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The early 1800s...
This time, I settled in Paris, France, still assuming my birth name of Vincent. The city had many crevices where one such as myself could lurk.
I grew bored of occupying my time with philosophy and the arts of the Renaissance centuries before. Now, I turned my attention to more fleshy indulgences and found something to rival my thirst for blood - a thirst for sex. Sex was moderately successful at distracting me from my other craving. As someone who had all the time in the world, I learned to take my time too. As tonight's whore would soon see, I would draw out her pleasure in an almost painful manner. A woman's body has a plethora of erogenous zones and I intended to educate her on each.
To keep my life uncomplicated, I chose whores to satisfy my lust. They were easy to spot, for they tried to imitate the upper-middle-class, yet fell short with their dirty white muslins and cheap silks. Also missing were their bonnets and shawls, which put their made-up faces and décolletage on full display. Typically, their hair hung loose. After all, their purpose was to incite arousal in men.
I entered the brothel for the elite and was immediately surrounded by lascivious whores. My scent drew them towards me, leaving the other gentlemen waiting for the leftovers. I selected my whore and accompanied her to her room. Such a lovely young thing. Her hair was light brown and cascaded in loose waves around her creamy shoulders. She came to me, immediately working to open my trousers. My hands pulled hers away and I brought each in turn to my lips. Her blue eyes widened with my gesture.
I leaned down and kissed her neck with the lightest of brushes. This was the moment of greatest self-control - to resist that pulsing vein in her neck. The smell of blood burned my nose. Even the cheap perfume that filled the room couldn't mask the scent of fresh blood. Straining somewhat, I tore my attention from my blood-thirst and my kisses moved away from her neck to her red-painted lips. She returned my kisses with fervor. None yet could resist my hypnotic essence.
My cock strained against my trousers as our kissing intensified. She tilted her head back, giving me access to her voluptuous breasts spilling out over her top. I kissed her exposed chest, working my nose down between her valley, while my fingers unzipped her gown with practiced ease. As her dress pooled around her feet, I walked around her to unlace her corset, tasting each inch of skin as it was revealed to me. Soon, her corset joined her gown on the floor. Walking back around I cupped her breasts, unable to capture all of her within my palms. She cooed and squirmed, begging me for more.
Slowly, I worked my way down her body. Her slightly plumped tummy enjoyed my tracing fingertips and licks of my tongue. I played with the hair on her mound, occasionally reaching down to strum her clit. I enjoyed edging the ladies, something few men took the time to do. I stroked her calf up to her thigh as I gently placed her leg on my shoulder, opening her cunt for me. She became undone as I buried my face in her furry cunt. Any remaining decency abandoned her as she squealed dirty words - words no lady, not even a whore should repeat. My tongue in her most private of places pulled out her first orgasm.
I stood, needing her mouth on me now, and gently pushed on her shoulders. Experience told her what I wanted and she knelt before me. Her eyes never left mine as her fingers unfastened my trousers and released my throbbing member. She was mine now - completely under my control. She would have serviced me without the coin at this point, but I wouldn't cheat her. After all, I was an alchemist and could make more gold as needed. For centuries, others whispered about the source of my great wealth, but I never shared my secret.
My eyes closed in relief as her mouth sucked me. In and out, she worked my cock. My arse clenched when my hips started thrusting my cock deeper. Ahh, she was good, but my need was great. I took matters into my own hands and squeezed her head, holding her in place so I could fuck her mouth at my desired speed. Her eyes watered and I relaxed my thrusting, remembering my strength.
I pulled my cock out and lifted her into the air, then plunged her back down, impaling her cunt on my rigid staff. She gasped, eyes wild with lust. Backing her against a wall, I held her up while my cock stretched her cunt. My cock continued to lengthen as I fucked her.
No doubt she had been fucked many times, but her walls still felt tight around my thick cock. My hands cupped her ass, driving deeper and deeper. She screamed with each thrust, caught in that delicious space of not wanting me to stop, yet begging for release. I had to maintain control so as not to slam her through the wall. It was always the most dangerous time as I neared my release. Have to keep control! My mouth mashed against hers as we came.
This whore received my undivided attention to all of her delicacies. Our lovemaking was anything but her usual brush. However, after some time, my thirst returned with a vengeance. I vowed to never feed on the one I pleasured, so I took my leave of her with great speed. Stalking the dark streets, my keen eyes searched for an opportunity. Then, I spied her - a lady elegantly dressed, walking a street soon to be near a darkened alley. With undetectable movements, I was upon her, my fangs descending. Sadly, I lost control and drank her dry.
I stood over her ... watching. As the life drained from her body, her eyes never closed. It was as if she wanted me to remember that moment when she realized what I was - a monster. Terror. Disgust. Her face painfully contorted, revealing all those feelings in her final moments. I shan't ever forget this sight. Her lifeless body would tug at my heart - if I had one.
When I finally tore my eyes from her, I saw a recognizable pair upon me - the whore. She stood with her mouth agape at the entrance to the alley and had seen the monster within me. Turning on her heels, she fled, screaming for the police.
Having no heartbeat, I knew the police would think me dead when they found me. As such, I was buried in a plain wooden box with no pomp and circumstance - fitting for a man of my despicable crime. I surely deserved no velvet lining. I accepted this fate and closed my eyes for a long-overdue rest.
In 1902...
I woke with a fresh outlook for this life. This time would be different - or so I thought. However, it didn't take long for the all-too-familiar burn to course through my veins...
(To be continued...)
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