Sex and Blood III (closed for prissy_kytten)

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Sex and Blood III (closed for prissy_kytten)

Symon Michel
born of his mother 1660
born into the dark gift:1692
6'3" 210 lbs Brown haired, Blue eyed, pale skin

Symon loved to be around the youth of the ages he lived in, so he would buy property around a campus and get a teaching job. There were always scoundrels who preyed on the youth in these towns to feed on.

He been teaching at this university in Southeast for a few years. It was the start of another semester. The new students in his World History class were filing into his night class when he saw her. The moment he had seen the raven haired young woman, his thoughts returned to his mortal days and when he had deceived the Dark Gift. This beauty had the same captivating eyes of his first love, Rebbecca Nurse.

Rebbecca had died July 19, 1792, during the Salem Witch Trials. Symon and the other members of the community were forced to watch the hangman place the noose around Rebecca's neck, push the log out from underneath her feet, and her neck snapped at the end of the rope. Symon's world had ended that night, he had given up all hope. Symon walked around for months, drunk and wishing for death. Life without Rebbecca was meaningless to him.

On his last night as a human, Symon had been very intoxicated and stumbled into the woods near the local tavern. He leaned against a tree to relieve himself of the recently consumed five pints of ale., He was roused from his drunken slumber by a sudden noise behind him. A tall redheaded woman grabbed Symon's head and threw his head backwards, she bite into his neck, and drew the life giving blood from his body. The sensation was extremely erotic and his exposed cock grew harder! The woman dropped to her knees and bit into the vein on top of his penis. She was soon taking his hard member into her mouth and draining his body of blood as she stimulated his sex organ. As her mouth drained him, Symon saw visions from her life as a priestess among the Pictish people in the green hills of Scotland. Other images of her long life continued to fill his mind, until the desire to release himself in her throat was too strong. As Symon released his seed deep in her throat, his knees buckled and grew weaker. His weakness came from both from the most intense orgasm of his life and the almost life threatening lack of blood in his body.

Symon slumped into her arms "Do you really want to die and join your precious Rebbecca? Or do you want to come away with me? I am Morgana de Cruithni. I offer you a life of darkness and death, but you will know pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

Symon made his choice that night and gave in to her pleasures. Morgana had taught him all the ways of being a vampire and had shown him pleasures that no mortal could ever know. The mixture of sex and blood was exhilarating! ...

A cough in the auditorium woke him from his thoughts.

The last of the students were sitting in their seats. He smiled and welcomed them all to his class and told them about his office hours. "I am extremely allergic to the sun and only hold hours after dark. I am sorry if that is inconvenient for you, but I will stay as late as anyone needs." He saw the her sitting in the front row smiling at him with her beautiful eyes.

"Who can tell me what were the two major tribes that populated the Land we now call Scotland? I will be nice and give you a hint tonight since it is your first night in my class. The land is now named for one of the tribes." Symon looked around he room at the blank faces and finally down at the dark haired beauty in the front row, who was staring up at him with a dreamy look in her eyes. He stepped closer to her. "Miss, what is you name? Are you not used to this last hour? Do you know what the answer to my question is?"

Symon had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke her face. He wondered where she was from, she looked too much like her, acted like her. Was it possible that she was a granddaughter of Rebbecca? She had been out of the village for about 7 months after they had began sneaking away into the woods together to explorer their carnal lust. Rebbecca had refused to say why she had to leave, but simply disappeared and reappeared one day. Her absence and reappearance into the group had been what had drawn attention to her during the Witch Trials. She was taken away and killed before Symon could talk to her.

It couldn't be...

 

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Becky Simons

Age 22
Height 5'8
Green eyes, long dark brown hair with a slight wave.
32B 25 36

Becky looked up at her Prof thinking his office hours were strange indeed, but who was she to question him.

He had asked the class a question but fo the life of her she could not remeber what, she was to entranced by his eyes, there was something so familair within there depths.

"Miss, what is you name? Are you not used to this last hour? Do you know what the answer to my question is?"

"Oh um me I'm Becky Simons, sorry what was the question?" i couldn't believe he was speaking to me but worse I could not stop stairing into his eyes, those eyes that seemed to reach the depths of my soul.

"Um the two tribes, well was one of the the Anglo Saxon's? I'm not sure, I night be wrong."

