Undeniable pleasure after a beating. From huntedmerciless
I had turned a vampire slayer into a vampire. Jada caught my eye, immediately. Going back through history, the Moors had conquered Sicily, which is why my skin, or is likely why, anyway, is dark and my hair is dark, as opposed to more of an Austria, blue eyes, blonde hair look. If history is accurate, then black is in my genetic makeup and though Jada is not my Michaela, and isn't a leggy, beautiful Italian beauty, she is a leggy African American beauty, and I knew when I saw her that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
That in itself, is saying something. I lost my Michaela to a vampire slayer nearly a half a century ago and since, I have remained celibate and faithful to her memory, in spite of advances from the female vampires in my legion and countless other females that were human, and despite of the derision, even if it was playful, from the male vampires of my legion and other legions.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I believe deeply in my codes and beliefs. Of course, it has been getting harder and more and more difficult to remain faithful. There is only so long that one can masturbate. In my mind, even after all of these years, is my beautiful Michaela, and thinking about her makes me want something to be actualized and real. So, when the First evil approached Boris, Xavier and myself, and we formed the strategy of attack in Atlanta, Boris chose to kill Spike, Xavier had been obsessed with Buffy Summers and I agreed to kill this new slayer, Jada Silver, and when I saw her, I knew that I wasn't going to keep her dead.
Turning a vampire slayer into a vampire is against the unwritten demon code, but both Xavier and I planned to do it. The fight with Jada had been easy. She was strong, but clumsy, and I killed her inside of five minutes, mixing my blood with hers.
I'm not sure how Xavier is doing with Buffy Summers, but I now know that he's probably going to be in trouble if he is able to turn her, unless he cloaks her power with his magic's, because I have never been defeated in battle in my life, or at least in any way where I hadn't hurt my opponent as much as I was, such as Dracula, in sparring sessions. This was not the case with Jada. I admitted that I loved her already when she woke, and that I wanted exclusivity, but she didn't contain an ounce of the goodness or wholesomeness that a slayer might possess.
She did, however, become probably the strongest force on Earth, which is why I thought of Buffy Summers, who would be unstoppable with all of her experience as a vampire slayer and her ability to fight already and vampire powers on top of that.
I had created a monster, literally and then double that. Sure, I didn't want to fight her, but I tried to fight back when I realized that I needed to defend myself from broken bones and yet, I was no match for her. Her right hands were like clubs and I felt like my orbital bone was broken and my ribs were certainly broken from rapid-fire knees that she drove into my ribcage when handling me.
Now, she wanted to get sexual, as she knew that she was stronger then me, which was something that I had to adjust to. I couldn't stop her, which seemed obvious and was foreign to me, so if she wanted to have sex with me and then leave, as she hinted at earlier, then I probably wouldn't be able to stop her.
After damaging my ribs, she mounted me, from across the room, leaping on me, and while she straddled me, clothes on, the amazing lack of sex for me came full circle and at the same time, she took her clothes off and was a sight to behold, as I expected, nude. She leveled me with a couple of right hands, that made me forget how horny I was because I saw stars and felt like I was about to pass out, and she then ripped my shirt off, and made her way to my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down and letting the monster out. I started to pull focus again.
This was going to be amazing, but could I live with a being stronger then me with a propensity for showing that power? I wanted to, and realized that she might level off after a fresh kill. I guess that i was about to find out, pleasure mixed with pain...
[Jada]
That in itself, is saying something. I lost my Michaela to a vampire slayer nearly a half a century ago and since, I have remained celibate and faithful to her memory, in spite of advances from the female vampires in my legion and countless other females that were human, and despite of the derision, even if it was playful, from the male vampires of my legion and other legions.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I believe deeply in my codes and beliefs. Of course, it has been getting harder and more and more difficult to remain faithful. There is only so long that one can masturbate. In my mind, even after all of these years, is my beautiful Michaela, and thinking about her makes me want something to be actualized and real. So, when the First evil approached Boris, Xavier and myself, and we formed the strategy of attack in Atlanta, Boris chose to kill Spike, Xavier had been obsessed with Buffy Summers and I agreed to kill this new slayer, Jada Silver, and when I saw her, I knew that I wasn't going to keep her dead.
Turning a vampire slayer into a vampire is against the unwritten demon code, but both Xavier and I planned to do it. The fight with Jada had been easy. She was strong, but clumsy, and I killed her inside of five minutes, mixing my blood with hers.
I'm not sure how Xavier is doing with Buffy Summers, but I now know that he's probably going to be in trouble if he is able to turn her, unless he cloaks her power with his magic's, because I have never been defeated in battle in my life, or at least in any way where I hadn't hurt my opponent as much as I was, such as Dracula, in sparring sessions. This was not the case with Jada. I admitted that I loved her already when she woke, and that I wanted exclusivity, but she didn't contain an ounce of the goodness or wholesomeness that a slayer might possess.
She did, however, become probably the strongest force on Earth, which is why I thought of Buffy Summers, who would be unstoppable with all of her experience as a vampire slayer and her ability to fight already and vampire powers on top of that.
I had created a monster, literally and then double that. Sure, I didn't want to fight her, but I tried to fight back when I realized that I needed to defend myself from broken bones and yet, I was no match for her. Her right hands were like clubs and I felt like my orbital bone was broken and my ribs were certainly broken from rapid-fire knees that she drove into my ribcage when handling me.
Now, she wanted to get sexual, as she knew that she was stronger then me, which was something that I had to adjust to. I couldn't stop her, which seemed obvious and was foreign to me, so if she wanted to have sex with me and then leave, as she hinted at earlier, then I probably wouldn't be able to stop her.
After damaging my ribs, she mounted me, from across the room, leaping on me, and while she straddled me, clothes on, the amazing lack of sex for me came full circle and at the same time, she took her clothes off and was a sight to behold, as I expected, nude. She leveled me with a couple of right hands, that made me forget how horny I was because I saw stars and felt like I was about to pass out, and she then ripped my shirt off, and made her way to my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down and letting the monster out. I started to pull focus again.
This was going to be amazing, but could I live with a being stronger then me with a propensity for showing that power? I wanted to, and realized that she might level off after a fresh kill. I guess that i was about to find out, pleasure mixed with pain...
[Jada]