Vampire-Napper! Ch.: The masked caper of Sex!
"Get out of here you beast!" A man with a pitchfork yelled. A group of other villagers entered in a chanting chorus of "monster" and "fiend" my own people were driving me back away from my home I had come to for help, but they wanted nothing to do with a demon such as myself. Of course I still loved and cared for them but I was hurt at their maliciousness.
They had found out I was a vampire just days earlier and had run me out before I sought help but no other countries would take me in. Therefore I returned to my village. I ran from them and they chased and chased and chased until finally I tripped and fell. The searing pain of three prongs entering my body several times was excruciatingly painful. All of a sudden my clothes were being ripped from my body and suddenly everything went black.
When I awake there is a strange man sitting on me. He is muscular and is soaked from head to toe. I take a look at my surroundings: a beautiful white sanded beach with shells and other things scattered among the sands. The strange man I recognize as the country of Greece, and he is wet and smells of salt, I predict he has just swum in the ocean recently.
He is naked except for a pair of plaid light blue-white boxers (which I can see through, his member is long and thick even though it is not erect). He has a beautifully built body: stone-chiseled abs, rock-hard pecks, biceps that are thicker than my throat, he is a perfect man and extremely sexy. I groan under his weight and he immediately jumps up off me.
I look at him and say: "Why the hell were you sitting on me?" He stands there for a long time before answering in a casual voice that seems annoyed that I am alive for some reason.
"I thought you were dead and I needed somewhere to sit" he says, the bulge in his boxers starting to grow. "What happened to you Romania?"
I tell about how they learned I was a vampire and how I tried to seek help but no countries I asked would. How I returned to my home and how they chased me then stabbed and raped me (the rape part I am fuzzy on since I fainted). When I finish he picks me up in a bear hug and apologizes for what has happened to me. He lies down on his back on the sand and carefully sets me sitting on his bulge his member so erect that it is poking out of his boxers. In this moment I cannot hold myself back. I am craving blood badly (something I only crave when extremely turned on) and I need to take it from someone, anyone. I take it from Greece.
I sink my fangs into his muscular neck. His blood is so delicious; it tastes of wine and exercise. He works out regularly and his body seems unalarmed to my sucking of his life. He moans and rubs my sides, my tattered cloth that is a poor excuse for clothes flutters in the wind. He pulls me closer to him we are chest to chest, my fangs still in his neck. This is the first time I have ever drank blood and it tastes wonderful. I feel as if I cannot stop. He pulls me from his neck to his chest and he falls asleep, but not soon after I do as well.
When I wake up I am not in the arms of Greece but in the arms of a man with clothes softer than silk. I open one eye and see that he is wearing what seems like a red and white rob with a funny fat red and white hat with a feather sticking out of it. He also is wearing a mask. He has larger muscles than Greece does, tanner than he is, and much taller than he is. The man is cradling me in his arms bridal style. He is humming merrily and is acting as if it is normal to be carrying a person with tattered clothes and is covered in blood. I look around at the people here and they look at me and seem to think that this is normal for this man to do this. This is great. Just who kidnapped me?
I fall back asleep without much difficulty, and when I wake up I am still in his arms but there are soft blankets covering us and hundreds of pillows surround us. He isn't wearing one article of clothing (well except for his ever so important mask), and for a moment I thought I was nude as well until I looked at my body to see a fine silk robe air light and soft it feels as if I am not wearing it at all. He is holding me in his arms my head on his chest, his erect member grinding against my body. He is more perfect than Greece is. His stubbly chin, his tan skin, his broad and built body, his member that is the longest I have ever seen erect. I feel as if he is perfect and is meant for me and me alone, as if he is mine and he and I will live like this forever. This is absolutely ridiculous since I know absolutely nothing about him.
He opens one eye to see me staring at his member. He flips me over so that he is on top of me.
"You want this?" He says grinding his length against mine. I shake my head in response. I want my first time (well that's what I want to consider it. I do not want to admit to myself I have been raped) to be with someone I like personality wise along with physically.
"Why not?" He says, his stubble brushing against my chest. He is licking my body, and it is working. I want him. I want his blood.
"Please… stop…" I manage to breathe out. I am not sure how much more I can handle before I have to sink my fangs into his tan neck.
He begins to try and take the white cloak off of me but I jerk away. I get up out of the tangle of sheets and walk out of the room. This palace is huge and the decorations and the language on the paintings immediately tell me who kidnapped me and a theory as to why.
The kidnapper's name is Ottoman Empire. He raised Greece from a child when Greece's mother died. Ever since Greece grew up and left Ottoman Empire's, well, empire they have been constantly fighting. Therefore when Ottoman saw me with Greece just sleeping there he thought he would do me to prove that he is better at sex the Greece. He kidnaped me to prove something to his rival. Great.
The palace is rather large and I spend a half hour wandering around before I find the kitchen. There is a harem of women in the dining hall, Ottoman's harem, they are all eating breakfast. They look at me, shrug at each other, and invite me to sit with them. I refuse, but they insist very strongly and eventually force me into a chair.
The food is amazing, cilbir (poached eggs in yogurt), seftali receli (peach jam), yumurta dolmasi (devilled eggs), yumurtali ekmek (French toast), and so much more. All the women talk about, besides the latest fashions and gossip, is Ottoman: his skin, his dick, his personality, everything about him.
"The sultan speaks a lot about you, he says that Greece had kidnapped you and was going to rape you when the sultan saved you. Is that true?" Said the head woman, you could tell because she did everything and the rest followed.
"That isn't exactly true…" I mutter blushing when I think about Greece.
"Then what happened?" She prods.
"Well you see I was kidnapped by Greece he kind of found me passed out on the beach, and I don't if he was going to 'rape' me but we fell asleep and when I woke up I was here." I decide to leave out the romantic and incriminating things but the redness of my face probably gives it all away.
"I see…." She begins quietly and then builds in volume "Well I am Adalet it's nice to meet you." The rest of the women chime in a greeting.
"It is very nice to meet all of you" I reply back. Adalet, that means justice I think to myself spontaneously.
"Well it's nice to know everyone is acquainted now isn't it?" Sings Ottoman as he comes in to the room. All the women get out of their chairs and try to fawn over him but he just waves aside and sits in the chair next to me.
"Do you like the food?" He asks laughing as he puts his around me.
"Very much so, but I prefer less extravagant foods like slănină and balmoş though." I say staring at the plate. I try to maneuver out from under his arm, but I am not successful.
"If you know how to make that stuff I'll let you steal the kitchen for a morning." He says trying to tickle my cheek with his finger.
"I would but slănină takes a couple weeks to make, I can make lots of other breakfast and dinner stuff too." I say twirling a spoon in between my hands.
"Well we'll let you cook tomorrow then." He says.
"All of this is a little sudden I mean I just got here, and I barely know who you are." I say snapping to reality. I get up from the chair holding my hands out in front of me in a gesture of warning and questioning.
"HA HA HA! Well I'm pretty sure we know the basis of each other from others right?" Ha says winking at me. I nod my head, this is true. "Good, well then how about you and I go see the sights here in Istanbul?"
"I'd rather explore this monstrous palace before exploring the city." I say laughing gesturing my hands to show how big this place is.
"Good idea, I'll give you the official tour! Benimle gel!" He says draping his arms around my waist, I immediately pull away giving a little distance between us.
Thus I began to live in Ottoman's palace. He showed me all of Istanbul the next day and it was amazing: vendors, restaurants, theaters, it was breath taking. I soon began to forget why I was there and what it all meant….