The Voyage of Galilea

They brought a mirror to the room in which I was able to look at myself whole. I hardly recognized me that much beautiful. The dress barely touched my skin, it was very delicate. I could see the contour of my breasts, and my nipples showing through the fabric, it was just exquisite…My outfit made me believe for a moment I was Princess Sherezade about to spend 1001 Arabian nights with my king!

My hair was let down in soft ringlets…My hair was now subtly highlighted red…My eyes were made up with kohl and my lips were dark red and smelled like fresh pomegranate. I was shaking a little bit. Aleera stood behind me and we moved away from the mirror. She dismissed all the servants and we stood alone by the window. The sun had gone…There were yellowish shadows in the sky, and the evening brought a soft breezy with the smell of exotic spices.

-“My dear Galilea…You look beyond beautiful tonight…I wish it was me who was waiting to spend a whole night with you…”

-“I am surprised you wouldn’t join us…”

She laughed. She came close to me and kissed my forehead and gently kissed my lips.

-“Oh, I shall be there, my precious…You won’t see me, though…I can feel that the master is beside himself with anticipation…..”

Aleera walked behind me and she cooped my breast in her hands, caressing them softly underneath my dress.

-“Galilea…Do not tell him, this would be your first time…Let him find out by himself…”

I tilted my head back. She leaned closer.

-“What if he hurts me….”

She smiled widely.

-“Oh, my precious! He won’t…I assure you…”

I had a question in my heart and I had to ask it. I found the moment appropriate.

-“Aleera…how come I am not a threat to you…How come you and the Count have not tried to destroy me…?”

-“It is a good question and it deserves an answer. Come sit with me…”

We walked outside the room into the garden. We sat on a bench overlooking the horizon. The night was silent. The first few stars had already appeared up above, as if they were ready for a feast.

-“Because we hunt to survive…we have been deemed as monsters….For the first time in all of my existence, I meet with another woman who would willingly come to us without wanting to destroy us or claim us as hunting treasures…You do not fear us. We, the master and I, respect that very much. We admire your sense of dignity, Galilea…Your courage…We are not monsters….We have more conscience than a lot of humans out there…But we must survive…If you come to us in peace, we shall not harm you. It’s simple. If you attack, we’ll fight you to death…”

-“And me…Aleera…How come you don’t mind that in a few more minutes, I shall walk down that hallway into the arms of your husband…?”

-“Who says I don’t mind it…?”

She smiled and softly touched my face. Her voice turned grave and deeply, deeply sad.

-“I am not going to fight you, Galilea…I am tired, I guess…I’ve spent centuries fighting with my sisters, trying to gain my place in my master’s life and his bed. Unlike my master, I have accepted the fact that we have been defeated and I have enough dignity not to live from past glory…I’ve seen our empire crumble…I have seen all my children die on my face…You, my darling, brought some life and color to my days…Now go…He is waiting for you now…Go….”

I leaned forward and our lips touched. Our hands touched lightly as I parted.

I walked towards the hallway and when I turned around, Aleera had disappeared.

I walked alone. The hallways seemed infinite. There were other rooms on the side with large windows, exquisitely carved in Arabian fashion. I blocked all the sounds. My heart was beating so fast it scared me for a moment. The hallway ended as I stood in front of a gate, which opened itself as I approached it. I walked in and there was a small garden filled with tiny oil lamps. They looked like fireflies…There was a fragrance lingering in the air…a soft musk…a masculine scent which got stronger as I entered the room where the Count waited for me.

I gently folded the train of my dress on my arm as I walked in. I was looking down, careful of every step. He stood by the window. At first he didn’t face me.

The doors of the room closed behind me, as did the gates when I entered the garden.

-“Good evening, Count….”

He slowly turned around. I had spent a whole afternoon being groomed and prepared for this moment…But nothing had me ready to see the Count the way he looked that night. He wore a long, black robe…The border of the collar and the border of the skirt was richly embroidered with gold. The robe had opening up front which went down half of his chest, revealing a most sultry mount of black hair. His hair was still pulled back, but loosely, and he had thick bangs framing his face. The room, too, was filled with tiny lamps, and the flickering of the flames made his eyes shine, adding multiple shades of blue to his gaze.

There is no level of beauty in any scale that would be enough to measure the way looked.

He was the embodiment of masculinity. He approached me gently and touched my chin with both his thumb and index fingers. I closed my eyes and my heart convulsed with pleasure.

He walked a couple of steps closer and I could feel his breath melting every pore of my skin. He looked at me intensely, as if he wanted to absorb me, consume me.

-“I am afraid to speak, child…For I am afraid any sound may spoil your beauty…”

He touched my neck gently. My hand met his. I took his hand and kissed it gently. He smiled.

-“Then…there shall be no sounds….”

