Bell Book & Vampyre

She awoke shortly before noon.  Padded to the walk in closet, and reached for a small box on the shelf above the clothes rack.  From the box, she took out a red silk ribbon.  From another box, she withdrew a small black padded bag.  She went back to the bed, and removed from under her pillow, the vial that contained her dark lover's blood and her own.  She dropped the silk wrapped vial into the padded bag.  Tied it closed with one end of the ribbon.  Formed a noose at the other end of the ribbon.  Then she reached up and unscrewed one of the brass knobs at the head of the bed.  She placed the loop on the red ribbon over a small hook that was built into the bed post.  Let the bag drop down into the bed post.  And screwed the bed knob back onto the bed post.

After she had screwed the bed knob back in place, she put on a pair of jeans and a shirt, went outside, and fed Wind Dancer a late breakfast of oats.   Then filled Precious's food bowl with his favorite dry dog food.  He was once more hunting, and she knew he might not return until this evening.

She was ravenous herself this morning, so she went back in the house and fixed herself a western omelette with toast and hash browns.  Then made a mental note to pick up some vitamins from the health food store when she went into town.  The kind with extra iron.  She figured when you are spending a part of your nights making it  with a vampyre, taking a morning vitamin wasn't a bad idea.

She cleaned up the kitchen.   Then decided to go into town and get the shopping over with.  That would give her some time to work on her latest book, before her long toothed lover showed up tonight.

After she had picked up some vitamins from the health food store, she went to the grocery store and bought a couple of big T-Bone steaks, two nice baking potatoes, and salad fixings.

When she returned from town, she did a few house chores, then took Wind Dancer out for a late afternoon ride.  After she had fed Wind Dancer his evening meal of oats, and checked Precious's feed bowl, which was still full, she went inside the house and prepared her own dinner.

She put one of the potatoes in the microwave to bake, and prepared a small salad while the potato cooked.  After the salad was prepared, she took a large cast iron skillet, placed it on the stove, and turned the fire to high underneath it.  As the skillet heated up, she poked holes in one of the steaks with a fork, and rubbed Worcestershire sauce into the holes.  Then she placed the steak in the hot skillet, seared one side quickly, then the other, turned the burner off, and put the steak on her plate.

Her father had taught her how to best cook a good steak.  He believed the steak should only kiss the bottom of the skillet on each side, then be thrown on a plate.  Like him, she enjoyed her steaks very rare.  When asked in a restaurant how rare she wanted her steak, she often replied, "I want it where a good vet could get it back on its feet in 10 minutes.  And if it doesn't bleed when I cut it, I'm sending it back."

She ate her steak without relish.  She saved that for hot dogs.  But she did consume her meal with gusto.  Which goes excellent with rare steak.   After she finished her meal, she popped a couple of the vitamins she had bought earlier into her mouth, cleaned up the kitchen, then took a shower.  After her shower she put on a sleeveless pink blouse, white laced trimmed thong panties, and a pair of white denim shorts.  She never wore bras.  Then she went into the living room and sat down in front of her computer, and turned the it on.  While she waited for her trusty Macintosh to boot up, she took a hand rolled cigarette from a small wooden box, lit it, inhaled deeply, and begin thinking about how she was going to get one of the faeries in her story out of the predicament she had gotten her into.

She had managed to get the faerie rescued by an errant elf, and was busily wrapping that chapter up, when she felt him enter the room.  He rested one hand on her right shoulder and spun the chair slowly around.  She grinned with delight when she looked up and saw him standing there in a black Stetson, with a red cock's feather tucked dashingly into the snake skin hat band.

She stood up, wrapped her arms around him and said, "Oh baby.  You look even better than I imagined you would in that hat!"  Then she tilted the hat back slightly, and pressing herself against him, stood on her tip toes, pulled his head down, and kissed him hard.  Then she gave each of his fangs a gentle lick.

He was enormously glad he had found the hat.  Though that red rooster hadn't been too thrilled earlier this evening, when he had plucked one of it's tail feathers.  Gathering her up in his arms, he headed for the couch.  Like last night, she scooted off his lap, then draped her legs over his.  He put an arm around her, and cupped her shoulder gently.   With his other hand he took the hat off, looked at one of totem poles in the corner, watched it as it slid out from the corner just a little, and flicked his wrist.  The Stetson sailed across the room, and landed on the top of the totem pole.  Then he propped his feet up on the coffee table.  She looked at the silver boot tips on his black leather boots, licked her lips, unbuttoned one of the buttons on his red silk shirt, slid her hand across his stomach, and kissed him harder.  And gave each of his fangs a hard lick, and a gentle suck.

He finally pulled his head back, cupped her chin gently in his cold hand, looked down at her and said, "You are looking even more beautiful than you did in my day dreams today.  That blush of color on your cheeks is very becoming."

