Joshua

Prologue
It was a nice setup. In fact it couldn’t get any easier. The master was very clever, for the brothel served a duel purpose. First, it brought them more than plenty life sustaining food, and second it provided a steady and abundant source of income. Others thought it was the lazy way of doing things, but it was so simple and worked so wells it was almost irresistible. Besides she didn’t think it lazy, but with a certain animal like nobility. A lion with his pride she thought. The women did the hunting and the male provides protection and security. The best part was that they didn’t arouse an ounce of suspicion. One would think that the bodies would pile up and concern would arouse around the brothel’s action, but they did it all without even having to kill their prey. With so many walking in every night it was easy enough just to take a little sip from each one and still drink enough to be more than full. In fact, the blood drinking is what made the brothel so popular. It was the main attraction, especially to all the young men at the college just yearning to experiment with their sexuality. For a mere $20 a young man could experience the very erotic, very pleasing “vein drain” as it was dubbed. To the mortals it was just a blowjob where during the peak the woman would gently bite into the erection, slowly drinking the pulsing blood needed to keep his cock erect. It was very erotic for them the humans, a new experience that seemed to tap into their most kinky desires. For the vampires it was also erotic, filling them with a rush of energy that kept them going night after night and as for feeding it was like doing shots all night long.
She stood of the balcony with a smirk tugging at her lips thinking about all this, about the brothel. She shook her head and let out a small laugh.
“They pay us to fill ourselves with their blood…” she couldn’t stop smiling at the irony.
Slowly she took in the night air, getting ready for the late night customers. The salty air from the ocean filled her lungs, clearing her head. A slight breeze brushed across her cheek and across her thighs, she felt its cooling effect soothe between her legs. Her sheer ivory gown tickled against her skin as it waved gently with the breeze.
She turned back into the apartment. The reddish glow from the neon sign just outside the balcony flooded the room. She strutted towards the vanity humming to herself where she sat in front of the large mirror and a large array of perfumes and oils. Carefully she chose one and took a sprits, closing her eyes as she felt the cool mist float across her neck. Slowly she opened her eyes and examined herself in the mirror. Yes the mirror, she couldn’t help but to let out a giggle. Foolish mortals and their suspicious security blankets.
She closed her eyes again and brought her hands up to the nape of her neck. Rolling her head slowly she caressed her muscles, bringing her hands slowly downward to the cross that lay between her bosom. A slight purr fell from her lips as she touched it and allowed her hands to caress the round curves of her bust. She looked back into the mirror sliding her thumb and index finger around her nipple, pulling gently she watched herself, the pleasing sensation rushed to her head like an exotic drug. She took a deep breath and arched her back slowly as her hands slid even further down her body, across her thighs.
She admired herself very much. What wasn’t to like? A full bosom, a slim body most actresses would kill for, and a face that no man could resist or would want to. All this with the white innocent skin of a virgin bride. She was proud of her looks, mostly because it pleased the master, and made the other vampresses jealous of her.
Her fingers soon found her lips, wetting themselves on her tongue and finding there way back down so she could reward herself on such a fine figure when a knock came.
“Celes? We’re open…better come down before Master comes after you.” A voice said.
Celes just smiled to herself. “Before he comes after me” she whispered and chuckled. Really. She knew better the others just liked to downplay how much Master really cared for her because of their jealously, but she knew that she could be hours late and only have to risk putting up with his violent bed for the night, which wasn’t necessarily bad. Sometimes they would disobey a minor rule on purpose just to get the chance at being with him.
In fact, all his rules were minor. Some of them tedious, others just to keep the business looking tidy. But not one of them ever broke the rule. There was only one rule never to be disobeyed, punishable by severe beating and banishment from the family. Pregnancy. Sometimes eternal life separated some from their human existence so much that the need to bear a child became intoxicating, just to reunite themselves with their past life for a few hours bearing the pains of labor. But master prohibited this act for it produced a half-breed, which he felt was weak. Dhampirs. Half-human, half vampire. He felt no shame in exploiting humans because he felt that they were weak and served no purpose but as food for the immortals. Making a Dhampirs just served to weaken the noble race of the immortals, the vampires.
