"The Price of Immortality" (closed)

[PennySaver]

"The Price of Immortality"

(closed)​

(OOC: Please ignore the decrepit nature of the building seen in Emelia's picture below. Try to imagine an elegant location.)

From midway between the first and second floors, Emelia Greer studied the nervous-looking man standing in the foyer of the Hampshire House. He was flanked by two rough and tough looking men clad in black suits. They weren't the reason he was so nervous, though. Doctor Paul Cooper was about to betray his professional oath by giving Emelia personal information about yet another man, information protected by doctor-patient confidentiality.

He knew he shouldn't do this, of course. He could lose his license and practice. But looking up to the elegant home's second floor landing, he caught sight of his payment for this professional betrayal. He drew, held, and slowly released a deep breath, awed by the young thing that had brought him so much delight and pleasure the last time he'd come to the country mansion.

"Doctor," Emelia called down with a tone and expression of expectation. Paul pulled his eyes away from one beauty to look to the other. Emelia gestured him to her with curling fingers. She asked, "You have something for me?"

He moved toward her with expedience, ascending the stairs. He stopped when he was within arm's reach and offered out a folder. It was obviously a patient's medical file. Emelia didn't take it. She only glanced at it, then looked back to him with that same expectant expression.

"Oh, right ... um..." Paul began as he opened the file folder. He read off the patient's name and tragic ailment. Then looking up to her, he said, "He's got seven months ... eight ... maybe ten on the outside."

Paul glanced back at the file, flipped a page to read, then flipped and scanned another. He closed the folder, spoke a bit more about the patient's ailment, then told her in a solemn tone, "Excruciating months of pain and agony."

Again, offering out the folder, he added, "I think he's just who you're looking for."

"Thank you, Doctor," she said. She glanced to the escort who'd followed Paul up the stairs. The man stepped forward, took the offered folder, and stepped back again. Emelia asked with her familiar, expectant tone, "And...?"

"Oh, yes, I, um ... I arranged for him to see you," he continued. "I told him it was a referral to a pain management specialist. He'll be here Tuesday, 2pm."

"You're certain?" Emelia asked.

"He'll be here," the Doctor said with a reassuring tone. "His current pain level is ... well, devastating wouldn't be too much of a stretch. He'll be here ... trust me."

Paul glanced upwards to the topless, young blonde, now standing at the landing's edge, looking down to him. Her firm breasts and their pert nipples beckoned him to her.

Emelia followed his gaze and smiled. She'd gotten what she wanted from Paul by giving him what he wanted from her: Taylor. Emelia stepped aside and gestured Paul invitingly up the stairs.

Paul wasted no time, continuing his ascent up the grand staircase. Taylor took him by the crook of the arm and led him away to and down a dark hallway.

Emelia told the man with the folder, "Arrange for a car to pick him up at his home and bring him here. I don't want him missing his appointment."

"Yes, Mistress," the man told her with a tone of deep reverence.

With that bit of business done, Emelia headed for her bed chamber. Once there, she stripped, slipped into her bed, and cuddled up close to the man waiting there for her, naked as she was. She purred, "Now ... where were we?"

He tilted his head away from her, exposing his neck. He had two pair of very recent puncture marks there, swollen and red. She smiled, whispering, "Oh yes ... that's where we were."

She opened her mouth wide, extended her fangs, and sunk them into his flesh...

 

[Homerun2611]

“Rick, I uh… the tests are conclusive, I mean, I reviewed them three times ... all of them .. there is no doubt…” Rick Harris had known Dr. Paul Cooper for 20 years, fuck they had won the Member/Member at Oak Knolls Country Club only a year earlier, Rick had had to back out this year, he was just too tired and he had spent the prior 48 hours vomiting. That was why he was here.

”You have Pancreatic Cancer….” Paul continued to talk for a bit, but symbols, alarm bells, and the crushing of a tsunami was going through his brain. Paul didn’t have to tell him, but he would, Rick was smart, fuck he was a top quant at a top hedge fund, he knew numbers, he knew probability, and his at the moment were worse than dismal.

He remembered an incredible speech by Randy Pausch, a Carnegie Mellon professor, it had been incredible, moving, touching, eloquent, but it had also etched in Rick’s mind and heart what a heartless bastard pancreatic cancer was. That was one moment, the next thought, “Live Like You Are Dying…” by Tim McGraw. Great song, great concert, but why hadn’t he done that. He had led a good life, there was no doubt, but he hadn’t gone 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Man
Chu, nor likely would he. Amazing the rambling shit that goes through your head when you hear you are dying .. DYING!!!

Paul was still talking, he had probably said some meaningful stuff in the last few seconds, Rick would ask him to repeat, he had indulged himself, but now it was time to get to work. “How do I beat this Paul, I mean medical science has…” His friend was shaking his head, Rick you are at least stage 3, maybe four, at best you have 10 months to live at worst three, there are no guarantees.

Rick’s body was going through the stages it was time for anger, “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, NO GUARANTEES!!!!…” He settled, it wasn’t Pauls fault, hell his buddy was tearing up too. “You seem to guarantee I am dying… uh, sorry.. it is…”

Paul had seen this before, but Rick was a good friend. “It sucks, it isn’t fair, but it is and now… did you listen to what I said earlier?” Rick admitted he hadn’t. Paul had told him the truth, the pain was only going to increase and fast, his body would decay like the worst rotting tooth, but.. there was some good news…

Paul was smart, open minded, he had issues himself, he had an incredible back issue and Rick knew he had seen some alternative medicine miracle worker, some called it homeopathic, others called it witchcraft, “Rick, I think she can help you, I can get you in there, if you…”

Rick did. Paul had arranged everything, the woman apparently dealt in secrecy, but really what did Rick have to lose. The car that picked him up was a Bentley, classy, the man in a dark suit, a bit menacing, like a well tailored mafia hit an, hair slicaked back, what the fuck was this?

Rick didn’t care. He had taken two days off work, what was he going to say to Jeff, Jeff McGruder was his boss at JM Trading, “We should probably discuss succession planning, oh by the way, I’m gonna die…” He wasn’t quite ready for that discussion.

The gated entrance to the mansion was as imposing at it was impressive, there were even more well clad thugs on the grounds. He was lead in by Phillip, who did not return Rick’s feeble smile, but his handshake nearly crushed Rick’s hands. These were some serious dudes, Paul hadn’t really warned him.

Rick was led to the back to a terrace/garden, a woman had shears in her hand, her back to him, it was an impressive back. It was the kind of back that made men instantly hard, Rick would have been hard too, if the thugs and the dying wasn’t consuming him. Yet he felt the rustle in his pants, perhaps his cock was ready to come out of mourning hibernation.

Rick had dressed like he would have for work. Dress slacks, a sport coat, he was wearing a blue and white button down, his body still was looking good, the sickness had dropped a few unwanted pounds, but the true decay was yet to come. Right now he looked fit, like the 53 year old triathelete, former college diver, he was. His hair dark but temples graying, a bit of salt sprinkled throughout his dark, slightly curly hair. He was handsome, but divorced, and now destined to die alone.

Rick stayed quiet, Phillip made the introduction, “Madam, Mr. Harris is here to see you… “ But when she turned, Rick realized the back had only been a teaser, the front.. .WOW!!!!

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: Use your imagination regarding the image of Emelia below. Picture the shawl absent, replaced by a semi-sheer dress with a plunging neckline and mid-thigh length.)

Emelia had known her guest was arriving long before her man, Philip, had announced him. She'd heard the Towncar slowing at the gate and the gate subsequently opening. After he'd gotten out at the front of the house, his scent had wafted in a breeze slipping around the house and to the backyard and gardens where Rick first saw her.

She turned at Philip's words and took in the view of her guest. He was an attractive man: handsome, tall, and fit, excluding his obvious ailment. It seemed a shame that such a beautiful man was heading toward such suffering. It would have been a shame for even the ugliest of men to go through what he was facing, and Emelia would have been sympathetic for them as well. Rick's looks were simply a bonus.

Emelia didn't look all too bad herself. She stood 5'6" barefoot and weighed 115 pounds, light for a well-rounded figure that measured 36D-24-36. Her skin was flawless, her facial shape exotic, her hair full, long, curly, and often worn wild as it was now. Her eyes had been called mesmerizing by many, and her smile caused men to melt.

She wasn't dressed as most women would be for gardening nor meeting a patient. Her sheer dress allowed for the easy appreciation of her curves as she neared him. She addressed him with a polite tone, "Welcome, Mister Harris. We're happy to see you here."

Arriving before Rick, she offered out her hand. "Emelia Greer. You may call me Emelia."

She turned him in the direction of a decorative concrete path as she informed him, "I'm not a doctor, Mister Harris, so you shouldn't address me as such. You may call me Emelia. I do, however, have doctors in my employ here. They are the best in their fields, and you will meet them later. But for now, I think we should just take a walk ... get to know one another."

Emelia took Rick by the crook of his arm and continued them in a direction that would lead them away from the house in a circular path through the gardens. The grounds had the look of one of those touristy destination English castles, even though the house behind them was more of a traditional American McMansion.

"Doctor Cooper and I have discussed your case," she began. "I'd like to discuss it with you, if you don't mind."

Rick had signed papers waiving the confidentiality, of course, not that Paul had presented them to Emelia. She had read and memorized his file, though, and she now spent a couple of minutes of their walk going over his ailment and what he could expect. She also repeated what his real doctor had told him: he would die without a miracle.

Emelia sounded very much like a doctor as she spoke despite not being one. She was highly intelligent and well read. More importantly, though, she was centuries old. She'd had time to casually and unhurriedly learn the things doctors, scientists, explorers, and others rushed to learn in an effort to become experts in their fields. Emelia could easily hold her end of conversations with such people despite never having been a member of their fields.

"Our approach to your treatment is ... unique," Emelia told him after their circular path had taken them back in the direction of the house. "It requires you to reside on the premise for a period ... typically 10 to 20 days. You will be able to continue working. You're an investment banker or something like that, yes?"

Emelia knew precisely what Rick was, of course. His career and what he could do for the Family was precisely why Emelia had chosen him as a candidate. Rick wasn't initially going to want to do what Emelia was about to ask of him. She was pretty certain of that. It was illegal and immoral.

However, once his treatment had begun and Rick experienced the relief that only she could provide, Emelia was sure that Rick would be more than happy to fulfill her needs.

"You will need to be on the grounds by 6pm each day for care and observation," she continued. "You will have a private room, obviously, with an en suite that includes a sauna, Jacuzzi, steam room. Our facilities have often been compared to the best Five Star hotels. You'll be very comfortable here.

"We have an award-winning chef who can provide for your dietary needs and desires," she continued. "Her assistance will meet with you your first night with us." She looked up into his eyes. "You could begin your residency at any time, Mister Harris." Looking ahead again, she said, "We have entertainment facilities ... exercise rooms ... even a stable from which you can check out one of many wonderful horses. I ride ... you know, in case you want company?"

She looked to him again, a flirty expression on her face. A woman who'd been approaching them waggled a cell phone before her. Emelia released her grip on Rick's arm, telling him, "I'm sorry, Mister Harris, but we'll have to end our discussion here. Marjorie here will take you back up to the house. If you'd like to make arrangements for check-in, Marjorie will help you with that as well."

Emelia reached out to take Rick's hand, squeezing it softly, almost intimately. "I'm going to do something your current doctor or any other doctor who might see you won't do, Mister Harris. I'm going to make you a promise. I promise you ... if you put your care in my hands ... I will cure you. I have never failed a patient."

