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The sun began to set and as it did we stirred.
Friar Essex was dead, his lifeless body lying a few feet away. The
centuries he had lived caught up with him and his body was little more
than paper-thin skin and dissolving flesh. His decomposing body
looked centuries old even though it had only been a few hours since his
death. Collette sat up and thought to me, it is time.
Yes, I agreed.
She climbed to her feet and pulled me to mine.
I looked at her; she seemed tired, as if the centuries of life had finally
come calling to invite her into eternal rest. She held my hand
tightly, squeezing it for comfort and support. Let's go home, she
thought to me, I want to die in my castle.
I smiled wanly at her and agreed, whatever you
want.
We left the
church arm in arm. The townspeople had begun to filter slowly back
towards their homes. Fire brigades had assembled and the homes that
Friar Essex had destroyed were no longer burning; merely smoldering piles
of charred wood and ash. Friends were assisting friends and before
the town was a distant memory behind us the people without homes were
taken care of.
We walked home slowly, our arms intertwined.
We said nothing, each of us lost in the memories of the day and the death
of Friar Essex. I felt a sense of foreboding in Collette, as if the
thought of her death was weighing heavily on her. I pulled her
closer to me and she rested her head on my shoulder, taking comfort in my
warm gesture.
The sun had set and the stars were shining down
brightly. It was as if every constellation was present and staring
down at us. Could it be that she was about to join their ranks as
the Greek civilization once believed? I smiled at the thought of
Collette watching over me until I chose my successor and allowed them to send
my into the realm of forever night.
I felt her grip me tighter.
The castle
appeared before us; emerging like an apparition in the night. It was
a warm and welcome sight and my eyes lit up at seeing it. We were
home; Friar Essex defeated. The ocean sounded subdued as it gingerly
lapped the shoreline. It was as if even the ocean was mourning the
upcoming loss of Collette's immortality. The wind sighed and tussled our
hair affectionately.
Stepping inside, Collette turned her back on the
elements; never to witness them again.
Brian met us at the door, smiling happily.
"I am so glad to see you," he beamed, his eyes sparkling, the
candlelight dancing in his blue orbs. "I was worried," he
said, sounding anything but.
Collette smiled weakly, "Friar Essex is
dead." She exhaled and said to Brian, "I am hungry.
Please make us some lobster."
A final meal? I asked.
She thought back, yes.
Her answer was
short and honest; it was to be her last meal on this earth. Did she
feel like a condemned man choosing her last meal before being led to the
gallows? She knew that before morning she would be dead, that her
immortality would end today. I could feel as sense of relief about
her. It was as if the thought of her death, while hard for me, was a
comfort to her.
It is.
She was ready and once again informed me of the
fact. I would honor my promise and kill her, sending her to blissful
eternity as she requested. The cycle of her life would be complete;
mortal, immortal, successor and finally death. I drew in a deep
breath and exhaled slowly. How are we going to do this? I asked.
With a stake. She turned and smiled at me, a giggle
escaping her red lips.
Her response was
plain and I could tell by her words that she did not want to talk about
it. As I would honor her request for death, so would I honor her
request for silence. I would wait for her to bring it up. I
reached out with my mind and asked Brian, "how long until dinner,
Brian?" I asked him.
I heard his reply, "thirty minutes."
"Thank you," I replied. Turning my
attention back to Collette I thought to her, we have half an hour until
dinner. This night is yours. Is there anything you would like?
She smiled at me, a look of passion and need dancing
in her dark orbs, "yes," she purred aloud.
I knew that sound and smiled back, shall we head to
the bedroom?
She pushed me to the ground as we stood in the entry
hallway of the castle, no time, she thought to me as if toying with my
concern for her imminent demise. She stripped off her clothes and
with my lying on my back she sat on my face and I heard her words, three
orgasms before dinner or I will beat you.
And hidden from me she thought to herself,
don't worry, I will beat you anyway.
I wasted no
time; forcing my tongue to part her silken folds and slide into her
wetness. She purred above me in heated arousal and rotated her hips,
grinding her pussy against my face. Her pubic hair tickled my nose
and I struggled not to sneeze into her sex. Each breath I drew was
heavily scented with her arousal and I found my tongue driven by the
scent.
With my tongue buried in her pussy I began spiraling
it in large circles. Round and round I spun my tongue and above me Collette
moaned in delight. I quickly brought her to orgasm, her screams,
though muffled by her thighs, reaching my ears.
The clock was ticking and even though she came and
bucked against my face, I did not stop the sinewy motion of my
tongue. I continued to pleasure her with my tongue, twisting it as
it probed the moist interior of her sex. Collette continued to moan and
soon her hips were rising from my face only to fall back down onto my
tongue. She gasped and came loudly, her hands scratching my
shoulders; drawing blood.
Her body bucked
against my tongue and quickly I brought her to the third orgasm. Her
body spasmed and her thighs clamped my face. She screamed in delight
and when her body calmed she stood up. She smiled down at me and
said mischievously, "too bad, that took thirty two
minutes." She giggled in merriment and pulled me to my
feet. "You know what that means, don't you?"
"Yes, mistress," I said, dropping my head.
She giggled. Then, holding back her mirth, she
said, "let's go eat."
It had only been twenty minutes since Collette had sat
on my face, but Brian was ready for us. The table was set for the
three of us with a candelabra burning a dozen candles lighting the
room. Collette's place was set at the head of the table and Brian and I
set up immediately next to her. On the table pots of steaming
vegetables and three large lobsters were sitting. It was as if they
were waiting for us. Collette took her seat and motioned for Brian and I
to take ours.
