Gypsy's Blood
by KageAkuma

 Kashel walked along the well-traveled path to the well-hidden camp of the gypsies.  He went for a very specific reason this night, under the cloak of total darkness where not even the moon dared show her pale face.  His eyes glowed like eldritch flames, casting licking green flames in the darkness, though shrouded by his deep hood.
 He lifted his head, sniffed, caught the scent of wood fires, sweat, and incense; closer, the smell of dogs, and one or two men patrolling the woods.  They were too far away to be of any concern, of too little threat to be notable, so he continued on.
 The gypsies were usually known for their song, dance, food, and magic.  His purpose, though, was for none of these.  He knew more songs than most of the gypsy nation, and dances from empires that long ago fell to dust.  And the only food they could provide him would be their own blood, but that would inevitably lead to violence.  He knew of their magic, and was wary, but was confident enough in his own abilities to know they wouldn't be able to hurt him if he was prepared.
 Tonight Kashel sought a woman.  A very specific woman, actually; one of gypsy blood, preferably one that their innate magic ran strong in.  He had his reasons for this, and preferred to keep them closely guarded.  There was a certain power to blood, and collected from a particular woman on a particular night, it could be very useful indeed.
 Lost in thought of archaic formulae and blood magic, Kashel nearly forgot where he was and practically stumbled upon the brightly painted wagons of the gypsies.  A particularly festive song haunted the air; the violins wailing into the night as men clapped and stamped booted feet, causing bells to jingle.
 Shaking his head, he stepped through the circle of wagons and into the bright light of many bonfires.  His great black cloak seemed to absorb some of light and it was as if a living shadow had stepped from the night, coming to take revenge on the light for casting it out.  The reaction was almost instantaneous, the music stopped and suddenly drawn knives glittered in the flickering light.  Kashel cast his lambent, no longer glowing, eyes around the circle, unconcerned.
 He didn't move, just stood there, the fires cracking away and the crickets in the night chirping.  Slowly, the men returned to their music, but this time it was different, a slow dirge, fiddles like moaning women in the night.  He stepped forward then, drawing back his hood to reveal his handsome face.  He had a strong jaw, clean-shaven with pale, smooth skin like marble.  His eyes were storm gray in the light, without the need to see in the dark.  His hair was long, straight, and black, and as a stray breeze picked up it whipped the thick strands up and about his face.
 "Please sir, buy a charm to protect you at night from the evil hosts that roam this region like a plague," said a young boy by his side that had apparently decided to ply his wares as soon as he saw the stranger be welcomed into the circle.
 Kashel looked at what he held out in his dirty hands, and for all practical purposes it looked like an unmarked silver coin with a hole through the center.  If he knew the gypsies, that's exactly what it was.
 Kashel turned his attention fully on the boy, his lips pulled back in a tight smile, "Boy, if that charm really worked, it might stop me from killing you, if you don't get out of my sight right now."  To emphasis the point, he drew back his cloak a ways, revealing the wicked looking blade with blood-red stones on the hilt to the boy's wide eyes.  He fled.
 From the direction that he fled, an old woman came, dressed in clashing shades of red and blue that was very nearly painful to look at.  Her face seemed to be more wrinkles than flesh, with dark, nearly black eyes peering out like chips of bright glass.  She supported most of her weight on a twisted stick that passed for a cane.  Despite her frail appearance, he had seen the look on her face on the craftiest of diplomats and merchants.
 "No charms, old woman.  None of your herbs or spells, either," he growled, his hand slipping around the long hilt of his sword.
 She looked him over and laughed contemptuously, "You have the look of a man that comes looking for one thing, stranger.  Pleasure."
 He smiled frostily.  He didn't like being read by anyone.  He calculated his response accordingly, "Yes, where are your whores?" Looking around as though expecting said women to appear out of nowhere.
 Kashel's words had their intended effect on the old woman, and her face hardened, those dark eyes becoming augers.  She rapped him sharply on the chest with her cane, "They're not whores!  No more than your mother, lad," she rasped.  "If you buy a girl from us, it's the same as marriage and we can make the agreement stick!"
 He smiled slightly, rubbing his chest absently.  "I wouldn't have it any other way.  But, as you please, Madam, show me these girls you offer."  His bow was deep enough to impress a king.