 

[Homerun2611]

Paul had not warned Rick at all, not that he should have, but somehow Rick had assumed this woman was likely an eccentric, a modern day hippie, a naturalist, unkempt, unwashed, in touch with the earth. So much for stereotypes! Paul had sent him here for treatment, why should he have thought it necessary to describe the thoughts that were now, quite inappropriately coursing through Rick’s mind and body?

what turned around to greet him was jaw droppingly sexy, a certain come hither look, wild hair that it took no imagination to imagine yourself running your fingers through while engaging in a passionate embrace, a petite woman, yet she possessed a body that could only be described as voluptuous, if not downright erotic. Of course the dress, sheer, bordering on transparent, did nothing to lessen the impact.

Rick found himself staring, if not gawking, as despite his underlying physical condition, he found himself feeling every bit a man highly attracted to an incredibly sensuous woman. How long had he been staring, was his mouth hanging open, Jesus he was smoother than this, but this had been such a surprise.

He lifted his eyes From hr mesmerizing breasts only to find himself now immersed in her deep brown eyes. Words came no less easily, and he was quite certain he was probably blushing having ben clearly caught staring and enjoying what he had no right to enjoy or even think.

Her words startled him back to reality, had she spoken only once or had she repeated. "Welcome, Mister Harris. We're happy to see you here." He swallowed, “Yes.. nice too .. uhhh … nice to meet you too.” He had to laugh at himself, “I need to apologize, I was expecting something quite diff .. uh.. well….” He chuckled, “Not quite so stunning.”

He had no idea she had sized him up as well, found him attractive, as he was simply trying to bail himself out of making a fool of himself. “That was inappropriate wasn’t it, I am sorry… Paul didn’t tell me you were so beautiful, but please take it as a compliment, I am here for your expertise as a Doctor.”

She corrected, and he smiled, somewhat more at ease as she took his arm, “Perhaps healer is a better word, but I would greatly prefer Emilia….” He let her lead the discussion, “I am still trying to fully deal with what Doctor Cooper told me, I thought maybe I had long Covid,but not… “. He stopped and shook his head, if you can just help me deal with the pain, maybe delay some of the .. unpleasantries.”

Both Paul and Rick’s brief research told a dismal tail. The cancer would likely or perhaps had already matasticized, the liver was common, sometimes stomach, in any case painful and likely to die while incontinent and a pathetic mess. Rick was honest with Amelia, he had nothing to lose, he was desperate.

”So a world class personal chef, amazing accommodations.. it’s a real fucking shame you have to die to get this.” He chuckled, “Unique is fine, maybe it gives me hope… “ He didn’t ask for details, what were they going to do, drain his blood.. if I have to stay that’s fine, but I’ve only got a couple of hundred thousand in savings and I’m not sure insurance will cover this?” She mentioned his work, “Yes, technically I am part of a hedge fund, but we do some traditional investment banking stuff too.” He held his finger to his lips in a sshh manner, “We have an IPO we will launch in two weeks, highly secretive, so don’t tell anyone I told you.”

He looked around, and noticed a few other women, also beautiful they were up on the outside terraces looking down on he and Amelia. “Are the patients here too?” They were also dressed a bit provocatively, not unlike Amelia. She spoke to the rest of the amenities. Again eying her, and some of the others. ”I like riding… horses… many things!” God was he really flirting, what did it hurt, he was dying after all, and he no shot here anyway, even if she wasn’t a Doctor. It was harmless, but God he could have a moment of fun, but then he thought.

”One thing… do you know how long it will be that I can still .. uh… “ Rick looked at her, and then at the ground, “… how long i can still perform?” Rick was good in bed, an attentive lover who could play as rough or romantic as is partner desired, he hadn’t had sex in weeks, but he was hoping that maybe, he still might have one or two more rides in the sunset. “And yes, I’d love company…”

They were back and Marjorie arrived to guide him out. She was no Amelia but again very, very attractive. “I will be here tonight, there is no real reason to wait and nothing I have waiting for me at home compares to anything here.” That included the facilities, the gardens, the amenities, and most specifically Amelia, Marjorie and anyone else of the attractive inhabitants.

Rick would report back to work the day after tomorrow, which would give him one day to acclimate and better understand his treatment. However, as he packed, Amelia’s last words went through his brain, over and over, "I'm going to do something your current doctor or any other doctor who might see you won't do, Mister Harris. I'm going to make you a promise. I promise you ... if you put your care in my hands ... I will cure you. I have never failed a patient."

Surely she had meant help, not cure, curing was impossible, yet for a moment he let himself, for the first time in two days, have hope. The driver stayed with him and at 6 PM, he was back being driver through the heavy wrought iron gates. One large suitcase carried by the driver, he was escorted back inside. There were candles now burning everywhere, they scattered interesting shadow, but he was ready to move in.. and find out what Amelia had meant?

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia was awaiting Rick's return, of course. It had been a while since she'd taken on a new patient, and as Doctor Cooper had said, this one was just what she was looking for. She was standing on the second-floor landing where the elegant staircases on either side of the foyer met when Philip escorted Rick into the mansion the second time. She smiled down to him, then curled her fingers at him invitingly.

"Come join me, Mister Harris," she said with a polite tone. "I'll show you to your rooms before dinner is served."

She wondered if he caught the plural in her description of where he'd be staying. His quarters were the equivalent of a Five Star hotel's $1,000 a night suite, with a main room, bedroom, and massive en suite that included all of the water and steam amenities she'd described earlier. A balcony looked out over the pool, patio, and south lawn, where they'd taken their walk earlier in the day.

When Rick arrived on the landing, he found Emelia wearing a sleeveless blouse and pencil skirt that hugged her curves like a second skin. Despite her beyond-human age, her breasts were as firm and gravity-defying as they had been when she'd been turned in her mid-teens. This meant no bra or the lines that often came with one. It also meant that her ever-pert nipples announced themselves through the fabric.

Turning to lead Rick down the hall revealed a similar situation concerning her backside. No panties, no panty lines, no sag. Only Mother Nature's truly wondrous beauty. Emelia didn't have to add any extra bit of flirty shake in her walk to gain a man's undivided attention. The sex appeal was entirely natural.

Emelia wasn't the only beautiful woman on the floor, though. Two of the women Rick had spotted earlier in the day passed by him and their boss as the pair headed down the hall. Each of them gave Rick a flirty smile. One even reached a hand out to caress her fingertips across his forearm as she passed.

"To answer your question, Mister Harris," Emelia said after the two beauties had passed, "the women you took not of earlier in the day are actually staff here at Elmhurst. That's what we call the house, by the way. I don't think I mentioned that earlier. The first you just saw is one of our massage therapists. The second is a member of our ... Special Services department."

The way Emelia said that might have sounded a bit dodgy. There was a reason for that, of course. The second woman, Monique, was charged with keeping the patients satisfied in bed. Or in the pool. Or on the pool table. Wherever they were when they felt the need to get off. She was very skilled at her job. Emelia felt Monique was better at sex than even she was. She knew this, of course, because on occasion Emelia availed the other woman of her services, too.

"Here we are," she said as she entered an open door to their right. As she moved through the room, Emelia pointed out the various amenities, including the wet bar, the kitchenette, the small library in one corner, the small games area in another, and more. Her meandering path had taken her to the French Doors on the other side of the room. She opened them and walked out onto the balcony. When Rick eventually joined her there, Emelia said, "I think you'll be very comfortable here."

Looking downward, urging him to follow the direction of her gaze, Emelia's eyes fell upon a pair of women sunbathing nude on the patio almost directly below the balcony. Another one swam casually on her back down the length of the pool, her beautiful, firm titties pointing upwards at the sky. Another pair of bikini-clad women splashed water at each other playfully, giggling and occasionally screeching out.

"Sometimes the girls can get a bit ... rambunctious, Mister Harris," Emelia said, smiling. "If their tendency to wear very little is at all offensive to you, I can demand that they put their bikinis back on."

She went back to something Rick had asked earlier, a question she'd only responded to with a shrug. "Regarding your inquiry about your ability to perform sexually ... after a minimum number of procedures ... two, three perhaps ... previous patients have not only seen a full or nearly full return of their ability to engage in sex ... but have actually experienced a dramatic return of or even growth of their sexual drive as well."

Emelia smiled devilishly at him, then peeked over the balcony at the continuing playful screams of the two bikini-clad babes. The reason for the sudden increase in their volume became obvious. One of the girls had stripped the other of her suits top and was now flinging it around in the air above her.

"I don't know if you brought a suit with you, Mister Harris," Emelia suggested, "but we stock a changing room down on the patio that should have any style and size suit you need. Or--" That devilish smirk returned as she continued, "--you could join the girls in their fun ... as they are."

A woman at the door called softly for Emelia's attention. She patted Rick on the arm, telling him, "Excuse me a moment." She went to the door, chatted in whisper with the woman, then told her new patient, "I'm sorry, Mister Harris, but I've been called away. Please, settle in--"

Philip had already arrived with Rick's bags and delivered them to his bedroom. Emelia finished before leaving, "--and remember that dinner is served late here ... 7pm. That gives you time to take a dip if you'd like."

 

[Homerun2611]

If he were honest, there were butterflies in Rick’s stomach as he once again entered the mansion, but it wasn’t so much for what the treatment might be, as it was for seeing Emelia. It had been a long time since he had been so visually attracted to a woman, there was both a fierceness and a consummate femininity about her, beguiling and erotic. Suddenly there she was, she had changed, and Rick was partially disappointed, for the sheer, short dress had left very little to the imagination, but what it did, the underlying lacy bra was etched in his memory.

However, the new ensemble, while not quite as revealing was equally sexy, and Emilia should conduct training on how to both wear and walk in a pencil skirt. The smoothness and the movement of her hips in the fabric left no question of whether she was wearing panties, she wasn’t, but the hose emerging from the skirt feeding her high fashion stilletos brought a different question. Panty hose, thigh highs, or garters, and of course like nearly all men Rick imagined thigh highs and garters.

He noticed the perfection of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples, and he felt his own cock respond. Despite his friendship with Dr. Paul Cooper, Rick typically felt a bit apprehensive meeting with a Doctor, doing everything possible to postpone it, yet, and while Emelia was admittedly not a doctor, Rick was delighted to be in her company. Yet he didn’t remark on the outfit other than the slow gaze up and down her body as she approached and the clear desire he could not hide in his eyes.

As they walked he certainly noticed the two women, one a statuesque blonde, the masseuse, the second an ebony beauty, who led “Special Services”. Rick glanced at Monique, and then Emilia and then even allowed his head to turn to follow Monique down the hall. This place was incredible, the staff worthy of the old Playboy mansion, but the woman of color had her own special attraction. He swallowed, “Special Services…” He looked again, but did not inquire further, instead letting his imagination enjoy, little knowing that his best fantasy paled in comparison to Moniques actual talents.

”Rooms?” He asked, and then as she opened his quarters he understood. “My, this is incredible….” He slowly walked from room to room, the master bathroom particularly impressive, “Seems a shame to only have one person enjoying this?” He hadn’t meant this as forward as it probably came out. However, once spoken, he also did not take it back or apologize. Overall the suite was impeccably appointed, “Yes, I will be very happy … “ Yet he had no idea. Following her out on the balcony, he could not hide his smile as he enjoyed the view.

Rick listened to the explanation, making no effort to turn away from the spectacular public display. “No, I enjoy a festive atmosphere, particularly now, given what lies ahead, I have absolutely adopted a carpe diem philosophy.” He kept looking, and noticed the comfort, even intimacy with which the women engaged. “No, nudity does not bother me at all, in fact I think it would be disengenuous to suggest I don’t enjoy the beauty of the female form, perhaps God’s finest work.”