She rested her head against his arm, grinned at him said, "Yeah, I picked up some vitamins today, the kind with extra iron.  I figured since you had decided our little affair was going to be more than a one night stand, a few vitamins wouldn't hurt.  Then I ate a nice rare steak for dinner.  Took two of the vitamins after the steak.  Which should ensure I don't swoon and fall at your feet when next you nip me."  Then she leaned over and gently kissed the hollow of his throat.

She heard the moan he made when her lips touched the hollow of his throat, but did not see the grin that spread across his face.  And he was careful to keep the thought he had from reaching her.  He patted the shoulder that he had one hand cupped around, and said, "This "little affair" as you call it, is going to last a hell of lot longer than one night.  And I'm glad to see you taking care of yourself.  Good thinking on the vitamins with extra iron.  And they say blondes are dumb.  You need to keep your strength up my beloved, I'm not sure I could control myself were you to swoon and fall at my feet.  Especially if you fell face down."

She kissed the hollow his throat once more.  Looked up at him and said with a grin, "Yeah, I got to be careful about getting light headed and dizzy around you.  Otherwise, I'm liable to wake up your eternal bride one morning.   And not even remember having said the words I do, the night before.  At least it wouldn't be a Vegas wedding though."

Though in his heart he yearned for nothing more than to make her his for all eternity, he carefully hid his thoughts from her, and said with grin that did not seem forced, "No dear, I promise not to take you Vegas for our wedding.  I was thinking though, that Paris is certainly lovely in the Spring."

She laughed and replied, "Yeah well baby I got a news flash for you.  You have to get with my pet attorney, and sign a prenuptial agreement before we take that night flight to Paris."

He laughed, and looked down at her in surprise.  "You have a pet attorney?  Now that is impressive!   I would think that would be even more dangerous than having me for a lover.  What does one have to do make a pet out of an attorney?"

Then he suddenly shook his head back and forth, placed his hands over his ears, blocked her thoughts from his completely and said, "No! Wait.  I think I would rather not know what you did to make him into one of your pets."

She giggled and said, "Yeah, best you don't know, or even think about that.  Joseph is far too valuable to me to have you trying to snap his neck.  Besides, I really do adore having you around as a pet too, and no offense, but snapping his neck might not be as easy as you would think.  In some ways, he can be far more dangerous than any vampyre."

He laughed and said, "No offense taken.  To be truthful, even vampyres don't like to fuck with attorneys.  They are worse bloodsuckers than some of us ever thought about being.  And not even a rabid werewolf would be stupid enough to want to fuck with one, that enjoys being your pet attorney."

She giggled and said, "Yeah, and some of them make sharks look down right sweet tempered.  The best way I know of to describe my dear friend and pet attorney, is to say that Joseph, is not the type of man one wants to fuck with, unless one absolutely has too.  He is devious beyond description.  And enjoys a cold dish of revenge, even more than a warm one.  When someone threatens to sue me, which sometimes happens in my business, I just hand them his business card or give them his telephone number, and tell them go ahead, make his day.  I keep him entertained in a variety of ways, no don't EVEN think about some of those ways, and he keeps my little apple ass out of legal trouble."

He tried not to think about some of those ways, forced a grin and said, "Well it is good that you have someone who keeps you out of legal trouble so well.  But he and I do need to have a discussion very soon, about the ways you are going to be allowed to keep him entertained in the future.  You are just not strong enough to stand up to keeping two of us bloodsuckers fully entertained."

She giggled again and said, "Well watch it trying to sneak up on him.  He is Nam Vet, as well as a collector of guns, swords, knives, stakes and other miscellaneous implements of destruction.   The bastard knows more ways to cap a human's ass, than most professional assassins.  He is a lover of fantasy and horror as well, so he probably knows every way there is to cap a vampyre's as well.  Don't send your werewolf friends after him, because I know for a fact he keeps silver bullets around his office, and in his house.  And I think at least one of the three guns he always carries on him, may have one or two in the chamber as well.  Oh, and I am so impressed by your concern over my health."

He grinned, one that wasn't quite so forced now that he thinking about a visit he was going to pay to a certain attorney soon, silver bullets or no silver bullets, and said, "I'll announce myself first.  I'm sure the two of us can handle this situation like gentlemen."

She laughed and said, "Well I don't know about that.  I don't think I would exactly call either of you a gentleman, but I expect you should be able to sort it out with him, without either of you winding up seriously hurt."

While they had been talking, she had been busily undoing the buttons on his shirt.  She untucked the shirt from his black silk trousers, and ran one arm around his back.  She was gently trailing the nails of her other hand and down his chest.   Kassie gave new meaning to the words, keep your shirt on.

Knowing that idle hands are the devil's workshop, he had been keeping his busy by sliding one hand up along her bare leg, and under her denim shorts.  His thumb was gently rubbing her clitoris.  He was keeping his other hand from becoming a tool in the devil's workshop, by undoing the top button on her blouse, and gently massaging her nipples.

He had fed shortly before he come to her, but the sweet smell of her blood, and the close proximity he was keeping to it, was causing the hunger to return.  When he buried his head against the side of her neck and inhaled, she knew he wasn't sniffing her perfume, and he heard her begin to chant the ritual that would help to keep her safe from harm.

