Deadly Passions

My name is Armand Devereux and I’m dead. Or at least I would have been if I hadn't been transformed into a vampire. Yes I’m a real life vampire; one of those blood lusting creatures of the night hungry for the blood of living breathing humans. Before you go ahead and dismiss what I’m about to relay to you as pure fiction just remember I did try to tell you the truth. The whole truth.... When I was a youth people described me as arrogant and self absorbed. I’d like to think that almost three hundred years of life as changed that perception. But if must admit people would describe me as a very attractive. Standing at 6’1” and weighing 190 pounds. My body largely made of muscles there is a lot to look at on my person My hair is a light blonde color falling down to my shoulders. My eyes are a blue hue that is unmatched on this earth. Many a man and a woman have become lost in my eyes. Between my eyes I had a narrow aristocratic nose that I spent the first part of my life holding my nose up at people. My lips are a pink coloration flushed with life even after all these years of death.

With my physical features I could have been a male model. What fashion house would turn down the chance to have a tall blonde hunk walk their runway for centuries and never have to worry about him getting older or losing his looks? Truthfully no one would turn up that chance.

If we’re being truthful I feel like I should start from the very beginning. I won't bore you on three hundred years worth of details but I will tell you the basics. Most importantly my full name is actually Armand Philippe Louis d’Évreux de Bourrouillan. I was born two hundred fifty years ago in London, England when my father and mother  the duc and duchess de Bourrouillan were visiting some relations in the city. As you might have guessed judging by my very long and distinguished sounding name, my family is actually of French origin.  When I was a little boy, a mere ten years old my father moved us from France to England. It was for reasons I can’t quite recall; when I was older I asked my father about his reasons for leaving France but he was less then forthright.

My family were not your usual French émigré, for you see whereas they fled France with nothing but the clothes on their backs. My family was incredibly wealthy. I can still remember all our possessions being loaded onto this massive ship docked in Calais. I remember the servants carrying trunks full of jewels, diamonds, gold, and silver.  That wasn't all that we left with; by the time we had left France my father had stripped our castle in the Loire valley bare. We took everything that could be carried and transported to Calais; including large paintings depicting long dead ancestors, pieces of furniture, lavish artwork, clothes, sculptures, and more. All it would probably be with a fortune in the present day. But in the words of my mother they were just simply family heirlooms. Many months before we left for England my father had made the wise decision to transfer all of his monetary holdings and accounts that were in France to England and Switzerland. Even after nearly three-hundred years of life I have barely made a dent in my family’s nearly inexhaustible wealth.

Long story short my father, mother, and I traveled to England and we lived happily ever after.......or we would have lived happily ever after it hadn't been for this wicked and conniving woman named Dominique Marchand. She originally joined my family’s household as a lady in waiting to my mother the duchess de Bourrouillan; none of us had any idea she had designs on me. She tried to seduce me on numerous occassions; and on my part I tried to repel her advances. But she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Dominique was a very beautiful woman with long ash blonde hair. With large blue eyes the color of the palest sea. With sensually red lips. She had a ample bosom and a firm backside as well but none of those impressed me. To be honest what catches my fancy is masculinity, strong arms, firm asses, thick pecs, and hard abs......I don't think I need go on for you to get the picture of what I’m trying to paint for you. Dominique tried to make me love her, she even used her exceptional talents on my cock. I must admit I did not turn down her offer. Even in the 1780s a man does not turn down fellatio.

In any case I did fall in love with someone; but it wasn’t Dominique that I fell in love with. Instead my eyes fell upon a handsome young strapping stable boy named Henri that was around my age. His skin was darkened from working in the hot sun for many hours. He was absolutely exquisite. The absolute perfect specimen of a man. I’ll attempt to describe him for you as I remember him. He had long dark brown curls that fell down his muscled back. Dark brown eyes matching his hair. Between his eyes a thin noble looking nose. With sweet full lips that were always moist and inviting. So juicy. So kissable......So delicious.  Dark stubble framing his chin and tickled my chin when we embraced.

Those were his facial features as I remember them. In regards to his physicality and bodily proportions Henri was near perfection. I like to think of myself as being a large and muscular man but my muscles paled in comparison to Henri’s. He might have been shorter then me at 5’7” but he more then made up for his short stature in muscles. He had thick heavy pecs that bounced and twitched as moved. Beneath them he had six ridges that formed his hard abs. His muscles often bulging out of the sleeves of his thin shirts. 

Running  down his navel was a trail of dark brown hair that got thicker the closer you got to his crotch. The forest of black hair thickened around the base of his cock framing it ever so nicely. Between those meaty legs of his was a ample sized member. For you see the Henri, the family stable-boy was very well endowed. Many a night I spend down on my knees sucking on his firm cock. Judging by my appearance and mannerisms you would have never guessed a peasant’s prick had passed between my aristocratic lips.

Growing up I had many opportunities to see Henri in the nude. Around my age we were raised together; we did everything together. We played together, ate together, slept together and so forth. My food was his food. My clothes were his clothes, and my bed was his bed. In the 1700s it was unthinkable for a common servant to eat from his master’s plate let alone share his bed which is why I did all of these things in secret. 

