Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2020 23:52:17 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre Part 26

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`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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Vampyre - Part Twenty Six



Mortals never realise, being an undead being isn't all fun, as I flew back
the sky was turning stormy and I found myself struggling against a
headwind, yes a headwind, relieved when the Manor finally came into view
and exhausted, I headed for the window of the Great hall, I had flown from;
fuck it was shut, who had closed that, bollocks, I flew round to the
kitchen door and transformed back, now the bloody door was locked, I
hammered on it with my fist, the light in the kitchen came on.

`Who is it?

`Open the bloody door Pyotr'

I heard first the lock being undone and then the bolt being pulled back,
the door creaked open, I pushed my way in.

`Oh sorry, I didn't realise you were out, when I locked up I saw there was
someone asleep in your bed I thought it was you'

I didn't answer, I had been caught bang to rights, I was going to enter his
mind and see what he was thinking, but that wouldn't have been fair; I was
a dirty stop out. I headed to my bedroom, hearing the door being relocked
as I left, Pyotr was right, there was a figure asleep on my bed, I stripped
off and gently lifting the duvet I slid in, my bed companion, grunted and
turned over facing me, ahh it was Gunther

`Hello Sir, sorry did I get the wrong night' he yawned, his face breaking
into a broad smile.

Damn I had forgotten, I was supposed to be beginning his conversion
tonight, well that wasn't going to happen now, Chris had drained my balls
well.

`My fault, I got delayed' I said as I snuggled up to him, `we can start
tomorrow night'

`Moechten Sie dass ich gehe?'

Oh I love spoken German, and how respectful he was, using formal address
towards me; what idiot was it who said he only spoke German to his horse
and French to his lovers, give me German every time.

`No of course, I don't want you to go' I whispered

Pulling myself up and leaning forward over him, I ran my fingers through
his blond crewcut, as I kissed him, he turned himself more to face me,
stroking my cheek and kissed me back, rolling me on to my back and
manoeuvring himself on top of me, he pushed his mouth to mine once more,
his tongue easing itself, with little resistance from me between my lips,
as first his right leg and then his left eased mine apart, one hand
gripping my neck the other stroking along myside. Our lips parted and he
raised himself smiling down at me, his beautiful eyes sparkling in the
early dawn light.

`Ich liebe Sie. Jetzt lehnen Sie sich zuruck und geniessen Sie, mein Herr'
The words slipped from his lips `I love you, now lay back and enjoy
Sir'. Our mouths joined once more our tongues tangling with more urgency,
he adjusted his hips moving closer into me, I felt his hard cock push
against my balls; fuck it was a beast, he gently nudged it into my balls a
few times, instinctively I could feel myself lifting my hips, feeling his
cock push under my balls and smear it's precum along my taint, feelings of
pleasure rushed through me, I raised my hips more, spreading my legs
wider. He grinned down at me, his chest a slab of hard muscle, I let my
fingers run down to the column of hair which formed dividing his abs, I
curled it round my fingers, dropping my hand lower till I was gripping his
thick hard shaft, I positioned it at my hole, tingling as his oozing precum
dabbed that most sensitive spot.

`Noch nicht mein Herr, zuerst das'

Gunther took hold of my hands, kissed each in turn and pushed them apart
and back flat either side of my head, my own senses became aware of the
fresh smell of sweat from my now exposed armpits, he was still smiling down
at me, I moaned pushing my ass back on his fat oozing bellend, he moved
back slightly stopping me impaling myself on it, he grinned and chuckled
again.

`Stop teasing me' I moaned

As I tried to push my hole against his cock again

`Noch nicht mein Herr, zuerst das' he repeated,

Then slowly in his guttural English

`Not yet Sir, first this'

He moved his head down to my exposed right pit, pushing his face deep into
the hair, his tongue licking against my skin, I felt my head flop back on
to the bed, my brain enjoying the sensations his tongue was giving me, he
ate my pits for several minutes, my sweat and scent driving him harder and
harder, he lifted himself again, a broad grin across his face, sated, he
lent down and kissed me again. He sat back up and his hands gripped my legs
under my knees, he lifted me as he shuffled forward, I felt his bellend at
my hole once more, he began lowering me back down, he sat up his hips
rolling forward increasing the pressure his shaft was applying to my hole,
his precum had done its job, a gasp, a groan and his bellend popped into
me, I wrapped my legs round his waist as he waited for my hole to get used
to his thick cockhead, for the moment he was in charge.