Now he did look back and it was clear, that it was not just the nubile naked bodies below, to which he was referring. “I was actually a diver in college … “ Pausing to allow his eyes to once again take in his hosts magnificent form, “do you like to use the facilities here as well?”

When he turned back, he thought he saw Sarah, the masseuse who had changed and was walking with her back to them wearing a short kimono. She had long tanned legs, and drew his attention away from even the naked girls who had begun teasing a third. The entire scene was beyond erotic, and he hoped that Emelia did not notice the massive erection of his near eight inch circumcised cock, that was now aching and throbbing in his slacks.

He would attend to that as soon as he was alone, and that in itself was encouraging as he had neither had a hard on or masturbated since receiving his diagnosis. “No, I have a suit… I had noticed the pool during our walk.” The idea of going naked, particularly in his present condition seemed unthinkable, at least without a personal invitation. “You know, it is quite warm, maybe a dip, would be a good idea.” Of course exactly what he dipped and where, might depend on what he encountered below?

Emelia was called away, once again giving him a touch that sent a spark straight to his erection, “Will I see you again tonight, at dinner .. or…..?“. He had no idea what exactly the night might bring.

Five minutes later he was in his suit, baggy suit, and his erection had subsided momentarily. He walked up as Sarah, turned and faced him, her hair was up, and her body held not a single tan line. Rick had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping and his eyes not staring at her large, perfect breasts. “I am glad you could join us Mr. Harris… remember I am Sarah, you saw me upstairs… “ As if he could have possibly forgotten.

Suddenly Monique was also there, she also had on a kimono, unclear whether she was naked or had a bathing suit beneath, and she walked over and handed Rick a bottle. “I was just going to apply lotion for Sarah.. but would you be a dear and do it?” And then she gave a little giggle, “Oh .. and by the way … it is edible…”. Rick’s erection was back, bigger and even more prominent than before, and he didn’t even know yet that what Sarah specialized in was Nuru massage!

 

[PennySaver]

When she left Rick, Emelia ascended to the third floor of the mansion. It was one large suite, totally about half the square footage of the floors below it, and it was entirely Emelia's domain. No one came up here without her permission. Less than a handful of the staff had ever been up here. Patients sometimes came up here. But while they'd arrived on their feet, most of them had left over Philip's shoulder, after Emelia had had her fill of them.

The others who'd left the third floor upright had done so after the advanced treatment that only Emelia could provide. She went to the window and looked down upon the pool area. Her newest patient was enjoying the company of half a dozen women who were in various stages of dress from bikini-clad to fully nude.

Rick had referred to the bathing beauties as God’s finest work. He was only partially right, of course. Most of the perfection on which he was ogling so hungrily was Emelia's work. Just as she had offered to help him with his ailment, Emelia had helped many of these women with what they'd thought were shortcomings in their physical appearance.

She watched as Sarah turned her back to Rick. The latter began applying sunscreen to her back, shoulders, arms, and more. Emelia smiled, humored. Her Girls didn't burn, so they didn't need sunscreen. Monique had only offered the opportunity to Rick because ... well, that was obvious, as even from her third floor window, Emelia could see the tent in the front of the man's swimming trunks.

A bell rang from the rear entrance of the house, jingled from the gloved hand of one of the house staff. He called toward the pool area with a very formal tone, "Dinner is served."

The girls around the pool rose and headed for the locations of their clothes. Some had stripped on the patio, and their clothing was near. Others had come out from the Pool House naked and returned there to dress again. Either way, most of them made their ways to their rooms first as bikinis and kimonos weren't appropriate for dinner with the Mistress.

Philip came out to meet Rick, telling him with a firm tone, "Appropriate dinner attire has been delivered to your room, Mister Harris. Miss Emelia will be in the dining room in 20 minutes. She asks that all guests be seated before she arrives."

Philip had used the word guest as opposed to patient. He didn't see the need to oversell the situation. He glanced downward to the guest's groin, finding Rick's cock still somewhat swollen. Philip liked cock as much if not more than pussy. When the time was right, if it ever was, Emelia would let Rick know that about her man, should she think it was of value to him.

For now, Philip turned and headed back to the house. As if she'd been watching the second hand, Emelia entered the dining hall. The table sat 14, 6 down each side and 1 at each end, obviously. The chair at one end had been reserved for Rick Harris. The one at its opposite end was, of course, for Emelia.

All of the seats down the sides were filled by the time Rick arrived: 8 beautiful women, 4 equally beautiful men. Each and every one of them was dressed wonderfully: suits with ties for the men, dresses and heels for the women. Emelia entered dressed very much the same, in a bright red dress that hugged her curves and revealed her legs from just above mid-thigh.

Philip sat her, then -- being one of the 4 male guest -- returned to his seat on her right. He looked to Rick and smiled politely. He looked to Emelia, who told the crowd, "I believe that most of you have met our newest guest, Mister Rick Harris."

She, too, used the word guest as opposed to patient, as she had been thus far. Emelia looked directly at the home's newest resident and announced, "Rick is here for treatment of Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer. His diagnosis has him dead in less than 10 months on the outside, 3 if his luck is really against him."

Emelia hadn't asked Rick for permission to share his medical status with the others. Doctor Cooper's sharing of his medical charts days earier had been a professional violation. This, in front of all these people with whom he was barely familiar, if at all, probably seemed to Rick as the deepest of violations.

Before he could respond, other than to react with an expression, the woman to Rick's left said, "My name is Yanna. I came to Mistress Emelia with breast cancer. I was facing a complete, double mastectomy." She smiled wide to Rick, boosted her boobs with open hands, chuckled, and told him, "Still got these puppies, and they haven't looked this good since I was 15."

Across from her, one of the few men said, "Terry Linley. Testicular cancer. They gave me six months. Now, I run 10 miles every morning, follow it with 60 laps in the pool--" Looking from Rick to the woman opposite, he finished, "And I still have my little guys, too ... and I make use them a lot more now that I ever did."

Without shame or modesty, three of the women -- and one of the men! -- confirmed that Terry did in fact get a little action for his balls and the cock dangling in front of them.

Over the next couple of minutes, guests introduced themselves, told of the reason they'd come here, spoke of how little time they'd had or how much pain they'd faced, then said something about how their life had improved because of what Emelia had done for them. In addition to breast and testicular cancer, guests spoke of debilitating kidney stones, multiple sclerosis, heart disease that had resulted in four heart attacks, paralysis following a horrific car accident, and more.

And each of them referred to their savior as Mistress Emelia. They spoke the word with respect, almost reverence. The only person not to speak, other than Emelia herself, was Philip. He listened to each of the others with respect, showing no surprise at what they'd said. He'd obviously heard it all before.

After the last person had told their story, Emelia looked to Rick, smiled politely, and said with a tone of pride, "As you can see, I can help you get through this ... as I promised to you earlier today. When we are done, you will feel healthier ... stronger ... happier--"

She glanced left and right at the beautiful people assembled, some of whom Rick had seen naked less than an hour ago. She looked back to him with a devilish smirk and finished, "--more virile."

There were smiles of various degrees up and down both sides of the table, even a snicker and one whispered, "Far more."

 

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Rick took the lotion, only to realize both the temptation and awkwardness of the situation. Sarah had a sly grin, clearly understanding the predicament. She was facing him, her breasts defying gravity, and his cock reciprocated. “Um… where do you need it … applied?” He was breathing hard. It is one thing to have a fantasy of bing surrounded by beautiful naked or near naked women, it is quite another thing to find oneself here.

He was clearly aroused, and if her nipples were the leading indicator he assumed, he was not the only one. “Well, where do I need it, and how would I like it, versus what I should have you do, is quite a different answer!” She winked, “Hopefully soon we can find a time and place to do the former, but as for the latter, you should probably just do my back… this time!” She gave him a little giggle before turning, and Rick began to apply the lotion.

Rick noticed the glances of the other women, lingering looks, that usually either began, ended or both with a long and furtive glance at the bulge in his pants. This was not a time of high confidence and great body image for Rick, being told you are in the process of accelerated decay will do that, so the looks the mutual display of carnal desire was appreciated, even if there was nothing that could really happen in the moment.

Rick slowly applied and massaged the lotion in, he was gentle but strong, attentive, similar to how he was as a lover, always attentive to the woman’s needs, and wanting to please as much as be pleasured. “Oh that is nice ...“ She cooed, ”Perhaps you might want to schedule an appointment over the next few days…” She was leaning back into his hands, reaching her hands back to gently massage his thighs.

Rick let out a soft moan, “Yes.. I will speak with Emelia… once I know my schedule … I will absolutely…” It was then their little session was interrupted. Phillip calling them to dinner, the women quite obediently gathering their things or heading into the pool house, and Phillip speaking directly to him. “Attire in my room… but how do you know?” Phillip laughed, “Mr. Harris we know everything about you, I think you will be surprised, I hope you like blue, Mistress Emelia chose it herself.” It was then Phillip let his eyes also trail down Rick’s body, and this time the leering was a bit more uncomfortable. Rick dismissed it as his imagination, he had never really considered being with a men, and decided that the entire situation, the pool, the naked women, had let his mind wander into a far too over sexualized state.

It was with a sense of relief he went to his room, and there hanging in his closet was a gorgeous, dark navy Zegna suit, white shirt that was as fine of pinpoint as Rick had ever seen, cotton that almost felt like silk, and a colorful floral tie that look incredilble. There were Italian loafers, a pocket square, platinum cuff links with a unique, intricate but somewhat gothic design. He showered, dressed and looked in the mirror, he couldn’t remember a time he had worn a suit that looked as good on him.

He felt somewhat a new man as he entered the formal dining room, people were mingling, and both the attractiveness and ratio of men to women was noticed by Rick, as each looked more attractive than the next, and Rick was appreciative that he had been given an outfit that at least kept him on a similar plain to the other guests. Phillip lead him to one end of the table, “You are our special guest tonight…” and just as he and the others were sitting Emilia made her appearance. The red dress, teh heels, the legs, she paused for a second allowing the guests to admire before taking her place as well.

Rick had now at least met and exchanged names with all the guest, but he bowed his head in response to her introcution, only to once again momentarily feeling awkward as his situation was discussed with surprising candor. Rick’s eyes flared, only to see a sense of understanding and soon as others gave their histories did he realize that he was not a freak, someone to be pitied, but just the next candidate to be Emelia’s next miracle.

After the fourth had spoken, Rick spoke up, “Each of you, she cured each of you?” It seemed to good to be true, but Emilia repeated her original comment, and where he had questioned earlier, now he only hoped she could do the same thing for him.

”Well, thank you.. thank you Emilia …. Thank you all of you… I can’t wait to get started, and I hope and prey I will soon be able to make a similar testimonial.“. When she mentioned the virility, he found himself quickly exchanging glances with first Sarah, and then Monique, and lastly, and most engagingly at Emilia herself. The testimonials had revealed not just the miracles that Emilia could create, but a high level of intimacy, at least between certain guests.

Rick raised a wine glass, “Well, then I hope I am able to get the full treatment….” He still didn’t know the specifics of what his therapy entailed, however if this was the result, health, virility… again he looked from woman to woman to woman… he was all in!

Suddenly the plates were brought it on several platters, by a team of men and women, again all extremely attractive … this just kept getting better and better…. Didn’t it?