As she continued to chant the words he picked her up and carried her towards the bedroom.  He reached down, turned the knob, and kicked the door open with his boot.  He could have had the door open by itself before he even reached it, but he knew that doing it this way, turned her on more.

She caught that thought, grinned and said, "Yeah baby.  There is nothing like having a handsome vamp sweep me off my feet, carry me in his big strong arms to the bedroom, and kick the red door open, to really rev my engine.  Especially if he is wearing silver tipped black boots, when he kicks that red door."

As he strode into the bedroom with her in his big strong arms, he said, "Woman, you have a definite boot fetish."

She giggled and said, "Yeah I know.  But its only one, in a long line of other fetishes.  Oh, and I loved that hat trick you did earlier darlin.  It plumb set this little yellow rose's heart to fluttering."

He made a mental note to learn more hat tricks, carried her to the foot of the bed, and sat her down facing him in the center of it.  Grabbed the ornately carved pornographic bed post, looked at the crossed brooms, grinned, and slowly began to pull his left boot off.  She was watching him with a look of pure lasciviousness on her lovely face.  He let that boot fall to the floor.   She licked her lips.  He let go of that bed post, grabbed the other one with his other hand, and  began to slowly pull the other boot off.  She licked her lips again and sighed happily.  As soon as that boot hit the floor, she started to undo his pants. She must have been cowboy's dream date.   His pants slid down over his hips, then fell to his ankles.  He stepped out of them and kicked then aside with one sock clad foot.  Warm wet lips enveloped him.   Soft warm fingers tickled his balls.  He grabbed both ornately carved bed posts, closed his eyes, raised his face towards the heavens, and happily spread eagled himself.  A willing sacrifice to another of her fetishes.

As she was sucking him harder and harder, in a part of his mind that was closed to her, he was thinking he pitied the first few victims she would feed on after he had turned her.  With the suction power she already possessed as a human, and the increase to that suction power that would come with her becoming, as she had so snidely put it, his eternal bride, she would have her first victims sucked dry faster than you can say, "Bite me.  He also made a note in that part of his mind, to check and see if there really was a pile of chrome less trailer hitches out by her barn before he left tonight.

Then a truly evil grin that exposed both his fangs ran across his face, as he pondered in that dark part of his mind, throwing her a few of her ex lovers, and maybe a pet attorney, for her first few feedings.

Then she de-railed the train of thoughts running through that dark part of his mind entirely, when she reached up with the hand that wasn't busily squeezing his balls, and slowly ran her finger down his left fang.  His eyes shot open, and he looked down at her.  She was looking up at him with her eyes narrowed.  She had obviously seen the grin spread across his face, and had not mistaken it, for one of happy bliss.

She stopped sucking him, withdrew her mouth, grinned at him and said, "I don't know what you were thinking just then, but I have feeling that whatever it was, it sure as hell isn't going to win you the Nobel Peace Prize honey.  Joseph gets a grin just like that, right before he fucks somebody over royally.  So does the devil, and a few other men I know.  I hope you weren't thinking about fucking sweet little me over.  Even a vamp, can get into to trouble with that kind of thinking."

Then warm wet lips enveloped him again.  And she began to squeeze his balls hard and drag a long fingernail none to gently down the base of them.  He moaned, let go of the bed post, patted her on the head, grabbed the bed post again and said earnestly, "I would never, even in my darkest dreams, think of fucking you over."  Paused for a moment, and added, "Maybe fucking you bent over.   Possibly even fucking you bent over various interesting objects, but never just fucking you over."  Drake let go of one bed post, patted her gently on the head again, grabbed the bed post again, and said piously, "Perish that terrible thought from your precocious little mind my pretty one.  And what would dear a sweet angel like you, know about what kind of grin the devil would get on his face, at that kind of thought?"

She grinned around his dick, and sent him a mind flash that said, "The same way I know why Joseph and those other men get that kind of grin, at that sort of thought.  I've been around to see, sometimes even aid and abet in, the aftermath of those grins."   And raked her nails down his chest with the same fair hand, that had so gently stroked his fang a moment ago.

He winced and said, "You aided and abetted the devil in one or more of his schemes?  Oh my precious, but more than slightly precocious little angel, how could you?"

She sucked him harder, gave his balls a hard squeeze and dug her nails into the base of those sweetly aching balls, and raked her nails down his chest.  Then sent a mind flash that said, "Can the precious precocious angel shit, it ain't flying with me.  And no, I said I aided and abetted in some of those schemes.  The devil though, is best left to own devices at moments such as that.  And I used to work for Joseph as a paralegal, aiding and abetting him in the aftermath of those kind of grins, was sometimes part of my job description."

The whole time she was answering his thoughts with her own, she was steadily sucking his dick, squeezing and digging her nails into his balls, and raking the nails of her other hand down his chest.  She must have been a wonder at chewing bubble and walking at the same time.

