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Subject: Vampyre Part 32 Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoy my stories or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little bit fty/donate.html Sorry Guys Nifty cannot cope with me using German umlauts etc. so I will use the English spelling from now on ———————————————————————- Lost in the moment, I felt a tongue pushing into my mouth, running over my buried fangs, startled I looked round, it was Chris, his tongue and lips smeared with the blood from Otto’s cock, I pulled out my fangs and nodded, Chris clamped his mouth over the two wounds and I could hear him sucking at them, I gently stroked his head as he sucked at Otto’s wounds, after a few moments, I pulled his mouth again to mine, our tongues licking each other clean of blood and cum. I rang for Gunther, who appeared in a couple of minutes, I told him to get rid of Otto, he nodded and picked up the young SA trooper and his uniform easily then quietly left us. `Fuck, what had just happened? I looked round at Chris, he was now fast asleep, was that a glow round him, I rubbed my eyes as the shimmering aura faded or should I say died; Christ now I was seeing things or was I?. I got on the bed beside him and snuggled up to his naked body, spooning as close as I could to him, putting my arm over him, I pulled him tight, before drifting into a deep carefree sleep. ***************************** Vampyre – Part Thirty Two Raucous laughter dragged me from sleep; it was coming from the garden, an agitated German voice began barking out orders at the culprits to be quiet and move. I smiled to myself, why did everything said in German sound like you were calling in an airstrike, even ordering a pizza, `Ein grosses Fleichfest in der tiefen Pfanne bitte’ A large deep pan meat feast please, I stifled a giggle; it’s strange what pops into your mind at times, perhaps it was because I was on cloud nine after last night and waking next to the guy I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with, had made me so happy. I peered round the room it was in semi darkness, the heavy curtains had been drawn through the night, Gunther was proving to be a great and attentive familiar. I went to lift my head from the pillow, Ouch, I gently put it back, boy was it thumping. I reached over and felt Chris’s body still next to me, he murmured as I touched him, but was still fast asleep from what I could see, I hate that; why was it only me that had woken up? I lay for a bit longer, nope it was no good I was not going to fall back to sleep. I slipped from the bed; I didn’t want to wake him, it had been quite an evening, I needed some time to get my head round it myself. I found Gunther in the kitchen with Martin; my security chief, they both stood as I entered. `Good Morning Sir’ they said in unison. `Good Morning and what an amazing morning it is’ I was beaming I noticed them exchange a strained glance. `Is there something wrong? I asked generally `You have remembered that it is the open day today? for all of the German vehicles, the press broadcast unit has already arrived at the main gate requesting to come in and get set up, I am having them held there, I can’t find Ernst or Karl and no one else seems to know what is happening’ `Open day? I am sure my jaw hit the floor, fuck, fuck, fuck Ernst hadn’t mentioned an open day, well not in any definitive way, I tried to gather myself. `Gunther have you checked their rooms? `Yes Sir, they are not in them’ God with over a hundred young fit men currently on the estate, they could be anywhere. `What about Jurgen, have you found him? Gunther, looked at Martin and then at the floor. `What is it, where is Jurgen? For Christ sake Gunther, where is he? `Jurgen is with Ian and Zeke, Sir’ Gunther barked, snapping himself rigidly to attention. I spun on my heels, my ever faithful shadows, Boyra and Zoltan, scrabbling to get out of my way, never far from my side, it was amazing how often I forgot they were there; constantly on guard by myside. I quickly made my way down the hall and up the stairs, soon finding myself outside Zeke’s room, I hammered on the door. `Go away, we are busy’ It was Zeke, his voice followed by laughter in the room. I felt my anger rising I was about to explode, I turned the door handle, the door was locked, `We are busy, go away’ more laughter That was it a red mist engulfed me; don’t ask me why I was pissed at him. I barged through the door, my Vampiric strength sending splintering wood flying in all directions, the look of shock on the three faces on the bed was something to be seen. Casper leapt to his feet and stood growling. `For fuck sake