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Subject: {ASSM} The Body and Blood {Lilly Rose} (MF vampire)
Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 20:10:05 -0400
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 "The Body and Blood"
   by Lilly Rose


"Please, no...", she begged , as her shawl fell willingly to the
cold , hard floor of the cathedral. Her lily white corset was now
stained with the crimson liquid streaming down from the tiny
pricks on the nape of her neck.

"Be still," he demanded.

With a swift, graceful motion, he grabbed the rope of the friar's
robe that had been tied so tightly around his waist. The rope had
the three sacred knots of virtue; one for obedience, one for
poverty, and the largest for chastity.

How he clung to his knots of virtue and his gaudy crucifix when
the vampire slashed open his throat.

The vampire used the rope to bind her wrists to the base of the
altar. To think, it was once used in remembrance of holy
chastity... It chafed her virgin skin, burning and searing her
delicate arms. She never knew a man's touch, and she worried now
that she never would, for this creature was no man. Horrified,
she lay stretched over the altar as she feebly knocked over the
body and blood of the savior who abandoned her now in His own
house.

Somehow, in the deepest part of her mind...she hoped that He
would not interfere with her now. She pondered this as he roughly
started unlatching the front of her corset. She felt the blood
rush between her legs as her tender, ivory breasts were revealed
to the musty air of the church. She longed for him to fondle the
hard, raspberry nipples that jumped out at his touch.

He had something else in mind.

Before she could blink, she was lying there, completely naked on
the cold marble surface of the altar. He had ripped off the
remains of her clothes in a fiery rage, and the look in his eyes
let her know how hungry he was. All at once she felt his probing
tongue enter her mouth and his long, thick fingers entering the
small orifice between her legs. Her sex was throbbing, and
soaking wet as his fingers explored the inside of her tiny womb.
Her lips stretched to conform to the needs of his demanding
hands.

How strange it was to taste her own blood inside the mouth of
another.

She went weak at the boldness of his touch, and gloomily, she
decided to abandon all hope of fighting back. She would succumb to
his hunger, and the rapture would begin. She opened her eyes as
he lifted his head from her kiss, and she looked at the face of
her violator. His long, black hair was intoxicating to behold,
and his fair alabaster skin was spotted with her blood. His eyes
stared through her while she lay there, helpless in the middle of
the night. How lovely he looked....

Only in her naughtiest dreams had she ever felt such a tremendous
explosion of pleasure. Suddenly a filthy, despicable longing came
over her completely. She craved the decadent combination of his
venomous blood and his delicious sex on the tip of her waiting
lips. She blushed as she fantasized about it dripping down her
chin and travelling along the length of her neck. She imagined it
as a balm for the wound that was so strategically placed on her
jugular.

He tried to remember a more beautiful victim, but she was by far
the fairest. With that thought in his head, he slipped his
perfect, pink cock deep inside of her. She let out a scream that
he would never forget, and it pleased him so that he laughed at
her with a wicked grin in his piercing eyes.

Again and again he thrust inside her, filling her tight little
pussy with the eons of damnation that infested his blood. She
tried to be good...she didn't want to let the pleasure flood
inside her. But with every thrust he took her breath away, and
waves of ecstasy invaded her once virtuous being. It seemed as if
he knew what she was thinking. Every time he touched her she
wanted to squeal with forbidden delight. She shuddered at the
feel of his hands on her breasts. Then he brushed his hand over
her heart, and a cold wind seemed to go through her. Then, in the
middle of ravishing her, he suddenly stopped and slid out from
her tight grip.

"No, please don't stop!" she cried, to her surprise.

"Don't make me tell you again to be still." he solemnly warned.

With that, he dismounted the altar and pulled her legs apart,
exposing the dripping flower between her thighs. He leaned in
closer to smell her sex, and he looked pleased as she cowered in
her own shame at the thought of her exposed body. All of a
sudden, she felt his tongue invade her once again, this time
between her legs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she
let out a scared, yet satisfied moan from her cherry lips. His
mouth felt wonderful as he licked and lapped at her swelling
lips, and she couldn't imagine a time where she didn't have this
kind of pleasure in her life.

Then it happened...she didn't know what he had done to her, but
she screamed so loud that it echoed throughout the entire
cathedral. The pain was unbearable. Then she realized, as his
head came up from between her thighs, that he had bitten her once
again. His mouth was smeared with her innocent blood, and she
could not deny the rush of excitement that came over her at the
sight of him.

Then he mercilessly mounted her once again and thrust his sex so
deep inside of her that she could taste it in the back of her
throat. The pleasure overrode the pain as he started thrusting
into her, even faster this time, and much harder. She was crying
now, overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation. He started
moaning. He seemed to be pleased that she was crying and carrying
on in such a way. Then she felt something flooding inside of her,
like a scorching hot liquid that warmed her from the inside out.

She let it seep into her very soul as he raged and shook and
exploded inside her. His venom rushed deep into her tarnished
flower, and at the sinful feel of it being forced inside her
body, she came with him in a moment of weakness that she would
never live to regret.


                        -- The End --


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