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Archive name: forever.txt (MF, rom, 1st, sn, sci-fi)
Authors name: The Fan (address withheld)
Story title : Forever Knight: Haitian Voodoo Magic
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Forever Knight: Haitian Voodoo Magic
By The Fan (address withheld)
***
Nicolas Knight is a legendary vampire living in 20th
century Toronto. He is masquerading as a human
detective and the lovely doctor Natalie Lambert falls
in love with him and wants to make him human. He
hesitates. Human/vampire romances seldom work. He
thinks about the last woman he truly loved, back in the
island of Haiti in the late 1700s. (MF, rom, 1st, sn,
sci-fi)
***
Nicolas Knight. He was one of a kind.
He was born in France in 1200. In 1228, he ran into
Lucien Lacroix, a rather infamous and seductive
vampire. Lucien Lacroix had walked the earth since
early Roman times. Around 100 B.C. He was a senator in
Imperial Rome.
Lacroix was a flamboyant and eccentric, darkly
compelling character. He became a vampire thanks to his
adopted daughter who had been made into one by one of
the Old Ones. For over two thousand years, Lacroix
walked the earth. He had been the seducer, killer and
lover of countless women and men. But in his life the
only person he ever loved was Nicolas de Brabant. He
met the young man in France in 1228. Nicolas was a
young nobleman. Lacroix was quite taken with him and
would turn him into a vampire.
Nicolas became a ruthless and evil vampire. One of the
worst. He reveled in being a vampire. When he became
one of the undead, he gained the strength of ten men,
the ability to regenerate and the power of flight. He
also had heightened senses. Nicolas became one of the
Clan of Lucius. Along with Javier Vachon and Janette
Ducharme, they were quite formidable under Lacroix's
irresistible leadership.
They roamed the world for centuries. It was an endless
party and an orgy of destruction just like always. One
day, Nicolas would change. He would grow tired of the
carnage around him and feel tired of it. He wanted to
stop being a vampire. He wanted to lead a normal life,
be able to marry and have children and die like an
ordinary human being. He ceased to be part of Lacroix's
band. He began to seek out alchemists and scientists
and men of knowledge who could take away his
immortality by making him into a human being once more.
He had come to regret what he did. No human could stop
a vampire. Nothing mattered in the world when you were
invincible and knew that you would never grow old or
die. Things like love and friendship became expendable.
You lived for the thrill. Vampires led lonely lives.
Most vampires were loners. They lived alone. Some lived
in small clans of three to ten. Hiding from the light
by day and hunting by night.
Nicolas shunned other vampires and sought the men and
women who could help him.
He eventually came to Toronto, Canada where he met
detective Schanke and befriended him. He became a cop.
He also befriended fellow detective Tracy Vedder. The
most important human in his life was his best friend
Natalie Lambert, a charming and beautiful woman he
revealed himself to.
He wanted to become human. He remembered one of his
past loves. One of the first humans he revealed himself
to.
Saint Domingue, 1767.
Nicolas de Brabant had come to the new world. He had
come by boat to the island of Saint Domingue. The
island was ruled by the French. They shared it with the
Spanish in the East. The French colonists lived in
their tropical paradise and were served by hundreds of
thousands of slaves imported from Africa.
Currently, Nicolas was masquerading as a nobleman from
France. He had a lot of gold and silver with him and
used it to purchase a plantation near Le Cap, a big
city in the North of Saint Domingue. He hired a manager
named Jerome Gustamar to run things for him. He had
spent three years in the island and had come because of
the presence of the French there. They were his people,
after all. He sat down in the large library, reading a
book called Les Contes Des Milles Et Une Nuits
(Thousand and One Nights). It was quite possibly his
favorite book in the world.
He sat there, reading when someone came by. He looked
up. It was Aria, one of the slave girls. She was tall
girl with chocolate skin, long black hair and a full
and beautiful body. She was curvy, clad in a white
dress. "Master Brabant, do you wish for a drink?" she
asked.
Nicolas looked at her, "No," he said. The slave girl
was visibly disappointed. "I would however like your
company," he said. Aria looked at him.
He invited to sit close to him. From outside came a
faint noise. Nicolas's super ears recognized it as a
beating of drums. "What is that? " he asked.
"The practitioners of Voodoo are in the mountains," she
said.
Nicolas cocked an eyebrow. "Voodoo?"
Aria proceeded to explain how many of the slaves did
not believe in the God of the Christians but rather
prayed to the ancient gods of their homelands. She
explained this with passion in her heart. "I see you
know a lot about this topic," Nicolas said slyly.
Aria gasped. She had given herself away. O bondye, neg
blan sa konnen mwen nan vodou, oh papa kisa mwen pral
fe? (Oh, my God, this white guy knows I'm into Voodoo,
oh what am I going to do?). Nicolas looked at her. "Oh,
my God, I am not into that stuff, sir. Honest. I am
not."
Nicolas shrugged. He didn't care what she believed. He
had seen many cults and religions during his long life
and they were all pretty much bogus. He saw her
panicking and wanted to reassure her. He was very
surprised when she threw herself into his arms. "Oh,
please don't tell on me, sir. I'll do anything."