Jonathon, you could have said it was you, what’s wrong? Zeke cried, practically jumping out of his skin. I stopped just inside the doorway, Zoltan and Boyra, growling by my sides, the three dogs having a standoff. Zeke, was holding Jurgen’s hard cock in his hand, Ian leapt from the bed and jumped to attention his hard cock bobbing in the morning light. `Good morning Sir’ he shouted `Shut up, I will speak to you in a minute’ I growled back. Jurgen hesitated and then he too jumped up, slapping away Zeke’s hand from his hard cock, he slammed himself to attention. `You’ I pointed at Jurgen `get out and find your boss, now! I want to see him NOW’ `I can explain being here, Sir’ Jurgen gabbled `Get out and find him, I know why you are here’ Jurgen grabbed some clothes from the floor and hurriedly left the room. `You’ I pointed at Ian, `just what the fuck do you think you are doing, you are supposed to be looking after him, not indulging his every whim? Ian looked shocked and turned to Zeke. `Ian, don’t answer him, he has got nothing niğde escort to do with you now, and HIM, has a name’ I spun to face Zeke, his eyes now glowing bronze. `You will show some respect young man’ `Maybe you need to act like you deserve it, you don’t own me, you barge into my room having smashed my door down, throwing your weight around, who the fuck do you think you are, I am not a kid you know, just tell me what’s fucking wrong’ Zeke’s words hammered in to me, each syllable spat at me with venom, Christ I had over reacted, it wasn’t Zeke or Ian I was angry at, it wasn’t even Jurgen it was Ernst, yet here I was stood amongst broken bits of wood, having totally lost it. I was about to try and explain, when a half dressed Ernst rushed through the broken door, closely followed by Jurgen, Ernst looked shocked his eyes scanning the scene taking in the damage to the door, Ian standing to attention, Zeke, his eyes glowing bronze kneeling on the bed. `Jonathon, was in alle Welt ist hier los, was ist passiert? `I will tell you what on earth has happened and what’s wrong, come with me’ Ernst looked confused, he turned to follow me as I left the room, I noticed Jurgen shrugging his shoulders out of the corner of my eye as Zeke’s words struck like daggers in the back. `So you are finished with me then are you? As expected this has nothing to do with me, you’re a fucking arse Jonathon, I really fucking hate you’ Not again, I would have to deal with Zeke later, I marched down to the Great Hall, Ernst striding behind me, Jurgen running behind him. `What’s going on? `Ah morning Montfort’ `Jonathon, Ernst, stop what’s happened, what’s all the commotion about? Montfort grabbed at my arm, as Ernst shook his head raising his eyes to the ceiling. Montfort came into the Great Hall with us, closing the door on Jurgen. `Jonathon, what is it? I pointed at Ernst. `First he turns up at my house, with hardly any notice, turns it into a Nazi redoubt, I mean look at the place, look at it, fucking Swastikas all over the place, lavishing presents and honours on young Zeke, despite all the troubles I am having with the kid, then arranges an open day, which I know nothing about, now I have an outside broadcast television unit at my gates and where is he? I will tell you, shagging some Hitler Youth leader. Just who is supposed to be organising everything? Me I suppose? Well it is not happening, he can fucking cancel it and leave. Then to top it all off I find his driver shagging my twelve year old charge…’ Montfort held up his hand to stop me. `Ernst, can you go and get dressed, get your team together and pull this open day together, I need to speak to Jonathon… alone’ Ernst nodded and left the room, I heard him giving some orders to Jurgen and then walking off down the corridor. Montfort waited until the door closed and then went to stand by the French windows, I walked over to him. `Jonathon, my dear friend, you are worrying me, and your behaviour recently has not gone unnoticed by other members of the Olds Ones Council, all that has happened since you moved here and met Chris and then with Zeke coming into your life, then Mark and then Joseph’s death and now this, it all appears to have unsettled you, you lose your temper at the slightest thing, I am worried you are going to have a complete breakdown’ I went to speak, but Montfort stopped me `Let me finish please, I want you to answer my question honestly, will you do that? I nodded. `Are you sure about Chris and that you want to live with him? `Yes, but how can…’ Montfort stopped me. `Moving on, Zeke and your relationship appears to have broken down, I spoke to Zeke and suggested it would be nice if he invited Chris to the