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Extended Layover

Babes

Sequel to my earlier story ‘Two-Hour Layover.’

Jess peeked over the newspaper in her hands for the umpteenth time, wondering just how much longer she should wait in the lobby before giving up and admitting that he wasn’t going to make it this time. But he had assured her that he would be at the hotel, even after several schedule changes on both their parts had more than once made things look doubtful. But they hadn’t been able to talk all week and she was now falling victim to her insecurities again.

Fifteen more minutes, she promised herself. If he wasn’t there by then he wouldn’t be there. Maybe she could still make the late afternoon symposium on accounting advances for the 21st century instead of sitting in her room feeling sorry for herself. Not that she gave a damn about accounting software. The only thing she wanted this afternoon, had wanted all week in fact, was to finally finish off what she and Marc had started in his back seat five months ago. This time she didn’t want it to be his hand against her jeans that got her off, but his cock buried to the hilt in her velvet glove.

She returned her attention to the paper in her hands, rereading the same article on global warming that she had been attempting to read for the last twenty minutes. Unfortunately every time she got to the term ‘surface heat’ all she could think of the temperature build up between two naked bodies as they danced the horizontal mambo. A small smile danced across Jessica’s mouth as she wondered what irreparable damage she and Marc would do to the earth’s ecosystem today when their passion set the sheets on fire.

Her eyes wandered back toward the doorway again. This time, though, Marc stood just inside the entrance, allowing his eyes a moment to adjust to the indoors. She tossed the paper on the table in front of her and practically jumped from her seat in her eagerness to get to him. ‘So much for being cool and composed,’ Jess thought wryly. But today wasn’t about being composed. Today was about making her wildest fantasies come true.

Unlike the airport, Marc spotted her instantly this time, smiling in welcome as they met each other in the middle of the lobby. Also unlike their first meeting Jessica didn’t hesitate to drop a kiss filled with promise on his mouth. No need to be shy with the same man she had known rather intimately her last visit here. “Hi there.” She said with a sultry smile.

“It’s good to see you.” Marc’s hand was warm on her lower back and he dropped another brief kiss on her mouth. “You look great.” His eye traveled over her body appreciatively.

Under his scrutiny her nipples strained against the soft fabric of the dress. “You are staying, aren’t you?” Jessica asked, her hand sliding up his arm.

His smile faltered and Jess felt her heart sink. “Not as long as I had originally planned.” Marc admitted. “My cell phone’s not working and I can’t get in touch with my wife to let her know I’ll be late.” His frustration was evident. “I can’t quite call from a hotel three miles away, either.”

Jessica quashed her disappointment. She knew all along that ‘real life’ would come before their afternoon together. But she didn’t have to like it. “Do you at least have time to come upstairs for a bit?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve got a few hours.” He assured her. “Just not as long as I would’ve liked.”

Jess grinned and led him away from the lobby. They could accomplish quite a lot in a few hours. “I think we’ll manage.” She said confidently, pressing the elevator button and silently commanding it to be waiting on the other side of the closed doors.

Marc smiled wickedly. “Yes. We will.”

Surprisingly the doors did as she had wished and they stepped into the small lift. She punched the button to her floor and waited impatiently for the car to begin its ascent. Of course she would have to be on the top floor.

Standing there that close to Marc, Jessica considered giving him a sample of what awaited him in her room, but remembered the security camera mounted in the corner. She had made it through the week anticipating what was about to happen, hadn’t she? Certainly two more minutes wouldn’t kill her. Hopefully.

Instead they chatted about the weather and other safe topics until she had opened the door and they were finally alone in her room. As soon as the door clicked into place Marc covered her mouth with a soul searing kiss, his tongue probing familiarly. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I have been looking forward to that all week.” He said, nibbling a path to the base of her neck.

Jess felt that familiar rush of moisture between her legs and knew that what they were about to do was going to feel incredible. She stepped out of her shoes as she urged him further into the room. They ended up seated on the foot of the king size bed, kissing and caressing with the urgency of long lost lovers.

His hand cupped one of her breasts and she felt his mouth smile against hers. He pulled back slightly and lifted Alanya Esmer Escort the collar of her dress to confirm that she was as bra-less as she felt. “That’s nice.” Marc said approvingly. “Very nice.”

