunerable body during the day. He also obtained the ability to shake the earth, but this only revealed itself as he grew older and stronger They remained happy living away from the world. Time had no meaning for them, seeling to stand still as it moved swiftly for Man.
Buffy's abilities continued to grow and change. She could throw fire the same way Dalith breathed the living flames. No one understood where the powers came from or why she kept receiving new ones. Her newest ability came allowed her to melt away into dust then reassemble somewhere else. She used it to play hide-and-seek with Oliver and the younger animals.
Then, it happened, Man came. They sat the trees on fire while they slaughtered every creature they found. Many creatures died out that day. It was also the day Buffy killed her first human. When she heard the screams, she ran to help thinking some unknown creature was attacking. It was, it was - Man.
Buffy saw a young unicorn bludgeoned to death. Fire shot from her hands, burning the man to ash. They saw her and tried to attack in a group but her rage blinded her. She didn't understand why this was happening. They never hurt anyone; they left everyone alone and lived here together happily, peacefully.
She learned afterwards that it was due to greed. They had something that Man wanted - water. The men of the village decided to burn out the creatures and take the land for themselves. They didn't plan on a female devil that shot fire from her hands. They weren't prepared for her fury or later for her vengeance.
Oliver stomped his feet and snapped necks while he tried to help his Mother. An unusual smell hit his nostrils - blood, human blood. It smelled heavenly to Oliver, almost as good as Mother's blood. He snatched up an unsuspecting Man and drank him dry.
"Not now, Oliver. There'll be time for that later." Buffy's voice wrapped around Oliver's spine, causing him to shoot straight up and drop his prize. Moments later, nutes, it was over. All around them lay bodies. Over thirty men's bodies scattered about and among them lay some of her dearest friends and lovers.
"Man did this for what? We hurt no one. We stayed to ourselves and didn't give them any reason to attack."
They heard the flutter of large wings and a deep booming voice. "Greed, Mistress."
Buffy knew that voice - Dalith. She couldn't keep the joy from her eyes at seeing him. He used his great wings to put out the last fire. "What do you know, Dalith?"
"They wanted the water and the land." He landed, changing as he walked over to stand beside her.
"They came to take it and murder everyone here. They have no right to judge who lives or dies." Her words echoed her old life, shaking her head. I'm not her, not anymore. I'm not their protector. I wouldn't have harmed them, but if they want war, so be it.
Her eyes grew hard as the light inside her shrank a little smaller. The years that followed saw her change even more. She became a whisper in the night, a curse or a prayer. Buffy fed on man, everyone she that she judged evil. She killed murderers, rapists, thieves, abusers, pimps, madams and extortionists. None escaped her wrath. A huge fortress grew around the oasis over the years. Buffy forced the villagers from miles around to fix what they had destroyed. It continued to grow until taking on a shape that created a story tale castle, a thing of beauty to hid the 'evil'.
Buffy continued to grow stronger as each year passed. Carefully, she chose among the world's populace to create true childer - true vampires. She moved further out as cities grew, leaving Oliver behind to guard their home. Each child she created inherited power from her, as they grew, it grew within them. They were her family and she was the matriarch. They called her mother out of respect and love. Man called her the Mother of Darkness out of fear.
Years folded into one another as the centuries passed. Dalith returned to her, the dragons were gone now, even Depron. Man hunted them down as a test of valor; of courage, mostly they hunted them for their treasure. History never talked about that though.
Her last childe was a beautiful, dark haired woman, with gold eyes. Her name was Isabella, but Buffy called her Belle Morte, or Beautiful Death. She inherited Buffy's lastest power, turning Belle into an Incubus and any childer she created had a succubus to overcome. They learned to feed from the power that drew willing victims to them. Victims found uncontrollable pleasure in her bite, her laugh, even if she merely talked to them.
Belle's power had rode her body until she learned how to control it. She needed sex as much as blood, which caused others to need her as well. Buffy helped her youngest learn how to use her power, sending it out into a room, turning it on a man who hated another, only to watch them paw at each other in uncontrolled lust. The two women would laugh at the game they played
Buffy grew tired, deciding to rest until something caught her interest. "Dalith, I'm tired and plan to sleep for a while. You and the older children can watch over the younger ones for me. I'll wake when Im needed, or something more interesting than these endless days occurs."
