Trinity's Mark

Of Elves and Vampires: Trinity’s Mark

Ella Scopilo

Chippewa Publishing • Wisconsin

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This book is dedicated to my wonderful husband and family who put up with my frantic desire to get the book published. A special thanks goes out to friends and Joletta Hill and Maria Motley. Thank you goes to the members of The Vampire Book Club at http://www.vampirebookclub.com for making this book possible.

Chapter One Black shadows of the Sumac tree decorated Trinity’s soft and perfect lawn. She sat out on the porch admiring the full moon casting the shadows, wondering what it would be like to stare back at the Earth from the moon. Trinity had always obsessed about the paranormal world and there was no question as to why she loved the glow of the moon. Her grandmother, a High Priestess wiccan, used to teach Trinity about the elements of the Earth and sky and how to harness them as spells. Meme Native would teach Trinity about love and how to harness the love of the one she wanted to capture forever. “Two bits of red rose petal for love, two bits of pink rose petal for passion, two bits of mixed rose petal for trust, two bits of white rose petal for friendship, and two bits of yellow rose petal for lust.” Meme Native would chant as she crushed the petals into a beautiful perfume. Trinity never understood the poem and after her mother ripped her away from her grandmother’s sweet home when she was four she eventually forgot the pretty poem Meme Native chanted. With her mother’s passing and her grandmother nowhere to be found, Trinity was alone. At only twenty-two years old, after her mother’s long awaited release from cancer, she sought seclusion from the world. She sold the two-story brownstone in their expensive New York lifestyle and opted for a simple country home with a garden and horse in Wisconsin. Here she could pass the time and write music for the bands, which bought her, love songs and hide away from fame and people. **** From the shadows he watched her. The beautiful golden brown skin and flowing golden hair that graced over her ass as she walked. Most of all he loved her eyes, those glowing green eyes, as if magick itself was pooling inside, waiting to reach out and grab the next man who walked by. Every night he imagined running his hands over her tight little ass and sucking on those perfectly round breasts. Raul watched but could never ever let her in his life. For two hundred years he hunted for his lost one. For two hundred long drawn out years of hunting, searching, and screaming for the one he lost so long ago. He remembered back to when he changed forever, when he became what he feared the most.

Raul and his lover Alonsa were making sweet love in the barn at the foot of her father’s ranch. Alonsa loved the sound of the horses and the smell of the leather so much that she would drag him out of the bedroom and into the barn when her father left for those long trips to Spain. They would spend hours making love on blankets in the soft hay with no one else around but the helpers in the house. Alonsa would give them silver to keep them quiet as Raul would laugh at their greed. That night, Alonsa kissed her sweet love then ran home as she did every night before her father’s return. Raul was sprawled out on the blanket, lying on his stomach. His muscular back twitched from the extensive lovemaking he and Alonsa previously enjoyed. He smiled in his slumber, remembering her sweet kisses and her tightness wrapped around him. Even after an hour of lovemaking and then sleep, he was still aroused. Fingernails tickled his back and ass. He squirmed as they traced from the bottom of his crevice to the top of his neck. “Allie.” He moaned in his sleep. Raul rolled over on his back, his erection pointing to the moon. He awoke not to Alonsa’s beautiful green eyes staring down at him but to the glowing silver eyes of a beautiful stranger. The haunting gray eyes mesmerized him as he tried to focus on his lover’s face. “Who are you?” He cried, wanting to neither remove this beautiful stranger nor fuck her. “Why, I’m Alonsa. Do you not recognize me?” She cooed as she stared into his eyes as she stroked his long and aching cock. She licked his pulsing head with her skilled tongue then sucked in the top part of his head. Her tongue swirled around his shaft until it was completely covered. Raul groaned as he brought his legs up and wrapped his fingers through the woman’s hair. “Yes, Alonsa.” He moaned and pulled the woman from his swollen member. He gasped at the beautiful woman’s face and tried to push her away but she coaxed him for more. He groaned, already aching in need for her tight mouth and soft lips, and pushed her head back down to his throbbing cock. To his disgust, she removed herself right before he came. He doubled in sweet pain and held his climax, awaiting the next move of the delicious seductress. It hurt, but hurt so good. The woman straddled his waist then slowly lowered her body over his engorged muscle. She lowered her body over his thick head then stopped at the very top. Raul wanted to grab her curvy hips and force her upon him but the way she teased him drove him beyond his

wildest desires. She grabbed his hands and pulled them over his head, holding them down with strength he had never known from a woman. Her breasts bounced in his face, teasing him to no end. With each pass, he tried to catch one in his mouth but didn’t succeed. The woman’s laugh echoed with desire as he played, sucking at each hardened nipple as they passed his pursed lips. She finally let him have one when she pushed her whole body over his, plunging his cock inside her wet folds. “Amor!” She screamed, riding him with quick thrusts of her hips. Raul still couldn’t move his pinned arms. His cock was deep inside her but how he wanted to squeeze her bobbling breasts and knead her tight ass that teased his aching balls. The seductress bent over, allowing him to suck her taut nipple as he took in as much of her breast as he could. A sharp pain pinched then pierced his neck as he suckled her mounds. Pain shot through his skin and ran into his veins as he felt his blood being pulled from his body. He tried to shake the woman off but her grasp of his arms and hips was much too strong. The pain soon subsided into a deep overbearing ecstasy. He could feel his own blood leaving his body into this love goddess, his veins drying into mere threads of tissue. She pumped his life through her lips as his cock exploded deep inside her depths. Through the pain and pleasure of it all, Raul knew he was dying. His body felt the loss of blood and as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Before he died, the woman put her own breast to her lips and cut the top with her own long canines. Raul watched in horror and lust as she brought her bleeding bosom to his lips and forced him to suck. “Feed from me, amor.” She cooed. “Take the life of my blood and renew your life.” He felt himself starting to cum again as he took the life from this woman. The woman just seduced him and killed him and whose name he didn’t even know. She laughed as he suckled her breast, thrusting his hips between her own. “Raul! No!” Alonsa screamed from the other end of the barn. He tried to stop but the life the woman brought to him from her breast kept him suckling for more. “Drink sweet one. Drink. Take life from me as I have from you. Become mine forever.” She cooed as he gulped down thick swallows of his own infected blood as it recycled through the woman’s body. “Alonsa?” He managed through the blood pouring into his lips. As he regained focus of the woman seducing him, his cock went limp. Frightened and confused, he pushed the woman off his body and ran toward the woman

he loved only to fall down at her feet. Naked and striped with blood, he begged her forgiveness. The look of horror screamed from Alonsa’s eyes. “No.” She cried, staring down at Raul. “What have you done?” “Little one, go!” The vampire hissed as she floated toward Alonsa. “Go before I have you too!” “Go!” Raul screamed in horror. “Don’t touch her, puta!” “You’re mine now.” The vampire scoffed at Raul. “You’ll have no choice but to bow down before me.” “I will never be yours!” He screamed as he watched her chase Alonsa out the barn door. **** Present Day, Wisconsin Hot tears stung Raul’s eyes as he watched his love hum childhood memories from a time long forgotten. His cock ached while he watched her lie there in the moonlight, touching herself in places only she knew. It was warm enough to keep her from shielding her beautiful body from the shimmering glow of the moonlight but cool enough for her nipples to rise in stiff peaks while teasing his very manhood. The shadows of the sumac trees caressed her body in the moonlight, moving along the length of her long legs. She stirred as he moved closer, sending signals of love in her dreams. He watched as she listened to the stirring of the leaves, hearing soft I love you’s in the air. He stopped behind the shed when her hand traced up her thigh and up to her breast. She groaned as her eyes fluttered open, aware of the open air around her, possibly feeling his presence with her sixth sense. **** Trinity glanced around, checking to see that no one was watching her in the backyard of her secluded country home, then she traced the outline of her body with her own fingers. It seemed that ever since she planted those darn roses she acted sensual and seductive but with no one around to please. There were roses surrounding her very home from all angles. Red to the west, over looking the lake. Yellow to the east, blocking her horse pasture.

White to the garden and pink between the driveway and her home. There were hundreds of rose bushes, keeping her safe from all mankind. At least, not the vampire mankind. He watched as she licked the tips of her fingers then traced the brown outline of her hard nipples. She pulled and pinched the left nipple between her finger and thumb then found her other hand rubbing her clitoris in small, delicate circles and probing her own depths to bring her own juices to circle again. Raul’s cock ached for the woman who teased him with her own desires for her very own body. His jeans could no longer contain the pressure of his shaft, forcing him to quietly unzip his jeans. His full length popped out of his pants and pulsed in his hand as he stroked long, needing strokes. As he watched, the woman pulled her legs up to a deeper plunge of her middle finger. He felt his own cock twitch, ready to burst. No, not yet! He thought and calmed his aching need. He groaned as she forced her forefinger and her middle finger back inside, probing her own body. His mind went to hers as he felt every stroke of her fingers as if they were an extension of his own. His long strokes began quick strides as her other hand pinched and rubbed her own clit faster and faster as if she could feel his mind melding within hers. Suddenly her back arched as she pumped both fingers into her own depths and continued to rub her clit. She groaned and arched, trying to get as much in as she could when she came. Trellises of white lights shimmered from the sky, falling around her body. He immediately followed, forcibly stroking his long cock and cupping his own sac. Semen jetted out of his head and into the grass as he fell to his knees, still watching the love he had always known; the same love, the same mind yet a different body. **** Trinity felt a presence watching her; some one who watched her please herself from her own lawn. She ran inside her home while her eyes darted around the lawn and pasture. Once inside and sure no one was waiting for her, she locked all the doors and windows. She threw on a sweat suit and started a pot of tea to calm her nerves. Maybe it was just an owl or a dog, she hoped. She huddled on the couch, waiting for some one to walk up to the door and introduce himself as “the man watching her play with herself, and oh, can he join?” but nothing happened. No one knocked. No dogs barked. After twenty or so minutes of this silliness, she turned on the television and

relaxed. As her body rested from the excitement outside, she slept. Dreams of long ago crept into her mind. A handsome man, as noble as a Spanish conquistador, walked into her mind and held her gaze from a cross the room. He touched her ways that she only dreamed a man would touch her and in ways that she somehow remembered from long ago. **** Dark gray eyes stared at her from a distance and waited. He watched the whole show and waited for the perfect moment to kill the bitch and tell his mistress it was done but he didn’t want to disturb such beauty in the darkness. He could also smell another presence, another man perhaps? A smell of vampire lingered from the Sumac trees. Rigor wouldn’t dare take the woman until he was sure she was alone. There was something magical about this woman. Something so incredibly sweet and delectable. Maybe if he could just love her once, capture her heart and fuck her into the next week, he would keep her for his very own. If she balked then he would bring her back to the mistress to do whatever it was that the mistress wanted to do to her, but if she loved him back, he would keep her as his very own toy. She would be a good addition to the creek elves. Her magick was strong, even if she didn’t believe or even know of her extraordinary powers. He could bring her back and fuck her every night and they would rule the creek elves with his sex and her magic, just like the prophecy was foreseen by the High Priestess. Their offspring would make wonderful royalty. The others would be green with envy and wanting a part of everything but he would keep her to himself. All to himself. That gorgeous body straddling him every night, squeezing her large breasts and slapping that tight little ass. His friends would beg and plead but he would never share. No, never, never. Not unless she wanted to, and that she might. Female creek elves were always more than generous with their sex as it gave them power through their men. The more men, the more power the lady creek elf holds. With their magic, the High Priestess would have no excuse but to step down and allow them to rule. Who could say no to such sex and beauty? No, he was going to at least try to keep her before bringing her back to his mistress. The sultry witch’s own magick would shield him from the vampire bitch that held him prisoner and he would be free forever, with a beautiful woman to love.

That’s what he would do. Tomorrow night, while she slept, he would show himself and let her know his love. If she refused, she would be forced to serve the Senora. He would win either way.

Chapter Two Trinity awoke to the sound of a bird chirping outside her open window. She crawled out of her king size waterbed and sauntered into the bathroom. It usually took a few minutes for the hot water to reach her shower so she started the water then forced her tired body into the kitchen to make a pot of delicious French Roast coffee. As she washed her body with the natural loofah sponge and sudsy rose petal body soap, the smell of fresh roasted coffee lingered into the bathroom. It was her queue to stop being lazy in the shower and get busy with life. Within moments, she had her hair washed and her body squeaky clean. She wrapped herself in a white towel and poured a delicious cup of coffee smothered in fresh milk. Ah, the virtues of living in the country. Her closest neighbors, who really lived about five miles away, brought her fresh milk from their dairy every week. Somehow, she stayed thin eating chocolate chip muffins and strong coffee smothered in milk but it never crossed her mind to watch her weight. Something in the back of her head told her that her grandmother had something to do with it. For all the years she lived with her over obsessed mother, she never really remembered her grandmother. Her mother never spoke of her grandmother and cursed her name when the gypsies came to town. If her grandmother was a gypsy, she had no idea. Only the faint smell of roses and myrrh reminded her of the beautiful old woman. Perhaps this is why she loved roses so much. Every day the roses planted outside her home sent faint memories of her Meme Native. Trinity couldn’t even remember what her grandmother looked like, only the simple smell of her beautiful roses and herbs cooking in the kitchen. Just as her grandmother would have, she picked a special pink rose from the garden and placed in a vase for the kitchen table. For some reason the pink roses were the most abundant this year, almost as if they were getting the most nutrients. She placed the delicate vase in the middle of her white tile and aspen wood table then finished getting ready for her meeting with the new recording artist. It was odd she would be meeting the recording artist in such a hurry. The singers normally wanted to take time to read her material and see what they had to work with then would complain about everything, from the words to the rhythm. It was a wonder she got anything done. This time was different. He wanted to meet her. Typically, it took months to have any work approved. This time, it

happened within a matter of a few days that seemed very suspicious. In any case, she needed the money and hoped for something good to come out of one of her songs. **** Trinity was met by a skinny man who was tall enough to hit the top frame of the old door. He wore nothing more than a leather vest that covered his pale un-hairy chest and tight black jeans. His hair was kinky and long which he pulled back into a ponytail. He smiled when she entered the coffee house, a genuine friendly smile. “Hello, Ms. Aleui. Please come this way. Raul is expecting you.” Trinity was excited beyond her wildest dreams. Raul Vasquez was the sexiest rock star since Mick Jagger. No one ever saw him out during the daytime and rarely was one lucky enough to meet the man. Trinity’s closest friends were astonished to find out she had landed an appointment with the “The Spanish Fly”, a name he had adopted from the few women who told ravishing stories of his romantic nature. Yes, some women had the divine opportunity to meet him, some even had sex with him, but she read he was very picky about his women. In fact, some women even thought he might be gay because of his lack of enthusiasm about their meeting. It wasn’t as if she had a major crush on the guy, no way! She wanted to know more about the singer to write songs for him. She wanted to get inside his head. It would be such an honor to meet some one of his stature and fame. She let her mind wander as the tall man led her down a flight of stairs and into a dark and hidden basement. There was a soft glow of a fluorescent light casting a strange glow about every thing. In the corner sat Raul, his handsome eyes glowing from some unknown light. He was even more handsome in person. What in the world am I doing down here? As she walked closer, a familiar feeling swept over her body. The man sitting in front of her reminded her of some one special, a face she didn’t remember but gazed into, a body she once held but never knew. He smiled a dashing and crushing smile as her insides melted into a puddle of jelly. Why? She studied his strong angular face and long black hair. “I need a chair. Please.” Trinity managed between heavy breaths. She never gawked at men before, why should this time be so different? Raul snapped his fingers at the tall man and instantly she was given a comfortable office chair to stretch her wobbly legs on. Good timing too because her knees were about to give. The man brought a flute of red wine

