Dark Desires
Dark Desires
By FJ Emerson
3/12/07
Standard Italicized Opening: WARNING! This story is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 or not of legal age to read smut in whatever little slice of reality they live in. This story contains vampires (therefore blood) and sex (therefore...you know what), so if you don't want to be exposed to such debauchery, then move on.
Scotland, 1896
The journey from the small town of Edinburgh to Cronqvist Castle was a long and lonely one. As Jennifer Dante's carriage lumbered along the path towards the famous estate, she looked out the windows to watch the Scottish landscape roll by. It was a far cry from the seaside town she lived in, but the vixen found it more than engaging; it was easily the most pure example of beauty she had ever seen. Rolling hills and a seemingly endless horizon sparked visions of epic quests and adventures from ages ago.
Jennifer had made the journey from her home town to Edinburgh at the request of Lord Cronqvist himself. The famed noble, a legendary scholar and historian, had invited her to his castle to join his private society, the secret Congregatio of Eternus Scientia. Once she arrived in Edinburgh, she had been instructed to wait there for Cronqvist to summon her, and after a day in town the very carriage she sat in now had arrived. She'd packed back up quickly and eagerly boarded her ride, and now she was almost at her final stop.
The carriage driver, a rather plain fennec, was polite, but brief. He had told her that the ride would take about an hour when she'd inquired about it, but that was it. He simply took the reigns and set off on the road.
Eventually they arrived in the courtyard of the castle. It was a sprawling, ancient building that served as a grand display of architecture and ingenuity. Jennifer was not a student of architecture, but she'd heard many things about the brilliant design of the castle, from it's multi-level library to it's ballroom. She hoped that she would be given a grand tour once business had been settled.
The vixen stepped out of the carriage while the driver gathered her bags for her. Jennifer smoothed down the long skirt of her dress and she adjusted her blouse, making sure she looked just right. She'd taken care to match her dress with her brilliant red fur and her typical vulpine markings, and she felt she was ready to truly make an impression on the members of the illustrious Congregatio.
"This way, miss," the driver said, nodding to the stairs that led up to the castle's large front doors. The vixen smiled and followed along behind the fennec. At the top of the stairs he put her bags down and opened the door, stepping aside to let her enter.
Jennifer couldn't help but stare when she entered the castle. The foyer was magnificent, a grand example of elegance and luxury that she had never seen before. A fireplace sat on the wall directly opposite the doors; on either side of the room sat a staircase, each one sweeping in a curve up to a second story landing and hallway. There were a set of expensive-looking chairs before the fireplace and there was a table of liquors near the seats, making the large room look like the perfect waiting area.
"Right up them stairs, ma'am," the driver said, pointing to the second floor landing. "Go on right up, down the hall, an' they'll see you in the first door on your left. I'll get your bags to your room, if it's good with you."
Jennifer was a bit surprised. "Shouldn't I wait here?"
"Oh, no," the driver said, picking Jennifer's bags back up after he'd closed and secured the doors. "They're already waitin' on you, ma'am. That's how they do things."
Jennifer nodded, and gracefully slipped up the stairs. The castle smelled of many good things, from apples to cinnamon to fine wine, and the scents grew stronger as she made her way down the hall. She spotted the door she'd been directed too, and after taking a deep breath the vixen gently opened it.
Beyond the door was what appeared to be a lounge of sorts. Like the foyer there was a crackling fire and seating, as well as a liquor cabinet. Here, though, there was much more space. Tall windows adorned the walls, reaching from floor to ceiling, though they were covered by lush burgundy curtains. There was a sparkling ebony piano in one corner, and a harp in the other.
More importantly, however, was the gathering of individuals there. At the piano was a smiling wolfess, and conversing near the liquor cabinet was a trio consisting of a rabbit, a squirrel, and a collie.
Straight ahead was a amazingly handsome tiger, whose very stature seemed to demand admiration. He smiled brightly at Jennifer as she poked her head in, and there was no doubt that this was Lord Cronqvist.
"Ah, Miss Dante," he said, the words rolling off his lips. "I am so very glad to see that you have arrived. Please, come in and join us. Let me introduce you to my friends, my family."
"Thank you, my Lord," Jennifer said, blushing slightly under her fur. She stepped in and closed the door, and then shyly approached Cronqvist. Normally she was not so reserved, but something about the room, the guests, made her feel terribly out of place. Cronqvist apparently sensed her discomfort.
"Do not be shy, my dear. We are all friendly here, no?" The other guests laughed politely and nodded. "Now, let me see. Where to start?"
