Sarina Vivienne Adalgari – Austin Bunton Designs

This is one of the sexiest vampires on the planet, and she, in 2020, became sexually-sired to King Auz.

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Table of Contents:

Spec’s
History
Appearance
Abilities
Personality
2020 Update
2022 Update
Her (Images Begin)
2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates
She Loves Being Forced to Ride a Sybian While Also Being Forced to Guzzle Cum
How She Loves Sitting Missionary for Me
2024/+

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Spec’s:

AGE: 483 (in 2020)
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Human
SUB-SPECIES: Vampire
HEIGHT: 5’6″
WEIGHT: 119 lbs.
HAIR: redhead
EYES: blue (like Kriske’s)
SKIN: Caucasian/White
FIGURE: perfect feminine, petite, slender-fit
BREASTS: perky C-cups
FACE CLAIM: Kat McNamara
SEXUALITY: Bisexual

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History:

Sarina was not a common girl in her youth. She came from a wealthy family in Italy that owned more land than one would need. She was born during the final decades of the Italian Renaissance and enjoyed all festivities that it held for her. Banquets, Balls, and at one time and had the honor to watch St. Peter’s Basilica slow construction into her twenties. Though her lavish lifestyle did not entirely end, it was suddenly interrupted by the tragic events that led to the death of her siblings, her arranged nobleman fiancé, and her turning.

In 1559, at the age of 22, her family and her finance’s family arranged an exquisite celebration in the Roman country side. They invited only a tight knit group of wealthy families, and of course her childhood best friend. Her best friend Lilliana was not looking well that day, but Sarina wrote it off in the excitement of the celebration. She wasn’t fond of marrying a man in which she could not love, because admittedly she was in love with Lilliana herself. It was frowned upon for them to be in a relationship so they hid it from the others. Not even her two sisters and brother knew of the affair the two of them had.

Everything seemed to be going well. Lilliana helped her dress in an eccentric green dress that accentuated her waist, and was made by one of the finest roman tailors, and with her family’s money she bought just as beautiful of a dress for Lilliana. The two of them kissed in the carriage on the way to the celebration. Sarina even held her lovers hand as they were cherished the moments before their affair would have to end.

Upon reaching the celebration they danced and drank and everything was going well. Though towards nightfall Sarina noticed Lillian looked paler than previously in the day. Her glance was flicking everywhere. It seemed she was unfocused. Though upon asking what was wrong Lilliana claimed it to be that typical time of the month. Which was a reasonable explanation, but Sarina had never saw her look so sick on such a date. She was worried that her lover had contracted the Black Death, but there were no signs of darkened flesh at first glance of Lilliana’s body. Later in the night she would wish that was the case.

Seemingly unprovoked, Lilliana attacked Sarina’s fiancé first, and then moved on to her siblings. At first, she stood silent with her jaw open in shock as she observed the events unfolding. Sarina screamed and jumped onto her lover’s back as soon as she saw her youngest sister fall prey to the madness. She desperately tried to pull her lover from her youngest sister’s lifeless body, with tears rolling down her face, only to succumb herself to her lover’s fangs. Though if not for her father breaking a broom and thrusting the makeshift polearm through the heart of his now only-daughter’s secret lover, she may not have lived past the moment. Despite the madness and betrayal of Lilliana massacring, Sarina still held her body in her arms and shed even more tears.

Her father was normally a tough man, not once shedding a tear in front of her children. Though for the first time, Sarina watched as her father shed as many tears as she did on that day, as her father and uncle sealed the tombs of his children into the family mausoleum. They went home shortly after the priest prayed for deceased to have safe passage into heaven. That was the first night she locked herself in her bed chamber, and did so without dinner.

In the coming days, she only opened her door for her mother to bring her food. After the third day, the nightmares began. Forcing her to relive the events of that day. Watching each sibling die at the hands of the person who she trusted most in this life. For the most part they were normal nightmares, and she sent her mother to see the apothecary her family had relied on for a few years, hoping to get something to force them to subside. He prescribed a liquid most foul, the taste was sour and reminded her of vomit, it didn’t work, and it cost her family more gold than most could afford. She convinced her father that the man conned them right after she fell ill. She blamed her illness on the man’s potion, which furthered her distrust toward others, as a strange craving began taking over her.