Still looking in his eyes I felt a kind of connection, but that could not be I had just met him, yet there it was holding me, beckoning to me.

He seemed to be looking at me in a way so simular to the way I must have been stairing at him, he had a sort of look of recognition echoing from the depth of his eyes, yet we did not know each other, could not have met before yet, my mind screamed out with a warning bell, loudly pronouncing him to. Almost as if his eyes alone could capture my soul.

Unconsciencely I start to lick my lips, still holding his gaze.

"Was that one of the tribes Mr. Michel?"

 

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Symon smiled at Becky. "Yes, Miss Simons the Anglo Saxons were in Scotland, but they were there fighting the Scots and the Pictish Nations." He looked into her eyes once more and walked back into the center of the lecture hall. "This semester we will be focusing on strong Matriarchal Societies like the Picts. The the Pictish tribe was also called Pritani, meaning "The People of the Designs" The Romans could not defeat this tribe and reacted by building Hadrian's Wall. The wall was built to try to keep them out. ...

The Romans are the ones who have them the name Picts because they covered themselves in tattoos. Here is a likeness of a Pictish woman."
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Symon continued on about the Pictish people, walking back and forth in front of the first row. The lights were down for his slide show, but he was watching the beautiful green eyed girl with his vampiric vision. She was beautiful and and had the same features as his lost love.

"Ultimately it was the fact that the Pictish tribe was a matriarchal society that lead to their down fall. As we will learn in this class, most societies that featured strong women were cut down by the treachery of men.

I will see you all on Wednesday night, be ready for a quiz about the Pictish Nation.

Miss Simons, may I see you after class!" He said looking into her green eyes.

 

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Yes, Miss Simpson the Anglo Saxons were in Scotland, but they were there fighting the Scots and the Pictish Nations." He looked into her eyes once more and walked back into the center of the lecture hall. "

I smile kind of embarassed that I was wrong, but more so that I could not stop staring into his eyes. I watch as he walks way my eyes never leaving his person.

I have him speak the voice is so familar, almost as if I had heard it before, but that could not be, my hand is moving as i scribble notes, at least one part of me is functioning.

The next thing I knew class was over and Mr. Michel was fifnishing his lecture, this was not good, at this rate she would never be able to consentrate on class her mind was to plagued with the idea they had met before, that they shared some kind of connection. I look up as Mr. Michel says.

"Ultimately it was the fact that the Pictish tribe was a matriarchal society that lead to their down fall. As we will learn in this class, most societies that featured strong women were cut down by the treachery of men.

At least he was not a sexist like a few of her other history teachers, the ones who thought women we the bain of society.

I start gathering my books, my bag over my shoulder. I step around my seat. Looking up at him shyly, I am about to leave when...

"Miss Simons, may I see you after class!"

I freeze where I am standing, my whole body suddenly aware of how small the class really was. I dumbly knod my head not breaking eye contact.

Slowly I walk towards Mr. Michel's.

"Um sir is something wrong, did I do something?"

Up close that nagging feeling I have had all night grows sending alarms through my brain, telling me there is something about him, something special, a connection of sorts. But I can not figure it out maybe just maybe he noticed me staring at him *blushes*

 

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"Um sir is something wrong, did I do something?" *blushes*

Symon looked up from his paperwork and saw the blushing beauty. "No, Miss Simons you are not in any trouble. I have an offer for you." He smiled at her, trying to ease her mind. "Each semester I offer one student extra credit for helping me out with some of administrative duties that must be done during the daylight hours. It would require meeting in my office three nights a week."

Symon scanned her tight human body. She was a beauty. If things went well, he would be seeing more of her in the future. He scanned her mind and found that she was wrestling with the idea that she knew him. (Yes, Rebbecca, it is me, but you will find that out later.)

 

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Smiling Mr Michel puts my mind at ease saying "No, Miss Simpson you are not in any trouble. I have an offer for you."

I look into his eyes, trying to gage him but still I get is this felling of familarity. Why did I feel this way? I try to put it out of my mind as I listen to his offer.

"Each semester I offer one student extra credit for helping me out with some of administrative duties that must be done during the daylight hours. It would require meeting in my office three nights a week."

I smile at him, some how knowing me getting the offer had something to do with this connection I felt to him, no matter how distant that connect felt.