Buffy rested for centuries while the world continued to grow and change. Her eyes popped open when Oliver died and she cried for her son. She watched and waited to see what else occurred with the murderers of her son, her second born. When Belle tried to take over Anita, Buffy hitched along for the ride.
Dalith came running when he heard laughter from her hidden lair. He opened the door to see her waiting for him. "Come in, my boy, it seems my baby girl has been naughty. I will forgive her this time." He heard the threat underlying threat. He had never heard her use that voice with her children.
Dalith had never feared Buffy before, he feared her now. "Mother, I have bad news."
"I know that my little Twist is gone. Belle goes to to tell the council what she discvored. Let's go meet her shall we. Dragon, I need some new clothes, no more long dresses. It's a new millennium, you know." Buffy gave a naughty little girl smile.
"As you wish mother." Dalith bowed his golden red head.
"Dragon, I missed you old friend. Did you send him off with love?" Buffy's asked softly.
"Yes Mother, everyone attended to wish him well on his journey, even Sarah. She came, although she still hasn't recovered from losing that boy."
"I'll see her later. She's upset but there's somebody else'd comfort she craves. If he weren't so stubborn, he would see that." Buffy watched her 'firstborn' and tried to hide her smile.
"Who! None are worthy of her." Dalith complained, then started to furiously pace Buffy's room.
"Well it starts with a 'D' and he has a thing for fire." Buffy smiled, watching his face change when he finally understood.
"Do you need me for anything else?"
"No, Dragon, just treat her well. My gift is hard on her. If I'd known, I'm not sure I would've made a child such as my Sarah."
Buffy's power seemed endless, Dalith knew them all, or so he thought. She had created seven children over the long years. Each one for a different reason, each one called out to her in a different way and each had inherited a different trait from her. Dalith since he wasn't human was the only one who gave Buffy part of his power, the ability to call and control fire. She thought she could only throw it from her hands in anger or defense, but the years had taught her differently.
Oliver, her first true child, was her second born. He held a special place in her heart since she had raised him from a child. They had been together forever it seemed. Oliver could shake the earth and his creature to call was the Lamia. Cenon had died long ago but his daughter, Melanie, continued watching over the tiny, but powerful vampire. Oliver's greatest weakness was his hatred of Man. He never forgave them for the deaths that night at the oasis and took great pleasure in wreaking his revenge whenever possible.
Sarah, sweet Sarah, was the third child created. She found her being beaten and raped in an alley. Angered at the sight, Buffy tore Sarah's attacker to shreds. Sarah's eyes angered Buffy the most. She saw only defeat and despair, in their beautiful pale blue depths. Sarah felt she deserved and could expect nothing better than endless days of brutality. Buffy bundled her up and flew back to the castle where she bathed the quiet woman, noticing her soft delicate beauty. She wasn't the type of woman that turned heads, but the kind you ran to for comfort and love. Buffy didn't think she would have lasted long in the outside world. Sarah didn't have enough hate in her soul to strike back at the world. Buffy turned her, and it became the only thing she ever truely regretted. Her third child inherited the power to disassemble, except for her the power was a grotesque parody of the Mother's gift. Sarah decayed away and then could reassemble her body. It wasn't Buffy's smooth movement of dust particles. They called her, Morte d' Amour, the Lover of Death, because she and her childer rotted into corpses. Sarah sired few childre over the years and most she regretted later. She became a recluse, staying within the Council's castle and allowing her oldest child to run her errands. The only bright spot for Sarah had been a sweet boy named Warwick and her secret love for Dalith. She never used her power to call the Swans; she thought it cruel to force someone else to do her biding.
