Vampire: Stories of days past 3 by Lynch.Stevens

Jake sat silent for a moment, trying to get his head around what he just heard. “So let me get this straight. You are over two millennia old. And lost your eye in a fight with your brother… over a slave?” Marius shrugged “Well, that’s the basic of it. More or less.” Shaking his head Jake tried to figure out if his host was lying or just plainly insane. “And I thought I was the only one who bumped his head.” He shifted his weight to the left and felt a pain shoot through his side. “It appears you might have broken a rib as well, want me to take a look?” Jake took a few shallow breaths, pushing the pain away before he nodded. “Well if you want me, you should apologies first.” Marius sat with his arms crossed next to the bed, a slight grin on his lips. “You want me to… what?” Jake’s words where followed by a grunt. “I. Want you. To say you’re sorry for doubting my story.” The young man pulled a face as if he felt insulted. “Dude, for real. I’m in serious pain over here!” Marius shortly chuckled “And I can maybe ease it. I also can just go out and get a quick bite to eat.” Catching his last words he let out a short chuckle again “Your choice.” Jake felt another flash of pain shooting through is side, this time without him putting weight on it. “Sure, whatever you want! Just as long you can make this go away.” Marius still sat with his arms crossed, not moving a muscle. “So?” Jake gave a deep sigh “I’m sorry for doubting you.” A smile made it’s over Marius’s lips “That wasn’t so hard to do, was it?” He moved over to Jake and pulled his shirt up, exposing a big bruise. Jake felt the cold fingers explore the spot, softly increasing pressure here and there. Although the pain caused by the examination, he felt a strange enjoyment out of it. Having Marius up close touching his skin, a sigh escaped him before he could suppress it. “Between pain and pleasure is a thin line, I know.” Marius’s lips where curled in an enthralling smile.“MARIUS!! Where are you?” The lady stood waiting in the middle of the room, the back of her elaborate dress still unbuttoned. Chandeliers lightened parts of the dark room, casting distorted shades on floor and walls. “MARIUS!! God damned cyclops, we don’t have all night.” Her face and neck where powdered with chalk, a charcoal fake mole decorating her right cheek. “MARIUS!!!” Her voice echoed throughout the mansion, shortly blocking out the violin music from the ballroom. From down the hall quick steps got louder as they sped close. “Sorry my lady, His Grace had me do some last preparations.” A stern look betrayed the annoyed mood Lady Verona was in “If you are making up excuses, leave my husband out of it…” With a short angry snort she unfolded her fan “… be grateful we haven’t thrown your sorry behind out yet. Telling lies about your superiors. Wouldn’t surprise me if you stole from us as well.” Fiercely fanning her face she turned around “Well??? What are you waiting for? This dress isn’t buttoning itself” Marius hastily stepped closer and started to push and pull the fabric around lumps of flesh and skin. With every inch he buttend up her bosom seemed to be increase, restraining any excess in the right spot. After a few moments Marius stepped back, looking at his Mistress. “Well? How do I look?” Her mood had turned like a leaf on a tree. “You look radiant like always.” Lady Verona gave a slight smile at the youth “At least these little lies a lady can’t mind” Elegantly she made her way out of the room “Let’s not keep my husband waiting, shall we?”

The big door opened as music and the chatter of people poured out. Marius quickly stepped aside, letting his mistress and her husband pass. The post tapped his staff a few times then loudly announced their presence “HIS HIGHNESS, PRINCE DORIAN OF VERONA, ACCOMPANYED BY HIS WIVE, LADY ELISABETH VERONA” All chatter silenced as the string quartet replaced their light music with the royal anthem. Holding hands in an elegant way, lord and lady Verona descended onto the polished floor, nodding politely at their bowing guests. Glimpsing quickly inside Marius saw a few new faces, but most he recognized from earlier parties. All were dressed in a Victorian style, but him being the only one actually having lived thought the era shake his head at the farce displayed. He silently closed the door, and then made haste to the kitchen. A kitchen boy was struggling finding room for a goose in the overflowing oven, was stirring in a large pot. “DON’T YOU DARE RUINING PHEASENT?” A giant of a man came out of the corner close to Marius, pointing a dripping ladle at the boy manhandling the bird. “But sir, it’s a goose…“ the boy tenderly spoke his words “… I chopped of its head this morning. And there is no room for…” The cook slapped him sternly with the ladle, leaving a red splurge behind. “If I say its pheasant, it’s a bloody Pheasant. God knows that bunch of asses out there can’t tell them apart.” Turning his gaze at the oven, he had to bend at the waist to have a good view. With a bare hand he pushed some of the pastries aside, then in one motion grasping the limp bird from the lad’s hold and cramming it in. “See? Room to spare, now get your but over there and start chopping those vegetables.” With a loud sigh Bertrand sat down on a chair “I’m getting to old for this crap” he picked up a bottle of wine from the counter and took a big swig. “… each season we lose more and more of our staff. Ran away my ass, we all know what happens…” He eyed Marius for a moment, then offered him the bottle “And now I’m stuck with these two daft boys, almost so incompetent I’m afraid they will chop off their own hands.” Marius petted the man on his shoulder, while taking the bottle and putting it back on the counter. “It’s too early for wine, also I don’t think his Grace likes you drinking his fine stock” Bertrand spit on the ground “Fine stock? This goat’s piss barely counts as wine.” With a grunt the giant came on his feet, eying both lads who silently did their chores. Another grunt was given as Bertrand walked over to the stove “God be damned if his Graze thinks I’m going to wait till my number is up.” With those words he started frying little morsels of meat in a thick greasy paste.