I smile still looking into his eyes as he appears to be studying me.

"I would be glad to help out Mr. Michel, I am taking a kind of light load this semister so I have the free time, and it might help me to get to know the campas better."

I quickly look away, the intensity of the feelings washing over me to much, how could his eyes make me feel as if he were touching me, as if he knew my body.

"When would you like me to start?"

 

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"When would you like me to start?"

"How about tomorrow night? But Miss Simons, if you are going to take the position, you must call me Symon, when we are together." Symon stood up from his seat and held out his hand to shake Becky's, is eyes locked in on her green eyes.

 

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Swallowing i put my hand in his, the electricty is shcoking to say the least.

Looking in his eyes, hoping he can not read my thoughts I shake his hand.

"We Mr. I mean Symon tomorrow night sounds great shall I meet you in your office at say 10pm after my class?"

Not quite knowing why I leave my hand in his waiting for him to break the contact or acknowlegde the connection, not quite sure which I would prefer.

I see a breif flicker in his eyes, could be struggling as much as I?

 

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Human memories of flesh intertwined came back to Symon as he held Becky's hand. He suddenly became aware of how much time had pasted holding her hand and a couple of students were in the back of the room talking, so he let go of her hand. "I will see you tomorrow night then, in my office at 10 PM then, Miss Simon." He looked into her eyes one more time before turning and leaving through the back door that lead to the staff offices.

He closed the door to his office and let those memories wash over him. Rebbecca's naked flesh wrapped around his. Her warm wet pussy engulfing his cock. He could feel the stirrings in his pants.

 

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I can hear other student in the room yet still I stair into his eyes, they seem to be flasking memories, or deep in thought I am not sure which.

Symon releases my hand and says I will see you tomorrow night then, in my office at 10 PM then, Miss Simpson." Looking into my eyes one last time he turns and goes out the back door of the class.

Still standing there I cant help but feel a loss at his parting, not sure why I feeling it I try to brush it aside.

Picking up my bag I walk out of the class and down the hall once outside I can feel a storm brewing the wind is picking up and the clouds are growing black and heavy. I make a dash for my car, and the rain starts coming down just as I close the door.

*sighs*

I start my car and head home my mind on distant thoughts, of days to come and the cool touch of Symon's hand.

 

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Symon entered his office and opened the window. He caught the thoughts of an unscrupulous landlord who was about to rape one of his tenants, who could not pay her rent.

Symon flew into the man's room and grabbed him by the neck. He torn into the man's neck and drained him dry within seconds. The young woman was tied to the bed, just out of view. Symon dazzled her mind, went in the room, and untied her from the bed. "All a bad dream, my dear, all a bad dream! Now sleep."

Symon flew the young lady to her bed and tucked her in, kissing he gently on the cheek before her left her deep in her sleep. He went back to the manager's apartment and made his death look like a suicide.

He flew home and slept through the day. He dreamed of another time and place. His arms wrapped around Rebbecca's hips, his cock buried deep inside her, she was moaning in the throws of passion. (Such a lovely woman!)

 

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BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!

Rolling over I hit my alarm. It felt strange waking up to 8pm but I was so tired from night classes i just had to nap after dinner.

Getting up I stumble to the shower turning it on, I quickly wash my hair and body then climb back out.

Towle drying I look in my closet, usually I did not care what I wore but i was meeting with Symon after my 8:45pm class.

Standing there I pulled out my favorite skirt it was black with a red rose stitched up the right hip. To match I put on my black tube top and my crimson red tank top. Stopping in the kitchen for a cup of tea I sat down and zipped up my boots. The bottom of my skirt just brushing the top of my boot below the knee.

I grab my travel mug and head out the door.

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8:37pm

I step through the class door taking my seat in the front of the class, pulling out my note book waiting for class to begin.

 

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Symon awakened from is dreams of long ago human times. Dreams of Rebbecca and his bodies intertwined in the soft bed of the forest hideout.

He hurried and dressed, before setting out to feed before class. He did not need to feed any more, but the blood would warm his flesh when he met with Becky.

Symon scanned the air and found a man who had killed his family during the day. The man was sitting in his living room drinking a beer, without any remorse at all about the undiscovered bodies deep in the forest. Symon flew to the man's house and opened the front door with his mind. Symon showed his fangs and hissed. "Death comes for you now, Richard Harlin."

