"Julian," he'd heard a whisper at his door, which was opened a crack. At first, he thought it was his little sister Louise.

Already in his bed and completely naked, Julian responded, "Go away. I'm sleeping." His own hand gripped his large cock-ready to take what pleasure he could there in the dark.

He heard a soft, low chuckle and realized with a start this was not his sister. The door opened, and Adrienne slipped in silently. She was dressed in white lace, her breasts now free of their boned corset and heavily staid bodice. Her hair was loose, streaming past her shoulders like a dark waterfall. Against the backdrop of a setting moon she looked like nothing so much as an angel, fallen from the heavens.

Julian gasped. He'd never had a woman in his rooms, never dared. "Comtesse!" he said, dumbfounded.

"Julian, please call me Adrienne." She moved swiftly toward him, speaking in a low, seductive voice. "Don't worry, my love. No one saw me come in. I can be very discreet when I so choose. I have a gift that way." She smiled enigmatically.

Julian was conflicted. His father would not be pleased to find a woman in Julian's chambers, and he suspected Andre would be especially possessive of this particular woman. Julian started to protest, "My father-"

"Is sleeping soundly, I assure you." Adrienne was at his bedside now, kneeling next to him. Something in her tone calmed Julian. He wanted to believe that it was safe to have her here, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't have cared. She was too beautiful, and his good fortune seemed boundless now that she was in the room. Let him pay the price later. He must have her.

Ah, and what a price he'd paid. Would he have had it any other way, knowing now that she was going to end his mortal life that night? When she had seduced him, he'd found an ecstasy he had never dreamed of, as her long pale fingers unlocked the sensual secrets of lovemaking for him.

She'd dropped the lacey garments, revealing her rounded supple body in its perfection. Her breasts were full and lush, the tips glistening in the moonlight. She actually lifted them with her hands, offering herself to Julian. He didn't need a second invitation, but fell upon her, sucking like a greedy babe.

She laughed, a low sensuous sound, but Julian could barely hear her over the roaring of his own blood. When she climbed over him, just the touch of her satin thighs against his bare penis sent an explosion of pleasure coursing through him, and he spurted his seed against her. "Such a boy," she crooned, laughing still. Julian blushed, ashamed of his over-eager body, but Adrienne only shook her head, smiling and laid a finger on his lips.

"Hush, then, my love. To me, this is only a testament of your desire. A high compliment indeed, from such a strong and beautiful lover." Even his premature ejaculation had been made to seem like something sexy and powerful. Julian felt his blood burn hot as her cool fingers took his member, massaging him skillfully so that within moments he was again erect.

Perhaps it was his own shame at having behaved like a boy or his own natural dominant impulses, which had so far only been tested with his farm-girl lovers. Whatever the reason, Julian felt his passion rising on a tide of vengeful lust. Who was this woman, who came to his bed unbidden and had her way with him? He was a man and she a mere woman! Flipping her easily off him, he loomed up; his strong, young form hard and taut over her supple, impossible perfection. He stared down at her alabaster beauty, at the full, rounded breasts with pale-tipped nipples jutting toward him like an offering, at the smooth curve of her rounded belly. Adrienne laid still, her mouth hiding a barely suppressed smile that only egged Julian on. Roughly his lips met hers, tearing a kiss from her as he pulled her body up to his, feeling her firm, large breasts mash against his chest. Desire seared through him like a flame.

Adrienne responded to his kiss, her tongue seeking his as she murmured and moaned against his mouth. He let her go, dropping her back down to the bed as he rose over her again, prepared this time to take her like a man. But something in her face, in her fingers reaching up to smooth his cheek gave him pause. Somehow, she silently commanded him to lie back and he obeyed, barely aware of what was happening, only that he must have her.

Keeping her eyes upon his, Adrienne lifted herself over him and lowered her body until he felt the wet heat of her sex against the tip of his cock. He moaned, and she leaned over, her dark hair dragging across his chest. She opened her mouth, and he opened his, expecting a kiss. Her perfect little teeth suddenly seemed pointed, at least the two canines, but surely it was a trick of the moonlight.