Only on a few occasions has this rule been broken, and the guilty properly punished. Celes herself had taken part in only a handful of beatings before the guilty finally were banished. She took no joy in it. In fact, shy sympathized with the need. But has always been successful in evading the thought before it became to powerful to resist. Especially in an atmosphere that pregnancy could come more than a dozen nightly. That’s were the vampresses had another advantage over human whores. No need to fear disease, and control over their ova.
“Celes! Come on!” another voice shouted
She snapped out of her trance suddenly, the thought of a baby wafting freshing in her mind.
“I’m coming! Damn, it’s not like they won’t wait!” she shouted back
Celes stood swiftly, checking her appearance snapping her garters on all the way and making sure the line of her lingerie came just enough above her vulva to reveal a tantalizing peek. Once last time she looked in the mirror pursing her lips and kissing at it as if she were her own lover.
* * *
It had been an eventful night so far. She stretched across the bed allowing her muscles to pleasantly ache. Her last customer just left, an older one probably in his 50’s. All he wanted was some straight sex, so she gave it to him. He was a wrinkled old bastard, and he smelt literally of fish and farted a couple of times in the middle that really ruined the mood. At one point he even stopped to scratch himself right on top of her.
She shrugged and rolled over out of bed. She walked over to the wet bar in the corner reserved for those that really want to party, and poured herself a half glass of vodka and gulped it down. “Have to take the good with the bad Celes,” she thought and let out a big sigh.
She lay on the bed quietly closing her eyes for a moment relaxing herself and gently rubbing the ache from her thighs. Her eyes opened suddenly and she groaned when a light tap came at the door.
“Yea, come in…” she said sarcastically. As if they’d really leave if her or any of the girls didn’t answer right away.
Her eyes rolled over to the door as it creaked open.
“Umm…he..Hello?” a voice nervously called out. It sounded young and curious. “Right here baby, come on in and don’t be shy.” Celes sat up slightly. Something
about the smell of his blood was so sweet.
For the first time she had been curious about what the customer was going to look like. Ever since she started this job she never really cared, a cock was a cock she thought.
He strolled in peeking around the door, banging his shoulder against it as he floundered to close it. She giggled slightly, blushing like a little girl. What was coming over her?
“Hi, umm..I’m Todd.” He said “I uh…I paid to come up here to…” he blushed and nervously watched her making sure to not make eye contact.
“Come her honey, its all right no shame in wanting a willing lady like myself.” She joked
to make him comfortable.” But why should she? It’s as if she had feelings for him rising.
He took off his jacket and walked over to her, unsuccessfully trying to cover up the bulge under his zipper. As he made his way over she closely observed him. His hair was a crisp walnut shade, parted down the middle and hung gently to each side of his face just above his eyes…like that actor, Matt Damon wears his. His skin was a lovely peach, full of life and soft. He had a very nice build, not terribly muscular, but she could tell his must be involved in some sort of sport, track perhaps. When she looked into his eyes she just stared, fixated. He smiled and gave a nervous chuckle. His eyes were a gorgeous blue. Not a baby blue, but a deep ocean blue like the kind of waters she once saw off the shores of a Caribbean island.
He sat near the far end of the bed and figetted with the sheets, and she smiled at him thinking how innocent he looked. She wondered if he had ever even been laid.
“So exactly what did you pay for babe?” she asked reaching for his hand out of a instinct she was not familiar with.
“I paid for a..well..that is a blo..Oral sex.” He blushed.
“Oh, one of the ‘vein drains’”? she asked rolling her eyes. She didn’t know where the college guys came up with that one.
“Oh, no!” he face flushed brighter. “Just plain oral sex.”
“Ah, you want a blowjob?” Celes said teasingly
Todd smiled this time not so nervous and nodded his head.
“Yea, blowjob.” He said “Please, if you wouldn’t mind” he added as and afterthought.
“Oh, now why should I mind? That’s what I’m here for, is to give you what you need…what you paid for” she half joking.