On the fourth day of the second week she laid in bed, sweating profusely as the fever raged. Her worried parents thought the worst and brought a priest to her. She listened to the man’s prayers, as she accepted what she thought was an inevitable death. She hoped she would die peacefully in her sleep, but apparently, she was not allowed such a death. As in the night she awoke from a nightmare tied to the bed frame in her stone bedchamber. Her father stood by her mother with a torch in his hand and said she was not his daughter. It seemed the bastard of a priest must have said she was possessed, based on her father’s words as he said he would not let a demon bring more evil into his life.

She felt more betrayed than ever as her father and mother only looked at her with contempt. In her rage, she managed to break her bonds and the thirst for blood overwhelmed her as she butchered her parents and fed on them. All she felt was anger and betrayal. It was like she had snapped and she vowed over the dead corpse of her mother to trust no one. She didn’t know what she was, but she knew she was still herself. She told herself she was just sick as she fled to the country side.

Once the cravings became too much she ended up killing the young boy of a farmer who took her in for the price of her giving up a silver necklace her mother gave her. The man found her with her fangs in his boy and he thrust a pitchfork through her torso. She thought for sure she was going to die as she pulled it out of her and ran off into the night, though death never came. She felt stronger after the feed, and she traveled far and would settle down in small towns over the next few centuries. She only fed after she felt the hunger starting to consume her. Eventually, the result in each town was people hunting her down.

It wasn’t until she found herself in England where a group of people took her in. They were just like her, but she kept to herself like an animal that had been abused. Although eventually she ended up taking a liking to the leader of her coven. She was cunning and strong, always trying her best to protect them. She made something spark in Sarina that made her want to do the same as the years went on. The coven became her new family and she wanted to protect them too. So, she watched as her leader fought, taking mental notes of the movements, she took. She began teaching herself to fight, even sparring against some of the males in the coven until she was adept enough to protect herself, and continued training until she could fight with them against those that opposed their existence. She followed every order, and completed every task her leader gave her without a single thought. She was loyal to her core.

Sarina in those centuries never regained the ability to easily trust others. She was always skeptical of any Moroi or vampire that would join their coven. Though even if she did not befriend them, or actively acknowledge their existence, she eventually would begin to trust them if they proved themselves. Once they did she would protect them if the time came for her to.

Eventually her coven made its way to San Francisco, and the woman who she admired for over a century finally achieved something Sarina hoped to see. The woman, Xaviara, became Queen, and Sarina was overjoyed even if her expression during the announcement was unchanged. Sarina was glad to have been taken in by the woman, and able to fight alongside her until that very moment.

April 16th, 2014. Don’t even mention that date around Sarina. All she would say is, “Oh, no! The cattle know about us now… Sigh.” and make a pouting face. Really, she didn’t care… at first. All she cared about was the Queen’s wellbeing and that the Coven was safe. Yes, on that day she was a bit worried what it may mean for them, though all the guns and bombs in the world would not halt the existence of supernaturals. In her eyes, the humans were weak and not nearly as much a threat as other supernaturals. Though in a sense she even found a bit of relief and amusement. It was a turn of events she didn’t see coming. At least so soon. The surprise was itself exciting. As they humans squirmed in awe and some in fear she just wanted to laugh. More so when they started pushing laws for human and special rights. To her it was like a pig learned English and started saying it deserved equal rights to the man about to butcher it, in a way to try and secure its own life. Seeing some of the ways other countries treated the now outed supernatural, in some way infuriated her. If humans were not food for he, she would say to kill them all if the Queen asked her for her thoughts. She suddenly stopped thinking of it as a laughing matter once the repercussions from the reveal of supernaturals began to occur. Even if she didn’t like particular supernaturals, they did not deserve to be rounded up and thrown in camps, killed on site, or treated like garbage. Except maybe the Artla, cause seriously, screw those winged, flying, snobs. Though in all seriousness the treatment of supernaturals pushed her disrespect humans more than she previously had.

In some ways, her love for her Queen was not just that of admiration. Although, she never acted on it, she realized that she grew to be in love with the woman. Though it was too late, because she realized it after Xaviara had chosen a lover. A man, no less. Which made Sarina want to vomit. In her eyes, the Queen did not need some male. Though perhaps “male” was a loose way to describe him, which made her all the angrier. At least if she was going to date someone so feminine it could be an actual female. She hid her jealousy under smiles and made snarky comments in the confines of her room to vent to herself. She even would occasionally mock Theodore behind his back, which she is sure if the Queen saw or heard of any of that, it would cost her dearly.