"Fucking funny!  Ha ha!"  Flashed across her mind, then his, and she gave his balls a really hard squeeze.  And nearly drew blood with the nails she raked down his chest.

He winced again, looked down at her adoringly, and said, "Oh Kassie my dearest, loving you is such sweet agony."  Let go of the bed posts, grasp her head, pushed it off his dick, enjoying the scraping sensation her teeth were making as he did, then pulled her up into arms.  He held her tightly for a moment.  Then sat her back down on the bed, and dropped to his knees in front of her.  He took his shirt off, placed one hand on her chest, and pushed her upper body down onto the bed.  Then grasped her under her buttocks, lowered his head, and pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed.  Then his plunged his  tongue into her warm wet pussy.

She sucked her breath in hard, but did not pull back from the first touch of his cold tongue.  Then she moaned and pushed herself into his face harder.  He was careful not to let his fangs pierce her skin.  He was not ready to taste her blood yet.  He gently ran his tongue in and out of her and let her juices flow into his mouth.  She raised those lovely long legs of hers, and a planted a foot on each of the bed posts.  She gave a whole new meaning to the words, legs wide open, in that position.

He continued to run his tongue gently in and out of her warm wet pussy.  Savoring the sensation of her juices filling his mouth, then his mind.  He let his own mind envelope hers as he continued slowly working his tongue in and out of her.  Rode the wave of pleasure with her, as he removed one hand from under her buttock, and began to gently rub her clitoris with his thumb, and brought her to a slow sweet moaning climax.  And he heard his true name whispered once in that sweet moaning sound she made.

When her body stopped shuddering he withdrew his tongue, kissed her lightly on the inside of her thigh, then stood up.  Looking down at her he grinned and said, "Remember that name darling, you are going to be screaming it thrice before we are finished."

Then he gathered up in his big strong arms.  Walked around to the side of the bed, whispering in her highly sensitive little shell like ear, some of the things that he was going to do to her.  When they reached the side of the bed, her sensitive little shell like ears were burning, and his cross was getting really hard to bear.

He tossed her gently onto the bed, then climbed in the bed himself.  He placed his knees on either side of her body, reached down, and took both of her dainty hands in his.  He kissed tenderly the palm of each hand.  Then before she knew what was happening, reached over, snatched the love cuffs from the bed post they were hanging on, slipped her dainty hands into them, and drew them snug.  He quickly tied the cords dangling from them loosely around the bed rail.  Then sat back with a grin.

She gave him a wide eyed startled look.  Rather like the one you see on a doe's face when she is caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.  Then she giggled and said, "Hey!  Wait a minute!  We haven't even discussed what the safe word is going to be!  And I have a form my pet attorney whipped up for me, just for special occasions like this, that you have to fill out and sign before we go any further."

He grinned down at her evilly and said, "Kassie my darling, there is no safe word for you tonight.  And screw Rover's form.  I' m not signing my name on any dotted line.  Besides, I'm really only trying to keep your delicate little mitts off my balls.  But if the pleasure gets too intense for you, you can always try screaming my name thrice, and see if that works."

Then he rubbed his hands together with glee and said, "This is going to be so much fun.  I would say I'm going to do things to your body and mind you've never had done before, but frankly my dear, in your case, I'm not sure that is even inhumanly possible.  But, I am going to fuck you until your body and mind are numb with pleasure."

She giggled again and replied, "Hey!  I resemble that one remark!  And numbing my body this way may work.   But honey, don't you think numbing my mind with pleasure, or anything else for that matter, is a bit redundant?"

He roared with laughter and said, "You have an excellent point there my dear.  But I'll just have to work hard at it anyway."  Then he went to work.  Hard.

As he started, she looked down at his cock that was standing at full attention, and with a breathless giggle said, "Well baby, parts of you certainly seem up to the task you have set for yourself."

He reached down, grabbed an ankle in each hand, and as he gently slid his cock into her warm wet pussy grinned and said, "Trust me. I'm more than up to it." Then as he held her ankles and kept her pinned to the bed, began slowly and rhythmatically driving his cock in and out of her.

That's when the pink faerie appeared over the bed rail.  The tiny creature was dressed in a gold Versache vest, red velvet hot pants, and a pair of blue suede knee high lace up boots.

He had caught a glimpse of a blue muse late one night, centuries ago, but this was the first time he had ever seen a pink faerie. Especially one dressed like this. The sight of it made him pause momentarily in surprise.

The creature fluttered it's rather badly tattered golden gossamer wings, and landed on the bed rail.  It crossed it's tiny pink legs, starting swinging one booted foot up and down, and said, "Well Kassie, this is another fine mess you've gotten yourself into!  Shall I untie your hands so you can make him fill out and sign the form before you pair continue any further?   You know Joseph hates it when you don't get that form signed first."

Kassie glanced up nonchalantly and said, "No, that's okay.  Knowing this guy, if we did get him to sign on the dotted line, he would probably do so in disappearing ink."