She looked at him for a moment and decided she was going to take this one for herself, no matter what the Master’s rules were she was going to have some fun. He voice turned very sultry, and her eyes dimmed. She even concentrated enough to make her lips appear an irrestable reddish color and more full.
She crawled toward him allowing passion to begin filling her blood.
“You mean you want me to take that cock of yours, shove it in my mouth, suck it nice and sloppy for you and have you cum all over my face? Is that what you really mean?”
Todd let out a slight gasp and he throat became suddenly dry. His hard on grew another two inches just watching her.
“Yes.” He hissed and closed his eyes.
Her body seemed to stalk across the bed as she stretched her arms and head stretched across his lap. She nuzzled her mouth right against his zipper hearing his breathing become eratic, his heart pounding. Celes slowly turned upward watching him. She sounded as if she were a prisoner pleading her eyes full of wanting.
“Please...Please let me see that nice cock of yours. Take it out for me Todd. Take it out so that I can bury my tongue into it. Let me make you cum so I can swallow it all for you.” She groaned.
Todd began to lean back, his face flushed bright red, but not from embarressment but from the heat of the moment. He took his hand and began to undo the button on his jeans, then without hesitation ran his hand down undoing his zipper. He looked down at Celes for a moment and she nodded approvingly to him. He let out a deep breathe and groaned as he tugged out his cock from beneath his underwear.
Celes watched every moment eagerly, and when he finally presented her with the prize her a feeling washed over her body that she had not felt since she was human. Was it love for this mortal? She didn’t know, nor did she care. His manhood looked perfect to her. A full seven inches and some, and thick enough to fulfill any woman’s dreams. It curved slightly upward toward an enlarged head that seemed to greet any of those that wanted. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around it mesmorized by his member. It certainly wasn’t the biggest she had ever seen, but it seemed to be the most beautiful.
He groaned as she explored it with her fingers, caressing up and down massaging his sack as she went along. It was hard as an oak tree and seemed to want to stay that way for as long as she wanted. And she wanted a lot.
Her blood seemed to boil with passion. She became drunk on the smell of his body, and of his blood. Never before with a mortal did she feel this way, but she was to dazed with lust to really care or think about it deeply. She just knew that she wanted him.
Her lips puffed slightly making her appearance that of a gorgeous supermodel. She lowered her head near his crotch and took deeply of his scent. Her tongue seemed to slither from between her lips and started to slowly taste his root as she made her way from his balls all the way up to the head taking in the salty taste of his precum.
He groaned slightly, and she was proud of her sensuality. She continued to lick around the base as if it were the sweetest lollipop she had ever tasted. Finally, she took of him in her mouth, which was already salivating and hot to take him in. It was the first time her mouth had ever ached to have a cock rub against it.
He gripped the covers and heaved upwards flexing his stomach muscles tightly.
“OH! OH SHIT!” he cried into the night.
Her head began to slightly bob slowly.
She felt his fingers wrap around a lock of her hair and pull back slightly. This made her close her eyes and suck ever more fervently. She caressed and sucked of his cock as it were her own child. Loving and adoring it. Giving it kisses of affection and lust. Her own body began to fall to the mercy of the heat of the moment. She had realized that she was slowly fucking the sheets she had wrapped up into a ball between her thighs. It was damp and hot, and she knew that he could smell her sex just as well as she could.
She lifted her head momentarily and looked him dead in the eye. Her sultry curves rolled towards him and he knew what was happening. She sat up slightly on her elbows lifting her leg slightly as he rolled under her. She felt his cock pulse harder in her hand as his mouth came closer to her. She sat up on her knees and as soon as he was positioned beneath her she sat firmly right on his face. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure. Nothing seemed to matter as she pressed harder into his face nearly suffocating him. Her fingers twirled up into her hair in complete exctasy as she felt his tongue snake into her. She felt him drinking of her womanhood, and it was divine.
Her hips rocked slowly, and she realized that she needed more of his heavenly cock. Violently she through herself back over him filling her mouth with his wonderfully hard root. The two became one. It was the portrait a of a carnal Gemini.