When the merfolk appeared, and began attacking the surface people regardless of what species they were, she was in awe. She gladly joined the fray to protect her own, although she did bite into a few merfolk and found their taste to be… unpleasant. She never really did enjoy the taste of seafood, though. The short-lived battle of the terrestrials and merfolk bored her, and seeing that most of the merfolk were forced to fight made her feel maybe a twinge of some emotion as she realized she was essentially slaying people who wished not to even fight.

She tries to balance a normal human career with her vampire identity as a keeper, so she bartends at a nightclub near the Vampire Castle called “The Drinking Den”. It has drawn in many vampires since supernaturals have been exposed and the nightclub is open for 24 hours a day to compete with other nightclubs in the district. It makes her a good bit of money and, although being a lesbian, she finds herself flirting with males just to make a bit more on tips. Meanwhile she can even perform her duties as a keeper by listening in on rumors involving both humans and supernaturals. Even though guys will give her their number, they never do get a call from her. Women on the other hand, hell; if she finds time for a break, she would gladly pull a cute girl into the storage room for a make-out session –or a quick bite if they are up for it.

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Appearance:

“Tan” was never a term that described Sarina, even while among the living. She is and has always been fair skinned. Becoming a vampire had done very little to her physical appearance. Her eyes are hazel with almost a golden glow when the light strikes her just right. Her orange her is mixed with stands of blonde that often have people comparing it to the bright glow of a fire.

She wasn’t blessed with some towering height, only being 5’5”, but she was blessed with a thin figure that she often likes to show off with corsets, dresses, and as of modern times more form fitting clothes. Sarina is one to overlook if looking to fight someone strong, but that is only because of her appearance. She has yet to mark her body with any tattoos, further attributing to her weaker appearance. Although, she didn’t shy away from piercings, as she got both her ears pierced in three locations and later added a piercing to her belly button. Sarina enjoys wearing basically whatever she feels she looks good in. Although she often wears a leather jacket and jeans just in case she needs to fight, so she can move around decently. Other times being cutesy is more enjoyable to her so dresses, skirts, crop tops, and short shorts are all in her wardrobe.

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Abilities

Powers:

Enhancement: Like all vampires, those of the Vita Furem bloodline have increased sense, strength and speed.

Fangs: Vita Furem possess fangs like all other vampires. Their canines are able to grow longer, which will allow them to feed from a victim. Vita Furem only need to feed on blood once every two months.

Fast Healing: Vita Furem are fast healers, but heal faster through sexual intercourse. Regular healing, without the use of their unique abilities, heals minor wounds within an hour and major wounds within eight hours. Sexual healing cuts these times down drastically. Minor wounds will heal within ten minutes, while major wounds heal within an hour. Limbs can be regrown, but take a month to do so, no matter the amount of sexual energy they consume.

Unique Abilities:

Alluring: The Vita Furem bloodline are some of the most beautiful vampires of all bloodlines. They’re quite captivating and can produce an aroma of pure pheromones, able to attract others to them. This aroma works best on weaker willed people, but can also work on strong minds if the person already feels an attraction to the vampire. Those that do not have an attraction, and have a strong mind, will not be affected by the use of pheromones.

Sexual Energy: Unlike other vampires, the Vita Furem feed off of sexual energy that is produced during sexual intercourse. These vampires act very much like incubi and succubi. The act of feeding is pleasurable for both parties and does not require anything more than simple sexual intercourse, no biting needed, unless desired. The vita furem must consume this essence every two weeks.

Toxic Kiss:

Sexual intercourse is not the only way to obtain sexual energy. A simple kiss can cause extreme pain if the Vita Furem decides to inflict it, as they have their own brand of toxin in their salivary glands. Mortals typically lose consciousness, as their mind attempts to shut down the pain they are feeling. Immortals, depending on their personal pain thresholds, can remain conscious, but are in so much pain it’s hard to function. Some Vita Furem keep themselves going by “topping off” their need for sexual essence and life force of others, by delivering this kiss, or doing other things that aren’t the full game.

Specific Weaknesses:

Mortals typically die if they sleep with one of these vampires, but the Vita Furem can learn how to sate their hungers, and stop themselves from taking the mortal’s life in the process. However, it is difficult to learn, takes quite a lot of willpower, and still leaves the mortal in a very weak state, if not incredibly sick for at least a week.