to Raul. He eyed the glass with appreciation then set it on the table. “What would you like Ms. Aleui?” Raul quizzed, his tongue rolling over her last name as if he were tasting the skin around her ear lobe. She had to catch her breath once again and shuddered. “Do you have iced tea?” “Ricardo, please give the lady an iced tea.” He looked over at Trinity with eyes she could melt into. “Sugar? Lemon?” He smiled, she melted. “A twist of lemon, please.” She squeezed her legs together, grimacing at the warmth that stained her panties then prayed for her tea to arrive quickly. **** Raul leaned forward with a batch of paperwork, taking in her sweet smell of roses and herbs. It was bad enough the smell of the roses reminded him of watching her alone in the moonlight, squeezing and probing her body, sending him into erotic pleasure but to have her here, in his very own office was nothing short of a miracle! He wanted that body to ride him, pushing him to his ultimate desires, but most of all, he wanted her mind. Her love, his love, together again after centuries. “Where should I start Ms. Aleui?” Her name fell loosely over his tongue. He loved the sound of her new name, so French and so sexy. She took in a short breath, as if it was all she could hold. “Please, call me Trinity.” “What a beautiful name.” Raul flashed a smile. As he held her gaze, sending messages into her pretty little mind but careful enough not to mesmerize her. He didn’t want her love forced, he wanted her to truly love him as he had her for two hundred years. “Do I know you?” She glanced away from his gaze, as if trying to focus on something other than his gorgeous eyes. “Quite possibly. Do you hit the clubs at night? Maybe we’ve run into each other?” He tapped a pen at the end of the desk. “No, I don’t go to bars.” She shrugged. He wondered if she was going to make the first move or wait for him. “Okay. Let’s get down to it. You write my next song and it becomes a hit then I’ll hire you on full time.” He smiled. Raul was careful not to lead her on that he wanted her full time in more than just music. “I freelance Mr. Vasquez. I’m not interested in working full time or coming into the city every day.” Dummy, dummy, dummy! Stop playing

hardball and get on with it! He heard her think to herself. He offered a quick smile to her silliness but continued on with his serious interview. Raul stood from his chair and walked over to where she was sitting. He was wearing a tight pair of jeans that showed every thing, including his current excitement. A simple leather vest covered his bare torso, just like his helper. He watched her eyes trace the outline of the hard wad in his pants to the curly black hairs on his firm chest. His vest opened up enough to see a small tattoo of a moon to the left and above his left nipple. She licked her lips as if wanting to kiss it. Raul remembered the night he had the tattoo imprinted on his chest 200 years ago. Alonsa watched in pain as the skilled tattoo maker pierced his skin with ink and dye, creating the magical moon. It was a part of his family heirloom and a remembrance of his childhood sweetheart. His aristocratic family could afford to be a little different, unlike the peasants in the court. A moon was a symbol of pagan priesthood, an art his father practiced in Spain. It wasn’t until the Queen’s court removed his family from their country and shipped them the Americas when he realized pagan wasn’t approved in the Roman Catholic world. “Amore,” he breathed as he took seat on the desk next to her. “I am not asking you to quit whatever it is you do. Work from home. Come here once a week to Eau Claire and we’ll work out the details. Or, I can always come to your home.” “I suppose you could come to my home.” She sighed. “Is that an invitation in your house?” Raul smiled. “Yes, I think it is.” She pushed her chair back with her heels, away from him. Raul glanced at her white silk blouse. Her nipples were as hard as rocks under the see through silk blouse and white camisole. He could see her excitement right through those layers and through her lace bra. He watched her legs clenched together at his stare, then he smiled. “Amore, is something wrong?” “Why no.” She let out a breath of air. “I feel fine.” His hand flirted with the light curls around her face that escaped from her ponytail. He watched her study his face, his strong jaw line and natural olive skin. His almost black hair complimented his dark eyes perfectly. She caught her breath as his fingers grazed her face, stroking her cheek and hair. Raul watched as the peaks of her nipples rubbed against the lace of her bra, all too aware of her need. She rolled her eyes. Touch me, Raul. She repeated in her head. “When should we meet?” He was already on the other side of the table.

“Oh!” Trinity jumped up, half dazed and half aroused. At that point, most women would have laid flat on the desk at that moment if he asked them to. Raul had to remind himself that he didn’t want her that way, at least until she approved. “It has to be at night. Ever since I began singing my schedule has only allowed me visits of the night.” He smiled a wickedly sexy smile, one that caught every woman off guard. “Hmmm…. Tonight is good for you?” “Why mi amore, doesn’t a lovely woman such as yourself have anything to do on a night like tonight?” He hardened thinking of her beautiful body lying naked in the moonlight. Would he enjoy watching her again or getting the tempting possibility of doing the things to her that she did to herself as he watched from the shadows? “Not exactly.” She mumbled. “Then tonight it is. Please give your directions to Ricardo on the way out. Until then...” “Until then.” She put her hand out to shake his. Instead, he held her hand in his and brought it up to his lips. His kiss sent shivers down her spine and unintelligible whispers in her ears. He smiled as he watched her thighs squeeze together once again.

Chapter Three “Did you bring me the girl?” Senora Manuella hissed at the creek elf. She flashed her fangs to make sure he knew she would kill him in a split second if he screwed up. “Mistress, I beg for forgiveness. She was with company. I will try again later tonight.” Rigor kneeled before the woman. She was a vision of beauty with black hair that caressed her shoulders and shimmered in the moonlight. Her shoulders were smooth and unmarred. A witch she was, a dark witch vampire. Evil at it’s worst. Rigor looked over his own body in the mirror the woman once used. She could no longer see her reflection in the silver lined mirror and couldn’t for the past six hundred years. Not even after six hundred years did she realize that only silver lined mirrors hid her reflection. Stupid bitch. But that didn’t matter. Her old ways were outdated and wrong and would soon be her demise. When his new powers with the rose wench were complete, after they spent a night loving and fucking until morning, then Senora Manuella would cease to exist. They could cast her out to the sunlight and watch her burn to a crisp. He laughed beneath his frown at the old woman. In all her years had she no wisdom at all? She still loved the man who denied her powers. She created him two hundred years ago yet his love for Alonsa over powered his desire to serve his master. The Spanish Fly vampire laughed in the face of his own Master Vampire. Now the woman Alonsa was back, reincarnated into a creek elf who didn’t even know her powers were strong, stronger than those of the Senora Manuella. If she joined him together in harmony, willingly, their powers could be one. The laws of magick would not allow him to take her by force but who is to say coercion is force? Rigor rubbed his long fingers together thinking about how he could coerce the woman to his side. He knew where to find the woman’s grandmother now, and if the rose witch didn’t comply with his every wish, her grandmother would die. He would never really hurt Meme Native, nor could he have the power to hurt her, but the girl did not even know the powers of her grandmother, and that was about as willing as he needed. He looked at his wrinkled, ash colored face in the mirror. During the day, he hid his pointed ears in the green and yellow baseball cap and hid his long and irregular toes in shoes. The rest of him was easy to deal with. Sure, his nose was a little longer than most people but who was to say he wasn’t human? His skin was once a golden brown but the vampress had taken his magick away from him and used it for her own energy. This turned his skin

into the current dull gray leather. Rigor slid a pair of cutoff jeans over his skinny long legs and sported a t-shirt purchased from the fan club of Raul Vasquez. His baseball hat covered his elf pointed ears and thinning hair. Yes, he looked like he was over seventy but that wouldn’t stop him from pretending he was working with Raul. With luck, he could get there before the Spanish vampire did. “Rigor!” Senora Manuella screeched from the basement. “Yes, mistress.” Rigor faked his allegiance as he scuttled down the stairs to the basement. “I need to feed. Come here.” She hissed at him. Was there no justice in this existence? The older vampires loved to house creek elves as their nourishment. The magick tasted good to the old ones and the sex the creek elf males made gave magic, good pure magic. Creek elf women used the magic for good, but the vampire, she lived off of his very being. Well, his magic and sex would not be hers for very much longer. “I’m here madam.” He slithered into her room and pulled the collar down from his t-shirt. She coaxed him as much as she could, knowing his tight skin and small veins had taken years of abuse from her piercing fangs. The saliva of her bite helped to heal the wounds of her prey almost immediately, unless, of course, they’re dead. Then the blood and cells do not regenerate. It was of the many reasons why the vampire had stopped hunting to kill and only hunted to feed in recent years. Senora Manuella rolled her eyes in pleasure as the magic blood of the creek elf coursed through her veins. She felt the power of their worlds combine in her heart and soul as the fire of his blood burned her inside as it had for so many years. All she needed now was the love of the one she hunted and she would be very powerful. “I feel anarchy in your blood, Rigor.” She hissed while wiping her mouth clean of his thick life drizzling down her chin. “Have you been fucking the little wench?” “No, master. I have not laid a hand upon her.” He bowed his head in respect. “Have you made your presence known?” “With all due respect, master, she doesn’t even know she has magic within her. She spends her day playing with roses and writing poetry.” “Idiot!” She screamed at the wiry man, slamming her hand against his head. “She knows deep down inside she is magic. She was magic two

hundred years ago and she’s magic now. Now she is back in a magical body with a magical family and she can be all too powerful.” The Senora strolled outside into the darkness of the night. Her black silk dress hugged close to her body while the bottom flowed loosely in the wind. The other creek elves in her coven circled around her as she held her hands to the moon. “The power of the wench and her lover will be mine.” She laughed almost hysterically now. “I will consume all of her power within me and the man will bow to no one but me.” “You ... won’t ... kill her?” Rigor bowed down at her feet. “Silly little horny elf.” She crooned. “She will be held captive in the basement until her powers are diminished and that man feels only for me. Then you can do whatever you want with her for I will no longer need you or her.” Rigor thought about the proposition. It was almost too tempting. The sultry wench woman would be his to do as he pleased without question. She would be powerless and succumb to any one who fed her. But the task at hand was too important. He wanted her for more than just a fuck toy. He wanted her to share her powers with him, to rule to rule the creek elves and rid them of the vampire witch. “Yes, madam.” He faked a smile at the vampire. “Anything you say.” “Then you will go to her tonight?” The vampire caressed his temples knowing full well a creek elf could not resist the pleasure of a simple temple rub. Horny little bastards. She laughed inside. “Yes, madam. I will go to her tonight. She will be yours by night fall.” “Do not let her know who you are.” “Of course not.” He lied. As the creek elf scuttled off to collect the woman, the vampire remembered her first night with Raul. How attached he was to the little wench, how he loved her more than life itself. Every night she allowed herself to watch the couple make love. During one of those wonderful nights full of passion and lust, she watched them from the crack of the barn door. She waited for them to finish and Alonsa to run back home to wash while he slept in the barn. Every night after the couple made love Alonsa would leave him alone. Tonight would be the night she made her presence known. While Alonsa rode Raul like a raging bull, allowing him to thrust his throbbing cock inside her and suck on her plump breasts, the vampire would thirst for the man. Her fingers would dance around her own clit and squeeze her nipples, watching and waiting for the two to finish their love dance. This time she wouldn’t let him get away. This night she would feed and fuck,

feeling him both ways. The little bitch had surprised her by coming back to the barn. Instead of the girl finding her love, she found the vampire changing her lover into a vampire. Senora Manuella smiled as she remembered how Alonsa ran with fear back to her home with the woman chasing her with blood dripping from her mouth. Raul’s blood, the blood from the man she was going to marry. The girl had no idea he was still alive. The vampire dashed into the house to take Alonsa’s life but she was too late. The girl had grabbed her father’s war decorated sword and shoved it into her belly. The Senora was free to love Raul, as she wanted. When she returned to the barn, he was gone. Disappeared without a trace. “No!” Her scream shook the barn as her eyes covered every place he could hide. The vampire shook her black Spanish hair as she remembered the past. Whatever mistake she had made then, she wouldn’t make it again!

Chapter Four The moon was almost full, shining its laughing face over the rolling green valleys of the Wisconsin basin. Shadows crept up from behind the trees waiting to pounce on the next rock or tree in their way. Rodents scattered off the trail as the creek elf scuttled into the bushes, waiting for the beautiful woman he enjoyed watching late at night to appear in all her nakedness. She would be here tonight, just like every summer night, feeling the warmth caress her naked body. Some nights he was lucky, very lucky. The woman would touch herself in ways that he only wished he could. Other nights she would just lie there and let the air encircle her body allowing him to smell her sex and watch the peaks of her nipples harden in the breeze. He would watch her, glistening in the shadows, waiting for someone to caress her mounds and lick her inside. It was to be him, he just knew it. An hour passed and she still wasn’t out in the moonlight. What happened, why wasn’t she out? He waited and when he grew tired of waiting, he started to walk to her door. Before he could take one step one her lawn, he stopped. The smell of vampire from somewhere in the shadows, hiding, lurking filled his senses. The smell of a man vampire, not his mistress, dominated the night. Rigor crept back into the shadows to watch. **** Raul and his assistant Ricardo made their way through the rose bushes and up the sidewalk to the front porch. Ivy and roses covered the trellises while mint, rosemary and lavender laced the bottom of the wood, allowing a sweet smell of wicca and romance. The taste of love covered Raul’s lips as he knocked on the door. Trinity answered the door with a smile wearing a little black cotton dress and pumps that laced up the ankle. Two gold bangles clinked on right arm, a thin gold watch on her left. Her bare shoulders were covered in shimmering gold gel, which highlighted her naturally glowing cheeks. The gold shimmer complimented the highlights of the gold curls in her hair. “Sorry.” She mumbled, confused by the looks on their faces. “I didn’t know what else to wear.” “Well don’t change for my sake.” Raul smiled, taking her hand in his once again. Trinity felt the same weak feeling she felt in his office. She looked over

his muscular body, his thin blue cotton shirt hugging the muscles on his chest and stomach. She could almost feel the tattoo of the moon by looking at his shoulder. She wanted to trace her fingers over the moon and lick it. “Would you like a drink?” She walked toward the kitchen, suddenly thirsty for anything that would quench her dry throat. “I’m fine, thank you.” Raul smiled. “I have already fed, I mean, ate tonight. Ricardo, would you like something?” “Pop, please. If you have some.” He smiled and winked. Trinity filled a tall glass with soda and ice then offered the men a seat at the table. Raul sat across from Trinity with Ricardo to his left. “What type of music were you thinking?” Trinity pulled out a pad of paper and pen from the desk behind her chair. “We’ve always been hard rock on the edge of alternative. This year I’d like to be more alternative. I’d like people to feel our music.” Raul ran his tongue around his lips. “Your lyrics are always...” He stopped as if searching for a word. “Human.” “Well that certainly was a different way to put it.” She said aloud, wondering what he really meant. “I have the need to feel human some times.” Raul watched Trinity as if wondering if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. The look of her smooth golden skin was tantalizing. He wanted to lick every inch of it then bury himself in her body. “Music, among other things, has taken a lot of my humanity away.” She threaded her fingers together and rested her chin on them, truly interested in his story. “Raul, you seem very human to me.” She stared into his eyes and for a moment, it was Raul who felt mesmerized by her. He was the vampire, wasn’t he the one who was to hypnotize her? He nodded at his assistant in a motion they both understood. Ricardo finished his glass of soda and excused himself from the table. “I need to talk a walk. Would you please excuse me?” He muttered and left before either one could protest. Raul coursed his fingers through his thick black hair. “Well, amore, it’s just us. You and me.” He winked at her then smiled. He had been eyeing her cleavage all night and if she didn’t let him get his hands on it soon she’d go nuts. “I see that.” She quivered inside, squeezing her thighs together to stop the gush of warmth. “Tell me, amore, what is it like to harness the power you do?” “I don’t understand. The music? Is my music magic to you?” She smiled an innocent smile.

