Ménage à Trois

"Allright everybody. Read the paper on the psychological foundations of attraction in humans for your essay. The assignment is due in two weeks. Class dimissed."

Alina sighed. Her nineteenth birthday was next week and she and her friends wanted to go out on friday to celebrate. London was just a short ride away. Maybe she could frame flirting with cute boys at the club as field work on the psychological foundations of attraction? Probably not. She doubted that her professor would appreciate detailed accounts of too much alcohol and rushed sex in the toilet cubicles.

Alina opened the door and left the main university building. The classrooms in the old castle were chilly even in mid-July, but as she stepped out into the warm night, a gentle summer breeze played with her curly blond hair. She had to walk through a forest to get back to the dormitory. Walking the woods at daytime was a piece of cake, the only people to cross her path were professors and fellow students. Occasionally she would sit on a bench that faced the pond in the middle of the forest and watch the ducks and squirrels. At night, however, she felt uneasy. She wasn't supersticious, but folk lore told stories about elves, gnomes and witches living in the forest, and there had to be a pagan stone circle somewhere. Tonight her friends Maya and Chloe had dates with their boyfriends, so she would walk back alone. At least the moon illuminated the path and there were street lanterns every thirty yards. She waved goodbye to her friends as she entered the forest.

The pond was just a few steps away when she heard something splashing in the water. Something was lying on the bench. Clothes. And there was a pair of boots underneath the seat surface.

She looked at the pond. She saw the dark silhouette of a man walking slowly out of the water. He was in his late twenties, tall, his broad wet shoulders were sparkling in the moonlight. His black hair was messy. Long scars covered his muscular body.

She had never seen him before.

Their eyes met. He smiled.

"Nice to meet you. Do you want to come in? It's refreshing."

His accent sounded strange. Was he French? He didn't seem the slightest bit ashamed to be standing in front of her naked. She hesitated.

"Thanks, I'm good", she replied. "You might want to put on some clothes though, this is not your private swimming pool."

"It used to be."

"What do you mean?"

"It was, back in what you call the Renaissance."

Alina got scared. He must have escaped from a mental institution, she thought. She did have some work experience with mental health patients from her internships, but this guy seemed dangerous. She took a step back.

"Stop lying", she said. "What are you doing on campus, anyway? You are not a student. I'm calling security." She reached for her phone.

He grasped her wrists. "No. Follow me."

He pulled her to the bench and showed her his clothes. "I'm telling the truth. Look. Finding someone wearing this would be hard in this day and age."

The cloak looked old. Centuries old. And it wasn't reenactment gear either, it was worn and blood-stained. The boots were dirt-encrusted.

"I am from the Renaissance."

Alina was struggling for words. Was she going mad? How could he still be alive...

"Are you a vampire?"

He shook his head. "I met a vampire in France back in the days, she was... interesting. She was quite passionate, but I barely made it out alive."

He put her hand on his chest. It was warm, his heart was beating. He pulled her closer.

"But, no", he whispered into her ear. "I'm not a vampire. I'm an alchemist."

He pointed at the castle. "Your university used to be a royal palace..."

"I know", she interjected.

His eyes narrowed.

"I was Henry VIII's councillor. I served him for years, but when I failed to turn lead into gold, he ordered my execution."

She looked at him wide-eyed.

"I managed to escape", he continued. "Had to kill two guards. The fight was brutal, I got wounded, but in the end I had the upper hand. I went to the old stone circle in the forest and spoke the Forbidden Curse. A curse that allows you to travel in time. Little did I know that I would end up in the future."

She frowned. None of this made sense. Then she remembered the legends. Maybe there was something to that forest...

"And now you are trapped here?"

"Exactly. Once an alchemist breaks the laws of nature, there's no going back. I will stay in your time for all eternity. By the way, what's the fair lady's name?"

"Alina", she replied. "And yours?"

"Pleased to meet you, Alina. I used to be called Baron Alexandre de Montrouge. Call me Alex."

Alexandre de Montrouge. The most notorious rake of the 16th century. The man whose amourous conquests later inspired Casanova. Renowned adventurer and possibly a French spy at the court of Henry VIII in the guise of a scientist. Nevertheless a celebrated pioneer of chemistry, horology and applied physics. The man the university was named after. She almost fainted.

"How long have you been in our time?"

"I've been here for two years but I'm still catching up with all that has happened during the last 500 years. Your age is fascinating but puzzling. For the time being, I'm hiding in a log cabin I built deep in the woods. Hunting. Growing apples, onions and herbs. Selling potions at Renaissance fairs and reenactment events. It's a lonely and humble life but still better than being hung, drawn and quartered."