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Personality:

Sarina isn’t the type to actively socialize. While she was human it was a different story. She loved going to balls, festivals and banquets in Rome. Though once she was turned that all changed for her. The tragic event of being betrayed by one she trusted left a permanent scar on her. She was scared to go out to such festivities, her appearance had not change, so it played no role in that fear. It was the hunger that made her afraid to leave home and attend such gatherings. To make matters worse her ability to trust dwindled and she refused to make any connections with others until she found a group of vampires that took her in.
After some time, she became able to warm up to people and form trust, but it was, and still is a slow process for her. There are very few people she will refer to as a friend, and she tends to throw people more into the acquaintance category. Nonetheless, she is still a reliable ally and will fight alongside her kind. If her queen demands someone to step up and take care of something she is quick to stand and volunteer. She doesn’t have many fears anymore. In her mind, she had died when she was turned. Death is just a new journey in her mind. A final frontier ready to explore, even if the afterlife for a vampire ends up just being a search for light in some endless void. So, she isn’t afraid to even volunteer to follow an order that put her life at risk.

Losing her concept of fear has made her an efficient and very aggressive fighter, which gave her an edge on countless occasions during her eternal adventure into the modern times. Her efficiency made her content with her abilities, and she doesn’t seek out any further power. Whether it is from drinking the queens blood, or attempting to form an alliance with any other race. All she feels she needs is the queen’s approval and the backing of her coven.

For other races Sarina is very choosey about which ones she gets along with. For her shifters are the scum of the earth, who she would love to be able to wipe out. She has a grudge against them after losing a lover in a fight with a group of shifters around the time the two races began commonly clashing. Although she won’t admit that the situation was escalated by her and her lover instigating a fight with the group. Though what can one do? The two species simply don’t mix. Surprisingly for a vampire Sarina has no issue with Angels. In fact, if they couldn’t so easily kill her she would enjoy their company over most races, because they are unable to lie. Even if they choose to answer in some roundabout way her many years in the world has allowed her to pick out if they are not telling her something. Although, that doesn’t mean she is perfect, because she has been fooled by a few angels in the past, which luckily has yet to put her in mortal danger. She isn’t fond of how the Angels look at her kind, but everyone has their faults.

After hundreds of years of praying on unsuspecting humans Sarina has become slightly sadistic. There is not much left in the world that has been able to surprise her or amuse her. So, she is quite fond of demons. She finds their antics funny and on the occasions, she has seen demon contracts go poorly either for the demon or human, she gets a good laugh out of it. Associating with demons on a more personal level is no issue for her, but she takes much longer to warm up to one than a human or another one of her kin.

When it comes to humans Sarina tries to avoid making any connections. For the most part, she does not wish to sire any fledglings. Plus, she has been driven away by so many humans in her youth, that she tends to convince herself humans are only good for meals and that is all. After the supernatural being exposed her typical hunting behavior has become tamer than she would like, since only a 150 years ago she preferred to drain her prey until death. She enjoys fresh blood from the vein so drinking from a blood bag is not really appealing from her, which makes her a more dangerous vampire for humans to associate with. Although, if a human attempts to attack her verbally or physically, she would be more than happy to attempt making them feel like the worthless cattle she often thinks them as. Either by overpowering them and draining their blood, verbally abusing them back, or simply charming them to bend them to her will.

Sarina is neutral toward reapers, but she is as standoffish as she normally is toward people she does not really know well. She could easily befriend a reaper. Though she is not fond of the idea of biting any seekers for their pleasure because she once made the mistake of swallowing a small amount of their blood, making her quite sick. Similarly, she approaches the merfolk with the same attitude because she knows little about them beside the myths that most sailors spoke of through the centuries.

The Artla in her eyes are the worst race of them all. She hates their snobby attitude and general disrespect of her kind. So, if an Artla even tries to talk to her she would just stand there glaring at them, and ignore almost anything they say. That all there is to say about that.

Making connections to her takes a lot of effort, though some find her to be like most girls in modern America, where if you feed her and offer gifts, and make a relentless effort to get to know her, she likely warms up to such a person –unless they are from a species she is not particularly fond off. She used to be a very formal and proper woman when she was human, but since times have changed she has lost most formalities and just acts in any way she feels fit. Being casual in conversations has become more habitual to her. She occasionally even catches herself being speaking in a casual manner to those higher up the chain of command on accident. If she is ever called out on it she is often more than happy to apologize and will give the similar excuse that it has become habit to adopt the modern tongue.

