The New Age Nosferatu
By The Storyteller



My tale begins in Prague, with the birth of young Emily. Emily was born under
abnormal circumstances; her umbilical cord was pinched during the final stages
of pregnancy and this lead about deficiency of particular hormones in her
body. During her youth, the doctors of Prague and America were able to bring
up the majority of her hormones to an acceptable level. Only two hormones were
not corrected, Emily's Oestrogen and Testosterone levels were well below
tolerance.

All through her life Emily had to take chemicals and drugs to keep her
hormones in balance, sadly though, as she grew her body began to reject the
medication the doctors had prescribed. At the age of fourteen, the doctors
placed her on HRT treatment, hoping that the added hormones would bring her
back into balance. Success was evident when Emily responded quickly and well
to the HRT. Emily was able to do some much more than previously; at last she
was allowed to lead a normal life.

Many people believe that vampires and werewolves once existed in the world,
and some of those many believe that they still exist. Emily became a student
of Romanian history and through much hard work; she discovered the place of
origin for the tale of the werewolf. After much red tape and presentations,
Emily was allowed to visit the place she had discovered. The place was the
ruins of a castle that had been a borer outpost in the medieval times.

Emily stood at the steps to the keep of the castle; the wind blew from the
east and stirred the leaves on the steps. The camera flash looked like thunder
against the dark sky that seemed to hang over the castle ruins. Boldly Emily
walked up the steps, following her was her co-worker Joyce. Inside the ruins,
they quickly made camp, and set to work with documenting their surroundings.
Night fell upon them and they hardly noticed it, setting down their pens and
cameras, Emily and Joyce settled down for their first night in the ruins.
Emily pulled out her HRT kit and with Joyce waiting outside for privacy; she
injected herself with the required dose. Then they both settled for the night.

The wind howled for most of the night only dying down in the early hours of
the morning, unknown to Emily and Joyce, their presence in the castle had
awakened two spirits that had resided in the castle for the past three hundred
years or more. The spirits drifted out into the night in search of hosts,
before the dawn came, two people of the local village had disappeared. The
villager conducted a search but to no avail, they could not find their lost
brethren.

The sun rose clear over the mountains in the east and woke Emily and Joyce, a
couple of hours later the sun had been lost to the thick cloud over the entire
region. After breakfast, Emily and Joyce returned to their work, cataloguing
the plants and statues dotted around the keep. A howl sounded in the mountains
close to where the girls were and Joyce was startled by the sound.

"A wolf, Emily."

"There hasn't been any wolves in these parts for a long time Joyce, maybe it
was a dog you heard?" Emily suggested.

"Maybe your right, since you know more about this region than I do." Replied a
relieved Joyce.

Joyce had been right in the first place. It had been a wolf that had howled,
it was the freed spirit calling out to its own kind. Unfortunately there was
no reply, the spirit set out to right this wrong.

As night fell, the second spirit was waking up within its new host body. The
young man had a strong stature and handsome features, which the spirit would
use to its advantage. The man was not far from the ruins and he could see the
fire smoke that the girls had started. He made his way towards the castle,
intent on announcing himself. The girls had made themselves pretty much at
home when the man got to the keep. Loudly he cleared throat, making the girls
jump and turn at the sound.

"Forgive me if I startled you." The man said.

"That's ok, we weren't expecting anyone to come up here." Emily explained

"I saw your camp fire smoke and came to see who was here. Who are you and what
are you here for?" the question came across to Emily as a friend.

"We are studying the history of these ruins, we're looking for the origin of
the werewolf tale. I'm Emily and this is Joyce." Replied Emily

"Hi." Was all that Joyce could muster, she found the man very attractive, and
was already falling under his spirit enhanced appeal.

"I am Vladimir, and my family ancestors used to work here when the castle was
standing." Vladimir said, looking around.

"Really, that is fascinating, please warm yourself by the fire and tell us
what you know." Emily invited.

Vladimir moved to be by the fire and sat with Emily until it was quite late.

As Vladimir told of his ancestors and their lives in the castle, Emily
listened intently, and Joyce watched as the firelight shone upon Vladimir's
face, accentuating his features. Joyce announced her tiredness and bid the two
chatters a good night, as she got ready for bed, Emily and Vladimir continued
to talk, Vladimir's powerful charm worked it's way into Emily's mind and soul.
Finally Emily retired to bed and Vladimir slept by the fireplace.