Thinking about her fourth child, Alice, brought a smile to Buffy's lips. Alice was a wild woman that called to the Buffy's need to break free and have fun. She found Alice, not surprisingly, in an alley, but in a different situation than Sarah. She had knocked out her 'date' for the night after he tried to give her a little love tap. So, Alice took his money, not satisfied, she decided to take his clothes as well. Buffy watched from the air and almost fell when she started laughing, listening to Alice's colorful commentary about little minds and little dicks. She landed and Alice looked her over, with a nod of her head dropped the man's clothes in a pile and walked over to Buffy. She put her hand in Buffy's then in her very Alice-like way told Buffy she expected Buffy to turn her into a vampire; she wasn't just supper left to die afterward like trash. Buffy had never laughed as hard as she did that night. She never regretted making Alice, her child or her lover. Alice with her laughing brown eyes and auburn hair. Buffy called her Gypsy, but her gift to her child gave her another name, the Queen of Nightmares. She could cause a person to see their worse fears come to life, as if they had stepped into a nightmare. Buffy's power could cause a person to see, feel, smell even taste their worse fear or their greatest pleasure. She could invade a person's mind and there was no defense. They would see whatever Buffy wanted them to see. Alice could only play on their fears through their dreams. She would pout to Buffy that it wasn't fair that she couldn't do anything when they were awake. Buffy teased her that pouting was her job. It became their private joke. Alice loved being a vampire and became the natural leader of the Council if Buffy was away. Her animal to call was of course the jaguar, which fit her personality per perfectly. Her lover, a beautiful black man, named Janif that moved with all the grace of his animal, was completely devoted to her. His devotion came from his feelings for her as a man for a woman. They bound themselves together in a Triumvirate with a third, neither able to bear the thought of the other's loss. Their third was a strange choice for the two flamboyantly beautiful creatures. She was a small blonde, named Kera, who never looked anyone in the eye and tried to blend into the scenery, whenever possible. Buffy worried about Kera until she finally had a chance to speak with the supposed wallflower. She had the most unusual eyes Buffy had ever seen. They were silver, not gray or pale blue or any other washed out color but silver. When you looked into those eyes, you saw so much wisdom there you wanted to look away. Buffy understood and didn't push Kera or Alice. Slowly, Kera began to come and talk with Buffy and they became friends. She was was a mersay, the last of her line. Supposedly, they all died when Atlantis sank but Kera's family had survived until now.
As she continued to think of her children, Buffy felt her heart quicken as only a mother's will when reunited with her children. Now, she had only one true child left, her fifth child, Jonathan. She found him abandoned in, of course, an alley in London. He was only a baby, no more than a few days old, so tiny and screaming his little lungs out, weighing barely four pounds. Even then, he had the largest, darkest blue eyes Buffy had ever seen. She brought him home and raised him. She taught him to swim in the oasis deep within the castle grounds, told him the stories about the times she had lived through; Buffy loved her fifth child as if she gave birth to him. When Jonathan reached adulthood, he begged her to turn him. She refused at first, wanting him to find a mate, have children, then she realized losing him would break her heart. They never became lovers; it was the same for Buffy them as it was with Dalith. It just wasn't right in her heart, she knew that and they lived with her decision. Jonathan inherited Buffy's most intriguing powers. He could send his soul, for want of a better word, into another person's body and control it. They called him, the Traveler. Few people ever knew what he looked like. He still resembled a little boy still to Buffy. Jonathan stood barely five feet tall with dark shaggy hair and large blue eyes. His animal to call was the fox, an animal that fit her mischievous little boy perfectly.
A frown creased her face when she thought of her next child, Padma . He was something straight out of Arabian Nights, with his dark exotic eyes and skin. She didn't realize that her two youngest children would pose such a challenge for her. Buffy shook her head when she thought about Padma's change. She was in India visiting one of her oldest friends, Nasenya, one of the few remaining original creatures from the oasis. In India, they worshipped her as a god, Nasenya was the last Naga. While wandering the jungle, Buffy found Padma about to become dinner for an angry tiger. He tried to thank her by inviting her for dinner and more. She decided to have the more and changed him. He was the only child that she didn't carefully select, instead she allowed loneliness to carry her away. She loved him as she did the others, but often wondered if she would've chosen him if she hadn't felt so lonely that particular day. Surprisingly, Padma gained the power to call any animal, no matter their masters. Buffy had put strict rules in place for treating weres and knew her children hadn't been playing by the rules.