Her heart skipped a beat.

He pulled a vial out of his cloak. "This, for example, is a love potion. The most potent I've ever made, and quite dangerous. It overrides any obstacle, even magic. The only one who ever drank it is the vampire I told you about, there was no other way to prevent her from killing me. She fell for me, and the results were disastrous. She would kill and suck dry any woman who showed the slightest interest in me. Once you drink it, you will be drawn to the person you truly desire deep down in your heart. You will find them wherever they are, you will be physically unable to leave them, your body won't let you. She drained me, but not of blood..."

Alina snatched the vial out of his hand. She had been looking for a boyfriend for so long, and her fellow students were far too immature to be boyfriend material. A love potion was just what she needed! She opened the vial and drank the liquid before he could stop her. It was sweet and spicy, with a hint of honey, chili peppers and rose petals.

He looked at her in horror. "Oh no! What have you done... this stuff is valuable, it took me weeks to find the right mixture. I have only one more vial left!"

At first she felt nothing. After a few seconds, she noticed that she had moved closer to him. He recoiled. The bench behind him prevented him from moving any further away from her. She had put her hands around his neck without even being aware of it. What am I doing, she asked herself, as she was caressing his head. She kissed him. Her tongue parted his lips, tiny drops of potion entered his mouth. He stiffened. Her hands wandered down his chest to his crotch.

He pulled her towards him.

"You naughty little brat" he said, as he slapped her ass. The pain shot through her body, she moaned. She felt wetness between her legs. He sat on the bench and pulled her onto his lap. One of his hands held her arms in a firm grip while the other hand pulled up her sundress. She felt sharp smacks on her bare ass, again and again. After the final stroke he pulled her up and looked deeply into her eyes. "Get down on your knees!"

She got down. His impressive penis was in front of her face like a bright sword, ready to pierce her. She put her lips on the tip of his shaft, her hands on his back, and pulled him into her throat. She choked. He grabbed her head. Her tongue slid up and down his shaft while his breathing got heavier. He lifted her up and bent her over the bench. His cock slid down her buttocks. She felt warmth, pressure and a little pain as it entered her pussy. As he pulled her towards him, his massive cock pushed further and further into her. It was as if she had regained something that had been missing for eons. She let go of every thought, of every doubt. She felt complete, she was flooded by a deep satisfaction of belonging to this man, of being taken, being owned. His thrusts were so strong, stronger than anything she had experienced with her previous boyfriends. Time and space melted. Her muscles tightened around his shaft when she orgasmed, pulling his seed deeply into her womb.

After what seemed an eternity, he pulled out.

He caressed her face, her neck, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.

His seed was dripping from her thighs, her bottom was hot and sore. She felt slutty, and it turned her on.

"You know where to find me. Trust your instincts, they will guide you. Close your eyes while you are walking towards me. We will meet at my log cabin in one week. And... next time, be a good girl and behave." He winked at her.

Alex put on his clothes, cloak and boots, and bowed, a barely noticeable smile on his lips.

"Goodbye, mademoiselle."

He turned around and disappeared into the night.

One week later, Alina was standing at the edge of the forest, unsure whether she could really trust his instructions. But what choice did she have? For a week she had been longing to see him, to feel him, even to get punished by him. Her dreams at night revolved around him, and when she woke up in the morning her panties were soaked. She found it difficult to concentrate on her essay. She had to see him again!

She closed her eyes and took a step forward. Another step. One more. She walked and walked. To her surprise she neither tripped over tree roots nor fell into one of the little brooks that flowed through the forest.

She didn't know how long she had been walking when, suddenly, an icy gust of wind brushed against the back of her neck. She stopped. The chill grew colder, she got goosebumps. She opened her eyes and turned around. A woman, probably in her mid-twenties, was standing a few yards away from her. She was wearing an outdated red dress. She was stunningly beautiful, her black hair complimented her pale skin, her cleavage was adorned by a silver necklace with a ruby heart pendant, her green eyes glowed in the dark. Nevertheless, she seemed out of place. Was she also a time traveller?

Before Alina could ask her, the woman bared her teeth at her. Long fangs emerged from her mouth. She hissed. Alina turned around and started to run. The woman closed in. She was incredibly fast! After a few hundred yards she saw the shape of a house in the woods. Alexandre's cabin!

"Help", she yelled. "I'm being chased!"