“Of course, your music. What else?” Had she no idea of who she really was? “I don’t know. Sometimes... aw… never mind.” Trinity looked down, a hint of frustration clouded her eyes. “What?” Raul grabbed her hand, sensing the need of belonging inside of her very spirit. “Sometimes I feel things. What people feel. I feel I know how to do things like make people smile or fall in love. Do you believe in magic?” She brought her eyes up to his. His incisors ached for her but he didn’t allow his second nature to take her in. “I always have.” He smiled, allowing a little bit more of his own magic to pour into her soul. Love me, amore. She flushed, but didn’t give any lead as to if she could hear him. “I think my grandmother believed in magic. I remember rose petals and songs. That’s all I remember of her. My mother wouldn’t even tell me.” “Perhaps you, and your grandmother, practiced magic together.” Raul moved from his chair to the chair next to her. He held her gaze, and her hands, while he worked his own special magic in her heart. As he stood up from the table, she stood with him. Closer his mouth came to hers, so close he could smell her breath, her skin. “Raul, I don’t know.” Trinity looked down then turned around, completely away from him. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her tight. He allowed her to feel his hardness pushing into her thigh, wondering if she would push him away. She didn’t move. “Does this bother you, amore?” Raul whispered into her ear. “I don’t know you.” She sighed. “You know me better than you think.” He sung into her ear, swaying to invisible music with her body. Their hips rocked their bodies left to right and right to left as they held onto each other. Trinity tilted her head backwards to rest on his shoulder. His breath grew hot on her neck, slow and steady. She moaned as his hands slid from her thighs to her breasts, caressing and kneading them. They swayed to one another’s rhythm as his cock pressed hard against the small of her back. The hot moisture between her thighs beckoned to him. Raul traced the outline of her neck with his tongue. It flickered across her shoulder and up to her ear. When he licked around the spine around the back of her neck, her knees gave way pushing her buttocks into his groin. Raul growled in pleasure, feeling his cock seating in the crevice of her ass in the thin fabric of the little black dress. He then slid the strap of her dress down

her arm the cupped her breast in his hand, kneading her breast and lightly pinching her nipple. His other hand slid up her thigh to the front of her dress. Her beautiful smooth brown legs didn’t need nylons and all he found between his hand and paradise was a thin pair of lace panties. With skillful fingers, he pulled the panties down her thighs then worked his fingers around her wet mound. “You’re so wet!” He whispered in her neck. Trinity stiffened then stood straight up. “I had better stop.” “It’s your choice, amore.” Raul flickered his tongue around her ear and continued to massage her breast. His free hand rested on her thigh, waiting for her command. “Maybe later I’ll stop.” The words blew from her lips as she reached her hand around and scratched her nails up his thigh. He flipped her around to face him, taking her lips into his, probing her waiting mouth with his tongue. She curled her tongue around his then around his lips and teeth. Trinity pulled back when her tongue traced over his fang. “What are you?” She gasped. “I’m Raul Vasquez, lead singer of a rock n roll band.” He laughed. “Really, Trinity, it’s just how I am.” She continued to kiss him, relishing his taste in her mouth. He kissed her mouth, her neck, then traced his lips to her breasts. The black straps of her dress slid off her shoulders and down to her waist, exposing two perfect mounds of flesh waiting for his kiss. He kneeled in front of her, holding the weight of her breast in his hand, taking the erect nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the brown tip while sucking and nibbling the tender end. She clenched her legs around his thigh, rubbing her mound around the course fabric of his thick jeans. Raul’s other hand cupped her other breast while pulling and pinching at the nipple until he switched and soothed it with his wet mouth. He pulled her dress down over her hips as he worked his way down her waist then her belly and finally to the fine golden curls protecting the sweet essence of her very being. His erection was pushing hard at his pants, wanting to let loose. He wanted to please her first as he pushed his mouth toward her mound and spread her legs a little wider with his hands. Cool air splashed around her bud when he spread her two lips with two fingers, caressing the crevice and mound with careful strokes. With his nose at the top of her golden curls, he flicked his tongue at her clit, sending her body down to the floor as her knees gave out on her. Before she hit the floor Raul caught her fall as quickly as her loss of balance. He

helped her down then continued on his task, burying his nose in her soft curls. She grabbed the sides of his head and pressed him harder into her sex. He nipped and sucked at her swollen clit then slid one and then two fingers into her depths. As if not being able to get enough, she spread her legs farther. Her hips rocked hard into his face as he sucked up her juices, tracing his tongue around her folds and inside. She forced his head back up to her bud where he took it in his mouth again then flickered it with his tongue. Within moments her body quivered for the first time in years with an explosion larger than anything her own hands could provide. “Yes!” She groaned, thrashing her head from side to side and bucking her hips hard in his face. Raul waited for her hips to stop moving as his slid his tongue over the slick bud, making her quiver in pleasurable pain, then shoved his tongue deep inside, licking every bit of her juices he could get. She shuddered with pleasure as he moved back up her body, caressing her breasts then planting his mouth back on to hers. He cupped his hand around her breast and pushed it up to her own mouth. Trinity stalled for a moment, not sure of what he wanted. “Suck it.” He moaned. She let out a whimper then took the tip of her nipple into her own mouth. As she licked at her own breast, Raul unbuttoned his fly and wiggled out of his constricting pants. Just watching her arouse herself with her own lips made him want to burst right there. His cock landed hard against her leg, hot and ready. She moaned as he pressed against her then propped her legs up and around his waist. He pushed inside her tight folds, groaning at the heat. She was tight, tight enough to stop him as he pushed in an inch at a time. He knew if he thrust himself inside all at once it would be too painful for her. She was small and he was, well, quite large. He pushed inside another inch and then let out slowly before allowing himself another inch further inside. When he was halfway there, he licked at the nipple she was sucking on. They licked it together for a moment then he took the other one in his mouth as she continued to suckle the first nipple, sending multiple vibrations up her spine. He was finally in, all ten inches, and she took in every bit of his thick cock without complaint. “You’re so tight!” He groaned. His careful rocking soothed her pain inside from his wide head. “Faster.” She moaned, grabbing at his ass with one hand and scratching her nails down his back with the other. “Fuck me faster.” He obeyed, pumping into her hard, wanting to release himself but waiting for her command. “Harder. Fuck me harder!” She screamed, loud enough to not care who or what heard her. Raul pushed harder and faster,

groaning at the pleasure of her body clinging on to his while the tips of her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her breath started in short, heavy gasps as she cried. “Raul. You came back to me.” Her wet channel clamped down on his long hard cock as he rocketed inside of her. Her grip on him tightened as they came together, both moaning the other’s name. His thrusts grew harder as he sent hot semen inside her quivering body. “You remember?” He looked at her glowing face. Tears pooled his eyes for the first time in two hundred years. “I do now.” She gasped for air. “You’re still the same man. I don’t understand.” She wiped the moisture forming in his eyes. “I know.” He looked away, wondering if what letting her into his life was the right thing to do. “How is it possible?” “Believe me, amore, it is. It is possible and so horribly lonely.” He ran his fingers through the wet ringlets of the golden curls that sat on top of her head. She was even more beautiful now than when she was a Spanish heiress. If it was even possible to compare such beauty. “That woman!” She gasped. “I remember now. She was hovering over you, like an animal. I thought you were dead.” She blurted it out as if it was all coming back to her, the love, the barn, most of all him. “Yes, the woman. She was evil, a vampire.” He looked down, suddenly ashamed of what he was for the first time in over one hundred and fifty years. The first fifty he hid himself in shame until he learned to over power the beckon of the mistress. It was then he learned to love people and call to them as nourishment and partners. Never did he take a life or turn anyone like the mistress turned him. “Are you?” She looked around the room, hesitating. “A vampire?” “Yes.” “You could have told me.” She pouted. “I wanted to, amore, but what you would have said?” He shrugged then pulled her chin toward his mouth. “Does it matter, Alonsa?” “My name is Trinity now.” She looked down at the white carpet. “Of course.” He smiled. “Will you write music for me?” “Yes.” She laughed out loud. “Can I see you tomorrow night?” His finger flirted with the ends of her hair. “I don’t know, Raul.” She rolled the "r" in his name like she used to. He shuddered with pleasure.

“I will not hurt you, Alons … Trinity.” “I know.” She brushed a kiss across his lips. “Come back tomorrow night.” He left her home, picking up Ricardo along the way, still smelling the roses and sex all around him. **** The little slut had someone in her home and he was fucking her! Even worse, that someone was a vampire, the Senora’s vampire! If she is bitten there is no way she will be of any use to me. The creek elf paced outside Trinity’s home between the trees. There is no way I can let this continue. No way! Rigor called upon his favorite witch, Native of the Creek. She reeked of cinnamon and honey when she entered through the door of his home. Her golden skin looked like smooth leather from years of the arid sun and icy winters. This woman was old, hundreds of years old and ruled the creek elves with dignity and magic. She loved each and every one of them. In return, the creek elves hid her from society, relishing her many potions and spells. “Native. I need your help.” He kneeled before the old woman. “Is that vampire wench of yours giving you trouble?” Native crooned. “No, magic one, she is not. I will be free of her soon, with your help of course.” He kissed her hand. The old woman was revolting to his aching eyes compared to the beautiful and ageless Senora but her smell cast a sweet spell over his eyes making her seem more beautiful than any woman. “You know I cannot fight against the vampire.” She shook her old tanned finger at him. “I am too old to take on such daunting tasks. If you men weren’t so easy to please sexually the vampires would not have taken advantage of you.” Anger boiled deep inside Rigor. “If you had been helping your people the vampire would not have seduced us!” “Silence!” “Yes, magic one.” He lowered his eyes. No need to fight with her as she could crush him in one little blow. “There is a woman who could help us.” He continued to stare at the floor. “She is very powerful.” “The rose witch?” The old woman wrinkled an eyebrow at the man. Her eyes stung with hot tears remembering a time when she knew the rose witch. Rigor rose from his bow of respect, surprised at her knowledge. “Yes, the

rose witch.” “I do not want that woman harmed.” The Native hissed at the boney elf. “Keep her away from the vampire.” “She has already been with a vampire, magic one.” He bowed his head again. “They have not shared their blood, she is still pure. And, I feel something more from them, it could be love.” She smiled while she stroked his stringy gray hair. “Rigor, this vampire creature is sucking the life from you. You used to be such a beautiful creature, full of life. She takes the very magic from your body and mind. Break away, Rigor.” “I cannot, yet.” He stammered and almost purred into her caress. “I need the woman.” “Leave her be!” The old elf witch hissed. “Why?” Normally he dared not question the old woman without reason but this time was different. “I have my reasons.” The old woman smiled for the first time in many years. She thought about the three year old girl who made her cry with laughter and beam with love so many years ago. Her little rose petal princess, the one who should have been watching over the creek elves during her remaining years. Trinity had missed so many years of magic training but the magic was a part of her bloodline. Perhaps she could catch up quickly. “Do not hurt the girl.” The creek elf witch warned. “You touch any part of her magic then you will answer to me.” “What is she to you?” Rigor stared at the ground again, uncertain of her response, trying to stay respectful to the old woman. “She is my granddaughter.” Pools of tears welled in the old woman’s eyes. “My daughter stole her away when she was three, not wanting to be a part of our life. She has no idea of what she possesses, of what she is capable of.” Rigor licked his lips with greed. The thought of fucking the granddaughter of the creek elf witch was a wonderful idea he relished more than just having the woman’s magic. He would keep the old woman’s secret from the Senora Manuella for she would kill Trinity without notice if she knew. The old witch’s power was too great for the vampire to handle and she liked the old creek elf witch where she was now, old and nimble. Just a tap of the power from his little wench could overcome the power in the Senora. Life would be normal again, sort of. At least for him, he would live in a fuck frenzy with all the power of the creek elves. He intertwined his fingers and rubbed his hands in circles, coveting the idea of

his royalty. The others who laughed at his weakness for the Senora would pay dearly. The women who laughed in his face would bow to his feet and if the wench allowed it, he would have them too. Such power in a woman shouldn’t be possible. Such incredible power and beauty. It’s what his magic sources lived for. Only he and the old witch knew the secret! Rigor laughed thinking about how he wouldn’t even need to hurt the old woman. Once she trained the wench with the powers of her magic the old witch would finally die, her destiny complete. Nine hundred years was a very long time to live and rule a country. Trinity escaped her grip every time until now. Destiny is a powerful thing. Senora Manuella only had one thing he wanted now, the control of the vampires. She held the key to all the vampires in the city with her life. Having killed her own master hundreds of years ago, she took control and ruled them with an iron fist. Only one vampire escaped her grasp and that was Raul Vasquez, The Spanish Fly. The man who was fucking his sweet little rose princess!

Chapter Five Rigor sat outside Trinity’s home, yet again waiting for the long awaited session of moonlight masturbation by the only woman who held his heart and his mind. Her midnight sessions were less frequent lately but when she did, it was with more meaning, more emotion. That vampire was doing things to her mind that brought out her most sensual desires. Her hands played longer, harder while he watched. Some times she rolled on her stomach and put her tight little ass in the air and rubbed herself silly. It was painful watching her pump it up high in the air. If he didn’t have the willpower he harnessed, he would just run over there and plunge right in, but then, she would never trust him again. No, he needed her for more than just a fuck toy. He needed her magic and her soul. The lovely woman stepped out of her porch, holding something new in her hand. Was it a wand? A new source of magic to finally claim the source of magic that was hers? He watched as she slid her naked body down on the blanket she placed on the grass earlier that evening. The moonlight shimmered over her golden body as if she had a sheen of water covering her skin. Rigor could barely contain himself as she traced the wand over her skin, around her nipples and curly mound. She stroked the outside of her golden curls with the tip, arching her back in different ways as her body lavished itself in pleasure. Rigor fondled his own wand from under his shorts. He didn’t bother to wear underwear that night, no one would see him sneak over to Trinity’s yard so he let himself hang out of the shorts and feel the breeze. It wasn’t a problem until he watched her play with that glowing green wand. He spit on his hand and stroked the long length of his shaft while he watched and chanted. Locks of gold, eyes of green. We watch your every move. We watch you from afar We watch you up close No matter what you do We see your life as if we were one. We feel your feelings We feel your lust. Every passion you take Is ours to thrust.