Last but not least, there was her baby girl, Belle. Isabelle, a Beautiful Death or Belle Morte, was one the most beautiful women Buffy had ever seen, anywhere. Belle with her tall, lush body, black waist length hair, porcelain white skin and golden eyes. She inherited Buffy's sexual power and luxuriated in it, but overlooked anything that didn't appear perfect to her eyes. Buffy knew she would have to work on that. She also knew she was about to punish her two youngest children.
Buffy walked into the main council chamber, everyone stared in shock as she threw open the huge doors. "Mother," Jonathan still carried an innocence about him as he ran to hug her. He practically bounced with happiness at her return.
She wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked further into the room. "Let's go see what Baby Girl has been upto, Jon-Jon." Buffy sat down on the chair fixed at the center of a dais. It could be described as nothing less than a throne, carved from black marble with a huge dragon spread its wings across the top, ready to attack any who came too close.
Belle stood shaking at what was about to occur. I have woken, Mother. Why does she wake, now? My plans to take Jean-Claude's servant and use her power are close to complete. If she had stayed asleep, I would become the new Mother.
"Ah, Baby Girl has been more than just bad. I guess I spoiled you, Belle. I didn't spend enough time with you and your brother Padma as well. Since you think so loudly, we will see about setting you straight first. Do not move, Paddy."
Padma, the Master of Beasts, tried to escape the room after hearing Mother say his name. He sat as the Dragon put a hand on his shoulder. All the children, except Oliver, feared Dalith. Whenever he got angry, he could still assume his dragon shape or send the fire shooting from his mouth.
"Now my little Belle, what should I do with you, to you and your pretty child, Musette. Yes, I will take her as my own. I will need a new maid."
"Mother, please, I'm sorry, I got bored. It was only a daydream. You know every little girl wants to become her mother," Belle smiled charmingly. She had always been able to stay out of trouble before using her charm and sexual attraction.
Buffy hit her with the full force of her power and Belle crumpled to the floor. "It's rude to interrupt when someone is talking. I see my children have forgotten their manners and their place. Come to me, Belle." Her hand extended outward then her fingers curled inward. As if a wire was attached to the other woman's body, Belle's floated toward Buffy even as she struggled. Pulling her so close their lips almost touched, "So beautiful, yet so spiteful and cruel to your own children. I didn't teach you that, Belle. Oh, by your face, I see you thought because I slept I didn't know. Poor little one, you are so young and know so little." Buffy shook her head. "You'll learn." Her voice became harsh, and quick as a snake her fangs sank into Belle's neck.
Belle Morte screamed at the agony. Mother could give unimaginable pleasure or cause your worse nightmares to came to life. She was experiencing the later. Belle saw a homeless hag used as a whore by anyone for food or shelter. Of all things, it was her greatest fear, not torture, but to become nothing, a nobody - obscurity.
Buffy ripped the clothes from Belle's body. She knew Belle's fears and planned to use them to bring her youngest child into line. Snapping her fingers to Dalith, she motioned the others to leave. Pointing for Padma to stay, he shivered while he waited for his own punishment. Buffy poured power into Belle's mind as her hands played over the lush body. In her mind, it wasn't Mother's hands she felt but countless dirty, hungry men. She saw herself as she always feared on a dirty mattress servicing man after man. Buffy pinched and pulled viciously on Belle's full breasts, before moving lower to stab three fingers into her at a furious rate. It seemed to go on endlessly, her hand never stopping as Belle screamed until no more sound could escape.
The bite changed then to one of comfort, Belle whimpered in her arms. Buffy pulled her close, stroking a hand down her body softly. Pulling her fangs free at last, she looked into the other's golden eyes. "Now we will have no more foolishness will we?" Belle shook her head. "That's good, baby girl, go to your room and stay there. When your Musette returns, you'll send her to me." Belle nodded, shakily stepped down from Buffy's lap and walked from the chamber.
Buffy watched her go, then turned eyes cold as ice on Padma. "Stand before me, so that I can see all the you've become." Padma slowly walked forward to stand several feet away from the throne. "My boy, you think it's your right to use my gift to torture those you control, who have done nothing to earn punishment? What is my rule?" she shouted.