 She snorted, turning.  "This way, boy.  And you should really say 'girl.'  There's only one left, you know," she cackled, limping away from him towards a large wagon.  Inwardly he cringed and cursed his luck.
 "Wonderful!  I get stuck with the daughter of a troll," he thought bitterly, but resigned himself to the deed.  Her blood was necessary.
 As the woman approached the green wagon, she called out, "Cassandra, someone here to see you."  In the measure of two breaths the door had opened, but the shadows prevented him from seeing who stood in the doorway without activating his night vision.  He was about to do so when a torch just outside the door burst to life.
 Kashel stopped in mid-stride, his normally impassive face quite shocked at what he saw.  A tall woman stood in the flick torchlight, the features of her face at times exposed, other times shrouded in shadow, but either way completely alluring.  She wore a long dress and a golden and green half vest that did very little to hide the lovely figure she had.  Hairs on the back of his neck prickled.
 "Welcome, stranger, " she said in the singularly most sultry voice he had ever heard in his entire existence.  She bowed slightly, her dark hair falling about her smooth, brown skinned face in a raven curtain.
 Kashel bowed back, a hand over his heart, "You are very beautiful."  It was the simple truth.
 Cassandra raised an eyebrow delicately, "And you are very direct, stranger.  Most men just start babbling anything at about this point."
 He leaned down, never taking his eyes from Cassandra's, "She's for sale?" he whispered to the old woman, not quite believing that this perfect creature was being sold for any amount of money.
 The old woman blinked shook her head, and he noticed she had tears in her eyes, "Aye, that she is.  She's also my daughter, boy.  If you insist on buying her, please be good to her."
 He nodded absently, reached to his belt and undid a large purse from his belt, "It's no where near enough for a jewel such as this, but I will pay more later."
 The old woman coughed when she felt the weight of the purse in her hand, and then she turned on her heel and limped away, still weighing the pouch in her palm.  Kashel watched her go for a moment until she disappeared from sight, and then turned to look back at Cassandra.
 She merely gazed at him for a long moment, as if testing his resolve.  Then, just as silently, turned and entered the wagon, looking over her shoulder she bade him to follow.  He mounted the steps of the wagon slowly, watching her disappear into the near-darkness inside.
 When he entered the surprisingly large interior, the door closed behind him.  He whirled as he hears the door latch itself.  His hand slipped around the hilt of his sword and he faced her, grim as death.  There is a small, unconcerned smile on her face.
 "A simple precaution.  We wouldn't want visitors, now would we?"
 He relaxed a fraction, then blinked his eyes, his vision swimming, "Yes, an interruption would be bad."  His tongue seemed thick and he started to feel light headed.
 Cassandra was looking at him, one hand on her hip when the world tilted crazily and he found himself lying on the floor.  His vision didn't seem to want to stay focused on anything, and since the first time since his life had been taken from him, Kashel thought he was going to pass out.
 "Sir, are you well?" she asked, leaning over and offering him a hand and he struggled back to his feet.
 "Yes, it just seems that the stuffy air in here combined with the smoke from the candles got the better of me," he replied, shaking his head.
 She smiled at him warmly, and then guided him over to large bed made of pillows.  As Kashel sank down on them, he heard the musicians outside take up another tune on their violins.  It began low, a solitary violin crooning in the darkness.
 "Lay back, relax.  I'll be back in just a moment," she said, touching his cheek briefly then walking behind a partition on the far end of the wagon.  As she disappeared, a few of the musicians outside started clapping a slow, steady rhythm.  A few other violins picked up sharp counter points to the melody of the first; seeming to grate against it at first, then weave around it.  The whole piece began to evolve into a strangely haunting song, bringing to mind dark eyes and moonlit glades.
 As he listened to the music, a heavy lassitude began to creep over his body.  He thought it was strange, being a vampire that he would need to sleep in the middle of the night.  Still, he couldn't resist the comfort of his surrounding and slowly began to drift off.  There was a slight rustling next to him that snapped him away and he found himself staring up at Cassandra.
 He struggled to sit up, wanting a better look at her.  She seemed to only be wearing two gauzy veils, one wrapped around her slim hips and the other covering the lower half of her face.  Kashel swallowed hard.  What was "exposed" were her shapely legs and her pert breasts that heaved slightly with each breath of hers.