Alexandre darted out of the cabin, a poignard in his hand. When he saw Alina's pursuer, his face turned ashen.

"Hurry! Get in!"

Alina jumped into the cabin and slammed the door shut. She peeked through the window. Alexandre and the strange woman were circling each other. Surprisingly, she didn't seem confrontational or aggressive towards him but rather... lustful.

"Emeraude, you didn't have to do this", he said. "You are not supposed to be here, in this time."

The woman smiled, barely able to contain herself. "Neither are you. But you known damn well that your potion is stronger than any magic, so you shouldn't be surprised. You can't escape from me. I've finally found you, my love. We just have to get rid of that little salope. We will be united once again."

She made a step towards him. He raised the poignard.

"Elle n'est pas une salope. She is not a whore. She's an innocent girl who found me and made the mistake of drinking my love potion. As you know, the effect can't be reversed."

Alexandre put the poignard back in its sheath.

"I don't want to hurt you Emeraude, but..."

Emeraude didn't let him finish his sentence. She rushed towards him and knocked him to the ground. She had tears in her eyes.

"I'm not sharing. If I can't have you for myself, then neither will she!"

Alexandre needed all his force to hold her back as she tried to sink her fangs into his cartoid artery.

Alina looked around the cabin feverishly, hoping to find something that could help him. Her gaze fell upon a vial. Philtrum Amatorium. Love potion. Would it do any good? She didn't know, but it was the only thing at hand that might have an effect on the love-crazed vampire who was trying to maul her soulmate. She took the vial, opened the cabin door and ran outside.

She didn't see the tree root in front of her feet.

She tripped.

The vial flew through the air, the cork came loose and the contents of the small bottle spilled over Alina, Alexandre, and Emeraude. A purple flash blinded them, as the vial exploded. All three of them fell to the ground. Alina lost consciousness.

She woke up to someone nibbling on her earlobe. She turned around. It was Emeraude. What the fuck? What was happening? Alina was dizzy, but for some reason she wasn't afraid of her. She didn't feel hate towards her vampire rival either, but... attraction? She couldn't believe it herself, but she had the urge to kiss her, to be close to her. Her hands glided over Emeraude's voluptous curves.

"Mon petit chouchou, ça te plaît, hein?" Emeraude said,

Yes, she did like it. Very much, in fact.

Alexandre pulled them up.

"Let's go inside. We need to talk."

They went back to the cabin and sat around the table. While Alex poured them cold water, Emeraude was still nibbling on Alina's ear.

"Now, stop it for one minute, you sassy sweethearts", Alexandre said. "We don't know what happened out there. I don't understand how... why... all I know is that... "

He paused, braced himself against the table, his body was shaking. His eyes glimmed.

"All I know is I have to take both of you" he said with a rough voice, defeated by his own potion.

He took their hands and pulled them into bed, severed the laces of Emeraude's corset with his poignard and ripped it off. He looked at Alina. "Get naked."

Alina slid out of her sundress and lay down. Alexandre pushed Emeraude's upper body downward. The vampire pressed against Alina and kissed her, her tongue slid over her breasts, she bit her nipples, moved down to her clitoris. Alina grabbed Emeraude's head as she entered her pussy with her tongue. Alexandre cast lustful glances at Alina while he was pounding Emeraude from behind. Alina felt a tingling sensation that grew from her clitoris and spread all over her hips, her legs, her breasts and head, warmth rushed through her body. Her breathing was shallow, her pulse weak. Then blackness came, an intense rush of adrenaline, joy, a glimpse of eternity. Light, bliss, was she levitating? Was she still alive? She opened her eyes.

She was levitating alright! Emeraude had her hands wrapped around her holding her safely, her head buried between her thighs, while they were hovering above the bed. "Le baiser du vampire", Emeraude whispered. The vampire's kiss.

Alexandre stood beside the bed, smiling. "You're hot when you orgasm, Alina."

Emeraude landed Alina gently on the mattress. She removed her necklace and put it around Alina's neck.

"My heart and soul will be with you, even when I'm far away from you", she said.

Alexandre frowned. "Emeraude, do you think this is wise?"

She nodded. "Trust me".

"It seems as though the potion had an effect on all three of us", Alexandre said, while he got dressed. He put his arms around Alina's and Emeraude's waists. "We are bound to eachother, for better or for worse."

When Alina woke up the next day, her panties were dry for the first time in a week. Everything seemed so... normal. She was confused. Had it all just been a dream? When she got up to make coffee, she felt something around her neck. It was a silver necklace. Emeraude's necklace.