"Protect what is ours from others, especially man," he whispered.
"Do you consider torturing and raping them, protecting them? It's good your son is dead, because I would've done it myself. You don't abuse what's given to you, Padma. I can always make more children." Her threat echoed clearly in the Council chambers. "Your punishment must fit your crimes. Come with me."
Buffy walked swiftly from the room, with Padma at her heels. She threw open his bedroom's doors where no less than ten weres waited. "Come to me." Her voice called to their beasts, caressing them in warmth and security. They moved toward her as a living blanket of arms and legs. Sniffing, licking and rubbing against her, they waited patiently.
"I must apologize for my son's bad care. You'll have the opportunity to return the favor. No further harm will come to you. If pain bring you pleasure, that's fine, but torture for anyone's amusement isn't allowed in my home. Padma, strip!" Her voice snapped out into the room in powerful waves.
He unbuttoned his shirt, swallowing as he remembered everything he'd done to his servants. Buffy found a comfortable chair and sat down to watch. A wereleopard rubbed at her leg while she scratched behind its ear.
Padma stood there naked and flaccid. "Oh, that won't do. Let me help you out, dear boy." Buffy's voice caressed each person, whether in human form or were they became immediately aroused and turned to her as a single entity. She sent her power straight into Padma, who grunted as it hit him. The weres turned and looked at him now as a cross between a juicy steak and their mate.
Fluidly they moved toward him, causing Padma to step back, only to hit the bed's edge. "That's thoughtful of you," a male weretiger said. He stood mid-shift, extending long claws that tore into Padma's upper thigh. The Beastmaster screamed from the pain, knowing he could do nothing in retaliation with Mother there watching. Another were bit into his other leg disabling him, the others smiled at each other. A weretiger shifted back into a 250 pounds man, which Padma had enjoyed tortuting to see just how much his muscular frame could endure. He flipped his master onto his stomach and mounted him in one smooth motion. Pointing at a werebear, he motioned for him to stand at Padma's head. The werebear held Padma's hair tightly as he fucked his mouth. A small blond female with huge brown eyes walked forward with a silver tipped cat-o-nine tails. She timed her lashes to his back between the two men's thrusts. Another crawled underneath to suck on Padma's already straining cock, then slipped on a cock ring. They continued to repay the Master of Beasts for over two hours.
Buffy sat watching quietly never saying a word, or turning a way. "That's enough, go clean up. I'll tend to my child." The weres quickly left as she approached the bed. Her hand trailed over his legs to his buttocks over his back, finally, coming to rest on his face. "Padma, have you learned your lesson? Or should I find several more playmates for you?"
"No, Mother, I've learned. Please, no more. I'll not forget again," he choked out. Padma could barely move even with his advanced healing.
"I'll leave you here to think on this and return tomorrow to feed you myself. But, Padma, no reprieve next time. I'll lock you in a cell and allow any who wish it to use you as they please, for eternity!"
He nodded his head, too frightened to talk. When Buffy closed the door, he sighed, never having seen her like this before. Of course, she had never left them alone before, either. They never would've tried half of the what they did while she slept were she awake.
Dalith and Sarah waited for Buffy in her 'official' rooms. Only Dalith knew where they were and how to gain access. "Mother, I've missed you." Sarah moved across the room to Buffy's waiting arms.
"Ah, my sweet Sarah, how are you? Something tells me you're feeling better. Could it be a certain person has finally come to his senses?" Buffy glanced pointedly at Dalith.
He blushed causing Buffy to laugh. "Now my sweet, you're going to have to help my Dragon. We're going to be having guests soon. I want everything to be perfect for their arrival."
"Who is coming?" Sarah looked from Buffy to Dalith. She was a sweet faced blonde with large pale blue eyes. They took up her whole face and her shy smile made people want to protect her.
"Why the people responsible for killing my Twist, of course. Belle's boy, Jean-Claude and all their people, especially that she-bitch. Yes, her, I have some delicious plans for. He thinks he's the head of his own line and Belle in her youth thought so as well. It'll be interesting to see how this plays out when he realizes what he is and who he has to thank for it," Buffy laughed.