The faerie nodded it's little pink head wisely and said, "You have a point there."

Then the creature tapped the tip of one of Kassie's nails and said, "Well holler if you need me."  Fluttered back up off the top of the rail on it's tattered wings, and with a tiny popping sound, disappeared.

He resumed his slow steady stroking, looked down at her, shook his head and said, "That one had me worried for a moment.  Thought you pair wanted a threesome, and I'm just not into faeries.  Even pink ones."

He began stroking just a little harder, liking the sound she made when he did, and said, "By the way darling, what happened to that poor creature's wings?"

Kassie giggled, met his thrust, and said breathlessly, "Well, those aren't actually her wings."   Moaned when he lifted her slightly by the ankles and thrust himself in harder, and said even more breathlessly, "We stole them off a flying pig to replace the ones that stupid elf accidentally set on fire.  Its a long story.  Let's discuss it later."

He grunted as he thrust himself into her harder, said, "Yes, let's save that story for later.  Right now I have more of an endless night tale on my mind."  Then wrapped her ankles around his neck, and hoped no more faeries, or anything else would turn up on her bed rail.

He increased the momentum of his steady stroking, and Kassie began mixing little breathless ooooh and ahh sounds into with her moaning.  He cupped her chin in one of his hands, turned her head to the side, and very slowly lowered his mouth to her ear.  She struggled to turn her head and avoid the mouth descending on her super sensitive little shell like ear.   But he held her head firmly in place, then very gently brushed her ear with his lips.  And she began to whimper.

He softly laid his lips on her ear and grinned.  She felt that grin, whimpered again and began to buck wildly against him as he gently flicked his tongue in and out of her ear.  He continued softly flicking his tongue in and out of her ear for a few very pleasant seconds, then grinned against her ear and said, "I wonder if she really will follow me anywhere, if I blow in her ear?"

Kassie whimpered again as he flicked his tongue in her ear after he said that, then said she smugly, "You can't blow in my ear!  You are a vampyre!  No breathe to blow with!"

He grinned again, placed his mouth directly over and slightly above her ear, then said "Bet me?"  And very deliberately blew in her ear.

Kassie gasped, bucked against him wildly again and cried out, "That's not fair!  If you don't breathe, you shouldn't be able to blow!"

He chuckled evilly and said, "All's fair in love and war my pretty one."  Then he raised his head ever so slightly, and ran his tongue along the edge of her ear.  Flicked it once inside her ear very gently.  And softly blew in her ear once more.

Kassie whimpered and bucked wildly again.  He kept her head firmly in place though, and repeated the process.  She unhooked her heels from around his neck, and starting pounding them on his back.  He blew in her ear again, flicked his tongue inside it, and made little circles inside her ear with the tip of his tongue. Which made her gasp right before she whimpered and bucked against him. He had a sudden thought, and before she could even catch that thought, the tongue in her ear became forked.  The moaning and whimpering almost became a scream.  Her little heels were pounding his broad back furiously.  And he could feel her start to climax.  He began thrusting his dick in and out of her pussy harder and harder.  He probed her ear harder with his now forked tongue, and the whimper became a scream.  A scream that contained his true name.

He tongued her ear harder, thrust his cock into her as hard as he could, and heard his true name screamed once more.  Then she closed her mouth so hard, he could hear the snap of her teeth against each other.  Could hear her gritting those teeth together now in determination.  Strange keening moaning sounds came from her throat.  But her mouth remained firmly closed, no matter how hard he tongued her ear and pounded her pussy.  As the last spasms of her orgasm went through her, he grinned against her ear again, then raised his head slightly, ran his tongue around the outside of ear, blew in it softly again, and said, "Two down, one to go."

He raised himself up, and looked down at her.  She made a very charming picture lying there glaring up at him.  Panting, with her hands tied to the bed rail like that.  Then her face suddenly brightened and she said with a grin, "Hey honey, wouldn't you like to see me in ball and gag mask?  I think I happen to have one lying around somewhere.  Uncuff my hands, and I'll look for it."

He chuckled and said, "My dear, I have no doubt you would look most fetching in a ball and gag mask.  But I am not about to gag you right now.  Nor am I going to uncuff those lovely wrists of yours."

Then he leaned over, kissed the tip of her nose, and said, "I do have a plan though my pretty."

He began to implement his plan by withdrawing from her, and getting off of her.  Then kneeling beside her he said, "Okay woman, on your knees."

She looked up at him and said, "I can't do that tied to bed rail like this!  You'll have to at least untie the cuffs from that rail honey."

He grinned down at her and said, "No dice darling.  I noticed when I cuffed those dainty little mitts of yours, and tied you to that bed rail, that whoever made those hand braided cuffs, knew what they were doing.  Something I know you are also perfectly well aware of.  Now be good little pretty, and roll over."

She sighed, then grinned and "Well it was worth a shot.  And I'll tell Rover you admire his craftsmanship."

He glared down at her and said, "Your pet attorney made those cuffs for you?"