Senora Manaulla, and I watch over you, See what you see, feel what you feel. Trinity, you are ours to watch. Rigor finished his spell by throwing the ash of an owl feather toward the house. It floated in the air and magically made a circle around her body. The very essence of the ash tickled her nose and graced her body. He laughed as he stroked himself and grew longer in his hand. **** Trinity sighed as she pressed the tip of the vibrator on her mound. It certainly wasn’t Raul but only thinking of him brought tingles to her body from head to toe. It was almost as if she couldn’t get enough of his lovemaking and kisses and wanted to continue even if he wasn’t there. He had her under a love spell that he didn’t even cast. She pinched at her own nipple, pretending it was his teeth nibbling on her hard brown peak while sliding the glowing green vibrator inside her depths. The low hum of the wand coursed through her limbs and tingled at her clit. Her free hand found its way to her mound and rubbed in circular strokes as she plunged the staff inside her wet and wanting depths. The moonlight bathed her body and watched over her while she squirmed in her own pleasure. Blue and silver lights began to fall all around her body. She finally understood the magic she possessed. “I’ll take that.” Raul whispered in her ear. He laid down to the side of her taking her breast in his mouth and his hand around the end of the vibrator. She continued to work her hand around her mound and cupped his crotch with the other. “Take these off.” She moaned. His lips took over her mouth, his tongue demanding attention from hers. “I need to please you first.” He muttered in her mouth, still pumping the vibrator inside her body. She released all her pleasure at once, back arching, nipples hard and aching. As she came, he caught a nipple in his mouth, torturing the peak with his teeth. “The things you do to me.” She crooned, watching him slide his tight jeans from his muscular legs. His cock stood straight out, attentive to her body. Raul lowered his lips to her soft curls, lapping up and tasting her sweet juices. He turned her over on her belly and propped her ass in the air, putting her on her knees. With careful attention, he slid the vibrator in and

out of her quivering folds, watching her vanilla cream ass pump up and down. He spread her cheeks just a little and watched her little pink rosette then he stroked his own length for a moment, cupping his tight sac and stroked again. Tonight he came prepared to deal with anything. From his jeans pocket he grabbed a bottle of spiced Indian oil and spread it all over his fingers and the vibrator. He poured the liquid starting at the top of her crevice down to the vibrator while sliding in and out of her sheath. The warmth coursed down her crevice over her rosette and into her depths. She moaned as the spice warmed her insides and made the vibrator slide in and out easier than ever. With every stroke, the oil created more heat, almost sending her over the edge. Raul lathered his fingers in the mix of her juice and the oil, starting from her clit and up to her hole. One finger then two fingers probed her, slicking the oil around inside. Her ass bounced in his face, torturing him to no proportion. He poured more oil down her crevice and slid his fingers around her rosette. With every tickle of his finger, she giggled as her cheeks squeezed together, trapping him. He slicked the oil around the tight outer rim with one finger then slid it carefully inside. Suddenly she stopped moving. “Does it hurt, amor? I will stop.” “Don’t, please don’t.” She gasped. Raul moved his finger away from her perfect little rosette. “Please don’t stop.” Trinity finally moaned the last word. Raul couldn’t help but to smile. He lathered more oil around her rosette and while sliding the vibrator in and out of her wet depths; he slid a moist finger inside her rosette. His finger traced the rim and tissues inside then he carefully added another finger. Between a little pain and a lot of pleasure, the heated oil dripped from her ass onto the vibrator that hummed inside her depths. She started to cum, harder than she had known before, trapping Raul’s fingers probing her virgin ass. She pushed herself all the way down over the vibrator, taking it all inside. “Oh God.” He stopped himself from cumming prematurely. “Raul! Fuck me hard!” She moaned. When Trinity stopped pumping her hips in Raul’s face, he spread her legs farther and poured more oil on his engorged cock. Slowly, he slid the vibrator out of her body and replaced it with his own hot and throbbing staff. More hot oil was lathered on her ass as he slid the head of the vibrator inside her rosette. Just the tip, more would have been

too much for her virgin crevice. She came again. He could feel the hot flashes from her mind as she tried to catch breath and scream for more. “Yes, more.” He moaned. He pulled the vibrator out, coating it with more lubricant and slid it in further. “It hurts.” She moaned. He slid it out but smiled when she whimpered for it again. Raul slid the vibrator in her rosette a little further, still pumping his cock inside her body. With each few strokes of the vibrator, it went deeper and deeper inside, stretching her virgin rosette to a never before known pleasure. “Oh no.” He groaned as he felt the tip of the vibrator hum against his cock through her walls. He couldn’t stop himself this time. Pain shot through Trinity’s depths as his cock grew thicker and longer, ready to explode. Pain quickly turned into pleasure as his fingers found her erect nipples, pinching and squeezing as she came all over his thick shaft, feeling the stiff vibrator probing her ass, unable to squeeze at it’s full length. His hot juices exploded inside her as he pumped as hard as he could. “God I love you woman.” He collapsed on top of her. **** Rigor rustled in the leaves, trying to keep his cock contained inside his shorts. It was difficult watching the two lovebirds and their sex. He wanted so badly to join in, or at least kick the damn vampire aside and show the woman who had all the talent. One last stroke should do it, he grunted as he came all over the flowerbed. Rigor didn’t know if his spell had worked yet. If it did, the Senora would be pleased. Maybe she had seen the show too, wouldn’t she be so proud! The old bitch. Can’t fend for herself, has to feed off him and the male slaves in her home. Rigor knew better. He could fend for himself. He laughed as he ate the head off a rat he had caught scurrying around Trinity’s garden. The Senora had turned him into this beast. Never before did he want to eat meat. Creek elves were vegetarian by nature but her constant need for his blood required a source of meat to keep her happy. The vampires feed off of their magic but take so much of their lives, including any muscle on their already thin bones. It was rare to find a strong Creek Elf who possessed energy for magic and muscle like a hunter. He only knew of a few others including one named Ricci, and he was a friend of Raul’s. The only way a creek elf grew large in size was if, and only he, was a

hybrid of human and creek elf. Ricci was one of those things. He retained the fine qualities of magic, skill, and the elegant face of the creek elf male but his muscles and hair resembled more of a human. Women flocked to see the Ricci, the creek elf male. He was a musician just like his friend Raul. Flaunting his elfhood around the women like he did with music. The hybrid should be shot and killed! It was unheard of to flash your powers around like a tortured soul but the old witch allowed him to do so. Rigor shook his head in disgust. At least Ricci was no longer around to torment him. This slut would probably be all over him! **** “The little BITCH!” Senora Manuella screeched while she watched the show between Trinity and Raul. Rigor had preformed his magic and as he watched, Trinity and Raul fucked the night away, the vampire had seen it all. She watched as her sweet Raul disobeyed her command and fucked the wench, cumming not once but twice inside the bitch. Even worse, she had succumbed to her own fears and pleasured herself as she watched through Rigor’s eyes, right in front of her feeding too. The man must have thought she was crazy as she rubbed herself while she took his life into her own. It didn’t take him long before he was stroking himself as well. No bother. Screwing during feeding was not all that bad. It just wasn’t who she wanted that was all. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had other men before. All her six hundred years as a vampire she had thousands of men. None of them filled her like Raul did that night she changed him. And all of them came back to her but him. She paced the ground, cursing Trinity’s name. Fire flamed in her eyes. Rigor hid in the corner of the room behind the staircase. “Come out here, elf,” the Senora growled. He scuttled over to her and bowed. “It is done, master.” “Good.” She scowled. “How was the little fuck?” She laughed with a tinge of pain echoing in her sneer. With a stunned pair of eyes, Rigor glanced up at the Senora. “It was all that it should have been, Master. Didn’t you see?” “I saw every thing.” Her hand rubbed her breast. She walked closer to Rigor and pressed his head against her hip. “Did you see everything?” “I did, master.” He smelled her sex waiting for him. Not tonight. I relieved myself already, master. “I didn’t ask if you wanted me. I asked if you saw everything.” She laughed after reading his mind.

“You, I, never mind.” He crawled away to his room.

Chapter Six Raul watched as Trinity wolfed down an oil drenched pasta salad, two glasses of iced cinnamon and ginger tea and then a strawberry and hot fudge sundae. “Good grief woman, do you always eat like this?” Trinity snorted laughter, almost losing her last sip of iced tea. “Yeah, I can eat all I want and never get fat.” “You have magic, a lot of it Trinity. I can feel it pouring from your soul.” He took a sip of water. “Can you do that?” She managed to get the words out of her mouth between mouthfuls of pasta. “What?” “Drink water.” She laughed. “I can drink water, blood, nothing acidic. Coffee and soda will kill me.” He laughed. “I guess humans and vampires are similar in more than one way.” She joined in his laughter. It was good to be with Raul again. Two hundred years was a long time to miss some one, even if you didn’t remember everything. She wondered what other lives she might have lived during the two hundred years. “Raul?” She grabbed his hand. “Si, amore?” “During the two hundred years you didn’t know me, did you search for me?” “Every day, amor. There was never a day I didn’t search for you.” He squeezed and kissed her hand. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m never going to let go.” She took the empty dishes to the kitchen and before putting them into the dishwasher, she grabbed a bottle of wine. “I don’t suppose you can have wine?” “No. It’s too acidic. It will kill me I’m afraid.” “Raul?” She said while sitting in his lap. “What is it like?” “Being a vampire?” “Yes. Being a vampire.” “I suppose it’s lonely. I can have anything I want but sunshine and food.” He pressed little kisses up her arm then whispered in her ear. “Now that I have you, I’m complete.” His gesture sent her moisture into overdrive. She closed her eyes and regained any composure she held before her question. “No, you’re not.” She

stared at him, eyes full of excitement. “I suppose not.” He shrugged. “Will you join me?” “I don’t know, Raul. What does it mean?” He squeezed her hand. “You’ll live forever with me. I will partake of no one else but you.” “Will it hurt?” “No, amor. The pleasure is more than the pain.” His eyes gleamed with hope. “Take me.” She bit his lip. **** Raul waited for Trinity to come out of the bathroom. What in the hell was taking that woman so long? He agonized as his throbbing erection begged to be released from his jeans. He knocked on the bathroom door, waiting for an answer but she ignored him. A few moments later, she came out, nothing on but a towel. “You can take showers?” “Why yes I can! How do you think I can keep from smelling like a pig?” He smiled and pulled the white towel off her body, sending her into howls of laughter. His cock now ached for attention as he watched her breasts bouncing in his face. She undressed him one snap at a time, kissing every bit of skin as it was exposed to the air. If he didn’t have her soon, he was going to burst. She opened his shirt and slowly licked each nipple then started with his pants. With a pop of the button and zip of the zipper they were at his knees. Trinity knelt down in front of him to help him step out of his pants. She found his cock throbbing in her face, waiting for her wetness to surround him. She licked him from the base of his balls to the tip of his swollen head with little swirls and sucking noises that were driving him mad. When his pants were off, she led him into the shower. The shower poured hot droplets of water over Trinity and Raul. His strong chest glistened in the steam of the shower as she poured shampoo into his hair. She lathered the shampoo making large circular motions in his thick hair, rubbing the tips of her nipples rubbing against the deep path of curls on his chest. Feeling the need to taste him, she pulled his mouth onto hers, carefully sucking on each lip and probing his mouth with her tongue. He responded by darting his tongue inside her soft mouth, caressing the inside of each lip. Trinity slowly kneeled in front of him, flickering her tongue down his

chest. She took each of his hard nipples in her mouth, first flicking her tongue around the tight brown skin then pulling the nipple in between her lips. Her tongue swirled in delight around each one until she found herself kneeling in front of him again, his engorged cock bobbing in front of her face. The head was already the size of her pursed lips, so thick and wide. Slowly she slid the top of his head into her mouth, tracing the outline of the base and tip with the tip of her tongue. Raul groaned while threading his fingers in her wet hair. In all his blissful agony, he wanted the warm moisture of her smooth mouth to never leave his rigid cock. He could fuck her mouth all night if she was game, but then what pleasure would she get out of the game? He squeezed his ass and thrust harder inside the depths of her mouth as her hands pulled and squeezed at his cheeks. Surprise lit his face as she stroked her finger between his ass and his balls, letting it hit the very inside of his anus and slide up to the bottom of his sac. His hand grasped the top of her hair, almost forcibly pulling her head for the full length of his cock and back while the other hand steadied himself against the wall. Oh no! Not now! He was starting to cum and he wasn't ready! With the strength he could muster, he backed himself against the wall and slid down into the tub. Trinity followed, his shaft still pulsing in her mouth. Soon she was on her knees, bobbing her head up and down in the water. He pulled at her shoulders. Reluctantly she let him pop out of her mouth and followed his lead. Raul slid her hips down over his fully erect cock, just waiting for her moisture to contain him. He ripped inside of her tight folds, sending pain in pleasure inside her deep canal. She leaned over him, taking his mouth into hers until he broke off the kiss to suckle her rock hard nipples. With his hand, he toyed and teased one nipple between his thumb and finger while his tongue danced to a silent song around the other. As her pinched and squeezed her needy breasts, she rocked faster over his hips, forcing him to thrust harder into her. Still latched on to her breast, he wrapped his hands around her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. The warm water lapped inside her crevice while he thrust his hungry cock inside her depths was too much for her. She was almost there but could have went a little longer until he slipped a finger inside her tight rosette. Shocked, she stopped for a split second but the flood of an orgasm covered her body. She pushed back more, rocking on his cock and sending his pinky finger further into her tightness. Wells of passion flushed over her whole body. This time she could actually feel her nipples hardening into little buds.

Raul pressed on her hardened nipple between his teeth, allowing his fangs to pierce the skin just outside the brown cap of her breast. Fresh blood gushed into his mouth as he suckled on her bosom. The woman he had loved for several lifetimes, feeding his sex, mind, and body all at once! Their heartbeat pulsed as one as he matched her rhythm. With each pulse of her heart, he thrust his cock deeper inside until he exploded, sending hot seed inside her body. They came together again, after two hundred years of separation; their bodies met and came as one. Married by blood. **** “Puta!” Senora Manuella screeched, throwing a champagne flute filled with blood at the wall. Crimson lines raced toward the floor as the blood stained the cream colored paint. She closed her eyes to watch the two perfect holes healing on the wench’s breast. “Master.” Rigor scuttled next to the Senora. “Can I help you?” “He has bitten her, Rigor. If she takes the next step and takes his blood, she will become his mark.” “Like I am to you?” Rigor purred. “Yes, Rigor. You are faithful to me, always helpful and always around.” She stroked his head. “Master, how can we stop this foolishness. With her power, you can be so very powerful!” “The only way to break the bond is to kill one of them.” She sighed. “You have to kill him, Master!” Rigor smiled. “She will give you power and control over the others!” Rigor rubbed his head on her leg as he kneeled before her. “I cannot kill him. He is mine! The woman must die.” The Senora hissed. Rigor gasped. “He ignored you all those years, master. He never loved you. The peasant is useless to you, she will help you.” The Senora pushed Rigor to the ground. “You fool! Without her, his love bond will be broken and his heart will belong to me. The wench’s magic means nothing to me.” “Please, master. I beg you. Do not kill the woman. She is a creek elf, like me.” The Senora grabbed Rigor by the neck and pinned him against the wall. “You dare to question me? Elf?” “Mercy, Master. Please, mercy.” He managed, choking through her tight

grip. She lowered him to the floor. “What would you have me do to her?” The vampire hissed, exposing her large fangs. “Why don’t you mark her? Finish the process and make her your servant.” He smiled, knowing the Senora would go for the plan. She didn’t know the wench’s magic just might over power her. The Senora thought about his idea while pulling him close to her lap. She stroked his length while thinking about what she was going to do with the wench and her one and only love. Rigor twitched in her hand before she let go. He groaned and began to stroke himself. “Rigor. I cannot mark someone marked by another vampire.” “I can, Senora. I can take her mark away. We have magic.” He stroked faster, thinking of the pleasures that this little plan will bring. “Oh, Rigor. Must you play with yourself?” She laughed. “Why haven’t you used the magic to break your spell from me?” “Only the old witch can do it and she will not help me unless I’m willing.” He bowed to his master as he watched himself stroke harder. The Senora stroked his hair again, threading her fingernails through the wisps of thin layers. “You are too good to me, Rigor.” She bent over and put her lips around his engorged head, biting the tip. Blood and semen exploded in her mouth as he moaned, bucking his hips as much as he could in her face. “Will the witch help the girl?” She wiped the moisture from her chin with a silk handkerchief then threw it in the fireplace. Rigor carefully cleaned the wound around his penis then shoved it back in his pants. “The girl is her granddaughter. She would do anything for her.” Damn! Rigor didn’t want to spill the information to his mistress but he climaxed under a spell the vampire cast when she sucked him dry. “Then bring her to me. Do not hurt her.” She smiled. “Do you have a plan, master?” He purred. The corners of Rigor’s mouth curled into a smile as he thought of holding Trinity for his own. “Just bring her to me.” She hissed. “I will tell you of the plan when she’s in my possession.”

