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Margaret the Vampire: Franco, My Love - By Joney Cunningham
It has been a century since I became a vampire and a woman. Franco and
I have traveled the whole of the world tasting its diversity as if we
were choosing fine wines before a feast. It was nearing the turn of a
new century and times were much different from the time of my rebirth
and my father's princedom.
Night befell the manor we purchased in London, so it was time to wake
from our vampire slumber. I slowly opened my eyes to see Franco
standing there totally nude, admiring his maleness in the stone mirror.
Caressing his smooth skin in the partial moonlight, like the god that
he was.
"Do you love me with all you heart, my love," he whispered?
I smiled and stood up in my nakedness and said, "I love you with all my
heart and sole, my lord," as I wrapped my arms around his hard body. We
embraced as he turned to hold me in his powerful arms. He kissed me
lightly on the lips, so I opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue
inside. I felt his fine hair as we kissed for what seemed to last an
eternity.
We broke our kiss and embraced and decided it was time to search the
town for something to taste. We also decided to look separately, since
we didn't have much of a chance to get the best picks when our prey
thought we were a couple. Franco donned the attire of a wealthy
business man and would hit the best gentleman's clubs London had to
offer, which meant, royalty from all over Europe would be wheeling and
dealing, as well as entertaining themselves, usually with each other. I
would dress as a lady of the court, which I wasn't, but I remember well
enough from when my father held court, only then, I was a man.
We left the manor and quickly blended in with the evening revelers
prevalent in London in the early evening. I headed towards the court of
ladies in waiting, which was a great place to taste several of the
young ladies showing off for the who's who of the times. Franco left
for the gentlemen's retreat, where I am sure he would find quiet a few
royal delicacies to hold him over. It was a cool night with a slight
breeze, which is typical of London. My favorite spot was centered in
the venerable Tower of London, just off the river. I could smell fish
being sold outside the walls of the Tower, which was really a fortress.
I could also see and smell the fires cooking nightly meals and warming
the occupants of the Tower, because it held the guard's families and
various members of the King's council, as well as other men of power
who lived off the backs of the commoner. Another type of Vampire, I
suppose.
The two guards bowed their heads as I entered the gate, feeling their
eyes pierce my back as I walked by. The awful odors of humans were
abounding. The stench of a weeks work was on their toughened hides from
repairing walls and tilling the soil of the Tower. I walked through the
passage way to the grand waiting area, just off the King's court, which
was seldom used, unless he wanted to make an example of someone by
beheading them. The large wooden door was open and several young ladies
were standing just in side. I began to salivate as I thought about
tasting every one of them, but I knew only a few would do. The guard
announced my name as I entered, "May I present, Duchess Margaret of
Wiltshire!"
Several of the younger ladies of less rank bowed and said, "Good
evening my lady," almost in unison. The others were of higher standing
or so they thought, because they were lower on the food chain to me.
I beautiful young lady caught my eye immediately. She had blue eyes and
the blackest hair I had ever seen on a human woman or any woman for
that matter. I smiled at her and approached her like I was floating
over the floor, instead of walking on it. I had become very graceful in
this form, but being a vampire helps. I felt both lust and hunger for
this woman, whose shape was molded by a corset, making her have a
dainty waist and the cleavage of a much older woman, even though I knew
she could not have been more than 15, if a day older. She bowed and
smiled back at me. She was the daughter of the Queen's cousin. I kissed
her lightly on both cheeks. She blushed at the touch of my lips on her
smooth skin. I knew then I had her in my spell.
Music started to play, so I took her hands and led her to the center of
the room, the whole time staring at her beautiful face. We didn't say a
word. We kissed several times, each time more passionate than the next.
We danced and twirled around the room as if no one else was there. I
was getting hungrier and hungrier, so I led her over to a quiet corner
of the large room. I looked for a place I could take from her what I
needed. "There," I thought, was some huge curtains cover a part of the
room that was used by guards, but was empty now. I quickly pulled her
under the curtains and into the small dark area behind them. I quickly
calmed her and kissed her deeply on the lips, my tongue probing her wet
mouth. I could smell her blood racing as her heart quickened in her
bosom. I broke the kiss and lowered myself to my knees facing my quary.