She grinned at him and said, "Yes.  Isn't he a sweety?  He didn't even charge me for them!"  Then she the grasped the slack in the ends of the cuffs tied to the rail,  rolled over on her stomach, then got to her knees.

He looked at her ass.  Looked at the whip hung on the other bed knob.   Thought about who made those cuffs he had her tied to the bed rail with.  Looked at the whip again, then her ass, and said, "And did Rover make that fucking braided riding crop as well my pretty?"

She turned her head towards him, looked up at him, shook her head and said, "Tsk tsk, my love, what a wicked, evil, mean and nasty thought.  Especially after you complimented him on his workmanship with the love cuffs.  Hope you were planning use analease when you did that."

Then she grinned and said, "No, he didn't make the whip.  I bought it at the tack store.  Along with some spurs.  The spurs are in the barn though.  I never wear them in the the bedroom, because they tear up the bedspread too bad.  Untie me though, and we can go to the barn!"

"Not a chance darling.  We can do the barn thing another night.  I've already told you, uncuffing your dainty little mitts, or even untying you from that bed rail, is not part of tonight's plan."

He eyed the whip longingly for a moment, then said, "And as much as you need it, spanking you is not part of tonight's plan.  Unfortunately, you are not masochistic enough for that to work.  I told you earlier, the main reason I cuffed your dainty little mitts and tied them to that rail, was to keep them off my balls."

She looked over her shoulder at him, grinned and said, "Well gee whiz honey, if you feel that strongly about it, all you had do was tell me you didn't like me having you by the balls.  In fact, since I know how you feel about that now, you can uncuff me and I promise I won't lay so much as a finger, on your precious gonads."

He grinned back down at her and said, "I didn't say I didn't like you having me by the balls.  In fact, you know damn well I like it, a lot, an awful lot, but tonight is about you.  You have already brought me more pleasure in the past two nights, than I have experienced in all the centuries I have been walking this earth.  I intend to return to you tonight, a small part of that pleasure."

Kassie laughed at at him at said, "You speak with forked tongue."

He had forgotten about that!  And quickly unforked his tongue.  Then said, "Well yes, for a moment there, my tongue was forked.  But that doesn't mean I wasn't telling you the truth!  I just want to show you tonight how much I adore you."

"And little pigs without wings fly, if you kick them in ass hard enough.  You are trying to get me to scream your name one more time tonight.  Apparently, I'm the best piece of ass you've had in a LONG time.  And you've got your cold cruel heart set on making me one of your eternal brides.  I know I've got killer pussy, but you need to get a grip."

A look of mock hurt and astonishment crossed his face.   He raised one hand to his heart, and said, "Kassie, my beloved darling, you wound my cold heart.  I would never dream of doing such a thing to you.  I'm just trying to show my love for you."

Then he grinned wickedly and said, "But you are most certainly, and without a doubt, the best piece of ass I have had in a VERY LONG time."

She shook her head in mock sadness and said, "Don't tell me.  Your other eternal brides just don't understand you.  They don't do the things with you I do.  Make you feel the way I do.  And by the way, just how many of those eternal brides have you accumulated over the centuries?"

If a vampyre could have blushed, he would have been blood red in the face.  A look of sadness and guilt crossed his face for a moment, then he said, "Actually, they don't.  And I have a lot less, eternal brides, as you so snidely call them, than you have ex lovers."

He couldn't stay sad for long though.  Looking at her on her knees.  Her round pale cheeks shinning in the red lamplight.  Flaxen hair falling over her shoulders and back.  Dainty mitts cuffed handily to the bed rail.  Besides, the time he could safely spend with her, was growing short.  He must allow himself enough time after he left her, to feed the blood lust this time spent with her would arouse in him.  So he began to implement the rest of his plan.  He moved around her, then knelt behind those pleasantly shining rounded cheeks, lowered his head and ran his now unforked tongue under her pussy and up to her clitoris.

Kassie crossed her hands, turned them, and clutched the bed rail.  And in that dark part of her mind she kept hidden from him thought, "Well, at least the son of a bitch ain't seriously tongue fucking my ear and blowing in it?  And how did he do that?"  Then her train of thought got badly derailed, when he began seriously tongue fucking her clitoris with that incredibly luscious long tongue of his.

He knew he had her undivided attention now, and continued to run his tongue up and down her lovely little love button.  Hoping in the dark part of his mind he kept hidden from her, that if he pushed it hard enough, she would cry out his name one more time.  Her body was already awash with pleasure.  Her mind was slowly eroding.   He intended to further erode it with an intense series of multiple orgasms.  And hope it would crumble completely  His plan seemed to be working.

Well it appeared to be anyway.  Even he could never be completely sure what the hell was really going on in that marvelous monstrous maze of a mind of hers.  Though he longed with all his cold cruel heart and coal black soul for the connection to that mind turning her would bring, there was a part of him that wondered just how safe it would be for even a vampyre, to dig too deeply into that mind.  Some of the parts he had already seen of it, had left him a bit dazed and confused at times.