“That’s not all.” Jess was sitting next to him with her legs on either side of him, getting close in any and every way possible. She took the hand from her breast and led it under her skirt to her very wet, very naked pussy.

Marc moaned and covered her mouth again, his tongue sliding against hers intimately as he sunk a finger into her juicy cunt. His thumb expertly caressed her clit while he slowly fucked her slippery sheath, curling up into her and finding her g-spot with unerring accuracy. It wasn’t long before Jessica was digging her heels into the bed and arching up to meet his hand, moaning into his mouth as her first orgasm swiftly ripped through her.

“Oh damn! That felt good.” Slowly she lowered herself back onto the bed, her thigh brushing against his straining hard-on. Her hand slid between them, caressing his length through his trousers. “Speaking of things that feel good…”

“Yes. That does feel good.” He agreed his eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure of her caress.

“I’m thinking we’re a little over-dressed here.” Her fingers moved up to the buttons on his shirt. “May I?”

“Sure.” Marc smiled indulgently, realizing that this was all part of the fantasy for her.

Slowly, savoring the moment, she eased each button out of its hole, stopping briefly to burrow her fingers through the small mat of hair on his chest. He was just right. Not hairless like a little boy, not too much like some kind of missing link. Eagerly she tugged the shirt tails out of the way first before moving down to her ultimate goal—his pants.

Deftly Jess unfastened his belt and slid down his zipper, smiling when she encountered sheer black boxers underneath. “For me?” She said with a grin, her hand sliding the smooth fabric over his cock once more before reaching inside to free it from its confines. ‘This monster cock all stiff and hard for me is a true thing of beauty,’ she mused briefly before bending over and taking the quivering head into her mouth.

Marc groaned and thrust slowly up into her, urging Jess to take him deeper. Since she had thought of little else all week she eagerly slid down his length, her tongue caressing the underside of his staff as she went. Slowly she moved up and down, sucking a little harder, taking him in a little deeper with every stroke. He tasted so good and felt even better in her mouth. There was a faint hint of cologne someplace and he even smelled good.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Jessica realized the song playing on the radio was one of her favorites. She smiled as she really went to work on his straining rod, thinking how this image would replay in her mind from now on when she heard the tune on her car radio. God help her if she was in rush hour traffic.

“Wait.” She pulled her mouth away but kept her hand hard at work gliding over his staff. “I was promised balls this time. I want to feel your balls in my mouth.”

“I think we can arrange that.” Marc undid his shoes before standing up and easing his pants off the rest of the way, his cock standing erect and inviting.

With her hands on the hem of her dress Jessica hesitated, wrestling with a bout of last minute pre-coital insecurities. “Go on.” He urged, his eyes never leaving her as he set his clothes on the chair in the corner.

“It’s not like you do this everyday, right?” She blurted, annoyed at her own insecurity but still needing some reassurance that she wasn’t one of many in a long line of lovers.

“No. I don’t.” Marc assured with an understanding smile.

What was she worried about? She might not be the be the hottest property on the planet, but Marc had come here to be with Her today. And she very much wanted to be with him right now. Not to mention that he now stood before her very naked with a very healthy hard-on. And she hated the idea of wasting such an upstanding opportunity. Without further pre-amble she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it onto the chair with his clothes.

Marc moved to stand in front of her, gently cupping her breasts. He lightly brushed a calloused thumb over each nipple as he tested the weight of her ample melons in his hands. “I was right before. These are nice.” He murmured appreciatively before lowering his mouth to capture the distended tip between his lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud and Jess moaned low in her throat, arching her back to offer herself up to him.

‘That feels incredible!’ was about the only coherent thought Jess could manage. That and hoping her knees wouldn’t buckle under her while he very thoroughly nibbled and sucked first her left breast, then the right.

Only when he was satisfied that he had worshiped her creamy white globes sufficiently Alanya Eve Gelen Escort did he wrap her into his embrace, his cock fitting nicely between the apex of her thighs. “Skin against skin.” Marc whispered before devouring her lips with the same intensity that he had just shown her chest. His hard-on was nestled between her wet folds, eagerly bobbing against her aching clit.

