Date: Sat, 18 Apr 2020 20:09:59 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre Part 25

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Pyotr had woken me as usual and told me that he had given the envelopes and
`skin' book to Mark as I had requested before he had left. I sat in the
kitchen, dreading the next few hours, I made sure Ian stayed close, I knew
he would be needed, what a coward I really was. I was absently staring out
of the window at the rain, I noticed Zoltan's head move as he look up at
the door, his tail wagged as Casper came into the room, followed by Zeke,
bare chested, wearing a pair of Ian's white baggy shorts; he had tied the
excess waist material into a untidy knot, his juvenile bare feet making
hardly a sound on the tiles, his hair, ruffled and sticking up in different
directions, he yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, a big smile on his
face.

`Morning' he yawned.


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Vampyre - Part Twenty Five



`Morning Zeke' the four of us echoed.

Zeke looked round the room at each of us in turn, his fringe flopped down
over his forehead the smile on his cherubic face, lighting up the
room. Boyra and Zoltan rushed over to him and Casper, the dogs excitedly
greeted each other, Zeke got down on his haunches and cuddled each of them
in turn, they returned his affection with big licks around his face and
neck. I sat knowing the question that would soon come from Zeke's lips, I
tried to put it to the back of my mind, instead watching and enjoying the
scene before me unfold as Zoltan grabbed at the knot of material holding up
Zeke's shorts and pulled back, tug of war style, Zeke giggled hysterically
and held on to the waistband the best he could, the other dogs seeing the
fun, joined Zoltan, growling and pulling at the shorts material, Zeke's
laughter was infectious as he madly tried to hang onto his shorts, more
laughter followed as they was an audible ripping sound as the material gave
way. Zeke's pert white bum was revealed to us all; a gorgeous peach, Zeke's
little hands let go of what was left of his shorts and covered his cock and
balls, he was blushing and laughing at the same time.

`Jonathon, get them to stop' he spluttered, still giggling.

I was enjoying the scene, but he was right

`Dogs to me'

All three dogs stopped what they were doing at my command, Zoltan and
Boyra, coming immediately to myside, leaving Casper standing holding the
remains of the shorts. I had to stop myself laughing at the comicalness of
it, as Casper slowly opened his mouth letting the cloth drop to the floor,
seemingly aware he had been left by Zoltan and Boyra to carry the can.

Ian handed Zeke a towel, which the twelve year old wrapped round his little
waist. Zeke was still laughing holding up the remnants of his shorts to
show us as he got on to my knee, I gave him and big hug and kissed his
head.

`Love you' I said

Zeke looked up at me and smiled, kissing me on the cheek, I wrapped my arm
round him, the smooth bare skin of his chest and arms, electrifying my
touch, he was still giggling, Casper now licking at his bare feet, I hugged
him closer.

`Well you are not doing a very good job of training that dog' I said
tickling his side.

Zeke again shrieked with laughter his legs flailing in the air as he tried
to avoid Casper's slobbering tongue and my tickling fingers.

`Stop, stop' he babbled `Mark said he would help me train him' tears of joy
were now running down his cheeks, I continued tickling him, hoping to
prolong the fun or was it avoid the question I knew was forming on Zeke's
lips, I failed, Zeke glanced round the room.

`Where is Mark? Is he not up yet?

Zeke obviously noticed the silence form us all, it was deafening, he
stopped smiling as he scanned each of our faces.

`Where is Mark? He repeated

I pulled him closer to me, I felt him go ridged as he pushed himself away
from me, dropping his feet to the floor he turned to me again.

`What's happened? Where is Mark?

His child's voice quivered

`Zeke' I started

`Where is he? What have you done to him?

`Zeke, listen to me, I haven't done ...'

What have you done to him?

Zeke, spun round looking at each of us in turn asking the same question

`Where is he'

The others stood silently, I knew this was my call, I tried again

`Zeke please listen to me'

`Where is he?

`Zeke, Mark has gone, he left last night, he wanted me to tell you ...'

I heard my voice trail off

Zeke's little face tensed up, his eyes filling with tears, his bottom lip
quivered; God this was awful, a big tear rolled down his rosy cheek.

`No, no he wouldn't go without me, he loved me, you must have sent him
away'

His words were overwhelmed by his blubbering

`Zeke, of course Mark loved you, I didn't send ...' my reply was
interrupted

`You never liked him because of what happened to Joseph, well I hate you'

Ouch that hurt, only moments before, he had been a laughing giggling
effervescent little boy now his face was tight, his eyes red, tears
streaming down his cheeks, his fists clenched by his sides.