Slowly she bent to kiss him, her tongue teasing. She bit down, gently at first, then harder, against his full lower lip. He felt a prick of pain and tasted his own blood. Just as quickly, the pain was eased as she suckled gently against his mouth.

Julian moaned with pleasure as Adrienne lowered herself completely onto his penis, her strong hands pressing against his bare chest for balance. She sat up straight; her head back so that her white throat gleamed in the silvery light. Julian licked his lips, his tongue nursing the spot that had been punctured. As Adrienne leaned forward, Julian saw her parted lips, the little sharp teeth white against them. She smiled lazily at him, and there was power in that smile as she ground her hips against his pelvis. Julian realized he couldn't take his eyes from hers, even if he'd wanted to.

Had he been horrified or at least surprised when he'd realized she had bitten his lip, and then sucked the blood while she rode his cock? He couldn't remember now. All he could recall was that he himself felt blind and dumb with lust. She could have done anything to him, as long as she kept her tight delicious cunt wrapped around his hard cock.

She had spread her legs, pulling him into her hot, tight center. At the moment of climax, he again felt the stinging prick of her kiss, this time at his throat though it barely registered as his pleasure exploded into her.

As his orgasm receded, he became aware that the woman was still locked in a peculiar embrace at his neck. Now he felt the pain, sharp as needles against his throat, as she sucked greedily at his life's blood. His heart pounded as he gasped for air. He felt the pulse where she sucked gently throbbing in rhythm to her tugging mouth.

Julian tried to pull away from her, but she was powerful-far more so than he, though he himself was strong and at the peak of manhood.

Don't struggle , she whispered in his head. Surrender to me, beautiful boy . Her mouth remained locked onto his pulse, her face obscured. But he had heard her words, as clearly as if she had spoken aloud. She continued, her voice like a clear bell inside his head. I have chosen you, Julian. You are to become one with me now. I am taking your life, but I will return it to you, a thousand fold. Surrender. Give yourself to me. You will never regret it .

He had no choice. He was ensconced in her embrace, his beating heart thrumming between them. The beating slowed, and slowed again, until his eyes fluttered shut and he felt as if he were leaving his body. He was being lifted, held in her warm, safe embrace. He found that his penis was again erect, and that she was gently easing it back into the hot sweetness of her sex.

Yes , she whispered in his fevered brain, her mouth still suckling at his weakened pulse. Finally, she released his neck, and his head fell back. He was in a swoon, a kind of trance, only dimly aware of what was happening. He tried to ask her, to speak, but his lips wouldn't comply, his mind wouldn't obey.

Adrienne cradled her lover with one hand, pulling him deeper into herself. With her other hand, she unscrewed the little cap of a very small two-handled glass bottle that she wore at her throat on a golden chain. Its lip was sharp, and she drew it now across her wrist, expertly opening a vein hidden beneath her pale, firm skin. Slowly, her eyes locked on Julian, she licked the cut.

Julian was dimly aware that she'd cut herself, that she was going to bleed to death. But instead of a gush of blood, little droplets beaded up in neat little rows, like a perfect offering. As the sweet, red puddle of bright blood bubbled up against her white flesh, she lifted her wrist to Julian's parted lips, daubing them with the sweet nectar. Julian's eyes opened wide as the blood trickled into his mouth.

It was only later that he learned of the properties of vampire saliva. The special ingredients which act as coagulants and anticoagulants, controlling the flow of blood until the vampire has taken his fill, then instantly sealing the wound. Thus could she offer herself in a way dangerous to humans, but safe when managed by a skilled vampire such as Adrienne.

The taste of her blood was indescribable. It was, quite simply, the most lovely and perfect thing to ever have passed his lips. Nothing before or since could compare, though he had traveled the world many times over in search of that elixir.

But for that moment, he drank his fill, sucking at her wrist like a starving babe while she held him in the velvet embrace of her sex, rocking and soothing him. Julian felt himself changing there in her arms. If it was bizarre to be sucking the blood from a lover, the lover who had just pierced his throat and stolen his life's blood, then so be it.

Nothing had ever felt more right, and Julian actually cried when Adrienne finally pulled away from him, denying him another suckle-oh, just one more kiss! Sleep now, my love , she whispered, still not moving her lips. He heard her plainly and answered,