Chapter Seven Raul waited for the coffee house to close down for the night before he made his presence known. The cheering crowd was heavy town as reported by Ricardo and he wanted to make as much money in the coffee place as he could. Local visitors enjoyed drinking coffee and working at Internet cafe stations owned by The Spanish Fly. Rarely did he make an appearance at his own cafe but he did make a special appearance at night some times. His fans didn’t even know he slept under the very ground they walked on during the day. Tonight he didn’t want to please his fans; he wanted to please his woman. Ricardo held Trinity’s arm to help her walk down the steep steps Raul’s den. Once inside she gasped at the hundreds of beautiful roses surrounding the room. His desk was replaced by a gorgeous canopy bed. White candles of all sizes circled around the bed, making the dark room glow. The lights were turned off but there were so many candles lining the walls the room lit up almost as if the light were on. “Hello, Trinity.” His voice shook the walls of the room. The candle flames shook as if the wind were blowing on them. “Please, make yourself at home.” Ricardo left the couple to enjoy their company while shaking a finger at Raul. “Behave yourself, Senor.” “I will, Ricardo.” Raul laughed. “Please, hold my calls for the evening. Mi amora and I want to be alone.” “Si, senor.” Ricardo bowed and left the room. “Is he always that nice?” Trinity placed her purse on the chair. Ricardo had taken her jacket when she entered the building but her purse always stayed with her. “He has been my best friend throughout the years.” Raul pulled her close, pressing his hand behind her back. His hand pulled her mouth to his face, kissing her hard. “Mmmmm... aren’t you the Casanova tonight.” She moaned and nipped at his lip. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” “I did it for you mi amor.” His hands flirted with the buttons on her shirt, exposing her breasts. The wound from his bite on her breast was still there, waiting for him to make his decision. “Does it hurt?” He kissed the wound. Blood immediately flowed to the marks. Her loins grew wet with need as she sighed. “No, it feels warm with love actually. It tingles, in a good way.”

Raul picked her up and carried her to his bed, placing her against the abundance of pillows. Within an instant, he was holding a beautiful black lace and red silk negligee and housecoat. “Please put it on. It is a gift for you, mi amor.” “It’s beautiful!” Trinity took it from his hands then ran into the bathroom to change. Raul was already wearing a black silk pair of shorts under his silk silver housecoat. The black curls of his chest hair elegantly laced the collar of the housecoat. He waited near the table for his love. Trinity walked out of the bathroom in her new outfit. It hugged her shapely figure leaving no questions unanswered. The hard brown tips of her nipples poked through the lace. Raul took one of the lace covered peaks in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He then led her by her arm to the table. “Champagne?” He offered her a flute filled with the bubbly wine. She took the glass from his hand and waited for him to grab his own flute. “To our reunion.” Their glasses chimed the air. Raul sipped at his chilled blood and Trinity at her champagne. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.” She swooned. “Any thing for mi amor.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. His lips covered hers, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. Trinity propped herself on the pillows and pulled him toward her, kissing him hard and deep with both hands holding his face. Raul groaned, moving his hands all over her body, caressing her skin. He kissed her mouth, her chin, then nibbled on her ear lobe. “I need you.” He whispered. Instead of continuing his tongue lashing over her body, he grabbed a piece of ice from the ice bucket and sketched her toes and up her legs while it melted on her skin. He skipped the soft golden curls of her mound and traced her stomach then circled the ice around each nipple until each one was hard at the peak. He pulled each breast out of the confining lace, teasing each nipple with his tongue. While pinching and squeezing each nipple with his hands, Raul stretched his arms until his mouth met the soft golden public hair. His tongue danced around her clitoris while his fingers and thumbs played with her nipples. “Oh not already!” She gasped, pumping her hips in his face. “Mmmm... mi amor. I will keep you cumming all night. Let it flow like the love I feel for you.” He growled then pressed his tongue inside her. Two more orgasms forced her body into shuddering spasms where she couldn’t take it any longer. She pulled at his hair and he obeyed, pulling himself up to her mouth, kissing her hard. “Come closer to my mouth.” She pulled at his hips, wanting to taste

him. He obeyed, straddling her ribcage. She placed his cock between her large breasts and squeezed them together. Raul eyed the brown nipples bobbing around his muscle, watching his head pop in and out of her cleavage. With each thrust, she caught his head with her lips and tongue then letting go when he pulled back. Raul pushed her breast into her mouth as he slid his blood filled member in and out of her cleavage. She couldn’t keep the momentum and put the nipple in her mouth so she teased him by flickering her tongue around the edge. His fingers caught her clitoris behind him where he rubbed and pinched until she climaxed again. When she did, she sucked on his length until he spurt in her mouth. She swallowed it down while he watched. “Mi armor, you have only been here for a few minutes and you’ve had several orgasms while I’ve exploded with you. How long can we go?” “I could fuck you all night.” She giggled. “Mmmm... Likewise.” He turned on some Spanish love music and pulled her up to dance. “I have...” He paused, almost afraid to ask. “I have a video camera.” “Oh! That sounds fun!” She giggled. “Where?” “Hold on.” Raul went into the back room and brought out a digital camcorder, television, and VCR. “I just bought it today. I kind of had this idea but wasn’t sure if you’d like it.” “I’ve never been on video.” She blushed. “I have been waiting for you for two hundred years. I think I can entertain a video.” Raul hooked the camera up so it recorded the bed and showed everything on the television. “Oooh.” She shuddered. “I kind of like it. Only you will watch it?” “Don’t you trust me?” He held brought both of her hands to his lips. “I do.” She watched their bodies sway in the camera. “We do look good together.” “Yes, we do.” He turned her back to the camera then watched her ass sway back and forth. “God you’re sexy.” His hands squeezed at her cheeks. Blood engorged his cock almost immediately. She felt his muscle pressing hard into her thigh then slid down his torso to her knees. He bobbed in her face, anxiously awaiting her mouth. Trinity watched in the TV while her tongue darted around his head and under the cap. She licked the length then plunged it into her mouth, taking almost his entire shaft. She sucked and licked while cupping his sac in her hand, glancing at the television to watch her suck on his cock. Raul grabbed both sides of

her head and rocked inside her mouth, matching her rhythm. Just before he was about to cum, he pulled out and stripped the nightie from her body. He picked her up by her hips and slid her on top of his shaft. His strong muscles rippled as he moved her quivering body over his length. She threw her head back as she came again. “Yes!” She screamed. “Do it again!” Raul carried her on his cock to the bed and laid her on her back while he was still inside. Her hips and legs hung over the edge while he played with her clit and nipples. He turned her over, placing her hips at the same height as his then slowly worked his way back in. He hunched over her, pushing in hard, grasping her breasts. “oooohhhh....” she moaned. Raul took his special bottle of hot Indian spice oil and spread it down her crevice and over his finger. He worked his middle finger into her puckered rosette, taking care to smooth the tissues in oil before pushing in farther. Tension built all over her body while he probed her ass and fucked her pussy. Again she came, harder than before. “More.” Shimmers of light trickled from the ceiling as her magic circled the room. She breathed while turned her head to the side, watching him pound her on the television. Raul pulled his aching cock out of her then laced it with the hot oil. He poured more around her tight little puckered skin and worked his head inside. She wiggled with delight until the sharp pain came. Raul pulled out and slid back in a little more each time until his full length was covered in her soft anal tissues. He slid a waiting vibrator inside her pussy and worked both, slamming her ass and hips against his, making sure she was taking it all in. Her body quivered while she came again, watching her nipples peak on the television and Raul fucking her ass in a feverish frenzy. He leaned over when he felt her, taking her neck in his mouth. His teeth pierced her skin over her vein and blood hit the top of his mouth, sending him into a frenzy while he sucked life from her veins. She came again with him, their blood pulsing as one, each thrust matching the heartbeats of their bodies. Hot semen filled her virgin ass for the first time. They collapsed on the bed in each other arms. She realized the pain between her cheeks was much greater when she was done. “Ow.” She whimpered. “I’m sorry.” He kissed her eyebrows and nose. “Did I hurt you?” “I’ll get used to it.” She winked. “So, I’ll get to do that more often?” He could barely wipe the smile from his face. “Not every time but often.” She kissed him lightly and dozed to sleep.

**** Raul felt like a king with his beautiful queen sleeping next to him. He was on top of the world and it showed. His mind went over the night, remembering every kiss and every squeeze. The second mark he made bringing her mind closer to his both excited him and fascinated him. He would need to discuss the third with her. It wasn’t something to take lightly. She would be immortal forever but be able to live with the sun and eat normal food. She would never need any one else but him and never get sick. The only trade off was her life. It would be like selling her soul to him. He didn’t know if she was quite ready to do that. He thought he’d keep it for a discussion later that night. Right now, he had company and wanted to introduce his lover to him. Heck, both being creek elves, maybe they even know each other. Raul covered her with a blanket and brought his friend downstairs. “You had a good time tonight, I see.” Ricci, the creek elf and musician friend of Raul’s laughed. Raul and Ricci had met on tour when Ricci opened a show for Raul on weekend. They quickly became friends. “So good that you wouldn’t believe!” He smirked and shook Trinity. “Wake up, mi amore, some one would like to meet you.” Trinity yawned and stretched, not realizing her blanket fell off her breast. Ricci flinched as her boob popped out from the sheet. He held the brown nipple in his gaze, wanting to lick his lips but refrained from being rude. “Oh!” She pulled the sheet up to her neck and smiled. “How embarrassing.” Raul knew her creek elf roots would keep her from any real embarrassment. The creek elves were friendly people, quite horny too. He was surprised that she rested so early the night before. Must be her human side. She looked over Raul’s friend. His long white hair pulled was back in a ponytail and tied by a leather strap. His dark amber eyes with silver highlights seemed to glow. The man had strong features, a square jaw line with a natural rugged look to him. He looked as if he could cast spells away from tired eyes and help any one he laid his hands on. “Is he like you?” She squinted at Raul. “No. He’s a creek elf.” “She doesn’t know?” Ricci looked at Raul with a bit of question lighting his eyes.

“She was separated from her grandmother when she was a baby. Her mother wouldn’t allow magic into the home.” Raul shrugged. “Do I not know what?” She nudged Raul with her elbow. “Your origin.” Ricci stammered. “You’re a creek elf.” “What is a creek elf? First, there are vampires and now creek elves? I must be going nuts!” She laughed, purposefully exposing the tip of her nipple. Something inside of her wanted this man too, but not for love, he had energy that made her body ache. “Think of creek elves as another human species.” Raul covered her breast with the blanket when he noticed his friend eyeing her beautiful golden mounds. “Another human species? There’s more than one?” She frowned. “Uh... yeah... what do you think I am?” Raul flashed his fangs. “You’re a Spaniard who was attacked by a vampire.” She stretched her body out on the bed, allowing the edge of the sheet to barely cover the brown tips of her nipples. She was getting very horny in the company of two very handsome men. “And you are a creek elf.” Ricci looked up and down her sleek curves. His pants suddenly felt too tight. “Don’t you feel the magic?” He put his hands together to form a ball of energy. He let go and it floated around her face then migrated down her body, caressing her skin. He could feel her body through the energy of the psy-ball, relishing every soft curve. “Yes.” She sat up, the sheet falling from her breasts. Two boobs bounced in Ricci’s face. He flushed and turned. “You are Raul’s woman. I’m sorry.” Trinity looked at Raul with a little pout. He read her mind, knowing that her love belonged to him but he couldn’t hold her back from her roots. “Who am I to judge?” He said, stripping his clothes from his body. “May I?” Ricci asked his friend. “Please. I must please her.” Raul sighed and sat back in the chair. Trinity took a wild look at Raul, asking for approval, yet not believing what she was about to do. Raul nodded and sat back in their chair facing the bed, stroking his already erect cock. He forgot he had turned on the camera earlier to tape his love sleeping, long lost in dreams. Now he had a full view of the man hovering over his princess on the television and him in the background, stroking his shaft. Man, it looked good, something he would need to watch again later. Trinity felt the pleasures of Ricci’s four psy-balls that worked up and down her body, massaging every muscle and curve. The magic caressed over her breasts and legs then sent hot vibrations over her clitoris.

“Oh...” She moved around, trying to get the energy of the psy-ball inside herself. It was just energy without substance and it drove her crazy with desire. There were no fingers to lick, no hands to rub her aching breasts, nor a person to grab onto. Two of the psy-balls rolled lightly over her nipples and one slid up and down over her slit causing the golden curls to gleam with wetness. The anticipation was sensual yet painful. Ricci pushed her knees up to her sides and slid his chubby cock inside her sheath. She shook with pleasure as his hands rotated her breasts in circles while a psy-ball vibrated over her clit. She shook involuntarily, cumming almost immediately while Ricci pumped into her harder. He looked over at Raul who was slowly stroking himself. “Raul, come here.” Ricci groaned. “She needs you now.” Raul grinned as he walked to the bed. His love was squirming underneath his friend, trying to get as much pleasure as she possibly could. Ricci removed his chubby cock from her body and sat back to see what Raul wanted to do. After all, Trinity was his woman and it was their choice. Raul turned a giggling Trinity over on her knees and told Ricci to slide underneath her quivering body. Trinity lapped at Ricci’s cock as he passed her mouth and continued to slide between her legs. She lowered herself inch by inch down his long and chubby shaft, feeling like it would never stop. Raul helped her hips thrust up and down over Ricci’s cock for a moment until he felt she was ready. The Indian oil covered her rosette and Raul’s fingers and the drizzled on Ricci’s balls. Ricci shuddered at the warmth of the spice trickling down his sac and rocked faster into the creek elf woman. Her gold hair bounced around her shoulders and bouncing breasts as she danced over his pulsing cock. He was ready to explode already and cast a spell on his shaft to continue a while longer. Raul pushed Trinity forward and pulled up on her cheeks until she was almost all the way off Ricci’s head. He teased and probed her pucker with hot Indian oil and two fingers until he stretched it ready for his shaft. Slowly he slid into her wanting flesh, inch by inch he slid until she pressed backward, taking him all inside. He groaned, holding back his orgasm, knowing that he wanted more than just one thrust. She lowered her pussy over Ricci’s cock filling both her holes with the sweet sex of men. Both cocks rocked inside, rubbing against each other through her thin wall. Raul grasped one breast with his hand and the other stroked her clitoris in small circles. Ricci grabbed the free nipple into his mouth and suckled her sweet taste from the brown tip. She rocked hard against both men, one side in and the other side out, bringing her to an extreme orgasm. “Oh shit!” Trinity screamed, coming from all directions, her nipples

peaking harder than ever before. Raul was ready himself, pushing harder into the depths behind her rosette while she came. His head felt the bump of his friend fucking the pussy of his girlfriend between the thin walls of warm wet flesh. His fingers pinched her rock hard nipples, one hand holding her breast still for Ricci’s lips. Raul started to cum, jets of semen shot inside her as he stretched rosette her as far as she could go. Ricci felt it too, no spell could hold this one off. He pumped his cock up into her harder until she screamed that she was cumming again as his hot juices filled her insides. The orgasm couldn’t have been long enough. All three sprawled out on the bed, gasping for air. Trinity rolled over to both and kissed each one as they slept. Remembering the pleasure they had both given her, she quietly brought herself to another orgasm.