“I’m thinking somebody wants a little more attention.” Jess gave a husky little laugh before lowering to her knees in front of him and returning her focus to his rigid staff. She looked up into his eyes and ran her tongue teasingly over the quivery head before slowly licking down the length of his cock to provide the promised attention to his balls. Tentatively she lapped at one and was rewarded by a deep sigh from above. Encouraged by his response she slowly sucked his testicle into her mouth, caressing the cum-filled sac with her tongue.

Her fingers wrapped around his dick and she slid her fingers along his length as she switched her attention to the other side, filling her mouth with his warm, tender flesh and sucking gently. Unable to resist the draw of his shaft any longer, Jessica nibbled a path back up the underside of his cock before wrapping her mouth around the tip and easing down his length.

Marc’s fingers tangled into her hair, holding her at the base of his cock for a moment before easing back and slowly starting to fuck her face. Jess wrapped a hand around each of his ass cheeks and sucked him in deeper with every thrust.

The glide of his unyielding rod over her tongue, the feel of his muscles working under her hands with every powerful thrust made her hot and wet with need. She was just debating whether to take one of her hands off his ass and work her own clit when he slowed down and eased out of her mouth.

“Let’s do this on the bed.” He helped her up and backed toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, his mouth hungry on hers again as they went. “Baby, I’ve got to taste you.” There was a desperate note in his voice that mirrored her own need for him.

They tumbled onto the bed and, with single-minded determination, Jessica again sought out his straining cock. Only once she had her mouth around him again did she head heed the silent urging of his hands and position her hot, wet pussy over his face. At the first flick of his tongue over her swollen clit Jess ground her cunt into his face and gave Marc just what he wanted, a flood of cum over his tongue and face.

She had hoped that with Marc’s very talented tongue oral sex would be great, but she hadn’t anticipated just how great. The first time he sucked on the inner lips of her pussy she almost shot right off the bed. Jessica had to force herself to stop sucking more than once so as not to bite off anything vital. Talk about sensory overload! But damn did he know all the right things to do with his tongue.

Focused as she was on sucking Marc’s thick, hard shaft as deep as she could between orgasms she lost all track of time. It was only her quivering arms and legs that finally forced her to roll off his masterful tongue and collapse onto the bed next to him.

“You taste great, Baby.” Marc leaned over and gave her a long leisurely kiss filled with the taste of her own cum. That combined with his hard-on pressing against her thigh kicked up her temperature another few notches. “And you were right about being messy.” He chuckled and scrubbed at his beard playfully. “But a very good messy.”

“Fuck that was good!” Jessica sighed contentedly.

“Mmmmmmm…yes, you are.” He agreed, nibbling a path down her neck.

Jess dropped her head to one side to allow him better access to lick, nibble and suck as he saw fit. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they stood achingly erect before and a deep moan escaped her lips when he captured them between his teeth. Jess could feel his tongue slide over the pink bud before sucking the entire nipple into his mouth. Her tits hadn’t seen this much action since breast-feeding her daughter, and that didn’t feel anywhere near as pleasant as this did.

Satisfied that her nipples had been well attended, Marc put a knee on either side of her rib cage and slid his stiff cock between her breasts. He reached for the bottle of lube she had left on the bedside table and drizzled it out of the tube in a thin line in the valley between her breasts. She squirmed against the cold liquid as he moved the bottle over her, ensuring that she would be wet and ready for him. His cock waved impatiently above her tits as he squeezed them together experimentally, warming and spreading the lube by gently kneaded her fleshy mounds together before molding her tits around his erection. “Oh yeahhhhhhhhh.” It came out as a moan as he slowly sank into her ample bosom again and again.

Jess knew that this was one of Marc’s fantasies but she was unprepared for what a Alanya Evi Olan Escort turn on it would be for her as well. Watching the head of his cock surging in and out of her tits, almost close enough for her to suck into her mouth was hotter than she could have possibly imagined. It might not be as satisfying as his tongue wrapped around her clit, but there was still something incredibly erotic about it. Watching the head of his cock surge forward, pulling tighter with each thrust, had her hot and wet all over again. She pinched at her nipples and squeezed her tits tightly around his cock, her tongue darting out to swipe at the glistening tip with each up thrust.

