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 The room was decorated with pine boughs and holly, with mistletoe hanging
from various points on the ceiling.  The tree was decorated with silver,
red and green balls, and golden points of light.  Gifts wrapped in a
multitude of colors and styles were piled around and under it.  He sat in
an overstuffed chair near the roaring fire, listening to Christmas carols
on his MP3 player.  He couldn't believe his luck.  Shuffle mode had just
played his three favorite carols in a row, Sting's version of "Gabriel's
Message", Sarah McLachlan and the BareNaked Ladies' "God Rest Ye Merry,
Gentleman" and Sting again with "I saw Three Ships".  He was feeling quite
content.  Then he heard Friday stomping through the halls.  And from the
sound of it, she was dragging Arty along with her.

   "Para, darn it, where are you?" He heard her holler.

   "I'm in here, sweet Friday, by the fire.  Now, why are you raging?"

   She made her way to the fire and stood before him, Arty's arm gripped
firmly in her little hand.  "Look at him!  I bit him several times, and do
you think I could drink?  I had a heck of a time even breaking the skin! 
Dang it, what kind of vampire has puny fang like these?" She bared her
pearly white teeth to him.

   "Um, Friday, first, since he is standing under the mistletoe, I think
you need to kiss Arty." She looked up and saw the sprig above Arty's head,
then sighed and kissed him lightly on the lips.  Arty, who had been looking
a bit shell-shocked, smiled with delight at her caress.

   "Now, Arty, let me look at you." Arty looked at Friday, then sidled over
to where the tax collector sat.  Para sat up and switched on one of the
table lamps, and looked the other man over.  "Umm, that one will bruise,
probably that one, too.  I'd put some peroxide on that one, the human mouth
is a filthy thing." Arty looked at Friday worriedly.  "Oh, don't worry
about Friday, I'll have a talk with her." Arty nodded and backed away
before fleeing to his cellar.

   "Now, Friday, why don't you pull up a chair, and we'll talk."

   She stood before him, looking down at the person sitting in the chair
before her.  She saw a man that looked to be in his forties, wearing wire
framed, round lensed glasses.  He was clean shaven, his hair moderately
short, and touched heavily with gray at the temples.  She knew he was a man
that smiled easily, and was generally relaxed in his demeanor.

   He looked back at her with a grin.  The dress she wore looked to be a
cross between Morticia Addams and Vampirella.  The dress was black and very
long, not tight around the legs like Morticia's, but loosely flowing.  But
the front was cut very deep and wide, and he wondered how she kept those
fine full breasts covered.  The back was also open, letting her wings
spread slowly with her breathing.

   He let out an oof!  of surprise when she hopped onto his lap instead of
one of the other chairs.  "You lied to me, didn't you.  You said I was a
vampire, and I'm not."

   "Yes, I lied to you.  If you thought about it, you'd know a single bite
wouldn't turn you.  I know you've watched the old "Dracula" movies.  The
girl never turned into a vampire at the start.  And that mind control
hooey! It would be rather fun if I could simply catch your eye and make you
do things.  But that is malarkey that fool Bram Stoker made up.  Totally
unreal."

   He turned his face slightly, so their eyes met.  "I mean, can you
imagine me suggesting things to you?  What would I say?  'Friday, scratch
your nose'.  " He chuckled at the concept, as the woman on his lap
scratched her nose, then looked at him in surprise.  "Or maybe I would say,
'Friday, trace the cleavage of your dress?' Fah!"

   He watched out of the corner of his eye as she lightly ran her finger
from her left shoulder, down along the swell of her breast to just above
her navel, then back up the other side.  Then he casually turned his head,
breaking eye contact.

   "Or perhaps I'd say 'Friday, show me what you are using to keep your
breasts covered.' "

   "I don't think so!" Friday responded.

   He chuckled lightly.  "You see?  Mind control is complete fiction."

   Friday remembered the sudden itch she'd felt on the side of her nose,
and the unexplained urge to touch her torso.  He was trying to tell her the
truth without frightening her, she realized.

