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Dark Fortune [mf, vampire]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
****This story represents my first attempt at Vampire Erotica as well as
my first posting. It is loosely based on White Wolf's Masquerade and I
would appreciate feedback both from erotica fans but Vampire fans as well.
Please Enjoy****
Dark Fortune
Part I
The Coronation
Every three years ,on March 1, a ritual took place in the
international law firm of Hanley, Ross, Baker and Rav?l. All of the firms
partners and associates, family and friends would gather on the top floor
of the Wall Street high rise to drink, dance, mingle and above all
speculate about who would be the firm's newest partner. The ritual was
called the Coronation because very few people ever achieved this honor,
and those who did were treated like kings.
This year the smart money was on Morgan Brown. Hired right out of
law school seven years ago Morgan had been one of the few people in the
industry who actually understood how deeply the information revolution
would affect the law. He spoke the language of the computer software and
telecommunications clients and thus he became indispensable. He felt
lucky to have this skill. Otherwise he'd probably be chasing ambulances
right now, trying to talk hit and run victims into suing the German
company that made the brakes for the drunk driver's car.
"Hey Shadow," McCall said to him, forcing him to stop staring into
his drink. "You've got to look happier than that if you don't want old
lady Rav?l to think there's someplace else you'd rather be." Brian McCall
had been Brown's best and only friend since he came to Hanley Ross. He
was the only one who looked beyond his bald black head and angry
disposition to see the talent and intelligence that was there. They stood
together now, a polite distance from the others and spoke about the
night's activities.
"There's something wrong with this whole setup Satan," Brown said
to the man who made his reputation playing Devil's Advocate. "I mean why
does there have to be all this mystery and pageantry about becoming
partner? Just announce it let's have a drink and get on with our damn
lives!"
"God, you are a anti social bastard." McCall laughed. It's like
I told you when you first got here, Mrs. Rav?l has made it a tradition to
personally congratulate the new partner and console those who have been
looked over. Besides, everyone needs to let go now and then."
"Yeah right," Morgan said taking a sip of his rum and coke. "Two
hundred of New York's elite put on their best faces every three years to
celebrate a horny young widow hand out half a dozen blowjobs. Like I said
there's something wrong with this place."
"I don't know Shadow, the way I see it, there doesn't seem to be
anything better to celebrate!" They both shared a genuinely warm laugh
when one of the paralegals walked up.
"Mr. Morgan? Ms. Rav?l would like to see you in her office."
Brown and McCall looked at each other mischievously as the boy
walked away. "Morgan, now you know all those stories are just that;
stories. Don't go up there and get yourself into a shitload of trouble
that even you won't be able to get out of."
Morgan sat his drink on a nearby end table and patted his friend
on the shoulder "Why Mr. McCall, are you trying to imply that African
American males are incapable of thinking about anything besides sex?"
They both laughed again like school boys who just got out of detention.
Then Morgan got serious. "Brian, Thanks for everything. I wouldn't have
made it here without you."
"Fine," McCall said, still smiling, "then give her some for me."
With another smile Morgan Brown turned and walked away.
*****
Morgan decided to walk down the three flights of iron spiral
stairs that led from the party to Dominique Rav?l's office. She wasn't a
lawyer but she had enough clout to have space reserved for her for
occasions such as this. Morgan began to think about 'the widow of Hanley
Ross'. He had only seen her twice, once walking through the halls when he
had been working all night, and once when he was coming in from a long
midweek night on the town. Both times he couldn't being himself to speak
to her. Other people in the firm had described her, but even the most
articulate people he knew couldn't prepare him for the frozen beauty she
possessed. He didn't think about what he would say if he found out he
didn't make partner. All he could think of was how good it must be to
caress the skin of one of the most exquisite women he had ever seen.
Steadying himself he knocked on her door.
"Come." It was a whisper, but Morgan heard it clearly. There
seemed to be no one else around but him and the voice. The party and even
the city seemed a distant memory. He opened the door and slowly stepped
into the darkness beyond.