Once she got the feel for this hot new twist on an old theme she urged him back down on the bed and took the top position again, which allowed for an even smoother tit-fuck. In fascination Jess watched the eye of his cock contract and expand and knew Marc was close to cumming. Anxious to feel his hot juices coursing down her throat again she abandoned her hold on her breasts and wrapped her lips around his rigid staff again, sucking him in deeply while he fucked her eager mouth. It wasn’t long before his hand wrapped into her blonde hair and he surged deep into her and let loose with spurt after spurt of deliciously satisfying cum.

She managed to save some on her tongue and crawled slowly up his reclining body, her nipples rubbing across his hot flesh. Hovering above his mouth she drizzled some of his cum onto his tongue before kissing him hungrily. “MMmmmmm…that was even better than I remembered from before.” Jessica smacked her lips together and grinned at him playfully.

“Yes it was.” Marc agreed, his hand curving over her shoulder possessively. “And much hotter.”

“And we’re not even dressed this time.” Jess giggled, rubbing her naked body up against his for no other reason than she finally could.

Marc seemed to have a similar pre-occupation with touching her. One hand would smooth down her back to cup her ass while the other casually fondled a breast, content to occasionally rub his thumb over her stiff nipple while they talked, cuddled, laughed and just plain recovered from what had to be the best 69ing ever experienced by mere mortals. Certainly the best she had ever had the pleasure of participating in anyway.

They spent a while catching up on each other’s week, sharing stories while they recovered the use of their limbs again. The radio was only a background noise until one particular commercial full of strange animal sounds sent them into fits of laughter. “What the hell are you listening to?” Marc asked, reaching across her for the clock radio.

“I have no idea.” She giggled, nipping playfully at the shoulder in front of her. “I stopped when I found a song I liked.”

He turned the dial to a station he was more familiar with and was less likely to make them laugh at a crucial moment before returning his attention to the blonde beneath him. “Now, where were we?”

“Talking about sex.” Jessica winked playfully. “But what else is new?”

“Why are we talking about it when we could be doing it?” Marc’s hand cupped an ample breast, his tongue toying with the nipple until it hardened to his liking.

“Well, because…” Whatever she was about to say about needing recovery time died off when her fingers wrapped around his very erect staff. “Damn.” Jess was married to a one-shot wonder and was amazed to find Marc at full attention again so soon after their first session.

“Unless you need more rest.” He teased, moving his attentions to her other nipple.

“I’m not here to rest.” She replied, stroking her hand up and down his length. ‘Oh no. She definitely wasn’t here to rest,’ Jess thought, loving the magic his mouth was working on her. She was here to indulge herself in a major-league, no-holds barred fuckathon.

Marc rolled onto his back and this time she straddled him, fitting his straining shaft between her legs where the head could rub her clit. She rocked against him slowly, her hands over his as he gently kneaded her swollen breasts. His arms slid around her and pulled her toward him, exchanging another promising kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in much the same way his cock would soon be filling her pussy.

He sought out her breasts again, laving and suckling each thoroughly before guiding her back onto his raging hard-on. Slowly Jessica eased down the wonderfully stiff length of his long rod, wanting to enjoy every sensation the first time he slid into her. Months of anticipation couldn’t have prepared her for how incredible it would feel the first time he filled her completely. And that was only the half of it. Once he started to move beneath her that pleasure intensified with each thrust. It wasn’t long before she clenched around him and came in a blinding rush.

Marc pulled her into his embrace again and kissed her hungrily, never once stopping his deep strokes up into her tight, wet cunt. She soon lost count of how often she came on his rock hard cock, but his ‘enthusiasm’ never seemed to waver. Talk about feast or famine! If she could fuck like this the rest of her life she’d never go hungry again. Of course, this kind of intensity would probably put her in an early grave, but what a way to go.

Existence in the Shadows

Brunette

Kya surveyed the crowd for possible candidates as her hunger for liquid sustenance grew unbearable. Feeding on the living distressed her and she always waited until it was absolutely necessary.

However, Kya rarely drained a victim causing their death. Only when attacked or threatened did she willing take a life. Many of her mortal emotions had remained intact after her conversion and it mystified her maker.