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: I'm been having issues with image links not working. For this reason, I have attached the image described below as "a beautifully and entirely naked woman" at the bottom of this post. You may have to visit the image at the bottom. Sorry for the inconvenience ... like you'd complain, right? )

The dinner unfolded like something out of Downton Abbey, with half a dozen men and women in wait staff uniforms bringing in one course after another en masse. There was ample conversation, with much of the attention of the others being turned to Rick. Several times, the topic was casually turned to what it was that he did for a living.

Emelia was, of course, very interested in Rick's career. He was involved in the movement of large sums of money, and -- as he'd probably already presumed -- money was something of which was needed by this house and its occupants. For her part, Emelia was very quiet. She didn't often talk a great deal at dinner, instead putting her efforts into listening to others.

After dessert and a final glass of liqueur, Emelia suddenly stood and told the group, "Dinner was lovely. Thank you for coming."

Almost in unison, the others stood to make their exit. Some of them made farewells, sometimes including hugs, cheek kisses, or handshakes. It had been revealed during the evening's conversations that not all at the table were residents of Elmhurst. Some had only come to dinner simply to be part of the meet and greet with Rick Harris. Now, they began to disperse through any one of the dining halls exits depending upon whether they were leaving the house or staying.

"Mister Harris," Emelia said as the group began to break up. She politely gestured him to her with curling fingers, and when he reached her, she took him by the crook of his elbow and turned him toward an exit that no other person had used. "I would like to speak to you about your treatment regimen if you don't mind."

Monique, who hadn't been at dinner, was standing in the hallway as the pair entered. She had a notably anxious expression on her face as she asked, "Mistress, can I speak with you a moment."

"Please," Emelia said to Rick, presuming he would understand that she wanted him to wait a moment.

She took Monique's elbow instead, walking her toward the other end of the hall as they whispered. She looked back over her shoulder at Rick at one point, then returned to the conversation. With the conversation ended, Monique stepped back a bit, gave Emelia a respectful movement that was part nod, part bow, and said with a dutiful tone, "I will arrange it immediately, Mistress."

"Mister Harris," Emelia said, gesturing Rick to her as the other woman hurried away down the hall. She took his elbow yet again, turned them toward the hall that led to the house's foyer, and began explaining, "Something has arisen unexpectedly, and ... I'm afraid we're going to have to begin your treatment a bit sooner than I had planned."

They started up the grand staircase as she went on, "Another patient of mine, a young woman named Catherine ... she has suffered a bit of a setback in her recovery, and ... and I think you could help her ... help me ... by being a part of her treatment. I know that I am not being very ... clear on this issue. What can you do to help? You're not a medical professional, no?"

They reached the second-floor landing and headed down the hall toward his suite's door. The hallway -- which hadn't needed light when Rick had walked down it during daylight -- was now lit only by dozens of candles in 3-candle holders mounted periodically down each side of the hall. Such illumination was potentially dangerous and, as such, was illegal per state building codes. But Rick would learn during his stay, that after dark, it was the only source of illumination in much of the house.

"I think that once you meet Catherine," Emelia continued, "you will understand what you can do for her. It's a very simple thing, actually ... something of which I believe you will enjoy partaking."

As they neared his door, a figure stepped out from the shadows of his door's alcove. It was Philip, and as they got closer, he told Emelia softly and with concern, "She's in pain, Mistress."

"Thank you, Philip," she told him, patting him on the chest. "I'll see to her from here. You are dismissed."

As with Monique, Philip gave Emelia a very respectful half-bow, turned, and departed down the dark hallway. Emelia opened the door and, still holding Rick's elbow urged him into that part of his suite that most would have called the living room but which others in Elmhurst called his salon.

"Rick," she said as she gestured a hand toward a beautiful and entirely naked woman sitting in a softly cushioned armchair across the room, "I'd like to introduce you to Miss Catherine Keaton."

The woman stood immediately and began walking toward the pair. Her eyes were set on Rick in a hungry gaze, looking him up and down as she neared. When she was close, Emelia continued the introductions, "Catherine, I'd like to introduce you to Mister Rick Harris."

Reaching the house's new guest, Catherine grasped Rick's shoulders, pulled him against her, and drew a deep breath through her nose near his neck to collect his scent. She repeated the gesture on the other side of his head, then looked him directly in the eyes as she purred, "He smells delicious."

Emelia laughed as she took hold of the eager woman and gently pulled her away from her prey. She told the woman, "Why don't you go into the bedroom, my dear ... get off your feet. There is still more to be done before..."

She let the sentence end without the details that Rick might have wanted to hear. Catherine didn't take her eyes off Rick as Emelia headed her toward the door accessing the bed chamber. She made a guttural noise that might have sounded to the man as a hungry animal growl, depending on what was going through his head right now.

Emelia urged the woman into the bedroom and closed the door. She turned, telling Rick, "I'm sorry about that. She's ... excitable." She neared him as she continued, "I know this might sound a bit ... unusual ... for me to ask of you, Rick. But ... Catherine has a ... let's call it a condition ... that I think you could help her with."

She stopped directly before him and asked, "I know you only just met Catherine, Rick, but I assure you ... she's a nice girl who simply needs a bit of ... intimacy on occasion. I wouldn't ask this of you on such short notice ... particularly on your first night at Elmhurst ... but would your greatly mind spending the evening with Catherine?"

 

[Homerun2611]

“What exactly is a hedge fund?” For such a simple question, which had come from Asa, the gorgeous and exotic looking Asian woman in the middle of the table, sitting next to Sarah. Rick watched they eyes at the table turn to him, and he had to admit, he had a certain desire to impress the various beautiful women around the table.

”Well, it is a number of things, a specialized form of investment banking. It requires the ability to invest in certain investments like IPO’s, or certain commodities, that require a substantial bet, are open to very few investors, and are quite speculative. It is investing large amounts in different assets that will not necessarily be indicative of the broader direction of the market or economy.” Asa didn’t let it go, “So, are you just lucky?” Rick smiled, laughed. Under different circumstances he might have even been offended, but given the audience he wanted to impress.

“Not lucky, let’s just say my firm is privy to certain information that not just everybody…” And he could have said almost nobody, was made aware. If you were technical about it, there was little doubt his firm and their cleints were benefiting on insider information, but amongst the rich men who actually owned his firm, they simply called it ”favors”. Rick himself was doing nothing wrong, he was given hypotheticals by the men who ran the fund, yet it was more than coincidence how often the hypotheticals he modeled became reality.

He answered more questions, feeling quite in the spotlight and unusually important. Rick was not one of the insiders himself, but armed with the information from his bosses, he was able to determine the likely impact and the best way to maximize both the amount of, and return on investment.

His eyes went from woman to woman and he could not help but notice the effect. As he described in greater detail how they made money and the riches he had delivered for their clients, he watched nipples hardening, and could smell a certain musk in the room. As he had heard his bosses say, men who routinely had supermodels on their arms, there was no greater aphrodisiac than money and power.

The one person who didn’t ask a question, but also appeared to listen closely, was Mistress Emilia, as he was now realizing most people addressed her. However, being a woman of medicine, and withher talents, he was worried that his financial jargon might be boring her.

The dinner itself was tremendous, small course after small course, interceded with sorbet to cleanse the pallet, it was as fine as meal as he had ever eaten. He lost track as the number of courses went into the teens, along with the pairing of fine wines and fine liquors. He was a bit tipsy by the time it ended, feeling a nice buzz, as the meal suddenly ended, and people quickly adjouined after brief but affectionate goodbyes. He did notice only a few left alone, and some of the men had a woman on each arm, other ladies left arm in arm with each other, whispering into and nibbling each other’s ears.

Rick himself was disappointed, not that he had known what to expect, but perhaps some drinking or music, even dancing with one of the women whose nipples had most reacted to his descriptions, but it was not to be. That disappointment was quickly erased as he was signaled by Emilia. He closed the gap, “Oh, yes, I would love to learn more about the treatment.”

The truth was he was happy to just spend time alone with Emilia, as his eyes danced up her body, the short, stylish red dress, her gorgeous legs. She began to lead him toward his quarters, out a unique exit and down a dark, barely illuminated hallway and up the stairs. Was it too much to hope that the Mistress might also be finding herself a bit intoxicated and amorous?

It was, but instead he was confronted by something entirely different but no less appealing. "Rick," she said as she gestured a hand toward a beautiful and entirely naked woman sitting in a softly cushioned armchair across the room, "I'd like to introduce you to Miss Catherine Keaton."

Rick followed the motion of Melanie’s hand, and saw the woman who had been awaiting him. “Oh my….” He found himself turning, remembering Phillip, this woman was in pain? She looked far from it, in fact she looked like the finest of female form. As she quickly closed to him, the intensity was clear, and he found himself leaning in as she gripped his shoulders leaning in to him, Rick closed his eyes, thinking she might kiss him, tilted his head, lightly opened his lips, only to be left wanting. He heard her inhale and comment. He wasn’t the only one who smelled delicious, but as quickly as she arrived, Emelia sent her away.

Rick waited, confused, "I'm sorry about that. She's ... excitable. …I know this might sound a bit ... unusual ... for me to ask of you, Rick. But ... Catherine has a ... let's call it a condition ... that I think you could help her with."

She stopped directly before him and asked, "I know you only just met Catherine, Rick, but I assure you ... she's a nice girl who simply needs a bit of ... intimacy on occasion. I wouldn't ask this of you on such short notice ... particularly on your first night at Elmhurst ... but would your greatly mind spending the evening with Catherine?"

Mind? Every single fibre of his body was dying to. “Well … if I can help, of course but what exactly … I mean …” Rick wanted to ask if by intimacy she could possibly mean make love to this woman with a body, almost of the equal of the Mistress, herself? Emelia was right, he had just met, and the little sniff test just conducted was more carnal than romantic, so Rick just came right out and asked, “You want me to have sex with her? That is okay? With you … with her … uh….?”

He paused, he wanted to allow Emelia to expand or set him straight or… give him a good slap on the ass and let the stallion that was suddenly wanting to be, pawing his hoof in the dirt .. “I mean, if I can be of help?”

 

[PennySaver]

“You want me to have sex with her?" Rick asked with a tone that indicated his need for clarity.

Emelia responded with a casual tone that one might use when borrowing an unused chair in a restaurant, "If you don't mind, that is."

"That's okay?" he continued his inquiry. "With you … with her … uh….?”

Emelia chuckled softly, reaching out to take Rick by the elbow as she turned him toward the bed chamber's double doors. "I'm sure that it perfectly okay with Catherine, Rick ... and I would never stand in the way of an opportunity for Catherine to improve her health in this way."

As they arrived at the doors, Rick finished with his search for clarity with, “I mean, if I can be of help?”

"You can, I assure you, Rick," Emelia said as she opened and swung the doors open wide. "Catherine will let you know what she needs from you. Just ... follow her lead."

Emelia finished by squeezing one of Rick's hands with encouragement, then turned and simply walked away back toward his suite's exit. Over her shoulder, she called out, "You two enjoy your evening.

Catherine was sitting on her knees on the bed, that beautiful tight ass of hers resting between her ankles on the bedspread. She had the look of an anxious dog who'd been waiting all day for its master's return, wound up tight like a spring about to let loose. She commanded, "Take your clothes off ... now! I need you."

She didn't wait for Rick to even begin fulfilling her orders, though, instead leaping from the bed with the agility and strength of an Olympic gymnast and hurrying up to him. She grasped him as she had before, sniffing him up and down on side of his skull and neck, then the other, then pressing her mouth firmly to his in a wild, erotic, tongue-lashing kiss...

...and all the while that their mouths worked against one another Catherine was practically ripping Rick out of his clothes. She grasped his suit jackets lapels and pulled them out and down, shedding it from his arms with such speed and force that the arms turned inside out. The shirt came off through outward pulls that sent buttons flying about the room. She repeated the same motion she'd used to rid him of the jacket, leaving him standing there with his now-loosened tie still around his neck.