Quickly the two became so enraptured with the other they knew oral sex was not to be the only act received this night. They seem connected at the mind as they both slowed to a stop at the same time and she rolled off. Celes smiled tenderly at him and ran her fingers through his hair. She bent over and kissed him and they blended a wonderful cocktail of lust.
Celes rocked her hips to some imaginary beat that only she could hear as she moved to mount his perfect body. Todd gasped and let out a moan as she slid artfully down his shaft. Her body teased him only giving a little at a time then pulling back up slightly making sure the both of them would savor every inch. His cock felt so good inside of her. It made a gently, pleasurable ache within Celes that made her feel truly a woman, she began to understand what Mona Lisa was smiling about.
To Todd the depths of her luscious body seemed like a poem with no words, or a song without notes. He didn’t know quite sure how, but it was art. He looked up at her and took hold of her hips. Her curves were that of an ancient scroll beholding all the secrets of love, and he wanted to study ever word.
They pulled and pushed at each other for several moments slowly as if a silent tug of war were to be won. Then the moment happened when their eyes locked. So full of lust, desire, and wanting that both of them lost complete control. The world was mute, the reality surrounding them became a mere myth, and no words in any exotic language could have described what happened.
And in that moment, whether conciously or unconciously, Celes’ ovum became fertile as a single egg fell into her womb.
The rapture came to both of them in an instant, and pleasure rocked through both of their bodies as if utopia just exploded from within both of them. She cradled Todd and pressed down on him feeling his sack convulse beneath her, and a warm rush within her. Filling her womb with his mortal seed.
A scream that would make the devil himself cringe ripped through the room. The door splintered off its hinges and sprayed the lovers thoroughly with tiny shards of wood and paint. Todd just barely caught a glimpse of the beast before several of the shards flew into the soft corneas of both his eyes. Screaming in pain the creature’s pupils seared into his memory. Neither black as night nor red as blood the eyes pierced his mind, and what was left of his sanity allowed him to realize that Dante indeed forgot to describe one ring of hell. In his blindness he heard Celes screaming for forgiveness, and that was the last thing he ever would hear again.
* * *

Twenty Two Years later…
“A Dhampir.” The old man said matter of factly.
Joshua looked at him confused for a moment.
“You, my boy, are a Dhampir.” The man said more sternly.
Joshua looked through the man for a moment. He saw the velvet tapestry’s on the wall. Probably hundreds of years old he thought. Along with all the other trinkets, books and antiques presented around the shop. That’s why he figured the old man might have some clue what the strange mark Josh bore on the back of his neck might mean.
He grinned and chuckled as if the man were senial.
“Ok. All right, mind telling me what the fuck a Dhampir is?” he asked.
The thought that he was from some strange ethnic tribe warring in Eastern Europe right now crossed his mind.
The old man shook his head and walked closer to Josh and put a wrinkled hand on his shoulder.
“A half-human, half-vampire.” The old man stated flatly and turned away towards the back room.
Before he got through the door he turned slowly back to Josh.
“That’s what the fuck a Dhampir is.

Chapter 1

Josh sat in the cafe nursing the burnt coffee before him. His spoon grinded against he ceramic lip as he mechanically stirred the hot beverage endlessly. He was lost in deep thought. After the old man at the antique shop had revealed to him what exactly a Dhampir was Josh couldn’t accept it.
Vampires? He thought. Fangs? Blood? Coffins? The whole bit? Impossible, no fucking way could it be true. Maybe if his mom was part of some Satanic cult that tatooed that mark on him at birth, that he could accept, but Vampire? There was no such thing as a Vampire. His mind raced to grasp reason.
The man was a kook Josh thought. He never had a problem going outside in daytime, dressed himself in the mirror each morning, if his steak or burger was the slightest pink it queased his stomach, and he loved garlic as a spice. So how then could he be even slightly a Vampire if there where such things?

Author: And that's where I stopped. Maybe I'll pick it up again. Please let me know if its worth it!