Killing is no issue for Sarina, or generally being cruel. If someone pisses her off, even within the coven, she would break a few bones of the offender. At least unless the Queen manages to break up a fight by scolding her. Her lack of making connections with others only makes it that much easier to land on her bad side, and she will be sure make sly comments and be a complete bitch to them for an eternity. She would never severely harm anyone within the protection of the coven unless she was ordered to do so. So, no need to worry about her trying to kill someone just for making her mad. After all, she doesn’t want to make the Queen angry. Although, those outside the coven, they would likely not see the same mercy, unless she found the idea of killing them more trouble than it is worth. Which after the discovery of supernatural, seems to be almost everyone.

Overall with feeding Sarina typically steers toward feeding on a woman. This is mostly due to her own sexual preference. Although, …she will occasionally feed on whatever is available to her. Food is food, after all, and if she does feed on men… she doesn’t typically allow it to feel good for them.

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2020 Update:

Auz’s people had detected her signature (the energetic code that only her body –including its/her mind– had) while they were racing out all around the world to clean away its pollution during the Rapture Campaign. There was no time to deal with all the beyond-human people they were finding as a biproduct of that operation, though; they had billions of humans to sort through, and untold trillions of tons of their waste to erase (convert back to harmless things, such as building materials they could unload from their WarShips and put to use later). Sarina essentially got prioritized low that day… and ignored. (Nothing personal; she was/is a gem, but they had no choice.)

Years went by, Auz and his kind working most of their waking hours during that time, raising up their city, empire, and alliances more and more, ensuring their place was as assured and permanent as ever/any. That work came to fruition seven years after the Rapture, though; they were now free to enjoy some of the fruits of their labor. They started by reviewing the data about attractive, potentially-compatible others they’d spotted during their many travels and jobs… and Sarina’s file in their database was presented with pride.

Betrayed by a lover, then her family? Shut down for a time, like an animal who’d been abused might? Finding family, loyalty, and meaning far beyond her own? Comfortable using violence to defend those who protect and count on her? Wow; what a keeper! And then there was the fact that she, and all her kind, were incredibly beautiful… and healed by having sex; they weren’t just vampires; they were another previously-unknown race/subset of nymphs!

Auz showed up at her nightclub one night. San Francisco looked almost back to normal; its rebuild had been completed in record time, thanks to 3D-printing and other newer technologies, and many people were enjoying having places like where Sarina worked to unwind at the end of their reconstruction-filled days. He ordered a non-alcoholic drink, and proceeded to size her up as she bartended for him.

Half an hour of confident, casual, amicable chatting went by. He complimented her, but didn’t push his luck. When she had time to pause and talk with him (between preparing drinks for all the others there beside him at the bar), he gave her his undivided attention… and then, in regular intervals, he seemed to forget she was even there.

Tilting his head slightly to the side, he gave her a knowing look; his eyes and other forms of body-language surprised and shocked her. Then he said it aloud, with the perfect volume at that noisy bar of hers, so only she could, her eyes on his lips, really hear; “You look like you could use a ‘drink’, Sarina.” Did he just offer what she thought he did?!

Her eyes widened as her sexy lips parted. Normally she never showed emotions on that pretty face of hers. The man had caught her reaction immediately, though, and somehow they both what was about to happen –and that he, for whatever reason/s, was onto her.

The unexpectedly ‘generous’ man got up and left the bar, making his way through the crowd of patrons, dancers, and low-key prostitutes, heading straight into the women’s restroom. It took Sarina a moment to process it all, wondering if it was a trap, and further amazed that he hadn’t made her follow him into the men’s room. She then waved another staff member over to cover for her so she could go and find out, and excused herself for a few minutes.

Almost storming into the bathroom, ready to defend her life and that of those whose secret “race” she had been protecting all these years (400, was it now?), she almost knocked the bathroom door off its hinges, though the loud nightclub music drowned out the smack. Inside the women’s restroom, again her energy surge was clear; she almost tore the stall door off before steeling herself and choosing her words. “What… did you just… say to me out there,” she ordered him, more than asked.