"I need you," Catherine growled again as she dropped to her knees before him, adding anxiously, "Now!"

She quickly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped him, jerking the pants and underwear down to his ankles in yet another swift movement. His cock sprung out as if it were now the spring. She grasped its base with one hand and sunk most of its length into her warm, wet mouth.

After a half dozen or so head-bobs, Catherine suddenly stood up, grasped Rick's trunk, and literally tossed him onto the bed, causing him to bounce a couple of times. Even before he'd come to a rest, she was on the bed pulling his shoes, socks, and slacks from him. Somewhere along the line, there was a ripping of cloth sound, but Catherine didn't seem to hear or care about any damage she might have done.

In a flash, she was sitting over his groin, grasping his cock again, placing it at her wet and already very wet hole, and lowering herself upon him. She was tight without any significant foreplay, but she forced him all the way inside of her, ignoring the pain that his significant girth was causing her.

And ... then the fucking began!

 

[Homerun2611]

It wasn’t until later, after, when he was back in his own bed, reflecting on the days and nights events, he would remind himself, that this seemingly too good to be true offer, had been part of his treatment as well. Earlier when Emelia had said her techniques were “unusual” he had assumed odd roots, perhaps fasting, extreme heat or cold, perhaps even unregulated or experimental drugs?

He had nothing to lose, and then when he heard that the intent was not just to make his remaining time better, but actually cure him and make him more, he tried to remember her exact wording, “more virile”, yes that was it… well if tonight was any indication of things to come, pun intended, Rick was ready to be put to stud!

Rick tried to remain serious when the clear invitation to fuck the impossibly beatiful woman had him bordering on giddy! He had come to see Emelia feeling a shell of his former self, and now, lust coursing through his veins, he couldn’t wait to engage. Mind? She had asked, hell he was euphoric.

“Follow her lead…” Emelia had said. Rick was a reasonably experienced lover, albeit it had been a bit of a slump lately, with feeling constantly sick, but if she was suggesting he not be too aggressive, “Oh Emelia, I only engage in consensual intimacy.” What kind of a cad did she think he was, however, nearly immediately he realized, she had not been telling him to take it slow, but rather to prepare him for teh blitzkrieg that Catherine presented.

Seeing her sitting made his blood boil, but the look in her eyes was almost wild, she seemed nearly desperate, “Take your clothes off now!” Holy Shit! Of course, he reached up to loosen his tie and before barely lowering the knot she was on him, peeling, grabbing, sniffing, kissing, tearing.

He must have had nights like this, drunken wild nights, but for the best of him, he couldn’t remember when… in fact the only thing he could remember with this immediate ferocity was four years ago, he had been on a safari, and a Hyena had gotten into the camp. For had been stored, and they had heard the shrill barking and tearing, as the hyena ripped into the tent, only to be put down by a tranquilizer shot.

Catherine was an animal, he was the tent of provisions, and no one was putting her down…and Rick was not wanting help. “Fuck yes… I want you too!” His hand curled around, gripping her ass as they kissed, bit, nibbled. He was sure he tasted blood, not sure whose, but who the fuck cared. RIIIIP… he was out of his coat and hearing the buttons give way. It wasn’t his suit anyway.

Down came his pants, more buttons, more tearing, ”Fucking go girl!!!” He encouraged, his fingers weaving through her dark hair as she dropped to her knees… Foreplay was for sissies… he felt his cock slip into her wide open mouth, slurp, slurp, slurp… within second he as balls deep, his heavy balls slapping against her chin, his very large cock deep down her esophagus, and not a moments hint of a gag reflex.

She was sloppy and slutty, as she backed up, string after string of saliva led from her mouth to his tip, shaft and balls. He wove his fingers through her thick, luxurious hair. She went back in and he gripped her hair in his fist, fucking her mouth as she garbled and moaned, and he saw her hand slide between her legs. “You like?” She laughed, a bit maniacally. Of course, “My God, you’re amazing, you’re a …”. She had him deep down her throat, but he could clearly make out her garbled words, “A cock sucking whore…”. Yes she was.. magnificent.

He wanted to go harder, he’d never had a woman like this, this beautiful, wanton and wild. But then she was down her drool dripping down her chest, across her magnificent natural tits. “FuUUUCcccKKKK!!!” He moaned, only to have her take his hand, and then, he realized how oddly strong she was. Rick was 190 solid pounds of man, the cancer had not yet changed that, but he felt a bit like a rag doll with a massive dripping hard on as she threw him back on the bed and pounced on top of him.

There was nothing gentile or refined, she was truly a wild animal, a fucking machine, Her hand squeezed him and positioned him. Rick was big, he always went slow the first time, but she was in control, and he was, at least for a bit more, following her lead as Emelia had said. BANG! She drove down, impaling as she arched her back, “FuuucccKKKKK!!!” She screamed, tossing her had back and rausing and lowering her tight pussy to have him slide deep and hard inside her cunt.

”Fuck me.. feed this whore!! You Know you want to….“ He feld her grab his hanD’s and bring them to her waist. Rick loved dirty talk, and Catherine Keaton was filthy! She used his hands to steady her as she rose up and down, again and again violently, and he felt her juices run down his shaft and saturate his balls. She was spectacular to watch, her amazing tits bounding up and down her back arched, the muscles in her thighs raising and lowering as Rick drove again and again inside her.

He loved cowgirl, but this was the fuck of his life, and damned if he was just going to lay there and take it. “You want it deep and hard… you gorgeous bitch? You want my cummm… earn it!” The worD’s were a bit hallow but the best he could do as he gripped her and flipped her on her back, reaching down to grab her ankles and spread her impossibly wide.

She wasn’t the only one with skills, and Rick wanted her to remember him too. He felt her shriek in excitement, and then her nails reach around and rake across his back, no doubt leaving a trail of marks in his flesh. And then down her hands went, and this time the talons gripped into his ass, gripping and trying to hold him there, as she hissed, “Cum… God damn it… I need cum!!!!”

Rick looked into half crazed eyes, he leaned down and drove his tongue into her mouth as his prick pounded her hole. He felt it from the tip of his toes… God damn it he wanted to feel her cum, but this entire fuck had been like one impossibly long orgasm, her body had convulsed, and pounded, she had grinded her clit up and down his shaft and gripped him to the point he thought she might rip his cock off. Had she cum, he had no fucking idea, but this was too good, she was too wild…

“OH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!” He screamed as his entire body flexed and tensed, his cock fired and his balls emptied.. over and over, he fired rope after creamy rope panting this wild, crazy sex crazed kitten’s womb!

 

[PennySaver]

“OH FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!” Rick screamed out as his orgasm struck him.

Catherine had known precisely when he was going to unload his balls, of course. She'd felt his body tensing up, long before a normal woman could have. Even more, she'd smelled it on him, in him, and all around him.

So had Emelia, too, from where she was standing just outside the still-open doors of the bedroom and outside of Rick's view once he'd flipped Catherine to her back and began fucking her hard and fast from above. Emelia had never left Rick's suite, instead making a visit to his wet bar for a glass of Port, actual authentic Port, imported the Douro Valley of northern Portugal for the Family by another one of Emelia's satisfied patients.

As the man between her legs exploded in ecstasy, the woman beneath him looked past him to her Mistress for permission. Emelia nodded her head casually ... and opening her mouth wide to expose her rapidly expanding fangs, Catherine sunk them deep into Rick's neck.

Sucking blood or, as Vampires less dramatically called it, feeding was a far more intricate and exact operation than Hollywood made it appear. First, it was important for the fangs -- two upper, two lower, which Hollywood did have right -- to puncture the external carotid artery and/or the internal jugular vein, which lay side by side just beneath the flesh between the thyrohyoid and sternocleidomastoid muscles, without hitting either of those masses of meat.

Bites which were properly placed healed quickly, typically within four or five days, leaving no lasting physical pain or scars beyond that time. Sinking a fang or two or four into one or both of those muscles, though, could do serious damage, either short term or long. They could result in great pain that sometimes went on for weeks if not months. They could result in permanent movement restrictions of the neck or, if the bite had taken place in the leg in a search for the femoral artery, a long-term limp or even paralysis, temporary or permanent.

On the rare occasion, an extremely poorly executed feeding could even result in death. This didn't happen often as newly turned Vampires were coached extensively by their Sire or Dam and never fed without supervision. Of course, there had been cases when a Vampire still in their honeymoon period had been separated from their Patriarch or Matriarch and had to learn on their own. Incidents like these had led to many of the Vampire tales throughout history, some of which had been presumed to be fantasy and forgotten, others of which had been blamed by the Press on maniacal serial killers.

Catherine knew exactly what she was doing, of course. She should, seeing how Emelia had turned her almost a century earlier. Her fangs missed Rick's muscles by just enough to spare them any harm whatsoever, and all four of them struck oil, with a pair each in each of those major vessels.

The next thing that Hollywood had wrong was what exactly happened once the fangs had done their job. They didn't simply puncture the blood vessels to enable the Vampire to suck blood, though, that was what Catherine was doing to Rick. No, first she flooded his neck with pain killers the like of which the pharmaceutical industry had never seen. They were in her saliva, which numbed his flesh; and they were in sacs adjacent to her nasal passages that pumped deep into his neck via her top two fangs. After an initial and very significant shot of pain that he'd most definitely feel, Rick would suddenly feel nothing at all.

Accompanying the anesthesia were two other chemicals. The first was an anticoagulant, which would keep Rick's blood from immediately attempting to clot and, therefore, plug the holes Catherine had so expertly put in his blood pumping vessels. This would allow Catherine to feed uninterrupted from Rick's neck for as long as she wanted. Of course, she was only feeding from Rick, not killing him, so she would cease what she was doing when she'd taken just over a pint, the equivalent of the typical Red Cross blood donation.

The second was, for Vampires at least, a natural version of methylenedioxy-methamphetamine, also known as MDMA or Ecstasy. The Vampire version of it, though, began affecting the donor within seconds, not minutes, as did the synthetic version typically found at dance clubs.

Catherine grasped her arms and even her legs tightly around Rick, preventing him from instinctively trying to pull away or fight her off of him ... or, as it was, out from under him. Whatever fight he gave her ended in a handful of seconds, after which his body -- tensed first by orgasm, then by pain -- began to relax as one pleasure was replaced by the other. A few seconds after that, he simply collapsed down upon her, overwhelmed with a euphoria he'd never experienced, let alone known could exist.

She pulled her fangs from his flesh, and with her lips creating a literal suction upon him, began drinking his life force. Catherine couldn't see into his eyes, of course, as her face was at his neck as she gulped repeatedly from him. Emelia, however, had casually entered the room and now stood near the bed. She was looking directly into Rick's eyes, and -- after the younger Vampire's chemicals had taken full effect -- Rick had lifted his eyes to meet Emelia's gaze.

"You're safe, Rick," she told him with a soft, reassuring voice. She was smiling as she lowered to her knees at the bed's edge. "There is nothing to fear ... nothing of which to be concerned."

She reached a hand out to caress his face as she explained, "Catherine is taking just a little bit of your blood ... a pint ... nothing of which to be concerned."

Emelia had said that already, of course, but it was important for Rick to know and believe it. She continued, "When she is finished, you will fall asleep. You will rest ... a wonderful rest ... a soothing time in which you will have the most incredible and joyous dreams."