Symon drained him without mercy, closing his mind so he did not have to see the images of death in the man's mind. He arranged his body so that the man appeared to have killed himself and flew to the back entrance of the lecture hall. Wiping the small traces of blood from his mouth with his handkerchief and placing it back in his pocket he entered the classroom.

Still standing in the shadows, Symon looked at the lovely Becky with her legs crossed in the front row. The black skirt covered just enough of her legs to be sexy. Becky small perky nipples were poking through her tops. Desire flashed into his brain.

"Good Evening, lady's and gentlemen! Please take out a pen and a sheet of paper. As promised I have a quiz for you about the Pictish Nation. Write down 10 facts you learned about in you reading of research of these people."

Symon went and sat behind his deck and scanned the room as the faces dropped and began writing. In particular he watched Becky. Waiting fro her to make a sexual move was going to be difficult, but he was willing to wait a little more to be with her again.

 

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I look up as Symon enters the room, my heart skips a beat and a I sigh quietly.

"Good Evening, lady's and gentlemen! Please take out a pen and a sheet of paper. As promised I have a quiz for you about the Pictish Nation. Write down 10 facts you learned about in you reading of research of these people."

I take out my pen wanting to make sure he knows he picked the write person to help him I start to right.

1)In the ninth century the Pict's in stone in a language not far from the design of celtic., but the context was different.
2)Pict's were a rare matrilinear culture since blood lines passed through the womens side of the family meaning not sons but brothers, nephews, or cousins succeeded the Pictish Kings.
3)They are only within history for three genreations and then held as legands as they seemed to have disappeared.
4)The Pictish nation both defied and defeated the Romans.
5) the first Pict's were recorded in history in 297 A.D.
6)Romans defeated the Pict's in battle but never conquered them, as many as 10,000 Pict's may have been killed
7)Within 30 years the pict's had destroyed and burned the Roman's forts.
8)The Pict's never gave up attacking the Roman's lost the wall the had built twice before retreating.
9)In 360 A.D. the Pict's became 2 people the Dicalydones, and he Verturiones.
10)It is thought that the Picts during their time had as many as 69 kings.

I lay my pen down and look at Symon, my hair cascading in curls flowing over her shoulder.

I catch his eyes and smile shyly, crossing and uncrossing my ankles.

 

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Symon watched as Becky confidently wrote on her paper. She had a look of determination on her face. The rest of the class was struggling looking up in the air and some where looking at other people's papers. He was watching a couple of guys in the back try and use hand signals in the back, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Becky put her pen down and smile.

His focus quickly diverted from the boys to Becky's impish eyes. It did not take long for Symon to see what she was up to. When Becky uncrossed her ankles he could see right up her skirt. The look on her face told him that she knew she was flashing her pretty little pussy at him, but she couldn't have realized with his vampiric vision he could see everything. Ah, he loved these modern times when women spent so much time grooming their pubic hair.

Symon flashed Becky a quick smile before announcing, "Everyone put your pens down and hand your papers to the right. Miss Simons will collect them for me and bring them to my desk. Class is dismissed early tonight, but come back to my class more prepared to learn. For those of you who cheated on this quiz, you may want to go to drop and add tomorrow. Find an easier class, because my class only gets harder from this point and I always find the cheaters in my class."

He watched as Becky stood and her skirt fell back into place. All the boys in the class were smiling at her and staring at her body as she collected their papers. ~~Look all you want boys, she will be all mine soon. The rest of the class had all gone, when Becky brought the stack of paper up to his desk. Symon looked up at her from his desk. "Miss Symon, what is it you want of me, besides some extra credit?"

 

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"Everyone put your pens down and hand your papers to the right. Miss Simons will collect them for me and bring them to my desk. Class is dismissed early tonight, but come back to my class more prepared to learn. For those of you who cheated on this quiz, you may want to go to drop and add tomorrow. Find an easier class, because my class only gets harder from this point and I always find the cheaters in my class."

Standing up I smooth out my skirt and begin collecting the papers, i barely notice the boys looking me up and down, to bad I was not interested in any of them they pbably had the IQ of door knobs, what were they doing in this class.

I smile as i notice some of the pages have barely been written on, um Symon was right some of these people should drop this course and fast.