She was standing by the window starring out at the moon and the
bright city lights beyond. Morgan took this opportunity to take her image
in slowly so as not to be dumbfounded by her beauty all at once. She had
her back to him and Morgan could see the abundance of long black curls
that flowed over her shoulder and all but covered her bare back that was
exposed by her backless black slipdress. His eyes lingered where the
dress prominently shaped and defined her ass. The hem of the slip dress
barely reached the top of her creamy beige thighs and Morgan saw that she
wore no stockings or shoes. The thought of her not having any panties on
made him shiver. "...Ms. Ravel?"
The woman in the window did not speak or move. Morgan wondered if
she heard him but instead of speaking again he closed the door behind him
and began to approach her. He noticed how cold it was in this room. He
looked around seeing no desk or computers but various lounge chairs and
sofas surrounded by small ebony sculptures of nude well muscled men.
There was the smell of flowers in the air when he reached her, but the
roses weren't fresh. In fact the smell was rather spoiled and dizzying.
He forced himself not to look at her but out the window that faced
uptown. It was then that she spoke. "Thank you for coming Mr. Brown. I
know you feel this is a useless ceremony."
Morgan wondered how she knew that. Must be rumors floating around
the office. "It's always a pleasure to see you Mrs. Rav?l."
"Really? Then why aren't you looking at me?" Feeling more and more
pressure in the air. Morgan turned away from the window and towards Mrs.
Ravel. In that same moment she turned towards him.
Morgan couldn't stop himself from gawking at her. Her eyes were
the color of honey and Morgan felt as if he would melt under her gaze.
The same creamy skin that covered her legs coated her face and neck like
some sort of caramel glaze and her slip dress had a incredible plunge to
the neck line. Morgan had full view of her ample cleavage and he was so
close to her he almost drooled into it.
Rav?l had to place a hand on his chest to knock him back into
reality. "Are you enjoying yourself Mr. Morgan?"
"What?!? Oh I didn't mean to make you feel that I was..I mean I'm
not trying to..." Morgan remembered what McCall said upstairs and was
cursing himself. One of the top lawyers in the city and he couldn't even
finish a sentence in front of this woman.
"Not at all Mr. Morgan" Rav?l said turning back toward Manhattan.
"I was merely asking you are you enjoying your time at Hanley Ross."
Talk of the office helped him to focus "It hasn't been easy. I've
worked hard here. Probably twice as hard as the others who came in with
me. I had to. We aren't like most of the people around here. I may be a
big time lawyer, and you may be a rich white man's widow but the fact is
this is still America and we're still black."
He could see the red lips curving into a mocking smile. "You have
a great deal to learn. In all the ways that count you are just like
everyone upstairs and nothing like me. We are as different as night and
day."
Morgan sucked his teeth and stalked back into the room angrily.
He didn't like the way this was going at all. He was beginning to feel
like not only was he being denied a partnership but there would be no sex
either. "So who among us is_ like _you!?! Is it Reid? Parker? Which one
of them have you..."
"Which one of them have I what....?" Her voice was a deep growl as
she turned to him. Her beauty was radiating a cold confidence that chilled
the entire room. Slowly she walked toward him and that same hunting smile
was visible to Morgan in the half light. "So headstrong, so combative!
We need someone like you. Someone to fight our battles, champion our
cause..." Her voice echoed in Morgan's head as she approached. He would
have basked in her praise of him if he wasn't suddenly so frightened of
her.
"I...I thought we different."
"We are. Sit." With just a touch Rav?l guided him into a soft
leather armchair. Kneeling between his opened legs she rested her hands
on his inner thighs. "We are two totally different creatures you and
I..." Morgan felt her cool fingers slide up and down his leg in slow
hypnotic strokes. "But we share some things. Lust..." The fingers of
her right hand reached through the fabric of his tuxedo pants and wrapped
around his growing erection.
