I awoke to chaos
by Selena Van Hoosen
© 2000 Selena Van Hoosen

I awoke to chaos. The sweet source of blood, rent cruelly from my hungry lips.
I was born in southern Russia during the reign of Ivan the Terrible. My father was a minor noble in the court of the Tzar and my mother was a village girl that happened to catch his attention one afternoon. After my birth, my mother was set up as a maid in my father's estate. We were lucky, many of his other bastards had been systematically killed by my father's jealous wife, who was herself barren.
Life at home was exciting to say the least. When I was five, my father strangled his wife and buried her in the estate orchards. Soon after, he wed my mother and declared me his legal heir. My education started when I was twelve. My father imported a French tutor for me.
I was an excellent student, taking to reading and writing like a fish to water. At the time I actually thought about joining a monastery to pursue a life of scholarship. My father learned of my interest and promptly put a stop to it. He was a man of action and no son of his was going to be a book worm. Knowledge was fine, but he preferred the physical studies. He took it upon himself to teach me. Dismissing the tutor, he undertook to teach me riding, fighting and drinking.
It was the last that lead to his death. He was prone to alcoholism and brutality. My mother lived in fear of him for often during the winter months he would drink until he could not be controlled. It was dangerous to be around him then. Often he would lash out at the nearest person, be it my mother, a servant or myself. One time, he made the butler dance naked in a snowstorm while whipping him with a horse whip. The man died several days after from pneumonia.
Another time, he beat me until I was unconscious and then when my mother interfered, fearing for my life, he made her strip in front of the servants beat her with a whip. No I cannot say I loved my father, but he was the only one I had.
One night, after having drunk himself into a frenzy, he rode out on his horse into the night. We found him the next day in the forest. He had been crushed and partially eaten. It seems that during the night, he was attacked by wolves. His horse had thrown him and then trampled him while trying to escape the wolves. I cannot say that I was sad, but from that moment on, my life was different. I was sixteen, and by Russian law, I was the legal executor of the estate. Thus began my career as a
lord.

It wasn't much of a career. My father's sister came to live with us at about that time and she pretty much took over the management of the estate, leaving me free to do as I pleased. Pretty soon, I was well known in all of the local bars and whorehouses, having inherited my father's liking for alcohol and women. At age twenty one, my life as a noble, in fact, my life in general, came to an end.
I had just ridden into town and stopped by the first tavern that I saw to grab the first of my drinks that night. I had managed to get as far as the bar when I saw her. She was sitting in the corner with Alexei and Mikhail, laughing at their anecdotes. I could tell that my two friends were enchanted by this beauty and did not appreciate it at all when I made my appearance.
"Mikhail, Alexei, how are things?" I asked in my most jovial voice, "Who is this most lovely lady?"
Alexei frowned when he saw me approach, but Mikhail, being the more sociable of the two smiled and shook my hand. "Natasha, meet Count Alexander Tumanov. Alex this is Natasha, quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world."
Her laughter captivated me, made me her prisoner. "Very nice to meet you Alexander. Are you really a Count?" She smiled coyly, her eyelids lowering until her eyes were little more than moist slits peeking at me from under velvet lashes. I couldn't speak, my tongue was glued to my mouth and my palms were sweaty, but I managed to blurt out a yes. She laughed again when Alexei made a comment about me and my tongue. I blushed in embarrassment and to change the topic, asked Alexei about his wife. He glared at me from across the table and told me she was fine, "and thank you for asking", but a few minutes later he left the table his eyes shooting daggers at my back.
Mikhail was one of the happiest people I've ever met. He could make a joke out of anything and spent the next half hour entertaining Natasha and myself. I wasn't really listening to what he was saying since my attention was on Natasha. At last, Mikhail wound down and looking at me and then at Natasha smiled and excused himself, giving me a winked as he walked away.

