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The Pussy Whisper
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Sex and Blood
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...
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...