He moved closer. Our noses touching lightly. His lips opened a bit, mine too. His hands touched my hair gently. He enjoyed the smell of hair…He wanted so badly to taste my lips, but he enjoyed the teasing, being the great hunter he was…His mouth would brush mine, too softly, subtly…With his eyes still open, he gently pressed his lips to my lower lip, tasting the fruit on my skin…enjoying the pleasure which emanated from my body…My hand buried itself gently on his hair…I leaned closer, ready for anything…

He kissed me. He kissed me with relish. My tongue was desperate for the touch of his, but he knew exactly when to tease it and when to punish it. An unforgettable interlude…

His lips attended to mine, but he soon moved to other parts of my face and my neck. He pulled me closer to him in an embrace that seemed almost desperate. I put my arms around him, looking at him looking at me shamelessly.

Both his hands ran down my back simultaneously as if it was bare. They went lower and pressed gently on my buttocks, before they went up again, as he kissed me again with pure fire.

We parted briefly and I looked at the bed. It was beautifully made with silk sheets and it was half covered by a thin net which shone to the light of the little lighters. He looked at me looking at the bed and he pulled me closer to him, softly whispering.

-“There is no hurry…”

He stood behind me, gently folding his arms about me, until his embrace was complete. My arms found his and I squeezed them gently but firmly. He buried his face of hair. He was breathing a bit more rapidly now, while I was completely losing my will…I closed my eyes, praying for the night to be long, if not eternal.

My lover then slid his fingers gently on the front of my robe, opening it a little further. His hands found my nipples rock hard and he massaged them at leisure, making me moan with so much intensity I knew I was close to the point of no return.

His tongue teased my earlobe…My hands just wanted to seek pleasure, and I found pleasure within myself. My fingers slid between my legs and I began stroking myself, softly…

-“That’s it, my darling…Give yourself pleasure…Yes…Yes….”

I let my body relax completely, closer and closer to my own climax, and so the Count stopped my hand right on time. He turned me around slowly, and very carefully, he pulled my dress down, starting with my shoulders. Soon my torso was completely naked.

I smiled coyly.

I put my lover’s hands gently on my breasts again. He pulled me closer to him…His hands then grabbed me by my waist…His body slowly moving lower, until he was almost kneeling in front me…His lips then found my nipples. He pressed them gently with his lips, teasing them softly with his teeth…Soon his tongue followed. He looked into my eyes as he did this, which added to my pleasure. His fingers would follow the trail of his tongue. His lips soon moved up and down my stomach, his teeth made tiny red marks all over my skin. I could feel their being getting filled with the strange scent of desire…

The Count was no ordinary man, and so his skills were, too, supernatural. Through the fabric of my dress, he found my sex, blatantly open for pleasure and unbearably wet. He pressed his lips gently towards it and I gasped, tilting my head back, drunk with wantonness. He moved my leg very gently and placed it on his shoulder. His hands were carefully holding me firmly so I would not lose my equilibrium. I felt his fingers go underneath my dress, feeling their way up to my thighs. They didn’t stay on my thighs for long. They swiftly moved up to find my most intimate lips, which he parted gently to give room to the tip of his tongue. My dress now was completely opened up front. He buried his tongue inside of me softly, yet mercilessly. He was now completely on his knees. My hands softly stroke his hair…Before I could climax, he stood up. His mouth was completely wet and I instinctively devoured his mouth, enjoying my own flavors in his tongue.

He undressed me completely then, tossing the dress to the side. He carried me in his arms to a different area of the room, a secluded corner, a bit darker than the rest. He completely ignored the bed.

There was a great chair on a corner. The Count sat on the chair. With one hand, he was able to suspend me in the air until he found a comfortable position. He then pulled me down softly, until I was on my knees in front of him. I knew what he wanted…

So it was now my turn to give him pleasure and I was damn happy to oblige. I opened his robe very gently to reveal his virility, which was as beautiful as the rest of his body. Never my eyes had seen a naked man before, and I felt blessed to have seen the Count’s gorgeous body. He quickly removed his robe. I detained myself just to look at him. He smiled as I gently stroke the hair of his chest. He was slim, yet his body was toned, without an inch of fat. I was drooling with anticipation as I looked down his erection. I whirlwind of questions assaulted me, and yet, I decided that the man giving himself to me was just simply a man…not a vampire…a man, yes…my man.

My lips gently approached his sex, teasing him softly…My mouth opened just enough to welcome the tip inside which delighted him…His softly touched my hair and let me do what I wished with him….My hands touched him softly…I let my instincts guide and soon I was expertly arousing him beyond his control.

-“Stop, my darling….Come…Come here….”

He helped me up and I stood in front of him. He looked at me with contentment. He leaned forward and let his head rest between my breasts with a tenderness I hardly recognized as his. He then, made me climb on top of him…My legs gently went to each side of his body. His fingers slid lightly across my back. One hand came between my legs, gently unfolding me, as I slowly let my body be entered by his own. His fingers caressed my sex softly. Yes, I screamed a bit. The pain was obvious, but he then gently soothed as he, once again, licked my nipples.

He moved my hips very, very softly…Only enough to have me comfortably inside of him. Our bodies touched. His hands wrapped me up in an unforgettable embrace, and in no time at all we were both riding our way to hell!

He let me come with all the strength of my entire being. I screamed in complete rapture, completely welcoming my own insanity and waving goodbye to my life as I knew it.