`Why, why, why did you send him away'

`Zeke, stop this, I didn't send him away'

But his young mind was made up, my voice was being drowned out by his
anguished cries

`Mark, had to go and find the other person like him, you remember what the
book said'

`No, he would never have left me, I saw how you treated him, you made him
go, you always hated him, well I hate you, I HATE YOU!'

I watched amazed as Zeke's eyes glowed red, his body tensing, his upper lip
pulled back revealing his fangs, Casper stood up behind him, Zoltan stood
moving in front of me, a low growling coming from his throat. Ian moved to
Zeke's side and tried to take hold of his arm, Zeke spun round, hissing,
Ian looked shocked, he let go and stepped back, this had gone too far, I
stood up, towering over Zeke's small frame.

`Zeke, that's fucking enough, back down little man'

I could feel my own eyes, glowing bronze, my own fangs showing, Zeke broke
eye contact with me, his eyes returning to normal revealing his childlike
face once more, so beautiful, but so sad.

`Now apologise to Ian, young man, NOW, then go to your room, if you are not
going to listen'

I sensed my own fury, I fought to get control of myself back. Zeke his body
and mind obviously in turmoil spun on the spot, he looked towards Ian, his
eyes awash with tears, his face wracked with confusion and anger.

`Sorry Ian' he blubbed

Before Ian could reply and with tears streaming down his face, Zeke ran
from the kitchen, Casper looked at me and then leapt up and followed him,
just making it through the fast closing door as Zeke slammed it behind
himself, the bang echoing round the whole house.

`Well that went well', I sighed.

I looked at the grave faces of Ian, Pyotr and Gunther, moments before they
too had been laughing and smiling, what a difference a few minutes can
make. I sent Ian after him, I was obviously `persona non grata'.

I had never realised how difficult it was being a parent, how easy it was
to go from being loved to hated and how little time it could take.  Once
again I was the villain, it irked me, I hadn't done anything, not this
time. I could feel Pyotr and Gunther's eyes watching me intently, why was I
feeling guilty, I had done nothing wrong. I had tried to handle the
situation the best I could, okay, it had gone badly, I could feel my own
frustration rising, I wasn't going to be blamed for this, I had to change
the subject, get this back under my control.

`Pyotr, we are going to have to find a home tutor for Zeke, that will just
about finish him off in his current state, can you make some enquiries
please, let me know what you come up with'

Pyotr nodded his inscrutable face, giving no sense of his feelings, he
turned and left the room.

I turned to Gunther, my blond Germanic vision

`Gunther, how are you finding being with us? Do you want to make it a
permanent arrangement? I would love to have you join Pyotr as one of my
familiars'

Gunther stared at my though his ice blue eyes, I wondered and hoped that
the last few minutes hadn't put him off, he nodded and in his guttural
German accent said.

`I would like that very much'

`Excellent, I am really pleased, I have been very impressed with your
service so far, I will see you tonight and we can start the conversion
ceremony, okay?

Gunther nodded again. I stood up and called the dogs over to me, I needed
air.

`I am off for a run, I will be back later'

`Okay, Sir'

I opened the door and followed the dogs out into the yard, transforming
within six feet I followed them down the lane and into the woods. I found
myself a short time later at the tree line staring down towards Crake Mill
Farm, home to my beloved Chris and unfortunately, his wife and new born
baby. I sniffed the air, I was sure I could smell him, just a few molecules
mixed with the smell of the goats. I peered around the farm, checking out
any movement to see if it was him, I picked up some voices, I focused on
the location, there he was coming out of one of the barns, my heart rose
and sank immediately, oh and that was his wife behind him, a baby in a
harness hanging in front of her; bloody earth mother. No point in us
heading down to the yard if she was about, I turned away, Zoltan and Boyra,
both watching me intently, they both backed away to let me pass, I was sure
they could sense my disappointment and annoyance, I broke back into a run
and led them down to the river. They watched from the side as I leapt
straight in, a moment of hesitation and then they both joined me; three
dogs, barking and playing in the cold water. I moved to the shallows
standing ankle deep, Zoltan and Boyra, facing me, docked tails waggling
their back ends, how my life had changed, the three of us used to love
playing here, yet this was the first time in months, simple pleasures.

Things were just as tense, when we eventually got back to the Manor, I
spoke to Ian, Zeke wouldn't leave his room, wouldn't feed, wouldn't do
anything. I wandered along to his room and knocked on the door,

`Zeke, can I come in? Nothing.