   "So what other stories about vampires are untrue, Para?  Are you telling
me their seductive powers are just balderdash, too?  That if you wanted to,
you couldn't seduce me?"

   He laughed out loud.  "Sweet Friday, if you didn't wish to be seduced,
there isn't a thing I could do to change your mind.  But, if you were
already inclined to favor me, I think I'd have a fair chance of success. 
But that's more because of your acceptance than anything I might do."

   He turned to face her again.  "So.  Be honest.  Do you truly think you
want me to seduce you?"

   She was going to say no, really she was.  But she met his eyes and
realized that she couldn't lie.  "Honestly, no.  I want you to make love to
me again.  No seduction.  No games.  Just you and I pleasuring each other
with our bodies."

   He smiled and drew her down to kiss her between the eyes.  "Alright, now
shut your eyes, and consider what you just said.  Think about it, and when
you answer, I want you to look at the fire, not me.  I don't want you
thinking I'm being the evil vampire controlling your mind," he said with a
smile.

   She looked at him then shut her eyes and turned to face the fire.  She
could feel the warmth of the yule log burning, and the crackle and snap as
sap within it exploded.  Did she truly want to make love to Para?  He was a
vampire, she was sure of that.  She hadn't been imagining it when he'd
bitten her, and she distinctly remembered the feel of blood running down
her back and his tongue as he lapped it up.  And she remembered the
mind-blowing orgasm that had run through her when his teeth broke her skin.

   "Alright, I've thought about it.  I want you to undress me.  I want you
to tell me how beautiful I am as you kiss me all over.  I want you to send
me out of my mind with your mouth and tongue.  Then I want to undress you,
taste the salt of your skin and the feel of your chest hair when I suck on
your nipples.  Then I want to suck on your cock, and swallow your delicious
cum.  And then I want you to lie back and let me mount you, and ride you
until you cum again.  I want to watch when you bite me again."

   "I would be delighted to accept such a gift at this Midwinter Festival."
He stood easily and she slid off his lap and into his arms with a yelp.  He
moved to carry her to the door, but she stopped him.  "No, I want you to
open my gift where all the gifts are opened.  Right here, by the Tree."

   He set her down gently and bent to kiss her softly upon the lips.  She
responded eagerly, letting her tongue flick lightly against his lips.  His
lips parted, and allowed her in, to be met with his own tongue twining
around hers.  As they kissed his hands caressed her exposed back, around
and between her wings.  When he found the almost hidden button at her
waist, he undid it carefully, then broke the kiss.  "Your lips and mouth
are like the sweetest syrup."

   He stepped back, pleased to see the little muse breathless and flushed
all the way to her belly.  Then he began to unwrap this special gift.  He
slid her sleeves off her shoulders, and was amused when they fell to
mid-arm and stopped.  He reached into the cut-out of her gown, cupping her
marvelous full breasts for a moment, before slowly caressing them and
gently removing the double-side tape from each very erect nipple.  When her
dress slid down, his fingers and thumbs were revealed gently pinching and
rolling her upright tips.

   "God, Friday, you have beautiful breasts!" He knelt before her, and
began to suckle on her left breast, the other one still enjoying the caress
of his calloused palm.  With his free hand, he slid her gown off her hips.
She wore black panties, lacy and fine, cut low to barely cover her pubes.
He slowly tugged them off her hips as well, and held her steady as she
stepped out of gown and panties.

   His lips closed around the tip of her breast, and he suckled upon her
nipple as his tongue stroked the hard flesh.  Occasionally she would let
out a whimper when his teeth closed around the sensitive flesh .  His other
hand caressed up and down her naked legs, until she shifted her stance and
spread her legs apart.  "Touch me!  Oh please, touch me down there."

   He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, then teasingly let his
finger touch her labia.  She closed her legs, trapping his hand.  "Don't
tease, please."