Kya enjoyed many of the human pursuits and desires that inhabited her being as a flesh and blood young woman. Her maker considered this an aberration among their kind. Although not rare, it occurred infrequently.

In the one hundred plus years since her conversion, Kya had explored numerous sexual encounters with the opposite sex. While any long term liaison was doomed from the start, many brief associations proved to be very satisfying.

But, modern times with its divorce rate and lack of commitment amazed and confused her Victorian sensibilities.

The world had changed at a dizzying pace and while she craved sexual contact with them, men had very little appeal to her in the twenty first century. Occasionally, one came along that intrigued her but not often enough.

In the later part of the twentieth century as sexual mores loosened considerably, Kya found the sensuous company of women to be just as if not more satisfying.

The wedding reception was held in one the swankiest hotels of New Orleans. Kya had discovered long ago that the larger the reception the easier it was to blend in. Many of the men were entranced by the svelte, dark haired beauty as she swept effortlessly thru the crowd.

After appraising most of the guests, Kya decided on one strapping young man to satisfy her need. With her hypnotic eyes, she lured the young man to an elevator and hit the stop button. While he was in a trance like state, her needle sharp fangs penetrated his jugular and she drank deeply.

In an hour or so, he would wake a little weak but none the worse for wear and remember nothing. The recuperative powers of the young and the rejuvenating effects of their blood were highly sought after by her kind.

As Kya skirted the hallway near the ballroom looking for the nearest exit, a very pretty young woman with golden hair and deep blue eyes walked hurriedly toward her.

“Excuse me, but I’m looking for my cousin Travis. I thought I saw him leave with someone that looked a lot like you.” She said in a concerned but guileless way.

Kya was rarely seen by a mortal with her victim. Instantaneously, she was captivated by the girls’ beauty and the fact that she had been seen.

“What does he look like?” Kya asked in a lilting accented voice despite knowing the truth.

“Oh, he’s about six three, big but not fat with brown hair and brown eyes.” She stated while wringing her hands with worry.

Kya was sympathetic to the young woman’s plight and without realizing put her hands on the girl’s wrist.

“Oh, your hands are so cold; you poor thing, it’s drafty in this hallway.” The girl stated with genuine anxiety and tenderly rubbed Kya’s hands in the pointless hope of warming them.

Kya experienced a flood of emotion from the concern on the girl’s face and the touch of her warm hands. She was overwhelmed by a desire, a sexual desire that hadn’t been satisfied in a long time.

There was only one problem, Kya’s basic need to feed was sated and any additional contact with the living carried the risk of recognition.

The young woman put her arm around Kya and led her back to the ballroom. She draped a sweater over her shoulders.

“That should warm you up some.” The young woman said with caring.

The gesture of kindness affected Kya deeply.

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Kya.” She stated with a slight British accent.

Her nearly hypnotic gaze was fixed on the young woman.

“I’m Brianna.” The vivacious young lady stated.

Kya was startled by Brianna’s sudden outburst.

“Travis! There you are! Your Dad’s been looking for you.” Brianna said with relief.

Travis entered the room rubbing his head.

“I think I had too much to drink.” He said in a woozy voice.

Brianna introduced Kya and Travis looked at her with no recollection at all.

Kya was extremely uncomfortable in the brightly lit ballroom but was riveted to the spot by her curious attraction to Brianna. There was something about the young woman that she couldn’t identify. A quality that attracted her to the girl but for the moment was unrecognizable.

Several noisy guests broke out in song and it disturbed Kya. She disliked crowds and preferred the shadows. But, Brianna spoke first.

“I know an intimate wine bar around the corner. Care to join me for a drink?”

During Brianna’s senior year at college, she was introduced to girl on girl sex by her longtime friend, Devon. It proved to be immensely satisfying and she actively engaged in torrid encounters with her roommate and others.

Although considered beautiful by her male and female doeda peers, Brianna’s experience with men was limited. In fact, men failed to light her sexual fires with any success.

When Brianna first glimpsed Kya, she was instantly aware of a sexual attraction to the mysterious stranger.

Kya marveled at the effect Brianna had on her and readily accepted the invitation.

They were seated in a far corner and the server brought two glasses of house red. Brianna chattered away and drank to her hearts content.