 Cassandra's long, thick hair fell down her back in waves, held by small, but ornate, silver combs.  She gazed down at him over the flimsy veil with dark, haunting eyes.  The candlelight made her light brown skin fairly glow.  Behind her veil, he could see the whites of her teeth as she smiled and then his eyes rolled back in his head and everything went dark.
 Kashel awoke with a start, reaching instinctively for his sword even as his eyes flared to malignant life, glowing like twin green suns in the darkness.   His fingers closed over air and he realized first that his sword was missing and second that the rest of his clothes were as well.  He was dressed only in his smallclothes, but his searching eyes quickly found his clothes neatly folded off to the side.
 He reached for them, but a small voice stopped him, "Do you not desire me anymore?"  Cassandra stepped out from behind a half wall, still clad in the airy material she had been wearing before he passed out.
 He looked at her, his hand still closing around the hilt of his sword.  "Yes, I do still desire you, but I sense something odd here."
 Cassandra rolled her shoulders dismissively, the action displaying her pert breasts perfectly.  "There is nothing odd here, sir.  Only you and I."  She spread her arms, giving him a suggestive smile and cocked her hips to the side.  "As you can see, I have nothing up my sleeve."
 A slow smile spread over his lips, his eyes hungrily devouring her lush body.  She chuckled and walked to him, dropping down to the pillows beside him.  Kashel inhaled the thick, sweet scent of her hair and undid the veil from the combs in her dark tresses that held it.
 He reached out, his long, delicate fingers running through her silky hair, he could feel the warmth of her body, her blood.  His hand slipped down, over her smooth shoulder and traced a pattern against her flesh as their lips met in a deep kiss.  He devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue between her warm, lush lips.  She suckled on his lips and tongue hungrily, moaning an unintelligible word against his mouth.
   Kashel let his hands wander lower, caressing her sides and belly, feeling lithe muscles move under his fingers as she pressed more firmly against him.  Cassandra's head fell back, letting out a small gasp and Kashel took the opportunity to plant warm, wet kisses on her exposed throat.  His tongue lashed out, tasting her skin, feeling the pulse of her artery there, his own desire and bloodlust growing.  His fangs unsheathed a tiny bit, and he grazed her flesh with their razor-like edges.
 The miniscule incisions were electric in their effect.  Cassandra bucked against him, letting out a gasping curse as she pushed away from him, panting and gazing at him with lust-glazed eyes.  Her nipples were rock hard, and he could see the sheen of sweat that had developed on her flesh.
 "You are very good, my pet but I always take my turn first," she panted, her hand clawing at his chest and pushing him down onto the bed of pillows.  For a moment she kneeled at the side of his chest, her fingers tracing the dark tattoos that painted his flesh.  As her finger moved over the patterns, they began to glow softly.  With a small yelp, Cassandra jerked her hand back and stared wide eyed at the pattern that slowly faded.
 As she began to make the motions for warding against evil, Kashel grabbed her hand.  "Magic tattoos, child.  Nothing to concern yourself with."  His voice assumed a deeper timber, and some of his will slipped into the words, soothing the gypsy girl.  He couldn't very well have her running out into the night screaming to all the gods that he was straight from Hell.
 "What-" she began, but he cut her off with a finger over her lips.  His amber eyes glowed in the dim light.
 "I am a simple mage, that's all," he stated, matter-of-factly.  The same odd tone entered his voice, and Cassandra merely nodded in response.
 He smiled at her, and then lay back as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, careful to keep her hands away from the intricate designs on his chest.  His tongue flicked out, touching her lips briefly before slipping back into her warm mouth as he gently cupped the full globes of her breasts.
 Cassandra playfully slapped Kashel's hands away, "I said it was my turn, pet."
 Kashel closed his eyes, feeling her warm lips place soft, moist kisses down his jaw, then down to the hollow of his throat to press a soft kiss and a little nip there.  Her hands moved down lower on his chest, giving his nipples a pinch before moving down the sculpted muscles of his abdomen.  Kashel's body tensed as she slid the small clothes down his hips, sliding them all the way off so that it was no accident that his hard cock found a resting place between her heavy breasts.  Cassandra gave a satisfied chuckle as Kashel gave a throaty moan and thrust his hips upwards, trying desperately to receive some of the sweet friction from the warm globes of her tits.