We ate the
delicious meal. Collette was making purring sounds as the food enflamed
her taste buds with pleasure. She dipped the lobster in a
lemon-butter sauce and the hot liquid ran down her soft chin and dripped
onto her lap. She giggled and smiled, purred and laughed; she was
ending her life with happiness and I was happy for her.
Collette took another bite of the succulent lobster and
smiled, "I am going to beat you." She looked at me and
smiled.
I nodded mutely.
She then turned to Brian, "I am going to beat
you, too."
"Yes, mistress," Brian swallowed heavily.
We finished the meal and when Brian stood to clean
the dishes, Collette stopped him. "That can be done later,
Brian," she said. "I want to hurt you two now."
She turned from Brian to me and back again, "follow me to the
bedroom."
In unison we said, "yes, mistress."
Collette led
the two of us down the short hallway and to the master suite. The
bed was made, blending with the floor flawlessly. The door shut
silently behind us after we entered and Collette spun around to face us.
"Drop to your knees and face each other. I want one to see the
pain on the other's face."
I sank to my knees, swallowing hard.
Brian fell to his knees and the two of
us rested on our hands and knees, facing each other. Collette stepped
behind me and said, "watch his face, Brian. You will be
next."
"Yes, mistress," he gulped.
And she began to beat me, using her
bare hand on my naked ass. The pain grew slowly, rising from a sharp
slap to a throbbing burning that radiated heat and caused me to gasp in
climbing agony. Still the blows fell, coming faster and faster until
I could no longer count them. I could only kneel there, rocking with
the force of her hands striking my ass and sobbing softly.
She slapped me until her hand hurt and
then she stopped. "Thank you," she said to me.
Through clenched
teeth I replied, "you are welcome." I looked at her and
melted in happiness. She was smiling, her face glowing in happiness
and ecstasy. She was shaking her hand and blowing on it occasionally
to ease the sting that if the pain in my ass was an indication, had to be
throbbing. She looked pleased and that looked pleased
me.
She stepped across the room and picked
up a large wooden paddle. As she crossed the room to step behind
Brian she said, "I'm sorry, Brian, but my hand hurts too much to
spank you with it." In my mind I heard, but I love the intimacy
it brings.
I beamed at her words.
She stood behind Brian and said,
"your turn."
Brian
swallowed. Standing behind Brian Collette raised her hand and said
aloud, "watch him." The paddle landed with an echoing
smack and Brian rocked forward and nearly hit my face with his head.
He gasped in pain and I saw a bit of spittle fall from his mouth and land
on the floor. With a weak voice through clenched teeth Brian gasped,
"one, mistress."
Collette moaned.
The paddle landed again and
again. Each time the paddle landed Brian hissed and thanked her,
counting them aloud. As the blows fell Collette grew more and more
excited until finally she dropped the paddle, dropped to the ground,
spread her legs and said aloud, "pleasure me."
Brian spun around and climbed between
Collette's spread thighs and began to lick her dripping softness. I
crawled on hands and knees and lowered my head to her breasts. I
licked her nipples, alternating between them as Brian continued to
pleasure her sex, driving his tongue into her pussy and spinning it in
elongated ovals. Collette moaned and gasped and gripped my hair with her
hands, her fingers becoming entangled in my hair.
Brian continued to lap at Collette's sex
while I licked and massaged her breasts. My tongue slid between the
valley of Collette's breasts, falling along the soft swell. I licked
between them and then slid my tongue up and began to lick Collette's neck. I
pressed firmly with my tongue, feeling the throbbing of her pulse and as I
licked I heard Collette moan and felt her body tense in orgasmic release.
She came loudly, her screams echoing in
the bedroom. She bucked against Brian's face and her teeth bared as
her words drifted to me, feed me.
I inched higher and bared my throat to
her. Her teeth sank into my skin and I hissed in pain as Collette pulled
my blood into her mouth. She drank deep and long and as my body grew
weak she stopped and slowly climbed to her feet to tower above the
crouched bodies of Brian and I. "That was wonderful," she
said aloud, "thank you."
"You are welcome, mistress,"
Brian said.
Collette
exhaled and walked slowly to the bed. She sank down on it for the
last time and thought to me, grab a stake and return to me. With a
sadness she said aloud, "it is time."
I nodded and climbed to my feet.
I left the bedroom and walked to the center foyer. Standing in front
of the large gate that led to the world beyond I stared at the crossed
stakes that had served as decorations for a century and would tonight be
used for their intended purpose, to end the life of a vampire. I had
seen the stakes countless times before but had not given them any thought.
That is until now.
History would end tonight with me
driving the wooden stake through Collette's breast and into her heart.
She would die, becoming nothing more than a memory to the people who knew
her and loved her. She was to die and become more immortal than she had
been before. She was to become immortalized in memory, and from
there she could never fade. She would die, and in that death, live
forever.
I
held my hand towards the decorative stake and watched sad-eyed as it
drifted to me. It felt heavy in my hand and pulsed with a life of
its own. It was like it was a living entity that knew it had been
summoned to attack. It weighed heavy on my conscious and as my
breath quickened, becoming weak gasps, I heard Collette in my mind, I want
this.
Resolve floated through me and I
carried the stake into the bedroom. Collette was looking at me with a
look that was a mixture of relief and sadness. She spoke aloud, the
last words she would ever speak, "thank you. You have been a
comfort to me, my ally and my friend. I shall never forget
you. Now," she swallowed, her throat pulsing, "do
it."
I sat on her thighs and nodded mutely.
Collette shut her eyes.
I drove the stake through her chest.
And Collette never reopened her eyes.
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