By the time I made it to the front of the class with the stack of papers everyone else was gone, laying the papers on Symons desk I smile up at him catching him looking at me once again.

"Miss Symon, what is it you want of me, besides some extra credit?"

I look at him across his desk, a mischievious smile playing on my glossy lips.

"I'm not sure what you mean Symon, I off course want the extra credit but I would like you know that I am the right person for the job, I want you to understand that I am reliable and worthy of the task you set for me."

I simle at him, I think he is hinting at something more, did he feel the connection too? Was he offering me a way to explore what was going on in my mind, this sense of familarity i felt whenever i was in the same room as him.

"Can I ask you something Symon?"

"When were together do you get this sense.....I don't know, like we have met before, almost as if we know each other?"

 

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"I'm not sure what you mean Symon, I off course want the extra credit but I would like you know that I am the right person for the job, I want you to understand that I am reliable and worthy of the task you set for me."

He looked at Becky's questioning eyes. "I know you are more than qualified to perform my task, Rebbecca! I mean Becky, I just sense that you want more from me than you are saying out loud."

""Can I ask you something Symon?"

"When were together do you get this sense.....I don't know, like we have met before, almost as if we know each other?"

"Rebbecca, did that name stir any memories in your soul? I knew a woman with that name many years ago. You remind me of her, Becky." Symon stood up to lead Becky out of the lecture hall back to his office. He held out his hand for her to take.

 

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"Rebbecca, did that name stir any memories in your soul? I knew a woman with that name many years ago. You remind me of her, Becky." .

I look at him a puzzled look in my eye's no one called me Rebbecca, Becky was my full name but some how form his lips it seemed so right, as if that was my name and everyone else not him had been calling me by the wrong one.

'Rebbecca'

I watch as he stands holding his hand out to me, to lead me from the lecture theature to his office.

I take his hand and follow him out through the back door, my heart speeding up at the slight contact between us, having his hand in mine felt so familair, so right, almost as if I had held it for a life time, as if I had let him guide me through so many doors.

"Symon?" I whisper his name nothing more then a question, I was not sure what I wanted to ask or if just his name was enough to make him understand what i was feeling.

 

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"Symon?" I whisper his name nothing more then a question, I was not sure what I wanted to ask or if just his name was enough to make him understand what i was feeling.

The memories of her life as Rebbecca had not surfaced, but they were brewing underneath the surface. The puzzled look on her face let Symon know that she would need more time and maybe more intimate contact to remember it all. She would have all knowledge if he gave her his blood, but it was too soon for that to happen yet.

"Becky, I do feel a connection to you. Maybe our souls knew each other in a past life or something like that." They arrived at his office, there was a huge desk with a few paper on it, a computer, and a phone. He led her over to a love-seat and chair.
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Symon stood in front of the low chair and motioned for Becky to have a seat on the couch. "I hope I wasn't being too forward back their offering to hold your hand. Tell me about your family. Do you know where they came from? I love history, Becky, but nothing makes it come to life more than knowing someone else's history. I always ask myself: 'What were the Michel's doing at that time?' For example, Bernadette Michel arrived in Salem, Massachusetts in 1641 with her husband Franz. Can you even imagine being alive during that time?"

 

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"Becky, I do feel a connection to you. Maybe our souls knew each other in a past life or something like that."
I smiled at him at this, maybe they did, but how would I know, I just felt like he was a part of me, like I had been with him in another time and place.

I took his offer seat on the caramel colored love seat feeling the cool leather against my skin.

"I hope I wasn't being too forward back their offering to hold your hand. Tell me about your family. Do you know where they came from? I love history, Becky, but nothing makes it come to life more than knowing someone else's history. I always ask myself: 'What were the Michel's doing at that time?' For example, Bernadette Michel arrived in Salem, Massachusetts in 1641 with her husband Franz. Can you even imagine being alive during that time?"

I looked at him feeling like I could tell him anything, but not sure if i should but then I looked into his eyes, those eyes that capivated my soul during my sleeping hours.

"To be honest Symon, I don't know about my family, not my real one. My father left my mother before I was born and she died during my birth, since she had no family of her own, I was adopted to the Simons's, i don't even know my real last name."

I smiled at him softly wishing i knew as much about myself as he knew about himself.