 Her breath was hot as his lips very teasingly touched the shaft of his thick cock, "And what would give to fuck my tits, my tortured little pet?"
 Her words had the desired effect on Kashel, he gave a growl of lust, grabbing her arms and pushing her over to her back and straddling her generous chest.  He pressed the globes of her tits together, running his hard cock between them.  He started thrusting, causing her to gasp in pleasure at the hard shaft pushing roughly between the sweat-slick flesh of her tits.
 Suddenly he felt dizzy and almost fell from his perch atop Cassandra.  He let go of her tits and grasped his head between his palms, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.  It felt like everything was shifting under him, making his head swim so much that it began to disconcert him.
 "What is this?" he grated out, his eyes opening to slits, green fire leaking out.  Cassandra squirmed beneath him, trying to get from beneath him.  One hand, strong enough to shatter steel, and thrust out and pinned her effortlessly to the floor.
 "The Incense of Passion!  I use it to take men, they fall victim to their passions until they exhaust themselves unto the point of death!  Please do not hurt me, sir." The last was a pathetic plea, her eyes wide with terror.
 Kashel's eyes opened, eldritch flame bathing the room as he raised a fist at the small incense burner than hung suspended from the ribbed ceiling.  The lazily drifting smoke began to pull back into the burner, as though being vacuumed, until the air was clear and the burner turned in on itself until it glowed with energy before shattering in a bright flash.
 His eyes dimmed and he looked back down at her, in leaned down and inhaled deeply, taking in clean air and the scent of her hair.  If anything, the action made Cassandra look even more frightened.
 "How...no...it's impossible!  You can't just do that!" she shook her head violently in disbelief.
 Kashel opened his mouth wide, never letting his shimmering eyes leave her face as his long fangs unsheathed, sliding down from his gums to cover his shorter eyeteeth.  Saliva glistened on the sharp points, and a low, rumbling laugh echoed in his throat.
 "Saunginata," Cassandra breathed, the name for vampires in this part of the world.  Kashel gave an almost imperceptible nod, his lips brushing her neck softly.  Cassandra's back arched and she laughed harshly, pushing him away a bit, "I've had worse, Damned One.  And besides, you are very handsome...among other things."  She cast a dark-eyed glace downwards as a slow smile crept across her full lips.
 Kashel barely smirked as he lowered his mouth further, finding one of her nipples and softly biting it, causing her to cry out.  His fangs scratched flesh, leaving two tiny, bloody furrows on either side of her erect nipple.  He licked up her sweet blood, tasting the magic there.
 "Doth thou still fear me, woman?" His long fingers slid down her belly, through the tangle of her dark pubic hair.  A single finger slipped inside her, spearing deep into her warm, moist slit.  Her hips bucked, sending his probing digit deeper into her slick cunt.
 "Gods no," she whimpered, head rolling back in ecstasy as he licked at the tiny wounds, causing them to close up without so much as a scar.  Her hands grasped as he hair as he continued licking and sucking hard on her erect nipple while he keep his other hand busy stroking her clit and thrusting his fingers deep into Cassandra's pussy.
 Without fear, Cassandra's blood was pure, and Kashel could take all that he needed.  Too quickly for her to react he lunged for her throat, his fangs finding the thin flesh at the hollow of her throat.  A soft pop and the ivory blades punched through her brown skin, and just as quickly retracted to their sheaths.  Warm gouts of blood pumped into his mouth and Kashel sucked greedily.
 The initial puncture of the fangs caused Cassandra's body to orgasm, the rapture of the bite overwhelming her.  Her legs spasmed out, and she wrapped her arms around his body, digging her fingernails into his marble smooth skin.  He gulped down mouthfuls of her warm blood until he felt it coursing in his veins, humming with the latent magical energy of the girl.
 "And we join..." he whispered against her silky throat, the wounds there healing without a scar.  Kashel slid his body between her spread legs and she willingly accepted him, wrapping their warm length around his slim waist, pulling his body into hers.  With undulating hip movements she ground their crotches together, her orgasm-drenched slit kissing the shaft of his long, thick cock with a coating of her juices.