Chapter Eight It was late on Tuesday night when Trinity came home from her long weekend at Raul’s house. They spent all weekend with each other, laughing and talking, fucking and walking. At first, it didn’t seem normal but she did like the sex and after awhile, it became second nature, as if it were meant to be. For the whole morning as she showered at Raul’s basement she hummed tunes she didn’t recognize and recited poetry that she didn’t know. The songs and poetry seemed more like incantations but most of it was pretty. She danced an unusual dance in her living room, twirling to the sound of her own hum. It was as if she was under a spell as she danced around, pulling spices and seasonings from her cabinets. For many years, she collected different seasonings that she never used and never, until now, did she know why. Her roots as a creek elf kept trying to remind her of who she was but she had long since forgotten her heritage. Now she remembered her grandmother’s long golden hair against her golden skin and her glowing green eyes, just like hers. Seeing Ricci and feeling the magic had reminded her of who she was and she was quite proud to be a creek elf. Trinity stripped her body of her constricting clothes and tied a lace tablecloth around her body. She felt free and cool while she mixed cinnamon for love, basil for power, garlic for purity and ginger for sanitation. The mixture boiled in her 2 quart sauce pan as she danced around feeling incredibly sexy. What those men had done to her, the one she loved and his friend, was release her from a life of boredom and seclusion. They made her feel alive and free, like a woman should feel. Now, with the knowledge of her instincts, she no longer needed to feel guilty about her constant sexual desires. No, Trinity would never share herself with another man unless Raul knew and approved. That is the only reason why she allowed Ricci to touch her in the way that he did. Not that she wanted to feel any one else intimately either, Raul knew what she needed and he enjoyed it too. She danced around the kitchen as her potion boiled and bubbled. “Two pinches for love, one pinch for lust, five pinches for desire, in Raul I trust.” She smiled at her incantation, not aware of its power for she just set her love for Raul in stone. What started out as a simple rhyme ended up in a love spell. Trinity waited until nightfall to play out her desires. Raul was to be out on tour tonight in a town far away. She didn’t want to go and fight with the groupies and fans so she stayed home. Oh how she missed his sweet touch. His

smooth voice that sent shivers up and down her spine. She went out into the cloud covered moonlight, covering her naked body with the warm cinnamon oil she made earlier. It warmed her body, almost burned in some places but it felt so good on the important parts. Her nipples appreciated the different feel of the warm and spicy oil as they peaked into taut buds. She poured oil down her slit and sprawled herself on the blanket she knew so intimately. As she rolled around the blanket then danced around her yard, dark clouds rolled in from the East. She laid back down on the blanket and feverishly pinched at her clit and probed herself with a new toy Raul had bought for her to use while he was. It had a long end on one side and was shaped like a penis with a short and stubby end on the other. She slid it into her cinnamon oil slicked canals and groaned with so much pleasure. Her own vampire knew how to treat her right! She squirmed on the two heads that penetrated her body, kneeling and staring up at the moon while she rammed it in and out. Her body shook in pleasure as she came on the two headed wonder that probed her where Ricci and Raul had so eagerly did the night before. “Oh yes!” She screamed in the moonlight, holding her hands out to the stars. **** Rigor again watched in the shadows. Tonight he would make his move. Something happened to the creek elf princess and now she was acting like a priestess. He watched her golden body shimmering in cinnamon oil come to the pleasure of the gift her lover gave her but he didn’t hold himself tonight. He didn’t succumb to the pleasures of watching her cum over and over again. He had a job to do and he was going to do it right. It was difficult for him to walk closer with his massive hard on hanging down his shorts. How he wanted to hold her down and ram it in every orifice of her body. He knew that in order for her to rule with him, he couldn’t take her against her will. Rigor lit the burner on fire and drizzled the cinnamon oil around her kitchen, in her bedroom and around the living room. There wasn’t going to be a shred left of her house when he was done. He watched her stroke herself outside to the sound of the thunder as he lit the match that consumed her kitchen. Lightning struck around her as she came yet again to the powers of nature. She thought a bolt hit her house when she went running to her kitchen now bursting into flames. “No! Trinity cried. She watched in a helpless stupor as the fire consumed her living room and bedroom then sunk to her knees. “Are you okay?” Rigor kneeled at her side.

“What?” She studied him. He looked like a creek elf but the vibrant color was gone from his hair and his skin. She was more than confused and now nothing made sense. Everything she owned was now lost to a burning pit of flames. “Let’s get you out of here.” He picked her naked body up, licking his lips at her breasts bouncing in his face. With permission. Only with permission. He groaned while he carried her to safety. Within a few moments, he was carrying her across his lawn and into his home. If it were another time, she would “What is your name?” He asked, handing her a robe from his closet. “Trinity. Who are you?” She shook her head and looked down. “And what in the world were you doing by my home?” “Rigor. Just an old elf.” He mused. “Welcome to Creekside Village.” “Are all the people here ... elves?” She wiped the tears from her face. “We’re creek elves. There are a few other types of elves but we keep to our own.” He emphasized on the word own. “Oh. Thank you for saving me!” “You’re welcome. You will need somewhere to stay. Why don’t you stay here tonight?” He made a bed out of some silk sheets and a wool comforter for her on the small couch. Trinity stretched out on the couch, exhausted from the fire and the loss of her home. Of course, it happened when Raul was on tour and she didn’t have a key (yet) to the cafe so she didn’t have any other place to stay. Strange that he lived so far away but just happened by at that moment. “Why did you say you were in my area?” She glanced over at Rigor and caught him rubbing his crotch, staring at her body under the sheer housecoat. “I was looking for lightning bugs. They’re easier to see at night.” He shrugged. It sounded like a good excuse. “What do you do with lightning bugs?” She curled up her upper lip to her tiny nose in a look of disgust. “Where have you been?” He laughed. “We use lightning bugs to light lanterns at the festival. We then let them go fly home to their families to multiply, like we do on the night the High Priestess is called to continue her rule over our people.” He smiled. “Okay.” She thought about Raul and where he was or what he would be doing without her. “What were you doing when I found you?” He wondered how far her magic had returned, how much she remembered. Rigor walked closer to her and sat on the end of the couch. “I was dancing.” She half lied.

“You were naked.” He inched closer. “I was dancing in my secluded backyard.” Rigor couldn’t contain himself any longer. He pinned her wrists to the couch and watched her breasts bobble in front of him. If he could just lick one right there he would lay off. Just take one succulent taste of her nipple, it would make him so contempt. He lowered his head toward her bouncing nipple. Raul, help! She tried to move but his grasp on her arms was too strong. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to taste you.” He breathed over her chest, drooling while staring at her nipples that poked out of the top of the housecoat. She squirmed and hissed. “You’re hurting me now!” “I’m sorry.” Rigor backed away, covering his erection with his hand. “Please forgive me but I must do this.” The head of his long cock poked out from the bottom of his cutoff shorts. It stiffened more as he handcuffed Trinity to the headboard of his bed. He knew if she couldn’t move her hands, she couldn’t perform spells. He smiled to himself, feeling the tip of his peeping head trace her leg. He strapped a handkerchief around her mouth and tied it at the back of her head. Next, he bound her legs to the footboard. “I will not hurt you, sweet priestess. I will only hurt you if you disobey me.” He licked his lips at her breasts popping out of the top of the housecoat. He opened the bottom of the silk robe enough to see the mound of golden curls. She looked at him with wild eyes, unable to move her body. Where is Raul? Her mind screamed. **** Trinity’s frightened voice echoed ferociously in Raul’s head as he stopped strumming his six-string guitar. His eyes dashed around the twenty thousand screaming fans searching for his love. Women in the front row flashing their chests at him begged him to touch them. The crowd booed and hissed as he jumped off the stage and ran out the back door. Within a few minutes, he was back by her home, which was by then burnt down to the ground in a pile of ashes. “Trinity!” He called out but she didn’t answer. Blood stained tears stung his eyes while he searched for his love. Through the smoldering heat of the rubble he searched but there was no sign of his beloved Trinity.

“Trinity!” He screamed again. Only silence answered him. His deep connection with her told him that she was still alive, but where was she? Her heart pounded softly in his soul and the essence of her breath caressed his face but she was nowhere near her home. He turned to dash to the club but before he could go, an explosion rocked the burnt building around him. Raul fell to the ground, still living but his skin catching on fire. **** Rigor laughed from the bushes. The trap he set was working all too well. He chanted from the bushes while he watched the vampire burn in pain. Your skin is scoarched Your blood is weak Only her love can save you You’re quiet and meek With this spell I cast over thee No one’s blood you take But the blood of Trinity Other blood will kill you thus you die in pain Only wait for your love or go insane. He scuttled back home to where the future priestess waited for him.

Chapter Nine The every day bustle of Main Street in Creekside Village filled the air. Creek elves from all over the town came to the bazaar, hoping to get a glimpse of Meme Native, the High Priestess. Native lived in seclusion, away from the rest of the people as her health was failing. It took a lot of magic to keep her looking healthy and that magic made her weary. Some weeks she would sleep for days after a magic spell, recuperating from the lost energy. She was no longer interested in the men in the village as her libido had diminished in her elder years. Native had to stay on top of things in the village. If she let on of her weaknesses, the people of her village would grow restless and pick a replacement. The evil vampires would take over her elves, enslaving all for their magic and sexual pleasures. If she could find her replacement in time, one who was powerful enough to control the lust of the evil vampires, she could rest in peace. That one elf was her dear granddaughter Trinity. She was preparing her ceremonial robe when Lilan, one of her elf servants, came running into her home. “Native! The vampire Raul is in trouble. I’ve seen his face, he is dying.” “Of what is he dying?” She asked in her native tongue. “He has tried to save his loved one in a fire and and...fire, an explosion hit near him. He is burnt every where.” Fear made Lilan’s voice tremble as he thought the worst. “Send Ricci to help him.” She handed the man a bag of magic. “Give this to Ricci. It will help save Raul’s life. Where is Trinity?” Her knees weakened when she realized the love was Trinity. “She is nowhere to be found.” The elf shook his head. Native raised her hands together in front of her heart to form a glowing psy-ball of magic. The magic coursed through her veins and muscles from her toes and head to meet near her heart. The energy created a glowing ball of light between her two pressed palms. Speed of lightning Power of thunder Holder of this bag Will run with wonder The creek elf priestess chanted the spell to carry the elf’s legs faster than he could run. She threw the psy-ball over the bag of herbs held by Lilan. The

psy-ball burst into a glowing halo around the bag. “Give this hemp woven bag to Ricci and tell him to help Raul. He will know what to do. Time is important. Go now!” **** The small home of Ricci glowed inside with the light of amber and emerald. The light flowed down from the ceiling to the floor in cascades of a mist that did not dampen the ground or the walls. Many elven women thought his touch of colors were romantic yet he secluded himself away from the women, leaving their deep green stares of passion to the other men in town. He wanted to find the one who will light his glowing amber eyes and keep him happy for the next six hundred years or so. Only happily married elven men stayed alive for longer than four hundred years and he wanted to be around for eight. Sex is what kept these men alive. The power and joining of the body and mind with creek elf women. Many creek elf men sought human women but when they did, their lives were shorter, only a few hundred years. When his love passes to another lifetime, she takes the essence of his soul with her, causing his body and mind to deteriorate faster. Ricci needed to find his woman but where? He kept his libido in shape by loving many different women, some times many at one time but it wouldn’t keep him happy for very long. He had already lived a hundred years, he needed at least four hundred more! Lilan didn’t bother to knock at Ricci’s door. Whatever Ricci was doing at the moment could wait. “Ricci!” Lilan managed while panting for precious air. The bag had carried him fast but didn’t give him the energy to control his body. “It’s Raul. Help.” “What is wrong with Raul?” Ricci panicked. Who in the world could or would hurt Raul? “He’s dying. At Trinity’s home and she is nowhere to be found! Take this bag blessed by the High Priestess and you will go with lightning speed. Hurry!” Ricci grabbed the bag out of Lilan’s hand and dashed his way over to his lifetime friend. Ricci raced to Raul’s side, finding his friend charred and blackened by ash and soot. Raul tried to open his mouth to speak, but his lips could barely move through the broken skin. “Don’t speak.” Ricci coaxed his friend. He picked up the vampire and carried him to his home at Creekside Village. Ricci kicked the door open to

his house and laid his friend on the woven couch. Ricci sliced into his wrist with a vegetable paring knife and waited for the blood to start. When it did he pressed the wound to Raul’s lips. The blood trickled into the blackened mouth of the vampire but didn’t seem to bring moisture to his skin. “Please don’t let it be too late!” Ricci begged the air. The blood felt like poison in Raul’s gut. It stirred and boiled until he began to choke it up in bubbles. Ricci helped his friend to his side where the blood poured out, burning the floor like acid. “What is wrong?” He begged Raul to help. The blood, your blood. It’s not right. Something is wrong. Raul used telepathy to talk to Ricci. Moving his lips was impossible. “I’ll go get help.” The vampire’s friend ran out the door to look for a priestess in training or the High Priestess herself, which ever came first. Raul stared at the amber and emerald patterns flowing around the ceiling for what seemed like hours. The colors were hypnotizing and seemed to take the pain away, at least for a few moments at a time. Would he live through the damage from the fire. He didn’t think so. His charred body already made him feel as if he were dying. The only thing that could help him was blood. Why couldn’t he drink blood? Blood would replenish his skin and rebuild his cells. It would bring life to his dying limbs and let him feel again. Whatever happened to Trinity, he had no idea. His love, the one he had waited for over two hundred years was gone, without a trace. Did the fire consume her? Take her life away? Raul doubted it; he could still feel her life force. Something was blocking his telekinetic powers, keeping him from speaking to or hearing his love. He tried to look away from the glowing lights but his neck was too weak and hurt too much to move. Damn it, he was invincible, wasn’t he? The door burst open and Ricci ran with a woman who looked a lot like Trinity. “Raul, this is Trinity’s cousin. She will help you.” Ricci cut her wrist with the same parings knife and held it over Raul’s mouth. It trickled slowly at first and then started to drizzle into his mouth. Raul began to drink the blood, savoring the flavor until it felt like it was burning in his stomach. He gagged, choked, and turned away. “No!” Ricci yelled and slammed his hands against the wall. “My friend, we will help you. It will only take time.” Time is something I have little of, my friend. I am dying. “Where is Trinity?” Ricci formed a psy-ball while asking his friend. It glowed the events of the night, everything in Raul’s mind - the concert, her call, the fire, and the explosion. Trinity was nowhere in the dream. Ricci wrapped the cousin’s wrist in a bandage then thanked her.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out.” She crooned. “He must have a spell laid upon him. My great Aunt, the High Priestess, might be able to help you. I’ll go get her for you, k?” She gave Ricci a wink, inviting herself back in any time. Within minutes, Native stood at Raul’s deathbed. She hummed a simple tune while placing rosemary, mint and rose petals around the couch. She cut her wrist, drizzled her blood around the circle, and chanted. Circle of life Protect the vampire Keep him safe From the evil fire Let him sleep Feeling no pain Give him grace And fill his veins She repeated the chant three times, still drizzling her own blood on the herbal mixture. “He will live, for now.” She wiped the tear from Ricci’s cheek and then pressed her thumb to the wound on her wrist. Within seconds, she removed the pressure and inspected the skin where the wound healed. Ricci stared in awe at the talented witch. “Where is Trinity?” She asked at Ricci. “Was he able to tell you?” “He has no idea, High Priestess. She called for him during a concert. When he got there her house was in flames and she was no where to be found.” “How did he tell you this?” “With his mind, High Priestess. I formed a psy-ball and read his mind.” Ricci bowed to Native, aware of his error. “You do know that is forbidden. Reading of the mind, you know this Ricci.” She scolded. “I am sorry, High Priestess. He is my friend and I didn’t know what else to do.” Ricci bowed and backed away. “I do not have time to deal with this now. We must find Trinity. Gather the elves, we will search for her all over the state if we need to.” Native stroked Raul’s hair. “We will find your lady, Raul. She will bring you back to life. I cannot break the spell over you, whoever put it in your body will pay, dearly.” The earth shook as Native growled in anger.

