Castle of the Vampiress

An excerpt from Castle of the Vampiress

He backed away slowly, wary of the woman. The Marchessa smiled, teeth flashing in the flickering lamplight; her fangs had receded, Mannhold saw.

"I need you, young man," she growled. "I must have a man tonight." She let the sleeve of her dress slip off her should and reveal her Italian skin. The young man sputtered and stared. Mannhold watched them both intently thru the crack in the heavy door.

"Yes," the fellow panted. "Yes, madam." And he came to her and kissed her on the neck and the cheek, pushed the dress off her body, and let it fall to the floor. She was nude, utterly nude, a slender reed. The came together hotly, kissing and fondling. She pulled off his peasant clothes easily, all the while keeping him in her mesmerizing gaze.

He laid her back upon the table and revealed his hardened member. She smiled, teeth flashing again—revealing now her wicked fangs.

"Yes, darling," she moaned. "Oh, penetrate me!"

Mannhold stared in disbelief thru the crack as the young townsman speared the lovely Marchessa again and again. She threw back her head and groaned like the devil for the sinful fucking she was taking.

Then, in a moment of pure wicked delight, the Marchessa looked over at Mannhold, seemingly spying him thru the slender crack and knowing that he watched her. She flashed her pearly fangs and stroked her moist slit lustfully as she looked. Mannhold was transfixed.