My Eternal Companion

Literally thousands of years.

I've seen empires rise and fall. Drank the blood of Julius Caesar after Brutus and the rest of the Roman Senate sank their daggers in. I moved to the New World and witnessed revolution, as thousands of "Americans" sank metaphorical daggers into the English rulers. You mortals always find a reason to kill your rulers in the hope of a new and better world.

And don't misunderstand me. I've made companions before. You cannot be alive as long as I and not seek to slake the loneliness somehow. Peasant girls who wanted to avoid the plague, French aristocratic brats who wanted to stay young and beautiful forever, to vampire fan girls from 20 years ago (seriously, Anne Rice, you couldn't just leave me to be the terror behind the shadows? You HAD to give us FEELINGS...yuck).

But this one. She was special. I didn't know why. I didn't understand why I wanted her. I'm too old to even remember when the night took me forever, and SHE-SHE HAD to make me FEEL (Seriously, I usually try to avoid the base vernacular, but fuck you, Anne Rice, you started this shit...sparkly, day-walking, VEGETARIAN vampires all started with you).

Okay. Tamping that back down now. Weird how suddenly not only am I overcome with-ugh-feelings, but i'm more angry about the representation of my kind than I ever have been. Not sure what that's about. She begged me to write my thoughts, and so I am. What has become of me.

I blame her. It's all her fault. I may finally understand why all of the companions I have made before didn't work. She...adapted so well to the change. It was almost as if she had been waiting for me. She's...more predatory than me, more able to blend with them, more of everything than I have ever seen. And she's making me adapt to keep up with her. And I *want* to...what is that about? She was supposed to help me with my desires of the flesh for as long as she could stay sane. But I don't think she'll go crazy. She may stay with me in the night forever.

I've never loved another until now.

What would she want me to say? She'd want me to write why I feel for her, what about her was different than the others. At first, she wasn't. She was collected to help me deal with a decade-long case of, what she would call, blue-balls(?). Weird that out of all the things that change about you physically when you turn, the need to fuck is never completely removed. It's always second to the need to feed, but it's there. Sometimes it's fun to play with your food, but sometimes you need something more...tender. She was brought before me, and I pleased her until she wanted to be taken, though it's hard to know how much of that was from my touching her body and how much is the aura that I've developed over the years. When she awoke, turned...she didn't cry. She didn't thank me until I was disgusted with myself and her. She...gazed at the world with amazement and asked questions I never thought to ask.

"How much do we need to drink every night?"

"How dark can it be until we cannot see?"

"When will my aura be as strong as yours?"

"Can I go back to work?"

"When will you teach me to hunt?"

I cannot think of a single companion that wanted to learn how to hunt. The hunger took them too fast. Or they were overcome with all of the new sensations and it either drove them mad or they attacked me to find relief in sex. But she wanted to learn.

And so I taught her.

At first it was simple. Back alleys and the forgotten. Weird how there is always so many humans who are overlooked, undervalued, and easy to feed upon. But then she wanted to really hunt. To blend back into the mortals and bring them home. She discovered quickly that her allure could be used to her advantage. It was easy to entice men to let their guard down around her, and before they knew it, she would set upon them.

But as these few years have passed, she grew even more bold. She began to explore not only her predatory instincts, but her lusts as well. Years of living with the mortals of this world describing her as "plain", and their repression of sexual expression held her back from a whole world of delights. I allowed her all the freedom to make requests of me while she discovered her fetishes and kinks. We started slowly with more of our first encounter (which she told me she wrote and shared with followers on a website). She learned that her new strength allowed her take a deeper, harder pounding. She asked me to pin her down, and sometimes she would hold me down (not something she can easily do without my compliance). Her fangs have tasted my flesh in many places. I have fucked her mouth until I came straight into her belly. She has bounced on my body so hard that we had to send my familiar to purchase a reinforced bed frame. She has told me to fuck her ass until her head slammed through the wall. We have broken chains, scratched until we needed to feed an additional time to heal. She begs me to make her cum until the bed chamber echoes for hours with her cries of ecstasy.

Her desires are always fulfilled. I've never fucked a companion so much in my life. But as I told you, she is a perfect vampire. And her sexual skills are matched by her hunting ability. It wasn't too long that she brought back her first kill to our home. She wanted him to watch us. Not the first time I would be on display in such a manner, but I questioned her motivation. "Someone else needs to know how good you are to my body. Someone from the mortal world needs to know what they missed out on by calling me 'plain'. I want to rub his nose in the pussy he'll never have, then I want to make that regret his final thought."