What he wasn't confused about right now though, was the effect his tongue play on her love button, was having on her.  She was clenching the rails with her handily cuffed dainty little mitts, and making wonderful mmmmmm sounds on and off, that tickled the fancy of his ears, all the way down to his balls.  His tongue played harder on her love button, and the mmmmmmm sound changed to a little ooooooooh oooooooh sound, that pleased his ear even more.  His tongue played even harder, and that ooooooh oooooooh sound started coming between gasps.  His tongue played harder, and she started coming while she was gasping, and making those delightful ooooooh oooooooh sounds.

While she was still in the throes of that orgasm he removed his tongue from her love button, and plunged it into her, now quivering like a bowl of jelly, Pandora's box.   That changed the pitch of the oooooooh  oooooooh sounds to oh oh sounds.  And caused her to start seriously fucking his tongue with that quivering little Pandora's box.   He thrust his tongue in deeper, and she started humping it with enthusiasm, while still making those oh oh sounds.

He had to something about changing the tone of those again.  So he reached around her waist, and began fine tuning her love button with his fingers.  That seemed to do the trick wonderfully.  She humped his tongue even more enthusiastically, and the oh oh sounds changed to ah oh sounds.  He fined tuned her some more, and the ah oh sounds became lovely low moans.  He fine tuned her love button a little harder and faster with his fingers, she humped his tongue even more enthusiastically, the moans changed to an even lovelier low pitched tone, and her little Pandora's box began to quiver like a bowl of jelly again.

She was still in the throes of that orgasm, when he raised up, and replaced his tongue with his dick.  She still wasn't so addle witted though she didn't notice the difference.  She could still tell a tongue from a dick.   And no doubt a bed knob from a broom stick.  He fined tuned her some more, and she began to hump his dick even more enthusiastically than she had his tongue.

He leaned over her, brushed her flaxen hair off her pale shoulder with the hand he wasn't still further fine tuning her with, and began nibbling on that shoulder.  Then wrapped that hand around her, and gently cupped her breast.  While he was still fine tuning her love button with one hand, he began to gently rub the nipple of the breast he had cupped in the other hand.  He nibbled her shoulder a little harder, licking it in between nibbles, fined tuned her at a faster harder pace, and thrust himself into her harder.  She was clenching the rails, and her teeth now, and her little Pandora's box was once more pleasantly quivering like a bowl of jelly.

In that dark part of his mind he kept hidden from her, he thought that by now she should be the one getting more than a bit dazed and confused.  The walls of her mind should be nicely eroded by now.  A few more waves of endless pleasure, and they would crumble beautifully.  Though he made a note to watch for thick falling bricks when they did.

He stopped nibbling her shoulder, and began to move his mouth up towards her neck. He kept fine tuning her love button at a fast and hard pace, but more gently thrusting himself in and out of her, while his lips traveled up the side of her neck, and towards her cheek, then her ear.  She was whimpering pitifully by the time his lips brushed ear lobe.  She turned her head from him though.  So he had to let go of her breast, and grab a handful of hair to keep her head steady.  But he kept a firm hold on her love button.  He figured that was his ticket to eternal bliss and he wasn't letting go of it, until he heard that third scream.  Which according to his plan, should be very soon.

He forked his tongue again, turned her head back around, and began to enthusiastically fuck her shell like little ear with that now forked again tongue.  That set her little Pandora's box to quivering again,  She was now clenching her teeth so hard, he feared they might crumble before the walls of her mind did.  Oh well, she could grow a new set, complete with fangs, after she called his name again.  He raised his head for a moment, moved his hand through her hair a little, turned her head around the other way, and began to slowly trail his forked again tongue up her neck, and towards that other shell like little ear.  She began making wonderfully weird noises deep in her throat, so he blew in her ear just for the hell of it.  She opened her mouth and started making incoherent sounds that he was sure he could change into his name, so he fined tuned her love button faster and harder with his fingers, tongue fucked her ear furiously, and thrust his dick deeply into her.

It was on the backstroke of that thrust, the one he thought would become his victory dance, that his plan fell to pieces.  The little minx braced her head against the padded headboard, slipped one love cuff, threw that hand down, and helped further brace herself.  Then before he could finish the upstroke, untangle his hand from her hair and grab it, her other dainty mitt slipped its loving bonds. She reached down between her legs with that hand, past his hand, and to his balls.  She took a firm grip on his gonads, began squeezing them gently.  Then she turned her head as far around as she could, bared her neck to his fangs, squeezed his balls hard, and dug her nails into the base of them, and said "Bite me!"  And thrust her quivering little Pandora's box as far up his dick as she could.  Before he could stop himself, he did just that.  He began to climax he second he felt her blood rushing through his fangs.

He took three deep draughts of her blood.  Less than a pint.  A little orange juice, a few vitamins, another rare steak, and by tomorrow night, she would be fine as wine again.  Pulled his fangs out of the side of her neck, drove himself into her, threw his head back, and howled.  Precious promptly answered him.  And he could have sworn he heard a chuckle in that howl. Then he heard a giggle.

