But she can not return any of the lust you feel," my fiancee explained.But she can not return any of the lust you feel," my fiancee explained. "Master? Is that all you desire?" Jennifer spoke in a sultry voice, one that promised delights beyond all imagination. I knew better now. My lust spat in disgust and walked away without a second thought. My penis stayed flaccid. "We must get her coffin, so she has safe place to sleep in basement. The sun will kill her, and she is vulnerable to crosses and all things holy," Victoria said. We retrieved Jennifer's coffin without incident and returned to the house. Jennifer followed us everywhere, because we didn't think it was a good idea to leave her to her own vampiric urges. It would be some time before Jennifer could handle her blood lust without any help. As the sun rose, Jennifer started to close the coffin in our basement. For a minute, she seemed to transform back into the Jen I had flirted with and become fond of. "I'm sorry..." I whispered, a tear coming to my eye. She smiled as her eyes closed, and I thought I heard her whisper, in a very, very soft voice, "I know." The lid thudded shut, and I wept softly in the silence. Another week passed. Jennifer seemed to regain more of her old personality. Her voice was less seductive, and she wasn't supernaturally beautiful (to me, at least.) Victoria and I hunted nightly to bring back Jennifer's dinner, so that I could keep her from killing her food. She had to feed nightly, in contrast to Victoria and me. We both could go for about a week without blood. The delight Jen took in seducing, then biting her victims was obvious. It bothered me. |