Night's Womb

Night's Womb chapter 1

by Appleseed

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Indiira had stalked the earth for 1000 years.
She bore witness to countless events that had shaped the world around her.
A world she inhabited but was never truly part of.
Hers was a lonely existance.
Most of the members of her race led quiet, solitary lives, for they knew the
potential consiquences of humans learning of their existence.
It didn't take many vampires,as humans had come to call them, being draged out
of their homes in the middle of the day into a murderous sun or being steaked
through the heart for them to get it through their heads that their presence was
not a welcome one.
They had given countless technological and societal advancments and all they
asked for in return was to be able to take enough blood to be able to sustain
them.
Hell, the humans wasted buckets of it fighting over money, who's god was more
righteous, and relatively worthless plots of land everyday so what difference
would giving those who had been so generous towards them the ocasional maiden or
squire make?

The humans didn't see eye to eye with their "undead" counterparts.
To them the vampires taking one life was as wretched as taking a thousand.
So they hunted them where ever they found them.
This caused most of them to lead a semi-nomadic life, moving from town to town
when ever the tension got a little too thick for comfort.
Some, like Indiira, had used their knowledge to become lords of sorts.
It was simple enough, never take more blood than you absolutely need and every fifty
years or so pretend to die a leave your estate to a long lost relative that just
"happened" to look just like you.
It was a pretty cushy existance if you could pull it off.
But a bit too boring perhaps...

Indiira toyed with the crusafix that rested in the cleavage of her ample boosum.
She had always found it amusing that the humans honestly thought that small crosses
were actually enough to incapacitate or even kill one of her kind.
Truth be told she not only loved crusafixes but had also been a christian most of her
life and prayed in the small church she had built on her estate on a nearly daily
basis.
Praying and fidgiting was all she could do to hold back the tedium.
Being a countess for all eternity sudenly didn't seem like as hot an idea as it did
centuries earlier.
What she longed for more than anything else was a companion to share the long years
with her.
"Can't be a human." she thought aloud as she pondered a solution to her problem.
"Even if I could find one that I could resist sucking I'd have to watch them grow
old and die."
"Or worse, he might try to 'stick' me!"
She carressed the spot on her massive left tit that covered her heart.
"I could just turn a human into a proper mate, but ones made that way usually wind
up being phsychos."

Her long and sharp, yet still dainty fangs shown clearly when she smiled as a result
of having a positively briliant idea.
"Oh, I could just kick myself for not thinking of this sooner!"
"I don't need a human forever, just long enough for me to get pregnant!"
She knew from the fact that her sister was half human that the two races were very
much capable of interbreeding with each other.
"I can't exactly find a suitable father wearing these old rags, I'd better go
change."

She rummaged through her extensive wardrobe, giddier than she had been since she first
tasted blood as a child.
After finding an outfit that practically guaranteed she'd wind up with a dick in her
that night she slinked down to the church.
As she passed it's only pue she knelt before the large cross, arms outstreched in
jubilation.
"Thank you lord for this seed I am about to recieve..."

to be continued...


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Will the countess find a father for her children?
What will he do if he finds out her secret?
When will the author quit jacking around and just put in a fucking sex scene?
check out future chapters for anwsers to these questions and more!

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