"Perhaps you would like to take a ride," I asked hopefully. "It's such a nice night for it."
"Certainly, my dear Count," she answered, giving me her hand. I took it and led her outside, to where my carriage was waiting.
The night was clear and slightly chill, but overall pleasant.
Natasha and I talked as we rode in the carriage, but I could feel a tension building up between us. By the time we were at my estate, it was so thick you could almost see it. Our conversation became strained, with many long pauses and sighs. As we got out of the carriage, Natasha began stroking my arm and purring, that is the only way I can describe the sound. It was a sort of low gutteral sound that seemed to emanate from her throat. The coachman drove off to park the carriage for the night and I led Natasha into the manor.

Most of the household staff was already asleep. Only the old cook was awake and she proceeded to fuss over us. "You must be hungry, young ghospadin."
"No Tatyana, thank you, but I ate already."
"Well, in that case, I'll be retiring for the night. Good night sir."
Natasha was smiling as old Tatyana left to bed. "Are all of your servants this concerned about you, young ghospadin," she asked, her voice teasing me.
"No just, Tatyana," I said, taking her into my arms, "She's been taking care of me for as long as I can remember." I kissed her, but she pulled away, smiling coyly.
"Sir, I am not that type of woman," she said, placing a hand on my chest to hold me back. The hand traveled down, then up and around my neck. She pulled towards her, kissing me deeply, her tongue slipping into my mouth and caressing the insides. There was a faint taste to her lips, not unpleasant you understand, but something I couldn't quite recognize. When the kiss broke, I looked at her face. Her eyes were glowing and I felt myself becoming lost in them. I heard her say that maybe we should go to my bedroom and felt her hand take mine and lead me up the stairs, but I was in a daze. When we arrived at the door to my room, Natasha led me inside and then, taking a quick glace down the hallway, she closed and locked the door.
She was smiling as she approached me. Her hands moved to my shoulders and I felt a slight tug, then a ripping sound as my clothes were torn off of my body. It surprises me now that I did not think anything exraordinary about the strength this woman had.

When I was nude, she led me to the bed, all the while her hands were caressing my shoulders, my back and my buttocks.
"Now young Count, let us see what we can do in giving you a night you won't remember." She laughed, and this time, her laughter had a slight edge to it, a cruel twist. She undressed quickly and in the pale light, I saw that her body was everything that her clothes promised it to be. Her breasts were large, not exceedingly so, but large enough that they drooped with their weight. The areolas were small, but the nipples were long and erect. Her hips were curved in a deliscious sweep with the dark black pubic hair acting as the beacon in the otherwise pale complexion. I felt myself becoming aroused, the blood rushing to my penis. She smiled when she saw my erection and knelt before me, gently caressing my penis. The tension was building inside me and by the time I felt her cool, moist lips touch my organ, I was sweating and shaking.
Her tongue flicked at the slit of my glans while her hands caressed my thighs, her nails scratching red welts down my sides. I moaned with pleasure and felt my hips thrust of their own volition. Her hands locked on my buttocks and pulled me forward until I was as far down her thoat as I could go. The sensations I was feeling were like nothing I have ever felt before. They seemed to be increasing with every second until it seemed that I would go mad from ecstasy. She felt my nearness to orgasm and stopped, letting my throbbing member slip from her lips.
Her breath was cool on my skin. She slid her breasts up my chest until one of the nipples was at my mouth. I greedily took the proferred morsel into my mouth, suckling loudly. I was beyond control, my only thought was to please this woman who was with me. Her hips were grinding against mine and every minute or so, a low growl escaped her lips. She began kissing my neck, her tongue tracing little circles under my jaw. I found myself pulling her head closer, pushing her lips against the skin of my neck. Then I felt it, her teeth sank into the skin of my neck, her lips locking around the wound. The next few minutes were frenzied, she pushed herself onto my member, its length sliding into her. I bucked and moaned as the pumped her hips and continued that delicious sucking on my neck. I found my self approaching orgasm quickly, yet at the same time, I was feeling light
headed. I screamed as I felt my essense boil out of me into her body. She stopped the sucking and gently licked the wound. I was exhausted, my body limp in her arms. I remember thinking how tired I was and how flushed her face seemed. The last thing I remeber before loosing consciousness is her
eyes glowing from the depth of her dark hair.
When I woke in the morning, I was alone. There was blood on the pillow next to my head, my neck felt sore and my mouth felt like it was full of cotton, but I was happy. I was in love.