He slowed lent forward again, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his cock
sank deep into me, in my ecstasy I could feel his short pubes hard up
against my taint. Our tongues set up a rhythm and his hips began to work in
unison, skewering my hole on his cock, slowly to start with his thrusts,
became more and more intense, our tongues locked in harmony, his arms
alongside my head his hands holding my cheeks as he ploughed me harder and
harder. I heard myself grunting like a bitch in heat as he fucked me, his
thick ten inches was just what I needed, he pounded away the stress of the
day. I could feel my hole getting stretched and puffy, time to take
control, I flipped him over using my Vampiric strength, the look of
surprise on his face a picture as he suddenly found himself staring up at
me, I drew up my legs so my feet where flat against the bed steading myself
with my hands behind me on his legs I slowly began rising up and down,
riding his shaft, dragging myself up to just below his bellend and then
dropping back on to his balls, I could tell it was working, his breathing
had altered, a slight gasp escaping his lips each time my upstroke reached
his bellend. His face now a study of concentration

`Bitte langsam, langsam, bitte'

Now any decent person would probably have slowed down as he pleaded, he had
even added a `please' in but not me, I increased the speed, his gasps
increasing as he gripped my hips, trying forcibly to slow me down; this guy
was really trying not to cum. I changed my rhythm catching him off guard,
he lost it, his thigh muscles tensed under my grip and with his eyes
screwed tight shut, his face contorted, I felt his cum powering up his
thick cock shaft then being blasted out of his spasming cockhead deep
inside me.

I sat grinning down at him, he slowly opened his eyes, deep blue bottomless
pools, he looked into my eyes he looked concerned

`Sorry Sir, I couldn't stop myself'

There was that horny German accent again, I thought about teasing him, but
I couldn't that fuck was amazing, I smiled down at him and lent forward and
kissed him one more time. I eased myself off of his deflating cock and
moved alongside him on the bed, he propped, his shoulders and head up on
his elbows, looking directly at me

`Do you want to feed now, Sir'

`No I am fine, tomorrow, now up you get and let me catch up on some sleep'

He nodded, suddenly back to being his formal German self, he jumped out of
the bed, turned to face me, standing to attention, practically clicking his
heels together and nodding again. I lay watching his 6'4" frame bend and
pick up his clothes, his still swollen fat cock and balls swinging as he
left the room. I turned over and snuggled into the duvet, sleep came
quickly.

I got up around twelve midday, showered; yes we shower and yes I know they
never show it on films, and then made my way down to the kitchen, passing
Zeke's closed bedroom door as I went, entering the kitchen, I saw Pyotr by
the sink and Ian and Gunther seated at the table, once again Gunther leapt
up

`Good morning Sir' he barked, standing to attention again.

I would have to try and get him to calm down, the other two just nodded at
me, now I wasn't sure I thought that was enough of a greeting either, they
were opposite extremes of each other, I decided to go with the flow.

`Everything okay?' I asked, no one in particular

Gunther looked at Pyotr and Ian, he knew they technically out ranked him in
the house hierarchy and should be answering me. There was a sort of a uhumm
noise, from one of them, whatever it was I had had enough. This open
disrespect was an issue I had been becoming increasingly aware of, but it
was stopping now.

`Gentlemen, I am not sure what is going on here, BUT, I am not impressed,
Gunther, can you give us some space please'

Gunther nodded and left the room, Boyra and Zoltan sensing my anger moved
up to positions either side of me.

`Gentlemen when I ask a fucking question, I expect an answer, I don't care
who gives it, BUT I EXPECT A FUCKING ANSWER, I am not the hired help, I
fucking own the place, now Pyotr, what is going on?

I could feel my eyes bronzing over, as he slowly turned to face me, Ian had
jumped up and was standing to attention too, he went to speak, I held my
hand up to silence him.

`Ian leave us'

I waited until Ian had left the room too, Pyotr was now facing me face on.

`Well Pyotr, what is going on, you have been acting strangely since you saw
the painting of me in my SS SD uniform, I know it upset you, but I thought
I had explained all that, I am obviously wrong, BUT, I will not tolerate
this disrespect, especially in front of other staff, what have you got to
say, explain yourself?'

`I prefer not to'

I could feel my eyes flashing to red

`I prefer not to, SIR' I barked at him

He stood staring at me, not a hint of remorse or respect on his face, it
was more like he was challenging me, I need some time to think.

`Get out, you are confined to your room'

He stood stock still, I held his gaze.

`I said GET OUT'

He slowly turned and left the kitchen, what the fuck was going on, what was
all that about, I called for Ian.

`Yes Sir'

He said coming back into the kitchen, that was more like it.

`I noticed Zeke's door is still closed, how is he? Has he fed?

Ian looked at me closely

`I am afraid not good Sir, he is still refusing to feed. I have made myself
available to him'

`Yes I am sure you are doing all you can, keep me informed will you,
hopefully he is calming down a bit now'

I could tell from Ian's silence that might not be the case. It was times
like this, that I wished I had a partner or someone I could trust to run
ideas past, so much for all the `knowledge of ages' if I had no idea what
to do and now with Pyotr added to my list of problems, I wondered where
Montfort was, I didn't like contacting him, it looked like I couldn't cope,
but then again he was nearly 600 years old twice my age, perhaps he would
have an idea what to do. I finally got hold of him and told him the whole
sorry tale of Mark, Zeke and now Pyotr, strangely it was Pyotr's actions
which worried him most, the last part of our conversation replaying in my
head.