   "As the Lady wishes, sweet Friday." When she spread her legs again, he
gently ran his fingers between her labia then slid a finger inside her.  A
soft moan was his reward.  He released her nipple.  His first thought was
to lean her back in the chair he'd vacated.  But that was likely
uncomfortable with her wings.  Instead, he lay back on the fur rug before
the fireplace and pulled her onto his face.

   "OHGOD, YES!" She held herself just above his face, letting his tongue
rub lightly against her sex, then sank down and groaned as it pushed into
her pussy, wiggling inside her and causing her juices to flow freely.  She
adjusted her seat slightly, so the bridge of his nose rubbed her clit while
he nibbled on her sex.  She almost asked him to finger her ass, but her
first orgasm took her by surprise, and she quickly forgot most everything
else.  Her second orgasm was not as shattering, but it was still
delightful.

   She climbed off him, and almost laughed seeing his face wet with her
juices.  But it was nearly sensual to watch him lick his lips and chin, and
she regained control and began unbuttoning his shirt.  Spreading it open,
she looked at his lightly haired chest.  A few old scars crossed the skin,
and it was obvious that he'd enjoyed pleasuring her from the state of his
nipples.  She bent down with a wicked grin and bit one, drawing a yelp from
him.  She kissed his torso, licking and nipping on occasion.

   Then she unbuckled his jeans.  She thought about it, and realized she'd
never seen him in anything except jeans.  She wondered how he'd look all
cleaned up, and decided one day she'd like to find out.  But for now, the
jeans were coming off.  When she'd slipped them down, she noted with glee
that his briefs were already tented.  She grasped his organ gently and
stroked it through the coth, then reached inside the fly and touched him
for the fist time.  True, they'd had sex before, but this was the first
time she'd been able to look at his weapon.

   And a fine weapon it was, with a length and girth she found nearly
perfect.  She ran her tongue in a circle around the tip, drawing a groan
from him, then took him completely in her mouth.  She sucked him gently,
savoring the sensation of his cock between her lips.  She ran the tip of
her tongue across the end of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.  God, she
thought, his cum really is luscious.  She began to bob her head up and down
on his shaft, and felt his hands in her hair.  He was careful not to force
her, but she could tell when he was close, and pulled halfway off.

   "Ohgoddess, I'm cumming, Friday!" He groaned loudly as his cock throbbed
within her mouth, then erupted, coating her tongue with his seed.  She
sighed as he came, sucking avidly on his shaft and savoring the texture and
flavor of his offering, then swallowed.  Allowing him to slip from between
her lips, she began to lick him clean.

   "Oh my!" she exclaimed, feeling his cock twitch under her ministrations.
"That's a speedy recovery!"

   "If I've rested for a day or two, I can usually come back quickly after
the first one.  A third time will take much longer," he admitted with a
smile.

   "That's ok, I'll wait for three if two is as good as I hope." Bringing
him to full height with her hand and tongue, she turned and straddled him,
then sank down till he was embedded inside her.

   She began rocking on the cock buried in her slit, leaning forward to rub
her clit against the base as she moved.  He reached up and took her breasts
in his hands, gently squeezing them, then playing with her quickly
stiffening nipples.  "Oh, I do like when you play with my titties," she
sighed, holding his hands against her.

   She began to ride him faster, harder.  Her sighs soon turned to
whimpers, then moans of pleasure.  "Para, come inside me!  I want to feel
your seed splashing my womb!" She began to twist on the shaft impaling her.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!"

   Remembering her wish, he drew her wrist to his mouth.  As she watched,
he smiled, exposing the lengthened eye teeth of his fangs, then sank them
into her flesh.  As he sucked on her wrist, he felt her vaginal muscle
clench around him, pulling him into his own climax as she cried out her
pleasure.  "Oh god, I can feel it, I can feel your seed in my pussy!  Oh
god, YES!"

   She collapsed on top of him, and turned her head to watch him lick the
bloody holes in her wrist clean, and watched the holes quickly disappear.
After he'd slipped from within her, he got up and dressed, then lifted her
gently and was carrying her to her bed when she spoke up.  "Can I sleep
with you in your bed tonight?"