Kya listened rapturously as Brianna regaled her with stories about college and growing up in Washington DC.

“Don’t you like the wine.” Brianna asked as she noticed that Kya’s glass was untouched.

Brianna had been talking for over an hour but time meant something entirely different to Kya. She could have listened to Brianna talk for the rest of the night.

With trepidation, Brianna studied Kya’s face as something about her didn’t seem right. She hadn’t noticed at the wedding but the glittering dark eyes, pale complexion and pointy teeth were reminiscent of something… Suddenly, she recoiled when a dark realization took shape in her mind. Then, a look of fear washed over her face.

Kya saw Brianna’s reaction.

“Please don’t be frightened” Kya stated with the same lilting and reassuring voice.

“Who are you?” Brianna asked in a shaky voice and avoided looking into Kya’s sparkling eyes.

Kya could have easily put Brianna in a trance but chose not to. She could sense that the girl was starting to grasp the danger in the situation and was near panic.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Brianna uttered quietly in a voice bordering on terror.

“I would never harm you. Forgive me but you fascinated me.” Kya said in an ultra soothing voice.

It took a few minutes but Brianna gradually controlled the panic that seized her mind and studied Kya carefully.

“You’re very pretty.” Brianna said with renewed interest.

“Thank You.” Kya answered with gratitude.

“I was attracted to you the first time I saw you.” Brianna admitted shyly.

Kya heard the comment and although it puzzled her, she suddenly grasped the intent.

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew.” Brianna said dejectedly.

Kya was flattered beyond words. She had been approached by many women but never one as pretty and charming as Brianna. If it had been possible, she would have blushed.

“I’m very flattered. You know, you’re beautiful. How old are you?” Kya asked with curiosity.

“I just turned twenty one.” Brianna said bashfully.

Kya was completely enthralled by the innocent and demure young beauty.

“Would it be improper to ask how old you are?” Brianna asked in a whisper.

“Not at all, let’s just say I’m over a hundred.” Kya stated in a soothing voice.

Kya saw Brianna’s nipples poke against the fabric of her sheer dress and it excited her. Sex was the only emotion that could warm her body.

Brianna saw Kya’s interest.

“Have you ever been with a…” Brianna tried to ask.

“Yes, but never one as lovely as you.’ Kya stated truthfully with growing need.

Brianna blushed deep red and her coyness was inflaming Kya’s lust. But, suddenly the fear returned and Brianna was visibly shaking.

The excitement had warmed Kya’s hands and as she clutched Brianna’s, she looked deep into her eyes.

“You are afraid for the wrong reasons, only my desire for you could warm me like this.” Kya spoke with passion.

Kya saw tears envelope Brianna’s eyes and she felt emotional pangs of protectiveness.

“Come, let’s go somewhere private.” Kya implored with a touch of hypnotic suggestion.

“Trust me” Kya relayed telepathically.

But, Brianna’s hands were trembling with anxiety and she could hear the girl’s heart thudding in her chest. She was about to release the terrified girl and let her go when…

“Ok, I will trust you.” Brianna said tremulously.

Kya’s heightened senses intuited that the girl was scared but curious and desired her sexually. Brianna paid the bill and allowed herself to be led outside by Kya.

As with most humans, the fear and flight response to danger gripped Brianna. But, a part of her trusted Kya and desired her.

“How is it possible to engage in sex when the other person is a…” Brianna thought to herself but her mind refused to acknowledge the word that formed in her brain.

They walked to the other side of the French Quarter and with Kya’s arm around her, Brianna felt more safe and secure.

Kya stopped in front of a small but elegant hotel. The manager recognized Kya and showed them to a room decorated in the early French style of New Orleans.

Brianna stood in the room with her head down as anxiety and fear still played a role in her demeanor. Kya started to undress her with a sensual élan and gazed in awe at the innocent young beauty in her silky undies.

“What beautiful undergarments.” Kya said with admiration.

“Victoria’s Secret.” eş değiştirmeli porno Brianna said proudly.

With an unearthly light touch Kya’s fingers traced over the velvety skin of youth as Brianna shivered with excitement.

“So pretty.” Kya said admiringly.

However, when she lowered her head to kiss the supple flesh, Brianna jumped back in fear at the sight of Kya’s sharp teeth and fangs.