Nicolas felt her hot young body close to him. His sharp
senses detected her faint yet powerful aroma. Her hot
scent. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. He
felt a strange need rise in him. He didn't stop her
when she started kissing him or when she unbuttoned his
chemise (shirt) and undid his pants. He watched her hot
nubile body as she undressed and came over to him.
He kissed her full and deep and felt her tongue darting
inside his mouth. He returned her kiss and, picking her
up in his arms he carried her over to the table where
he put her. He fondled her tits and licked her all
over. Then, he couldn't resist anymore. "Do you accept
me?" he said, looking directly into Aria's eyes.
She hesitated for a second. "Yes," she said.
He positioned himself at the entrance of her sopping
wet pussy. He went in and out, beginning a slow and
steady fuck. At the same time, he licked her tits and
caressed her neck and back. He kept plowing into her.
Hard and fast. Underneath him, the young black woman
was writhing and undulating, gyrating her nubile body
to give him even greater access. He soon came in her,
sending his cum in long spurts deep inside her pussy.
They lay like this in a tight embrace, looking into
each other's eyes. Both master and slave had crossed a
line tonight.
That night, he and Aria became lovers. As a slave owner
and planter, he could do many things for her. He gave
her something precious, her freedom. Heck, he freed all
the slaves of his plantation and made it official
before the Governor of Saint Domingue himself. He was
labeled a "slave lover" by the remainder of the
Caucasian population of Saint Domingue. While the
former slaves left, Aria remained by his side. They
lived together.
It was unprecedented. A white man in love with a black
slave girl. He learned that she was one of the
Priestesses of Houngan, one of the Voodoo spirits. He
would reveal himself to her. He was a vampire. She knew
what he was and she knew of his kind. The white people
were not superstitious but the slaves were. They knew
of the supernatural world. She was very accepting of
him.
She was curious of the world in which he lived. Curious
enough to wander what it was like. He offered her the
gift of immortality. She refused. She loved him but did
not want to be one of his undying brethren. She was
devoted to her gods and wanted to live a long life in
their service. She saw immortality as a gift of the
gods and not something a mere mortal woman like herself
deserved. He tried to convince her but her mind would
not be changed.
They continued to live together.
The situation in the island changed. There was trouble
in France. The colony of Saint Domingue no longer
received support from the French government. The slaves
were threatening with revolt in Saint Domingue. Through
all this, Aria and Nicolas stayed together. They saw
the rise of the slaves. The apparition of rebel leaders
such as Boukman of Bois Cayman and Jean Jacques
Dessalines, Alexandre Petion and the remarkable
Toussaint Louverture.
Nicolas saw the revolted slaves destroying the once
flourishing colony. City by city. Town by town.
Thousands of colonists died. Many fled to France.
Nicolas de Brabant saw the Fall of Saint Domingue and
saw the creation of the Republic of Haiti. A new
nation. A brave new world.
He remained with Aria as long as she lived. When he
left, it was in 1804, mere days after the proclamation
of the Independence of the New Republic of Haiti. Aria
was dead. She was only fifty five years old and had
died when some slaves or former slaves raided the
plantation. She stood by Nicolas when they came to take
him, supposedly because he was a white man and they
hated white people since they had been slaves of
whites.
A strike from a sword struck Aria down. Nicolas saw his
beloved fall, and howled like one of the damned. He
hunted down the former slaves who killed his beloved
and killed them all. Then, he went back to Aria's side.
She was lying down in a pool of her own blood. "How are
you, my darling?" she asked. He looked at her. even
when stricken, she still worried only about him.
"I am well," he said. He looked at her frail and
rapidly dying body and wanted at once to turn her into
a vampire to save her life.
She refused. She told him that she was proud of being
human and her only regret is that he was not human so
she could not bear his children. She told him how much
she wanted to be with him and how she wished she could
have had children by him. Nicolas smiled sadly. He too
wished he could have children with her, but he could
not. He saw that she was fading fast. "Promise me you
will one day have a love of your own," she said.
Nicolas hesitated. "A love of my own?" he asked.
"Yes," said Aria. He promised. She smiled, looked up
into his face then the light went out from her eyes.
He held her limp body in his arms, and wept.
Nicolas made it out of Saint Domingue. He left on a
boat and came to the United States.
Present Day...
Nicolas Knight snapped out of his reverie. It had been
awhile since he thought of Aria, the beautiful Haitian
slave girl he fell in love with so long ago. She taught
him so much. He hadn't met a woman like her since...
He suddenly froze. He did know a woman like that.
Natalie Lambert. The doctor who was treating him. She
was the woman who offered to use science and medicine
to help him become human again. They had been best
friends for years. He suspected Natalie liked him and
he had feelings for her but... he just couldn't be
sure.
His life was complicated enough as it is. Still, he
couldn't forget the promise he made to the lovely Aria
centuries ago. To find a love of his own. He picked up
a nearby phone and called Natalie. "Hi, Nat speaking,"
came a feminine voice. "Hi, Nat. It's Nick. I need to
talk to you." There was a pause on the other line.
"What about, Nick?" He hesitated.