**** “Will you not have me?” Rigor danced around the bed where Trinity lay. Of course, she couldn’t answer but he just laughed at her lack of response. He had tried every love spell he knew of to win her heart but she resisted every one. Her magic was strong. Very strong. He even tried making psy-balls dance around her body but she willed every one of them away. When she did, the psy-ball would slam against the wall and pop into nothingness. “I will have you.” He smiled at her, wishing his hands were all over her, probing her, pinching her. “We can be powerful together, you and I. Our sex will fill the night with magic, bringing us to the most powerful High Magic court the creek elves have ever known!” His face danced with greed. He came as close to her as he could without touching her, stroking himself. “You will love me, one way or another.” Trinity watched this wild elf tell her these crazy ideas. He had put magic around the house to stop any telepathic messages from her or to her. She was alone, isolated with a sex craved and crazy elf. What she couldn’t figure out is why he hadn’t touched her yet. He had the advantage having her tied up in four corners on his bed wearing nothing but a cold and sheer housecoat. He wanted her too, she could see that already. The lust poured from his eyes when he looked at her. His eyes traced her head down to her toes, and he drooled from his mouth as he passed over her breasts and hips. The elf had a constant hard on for her too. Why didn’t he just go relieve himself and get it out of her face! Rigor came back into the room with rosemary and thyme. He tried sprinkling the mixture over her and chanting a love poem. Didn’t this elf know any thing? Love requires rose petals and lots of them. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Even worse, she really needed to go to the bathroom.

Chapter Ten Senora Manuella squeezed the bridge between her nose with her thumb and forefinger. Every thing was going wrong! Rigor should have returned with the wench hours ago. Some how she had lost contact with him and could no longer read his mind. Even worse, Raul was dying! She could feel his life force draining from his body yet she could not find him anywhere. Her dear sweet Raul, dying somewhere out in the world and she couldn’t even help him. Why hadn’t he loved her all these years? She could have kept him safe from the evils of the world. Once again, she tried to call upon Raul but he didn’t even answer. At least he would tell her to go away on days when she could contact him with her mind. Raul, lover, where are you? I can help you! She hummed in her head. Nothing. Not even a breath. He was still alive, she could feel him, but just barely. She knew everything about him, when he fed, when he made love, even when he cried. And yes, he did cry, over that stupid wench! “Bloody nasty elf!” She hissed to herself. She had been waiting to feed from him for over a day now and she couldn’t wait any longer. His blood was the most trained to her call as she had been nursing off him for over fifty years! When she wanted it fast, it obeyed. When she wanted it hot, the elf broke a fever. Such predictability! Angry, Senora Manuella called on one of her other servants, a human, who came readily, eager to please. He kneeled and bowed beside her, head down and wrist out. “Ah, so needy you humans are. So delicate and needy.” The Senora sung to the servant with brushes of her hands against his soft human hair. Manuella rarely left her bedroom for she had many human and elf servants who would do anything for the mistress, even die for her. Some days she feasted from the blood of as many as five different bodies, many of the partaking in her sex as well. They bathed and massaged her whenever she snapped her thin and nimble fingers. She was proud of her power over such feeble creatures. Hell, even the vampires succumbed to her wishes. All of them except for the one she wanted most. “So easy to please.” She hissed and brought her full lips against the soft skin of her servant’s inner thigh. Her tongue teased and lashed at the supple skin. He tensed at first as her ancient fangs pierced the thigh and then relaxed, feeling the blood rushing to all areas of his lower body and stroking a full erection. She took a few more long seductive gulps of his blood and

removed her mouth from his leg with a small sucking noise. The servant looked up at her full lips, dripping with his own blood. His eyes begged her for release as he pulled at the length of his hungry cock in quick and eager strokes. Senora Manuella laughed then straddled the man, sliding him to her already wet tissues. Her breasts grazed his chest as she lowered her lips to his bare neck. With a quick pinch of her lips, she bit into his neck, not even caring to seduce him with her hypnotizing eyes before giving him pain. Some servants enjoyed the pain, and this one was not an exception. He groaned in pleasure, pumping into her harder as she fed. He came, dying, as she lapped up the last of his blood with her tongue. “Worthless human.” She growled, annoyed at the fragile life the man held. His head bounced on the floor when she let him fall from her mouth and tossed him aside. She wiped the semen off her leg and dressed into her regular long black silks. The elf would have at least pleased the hunger between her legs as well as her veins. “Rigalla!” She hissed at her second elf servant. “Toss this garbage out!” “Yes master.” Rigalla stared at the lifeless body of his lover for a moment. Tears welled in the angry pools of gray, which had once been a true source of amber. He then bowed to the vampire and hoisted the two hundred pound human over his shoulder without a problem. The Senora cackled while she watched the elf take the man out to the graves. That would teach him to take another lover while his only duty was to please her. “Rigalla, you dear, sweet elf.” She caressed his cheek and chin when he hovered back into the house like a punished puppy. “You’re crying!” She cooed at the elf, watching the tears gracing his cheeks as they fell. “If I may...” He started to speak. Manuella put her forefinger up to his lips. “No. You may not.” She pulled his head close to her breast. “Would some one who claimed to care for you so much have fucked me tonight?” “He was under your spell, Master.” He didn’t dare look at her fiery eyes. She was beautiful in all the meaning but evil even more. “Are you still under my spell, elf?” The vampire jerked his head back with her hands on his cheeks and stared at his startled eyes. “I am in your power.” He lowered his gaze to the ground. “Look at me!” Hatred spilled from her voice. He did. “I seem to be losing a lot of servants lately, Rigalla.” Manauella hissed,

eyeing his response, making sure he still held her allegiance. “Do you still respect me?” “I have every respect for you.” He lied. “You’re a better fuck than a liar, Rigalla.” She laughed and pushed him aside. “Have you seen Rigor?” “He was at Creekside Village earlier today.” Rigalla sighed. “Find him for me.” She stared into his eyes with her magic gaze. “I want him here.” The elf left without questioning her word. **** Trinity tried pulling her arms out of the silk straps that bound her to the bed but whenever she moved, they pulled tighter, stretching her body even more. Her wiry little captor had left hours ago out of frustration. His perverted thoughts disgusted her more than his evil face. She now knew what sucked the life out of his mind and body. As she meditated while she could do nothing else, her mind reading skills grew with magic. She knew if she didn’t at least pretend to love the little elf, he would hand her over to some woman name Manuella. Trinity had no idea who this woman was but from the elf’s thoughts, she wasn’t a very nice person. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she closed her eyelids and chanted her own magic. She focused on the burning spot in the middle of her brain that seemed to bring her power. In school, she had learned this was the area where her pituitary gland lived but now it was just another source of power emanating from her body as was her sexual organs and heart. Slowly the ties unbound her hands as she chanted the same words over and over again. When her hands were free from the ties, she untied her feet then adjusted her thin white robe and walked around inside circle made by her captor. He had added enough magic in the circle to keep her from leaving. She cursed the ground he walked on then sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, humming and meditating. “You’re good.” Rigor sung as he walked into the room. He eyed the beautiful creek elf witch who had released herself from his special torture ties. “Only a witch could pull herself free of those bonds.” “Free me.” She purred in a low sultry voice. “No.” He wanted to break the circle just to hold her but he knew once he did she would be gone. “Free me.” She pleaded, rubbing her hands across her breast then down to her thigh.

“No.” He licked his lips while staring at the curves of her body. “Free me. I will do any thing for you.” She opened the chiffon robe enough to show cleavage. Rigor stared at the woman. Such beauty she held but would it be enough to bring him back from the evils he had experienced? Would her love captivate him and erase the pain? Would she allow him to share her magic? He smiled. A high priestess is more powerful with sex. She would share that sex with him. “Anything?” He rubbed his crotch. “Yes.” She bent over, exposing her breasts to his stare. Her hands began to caress her thighs and flirt with the golden curls over her mound while he watched. She felt the power boiling inside of her but she needed information first before she did anything. “Where is Raul?” “Oh, him again.” Rigor turned around, shaking his head. “He’s dead.” “No!” She gasped. He couldn’t be, she could still feel his strength within her. It was weak but she knew it was there. Most of all she knew she had to help him. “Where is he?” She screamed. “Burnt to a crisp.” Rigor laughed. Deep inside he knew he could never contain this witch. She still loved the vampire even if he was now gone. “No.” Trinity fell to her knees crying. She began to rock back and forth and hummed an intelligible chant. The palms of her hands were held open to the sky by her sides as she rocked. Wind began to blow within the circle that held her captive. Her long golden hair floated to a point above her head. Rigor stared in awe at the priestess. His hands shook while he watched as Trinity’s green eyes glowed brighter and brighter. The chant she sang became louder and louder as she rocked. Rigor started to run to the door but the force of the wind inside the circle shook the walls of his small elven home, sending the pictures and other hangings to the ground. Little pieces of rock fell in front of him. Rigor looked up. The roof was cracking. “Stop!” A woman’s voice hissed over the noise of the encircled storm. Confused, Trinity closed her palms. The wind and shaking stopped. “You!” Trinity hissed at the long black haired woman who stood in the doorway. She knew that Spanish face, that deep sultry voice. “You are a clever little witch.” Senora Manuella strolled over to the circle the elf had made. “Trying to keep her for your own, Rigor? She would make a nice little fuck toy for you.” Her breath could have contained acid. “No, master.” He bowed. “Leave us.” The vampire hissed. As Rigor left, Manuella tried poking through the magic circle at various places to find a weak spot. Trinity only

stared forward, in disbelief. Smiling, she marked in her memory where the herbs had broken and weakened from the earlier storm. She eyed the vampire with hatred now, wondering what she had done with Raul. It was the only explanation why a creek elf would try to destroy his own kind, for the pleasure of a seductive vampire. “Where is he?” “Who, little princess?” The vampire crooned. Trinity forced her eyes away from the senora. Raul had looked at her with those same hungry and seductive eyes but his were also filled with love. This woman’s eyes hadn’t a shimmer of love at all. “You know who, you old bitch. The one you took from me years ago.” “If you don’t know, we’re both at a loss.” The Senora smiled.

Chapter Eleven Trinity couldn’t believe the senora would just let her go like she did. But she had and Trinity took advantage of the situation. Senora Manuella just let her walk out of the creek elf’s home. She didn’t know where she was, what she was to do. Her home was gone, burned to the ground. All of her clothes, her belongings, even her purse and money were gone. She stood in the middle of Cobblestone Road in downtown Creekside Village watching the people walk up and down the street in nothing but the sheer robe she left Rigor’s home in. Something about leaving Rigor there with the vampire disturbed her and she didn’t even know why. The elf had been cruel to her, letting his nasty cock wisp against her body and staring at her naked flesh. He never touched her or forced to do anything, thank God for that, but he stared at her, making advances with his thoughts. His thoughts. She suddenly realized that she could hear his thoughts! Trinity was so busy worrying about what he was going to do to her she couldn’t hear his thoughts about Raul! “Hey beautiful.” A man passed from behind her, commenting on her naked ass and straight back. She jumped then looked down at her clothes. The sun blazed right through the sheer fabric, showing off her naked body. She ran under the overhang of the nearest herb shop, covering her breasts and golden curls. She stopped inside the herb shop looking for some warm tea. A shopkeeper, about knee high was standing on a ladder sorting the boxes of tea with flavors ranging from Apple to Zen. “How much for some ginger tea?” She asked the short red haired shopkeeper. He recognized her beautiful face immediately, those glowing green eyes, flowing golden hair and skin the color of honey and the texture of milk. The magic she possessed radiated from her above her head to her toes, warming every thing in sight. This woman could only be one person. “For you madam, it costs nothing. Warm or cold?” He placed his hand on hers. “Warm, please.” She smiled. “You need some blackwort and ginseng tea.” “What?” She looked at him, trying to make sense of what he said. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Her simple life as a songwriter went up in a puff of smoke. Randor placed a large cup with warm tea on the table. “You need some

tea to help you find him. This tea will clear your mind and allow you to focus.” “What is your name?” She asked, hiding her face behind the cup. “Randor.” He smiled. “My name is Randor.” “Do you know who I am, Randor?” She held her palms up, starting wind in the air. “Woah!” He laughed, grabbing both of her hands and placing them together to close the magic. “You have no idea?” “No.” She shook her head. “You’re the granddaughter of the High Priestess Native.” He boasted, seeming happy to have a person of her stature in his store. In fact, many of the powerful and talented women of elf magic shopped his store for teas. “Meme Native.” She gasped and then smiled, remembering her grandmother’s soft touch and warm smile. She remembered the magic, the nighttime stories of kings and queens and the light shows on the ceiling. “Yes, your Meme Native.” He walked toward the modern day telephone hanging on his wall. “Should I call her?” “I have to find him first. He’s dying.” Raul’s life force was faint but she could still feel his mind within her thoughts. She took a sip of her warm tea and cleared her mind. The elf shopkeeper left her to herself to meditate. “I love you Raul. I’m coming.” She hummed as she sipped at her tea. Trinity. Hurry. Her mind cleared and eyes opened. She tried harder to contact him, but the fog in her mind stirred again. “I can’t see him!” She slammed her fist down on the table. “Relax.” The shopkeeper hobbled over to her table. “You must relax. Let your mind flow.” “Can’t you do magic?” Trinity grabbed his hand. His touch was so comforting. “No.” He let out a small snort. “Only the Elven women can do magic. Us men are merely hunters, protectors, and providers. Some men know magic but very few. We enforce your magic with energy.” He stopped then studied her face and smiled. “We’re also great pleasurers.” She felt her cheeks warm as she blushed. “I know.” Ricci’s psy-balls filled her mind, the flooding pleasure and warmth they brought to her skin while he and Raul loved her. Suddenly the memories of the two men brought new pictures to her roaming mind. Raul was lying on a couch somewhere close by the shop. Gold and emerald lights lit the room above, circling around his body. A circle of lavender and basil surrounded him and