"I couldn't imagen being able to date back my family let alone what it would have been like to live when they did although I have always felt a connection to certain era's and places, thats why I took your course, I always wanted to Scoland and bask in its glory."

 

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Becky looked so sexy sitting on his deep couch. Symon sat down beside her on the love seat. He leaned back in the seat and put his arm up in the back of the seat. "I know a bit about Scottish history, but if you like one night I can have my friend Morgana talk to you. She is really into the whole Pictish history, in fact she has all the tattoos."

Symon looked at Becky and thought back to his nights in the woods with Rebbecca. Becky's tits were exactly like Rebbecca's. Symon remember how hard they got when she was excited. Becky's nipples were starting to show through her shirt. He wanted to kiss her so bad.

 

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I watch as Symon takes the seat next to me and casually lays his arm over the back or the love seat, and it hits me like a ton of brinks, the need to feel his arms around me, as if i know there is something there, a secret to be found in his arms.

"I know a bit about Scottish history, but if you like one night I can have my friend Morgana talk to you. She is really into the whole Pictish history, in fact she has all the tattoos."

"She sounds facinating, I would love to meet her, perhaps some night when you have the time you can introduce me to her, I love to learn and I would appreciate her taking the time to show me her tattoos."

I look at him he seems to be staring off, was he thinking of this Morgana woman, were they lovers? I try not to think of it, for some reason the thought of him in another womans arms tore me apart in side, strange i know but yet there was the feeling.

I look at him my toung darts out to moisten my suddenly dry lips, my eye lids half close and I wonder what it would be like to feel my body pressed against his, to feel his lips caress my neck, my lips, my body, what would it be like to be held my a man like him, a man who made me feel as if I had known him in another life time.

 

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Symon had drifted off thinking about how Morgana had saved him from his own destruction. He appreciated it even more, now that Becky was sitting so close to him. He was wondered if Morgana had known that one day her sould would coma back to him like this.

Symon suddenly became aware that he was staring off, when Becky licked her lips and closed her eyelids halfway. She wanted to be kisses! This was one of Rebbecca's signs that he had learned. Symon reached up and hooked Becky's shoulder, pulling her back in his arms. She looked up at him with only desire in her heart. He softly kissed her lips, while his arms wrapped her up tight.

She was at last back in his arms, his Rebbecca in this modern body. Visions from earlier that night in the lecture hall flooded his mind. The view of her recently shaved pussy popped into his head, causing his cock to spring forth and press against his pants. He wanted her here and now. He would try to suppress his vampiric nature and ignore the smell of her virgin blood. Symon smelled the moisture growing between Becky's legs.

 

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As Symon pulled me into his arms I let out a long sigh, it was like being dragged into a long lost lovers arms, and when his lips closed over mine my body came to life, I had never felt anything like this before and I pressed myself into his chest as his arms wrapped around my lithe body.

I could feel myself growing moist as his toung touched mine, I had a sudden image of us in a place I did not know, in a time I could not discribe almost as if i had been transfered back in time, I was wearing a long dress, a corest and full skirts, the fields rolled and the air smelled of heather. What was happening, I knew I was in his office i could feel the cool leather against my skin and yet in my mind played out this scene so far from the reality our bodies were in.

My toung darted out to meet his and I moaned, not sure what to do next, my hand of its own accord went to the back of his neck, barrying itself into his hair, my fingures roaming through the soft strands.

*Sighs*

I pull away a questioning look in my eyes, i keep contact with his body wanting him to know that I was not rejecting him only questioning what was going on, my mind was in a hundred places, memories that were not mine but were invoked by his marest touch.

"Symon" I all but sighed his name as i fell back into his arms, my mouth seeking his in a soul stealing kiss that left me both breathless and excited.

 

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It was Rebbecca that sighed his name!

"Symon"

His passion for her took over. He scooped her up off the couch and sat her down straddling his legs. He hoped she hadn't noticed how effortless he lifted her in the air. His hands held her waist and she looked down at him with eyes that both questioned the why and eyes full of desire for a lost lover.

Symon pulled her chest close to his mouth and kissed her nipples through the crimson tank-top They were hard like he knew they would be. He wanted to free her from her clothing, but he wanted her to remember it all first. His cock strained against his trousers and pressed into the wet folds of Becky's pussy.

"My love, I waited for so long to have you back in my arms."