"What is he then? I don't understand," Sarah asked.
"He's marked thanks to his servant, and is now Mother's servant. That's why Belle lost control over him."
"Dragon, you're so smart. That's why Belle isn't in more trouble than she is; her actions delivered a wonderful gift - vengeance. Now, tell Alice, she's to haunt the human's dreams. I'll take care of the rest."
The two left her alone as Buffy smiled to herself. Looking in the mirror, she frowned, definitely need a new look. Her hair reached all the way to her knees in a dark golden cloud of soft waves. She wore a dress that was the height of fashion several centuries old. "Finally, the twentieth century, now I can have some real clothes. I wonder if any of the people I knew are alive in this time." She shook her head after thousands and thousands of years she never allowed herself to think back, or forward, to that time and wasn't about to start now. No, she had a life now. A life with new rules, hell not only new rules, but rules that she made.
Buffy's latest power gave her the change her appearance to whatever she pictured in her mind. Closing her eyes, the dark gold waves shrunk up to the middle of her back and lightened to a pale shimmering blonde. Her skin, which never lost its golden color, appeared even more sun kissed. She added some streaks of red around her face. Just then, the door opened and several women entered carrying armloads of clothes with Dalith walking behind them. Buffy clapped her hands like a small child on Christmas morning.
"You're such a clever boy, Dragon. That's why you're my favorite." She grabbed an outfit that suit her mood and quickly changed. "Well, what do you think?" Buffy spun around for his approval.
"Beautiful as always, Mother." Dalith was happy to have her back. Now, that he finally admitted his feelings for Sarah, he could once again enjoy having Buffy close again.
Buffy stopped smiling. "After tonight, they'll be here in no less than two days. I want them in the east wing away from everyone, but Jean-Claude. He's to have the yellow room." Dalith's eyes glittered as he watched. The fortress was a warren of hidden passageways and only Buffy knew them all. The yellow room had a passageway that led directly to Buffy's room. "Yes, I'm expecting several visits from that particular guest. Now, I know you must rest soon so I only want to let you know that I'm happy for you and Sarah. Why don't you go tuck her in for the day?"
She dismissed the women after they finished putting away the clothes. Sitting in the middle of a huge bed, Buffy closed her eyes as she searched. Her eyes moved under her lids then a huge smile spread across her face. "Ah, there you are, and you're resting. What a good boy. Just the way I wanted you."
Jean-Claude lay in his coffin. He had slept with Anita the last two nights and had no choice but to return tonight. He wanted to stay and celebrate their victory when Anita received a call from RPIT. As he felt his soul leave, Jean-Claude sighed and became still.
He lay naked on a bed then he felt the most intense pleasure as someone drank from him. His back arched as his body strained for release, small hands soothed his flesh lovingly before they firmly grasped his hardening flesh. They stroked him to the point of release then retreated. Moments later a warm mouth suckled on him taking him down its throat, teasing, nibbling, expertly, but again he wasn't allowed to cum. Jean-Claude was almost beside himself with the powerful lust that was strumming through his body. Now, he felt a body slide down him, capture him between vice-like thighs. He had never felt anything like this; a thousand pinpoints of pleasure were housed within that channel. It wrapped around him grabbing hold only to release him as it moved up and down and around his shaft.
His back once again arched, his hips moved at a rapid pace and he again felt fangs sliding into his throat. A scream tore from his lips as waves of pleasure hit his body. It was so intense that it was on the edge of pain making it that much more intense. His eyes popped open, Jean-Claude blinked several times when he saw green dots staring at him before they slowly faded away. He drew in a deep breath realizing he was still in his coffin.
"Mon Dieu, what was that? You cannot dream when the soul leaves you." His hand reached out to open the coffin's lid when he realized that he was nude. His fingers went immediately to his neck and came away with fresh blood. He inhaled deeply; he smelled himself, a woman, sex and vanilla.
Jean-Claude opened the coffin looking out he saw no one. He grabbed his clothes and quickly made his way back to his rooms. He didn't know what was happening or how he would tell Anita about this.