She was old or more to the fact of age, she was ancient in terms of human life. She had walked the earth for centuries searching for the men she craved to survive on. Men of wealth and means, men of fame and fortune and men of great physical stature, she had them all over time, used them all and in most cases killed them for their life-sustaining source she needed to survive.
Yet that had changed in the eighteenth century when she had met Harold. Harold had loved her and provided for her unconditionally. He never denied her anything. She found that she didn’t need to force Harold’s attraction upon her. He worshipped her of his own free will.
So, she stayed with Harold, never taking more from him than her needs demanded. She was always careful to stop, never to drain him of too much of his life. As the years rolled past, Harold became aware of her abilities and her use of him to sustain her own life. He never minded as she was intoxicating to him, never refusing his sexual desires and sharing her own with him.
Harold aged as any human does and in his advanced years, he wasn’t able to give her the source of life she needed. He was so pained by this he asked her to use the last of his energy to survive. Then she could find another man to share a life with. She was in tears listening to him but at his advanced age, she knew she would lose him to the heavens before long. She agreed to his request but only if he would have one last night of passion with her. After their talk, she left him to rest and she went to prepare for their final night together.
She found a silken nightgown to wear for him this night. It was of aged white silk with an open lace covering her magnificent breasts he had suckled at in his younger years. The sides where split to above her waist as many of her gowns had been so he could flip either side out of the way to either preform the art of cunnilingus or take her pussy as he wished. That had even been times he had taken her anally until she had to force him to stop before she drained him dry of his life-giving energy. She doubted he could perform any of these things now but she wished to send him to his grave with as much pleasure as she could grant him in his frail state.
She was ready and the time had come to send her loving Harold to the afterlife. She walked into the bedchamber to find Harold awake and writing on parchment with one of the servants. The servant looked up and saw her walk towards them. He couldn’t help but notice her large full breasts standing firm against the lace and the dark V of her sex barely hidden behind the aged silk gown. Yet he knew better than to stare and quickly looked away with his cock so hard it was painful. She had that effect on all of the male servants.
Harold noticed the servant had looked away and raised his head to see her walking towards them. He quickly finished his writing and sent the servant away. She approached him and his eyes followed her all the way. Although his ability to become hard and stay hard had failed some years ago he still felt the stirring in his cock. The desire was still there even as the ability failed him so.
She watched his face as she slid into the bed with him. She slipped the covers from his body and saw he was naked. Even as aged and frail as he was, he was still a handsome man. His cock may not get hard as it once had but it still was an impressive length, she had always enjoyed it deep in her being. His stamina for cunnilingus was but a moment of his old self but she still loved the touch of his tongue.
Amongst her travels that day to prepare for this night, she had visited an old friend. Like her, he was ageless but centuries-old as well. He had given her a powder for Harold to take this night. He said it would give Harold one last night of pleasure. So, she took the powder with her to Harold.
As she laid next to Harold, she reached for his glass of wine and sprinkled the powder into it, stirring it with her finger. She offered the glass to him and he drank from it deeply. As he did, he felt the stirrings of an erection, a feeling he had long since given up hope of ever feeling again. Finishing the wine, he looked down his body to see his cock stiffen, not as hard as it once was but more than it had been in years.
She noticed it too and smiled, leaning down she kissed Harold letting her tongue slide between his aged lips. He responded as if he was tens of years younger with the vigor of his youth. He moved his tongue with hers in the dance that had only been slow for years now, yet tonight he felt years younger suddenly. He pushed against her body as he held her tight as the kiss lasted forever for him.
He pushed her away hard enough to land on her back. Feeling the strength of his youth he moved to hold her down. She was shocked by his strength and the force he pushed her with but her shock continued as he quickly covered her body with his. She could feel his hard cock resting against her, pushing the silk of the gown into her mound.
He leaned over her and bent his head and took one of her nipples between his lips. He sucked it hard with all the force he could muster causing her to streak in pain and excitement. It had been so long since he had been so forceful with her. He continued to ravage her breasts, sucking and nipping at her nipples until they were red and swollen. Yet he tired of them and wanted her nectar, the taste he had craved for so long and yet had been unable to taste.