Once my nurse had bid me goodnight at the end of each day I would pressure Henri to leave the pallet he slept located at the foot of my bed. At first he resisted my invitations into my bed; telling me “monsieur it is not right.”. The older I got many more people kept telling me how not right it was for a man of my social standing to be so attached to such a lowborn person. My parents both of them aristocrats of the highest degree believed that icy infatuation with Henri was phase that would pass. They were sadly mistaken because by the time we reached manhood we were in love.

Despite his lowly status Henri and I were inseparable we were closer then to two men had ever been to one another. We were the truest of friends., so by the time we reached manhood we had become lovers as well. First it stated out simply with kisses on the cheek, then on the lips, on the neck on the ears......until finally we moved lower to kiss other appendages. 

We would perform fellatio on on another for hours when the entire household was asleep in their beds. Those nice full lips of Henri’s came in handy when he was bent over slurping hard on my throbbing dick. When his cock was nice and wet he’d spin me around and plunge his long thick tongue deep into my puckering hole. With his tongue buried deep in my ass, Henri would move his tongue in such a graceful way that I’m sure my moans could be heard throughout the huge country house  (if it could even be called a house) my family lived in after we moved to England. 

After Henri had succeeded in loosening my tight hole he would replace his tongue with my cock pressing it hard against my tender hole. It was moments like these were we forgot who was the master and who was there servant as I begged him, pleaded with him to shove his cock deep inside of me. To fuck me like were were two animals in heat. And many times that was what could have been used to describe our behavior. Being young men, knew to manhood and inexperienced in the art of sex we explored with each other. Every chance we got to be alone we would rip each other’s clothes off to fuck. We had sex everywhere....in the fields, behind the old oak tree, in my father’s immense library. We even had sex sessions in the stables, were when the coast was clear we would spend hours rutting. 

I’ll have you know that both our cocks were put to good use during our many sexual encounters. Some days I would fuck Henri senseless and other days he would pound my hole so hard I could barely stand. The days when my father would insist that I go out riding with him as he hunted foxes and other forest critters my ass would be so sore I could barely manage to stay on on the horse.

My sexual relationship with Henri came to screeching halt when one day my father came strolling into the stables while my cock was sliding down Henri’s throat. My father’s face turned redder then the rouge my mother used to brighten her cheeks. He was furious at me. I suspect he would have been madder if he had come in a few minutes earlier and he found his eldest son bent over with a peasant’ cock sliding between his cheeks.

Nevertheless my father rushed over to were we were. Wrapping his thick hand around my wrist he yanked me away from Henri, my cock falling from his mouth. Truth be told the moment my father burst in on us my cock became limp. In all my years of life I had never seen my father so furious. I can still remember him yelling and raging at me and accusing me of breaking my poor mother’s heart with my behavior. He proceeded to whip both Henri and I on our bare asses for our insolence. It was a whipping I wouldn’t soon forget

After my father had finished lecturing me he decided to put his foot down once and for all as he put it. He told me that he had arranged for me to marry a very wealthy heiress by the name of Marie Louise  de la Croix de Saint Pierre, the daughter of some Comte who was living in Nantes. He also informed me that my relations with Henri were to cease at once or I would be disinherited. Lying to my father I told him that he would never catch me doing something so lewd ever again. And that is exactly what I meant. My father the duc de Bourrouillan would never catch Henri and I in the throes of passion ever again because I would be much more careful. Contrary to my fathers demands I had no intention of giving Henri up even to marry some woman I had never laid eyes on. Neither would I give up my fortune, my birth right all because my father disapproved of my bedmate.

Moving along, in two weeks time my betrothed arrived from France. My father, my mother and I all went down to Dover to greet mademoiselle de Saint Pierre, We arrived at Dover just as mademoiselle de Saint Pierre and her entourage were disembarking from their vessel.

Being the perfect gentleman that I was I strode aboard the vessel and offered my hand to the fair maiden. I must admit mademoiselle de Saint Pierre was a very beautiful woman. With her long crimson red tresses about the length of her back, arranged in a stylish up do. If she had powdered her hair she would have been a dead ringer for her majesty the Queen of France. Her eyes the color of two shimmering emeralds. Her nose was small and slender complementing her face perfectly along with her tiny lips.  

She was dressed in an elaborate purple gown in the French style (a robe à la française). The gown was open in the front revealing a laced bodice. Her breasts pressed against the fabric threatening to burst free. If I had been attracted to her sexually or if I had even the slightest inclination

She extended her hand to me and I took it in mine, kissing it gently before she followed me out. I can still remember the smell of her perfume as it lingered in the air. She smelled of sweet honey suckles and raspberries but her beauty paled in comparison to my true love.....my Henri.