Lady Verona looked upon the scene in front of her. Across the ballroom people where in groups varying from two to five, crawling over one and other. To her left she saw a woman kneading her breasts, as a man was pounding his flesh between her spread legs. At her right she could see an older woman with a young man’s face buried under her dress. Another was standing at her shoulder, feeding her his pole. Lady Verona’s attention was caught by a deep moan next to her. Lord Verona sat on his throne; a young girl was straddled on his lap. A mix of both his and her breathing was heard, while he kept thrusting himself into her tight spot. “Are you enjoying yourself husband?” The hormone filled tone in her voice went not unnoticed. The girl extended her hand to caress lady Verona’s bare breast, touching the warm skin with her soft fingers. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as the girl pinched her hard nipple. Her hand found her own moist crotch, slightly brushing the hot lips feeling her way up to the big knob hidden on top. The girl eagerly bend over, placing her lips on the woman’s chest. The force with Lord Verona kept pounding, roughly trusted her face deeper into the bosoms. Muffled sounds of pleasure rose up from between the soft hills, increasing her lust for the next release. Without warning Lord Verona gave a few heavy grunts, he felt the cream shooting from his bulbous deep in to the girl. Thick fluids slowly made their way out of her opening, dripping down the pulsating shaft in her. Regaining the rhythm of his breath, he looked over to his wife. The girl still was sucking on her breasts, giving a soft bite on the nipples every time she switched sides. Moans indicating she was close to orgasm where released from her mouth, as she kept sliding three fingers into her lovecave. With the thumb and indexfinger of her other hand she manipulated the little purple knob sticking out. Mild groans escaped her throat as a warm feeling flowed from her middle throughout her body. As she felt the girl releasing the suctioning grasp she had on her breasts she sighed deeply, trying to remember the count of how many orgasms she had.

Marius opened the doors leading from the ballroom into the dining hall. The tables filled with all sorts of foods, fruits and other delights, briefly reminded him of his youth. Bertrand made his last check of the dishes and servents behind them. Shaking his head, he pulled at the shirt of one of them. “Can’t even trusted to bloody dress themselves.” Then he slowly walked to his place behind the buffet besides Marius. With a sigh he looked at the post, giving the signal and an announcement was made “DINNER IS SERVED!” Within a few moments both Lord and Lady Verona appeared in the door, both in a lesser state of clothing then they came in. “Discussing fobs” The words were muttered just under Bertrand’s breath, but Marius caught them over the sounds coming out of the ballroom. As they came closer, one of the servants noticed the lord exposing bits which are left best at the imagination. He gave polite cough and motioned with his eye downwards. Lord Verona followed the direction and gave a chuckle “Oww dear me. Sweetheart could you help me for a moment.” His wife answered with a brown raised in question “Well a prince can be seen exposed at dinner, as he will not be seen grasping himself.” Annoyed at the situation Lady Verona quickly reached at her husband’s package, pushing it back past his fly. “Pleased now?” A wicket grin came on Lord Verona’s lips “Not as pleased as when you took it out.” Marius heard a disapproving sigh coming from Bertrand. Slowly more and more guests followed their hosts to the buffet, some in better dressed state then others. Bertrand gave stronger sighs and coughs as the people exposed more of themselves. Finally when a totally naked couple turned up, his posture failed him “I need to get some more pheasant from the kitchen” As he turned away from the table one of the boys motioned under the cloth covering it “But sir, there still is some goose right over…” Bertrand turned towards him with a warning look in his eyes. “I’m not interested in that pheasant, I’m going to get a fresh one.” Marius could hear him hiss under his breath as he passed “Bloody… incompetent… both of them… bloody fobs and their bloody orgies… discussing… all of you.”