party last night, I had hoped it would repair your relationship and it seemed to be working, then you throw it all away again this morning, losing your temper with Zeke over something which had nothing to do with him’ I nodded again, I could feel my eyes glazing as he spoke, I fought against my emotions. `Zeke has been doing a marvellous job really, you have done so well teaching him restraint, but you seem unable to accept due to his young body that he is actually mentally turning in to a mature young man, you treat him like a kid all the time, when in fact he is very astute, we spoke before about getting him his own household, I now feel that won’t work, in your eyes he will always be a little boy. I have never spoken to you about another option, you are aware of the `Old Ones’ are you aware of the `Ancients’? `I thought the Ancients were just a myth’ Montfort shook his head and continued `The Ancients are, kind of what it says on the tin, the average age of the Old Ones is around three to five hundred, the Ancients and there are only five of them are thousands of years old, stretching back to recorded time, I want to invite one of them here, I believe they may be able to help with Zeke’ `I don’t want him hurt’ I interrupted `I think you know me better than that, of course it will mean you having yet more house guests, but Ernst will be gone by tomorrow, I will make sure of that and your house returned to normal, how do you feel about that? `Well I seem to be making a complete mess of it, so whatever you think is best’ `Good, good, I will make the necessary arrangements, now I want you to join in today’s event, just strut about in your Uniform like you used to, I can’t wait to get mine on again, oh and before you put your foot into it again, leave it to me to speak to Ernst, Zeke, Gunther and Ian, now give me a hug, you bloody idiot’ I grabbed hold of Montfort, hugging him close, this guy had always been there for me, from the moment he converted me, he had worked with me and forgiven my every indiscretion. `Now run along and get your uniform on, before I start blubbing too, I am hoping you will find everything well on the way nişantaşı escort to being organised’. `Thank you Montfort’ I turned and left leaving him staring out of the French doors, pondering the next few days. Once I was back in my room, I could see, Chris was still curled under the duvet, I decided to leave him sleep, he probably needed it, I quietly gathered up my discarded uniform and heading back down to the kitchen. Gunther leapt up as I entered `Ah Gunther, can you give this a quick press and the boots a polish, while I have a quick shower and then get your uniform on, I would like you to be at my side for this’ He nodded adding `My pleasure Sir’ `Ohh and Gunther, sorry about this morning’ He clicked to attention `Nothing to be sorry about Sir’ I nodded and left to shower, I met Gunther in the Great Hall a short time later, he was already in his uniform, he helped me dress into mine. `You look very smart Sir, would you like a mirror…’ he stopped himself `oh sorry Sir’ I smiled at him, raising my eyebrows `No I will take your word for it, come on then let’s go and meet the crowds’ `Jawohl Sir’ he snapped back. Opening the main door, we went out on to the staircase overlooking the forecourt, there Ernst had lined up all the vehicles he had brought with him, the band was playing enthusiastically and the crowds of visitors were mingling around the vehicles and speaking to the uniformed SA men with them, over to the left was a small tented area, I could see the familiar flags of the Hitler Youth fluttering above the entrance gate to the tented area, I began making my way in that direction, acknowledging and returning the salutes of the many SA men and Hitler Youth in the crowd, I spotted Zeke, in his black HJ Leaders uniform, I crossed over to him, I saw his face change from a broad smile as I approached to a pissed off look, I snapped to attention, Gunther copying my stance. `Seig Heil, Guten Tag, Herr Gebietsf�hrer, darf ich mich freuen, dass Ihre Gesellschaft die SA-Truppen inspiziert’ Zeke’s mouth dropped open, `You want me to join you in inspecting the SA Troopers? I nodded, Zeke, snapped to attention and thrust his right arm up in salute. `Seig Heil, Sicherlich Gruppenf�hrer’ It was funny we had gathered a small crowd, who were busy clicking us with cameras and phones, Zeke took up position on my right hand side, we headed over to where I could see Jurgen was standing smartly to attention with the `Deutschland Erwache’ standard at a barked command from him a drummer began beating out a steady rhythm, all of the nearby SA Troopers stopped what