Cronqvist motioned first to the rabbit near the liquor cabinet. "Marcus Dell, the poet. I'm sure you've read some of his work, as he's just about the finest pen in the field."
Marcus bowed politely as Cronqvist went on. "This lovely young collie lass is Sophie Lecarde, the famous French vocalist. If you have not heard her sing the part of Marguerite in Faust, well...you simply have not experienced Faust.
"Next, we have Bernadette Schmidt," Cronqvist nodded to the squirrel femme, who smiled wryly at Jennifer. "You may know her as the artist behind many magnificent works such as Desire at Sunrise."
Jennifer nodded. "Oh, yes. I had the opportunity to see your paintings not very long ago."
"Oh? Your thoughts?" Bernadette curled her bushy tail around her waist as she stared intently at Jennifer.
"Quite impressive," Jennifer said politely, not voicing her unease with the more...sensual nature of the squirrel's works.
"Wonderful," Cronqvist said, continuing with the introductions. "Last, but not least, we have Lucy Brians. I do not think you shall find a more accomplished musical genius walking the earth today. We have yet to find an instrument that she has not mastered."
Cronqvist smiled and held his paw out to Jennifer. "And here, my friends, we have Miss Jennifer Dante, the acclaimed writer of prose. I have read all of her works, and they are masterpieces. Thus, I have offered her enrollment in our little club, and she has graciously accepted."
"I've read much of your work, my dear," Lucy said, smiling over the piano. "You'll be quite welcome here, I'm sure. The more the merrier."
"Indeed," Marcus said with a smirk. "Lord Cronqvist has an eye for tasteful artists."
Cronqvist gave Marcus a sharp, but amused, smile and then turned back to Jennifer. "So you are ready then, no? Shall we make you the newest member of the Congregatio of Eternus Scientia?"
Jennifer nodded, feeling her excitement brimming over. She had enjoyed a degree of fame and popularity with her writings, but to be part of this was something special. Some of the greatest creative minds, from all mediums, were here. To be included amongst them as a representative of writers was more than an honor. It was a dream.
"Of course, Lord Cronqvist. I cannot wait." She took his outstretched paw and smiled from ear to ear.
Cronqvist smiled back just as wide. "Most excellent. Friends, prepare our lovely young lady's incitation."
Immediately, all of the members of the Congregatio began to re-arrange the room. They moved chairs and tables aside, clearing out the center. Then Marcus and Lucy picked up opposite ends of a larger table that had been tucked away against a wall. The table had a large sheet covering it, and once they got it to the center of the room they placed it down and swept the sheet off.
The table was carved from a fine wood, most likely red oak. It was a breathtaking example of craftsmanship, with intricate scrollwork up the legs and small details carved throughout the surface.
There on the top, though, was a symbol of great evil. The pentagram was clear as day and it seemed to hum with malevolence that sharply contrasted to elegant settings of the lounge. Immediately, Jennifer felt frightened and confused. She could not understand what this horrible table had to do with her incitation.
"I...don't understand, Lord...AH!"
Jennifer never noticed Sophie slipping behind her. She felt paws on her hips, but she had no time to even turn around. A rough paw grabbed her hair and yanked her head to the side, and then there was sharp pain at her throat. Something pricked her flesh and sunk into her neck, and then there was warmth. The vixen barely struggled as strong paws held her and the sensations at her neck overwhelmed her. She gave a feeble squeeze to Cronqvist's paw, and then the vixen went limp in Sophie's arms.
"Do not be greedy," Cronqvist said, wagging a finger at the collie. "That is enough. Friends, please prepare the vixen for her incitation.
The other creatures smiled and obeyed. Cronqvist watched as his family carried the unconscious vixen to the table and laid her atop it. They took their time with her, slowly undressing the girl. Her clothes were gleefully removed, and small gasps of delight were heard as the vixen's body was bared.
"Such nice breasts..."
"Oh, she's got slender legs..."
"Mmm...and a good, firm neck..."
"Fluffy mound, too..."
Eventually, Cronqvist stood and approached the table. The other kindred stepped away, letting their lord view their work. Jennifer was nude, and tied spread-eagle to the table. The tiger lovingly traced a finger down her body, from her chin to her belly; he felt the slow motion of her chest rising and falling with her breathing, the firm young body under her fur, and the beating of her heart. Yes, her heart...something that would soon be his.
"Excellent," Cronqvist said, as he started to undress himself. "Let us begin."
The other four eagerly complied. Just as the tiger was stripping himself to the nude, so did the collie, rabbit, wolf, and squirrel. They undressed, revealing themselves to one another, all remembering well the first time they'd experienced this.