Rising again, Emelia leaned over the bed, gently lifted Rick's head from where it had been resting in the crook of Catherine's neck and kissed the man on the lips. He was unable to respond, his body as dead to the world as the corpse it would be if the feeding wasn't stopped at just the right time.

When she pulled back, Emelia smiled to him again, saying, "Now ... sleep ... sleep, Rick ... and when you awake, I will be right here, waiting for you ... waiting to further explain how this is part of the treatment that not only keeps Catherine and the rest of the Family alive ... but which will cure you of your own ailment ... and make you feel ... oh ... like you've never felt before."

Even as she was rising, Rick's eyes were closing. A moment later, Catherine gently rolled the man off of her and to his back. She sat up, looked him over, looked to Emelia, and smiled wide. She pointed, asking, "Should I?"

Emelia laughed, saying, "He won't know you're doing it, so ... let him sleep."

Catherine had been suggesting that she once again put Rick's cock in her mouth. His member was still rock hard, standing at a forty-five-degree angle over his muscular belly, looking as if it were ready to get back to work. Emelia knew, though, that Rick was dead to the world right now. Subconsciously, he would feel and enjoy felatio and possibly even orgasm a second time, but he'd never wake to remember it, despite Catherine's incredible skill at it.

"Keep him company?" Emelia asked the other Vampire. "I need to deal with some things, but I'll be back before dawn."

She knew that Rick would be out until at least sunrise, giving her well enough time to get some other Family business accomplished.

"I'd love to, Mistress," Catherine said as she rose from the bed. She moved close to Emelia and asked, "Wanna taste? He's delicious."

Emelia pulled the other Vampire to her, embracing her in an erotic hug as they put their lips together in an equally erotic kiss. The older vampire ran her tongue through the younger one's mouth, tasting the remnants of Rick's blood. When they disengaged, Emelia smiled, confirming, "He does, doen't he?"

"You could feed now, Mistress," Catherine suggested. "I only took a pint."

"No," Emelia said as she moved to the bed and pulled the bedding out from under Rick's still body. "I'll take my turn soon enough."

Between them, they made Rick comfortable under the sheet and blankets, then Catherine slid in to lay beside him. Emelia told her goodnight and made her way out of the suite...

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A bit after sunrise, Rick's eyes opened, and he turned his head to find Emelia looking over a centuries-old book on European History. She smiled to him, sipped from her cup of tea, and said, "You're going to feel a bit groggy for a bit. When you are ready to get out of bed, let me help you. You might feel dizzy ... disoriented."

Then she smiled knowingly and added, "But after a few more minutes ... you're going to feel like a new man."

 

[Homerun2611]

Un fucking believable! The intensity of the moment, Catherine had used every inch of her body to bring Rick to the ultimate orgasmic experience. The pain of the nails, the precision like squeeze, release, then squeeze again within the muscles of her vagina, gripping, releasing and tugging, the way she arched her back and angled her pelvis for ultimate penetration, and the filthy way she talked and the sheer beauty of her body, the dam broke and his body exulted.

Trumpeting as the seed moved up from his contracted tight balls and fired shot after shot deep inside of her! His scream of exultation didn’t tell the half of it, he felt ready to self combust, fucking her was simply that good! Perhaps it was his prior dry spell, but he had had those before, but never with a rebound like this. Particularly when just two days ago, he had felt so nauseous, so completely powerless to fight off this plague that seemed destined to destroy his body, he had actually considered ending it all. Jesus, what a mistake that would have been… and now this.. now…..

He saw a brief grin, it was part sexy, part frightening, was she about to cum herself, hadn’t she already? Catherine gripped him tight, legs, arms, hands, claws as she rose, up, her lips moving toward his neck… He saw the mouth open, but not the fangs… he was turned on, she wanted to keep going… he almost said it.. “Fuck Yes… bite me whore!” … but he didn’t. He didn’t usually talk like that, but this was an experience, a woman unlike any he had known before. The irony of that statement would have been, that in this position Rick assumed he was in control… he was not!

He felt the lips first, the tongue briefly zero in on location and…. “FUCK!” His body went rigid, this exclamation was far different from the last, though likely equally loud. The pain was momentary, but excruciating, she had not just bitten him, he felt the searing penetration of his flesh. It lasted less than an instant, and then, as if in slow motion all the effects described above played out.

His body had tensed, clenched, orgasm than pain, only to slowly release and completely relax. All of him, except, his cock, which was hard throbbing, as the sexual side effects of this initial transformation were arousing beyond all comprehension. Rick knew, expected refractory, he had cum like a stallion, but his gun should need time to reload, soften, shrink, only to life to fight another day, or at least a half hour or so. Nope, he was impossibly hard still, glorious really, a cock that could rival inspire, even intimidate the best of cocksman.

The pain gone, euphoria setting in, the room going from vivid red to gray to black, and he collapsed. Rick had tried ecstacy a couple of times, not in years, and nothing like this, there was actually a smile on his face as he lost consciousness still being drained by his lover. This was incredible, a state to which he had never imagined, truly sublime, as his body felt amazing even as his life force was partially drained.

He heard the words somewhere, "You're safe, Rick …There is nothing to fear ... nothing of which to be concerned."

A hand softly touched his face, reassuring, comforting, a demon disguised as an angel, "Catherine is taking just a little bit of your blood ... a pint ... nothing of which to be concerned."

He actually smiled, his subconscious somehow acknowledging that after a fuck like that, it seemed a reasonable price to pay. Take two? He had a goofy grin, she had given him the orgasm of his life, and now put him in this euphoric, mostly unconscious state, and he had a rock hard glorious prick… it was not really a time to complain. This is what happens when the little head is doing all the thinking!

The voice spoke again, it registered a bit, enough to take comfort and go completely asleep, "Now ... sleep ... sleep, Rick ... and when you awake, I will be right here, waiting for you ... waiting to further explain how this is part of the treatment that not only keeps Catherine and the rest of the Family alive ... but which will cure you of your own ailment ... and make you feel ... oh ... like you've never felt before."

More words were spoken, there is even some awareness of the admiration of my cock, the discussion of fellatio, my cock twitches in response, a subconcious “yes please” that goes unanswered, or does it? Words stop, sleep goes ever deeper, REM to remember. The vividness and eroticism of the dreams is unparalleled, I could swear I cum and cum, yet in the morning there will be no obvious evidence on the sheets of unending wet dream.

There is glorious heat next to me, my glorious, vampiress, bed warmer. In my dreams I reach out, paw, enjoy, unsure of where I touch or what I receive in return. The visions are fellation, acrobatic positions, glorious indulgence, and cumming and cumming and cumming.

When dreams stop and consciousness rears its nudging entrance, he does not know. Fog is initially dense, San Francisco on its worst day. Light cracks through the window, barely, it is sunrise, it must be. He is not alone, "You're going to feel a bit groggy for a bit. When you are ready to get out of bed, let me help you. You might feel dizzy ... disoriented."

The bed warmer is gone, but he is not disappointed. The voice is Emelia, as lashes try to flutter open. He is chilled, sheets had been kicked off, he was naked, and impossibly hard! Fragments of last night begin to dance across his head. What was dreams, what was real? Questions start to bubble up like water moving from room temp to simmer to full boil.

The bite? The post orgasmic terror comes back, yet, reaching up, touching his neck.. there are scabs, but no pain. The voice speaks again, "But after a few more minutes ... you're going to feel like a new man."

He runs his hands up and down his arms, not realizing he is fully exposed, impossibly hard, a large and virile rocket aching to launch. Head is still to groggy to worry about modesty, as he as the sensation of a butterfly ermerging from the cocoon, muscles becoming muscles again, he feels younger, he … he… He feels… fantastic. Stretching a bit.. this can’t be his body? He hasn’t felt this strong since … ever? Back arches, toes wiggle.

Finally he turns to Emelia, but he can’t hide the grin. Yet, he has a million questions. Where do you start? He notices her eyes briefly go down and view the pulsating pylon of passion emanating from his crotch. He has had morning wood before, many times, but never a morning Sequoia! Reaching down to find the sheet, but it is more like erecting a tent on top of a telephone pole. “Sorry!” Murmured sheepishly.

Swinging he legs over the side, partially covered, at least around the waist he finally addresses his host. “What the fuck happened last night… what did you do to me.. what did she do to me …. And how can I possibly feel this good?”

 

[PennySaver]

"Well, that's an explanation I would prefer to give you over breakfast," Emelia responded. She stood and headed for the door, suggesting, "Get showered, get dressed ... meet me on the terrace for breakfast."

As she was leaving the bedroom, a beautiful woman he hadn't yet met entered. Emelia told her, "Please see to any needs our new resident may have."

"Yes, Mistress," the woman said, turning toward the bed ... undressing as she neared Rick.

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Emelia was sitting with coffee and pastries when Rick arrived. She hasn't known whether he'd be a few minutes or a couple of hours, not that it mattered. She had all the time in the world.

She gestured him to sit and started with her tale. "I was born in the Year 1412 in a little village on the coast of North Africa. I know very little of my origins beyond that. My father ... my mother. I remember nothing of them. I was raised in an orphanage, where I earned my keep washing clothes, beating rugs, and scrubbing floors.

"When I was thirteen years old, a man who'd first seen me begging on the streets came to the orphanage and bought me to be his wife. Apparently, even at that age, I was already considered very beautiful. We were married that day, and without delay, we left my homeland.

"We traveled first by boat to Spain, then by foot, by cart, and by horseback across the Continent. Each night, I expected my new husband to avail himself of his marital rights. And each morning I arose for that day's trek still pure of body.

"We traveled for 111 days. I know this because I counted each sunrise and each sunset, wondering if our trek would ever end. I had never before imagined that the world could be this big. It simply never seemed to end.

"In those first days, I'd made inquiries as to where we were going, how much farther we would go, why we were going where we were going. There had been no answers. Eventually, I simply stopped asking.

"As if I didn't already have enough questions, occasionally the man who I'd believed was my husband would buy new wives. He would marry them by whatever traditional ceremony was appropriate for that Nation, and away we would go again. Spain, France, Italy ... he took a wife in each of these lands ... two, actually, in Italy.

"They had questions as well. They received no more information than I had. I tried to speak with these new wives, but each of us spoke only the language of our homeland. We did our best to learn each other's language as we traveled onward.

"Eventually, we came to his home, a small castle in the steep mountains of what is today Austria. He had a small staff of two dozen men and women, some of whom were married and had children. All of them lived on the castle grounds. And there were other women ... other wives. White women, black women, Asian women. Like those with whom I'd traveled for days, weeks, or months, these women had been collected by my Husband on previous treks about other parts of the globe.

"It was only then that I would come to understand why my Husband had brought me all this way ... had brought all of us so far from our own homelands to his."

She hesitated a moment, sipped at her coffee, looked Rick directly in the eyes, and told him, "My Husband ... the man I would learn to call Master ... just as you have heard the residents of Elmhurst call me Mistress ... was a Vampire ... and he was creating a Worldly Family."

Emelia hesitated just a moment for Rick's reaction. He had to know that something strange had been coming his way, of course. The night before, Catherine had sunk fangs into his neck and drank his blood. And just moments ago, Emelia had told him that she was 613 years old.

"Over the next few weeks," she continued, "he turned each of his new wives into Vampires ... just as he had the wives before us. It was excruciatingly painful ... as you know from last night with Catherine ... only worse.

"Most of us came to treasure our new lives once we came to realize the wondrous benefits. One of those benefits you are already beginning to discover: rejuvenation. And an extension of that rejuvenation...? Near immortality."