they were doing and began forming up in parade order, at the shouted order. `Achtung’ They all stood bolt upright to attention. I gestured to Zeke `Gebietsfuhrer, after you’ As Zeke inspected the SA Troopers, I moved over to Jurgen, `Sorry about this morning’ I whispered. He gave a barely imperceptible nod, I saluted him and the standard and moved to join Zeke, walking with him as he completed the inspection. Zeke saluted the Parade leader and then me again, he was smiling broadly, he nodded to the television crew who had been filming the whole parade. `You are going to be famous again’ he smiled `Ahh, I think you will find they are all watching you, fancy something to eat? I added We headed over towards the set out wooden bench tables and were promptly served with German sausage and potato salad; if only we could have really eaten it. `Gruppenfuhrer’ I looked round, it was Ernst, accompanied by Karl and Montfort. I had forgotten myself, I leapt up and saluted Ernst `OberGruppenfuhrer, Gentlemen’ Ernst saluted me back winking at Zeke and adding `that’s a bit more like it’. Zeke laughed too, We all sat down to eat, needless to say I was the brunt of a few jokes, it was good to see Zeke laughing again, what must I be doing to this kids head. The rest of the event passed with a number of parades of the open topped Mercedes tourers and other vehicles, I had to admit it was an amazing success, as the crowds began to leave Montfort approached me `Jonathon, it’s all arranged, one of the Ancients will arrive in two days’ time, I will speak more after Ernst and his crew have left’ I nodded, `Thank you Montfort’ We separated and I made my way back into the kitchen. `Ah Gunther, have you seen Chris? `No Sir, apart from lying in bed’ `Can you go and wake him, he must have had enough sleep by now’ `Yes Sir’ I turned to look out of the window, watching as the temporary camp was being demolished things seemed to have turned out okay after all. `Sir, Sir kommen Sie schnell, Schnell, es ist Chris’ Gunther was screaming as he ran down the corridor and burst through the kitchen door, his face one of fear `Come, come’ `What is it?’ He grabbed my arm and set off at run, we arrived at my bedroom door, the bedroom light was on, the wolf skin was on the floor lying on the bed was grey figure, I stared at it, Christ was that Chris? `no NO’ I cried out as I ran to the bed, my god it was Chris, but his skin was a grey green colour and wrinkled, I pulled open his eyelid a yellow disc stared back at me, I grabbed his hand, his head turned towards me, he tried to open his eyes but they barely opened, his lips parted, but only a hiss escaped. I turned to Gunther, `Get Montfort, quickly, go’ Gunther turned and was gone, what was this nightmare, I tried to cradle Chris in my arms, my tears cascading on to his face, I hadn’t seen anything like this in 300 years of life, but I could tell he was weak, I was losing him. Montfort practically fell through the door a few moments later, he ran over to the bed, Gunther and Connor at his side. `Oh my God’ he gasped That wasn’t good, I was hoping he would know what to do, Montfort gave Chris a good examination and then took control. `Gunther, Chris is not to be left alone, ankara olgun escort you, Ian and Connor are to take turns being with him, call us if there is any change, any change at all, do you understand? Gunther nodded. `Jonathon, come with me, I need to talk, I won’t be long then you can come back and be with him’ I followed Montfort into the neighbouring room, his face was nearly as white as mine. `You don’t know what it is, do you? He shook his head `Now you are going to have to tell me what happened last night everything’ I blubbed though everything, as Montfort patiently waited for each detail; Chris drinking the cum and then sharing some of the blood, then the strange aura, which faded away and died. `An aura? Montfort looked at me as if I had taken leave on my senses. `You saw an aura round him, fade and die? I nodded and collapsed on to the floor, my sobs breaking the silence. The next day passed with me oblivious to it, I never saw the going of Ernst and Karl, I stayed in my room cradling Chris, his condition didn’t change, well he became weaker if that was possible, Montfort came to check up on me regularly, he told me Zeke had wanted to come but he had stopped him, until we knew what the problem was. It was late on the second day when Montfort came into the room again, he dismissed, Ian. `We are not to be disturbed on pain of Death, do you understand? Ian nodded, wow that sounded very serious even to me, Montfort opened the bedroom door and checked out into the corridor `Wait one minute, I