A Bite Of A Vampire’s Fate Part I

Tears of Fate Witch’s Brew  
TIBRADDEN MOUNTAIN  
Dublin, Ireland  
 
Dracon elongated his body on his paws as he stretched out his hind legs. He stood on all four legs and sniffed the mountaintop. He smelled Naynina’s presence in the wind. His paws rested on a boulder overlooking the top of the beautiful towering tress below.  
 
Tonight, he would strike Seneca’s fortress, bringing an end to his ruthless clan. He also knew it was his sole responsibility to provide safe passage for Naynina and himself back to Romania. Therefore, he will have to call upon his second nature of battling; his wolf clan. Hopefully, he had several allies within the forest grounds of Ireland. He knows it was a long shot to call upon anyone, other than his own wolf pack clan, but he already assumed the chips were stacks against him, and his private crusade.  
 
Dracon extended his neck upward and howled. His echoed howling sailed within the forestry depths. His pointed ears erected to the calling of a response.  
 
No one responded to the appeal.  
 
Dracon pivoted and sniffed the air once again. He turned to make his way down the mountaintop, until nightfall.  
 
Several wolves’ calls echoed in the far distance. Then the sound became deafening in harmony.  
 
Dracon’s mouth salivated for a planned victory come nightfall.  
 
INNISCORRIG CASTLE  
Dublin, Ireland  
 
Seneca looked across the dining room table. He sensed Naynina’s withdrew. He placed his eating utensils down near his place setting.  
 
“You want to talk about it.”  
 
Naynina looked up from her plate.  
 
“Pardon me.”  
 
“Baby, you have not touched your food. Is this mood displayed in such lovely features, in part to Dracon’s death?”  
 
“It has everything to do with Dracon. He was once my husband, according to him, in another lifetime.”  
 
“Wait a minute; you appear as if you have no recollection of your union with Dracon.”  
 
“Days ago, I had a little accident, to make a long story short, my memory is vague at times.”  
 
“Yet, you remember me.”  
 
“Yes, and no.”  
 
“You want to explain the no part of that statement.”  
 
“I can feel your pressure upon me, your voice, your touch; however, I can’t place the time, it draws a black space within the corridors of my mind.”  
 
“Come here, Naynina.”  
 
Naynina scooted her chair back and rose from her seat. She walked the length of the dining room table.  
 
Seneca scooted his chair back.  
 
“Sit.”  
 
He patted his lap.  
 
Naynina lifted her gown and straddled Seneca’s lap.  
 
Seneca’s hand extended behind Naynina’s neck. He unclasped the small rhinestone to her gown.  
 
Naynina’s gown sagged down under breasts.  
 
“Do you remember this, Naynina.” Seneca slowly drugged the back of his hand down Naynina’s chest. He captured her eyes. “You remember my touch.”  
 
“Yes,” Naynina whispered.  
 
Seneca leaned his face inward and licked over one of Naynina’s breasts. His tongue gently plucked at the light-brownish peak. He inched back and looked up.  
 
“You are still beautiful from the first time I laid eyes on you; you taste sweet as the first day you laid in my bed.” He leaned his face upward and kissed under chin.  
 
“You remember any of the times we were ever together.”  
 
“Umm, I remember; maybe you should continue, until my memory totally returns.”  
 
“I think the lady is right.”  
 
Seneca with one hand, swiped everything from off the table onto the Italian marble floor. He lifted his finger in the air and circled it. The Morocco door to the dining room instantly closed. He stood and leaned over.  
 
Naynina’s back landed on the smoke glass table. She unwrapped her legs from around Seneca’s back.  
 
Seneca pulled Naynina gown down her body.  
 
Naynina lifted her buttocks as Seneca slid her gown down her legs.  
 
Naynina’s gown landed on the floor.  
 
Seneca took off his suit jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair. He reclaimed his chair; he scooted his chair up. Seneca gapped Naynina’s legs open. He kissed over her inner thigh. He lifted her legs and placed the heels of her stilettoes on both shoulder blades. He palmed the sides of her hips and pulled her downward. He kissed the other thigh; he buried his nostrils within the opening of her pussy. He tenderly licked over the opening.  
 