"Passion," Her other hand pulled down the shoulders of her dress
with smooth practiced dexterity so that both full rounded breasts were
exposed. Morgan licked his lips at the sight of the soft brown nipples,
stiff and ripe like cherries waiting to be picked.
"Desire," Her lips rose up to take his mouth in a long probing
kiss. Her tongue had a cool mint taste and Morgan moaned as her lips
massaged his mouth while her hands opened his pants.
She pulled away slowly running a trail of deep kisses down his
chest. "We can be as one." She whispered between gasps. "There is one
perfect way for us to be together, totally different from anyone you have
ever known. She had freed his throbbing sex and was stroking it with one
hand. Morgan clutched the arms or the chair tightly to keep himself from
writhing under her touch. "Is that what you want Morgan?" Her nipple
rose up and met the foreskin of his penis. Morgan looked up to see her
rubbing him over and between her breasts while gazing at him with bright
brown eyes. "Do you want me?"
"Yes Dominiqu? yesss " Morgan could only hiss a reply.
Dominique's tongue slid out of her mouth and met Morgan's precome
like a owl catching a mouse at night. Suddenly her lips and tongue were
all over him, riding up and down his shaft with an intensity that Morgan
had only dreamed about. It felt like she lived to taste him, like his sex
was the altar on which she worshipped the god of her own sinful needs.
Around and around she went, stroking him with her hand while she coated
his sex with moisture, pushing him deeper and deeper towards orgasm.
When she stopped Morgan opened his eyes to see what she was doing.
Her eyes caught him then like a magnet. He couldn't speak or look away
or even think as her mouth descended on his head. She engulfed him like a
hungry snake who eats her prey whole. She sucked deeply and eagerly just
at the tip, squeezing all of Morgan's senses out of him. Morgan's hips
began to thrust up and down in time with her movements but she wanted to
out a stop to that. Letting go of the base of his shaft she wrapped her
arms under his legs and up again around his thighs. All at once Morgan
was frozen in place so Dominique's head could descend gradually down his
length. On the way down he felt sharp teeth pressing down on him and he
groaned like a wounded animal. He was still mesmerized by her eyes while
he silently begged her to push him over the edge and relieve his erotic
agony.
Dominique gave him his wish. Her head came up again after
engulfing his entire length in her mouth, rubbing his tip against the back
of her throat. As the teeth passed him again he screamed. Nothing had
ever felt so primal, so intense. Dominique felt his pleasure and rewarded
him. Her eyes fell to his groin and head began to jerk up and down like a
piston, She sucked at him fiercely, like a fanatic receiving all that has
been promised to her.
Morgan felt his whole life being pumped out. Nothing else
mattered. What could he possibly do, who could he possibly ever meet
again in his life that would compare to this? He felt her tongue soothe
the rawness made by her teeth and he shook violently in the chair. No,
there wasn't anyone in his life that could ever touch him like this
stranger could. His eyes drifted to the opened window to the city he
loved. This is the best night of my..."
And the window smiled at him.
Morgan first thought that his pleasure and the alcohol had clouded
his vision but the longer he stared the more he began to realize there was
someone or something looking at him outside the window. The building
didn't have any balconies, the windows couldn't open. But he saw it
there. A predatory smile, suspended in mid air, taunting him, daring him
to wake up from his dream.
He looked down at his new lover. Her head was still beating
around his shaft and he felt the rising tide of his orgasm. But he also
felt cold, wet and weak. It was in that moment that he saw who he was
really with. As the sperm erupted from his sex he screamed in a nauseous
mixture of gratification and fear. Dominique's head whipped back so she
could take his sperm and cover her neck and chest. But her breasts were
already covered, with his blood. It trickled down the corners of her
mouth and stained her teeth. Morgan was afraid to look down at himself.
He could feel the deep gashes that were stealing his life away. She had
sucked him dry. He felt his last orgasm would be his death. He passed
into unconsciousness with Dominique standing above him massaging his
juices into her skin.
"Oh my love, we shall be as one, forever..."
to be continued....
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