Kya, using her formidable strength, drew the frightened girl against her body and calmed her. She commanded Brianna to look at her and slowly the girl raised her head. Grasping Brianna’s hands, she ran them over the pointy porcelain surfaces.

“See my darling, just sharp teeth. They won’t hurt you.” Kya implored in a serene voice.

Brianna sagged against Kya and gently laid her head on Kya’s shoulder. Kya was bursting with emotion from the display of trust and tenderly embraced the young woman.

Brianna watched with fascination as Kya removed her clothing and stood gloriously naked before her. A tingly dampness crept into her nether regions as she gazed longingly at Kya’s unnaturally beautiful body.

Kya with panther like movements lay prone on top of Brianna and sweetly kissed the warm blood filled flesh of Brianna’s neck and face. The effect was immediate and Brianna’s pussy creamed uncontrollably.

Kya trailed kisses over the silky flesh until her mouth enveloped a lush pink nipple. With ultimate care, she nipped the straining bud with her sharp teeth sending waves of sensual pleasure thru Brianna’s body.

Brianna cried out in ecstasy. The torrent of sensation was indescribably powerful and she craved more.

Kya suckled the hardened nubs with otherworldly skill. She delighted in giving pleasure to the beautiful maiden beneath her. Then her vampire senses alerted her to the fact that the girl was a virgin.

How was it possible? Kya knew that girls in Brianna’s time lost their virginity at a much younger age.

Kya squeezed with tender care the baseball sized mounds on Brianna’s chest relishing the firmness and texture of the skin. The warm flesh was flush with desire and inflamed her feral instincts.

With demonic determination, Kya nipped, licked and sucked until sensory overload swept thru Brianna’s body and wracked her with a volcanic orgasm.

Brianna shook and held on to Kya for dear life as spasms tore thru her body and pulsated deep in her quaking pussy.

“OH KYA!” She bellowed in huge panting breaths.

Kya perceived the need to slow the proceedings and gently caressed the trembling girl to her bosom. A sudden musical ditty interrupted the mood.

“Oh shit! I forgot to call my uncle!” Brianna cried and reached for her purse.

Kya stared with amusement as the young woman chatted amiably with someone on the other end of a cell phone. Her heightened senses discerned the love and caring from the male voice. On some level it pleased her to know that Brianna was loved and cherished. But, why did she live with her uncle?

When Brianna ended the call, she tenderly snuggled against Kya. The room was a bit chilly.

“I’m cold.” Brianna stated at the same instant it registered in her brain.

Kya drew a blanket around the slender figure and ran her strong hands over the fragile body.

“Why do you live with your Uncle? Kya inquired.

“My folks died in an auto accident a few years ago.” The snuggling figure said wearily.

Before Kya had a chance to ask more questions, Brianna’s body slowly went limp in her grasp. Her chest rose and fell in unison with her breathing at a steady rate; a sure sign that she had fallen asleep.

Gradually, a succession of memories paraded thru Kya’s mind; triggered by Brianna’s admission that she lived with her uncle.

Kya failed to remember the dates anymore but Victoria was Queen of England and at the height of her reign. Britain was a world power and her ships sovereign of the seas.

Kya was born Victoria Elizabeth Grantley to a loving mother and father whom she adored. Her upbringing was typical for the strict ethics of the times but was tempered by her parent’s lenient ways.

Kya’s father was a colonel in the British Army newly assigned to a post in Africa. As a high ranking officer, he was accorded the opportunity to take his family. Kya was barely sixteen and full of life but her mother was a delicate person; almost frail.

The rigorous journey to the exotic locale proved fatal for her mother when she developed a high fever and died before they reached Khartoum.

Kya and her father were heartbroken. He had dearly loved his wife and her unbearable loss weighed heavily on his mind.

“I should have left you both safe and secure at home.” He would say to Kya in a terribly sad voice.

Kya found solace in books and while she disliked life on the post, the nearness to her father comforted her. Her amah or nanny, was from India and showed her tender loving care.

By the time of her eighteenth birthday, genç porno Kya had serious romantic feelings for a young cavalry officer. Her beauty had reached its apex and many young officers vied for her affections.