protected him from evil. “He’s here. In town.” She jumped up with her eyes open wide. “Do you know where?” The shopkeeper stopped putting boxes of tea on the shelves to help. “A house, a couch. Lots of green and brown shimmering lights.” She closed her eyes, letting the magic roar through her body. Tingling started up from her thighs to her head as the magic coursed its way. Her nipples hardened as it caressed her body like a roaring title wave. The way the magic felt around her body felt odd, like a never ending orgasm. “Go on.” The shopkeeper loved watching creek elf witches do their work. He licked his lips at the peaks protruding from her breasts in the sheer robe. Warm wind began to move around her as she opened her palms up to the air. The shopkeeper opened a box of loose leaf rosemary tea and a bottle of salt and wrapped a circle around her table with extraordinary speed. With the magic contained, the winds whipped around her body, pulling the locks of her golden hair up, whisping it around her face. She thought of Raul and his needs, his incredible mind pulsating in her head. Her heartbeat went out to his, giving him a reassurance she would find him. Once again, her mind went to where he lay. A map of Creekside Village unwrapped in her mind with a golden trail leading to the house where he was lying, dying of hunger and burns. Trinity took a mental note of the map image the closed her hands. Her hair fell in graceful pools over her shoulders. She hunched over, gasping for air and energy while she rested. “Are you okay, priestess?” The shopkeeper broke the circle and placed a comforting and steady hand on her shoulder. “I’m exhausted.” She sighed and laughed inside about the title he gave her. She was no priestess, just a woman in love. “It’s the power of the spell. Without love feeding your energies, you have no control over the loss of power.” “Love? I have love.” She huffed. “Okay. Sex.” He blushed but kept eye contact with the young woman. “Oh. No wonder.” She smiled. She felt a little better after planting a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll help you clean this mess up after I find him.” “No worry. Pleasing you is what I live for.” He began to clean the mess around the table with an old broom made out of straw twigs and a crooked branch. Trinity found her way to the road with the map in her mind. A turn left, two turns right, down at the end of the dead end road. Before entering the house, she glanced left and right for signs of any one

spying on her. The way Senora Manuella had left her before was too risky. Then again, it was now morning and there was no way the Senora would be outside in the day. The door creaked open as she tiptoed inside the home. The house seemed empty. She scanned the area for the couch and instead for a closed door leading down to a basement. Cold air brushed her face as she opened the door to the bowels of the house. She descended down the dark stairs, gripping the railing for fear of falling. Then she felt him. That sweet, wonderful love of his caressed her mind. I knew you would come. “Raul!” Her eyes widened as she watched him from the glow of the amber and emerald lights. A fine circle of salt and rosemary enclosed his body, keeping him safe from something, most likely Senora Manuella. “Thank God!” Ricci’s heavy footsteps echoed in the room as he ran down the stairs. “We must work fast. Trishina, break the circle. Please. Quickly.” Another woman who could almost be Trinity’s twin hummed a chant as Ricci stood behind her, rocking his jean covered hips against her leather skirt. His sex powered her spell and gave it the life it deserved. Trishina opened her palms toward the circle and the salt and rosemary parted within seconds. Trinity ran to Raul’s side then Trishina closed the circle, using Ricci’s sexual energies as the power behind her. “You must let him feed. He’s made a mark on you and you’re the only one who can save him. Rigor soured his taste to the blood of others.” Ricci admired her sultry shape under the robe with his eyes as he continued. “Cut your vein with the paring knife on the table. Feed him quickly.” She cut into her wrist with the knife and covered his mouth with the wound. With even the first few trickles, his life force seemed to increase. Soon he was sucking her wrist, taking life from her very body like he had the few times before. Her sexual energy heightened, causing a light blue glow around the couple. Raul latched on to her wrist, feeling the strength build in his veins and muscle. His skin tingled as it healed. Old charred skin began to fall off his face and legs while other parts remained burnt. The new skin still had his dark Spanish complexion but it was smoother and untouched from the sun like his old two hundred year old skin. Trinity smiled as she watched the transformation take place. She was more than happy to save her lover, to give him new life and feed her body to his. Her loins tingled with desire as the small bit of pressure or Raul’s sucking pulled blood from her arm. Her nipples hardened, aching with need.

You must rest and I need to heal. Raul sent messages to her mind. Thank you for loving me, Trinity, Alonsa. You’re my goddess of light, of love. I will love you... He began to sleep, needing to heal the tissues with her life inside him. Forever **** The sun fell behind the hill, casting shadows across the green valley of Creekside Village. Creek elves everywhere danced to the celebration of the new rumor. Their new queen had come home, giving life to the elves once again. Their beloved High Priestess Native was weakened by age. Still powerful, she helped them live day to day but her magic was not backed by erotic desires as it should be. She was too busy focused on finding her granddaughter and replacement. She called upon Ricci to visit her home. When he entered, bowing to the woman, she forced his face up with his chin. “Ricci. You have always been so dedicated to the elves. My granddaughter, is she safe?” “Yes, high priestess. She is nursing her lover. Bringing him back from his charred body.” The power of her magic sent floods of ecstasy through his body, tingling his loins and mind. Being so old, she didn’t look a day over thirty, but he knew better. The High Priestess was dying and needed a successor. “Good. If she didn’t love Raul so, you would be next in line. I’m sure of it.” She smiled and caressed his cheek. “You will find the one for you Ricci, given time.” “I know, High Priestess. What shall we do now?” He continued to bow. “When Raul is feeling well, he will be up to the task of taking on the Senora. We will need to help. I am too weak to fight a battle as such. I need to live to train Trinity in her new role as priestess. If I die, my training goes with me and her development is already delayed.” “But High Priestess, she is already so powerful!” “Ricci! We must handle this with the most care. The Senora must not be allowed to control our people any longer. We cannot make any mistakes. Powerful she is but such power is dangerous unless she learns how to tame it. Go now, make sure Raul is feeling better. I have foreseen the future and the Senora will be here soon. Lightning speed, Ricci.” He kissed Native’s cheek and ran home to help the vampire and his love. By the time he walked through the door it was already dark and Senora Manuella sat in his comfortable rocking chair, waiting for him to break the

spell that protected the door to the basement.

Chapter Twelve “Welcome home.” The vampire hissed. “Riccciiiii.” Her voice purred in his head. He had never heard his name from the mouth of such a seductive and beautiful vampire. The way the “R’ in his name rolled off of her tongue sent erotic shivers up his spine. “What do you want, Senora?” He growled, ignoring her hypnotizing gaze. “I want you.” She purred. “Look at me, Ricci.” She stood from the couch with her cape open down to her navel, exposing the edges of her nipples on her tight round breasts. After six hundred years of being alive, round and firm breasts had to account for something! Ricci brought his eyes slowly to hers, his blood boiling for her fangs. She coaxed him toward her, ready to pounce on his flesh, finally making him her own. **** Trinity looked down at Raul, his fresh new skin as smooth as a baby’s hind covering his face and body. Not an inch of him was damaged any longer. Her hands danced around his smoothness, taking in the powder soft texture. She gazed at his growing erection and then his eyes. “You can’t keep down for a moment, can you?” She laughed. He pulled her wonderful body over his, feeling the tips of her nipples brush against his new skin. The pleasures of her body aroused him even more as he fingers probed her loins and pinched at her nipples. “I missed you, Trinity.” His voice was still hoarse from the fire. “And I you, Raul.” She kissed him hard as she let the sheer robe fall from her shoulders. Her body quivered as she climbed up on the backless couch and straddled his hips. His cock stood at attention in front of her stomach. She stroked it so carefully, afraid to hurt his new skin. Raul slid his legs from underneath her hips and rolled off the table. He stretched his new body from head to toe then laid her back onto the couch. From the top of her head he crawled over her body until his erection bobbed in her face and his lips covered her golden curls. With two fingers, he spread her labia then nestled his lips and tongue over her clitoris, lapping up the desire that burned between her legs. Trinity responded by opening her full lips and taking in the full length of his cock inside her mouth. Her tongue danced along the whole shaft while

she sucked in the length. She then removed him from her mouth and took long, lustful strokes at his sac with her tongue, making sure to tickle the delicate spot under his head with a small force. Raul needed to focus on something other than his engorged cock. He plunged two fingers inside her, scooping up her sweet juices mixed with his saliva then he took his wet finger and pressed it inside her ass. She bucked once in painful pleasure, he then slid the other fingers inside her pussy, sending her to an orgasm immediately. She sucked harder at his bulging cock, taking deep laps with her tongue, down his shaft and around the head. Before he came, Raul changed positions and plunged his throbbing muscle deep inside her, pushing her to another orgasm. He latched on to her erected nipple with a fanged kiss as she came, taking in her blood again. Raul’s hot semen pulsed inside her, sending her deeper into ecstasy. When they finished, he licked the wound clean on her aching breast. It immediately stopped bleeding and started to heal on its own. The glowing magic surrounding their bodies made the room as bright as daylight. He smiled while jumping into a fresh pair of jeans Ricci had laid out for him. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time.” He mumbled. “The elf didn’t hurt you, did he?” “He never touched me in that way. Well, not exactly but he didn’t rape me or anything. I think he wanted or needed my power more than sex.” “I thought your power was your sex?” Raul laughed, knowing only too well that her power did come from sex and those that sexed her. “I only want to be powerful with you, Raul.” She smiled and kissed his lips, tasting her own blood. “Do you want to live with me forever? We can, you know.” He smiled and brushed the curls away from her face. “I do not want to be a vampire and drink the blood of others, Raul. I will already live a long live as High Priestess. We can be together then.” “Your body and magic will age with time as High Priestess, Trinity. You can still be High Priestess, with me by your side. You will not be a vampire.” “I don’t know, Raul.” “I will die without you Trinity. A spell has been cast and I cannot live off the blood of others. When you die, I will die.” She kissed him hard to shut him up, too horrified to hear of any such talk. “Don’t talk like that Raul.” She pulled away. “I’ve already marked you as mine. Unknowingly but I know now that I can’t live without you. Drink from me, Trinity. Taste my blood and it will be complete.” He bit into his wrist and let it trickle down his arm.

She watched the blood trail down his arm then grabbed him by the hand. She licked the blood from his arm all the way up to his wrist then partook of his life. With every little gulp, she felt their lives combine. Her magic overcame the powers of the vampire and together their bodies bonded. “No!” A horrible shriek echoed from above the basement. The couple ran up the stairs and burst into the room. The Senora was about to bite into Ricci’s neck but then threw him aside, sparing his elven life. “You!” The Senora screeched, eyes red with fire. “You BITCH! Ever since the day I laid eyes upon you two hundred years ago you have taken my love from me. You fucked him then and you fuck him now, with little regard of his vamipric destiny to rule by my side!” “My destiny is with Trinity.” He stepped in front of the woman who loved so deeply so the vampire could not hurt her. Senora Manuella pulled Trinity’s cousin from behind her. The naked elf had bite marks on her neck and breasts. Rigor then slithered from behind the Senora. “You didn’t!” Trinity cried, feeling the pain from her own cousin. “She wanted me.” Rigor laughed. “She begged for me to help her with magic to become more powerful. The senora only helped the process.” The senora laughed, shaking the room. The transfer of power from the elf to the old vampire had been complete. She felt new again, young and beautiful. “You have taken the only man I have ever cared about and marked him, you little slut!” Trinity jumped in front of Raul, her body glowing blue with their sex and gold with power. She moved toward the vampire with amazing speed withher arms held out to her sides creating a giant psy-ball. The ball glowed before Trinity, waiting for its release. “Back down Senora Manuella.” Trinity’s voice echoed through the house. “Bitch, I’ll kill you!” The senora, powered up with the energy from Trinity’s cousin pushed a bolt of lightning toward the priestess. “Didn’t think vampires could harness the power of an elf?” Trinity’s psy-ball held the bolt at bay. Both women pushed at each other with the power while wind kicked up around their bodies. Ricci’s roof ripped open with the force of the wind and everything paper went flying over and out the door. The other objects in the house rattled with a fierce energy. Raul crawled over to the fossil rock fireplace. Neither woman noticed he was gone as they argued with one another. Trinity could only hold her focus on her magic as she needed to keep the senora from pelting her with bolts of lightning. He grabbed a silver elven war sword from the mantel of the

fireplace and thrust it into the Senora’s heart. Her stolen power slowly filled the whimpering elf from where it had come, visibly blue for every one to see. Senora Manuella fell to the ground, blood gushing from the fresh wound. “I only wanted to love you.” She sighed as she closed her eyes. Ricci, now awake from the broken spell of the vampire, carried her out to the burning pit and covered her with kerosene oil. A small explosion rocked the house when he threw a match into the fire, putting to rest the powerful vampire. Somewhere she screamed until the flames faded away, released to either hell or another lifetime, whichever God was willing to send her. When Ricci entered the house, Raul and Trinity were blowing sweet nothings into each other’s ear. Rigor had long since left, probably dying from the lack of power the Senora gave him. Crumpled on the floor was Trinity’s cousin. She moaned for forgiveness as Ricci picked her up and covered her fragile body with his arms. Raul winked at his best friend while Ricci cooed and smiled at the beauty. She was just as beautiful as the cousin he had tasted days before but she was available. All would be forgiven, and she would be loved, ready to explore her powers with explosive and powerful sex and love behind her. He placed her on the couch then covered her limp body with a blanket. “It will be okay, sweet one. I will take care of you.” Ricci cooed at the woman he dreamed for. The High Priestess and her vampire left the house to find their way to her grandmother. “Love him, Trinity.” Her grandmother whispered in the air. “I can wait. Give him your love.” Trinity pulled Raul into a small forest that branched from Ricci’s home. The grass was cool and plush, inviting them to love again. She pushed him down to the ground and stripped him of his clothing when he didn’t balk. “Mmmmm.... on me again, are we?” He groaned, a happy and soulful groan. Trinity just smiled and created several psy-balls of her own, enough to massage both of their bodies as they fondled each other. The balls rubbed up and down their legs and arms, some times taking time to dabble at his sac or her breasts. Raul placed her on her knees then rubbed the magic Indian lotion he kept on hand around her aching slit and crevice. His fingers massaged both her ass and her clitoris while the psy-balls worked at her breasts, rubbing warm and vibrating energy against her taut nipples. He slowly entered her depths and with each slow thrust, he pulled and inched back in a little farther until her was filling her sheath.

She groaned in delight and subdued pleasure, cumming hard around the unfilled space in her body. It hurt, but hurt so good as she rocked harder on his pulsating cock. Raul slipped out of her when he knew she was finished then placed his tongue between her thighs, lapping up the juices that came from within. He slid underneath her quivering body, meeting with her eyes, whispering I love you in her mind. She straddled him, pushed her openness over his large and ready cock, screaming at the pleasure he brought to her aching tissues inside. With one hand, he slapped at her ass then grabbed her cheek, kneading and pulling the cheeks apart, pressing his finger inside. With the other, her grabbed her breast and pushed it forcibly to his mouth, taking the liberty to lick and suck the hard end of her nipple. “Take the other one.” He managed with her breast still aching in his mouth. Trinity would do anything this man of hers told her. With pleasure and greed, she popped the other between her lips and sucked. He watched her tongue dart around her own nipple and her lips take the end into her mouth. It was too much and he pumped harder and harder at her. Their moans hummed together in the night, making a sweet rhythm as they came together, rocking hard against each other, their bodies sliding in a pool of sweat and love. Trinity came twice more before he was even finished. They fell asleep in the meadow in each other’s arms until close to daylight when he slept in the basement of her grandmother’s home while her grandmother taught her the art of the High Priestess. The End

About the author Ella lives in the beautiful Chippewa Valley of Wisconsin with her 3 boys and loving husband. She enjoys writing all types of fiction including vampire romance and horror.