Nadia Queen of Blood Ch. 1

Fiona was suddenly silent, seemingly in ecstasy as Nadia could be heard gulping down her bloodquite audibly. Jason's cock slid out of her puckering rosebud, and a wad of his cum gushed out, and flowed down the backs of her thighs.

Fiona was in a state of frozen terror, groaning as Nadia sucked the blood from her quim. Then the vampire stopped and wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, and surveyed her handy work. Fiona sobbed. Nadia laughed, a maniacal laugh, and then launched herself at Fiona's throat like a rabid animal. She was tearing, frenziedly in to the milk white skin, and revelling in the fountains of blood that sprayed the walls and windows, allowing some of it to bath her erect nipples, and trickle down on to her belly. Then she drank deep, gulping down pint after pint of red nectar; chewing and swallowing the torn skin like an exotic delicacy. Fiona gave a last gasp and died.

"Now its your turn!" she growled.

She noticed Jason was erect, and Nadia climbed on to his organ, as she nuzzled his throat. Then she straightened up, and drew a sharp fingernail across one of her nipples. A thin line of blood appeared. Then she pushed the bloody teat in to his mouth.

"Drink of me," she whispered. "Become part of me."

As her sour metallic blood flowed in to his mouth Jason felt her pussy rise and fall along the length of my cock. Then darkness.

It was the following evening when Jason awoke in dark next to one of Nadia's beautifully decorated caskets. He suddenly realised that he was still partly alive, as Nadia had promised, but he also felt the strong vampire element surging through his body. Jason opened the coffin, but it was empty. Then a key turned in the lock and the bedroom door opened. Nadia stood before him

From out of the darkness behind the vampire, emerged Fiona. Her naked body was no longer torn to pieces; her throat was no longer a gaping wound. Instead she merely smiled; displaying her newly acquired dentition. She was fully under Nadia's spell.

"Its okay," said Nadia. "I couldn't just leave her dead like that, and besides I need to test your loyalty. I bled in to her and turned her too."

She indicated for Fiona to lie down on the bed, and then handed Jason a stake fashioned from a chair leg.

"Kill her," Nadia demanded, "Show your loyalty to me!"

With a rapid sweeping movement, Jason's arm arced and then fell, ruthlessly plunging the stake in to Fiona's heart. Fiona's body atomised as the wood bit home, sending a cloud of charred dust violently in to the air with a small explosion. He looked up at Nadia through the settling dust. She simply smiled.

"You know I'm a little tired of all this post holocaust chic. I think I'd like to move to a more stylish place."

"How about an apartment in Manhattan?"

"Ideal," she whispered licking her lips.

"Now Fiona won't be spending my money any more, I could even get you one of your own."

"No," she said reaching down and gripping his cock. "Sharing has its advantages."

To Be Continued...