Lucy had been the first, seduced and turned by Cronqvist himself. She in turn had seduced Marcus, who had then seduced Bernadette, and then they had all brought Sophie to the tiger.
Now, the young vixen was to join them. Cronqvist nodded to his servants, and they nodded back.
Marcus stepped around by the vixen's left arm. He stroked it carefully, and then focused in on her wrist. The rabbit opened his mouth wide, showing off two long, sharp incisors that seemed to frame an unusually small set of buck teeth. He sank his fangs down into her wrist and drank, groaning around her flesh as her blood nourished him. The vixen moaned slightly and began to stir.
Cronqvist then slid up onto the table, between the vixen's spread and bound legs. He looked at her face, and spoke. "Wake, little fox."
Slowly, Jennifer began to come to. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned, turning her face upwards. She tried to move but found that she was unable to, and this woke her more. She started to whimper, becoming more aware of her predicament. To her horror, she was not only captured and tied down, but she was naked and surrounded by other nudge figures and...there was pain. She looked at her wrist and nearly shrieked, seeing Marcus feeding at her, his eyes now glowing a dark red.
"Look here, girl," Cronqvist bellowed. Jennifer startled and looked at the tiger, her eyes catching his. Something seemed to stick, and she couldn't look away. All she could see was Cronqvist. Naked, powerful, glorious; he towered above her, the most beautiful male she had ever seen. The poor vixen had been with a male before - once - but he was nothing like this. The tiger's body was lean and sculpted, and to her utter embarrassment she found that his sheath and balls were like something out of a lewd fantasy. She could imagine them pleasing even the most demanding female.
"You are about to enter beyond the veil of mortality, my love," he growled. As he spoke, Sophie came up beside him and gently began to fondle his heavy balls and stroke his fat sheath. Jennifer could feel herself growing hot under her fur, and disgusted as she was she could not tear her eyes from the lewd display in front of her. The tiger's cock began to harden as the collie played with him, slipping from his sheath and growing thicker and firmer by the moment.
A sudden pain at her side made the vixen gasp. She couldn't turn her head away from the tiger, but she knew that one of the other girls was now suckling at her other wrist. Lust started to overtake her, and her head felt dizzy. The vixen found herself wondering which girl was feeding from her body. Was it the beautiful Lucy? Was it the seductive Bernadette?
Cronqvist patted Sophie's head once she had him throbbing hard. The tiger smiled down at the vixen, and then he leaned forward, planting a big paw on either side of her head. Jennifer began to tremble, fearing what was sure to come next and yet wanting it oh-so-badly. She felt Sophie reach between her body and the tiger's, and then those soft paws were felt at her sex. The vixen moaned out hotly as the collie used her fingers to spread Jennifer's damp pussy open, while her other paw gripped Cronqvist's hard cock. Sophie smiled warmly as she led the tiger's erection into the vixen's folds, watching his head slip into her pussy.
Jennifer let out another gasp of pleasure as the tiger started to enter her. He was bigger, thicker, harder than anything she had ever felt. As he pushed in, he split her pussy apart and filled it to it's limits, stretching her around himself. His shaft ground against her throbbing clit as he entered, and all the while he gazed into her eyes. Though she still trembled, she was not afraid. Now, all she felt was desire and lust.
"Feed," Cronqvist growled, and then the tiger began to fuck Jennifer hard. The vixen screamed in pleasure, and pain, as the tiger pounded her, ramming his cock in and out of her tight snatch as deeply as he could. It wasn't long before his heavy balls could be heard slapping wetly against her cunt.
There was more sensation to be had, though. With Cronqvist's command, the vixen began a living feeding trough. The sharp pain of fangs breaking skin penetrated Jennifer's body, and she screamed again. Someone had their fangs in her thigh, and another set was latched right over her nipple, suckling around her breast.
Then, the tiger's eyes glazed over with a deep shade of red. He opened his mouth and there was a brief flash of fangs - not feline, but nosteratu - and he clamped onto Jennifer's neck. Her body jerked under his and her eyes rolled back. The blood seeped out of her body and into the creatures that had captured her. As her life bled away, she felt the hard, primal thrusting of the tiger atop her, fucking her body for all he was worth. With a small twitch and a pitiful whimper, the vixen climaxed, her body squeezing around his hard cock as she plunged into orgasm.
The five creatures sucked and fed from the vixen with glee. Sophie and Lucy looked across the vixen's thrashing body at one another, knowing that their prey was dying, and cumming all at once. Marcus closed his eyes, savoring the meal in a daze all his own, while Bernadette ran her fingers up and down the vixen thigh she was feeding at in an almost soothing manner.