`Zeke. It's me Jonathon, can I come in?

`No go away, anyone but you'

`Fine by me'

I turned and walked back down to the Great Hall, maybe there was something
on television, I flicked through the hundred odd channels; nope I was
wrong. I woke later, I got up from the chair and went to the window looking
out through the glass, it was dark, I must have been asleep longer than I
first thought, glancing at the Grandfather clock, I could see it was thirty
minutes past ten.

I felt so restless, my mind was churning, I kept going over this morning's
events; what a fuck up, I felt trapped; I needed air, I needed something
for me. I threw open the window and in an instant transformed into a tiny
bat, I flew into the sky, the Manors lights fading behind me. I was drawn
towards the Crake Tree farm house, it was in darkness, I flew round finding
a small window open, I flew in. I could smell Chris, it was overwhelming, I
rashly materialised, looking round, I was in the nursery, the newest member
of the family was sleeping peacefully in his cot. I pulled the cover off of
him and blew gently in to his face, he stirred and began crying, I moved
into the shadows, transforming once more, I could hear a groan and movement
from another room and then footsteps coming along the hall, the door opened
and in came the baby's mother, I slipped past her out into the hall,
heading towards the gentle snoring coming from down the hall.

The room was in darkness apart from the moonlight coming through a gap in
the curtains, a large double bed was located centrally against one wall,
the duvet was pulled back on one side and snuggled under it on the other,
lying on his right hand side, his right leg under the duvet while his left
was outside the duvet bent at 90 degrees, was Chris, his bare flesh
flooding my bat heat sensors with white light. I landed on the bed and
crawled up towards his calf, feeling the heat, sensing the blood pumping
just under the skin over his ankle. I could smell him so clearly;
intensely. I let my little tongue lick along his skin the taste of salt,
crashing into my senses, better still, I could taste him. I felt him move
ever so slightly under my touch, I used the claws at the tips of my wings
to hold on to him, sniffing and licking his skin as I slowly crawled up
through his leg hairs, past his knee and on to his muscled thigh, the duvet
had bunched up against him and was blocking my way. I scanned ahead of me,
I could see a gap, heat pouring from it, I sniffed the air coming from it,
it was hot and musky, I grinned inwardly as I awkwardly, crawled into the
gap, pushing my way along easing the folds of the duvet apart, I arrived in
an airspace, thick with his scent. I surveyed the scene, the thermal image
filled my vision, it revealed his abs, his thick soft cock, glowed, his fat
bellend poking out of its skin collar, his balls glowed white hot in their
sac.

I dropped on to the mattress and crawled over to his fat cock, I sniffed
the air, his partially exposed bellend glowed and smelt of man, with just a
hint of piss, I moved closer and gently let my little tongue lick down his
shaft and then around his cock head, savouring the heady taste, I licked up
between the glands along his bow string arriving at his cock lips,
savouring the sensation of his scent on my tongue. I worked his cock lips
hard, suddenly aware his shaft was swelling, I could feel the blood pumping
into it, causing it to twitch and thicken his cock head pushed out of its
skin collar, releasing more of his heady scent into the air, I climbed on
to his shaft, gripping it tightly as it swelled under my excited tongue. I
heard him groan and watched as a hand pushed into the space I was in, it
scratched his heavy balls, releasing more musk, I held onto his shaft
tightly and watched as a finger delicately extended and touched his cock
lips, mesmerised as a strand of heat stretched between his finger and his
bellend, he moaned again, my tongue flicked over his cock lips, breaking
the strand, it splashed into my open mouth, oh the taste, with his now
fully hard cock throbbing beneath me, I continued licking, his cock
rewarding me with drops of precum, I lapped them up, the rich taste
overwhelming me.

`I hope your enjoying that'

I froze, his voice, muffles by the duvet, startled me, I looked up as the
duvet was pulled back, the cooler air hitting me, his gorgeous smiling
face, caught in the moonlight beam, looking down at me in the darkened
room. I transformed beside him, our bodies next to each other, my face by
his. I couldn't help myself I pushed my tongue into his mouth, my hands
gripping his cheeks, lost in the pleasure of being with him again. I pulled
back and looked deeply into his eyes

`Sorry to wake you' I whispered

I smiled at him, feeling all warm as he smiled back

`I had better make sure we are not disturbed, give me a minute' I said to
him

`You can do that? He looked at me quizzically

I slipped out of the bed and went to the bedroom door, I could hear his
wife gently cooing to the baby just down the corridor, I concentrated,
connecting my mind to hers

`I am taking the baby downstairs to feed him' she shouted `I will sleep on
the couch so you can get some sleep before work tomorrow'

`Okay darling, if you are sure? He called back

I watched, unseen, as she made her way downstairs, watching as the sitting
room light was switched on and the door was closed. I turned round to him,
he was grinning at me, I watched as he pulled aside the duvet and then
tapped the mattress next to him, I didn't need any more of an invitation
than that.