“What?” he raised an eyebrow just enough to show his aristocracy and total composure despite being faced with a temperamental and defensive little toxic-mouthed vampire, “did you really think, especially after all that disclosure on the news for so many years, that people hadn’t learned how to spot people like us?” He chose not to refer to vampires or other beyond-human beings as “her kind”, preferring to think of them as kin with him and his own. Stepping one step closer to her, his eyes staying on her own, he waited to see how his calming superpower would affect her, and then he upturned both his palms in offering to hers, “Would you like to have a real conversation for once?” He watched as her eyes moved down to his hands, then back up to pierce into his soul, scrutinizing him, really interested in the bold man now.

For once, she felt her heart –and other parts– stirring for someone other than a woman. Her “bathroom break” became a literal one; their sex was sudden and wild, both of them grabbing and slamming the other’s body around, knocking things over, cracking a toilet lid and wall tile. Why the hell was she so turned on? –and by a man?!

He made it a quicky, bringing her to two powerful, shaking orgasms, before munching on her neck, squeezing her tits and ass, and unloading his cum deep up into her pussy with an orgasm of his own, letting both of them feel the several, long, back-to-back spurts she’d summoned out of him with all her natural and vampire-enhanced hotness. He’d even cupped his hand over her mouth to muffle her first sex-cry, knowing it would be a loud one. Why had she let him? Why was she suddenly okay with a man touching her like that?

But it was so hot! She couldn’t deny… She couldn’t deny Him.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was,” her fiery side came back, matching her hair, as she straightened out her tight black dress, but then she thought of another way to end that thought, and her sentence, and their first fuck together, “…but I want it to happen again.” She gave him a peck on his cheek, then reached for the stall door –which was on the verge of breaking free from its hinges they’d repeatedly damaged. When she felt his hand gently close around her wrist, her vampire-heart leaped, almost skipping a beat, and she let him turn her back around, stopping her from leaving, at least until he’d given her another proper kiss… and then another… and another, really working his tongue into her mouth, and all around with hers.

Taking another moment to demonstrate his otherworldly initiative, he held up her dress, slipped one of his business cards down into the front of her panties, gave her pussy a polite pat right between her legs, ensuring she felt it tap that card against her cum-soaked slit, then re-straightened her dress for her, French kissed her one more time, spun her back around to face the stall door, gave her a divine pat on her left ass-cheek, and that concluded their transaction. “Strut that hot little body back out of here for me. I’m gonna stay hard for you for weeks, Sarina.” Wow; he remembered her name, and was talking to her even more smoothly than they do in porn! This was a man worth giving a chance to… at last.

Somehow she managed to finish the rest of her shift, although she probably looked a little flustered and flushed. The teen-looking ~500-year-old girl had so much on her mind. Unable to stop herself, she immediately texted the number on the business card she retrieved from her panties right after clocking out.

… ‘Come onnn… Come on,’ she thought to herself, antsy, wondering why she was obsessing over the screen on her phone like a spoiled daddy’s-girl still in high-school. “Come on!” she shouted, then looked up, wondering if anyone was walking around outside the nightclub close enough to have noticed her. Her eyes went back to the screen, her other hand on autopilot as it unlocked and opened the door to her car.

“You forgot your refreshment,” his reply-text came. It was such dry wit, and respecting The Masquerade. He was good.

She practically leaped up out of her driver’s seat, punching the inside roof of the vehicle. “YES!!” It was the girliest sound she’d ever made, and the hardened vampire was now behaving completely out of character.

She texted back, her thumbs moving with the speed of lightning, the cell phone barely able to keep up, “Where are you?” She wanted him. Again. Again and again and again. NOW. She also wanted to try that ‘drink’ –and this time, not just his cum.

They spent a very energetic night in his luxurious hotel room, he always finding and accepting only the best each city had to provide. The first thing he’d done when opening the door for her was to lift up her black dress again, then slide her panties halfway down her thighs while she was still standing right out there in the hallway connecting all the other rooms on that floor, and finger her to see if she was still filled with and coated in their earlier union’s cum. “Good; you didn’t clean up. That’s hot. Now get in here… so I can get back in you.”

Sarina was in love… again… with a man –a real one, too; Auz was nothing like that Theodore she’d come to hate. She did her best to fuck him hard –but not too hard, not wanting to hurt him. When they finished –after several hours– she marveled at him while he caught his breath, and then promised him she’d only give him the gentlest and briefest of nibbles, which she did.