I'll never forget that cheeky smile, with just the hint of her fangs sliding over her canines. And so he watched. He watched me strip her down slowly, and display all of her naked body for him. Then she danced for us both, making me sit at the end of the bed while she rubbed her small breasts and made the best faces and noises. The moans she let out were as though she were already sliding my cock into her wet pussy. And make no mistake, she was wet. She'd squat in just the right way, sliding her hands down her thin frame, over her belly button, and dip a finger into her folds. It was so wet that she brought it to her nipples to rub it around and make them good and hard.

Then she came to me, rubbing her hands and naked body all over mine. She turned around to rub her ass (small, but so easy to cup in my hands) on my already rock hard cock, while staring hungrily at her prey (whether or not it was actual hunger or not was never known to me, and made no difference to the hapless victim). Her teasing of the human was too much for me, and I reached up to wrap my hands around her, holding her belly and cupping one of those small tits in my hands. I nibbled at her neck and she threw her head back and placed her hands on mine.

She encouraged me to move a hand down her body to find her pussy with one hand. My fingers easily found her clit and I teased it with the gentlest of touches. She used her fingers to open it wider as she sat more in my lap and placed her feet on either side of my legs and splay her vagina open for this stranger in our room. I took advantage of the new position to slide my head under an arm and move her around so I could slip a nipple between my lips. And while I was rolling it around, I found her pussy and slid a finger inside her.

At this point her moans were beginning to deepen as the combination of my fingers, my mouth, and the excitement of our vouyer's attention began to drive her toward her first orgasm. Quickly her hand grabbed mine to push my fingers deeper inside her and rub her clit on my palm, moving her pussy to frantically fuck herself. And with a quick movement she slammed into my lap and quivered as she came in glorious fashion.

She heaved on me for a moment before regaining her mind. Now she was determined to drive her quarry mad with desire. So she gave him another hungry look, locking eyes with him. Her aura was not as developed as mine, but she could draw attention toward herself and make sure it didn't break until she wanted it to. It was this skill she used now, so she knew he'd be watching as she turned her back on him to face me.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

"More than any being I have ever known, alive or undead," I replied in a hushed breath.

She pulled my shirt over my head. For a while, her eyes lingered on my pale flesh with a look that belied her lust for me. She slid her hands down my body as if it was her own, then hooked a finger in either side of my pants to pull them off. Again her eyes lingered as she admired my dick, hard and throbbing, waiting for whatever she had planned. This poor mortal would never know the feeling of her moist places, but I would, and that thought pumped even more of the stolen blood in my body to make my cock pulse slightly.

She grabbed my erect member in her hand, then spun back to face the prey. Without moving me from my position, she slid back against me and sat down, sliding my cock inside her. She then began to move in little circles, rocking me inside her to find all the spots on every wall of her womanhood. I just had to lean back on my arms and let her fuck me and continue to draw the human's attention. At some point she moved her legs back so they lay on either side of me and she could bend forward just a little as she added and up and down motion to her little circles.

This, this was where the surprise happened. I could barely notice as she began to pick up speed, but at some point her guest had pulled out his dick and was stroking it to the movements he was watching. She noticed first though. I do not know what kind of face she made, but I can imagine it was delight and excitement, because he smiled lustfully at her. Her hand moved from my knee where it was resting and beckoned him to approach. I had no clue what her plans were. I just thought that she wanted to explore a bit of exhibitionism tonight, so I wasn't prepared when she grabbed him by the cock and began stroking him in time to her gyrations.

I might have told her to stop, but she asked me to trust her. She looked back at me while she continued to work on us both and gave me the most devious smile, and in that moment I knew the fate of this poor human was sealed. She turned back to him and leaned even further forward, now positively bouncing on me, pushing the reinforced bed to the limit. She kissed his dick just a bit, then took the head past her lips. The look on his face was pure surprise. He thought that he would only be watching. It seems she had so much more in mind. Further and further she took him in with every thrust, now urging me with her movements to pound up inside her until I reached her deepest spots. I could feel the cum ready to fill her, but I wanted to wait for the moment I knew was fast approaching. She sucked and sucked on his cock until he was ready to explode. And when his breathing reached its climax and he came in her mouth, her fangs descended and sank into his dick.

She had pushed him to the limit before she began to drain him, and just like our first night, he was a willing victim in the end just as she was those months ago. She drained every last drop of semen and blood. And while she sucked and filled herself, I pumped her body so full of cum that it was pushing its way out of her body past my still pulsing cock, covering me with a mixture of our juices.

When her meal had fallen to the floor from lack of blood, she leaned forward with him as he dropped. It was hard for me not to try to fuck her again, but she lifted her head and offered the rest of the meal for me. With all the blood I used fucking her, I needed a little more for the night, so I did drink from his wrist until he was drained. When I was finished, I sat up and stared at my love, blood and cum still dripping from her fangs, and I knew that she would push me to be more. More vampire, more human, more passionate, more predatory, just...more.

"Next time, I wanna watch you," she said.

This city-nay, this world-isn't ready for us.