will fetch our guest’ Montfort opened the door of the next room, I stared at my door waiting for what was about to walk in. The room went noticeably colder, I wasn’t ready for what limped its way into my room it was a hideous apparition, grey green coloured skin, yellow eyes a pronounced limp, it appeared to be wearing an off white ankle length gown, its head was hairless, with short pointed ears. It stood and looked at me as Montfort hurried in, kneeling to the side, Montfort announced `Lord Asmodeus, may I present your faithful servant Cornelius Van de Graff’ I got a shock hearing my real name, it had been many years since I had heard that used or used it. I got to my knee and held my hands up in reverence. `You may rise, I believe you are now called Jonathon is that correct’ His voice was a weak hiss, I nodded adding `Yes my lord’ `Montfort join us’ He waved a boney claw like hand at Montfort as he crossed to the bed; gesturing for him to join us. He looked down at Chris’s prostrate form and smiled. He turned to look at me his eyes boring into me `Do you know who I am, Jonathon? `No my lord, I am afraid I don’t’ `I am Asmodeus, one of the Fallen Angels, thrown out of heaven by Arch Angel Raphael for the crime of lust’ He stopped speaking and looked directly into my eyes `You look surprised Jonathon, why would you doubt Angels exist when you to are an anathema, you too live in the shadows, but you exist’ I dropped my eyes and stared at the ground. `Lord, can you help my friend here on the bed? Asmodeus smiled again and let out a little laugh. `Jonathon, oh Jonathon, oh joy, what have you done? I was about to speak, but caught Montfort’s glare just in time. `Jonathon tell me what happened two nights ago’ I again related the story of Chris and my evening of sharing Otto drinking his cum and then his blood. `You told Montfort here, you saw an aura around him die is that correct? `Yes lord Asmodeus, I watched it flicker and die’ Asmodeus, clapped his claw like hands together and laughed again. `Have you worked it out yet? He stared directly at me I shook my head. `You seduced an Angel, you a Vampyre got them to drink blood and semen, you corrupted one of Gods army’ He laughed again `But lord’ He spun to face me `But why me Lord, why an Angel contacting me? `You must ask him? Maybe he was sent to save you’ he laughed again `Lord Chris has taken semen from me before and nothing happened’ `It probably changed him a bit, but yes, never human blood drank from the source, is that correct’ he snapped I nodded again. `There you go, do you want to save him, Jonathon? Knowing at the same time you condemn him to become like you? `Lord more than anything’ `Well you know what to do, you don’t need me, my blood already flows through your veins, all Vampyre’s are children of lust, feed your Angel, I will look forward to meeting him’ Asmodeus held out his claw like hand, I gripped it, it was cold, the flesh, felt slimy, I leant forward and kissed it’ `I sense you have another question, let me answer it for you, no he will return to how he looked before, Vampyre blood has regenerative properties as you know’ With that he turned and left the room, I glanced at Montfort. `Well you know what to do, I will leave you to it and see if he can help us with Zeke’ I clambered back on to the bed, I looked down at my fallen Angel, should I do this? Would it be what he wanted? He had wanted to drink the blood, so was the answer yes? What about his wife and child, I was condemning him to watching them grow old and die as I had done, I was torn, what to do? If I did noting he would die, my mind made up I pulled off my top and slipped off my trousers and briefs, having pushed my cum into his mouth and followed it with my blood, I snuggled up to him again, pulling his cold body to me, I stroked his face one more time and kissed his cold lips, wrapping my arm round him, before letting sleep over take my exhausted body. I woke to the sound of the shower, Chris wasn’t in the bed next to me, I leapt up and burst into the ensuite `Good Morning you are keen, I feel bloody amazing’ I stood looking at him, his facing smiling his skin its usual golden hue, soapy suds running down through his chest hair, and dripping off his cock `What, what is it? He smiled again `You coming in? ***************** Guys, it’s always great to hear by email that you are enjoying the story and want it to carry on. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother’ `Joshs Adventures series’ `An Army life for me’ `Grandmas Bedroom’ `Nightcam Fun’ `Dominic Online’ `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’

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