Auz’s blood was that of a dormant god; she was not prepared for its power over her, and it immediately made her cum harder than all the poundings he’d just given her. It gave her visions, too; visions of them in bed together, with many other hot women –the kind of women she longed for, making her loins burn and ache to be used more thoroughly then ever, again and again and again. He had just sired her –both with his mind powers and command of their language, and then with his fluids; his cum and now his blood.

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The two didn’t miss a single day while he still had time to be in her rebuilt city during this latest expedition of his there; every day or night, at least once, they met for a quickie. Sometimes they spent the whole night together. She started showering at his place, right in his hotel room –including before each fuck-session, always wanting to smell the absolute best for him, doing everything in her power to give him reason to continue “hanging out” with her.

“I thought I was gay, you know,” she began confiding in him, joking with him, as if they’d been friends and confidants forever. “No,” he smirked, “you were just having to live surrounded by the infuriatingly non-men just like the rest of us; you’d never met a real man before.” She had to agree, so they fucked again –for four more hours.

Every time they were about to part ways again, he he gave her one last extra-rough fuck, holding her hair in his fist, smacking her ass, and munching and licking her all over. He smacked her tits, face, ass, and pussy goodbye –lovingly, yet hard. He pushed her up against the hotel wall and rubbed his face all over her inner thighs and pussy, coating himself in her sweet nectar before finally letting her finish leaving. The man was wilder than she was! Sarina was in love. Wait; …didn’t she already say that?

It wasn’t long before he, with his masterful application of his powers, helped her have relaxing and long-overdue sex with her crush, the queen of their vampire coven. His calming and arousing effects kept spreading through them like clockwork. They didn’t care at all that it had fully exposed their long-hidden coven to an outsider. Yes, the Prime of all Inisfreeans really is that effortlessly powerful –and that stems from his genuine love for their kind, which they can, instinctively, appreciate and detect.

“Come with me,” he looked at her lips, his own mere millimeters from hers, while he spoke to them, exhaling warmly straight into her, knowing what it was doing to her, loving how it had captured her full body’s attention, all of her being hanging in the air in front of him, ready and waiting to be gripped and taken –used by him– again. “–to my city.” She then snapped back out of it –a bit– realizing that he’d started a sentence a moment ago. How long had she been caught starring and salivating at his lips? Had she licked her own, wanting to wet them to better seal against his?

“What?” she almost cracked up at herself, then looked up into his eyes, star-struck and ready for anything he desired or commanded. “I forgot what you just said,” she blushed, her eyes aglow with lust and love. Somehow, her body hadn’t; she was ready to come with him. Her exhale, then, was a horny and completely-trusting sigh.

Reuniting their mouths, he helped her to remember. She took his hand and boarded an Inisfreean airship with him that night. One of his Inisfreean girls had already brilliantly arranged to stand in for her back at the nightclub’s bar.

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There are other hot female vampires in Inisfree and San Francisco, and Auz fucks them all. Pretty soon, thanks to his introductions for her, Sarina will be, too. She’ll have all the healing opportunities she’ll ever need.

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Now, whenever Auz goes to her nightclub, he always walks right up to the bar and gets her grinning and blushing by telling her, in front of everyone (including her coworkers, who now know about them; their relationship), that he came back only to see her.

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2022 Update:

The moment she arrived in Inisfree, she married that man. (That was near the end of 2020.) Their kiss on the altar after waiting through the ceremony and energetically saying their vows was almost bruising, it was so powerful and full of raw, wild, magnetic attraction. Some of their guests had lovingly chuckled at the loud sound of her hands smacking around his cheeks to hold him steady as it began. The two were in love beyond words, barely able to contain themselves.

It has been two years since that happy day now, and they are just as in love as then. (The “honeymoon phase” doesn’t end for people who make it to Inisfree; they stay that-in-love forever, just as real lovers always do, amen.) They go on fun dates every time they get to be together, then unwind like they did that first night he and she fully connected. Sometimes they make it back to her place downtown.

Sarina, having been solely into girls for the whole time she was in the States (largely due to how un-masculine or insecure most males in that country had been brainwashed to be), still finds it easy as can be to make friendships and more with all the gorgeous, flawless fellow-hotties in Inisfree. She always helps arrange meetups for Auz whenever she learns he is available for such things, loving how he appreciates that and showers her with even more affection and praise. The two are able to enjoy the same things together –and fully, sparing not a single want or fantasy.

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