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Giving these African men and women who had been snatched away from their homelands and sold into slavery the ultimate gift : Immortality, and the power to pay back those who had enslaved them. In those days, I was known as the Blood King. I lived in a plantation in Texas and was served by many vampires, all of whom were former slaves. I had given them freedom, and power. In their eyes, I was a god. I must say that I enjoyed the power. I committed many atrocities in those days. My vampire acolytes, also known as the Blood Pack, would attack farms and plantations at night. We would kill all of the owners. To the slaves, we would offer a choice. Either they perish like their former masters or they become vampires, like us.

By the time Kali came back into my life, I was ruler of a band of vampires which numbered in the hundreds. Not all of them were made by me. Some had been made by others whom I had created. Kali helped me realize the error of my ways, but my powers of persuasion were great even then. For a time, Kali Johnson was the Blood Queen, my consort. We ruled the night. What does that say about me? I could sell pebbles on the beach, folks. Especially to the ladies. I can be very convincing when I want to be. One night, I went into her chambers. Kali was there, her splendid body was naked. I smiled and disrobed, then walked up to her.

I looked at her. All of those centuries had done wonders for her supple body. Vampires are like fine wine. We only get better with age. Kali and I hadn't been together in ages. What can I say? I just had to satisfy this sixty-year itch, alright? I kissed Kali, and pulled her into my arms. She kissed me back, and drew me down into her bed. Slowly, passionately, we began to make love. I bit into her neck, and drew blood. I drank from her. Her blood tasted sweet and raw, filled with power and sensuality. Kali moaned as I drank from her. Her hands caressed my body, and her nails dug into my flesh, piercing it. Instantly, I was healed, of course.

All of our brethren can regenerate. It's one of our greatest abilities. As I drank from Kali and felt her sexy body undulating beneath mine, I felt desire. From the taste of her blood and her urgent words, I could tell that she felt it too. Kali begged me to take her, in the traditional manner. I was hard already. Blood letting is the most erotic thing I can think of. I entered her swiftly, and at once our bodies were joined. Kali pulled my arm and bit it, drinking from my blood. Our passion was raging at its peak. I thrust into her, taking her with all my might. Kali dug her nails into my back, and let go of my arm, urging me to be harder and faster. And so I fucked her, harder and faster, just the way she liked it. We continued to fuck and suck all night. At some point, we switched positions. Kali climbed on top of me. Her large, firm breasts rocked against my face and I gently caressed them as she rode me for all she was worth. I was thrusting deep inside her, and her tight flesh gripped my manhood. Gentle, passionate growls escaped her throat as we fucked. I suckled on her breasts and planted my hands on her hips, supporting her as she rode me like a cowgirl. Hell, I'm pretty sure she said heehaw a couple of times. We both came multiple times, and finally fell asleep, sated.

Yes, Kali Johnson, my maker, was on her way to becoming my Blood Queen. For a time, she was, until the end came, spectacularly and unexpectedly. You see, I invaded a farm with my vampire acolytes and was surprised to discover that many of the slaves not only knew about who and what we were but also refused to join us. Instead, they joined their masters. We were driven off. I had lost more than a dozen followers. I was not a happy camper. Although she disagreed with some of my tactics, Kali valiantly fought by my side against the slaves who had fought against my vampires due to their own refusal to become inhuman and also because their masters promised them freedom if they helped them escape our wrath.

We were retreating.

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