“Mm,” Naynina moaned. She arched her back behind the intimate touch.  
 
Seneca fingered Naynina’s pussy. His tongue hardened and then extended beyond normal measurement. He swirled the tip through her fine downy hairs. He divided the orifice of her womanhood and swiftly darted his tongue inside of her.  
 
Naynina’s palm instantly made a home on top of Seneca’s head.  
 
Seneca wiggled his tongue side-to-side inside as his mouth region blanketed the opening; he suckled Naynina’s vaginal juices.  
 
“Oh…Se…neca.”  
 
Naynina pressed Seneca’s head down. Her back repeatedly flapped the landing of the table.  
 
The width and length of Seneca’s tongue inched farther inside of her, hitting the wet center core.  
 
“Oh…yes…yes, I do re…member this.”  
 
Naynina took her free hand and palmed her breast. She seesawed the face of her pussy as Seneca’s tongue was drilling inside of her.  
 
“Sh..it.”  
 
Naynina squeezed her breast tighter.  
 
Seneca’s nails dug deeper inside Naynina’s skin amid him pleasing her.  
 
“Here…oh…Seneca don’t stoppppppp.”  
 
Naynina arched her back and then relaxed it. Her climax ballooned, crested to the surface, and then contracted; the liquidly juices twirled around Seneca’s tongue.  
 
“Mm.” Naynina closed her eyes as she cried out.  
 
Seneca sapped Naynina’s vaginal juices. He withdrew his tongue and then kissed around the glistening downy hairs. He kissed the opening. He palmed the outside of her leg and kissed over her inner thigh. His tongue reshaped to its normal stance. He licked over Naynina’s inner thigh. Seneca’s fangs slowly descended. He bobbled his head backwards and then forward. He concealed his fangs inside Naynina’s thigh. Seneca began to immediately suckle Naynina’s blood. The scent of her sex drove him insane. He sucked faster. His fangs sinking deeper. He consumed her blood in a matter of seconds  
 
Naynina’s mind was going in and out of conscious. She heard several voices murmuring. Her blood was being drained from her artery at an alarming pace, something her body was not quite accustomed too, placing her body under duress. She swore she saw various faces, other than Seneca’s presence seated between her thighs; her legs were numb from dangling off the table. She then felt several more fangs sinking into both of her inner thighs. She was too weak to cry out or protest. She passed out on the table.  
 
TIBRADDEN WOOD (PINE FOREST)  
Dublin, Ireland  
 
Dracon roamed deep within the forest. He looked up toward the fading sunset. He heard broken branches being crushed under the weight of a human or foe. He crouched down and sniffed the air.  
 
The anomalous scent was unbecoming to his keen senses.  
 
“Come out beast.”  
 
Dracon tuned his wolf’s ear.  
 
“I hear you breathing little one.”  
 
Dracon transformed slowly from beast to human form. He was ready to do battle with a human; he looked down, naked.  
 
“The one who whispers beyond a veil, show your face.”  
 
An old wither worn faced woman stepped from behind a Oak tree bark.  
 
Dracon took in the old woman’s tattered appearance. Her eyes were pure white in color; matching the color of her long straight hair; which, curtained her back, resting just above her ankles. Her black gown was laced, highlighting the disfigurement of her posture. Her weight was supported by a black staff positioned at her side. Dracon’s eyes took in the woman’s headdress; a white skull protruding, ingrained with several black feather, proudly donned her head. He noticed she walked the forest barefooted.  
 
“You must follow me.”  
 
“And why would I do that, witch.”  
 
“I must prepare you for battle.”  
 
“Who are you.”  
 
“The balance of fate.”  
 
“I suggest you leave; I am hungering for blood, and you have less than two seconds, before, you become my dinner.”  
 
“All in due time. I have been summoned; my Naynina is in trouble.”  
 
“What did you just say, witch.”  
 
The woman pitched an empty hand at Dracon.  
 
Dracon’s body was consumed with a hot fire. His body slumped, landing on a bed of soft moss.  
 
The witch hurried over to where Dracon laid. She scooped his body up and positioned him over her shoulder. She slowly made it through the forest, supported by her staff.  
 
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