Cronqvist sank his fangs a little deeper into the vixen's throat, and then growled. Suddenly he threw his head back, letting his fangs slip free of the puncture wounds, and he roared triumphantly. The other vampires quickly unlatched their own fangs and then scrambled back, making sure to leave the last bit of blood in the vixen.
The tiger gave Jennifer's pussy a few more deep strokes with his dick, and then he pulled himself out of her. His thick cock bobbed in the air, flicking precum about, and he looked pointedly at Lucy.
"The deed is yours tonight," he panted. The wolfess smiled wickedly and nodded. She slip up to the tiger, and she adoringly cradled his erection in her paws. Then she began to lick over the length, moaning softly as she tasted hot vixen juices, mixed with that tiger musk she knew so well. Her paws gently squeezed and stroked her prize, her master's hard cock, as she worshiped it, rubbing the head against her cheek as she caressed it.
Cronqvist groaned deeply and shuddered as the wolfess tended to his dick. He watched the nearly-expired vixen twitch before him, and he savored it. Just then, he felt his cock start to spurt, and he roared again in pleasure. The tiger came hard and Lucy groaned in delight, watching his big cock spit cum out in long, sticky ropes. It splattered all over Jennifer's naked body, clinging to her soft, young fur.
Lucy kissed the tiger's cock once after it stopped spurting, and then she left the panting male there on the table. She knew her role, and she did it well. The wolfess padded around to Jennifer's head, and she held a wrist over the vixen's lips. Lucy extended a single claw on her opposite paw, and she carefully pricked her wrist. Blood began to seep out, and the wolfess pressed it to the vixen's lips.
At first, Jennifer did nothing. In moment though her lips started to move. She was soon sucking at Lucy's wrist, and the wolfess moaned in pleasure as the vixen fed on her. Once she was sure that the girl had enough, Lucy pulled her wrist away and stood back.
Everyone watched Jennifer. For a long minute, the vixen lay still. Her supple round breasts stopped rising and falling. Her body went limp. Her death was quiet and peaceful. Then, quite suddenly, her entire frame jerked and thrashed, tugging at her restraints, arching and twisting violently.
Cronqvist smiled, watching the vixen become reborn. When she finally went still, the tiger nodded to his family. He slipped off the table as they untied the vixen, helping her up and to her feet to face the tiger. When they let her go, Jennifer fell to her knees, moaning. Blood trickled from her lips, but her wounds had now healed. They knew that now she was one of them.
"Will you serve us, little fox?" Cronqvist petted Jennifer's ears softly.
The vixen nodded, no longer concerned for her state of undress, or the many nude forms around her. She weakly nuzzled against the tiger's balls, leaning in against his leg.
"Welcome to my family, my love," he rumbled, and then nodded to the others. They picked the vixen up and led her out of the room, fondling her body hungrily as she in turn returned the affection.
The tiger watched them leave with a smile. He felt the vixen would be a most welcome addition to his house.
* * *
A few hours later, Cronqvist sat in the lounge, dressed once again. Everyone else, save Jennifer, had returned and resumed their usual nightly routine. Marcus and Bernadette discussed the disreputable state of London, while Lucy played the piano and Sophie sang lightly nearby.
The sound of an opening door, drew everyone's attention. Lucy smiled but kept playing, watching Jennifer enter the room. The vixen was dressed again, but in deep reds and dark blacks. Her eyes had a slight red glaze over them, and she walked with a newfound grace.
Cronqvist smiled at the vixen and summoned her to him. She slid silently to the tiger and knelt at his feet, leaning in against his chair.
"Such a pretty girl," he said, stroking the vixen's hair and ears. "You will be well-loved here, my dear."
"Thank you, m'lord," Jennifer cooed, her voice slightly weak but full of thanks and appreciation.
The others all smiled and resumed their activities. In the time to come, they knew that the vixen would truly come to accept and love her new life, and her new family. They, in turn, would accept and love her, and they would all enjoy the pleasures of each other's bodies.
In the coming years, some would question the odd change in Jennifer Dante's writing style and subject matter, but none denied that it was still genius. No one questioned the members of the Congregatio of Eternus Scientia.
They were, after all, amazingly talented individuals.
~ END ~
Story © 2007 FJ Emerson
All characters © 2007 FJ Emerson
Mankind ill needs a savior such as you!
AUTHOR's NOTE: This was a total, spur-of-the moment experiment. I had two goals:
1) Write an erotic vampire piece that was gothic, but not GOTH.
2) Write it in one day, one edit, and call it quits.
Basically it's stream-of-consciousness. I had no plan, just a theme. I shot totally from the hip, if you will.
So, enjoy this for what it is: Simple smut.