"Nice try darlin!  That was a five star fuck if I ever had one.  We will have to do this more often.  It does wonders for the circulation."

That did it.  He threw himself off of her, rolled on his back, grabbed her, pulled her on top of him, then rolled them both over.  He propped himself on one elbow, grabbed her head with his other hand, leaned his head close to ear and said, "You never needed that fucking little pink faerie's help to begin with!"

She giggled again and replied, "Hush!  Don't tell her that!  She thinks she rescued me from a fate worse than death once when some knife wielding psycho stalker managed to get me handcuffed me to a tree limb out back.   I slip handcuffs as easily as love cuffs.  But Fanny Mae doesn't even know I can slip love cuffs, and she and that stupid elf that accidentally set her wings on fire shortly before that, came charging in and rescued me.  With a little help from Precious."

The thought of her being handcuffed to anything, by anyone else but him, did not make him a happy vampyre.  The thought her being handcuffed to a tree limb in her own backyard by some knife wielding psycho stalker, would have chilled his heart, if it hadn't already been stone cold.  He leaned his head down and kissed her deeply.  Then raised himself back up and said, "Which prison is that psycho stalker now in, and what's his number.  I think I'll pay him a visit, before I pay your pet attorney one."

She blushed and got a rather guilty look on her lovely face and said, "Well, he isn't actually in prison."

He thought of Precious helping rescue her with those big fangs and teeth of his, and said with a grin, "Remind me bring to bring Precious a bone tomorrow night."

She shook her back and forth quickly and said, "No. No. Precious didn't kill him.  Only hamstrung him a little to keep him under control."

He looked confused for a moment and said, "Well where is that psycho stalker now if he isn't dead or in prison."

She grinned guiltily and said, "Gone, gone."

"Gone, gone?  Where?" He inquired.

"Er, well I'm not exactly sure where he is at this moment.  See, Fanny Mae phoned one of her E.T. buddies.   And they came and picked him up in their space ship.  It is my understanding they are now conducting extensive research on him.   You know, probing him in places a psycho stalker would rather not be probed in by a bunch of little wide eyed dudes.  Let's just say that bad old knife wielding psycho stalker, is now receiving a heavy dose of cosmic justice, and leave it at that."

He would have preferred extracting his own brand of justice on the knife wielding psycho stalker who had handcuffed his beloved to a tree.   But having met and chatted with a couple of aliens himself over the centuries, he knew that psycho stalker wasn't receiving even a spoonful of sugar to help the dose of cosmic justice he was now receiving, go down.  He contented himself with the thought of some of the probes those little wide eyed creatures would be performing on him in the interest of cosmic justice.  And those little guys never used analease.

He grinned down at her, kissed the tip of her nose, and said, "Well remind me to thank Fanny Mae when I see her again.  I may even see about getting her another pair of wings.  Ones that aren't quite so tattered."

She grinned back up at him and replied, "Oh she would love that!  We had a hell of time removing the ones she has now from that pig that doesn't fly anymore.  That's how come they are so tattered."

He laughed and said, "Yes pigs like that are very reluctant to part with their wings."  Then he felt the first hard twinge of the hunger go through him.  He leaned down again, kissed her deeply, then said,  "I am more reluctant to part from you, than that pig was to part with his little golden wings, but the hunger grows, and I must leave.  Unless of course, you would like to consent to being my eternal bride right now."

She grinned and said, "No, not right now.  I like long engagements."  Then she shook her head and continued, "Though why you keep insisting on me consenting to your proposal puzzles me.  I know damn well you don't need me to consent to your proposal in order to make me one of your eternal brides.  Nor do you need to hear me scream your name thrice in the same night while in the throes of passion, to make me one of your kind."

He looked down at her lovingly and said, "Because I vowed long ago that I would never again turn a mortal unless I had their full consent.  More than I have ever wanted anything else, I want to have you with me for all eternity.  But I will not turn you unless you willingly consent to it.  Or until you scream my name thrice in one night.  Which ever comes first."  Then he leaned over, kissed her again quickly, rolled off of her, and stood up.

She watched as he walked to the end of the bed and began putting his clothes back on.  And thought in the dark part of her mind she kept hidden from him, that vampyres put their pants on one leg at a time, just like mortal men.

It took him a little less time to dress tonight since he had never got around to taking his socks off.  Which left him a couple more precious seconds he could spend with Kassie.  He took advantage of that time by striding back around the bed, gathering her in his arms, and holding her to him.  Then he strode into the living room.  Sat her down on her feet in front of her desk, clasped her to him tightly once more, kissed her deeply again, then pushed her away.  Then he turned, strode out of the living room, and disappeared.

After he left, she shut down the computer and returned to the bedroom.  Kassie unscrewed the ornately carved bed knob, carefully removed the vial, then screwed the bed knob back on.  Once more she slept with it under her pillow.