I lifted her gown with the layers of petticoats cover her bare sex. I
could smell it's wetness and I could see it was filled with blood in
the folds of her labia. I licked her in that special spot all of us
woman know about. She sighed deeply as I licked and bit lightly on the
folds of her pussy. I could wait no longer; I exposed my small fangs
and bit into one of her swelled labia. She held my shoulders tight with
ecstasy. I felt the warm taste of blood, vaginal fluids, and urine fill
my mouth. I suckled for what seem to long, but I knew I had to pull
away, less I kill her. Just as I did, she passed out from exhaustion in
my arms. I laid her behind the curtains, so she could sleep her
drunkenness off. No one would think anything else.
I was whipping my mouth as I reentered into the room to seek more prey.
I decided I needed to rest some as well, so I just walked to the side
of the great hall and positioned myself to see the entire brood of
young woman talk and dance with each other. It was then I heard the
screams from outside the Tower.
"We have caught a devil! We have caught us a devil," he was screaming
as he ran into the main courtyard of the Tower! He almost fainted as
the guards who were alerted as he ran by the main gate met him.
"What is it, man," they yelled as they held him up by the arms! Lord
Palmer caught a devil in the form of a man!"
I thought, "Who could he be talking about?" Just before the man passed
out, he described whom or what the men at the gentleman's club had
caught. "Franco!" I fell to my knee and screamed. "No, not my Franco!"
So loud, it caused the room to vibrate and the occupants to hold their
eyes in fear.
I stared in disbelief as several guards dragged Franco into the court.
Even with his vampire strength, he could not break loose from the six
guards who were holding him. The Magistrate of the Tower appeared. He
asked, "Why do you hold this man?" The man who screamed earlier yelled,
"This is no man, it is a demon, a devil from the darkest regions of
hell.
The magistrate asked him, "How do you know the man is a demon?"
The man lowered his head, "Because my lord, he bit me while forcing me
to allow him to suckle on my manhood."
The magistrate motion to other guards who had since entered the great
hall, "Take him, he has participated in wickedness with a man!" Several
guards did not hold the accuser as well. The magistrate walked up to
Franco, "Why do you practice such debauchery?" Franco just stared at
him, because he had been severely beaten. "Well devil, since you will
not speak for yourself, I have no choice but to pronounce sentence for
you both. I sentence you to death, for being of the devil and
corrupting men."
The accuser stood in fear, because BR>the magistrate walked over to him
and said, "How do you plan to repent for you sin?"
The man cried, "I didn't do anything, he forced >me."
The magistrate responded, "You could not be forced, unless it was on
your mind in the first place!"
The man just cried, "No, I'm innocent!"
"I, the magistrate of the King's court, sentence you hang here in the
hall by the neck. If you are free of guilt, God will have mercy upon
you; otherwise, you will receive your just reward." The magistrate
waved to the guards and the brought in a rope as the man began to
scream for mercy. The loop the rope over the rafters and put it around
his neck. Two guards pull the screaming and now choking man halfway up
from the ceiling and the floor. He wiggled and tried to speak, but
could not get air, so e soon went limp and just hang there.
The magistrate walked up to Franco and said, you shall burn in a forth
night. I want all those demons that remain hidden from us to see you
burn and scream. The guards dragged Franco away to the dungeon in the
Tower, where most awaited their deaths by horrible means. I remained
still and could not think straight with all my fear of these humans who
would kill my love.
I walked out of the Tower as quickly as my vampire speed would take me.
I had to think of what to do. It would be daylight soon, so I had to
hide from the sun's rays. I made it back to the Manor in a matter of
minutes. I sat in the room, where Franco and I made passionate love
until our bodies froze in slumber to the next evening, looking at the
bed. I started to cry, because I didn't know what to do to save my
precious love.
I awoke the next evening holding the quilt as if it were Franco. I
quickly gathered my thoughts and got dressed. I knew I would not get
into the Tower as Margaret, so I knew what I must do. I had to change
back to my male form. I also knew this would take more than one night
of feeding on unsuspecting males and I risked the same fate as Franco.
I decided I must act as a prostitute, so that meant feeding on the
dredges of London society. That part of the city was miles away, so I
left the manor in a full run, passing people on the street so quick,
they only noticed a breeze as I passed them. I arrived at the district
where men and woman dealt in the business of sex and violence.
I took a spot on a street corner not far from a tavern filled with men
drinking their cares away. It was not long before one of them noticed
me. "Ah, Lass, would you like the company of an Irishmen on the damp
night?" I just smiled and walked towards the alley. He followed as I
expected. I stood in the darkest portion of the wet alley, which had
the stench of rotten meant and vomit. He came up to me and handed me a
sheckle.