`You don't think Pyotr has been got at do you? Are you sure you are safe
with him still in the Manor, can you trust him?

`But he is my familiar, surely he can't hurt me?

`Do not be so sure, there have been cases of familiars staking their
Masters, who else gets so close and is trusted so much'

I felt a shiver go down my spine, here I was sitting with my back to the
door, I got up and closed it, first having a quick check in the corridor;
no one about.

`Jonathon are you there? Are you there man?'

`Yes sorry I was just closing the door, so what do you suggest, Montfort'

`Thank god for that, I was about to call security. Well you really need to
find out what is bothering him, then you will know what's to be done'

`I see, it is just so strange, he continues to carry out his duties
perfectly, but there is no respect, not since he saw that bloody painting
of me in an SS uniform'.

`I think you need to speak to him again, but take security or the dogs with
you, then it is down to him, he either wants to stay or he wants to leave'

`Can he leave? You mean I just let him leave, when he knows so much about
us'

`Jonathon, you know the answer to that one, without asking me, right I have
to go, keep me informed of events, bye for now'

The phone clicked off

`Dogs to me'

Boyra and Zoltan rushed to my side as I reached the door, I had better get
Martin my security chief, I gave him the briefest of details and asked him
to wait outside the door and come in if he heard any form of disturbance,
we then moved up to Pyotr's room, I knocked on the door.

`Come in'

I opened the door, Zoltan moved in front of me and entered the room first,
I followed with Boyra at my side, Martin nodded and took up his position
outside in the corridor. Pyotr was sitting in front of his fire place, I
made my way over to him.

`May I sit down?

`As you said you own the place, do what you want'

`Pyotr, please, what is going on, please tell me and if I can sort it I
will, but unless you tell me, I can do nothing'

He looked straight at me, his eyes burrowing into mine.

`I want to leave, I want to be released from serving you'

`Can I ask why?

`I would rather not say'

`Pyotr you are not making this very easy, I cannot just let you leave, you
know too much'

I sat watching as he got out of his chair and went over to the fire place,
he put his hands up on to the mantelpiece. I was trying to think what to
say next, when he spun round, he bounded across the room at my chair,
startled for a moment, I noticed the piece of wood in his hand

`Well then, it will have to be this way'

He screamed as he lunged at me, Christ I had forgotten everything Montfort
had told me, I was stuck sitting in a chair, I pulled up my arms and legs,
hoping they would protect me, I felt myself and the chair falling sideways,
Pyotr inches from me, I opened my eyes to see Zoltan and Boyra had both
collided with Pyotr and my chair knocking him and me and the chair to the
ground, from behind me I heard the door burst open and then the deafening
sound of a gunfire in a confined space. In following moments of confusion
as I attempted to get up, I could hear Martin shouting and Zoltan
whimpering, another gunshot rang out, I managed to get myself up off the
floor, Martin was moving from Pyotr's lifeless body over to Zoltan, He
knelt down and pressed his hand tightly against the dogs side, Pyotr lay
lifeless a couple of feet away, the force of the bullets knocking him
backwards away from me and Martin's final shot ensuring he didn't move
again.

`Are you okay Sir, help me, I have hit Zoltan'

Martin shouted at me, I shook myself out of my daze and was beside him in
an instant, blood was seeping from a wound on Zoltan's side, he was
whimpering pitifully, Boyra stood inches away, whimpering too. I quickly
checked Boyra over, he was unharmed.

`We have to get Zoltan to a vet' Martin shouted

As he attempted to lift him.

`There is no time for that, move out of the way' I had my voice back.

I knelt down beside my beloved Zoltan, who said men don't cry, my tears
dropped on to his coat as I went into my pocket for my silver box.

`Hang in there fella'

I was aware that we had now been joined by two of the other on duty
security guards, Martin was barking orders at them, I heard Gunther's
voice, they weren't letting him into the room, he wasn't taking it well.

`Let him in' I shouted over my shoulder

Gunther joined me by Zoltan, I opened the silver box and took out the nail
blade, Gunther seeing the blade gave me a concerned look.

`It's for me'

I reassured him as I cut across my palm, my blood black and thick oozed out
of the cut, I held my palm open to Zoltan's mouth

`Lick it up fella, lick it up'

I helped smearing it in on to his tongue and into his mouth, he was very
weak, god I hoped this worked on animals; healing as it does us, Boyra
pushed in beside us, whimpering to his friend.

`Only time will tell now'

I suppose I was speaking to Gunther, no one else was near, or maybe I was
trying to reassure myself.


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