 

[Homerun2611]

"Well, that's an explanation I would prefer to give you over breakfast," Emelia responded. She stood and headed for the door, suggesting, "Get showered, get dressed ... meet me on the terrace for breakfast." Rick was after all naked, hard, and it was only then he noticed all the dried cum on his lower abs. “Of course…” He responded.

He had so many questions, as reality and the hallucinations/dreams of his slumber made the actual recounting of actual events difficult. He remembered the sex and the bite.. but then, it was a bit hazy, and even Rick didn’t fully realize that Catherine had actually drank a pint of his blood. He could have just as easily been convinced they had gotten kinky, a bit rough and he had passed out.

He touched his neck again, the skin there still a bit numb, but there were definitely scabs, four of them, so the bite had been more than a mild kink. He would have spent a bit more time trying to clear his head and prepare questions, except of course for the entrance of Suzie.

The blonde that passed by Emelia and entered, was once again stunning. She wore a lace robe open and walked past Rick only to lean back against the window, brushing her hair back and letting him enjoy the display she presented before him.

She cracked her neck and then turned and peeled the robe completely off her shoulders. Rick was still sitting on the bed, and if there was any hope of his massive erection subsiding, Suzie eliminated that. “Mr. Harris, I am here to help you relieve any morning need and begin your day refreshed.“ As she spoke her eyes moved slowly up and down his body, one moment her brown eyes looking deeply into his blues, the next me and earring down to stare and lick her lips at the twitching tent of pinpoint cotton sheet that was tented by his erection.

”Relieve?” Rick asked, this place was unbelievable, and her meaning was clear, yet he felt necessary to clarify. “I assume Sir that you would like to cum, and I will help you as you desire… is your preference my mouth, body, pussy or…” She laughed as she saw the huge grin cross Rick’s face and his unveiling of his manhood from under the sheet.

He was tempted to ask if this were likely to be a regular thing or a one time opportunity, but it seemed unseemly to look a gift whore in the mouth… he would find out later if Suzie were part of the everyday menu. “I would love a nice blowjob if you don’t mind… do you like to swallow?” The casualty of the conversation was almost as if she would be getting him coffee and would he like cream and sugar with that.

Suzie was far more gentle and sensuous than Catherine, dropping to her knees and seductively crawling On all fours over to him before kneeling between his legs. “If you would like to slide back a bit and lie on your back, I will gladly milk your prostate too.. and yes Sir, I will swallow….” Rick promptly slid back and had the most excruciatingly good blow job of his life for the next twenty minutes as the gorgeous blonde edged and milked every possible drop.

The prostate massage was something he had never before experienced and it was incredible, as were all the nooks and crannies explored by Suzie’s hungry and seemingly insatiable tongue. Add to that, Rick’s growing virility, and the entireilty of the experience was simply extraordinary.

When she finished, whenhe came, arching his back and gripping her thick long hair in his fist, she simply dabbed her lips, gave the tip of his prick one last tonguing, cleansing caress, and left. Rick promptly showered, but realized he was starving as he finally met Emelia on the terrace.

She gave him a knowing smile, as he sat, but quickly began to tell her story, and Rick found himself mesmerized. He listened intently, as she cleared up certain things. She had been turned by a vampire and so, any illusions he might have had on the brief but searing pain of the bite were removed. So was that the answer, was he being turned? He had never believed in vampires, frankly didn’t even like the movies, which seemed more romance novels than science fiction, but fiction was now becoming reality.

He wanted to dismiss what she said, as if this were some grand hoax, yet he knew he couldn’t, for it explained way too much. He stayed quiet, listened intently until she finally gave him a momentary break. However, rather than react emotionally, even violently, he found himself responding with a touch of charm and humor. “Well then Mistress, may I say for being 600 years old, you have aged spectacularly.”

His eyes twinkled, yet now a whole new myriad of questions emerged. “What had happened to her husband, that family, and what was this? He began though with his primary question, “So, is that what last night started, am I being turned, is this some sort of family?”

She pointed out the moment with Catherine, “Well, most of it was very pleasant and the bite was very painful, but also, very brief.. and then… what exactly happened next?”

He listened as she went on, and as she spoke, did an invetory on himself, he did feel incredible, of course Suzie had helped with that. “So.. that is why you said I would be cured… you are turning me into a vampire… and … making me immortal?”

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: There is mention of my main character when she was 14 years old, but there is NO roleplay and NOTHING erotic.)

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“Well then Mistress," Rick complimented, "may I say for being 600 years old, you have aged spectacularly.”

"Thank you very much, good sir," she responded, smiling.

He asked about whether or not he was being turned, being made immortal.

"No, you are not being turned ... yet ... and then, only if you wish to be," Emelia responded. "And to be clear ... immortality is a fallacy. I am not immortal. I have simply lived a long, long time. And while I hope it will not happen for some time, my death is not an impossibility."

Remembering what he'd said about her aging spectacularly, Emelia explained, "I wasn't quite 14 years old when I was turned by my husband ... my Master. It was not uncommon at that time for men to take wives who had only just barely entered puberty. I had presumed that that was the reason he'd purchased me.

"Our relationship was less about husband-wife relations, though. Men of that era ... men of wealth, of power, of status ... they were often attracted to women of youth and innocence. My Master knew this and used me to get close to these men in an effort to gain more wealth, power, and status for himself.

"Feeding was, of course, a necessity of my new life. Feeding made it possible for me to maintain that youthful, innocent appearance for decades. I aged so slowly that a century had passed before the men my Master served began asking for someone who looked younger than I.

"In the summer of 1615," Emelia continued, her tone becoming more solemn now, "My Master was killed. The existence of Vampires had come to be more than just a story parents told their children to keep them inline. My Master was suspected to be something not quite Human ... a Vampire or Witch or Demon ... each had been proposed.

"He'd attempted to flee Austria with his wealth and much of his Family ... with me. He'd failed. Many of us escaped, only to be hunted mercilessly for decades to come. I escaped ... to France ... England ... and eventually to the Americas ... by this time, the last of my Family.

"Lonely, I turned my first Daughter in 1790, in Massachusetts," she said, a smile coming to her lips. "Soon after came a Son ... then another ... then more Daughters. Over time, my Family expanded. We used our beyond-Human abilities to create wealth and preserve security.

Emelia looked around herself, at the vastness of the Elmhurst estate, then smiled to Rick. "And here we are today. Which brings us to you, my friend."

She leaned into refill Rick's mug, sipped at her own, then smiled. "Tell me more about this thing you do when you go to work, Rick. And I will in turn tell you how I'm going to cure you of your ailment ... and, if you choose, give you as many years of enjoyable life as you wish."

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick had to laugh, “Well, until last night, and really this morning I thought vampires only lived in books, so immortality being a fallacy, suddenly wasn’t impossible…” Rick thought, “So, if not immortal, what is it, you said you have aged, yet you’re 600 years old, and I would have guessed you were one of the most beautiful 20 something to 30 something year old women, I have ever seen? And I gues.. how does this relate to my cure?”

Emelia explained more, and Rick sensed the sorrow, “How was he killed, if you don’t mind my asking, and, you mentioned sons and daughters, but never another husband?” Sons and daughters were interesting terms, “The others here, are some of them your family?”

Rick listened to more, Emelia going into greater detail and then she turned the attention to him. The way she leaned in, made him lean in as well. Never before or after would he have the same level of visceral attraction he had to Emelia. He thought about her question and suddenly he had a need and desire to impress her. Not quite flirting, something deeper, he wanted to be… worthy.. of her attention, perhaps even her bed.

”Can anyone hear us?” Rick asked and gained her assurance they were very much alone and private. “The whole basis of my firm, our fund is to outperform the stock market, while not having any greater inherent risk profile.” He stopped to make sure what he was saying registered at all.

Much of what he did was quite complex mathematics, looking for sectors and individual stocks that would perform opposite to the typical market. Some of that was easy, bonds run opposite of stocks, so, generally, when the stock market is up, bond prices are down, and vice versa. That was the boring quantitative stuff, and Rick brushed that over.

Real money is made when we are aware of things that we shouldn’t necessarily, a scandal before it happens, a product recall, other bad news. We short the stock, sell them without owning, and them when the stock drops, we rebuy to “fill our position” and the difference between what we sold, and what we bought is the profit. If we use options to take advantage of the stock movment, the profits are even greater.”

Rick put his finger to his mouth, “Shhh, that is a secret. We also get early alotments into IPO’s. The hot ones can go up, 30, 50, sometimes 200 percent in their first few days of trading before settling, we ride that early burst. There are other things, but those are the two biggest that really make the returns of our fund quite extraordinary.”

As he spoke he found himself leaning in more, and Emelia quite engaged. He was almost moaning when he finished, “Does that make sense?” My God he was hard, and he reached out to take her hand. “I won’t be heading into the office until tomorrow, do you have any suggestions on how I might spend my day?”

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia politely shook her head as her response to Rick's inquiry about both her husband's death and whether or not she'd ever taken another. He continued his inquiry, “The others here, are some of them your family?”

"Some," she said, not at all reluctant to answer that one. "Catherine who you met last evening, obviously. And others. You will figure out who's who as time goes on."

He talked about his duties at work some more. Emelia understood nearly all of it, of course. She'd been dealing with bankers and money managers since the time of the Medici's. What she needed to know from Rick was what deals he had coming up soon that would offer her a little boost in her fortunes.

“Does that make sense?” he asked.

Emelia feigned a bit of ignorance by responding, "I think I have it, but ... maybe you can tell me more later when you have more time. Don't you need to go to work?"

“I won’t be heading into the office until tomorrow," he answered, reaching out to touch her hand. "Do you have any suggestions on how I might spend my day?”

Emelia smiled politely, then casually pulled her hand back from him. In a calm voice, she explained, "Rick, you may have gotten the wrong impression about me. Here at Elmhurst, we are very relaxed about our ... sexuality, as you experienced with Catherine and Susan. If you have desires in which you would like to partake, there is almost always someone available to fulfill them.

"However ... I won't be fulfilling them for you," she said as she stood. She gestured toward one of the women who -- while she and Rick had been talking -- had come out to lay in sun chairs nearer to the house. As the beauty stood and made her way this direction, Emelia finished, "I wish you the greatest comfort and enjoyment here, Rick. Only ... you won't be achieving either between my thighs."

She'd said all of this with a polite tone. Now, with the other woman arriving, Emelia turned and departed, saying over her shoulder, "Please excuse me, Rick. I have tasks with which to deal."

 

[Homerun2611]

"Catherine who you met last evening, obviously. And others. You will figure out who's who as time goes on." Rick chuckled, “Yes, I remember … meeting her.” He had basically been raped, violated, quite consensually, and not including the bite, had loved every minute of it.

”Do.. all your daughters have the same ... uh … vigor?” Rick asked, for even given the excruciating pain of the bite, could not reduce the overall pleasure he had enjoyed at the unworldly passion and eroticism experienced. He thought about the others he had met since arriving, each man and woman spectacularly beautiful in their own way. “Are there other vampires here you have not turned yourself?”

He could imagine himself walking about Elmhurst, how exactly does one bring up in idle conversation, “Are you, by any chance, a vampire?” AWKWARD!!!

Rick had explained what he did, at least the hedge funding for dummies version, even though Emelia was clearly no dummy. “I’d be happy to, just ask me any time?” That was only partially true. Rick worked for very powerful people, doing things for huge profits that bordered on the very fringes of legality. In addition he was licensed by the SEC where his emails were under the scrutiny of regulatory authority.

Throughout his career, he had been very careful not to cross the line, but he knew how easy it would be. He made a good living though, could put his head peacefully on his pillow each night, so why take that risk, it wasn’t worth it.