I just smiled at him and lower myself so I was facing his crotch. I
reached out to untie his leather pants. His member immediately dropped
out inches away from my face. He pushed forward and said, "Lick it good
you dirty wench!" I smiled at him and took his sweaty cock into my
mouth. I didn't even lick it as I did for Franco. I took in and suck
for a second and bit into it. He screamed, "You fucking hoar, you are
biting me!" The blood from his swollen cock drained down my throat. I
grabbed his ball sack and squeezed it with all my strength. He fell
faint, but I kept feeding from his member as her fell to the ground. I
tasted his seed mixed with the blood. I fed till I was almost full. I
got up and straighten my gown. I didn't care, if he was dead or not, I
just wanted Franco back. I was ready to kill anyone to get my lover
back.
I stood beside the doorway this time, hoping for another fool to exit.
Suddenly a constable appeared. He grabbed my arm and said, "Ah, we have
a working lady or hoar waiting to steal the money of a honest man.
I asked him, "Sir, please let me go, I only wait for my dearest to come
home."
He said, "I will let you go if you allow me to take care of myself."
I thought, "I will get some cleaner blood from him." He took me to his
station and pulled up my gown and stuck his finger in my cold pussy. He
stuck it in my mouth. I could taste my own juices on his finger. I
licked at his finger as he entered me. He was thrusting faster and
faster when I grabbed him and threw him down on the floor.
"He laughed and said, "Oh, here, here, we have a wench that likes to
play rough." I quickly took his cock, soaked with my juices, in to my
mouth. I wasted no time in biting his cock right off. He was quiet for
some reason, but his blood and cum spurted from the wound into my
waiting mouth. I felt like I was drinking from a fountain in my
father's courtyard. I had my fill. I turned and looked at him and knew
he was dead. I think he died of fright as he saw his member ripped from
his body.
I had to rest, but wanted to get an early start the next evening, so I
searched for a suitable spot to hide myself during my deep sleep till
the next evening. I found the ruins of an old abbey. I opened a crypt
and threw out the bones. I thought the dead friar wouldn't need it now.
I lay in the must crypt and pulled the cover over me. I thought, "I
wonder if there is where they get their myths about us," as I fell in a
deep sleep.
I felt the coolness of the night air as I awoke. Something was
different, yet familiar, I felt hair on my face, something I had not
had for over a century. I felt down to my genitals and noticed my pussy
was now a small penis. I was like a young man again, so the first thing
I would have to do is finding the proper attire. I tore off my gown and
walked out of the abbey naked. I walked to some peasant huts and saw
some clothes. I pulled on the torn leather clothes, but could find no
shoes to wear, but I looked like a peasant, so it didn't matter, most
of them had no shoes either.
I tried to plan a way to get a full grown male to want me to suck his
cock. Most were still scared from the recent hanging of a nobleman for
allowing a man to commit such an atrocity against him. I found a priest
selling blessings not farm from the tavern. He looked at me and
motioned me over. "Come here boy, let me look at you."
I said, "Father, I wish to receive a blessing, but I have no money."
He smiled, "My young one, we can always work something out for a
blessing."
I thought for a second and said, "Oh father, please, I would do
anything for a blessing."
He said, "Come over here and kneel in front of me." I did what he said.
He then threw his rode over my head. I heard him say, "Boy, even a holy
man needs services every once in awhile, so clean me with you pretty
tongue and mouth. I felt his member press against my face, since I
could no see it under his robe. I knew what I must do, so I kissed and
sucked it, as if I was cleaning him for a mass. He shot his load of cum
into my mouth and face. I knew I didn't have much time, so I bit into
his head and started sucking the blood and cum off his now limp cock.
He said, "Oh boy, you want to clean my seed again." As he said that,
his member started to get harder and bigger again. This was the first
time I had ever experienced this, so I sucked him again, until more of
his blood and cum filled my mouth. I was full, all from one person. I
immediately got up. He looked puzzled as he saw my face and mouth
covered with blood. He screamed, "A demon has took my holy member!"
I decided he should be quiet, so I twisted his neck so hard, he just
fell limp and shook like a fish out of water. Not dead, but it seemed
he would be soon.