But, as fate would dictate, he was killed along with her father while on a routine patrol; ambushed by insurgents.

Kya was an orphan, although not uncommon, it relegated her to life with a less than caring relative. She was officially “persona non grata” with a much lower social status and marriage prospects.

Soon after her father’s death, Kya was informed that her Uncle would be arriving from England to take charge of her affairs. She recalled her uncle, Archibald Grevel, and his severe demeanor when he visited at holidays. He was a widower having lost a wife and young son in one of the mini epidemics that occasionally swept thru London in those times.

A letter arrived addressed to Kya and Uncle Grevel, as he preferred to be called, expected her to be packed and ready for the return trip to Britain. Further, he saw no need at her age to continue her education. With her future in doubt, a career in teaching was an acceptable possibility.

Kya, still grief stricken over the loss of her parents, contemplated running away. In Victorian England, teachers were a vastly underpaid and poorly respected lot. But, life on the run was an even bleaker choice with little hope of survival, especially in Africa.

Kya’s amah comforted her with the love of a parent. She watched the child grow into a beautiful young woman and it pained her greatly to see her sorrow and dejection.

With her uncle’s arrival in a few short days, Kya was sitting on the patio watching the clouds race in front of the moon when a sudden noise caught her attention. It was her amah calling her name.

“Victoria!” she called in her Indian accent.

“I’m here!” Kya exclaimed.

“You should be in bed. It’s very late” Her amah scolded.

Kya’s amah had a strange expression on her face and was looking at her neck.

“What’s wrong?” Kya asked.

“It’s dangerous to be outside when it is late and you are alone.” Amah said warily in her thick accent.

“Why? I’m not afraid of wild animals.” Kya said with the confidence of youth.

“It’s not wild animals that concern me. There are more dangerous things that lurk in the darkness.” Her amah said in a frightened voice with an eye cast to the shadows.

Kya reluctantly went to bed but her amah’s words ignited her inquisitive nature. The next night she lay in bed until her amah was asleep. Stealthily, she crept to the patio and sat in the darkness with only the moonlight for company.

Kya was lightly dozing when she perceived a shimmering shadow of white approaching. The figure at the center was a beautiful African woman with glittering eyes.

The shadow perceived great sorrow in Kya and was moved by the tragedy that had enveloped her life. She regarded the beautiful and slender mortal with something akin to sympathy in human terms.

“Why are you sad?” The figure asked Kya in a light musical voice.

Kya, with great effort, recalled the events that reshaped her life. At the end she grieved anew and heaving sobs wracked her body.

The African woman in white embraced her and looked at her compassionately. So young and yet…

In her entrancing and musical voice the apparition explained to Kya how her life could be altered forever. She had a choice, life with her uncle or an entirely different but powerful existence; one that would last many lifetimes.

Kya remembered the hypnotic beauty of her maker as she rested in the comforting embrace; especially the luminescent eyes.

“Think carefully about the choice I offer you.” The apparition advised and gradually dissolved leaving Kya alone in the darkness.

The next day, Kya replayed the events of the previous night over and over in her mind.

“Was it a dream?” she kept asking herself.

Kya dared not mention a word to her amah and as night approached, she was more certain of her decision. Better an existence in the shadows than life with her uncle in London.

As Kya waited patiently for her amah to fall asleep, the room grew lighter until the beautiful African woman appeared at the foot of her bed.

The figure moved silently towards Kya and perceived her desire. It wasn’t until the glowing face was inches from her own when Kya saw the sharp teeth. For a brief moment, fear played across her mind but she remembered nothing else.

When Kya woke, she was instantly aware of the change inside her. The night enveloped her and she found peace in the shadows. Her hearing, sight and all her senses were greatly heightened. Her maker gave her an African name, Kya, and she willing discarded Victoria.

Kya was consumed with a need for human blood and under her maker’s watchful gaze, she found a youth tending his flock of sheep. Her maker was near and studied her reactions with care

Once the youth was entranced, she sank her needle sharp fangs into his vein and sucked his life’s essence. Her first few efforts at restraint failed and the lifeless bodies caused her great pain.

One evening as the shadows lengthened, she saw a very handsome man by the riverbank. He was washing his body and singing a song she remembered as a mortal.