He never dreamed that Emelia understood the potential of what he did, he thought he was being clever. Yet when he reached out to touch her, he was quickly corrected, while much might be available and easy at Elmhurst, the Mistress was not on the menu.

He pulled back his hand, ”I’m sorry, I certainly didn’t mean to suggest…” Exactly what he had clearly suggested. He wished he could take it all back and clearly felt dismissed. As she walked away, he wasn’t sure if she heard him, “Of course, I hope I will see you tonight, at dinner?”

The beauty, India, was a Carmel skinned, brown eyes, beauty. Long brown hair went to her waist, yet she was tall, and beautifuly proportioned. “Would you care to join me, I was planning to lay out at the pool.” Rick explained that he did not have a suit, only to be assured that really wasn’t an issue. He ended up spending the day naked, largely relaxing other than making love to India under the waterfall of the pool, and again back in her room.

He went back to his room, to shower and get ready for dinner, only to realize, he did not know when dinner was, or if, he was even invited?

 

[PennySaver]

”Do.. all your daughters have the same ... uh … vigor?” Rick asked, referencing the enthusiasm the female Vampire of the night before had shown him.

Emelia smiled, even chuckled. "Catherine is ... special. As an Omenesc ... a human who has not been turned, she'd been unable to fully enjoy sexual interactions with others. In other words, she couldn't cum ... not unless she drove herself to orgasm with her fingers on her own sensitive parts.

"However, during her Cotitură, her Turning," Emelia continued, "Catherine discovered, just as you did last night, that the euphoria of climax is greatly heighted during Feeding, whether you are the one Feeding or the one being Fed upon. Her Hunger and her sex drive merged together a long time ago, to leave us with the insatiable woman with whom you spent the night.

"That didn't answer your question, though," Emelia confessed. "The answer is more complicated. An Omenesc like yourself ... when you orgasm, your body is flooded with adrenaline, endorphines, and other natural chemicals that make your blood so much more ... what's the word ... nutritious to a Vampire. For this reason, Vampires will often merge sex and Feeding together. It means fewer Feedings in the same amount of time and smaller amounts of consumed blood as well.

"That latter part is important," Emelia said with a serious tone. "We don't kill people to satisfy our need for blood. We never drain Omensescs. Once upon a time, back when I was still an Omenesc and for the centuries before that, Vampires generally did kill their prey. It was a different world then. It was much easier to dispose of a body than it is today.

"But that was then, and this is now," she said, her tone lightening. "You don't have to fear one of us being so hungry one night that we suck you dry."

Rick asked, “Are there other vampires here you have not turned yourself?”

"No, none," Emelia said firmly. She could have explained to him Children are totally loyal to their Master or Mistress, and that to maintain total loyalty to her and her alone, only Emelia was allowed to create more of them. Instead, she only said, "All of the Vampires here are my Sons and Daughters."

They ended their morning together, and Rick spent much of the day with India, who was literally named for the country of her origin. When dinner time neared, a pair of Elmhurst's kitchen servants arrived at Rick's room with platters of food and drink. One explained that when Mistress wasn't available, there was no Family dinner and a sort of room service was made available instead.

The next morning, breakfast in the form of a morning buffet was available for Rick and the others. Philip found the newest house guest at one point and told him, "Mistress Emelia is away from the house for a few days. She will continue with your treatment when she returns."

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick listened as Emelia explained, finding it hard to believe Catherine had ever had issues as she was likely the most sexual and aggressive women Rick had ever met. Rick nodded as the explanation continued, “Yes, it was extremely intense, earth changing!” He gave her a sheepish smile. It was also highly addictive, having felt that intensity, that entire body orgasm, he naturally wanted more.

”Is this true for men and women, I mean when a man feeds, does he also cum as intensely as I did last night?” Even this conversation was arousing and he felt himself getting hard as the continued to talk, although the hard on subsided a bit as he discussed what he did for a living, surprised she would have any interest at all.

It was her clarification that made him most curious. "But that was then, and this is now," she said, her tone lightening. "You don't have to fear one of us being so hungry one night that we suck you dry." He looked at her, “So it will happen again? This is obviously part of the treatment, but you said you weren’t necessarily turning me? Don’t I need to, to be cured?”

She clarified that it was only she that turn the vampires, and so he reached the logical conclusion, “So, you are the head, and only head of this family?” This explained a lot, the reverence she was treated with, how all addressed her as Mistress, the respect was ever present, but was there more, was there a sense of fear as well, perhaps Emelia was a strict matriarch?

When they parted, India was the perfect diversion. Rick had never been an overly sexual person, but here, given the constant inspiration of gorgeous and willing naked women, combined with the vigor he had felt both last night and more so this morning, he found himself insatiable. He tried to rationalize that was what had led him to make the overture toward Mistress Emelia.

Despite the day with India, a wonderful, lust filled day, he initially felt stronger than ever, through each of their intense sessions of extended and intense intercourse. Yet as he dressed for dinner, he found the energy beginning to wane. He decided to ignore it, sure that it was just a natural effect of having had so much incredible sex, when he wasn’t used to it.

After he ate, he heard the soft knock on his door. It was Sarah, the masseuse, and she had her table with her, wearing only a short kimono, and a more petite Asian woman, that Rick had also seen at the pool the day before. “I thought you might like a message before bed, something to relax you. I have brought Kiana…” Rick smiled at the woman wearing only a soft pink piece of lingerie, her fingers already sliding to her spaghetti straps to slide them off her shoulders and reveal herself.

“We can either give you a four ands massage, Nuru of course, or, I am well trained at massaging the prostate, while Kiana will happily milk you!” What an offer, but Rick was feeling so tired, he could barely believe it himself as teh words came from his mouth, “Both sound Incredible, I N C R E D I B L E…but could I possibly take a rain check… I am feeling tired and I have an early day at work tomorrow.”

What man in his right mind would say no, or even, not now… yet he did, and he saw the smile on Sarah’s face. “Of course, I will let the Mistress know you would like to not be disturbed…” Rick’s night was restless, as he felt aches and fatigue slowly working their way back into his body, in the morning that was accompanied by a bit of nausea, something he had grown quite familiar with .

He barely touched his breakfast, simply having some unbuttered toast and coffee, a small glass of apple juice. Again, he simply assumed he had over done it, he would need to pace himself,, particularly when he heard that his treatment would need to wait during Emelia’s absence. The work day was normal, yet by the time he arrived back at Elmhurst it seemed as if all the benefits of the session with Catherine had evaporated, and if anything he felt slightly worse than he had felt before arriving at Elmhurst at all. He hoped he might see Phillip and see if there was anything he might do in the interim?

 

[PennySaver]

Then Rick arrived at the closed gates of the Elmhurst Estate, the evening guard left the security hut and approached his car with a rather confused look upon his face. When the facility's newest patient lowered his window, the guard -- who'd looked over his clipboard as he approached -- informed Rick, "I'm sorry, Mister Harris, but you're not on the list for entry this evening. Mistress Emelia is not currently on the grounds, and the only other person who can approve your entry is Philip, and he's not available either. I'm sorry ... but I can't permit you entry."

The man stepped back and glanced toward the turnout area behind and to Rick's left. It was a subtle indication that he needed to go back the way he'd come.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick had breathed a sigh of relief, “Home at last!” He whispered to himself, pulling up the gate, it was the first time he had driven himself. He had not received any word of anyone driving him which seemed odd, and Rick also realized he had no phone numbers to call anyone. His friend and Doctor had arranged the first visit, he had been picked up, escorted, and taken to see Mistress Emelia.

He had pulled up and didn’t remember the guard, but he hadn’t been paying much attention as his driver, Laurence, had handled everything and he had been more wide eyed with his first impressions of the mansion. So now, Rick, although not feeling great, impatient, and just wanting to get to his room tried to be nice. “Please look again, I have a room here, Mistress Emelia gave it to me herself. He said this with a certain confidence, that this man, surely must not know who he was. The delusion was quickly erased. "I'm sorry, Mister Harris, but you're not on the list for entry this evening. Mistress Emelia is not currently on the grounds, and the only other person who can approve your entry is Philip, and he's not available either. I'm sorry ... but I can't permit you entry."

Rick shook his head. “But… but… my things are inside.. ask Sarah, or India.. or Catherine … they will tell you?” Whether the man was unwilling or unable Rick didn’t know, but not a call was made. He was tempted to hit the accelerator and crash right through, surprised himself at the desperation he was feeling, like an addict on early withdrawal. Fortunately he came to his sense. “Please let them know I will be back tomorrow…” To do what exactly he was not sure.

He didn’t go home, he went to a bar. Yes, he felt like crap, but he needed something to numb the pain and three or four scotches helped but did not solve the issue. He did not flirt with any of the women who were also there, seemingly alone, he was both not in the mood, and after having dined on the fine selection at Elmhurst, the offering at Jimmy’s Bar and Grill, did not measure up. not to mention, that vigor that had carried him through two nights before and yesterday, was now completely gone. Not once since leaving Elmhurst that morning had he even felt a tingle in his cock, let alone the perpetual hard on he had sported the prior 24 plus hours.

He awoke the next morning, dark circles under his eyes, he felt like crap, worse than crap, so much for his cure. He was angry, she had promised so much, and he was scared, had his momentary flirting with the Mistress gotten him banished. And if so… he didn’t want to think through the consequences. He knew them, and they were horrific. He trudged into work, where at least a dozen people asked if he was all right. “NO, I’m dying…” he wanted to scream but smiled politely, “No, just a bit of trouble sleeping.” No one was surprised, Rick was working on two things right now, an IPO, and an acquisition by the IPO candidate that would immediately sky rocket the newly issued shares prices.

He tried to focus, worked through the day, took his lunch break to drive to a mall parking lot and take a nap. Eating wouldn’t help, he was quite certain he couldn’t keep anything down. It was a tired, desperate man who again, at approximately 6 PM drove up to the gates of Elmhurst, the anger had subsided, he was ready to beg on hands and knees if needed to get back inside!

 

[PennySaver]

Emelia was in her bedroom on Elmhurst's third floor when she heard the familiar sound of Rick's car driving up to and stopping at the gate. She ambled over to the window that looked out on the front grounds and looked down to where he was parked, waiting as he had the evening before for permission to pass through the gates.

A golf cart entered her view from directly below, scurrying down the cobblestone drive. A it arrived at the gate, the guard opened the pedestrian gate. Philip disembarked from the little electric vehicle, passed through the open gate, chatted with Rick a moment, then gestured to the guard. The vehicle gate began opening, during which time Philip returned to the golf cart and headed back up toward the house, followed closely behind by Rick.

When the two men entered the mansion's foyer, Emelia was awaiting them. She wore a tight-fitting LBD -- Little Black Dress -- with tall, spiked, high heels and a sheer wrap that did nothing to hide her boosted cleavage. She smiled to Rick as he entered, then almost immediately showed concern in a shift of her expression.

"Rick, my poor dear ... you look awful," she said with a sincere expression. She walked forward to meet him, examining his face with her eyes and hands both. "How do you feel, my son?"

Emelia used the word son specifically to make him recall her explanation about turning sons and daughters. She hadn't begun doing that too him, of course; he'd only partaking of one feeding thus far, and it had only been a minor treatment for him, though, it had been an important and valuable act for Catherine. Still, Emelia wanted Rick to keep somewhere in the back of his mind just what was involved and possible if he was going to continue to receive pain relieving and life extending service from her and her Family.

"Come with me, you poor thing," Emelia said, taking him by the crook of his elbow. "Let's get you to your room ... get you showered ... maybe into a relaxing steam or in the warm jets of the Jacuzzi."