Henri was absent from our routine; my father making up some excuse for why Henri had to stay behind on our estate. The following day we were married in London and a splendid ceremony. After the wedding my father hosted a grand ball upon our return to our estates. I spent the entire night with with mademoiselle de Saint Pierre on my arm as we became more acquainted. I’m sorry to say but the more we talked the least I liked the comtesse de Saint Pierre. I wish I could say that my dislike for my new bride was because of her personality or her appearance but alas I cannot. The one reason that I did not like my new bride was because she wasn’t Henri and she had no penis. At least I didn't think she did. That night I did my duty and slept with my new bride.

You can imagine my shock and my surprise when I awoke the next day and found my new wife gone and in her place the sensual Dominique. 

“Dominique! What are you doing here!” I gasped, jumping out of the bed. Still naked. “Where is my wife.”

“My sweet I thought you never wake up.....You always were a heavy sleeper.” Dominique giggled, lolling in the bed as if she owned it.

Reaching up she wrapped her hand around my cock. Her remember her hands being ice cold just before I pulled away from her. “What have you done with my wife?”

She simply licked her lips in pleasure, still stretching out in my bed as if she belonged there.

“You are exquisite when you’re all riled up. Those muscles bulging and that blood boiling....mmmmm its delicious. And that marvelous cock between your legs is absolutely breathtaking.” She smiled up at me, ignoring my protests as she 

“What have you done with my wife?” I repeated, growing angrier by the second. “Dominique this is not a game. What have you done.”

“What the devil have you done with my wife?”

“My sweet duc is that any way to speak to your wife? Why don't you just come over here and sit with me. And I can tell you all about it.”

“Dominique I don't want to sit with you! I want to know what you did.!”  I shouted. “What have you done?”

“Sweet Armand just calm down. I have’t done anything to that pretty little thing......yet. I simply traded places with her. I’ll be the duchess and she will be the maid. You and I will live happily ever after.”

“What are you crazy?!” I shouted. “I don't love you. I don't even love the woman you switched places with.”

“Oh that’s right.” She smiled up at me wickedly. “You are in love with that raven haired sodomite. What is his name? Huh or right its Henri.”

“Oh yes I know all about your dirty little secret. Your roll around in the stables with Henri last night did not go unnoticed.” She grinned. “If you continue to acknowledge me as your rightful wife your little secret is safe with me.”

“And I’ll even  allow you to keep Henri so that he can quench your sexual desire provided you sleep with me so that I may conceive a child and a heir.” She smiled. I remembered her rubbing her stomach as if she were at that moment with child.

I rejected Dominique’s offer telling her that I would rather die then take orders from her.  She flew into a such a rage that it was like the entire room was spinning . “Armand I was hoping you would not say that.  You should have accepted my arrangement because now you will suffer for all eternity. You will be a creature of darkness. You will be hated. No man will ever sleep with you again. You will be forced to remain in the shadows until you agree to live with me..” She smiled.

“I hope your affection and love for that handsome raven-haired stableboy is worth your freedom because your deadly passion will be your undoing.” She smiled cruelly.

“Because if I can’t have you, he never will.” She laughed.

The last thing I remember is waking up inside a coffin with a horrible headache. I had this  sudden lust for blood. I hungered for it. But that wasn't the only thing I hungered. I craved Henri’s touch I wanted to be close to him. I was confused when I woke  up in the family crypt. Determined to figure out what Dominique had done to me I walked the entire distance from the family mausoleum to the manor. Along the way I stumbled upon a young farm hand. I remember his blonde hair and his kind face. I don't even remember his name but he was my first. He was around my age, maybe a little younger. Nineteen perhaps.  Looking back I’ll have to say he was a bit naive to be so trusting.  We walked and chatted a little while before stopping by a roadside inn. I regret what transpired that night.

After dinner we climbed into bed. It was a small room with one bed that we shared. A few minutes into our slumber I grabbed hold of him and we made love. Yes I fucked him hard, my cock sliding inside his tight hole again and again. The whole time I thought of two things where Henri was and what Dominique had done. There was more one more thing I thought of that was how sweet that handsome young man would taste.

While he was in the midst of shooting his seed, my cock buried deep in his ass I reached around his back placing my hands over his neck. With a quick motion I snapped his pretty little neck and proceeded to drink his blood. Being the gentleman that I’m I made sure there was no pain for him. And at least he didn't have to die a virgin when I was done with him. I assure you that I regretted my actions immediately. I spent the night drinking the young farmhand’s blood and quenching my thirst. Tears streaming down my face as I feasted on his delicious blood. Yes I was correct he tasted wonderfully. I wish I could have been strong enough to prevent my lust from taking over but I wasn't. For close to three hundred years I have tired to resist my lust or blood. The struggle to overcome my accursed state has kept me going for the last few centuries. The belief that one day I will be reunited with Henri motivates my every action; but I must admit that part of me craves vengeance against Dominique, that treacherous witch and my tormenter

For nearly three hundred years I had searched for my love Henri and I will continue to search for him until I find him. I have to hold on to hope of being reunited with my beloved. I just know there has to be a way to break this curse to transform me from a undead creature to my human form.

TO BE CONTINUED.......