"I'll tell you. Can I come over?" he asked.
"Sure," she said.
Nicolas Knight flew across the city from the station to
Natalie's place. He deliberately took his time, making
it a half hour trip as opposed to the ten minutes it
usually took him. He went to Natalie's door. She was
waiting for him. "Hi, Nick." she said.
He looked at her. She was a not-so tall, cute yet
almost homely woman with dark hair and really
expressive eyes. She was in her early thirties. She
looked beautiful, zero makeup.
"Hello, Natalie," he said.
She let him in. "What's wrong, Nick?" she asked. She
looked him up and down, looking very worried.
"Nothing is wrong," he said. "I just needed to talk."
She led him to her modest living room and sat him down
on the couch. "What do we need to talk about?" she
asked.
Nicolas Knight looked into her eyes, and Natalie's
heart skipped a beat. "About us," he said. He could
hear Natalie's hear beating faster and faster.
He took both of her small hands into his and said what
he had in mind. He told her of his past romance with
Aria. Natalie felt a pang of jealousy. Nick's lovers
were exotic women of great talent and character, unlike
her. She was rather ordinary. Heck, she hadn't begun to
live, not really live until he came into her life. To
hear him speak of his past loves was both fascinating
and painful for her.
She loved this man but contented herself with being the
best friend she could. Romances between humans and
vampires seldom ended well for those involved. "I've
come to realize something," he said.
Natalie braced herself for what was coming. "I need you
in my life, Nat."
Natalie smiled. She mattered to Nick!!! This warmed her
heart. "I'm there for ya, Nick. We'll always be
friends," she said quietly.
"I need you, as more than a friend," he said.
Natalie gasped. Had she heard right? Nick wanted to be
more than friends. He was looking at her expectantly.
She came close to him and buried herself in his arms,
hugging him tightly. Nicolas kissed her and she kissed
him back. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, reading
the desire in her eyes.
"Yeah," she said.
The two best friends looked into each other's eyes
tenderly as they undressed each other.
Nick leans back from their embrace and carries Natalie
to the sofa holding her on his lap, all the time
apologizing for tonight. Stopping him Natalie kisses
him tenderly once more and tell him he is very special
to her, that she loves being with him and that she
wants to be with him tonight. He looks in her eyes,
soul-searching and his kisses get more frantic, more
intense, his passion exploding. He picks her up and
lays her on the bed and begins to lovingly undress her.
Once she is naked, she parts her legs and he comes
between them, to pleasure her. Nick licks her pussy,
then begins to probe it with his fingers and tongue.
Her heart is racing, her hands grasping the sheets,
then reaching for his head as his tongue expertly works
her clit fluttering, licking, sucking her clit into his
mouth as he lightly nibbles on her pearl of love.
He licks her clit, and eats her out, sticking his
tongue as far as he can inside her while his fingers
toyed with her ass. He continues until a shaking
overcomes her entire body and she cums, her wet
pleasure filling his face. Natalie grounds his head
into her as she cums and screams in delight.
Opening her eyes she sees Nick, his mouth moving up her
soft belly as he murmurs words of love and she just
want to make him happy. Natalie tells him it's his turn
and start to unbutton his shirt but he pulls back and
she sees the look in his eyes. She wants to make him
feel pleasure and he is holding back. She comes and
takes his erect manhood in her hand. He gasps.
She smiles and, lowering her head takes him into her
mouth. She sucks him off, caressing his cock and
licking his balls. Nick is in heaven. He cums into her
mouth, twice. She licks him dry then straddles him. His
cock is buried deep inside of her. Nick stop hers,
holding her still, his cock throbbing inside of her as
he looks deep into her eyes and see the tears running
down her cheeks along with his.
They make love like this, with him thrusting inside her
with both strength and care, fucking her slowly and
steadily, thinking not just of his pleasure but hers
as well. Natalie looks into Nick's face, smiles and
begins to gyrate while on top of him, grinding herself
onto him which causes his hard cock to go deeper into
her.
He fucks her, hard like this for several minutes, his
rough hands caressing her body's most sensitive spots
before he cums deep inside her. His hot cum flooding
inside her triggers a massive orgasm inside Natalie and
she screams as her body, taken by an uncontrollable
feeling falls forward, into Nick's waiting arms.
They lie in each other's arms. Nick is looking at the
ceiling. Nat's head rests on his head and she is
looking at his face. What is he thinking? She caresses
the small hairs on his chest and her light touch brings
him back to earth. "What?" he asks.
Natalie just smiled. "Oh, nothing. All's perfect." She
planted a kiss on Nick's lips and, resting her head on
his chest comfortably, she was soon asleep. Nicolas
Knight did not sleep. He was thinking about how much he
cared for Natalie and how their lives would be changed
by what took place tonight.
They were lovers now, not just friends. He cared for
this woman a lot. More than he did about himself
sometimes. Maybe that's what frightened him. He closed
his eyes. His mind drifted through the fogs of memory,
back to a very different place and time, to an island
in the Caribbean where, one hot summer night, a master
fell in love with a slave girl... and she loved him
back, reinforcing his faith in humanity and love for an
eternity.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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