 Kashel kissed Cassandra hard, his mouth on hers, his tongue flicking like a snake past her hungry lips.  Suddenly, as though forced he thrust his entire length into her blazing entrance, feeling the wet heat of her cunt enfold him, making his eyes flutter shut as he exhaled a cold breath.  The warmth of her blood and magic flowed through him, giving him the natural color of the living and warming his flesh as he thrust hard and fast into her.
 Cassandra writhed beneath him, her hips rising in times with his, driving his cock deeper into as she came again, the muscles of her vaginal walls milking the thick shaft inside her cunt.  Kashel began to growl low in his chest, enjoying this exquisite creature beneath him, when suddenly she heaved up from beneath him, pushing him onto his back.  His eyes narrowed, spitting green flames and his fangs jutted like daggers at this girl who thought to toy with him.
 He found himself looking up into her bird-dark eyes, her lips curled in a wicked smile as she placed a hand upon his chest.  Waves of heat crashed through him, and he gasped helplessly as she mounted him like a horse, sliding her self over his swollen shaft, teasing him.
 "Not only you, my dear demon, can control everyone," she said softly, leaning down to lick his hairless chest, and she nipped at one of his nipples.  "Though you are very good…" Soft laughter turned into an audible sigh of pleasure as she slid his cock deep inside her and began to ride him again, thrusting in long, hard strokes.
 Beneath her, Kashel shuddered and whimpered in pleasure he had never since his death.  He could hear and feel his pulse beat out to him with the seductive song of its sweet warmth, but more than that he wanted this girl, to have her, to make her scream with pleasure.
 He cupped her heavy tits, pinching and twisting the hard nipples as she cried out in orgasm again, covering him with her sticky honey.  He grasped at her but she managed to slide off his throbbing cock, and onto her knees beside him.  Cassandra leaned down, brushing her long hair from her face as she took his cock in her warm, wet mouth.  Kashel stiffened, his fingers clawing at the pillows as she licked and sucked up and down the vein-ridden length of his cock.
 "Girl..." he growled, his hips arching up and he grabbed her silky tresses as she skillfully sucked him closer to his climax.  Her lush lips stretched wide to take in the thick pole, taking his length to the back of her throat.  Her tongue stroking the underside of the thick cock the entire time as her little hands stroked and teased his heavy balls.
 A shudder ran through his whole body and Cassandra worked harder on the cock between her pretty lips, sucking and stroking, wrapping her small hands around his girth to jerk him off into her mouth.  Suddenly she felt a jet of hot, thick liquid hit the back of her throat and she swallowed it and the following gouts of cum that slid over her agile tongue.
 Kashel collapsed back, his chest pumping, but his skin devoid of sweat.  His long black hair was in a disarrayed halo around his head, and stared vacantly up at the ribbed ceiling of the wagon.  Cassandra giggled and licked her lips like a cat, watching his still form.
 A slow smile spread across her lips when he stirred finally, his body moving slowly and stiffly as though he had just woken up.  He sat up, and she gazed at him with exhausted eyes.  "Well, my dear essence drinker, I hope everything was up to your expectations."  Her fingers lightly stroked her throat, and she gave him a significant look.
 At first the vampiric wizard drew a blank, his senses still overwhelmed by the combination of heady magic and orgasm.  A slow smile spread across his lips as he finally realized what she was getting at.  "Yes, child, very much so.  I thank you for everything."  His head cocked to the side and his eyes widened a bit in surprise.  "The time...I must go!"
 Kashel started up, but she stopped him by laying a soft hand on his thigh.  "You cannot leave without me.  Our contract remember?"
 Kashel let out a litany of curses in languages that hadn't been heard in millennia, all the time scrambling for his clothes.  "I cannot afford to take care of you, mortal.  You are but a child to me, and where I go there is nothing for you.  I will not spend every night fetching you food like some servant!"
 She arched a dark brow at him, "You should have thought of that before hand, wizard.  You can leave, if you wish to face the wrath of my people.  And since you now have my blood in your veins, you will be very easy to find..."  She let the implied threat hang between them, their eyes locked.
 Finally Kashel looked away, "Fine, woman.  We leave, now."  He stood up, now dressed and dragged her up beside him.  As he traced arcane symbols in the air, Cassandra wrapped her arms around his neck.
 "Do not worry, my sweet little life-thief.  I will make this worth it for you."  Her laughter faded away as the teleportation spell whisked them half a world away, into the safe embrace of the night.