`That is a trick you will have to teach me' he grinned

I climbed into the bed and snuggled up to him, embracing him in my arms,
our tongues pushing into each other's mouths, I could feel his hard cock
pushing into myside, precum oozing onto my leg, he took hold of me and
pushed me onto my back, clambering up he got astride me, his cock waving in
the moonlight as he did, he sat down on my stomach, his legs bent astride
me, his cock now bobbing up and down against my chest, he leant forward and
kissed me again, his tongue passionately tangling with mine, he shuffled
forward, taking hold of either side of my head at the same time, I opened
my mouth as his swollen bellend brushed against my lips, easing them apart,
who was I to resist, I opened wide, tasting his precum as he slide his cock
along my tongue deep into my mouth. Gripping my head he fucked my face,
gently, slowly, purposefully, his heavy balls pushing against my chin with
each stroke. His precum was flowing freely coating my mouth a prelude to
the coming main event; I wanted his cum, but I wanted this to last longer,
a lot longer.

I pushed him backwards releasing his cock from the suction from my lips, he
fell backwards, I hauled myself up from under him, spinning round so that,
my now hard cock was hovering millimetres above his mouth, I felt his
tongue, brush lightly over my cock head as I engulfed his throbbing cock
once more, working my way down to his neatly trimmed pubes, he wrapped his
arms around my waist and was pulling me down, taking more of my cock into
his mouth and throat, his tongue working my bellend and cock lips, a soft
moaning coming from his throat. I pulled back gripping his cock tightly,
admiring its beauty, wanking it hard, milking out more precum, which I
hungrily licked up. He began squirming under my relentless assault on his
cock, he tried to wriggle free, but I gripped him tightly between my
thighs, I felt him pull off my cock

`Please stop, I am going to cum' he gasped

`That's the whole idea' I chuckled,

Renewing with more vigour my assault on his meat, he began to thrust his
hips upwards, meeting my downward stroke, I watched his balls pull tight to
the bottom of his thick shaft, feeling and sensing the blood surging
through his cock, I felt his body tense beneath me

`I'm cumming' he hissed, thrusting his hips skyward again

I leant forward, fuck I wanted this so badly, I needed it so badly. I held
his cock steady his foreskin stretched tight back, the scars just under his
bellend revealed, with my open mouth hovering above his cockhead, I plunged
my fangs into his throbbing cock as it began pulsing his cum on to my
tongue. His cum and blood, combined in my mouth, my head flipped
overwhelmed as his fluids renewed and invigorated me, I sucked and
swallowed madly draining him of cum, feeding on his blood, he was panting
his breath coming in gasps from behind me, then he did it; his tongue
licked across my cockhead again as he took me once more into his mouth, I
lost it, in my heightened sexual state my own load began speeding from my
heavy balls down my shaft and into his welcoming mouth.

The ecstasy I felt rolled over me in waves, each shot of my cum, a jet of
pleasure, I felt my own balls contracting; spent, as I slumped forward. A
few moments passed, the feeling of calmness, blissful and comforting: he
tapped me on the bum.

`Are you okay'

I pulled myself up and looked back at his smiling face

`What do you think?

I turned and re-joined him, our naked bodies pressed together as one. He
looked into my eyes and stroked the side of my face.

`You had better be going, I doubt she will stay downstairs much longer'

I knew he was right, but this felt so right too, I kissed him again and
then again before I got up out of the bed, I looked down at his naked body,
scanning from his gorgeous face down to his now flaccid cock a thick slug
resting on his thigh, I turned away, memorising the image and pulled the
curtain open, pushing open the window, turning to him once again,

`How do you know about me?

He broke into a broad grin and winked

`Ahh, that you will have to work out'

I was about to speak again, when the corridor light came on, I had been
having too much fun, I hadn't heard her coming up the stairs hurriedly I
transformed once more and fluttered out of the window, his words following
me.

`Love you, safe flight'

I chuckled inwardly and headed back towards the manor.


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