I felt my body literally grow to the size of a full-grown man. The only
difference was I had the strength of many men, unlike before, when I
was alive. I had to save Franco, so I decided not to wait. I ran
towards the Tower with vengeance in my soul. I approached the Tower and
stopped at the gate. The guards approached me. "Go away you beggar!" I
took the first guard and lifted him above my head them broke his back
on my knee. They others just stood there in fright, unable to scream
for their lives. I punched one of them in the chest and grabbed his
heart and ripped it out. The last one died when I swung my hand around,
slashing his neck, almost taking off his head. He fell to the ground
with gurgling sound.
I ran inside toward the dungeon. Hitting and killing anyone who got in
my way. I reached Franco who was tied to a rack. I untied him and he
fell to my arms. I cried, "Franco, my love."
He could barely open his eyes, and he said, "Margaret?" Just then I
felt him jolt back as I saw a spear pierce his heart.
I screamed. "Noooo," just as I looked at the magistrate standing there
with a smirk on his face. I pulled the spear out of my lover's chest
and threw it with such a force, at the magistrate; it pierced his head
and flung him to the large door at the entrance of the dungeon. I
picked up Franco and ran with him out of the tower. He body was limp. I
cried for him all the way to the abbey where I had slept the day
before.
I laid him on top of the crypt. I tried to wake him but he was just
limp. My lover was lifeless. I couldn't think. I wanted to kill every
one responsible for his destruction, but all I could do is cry. I
decided to place his body in the crypt and cover it. I was alone after
a century with Franco. I was going crazy from loneliness, even though I
had only been alone for a short while. I decided to go back to the
manor and rest, because I had to think of what to do. I bid Franco
good-bye with a kiss and closed the lid of the crypt. I didn't look
back as I made my way to the manor.
The next evening I awoke, still in the body of a young man. I hated it,
because I wanted to be a woman again. I had become accustom to being
Margaret. I lay there naked on the bed when I heard the peasants who
cleaned the manor while Franco and I were out feeding. One was an old
woman and the other was a young girl of fourteen. I just lay there as
the young girl walked in. She gasps as she saw my male nakedness. I
told her not to be afraid and to come beside me.
She asked, "Who are you my lord?"
I told her, "I am the cousin to Margaret." I asked her, "Little woman,
please fetch some water and give me a bath."
She looked at me in puzzlement, "A bath sir?"
I said, "Yes, and be quick about it." She ran off quickly to get some
bath water. I felt my maleness coming through. I was quite a snotty
male in my father's time.
She arrived with the older woman, who was not that old at all. Older
than my physical appearance, but not more than thirty, both were had
their own beauty.
The older woman said, "My lord, I am here to assist my daughter with
your bath."
I smiled and said, "Good, better two than one as I see it." To my
amazement, they both took off their clothes and were standing there in
all the feminine glory. They took out some sponges and fine clothe and
dipped it in water. They slowly rubbed my body all over. At the
sametime, they were rubbing their bodies against mine. I was obviously
aroused by all of this, soothe the younger daughter took my now swollen
cock into her mouth. Her mother kissed me and fed me one of her breast.
I suckled on both of them as the younger girl sucked on my enlarging
cock. The she just stopped and the mother mounted me. The feeling was
so erotic I almost exploded, but she slowly rode my cock up and down.
The daughter got on top of me and stuck her sex into my mouth, which I
start licking greedily. I could hear her and her mother kissing as I
instinctively took a small bite of her labia. I was in ecstasy, as I
tasted the juices mixed with the blood. I felt my cock get real hard,
which was unusual, I had not felt this way in over a hundred years. I
had not idea of what the results would be. All the sudden, I felt my
cock explode into the mother. The daughter got off and the mother sat
for a second, while the shutters of her orgasm subsided. They both
picked up their clothes and walked out.
I was exhausted. I knew I would have to feed again to get my female
body back, but I just fell asleep. I had something I had not had in the
last century, a dream. I dreamt of Franco, the mother and daughter, and
my father. I woke up suddenly. It was dark, so time to feed again, but
to my surprise, I was Margaret again. I played with my erect nipples to
make sure. I touched my pussy to see if everything was there. All was
working and in order, because when I touched myself, I sent shocked
through my entire body. I got up and got dressed.
I stood in front of the mirror, combing my long hair, thinking, "Time
to leave this place, I am alone." A tear rolled down my eye as I
thought of my love, but I knew I must go on. I packed my travel bags
and had several peasants take my bags to any ship leaving for anywhere.
I would go from here and find my way. I hoped to find more vampires
like me, but I had yet to meet even one.
....Stay tuned for the continuing adventures of Margaret the Vampire.
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