As Joyce slept easily, Emily could not. Her mind was racing with all the
imaginations of life in the castle. In each of her fantasies, Vladimir was
there, by her side. Quite against her normal self, Emily left her tent and
went to Vladimir's side, there she looked down on him, and he looked up in
return. Steadily, Emily reached out her hand and Vladimir took it without
hesitation. Hand in hand, Emily returned to her tent with Vladimir in tow.
Inside the tent, Vladimir applied extra charm, and Emily pulled him close to
kiss. The lightest touch of their lips, sent waves of pleasure through Emily.
Vladimir kissed Emily deeper and she did not resist, her mouth opened to
Vladimir and he pressed on, his tongue worked its way inside the velvet smooth
interior of Emily's mouth and explored it. Emily broke the kiss and smiled,
thinking to herself for a moment she bit her bottom lip, then she beckoned
Vladimir to her, with her index finger. As Vladimir moved towards her, Emily
turned so her back was to him. From behind Vladimir slid his arms around her
waist, and he ran his lips over the soft flesh of her neck, Emily moaned as
Vladimir rubbed his hands over her belly and up to her chest. Cupping her firm
bosom, Vladimir circled her nipples with his thumbs through her top, they
responded quickly and he gave them a slight pinching to which Emily gasped and
then giggled at. Emily reached behind Vladimir's head and pulled him down to
kiss, her tongue outstretched to greet his. As they kissed, slowly and
passionately, Vladimir began to squeeze her breasts together, quite suddenly,
her tore open the front of her top, revealing her naked breasts. Emily turned
and wrapped her hands around his neck and Vladimir lifted her up in his arms,
lips locked together they moved to the low camp bed. Vladimir laid Emily down
and knelt by her side, massaging her breasts, he tore open more of her top
until it lay on her like an unbuttoned shirt. His lips enveloped one of her
pronounced nipples and gently sucked, whilst his hand slid down her heated
body to her panties. Vladimir massaged Emily's clit through the fabric of her
knickers, slowly increasing the pressure of his fingers until Emily let out a
loud moan, Vladimir then slowly clenched her panties and lifted them away from
her body, his tongue worked feverishly on her sensitive nipple as the threads
tore on her panties. Almost fully naked and with her sex exposed to her new
lover, Emily reached down and stroked the bulge in Vladimir's trousers,
Vladimir lifted himself up so that Emily could undress him. Her fingers
wrapped around the solid meat of his member. Her tongue slowly ran it's way
along the length of his shaft until her lips met the head, Vladimir placed a
hand on Emily's head and pulled her onto his dick. For the next few minutes,
Emily sucked Vladimir's dick for all she was worth, in return Vladimir,
rewarded her with a large amount of spunk that almost made her gag. Just as
quickly as Vladimir had come, the semen was absorbed into Emily's body as a
sponge soaks up water. Emily jumped up onto Vladimir wrapping her legs around
his waist, Vladimir lowered her steadily onto his still erect member, slowly
piercing the wet folds of her fanny. Before they began the movement together,
Vladimir laid Emily down onto the campbed, here he began the slow rocking
movement that would take Emily to a sexual high that she would never attain
again with a another man. As they made love, Vladimir drew Emily's blood and
drank heavily, the throes of sexual ecstasy dulling the pain Vladimir caused.

Joyce could hear everything that was going on in Emily's tent and found
herself being turned on, quickly she concentrated on blocking every sound out
of her mind so that she could sleep. This technique brought sleep swiftly for
Joyce. As she slept a wind stirred the flaps of her tent, outside a mist had
formed on a seemingly warm night. Within the mist resided the wolf spirit, the
sound of Emily and Vladimir together had forced it to Joyce's tent, there it
slunk its way into the interior and to the bedside of Joyce. Once the mist had
fully filled the tent, did the wind outside stop. Slowly and steadily, the
mist rose to form the shape of a man, with a translucent hand, the spirit
turned Joyce so that she lay on her back. The hand stroked her elegant
features lightly so not to wake her, her mouth opened slightly and the shape
bent down to kiss her. In timing with her breathing, the spirit entered her
body in one breath, filling her soul and mind with a myriad of colours and
images. Soundly on Joyce slept, not knowing that her body was already
undergoing a change.

Neither girl woke the next morning. Emily fully drained of energy, thanks to
Vladimir and his incredible technique. Joyce slept on as the spirit made her
in its own image. The sun was setting when Joyce emerged from her tent.
Breathing deeply, she could smell the scent of flowers from across the
courtyard, the sound of her own heartbeat and the gentle breaths of a sleeping
Emily were a wonder to her. Her sight was crystal clear, and as she picked up
the coffee pot, she could feel the texture of the handle quite clearly. As
Joyce began to make the coffee, Emily walked out of her tent feeling
invigorated. She felt better than she had ever been, Vladimir had left in the
night but she wasn't too concerned with that, for she felt as if he was with
her all the time now. Together the girls sat and watched the sunset drinking
coffee and eating the small meals they had prepared.

Emily watched Joyce clean up in the twilight and felt as if she were hungry
and thirsty all at once, unsure of this feeling. Emily went to work in her
tent cataloguing the discoveries they both had made. Joyce too had a
sensation, she felt herself get stronger, and the heavy coffee can became
lighter with each passing second. Joyce placed the coffee can down by the fire
to keep warm and looked about her. She could see as if it were day in the
increasing darkness, she walked over to a large granite block that had fallen
from the ramparts of the castle, neither Emily or Joyce had moved it working
together. Joyce made a rough guess as to the block's weight, about 500kgs.
Bending her knees, Joyce knelt and clasped the block with both hands, and then
stood up slowly, the block remained in her hands. As with the coffee can, the
block of solid granite became lighter and lighter as she held it. Joyce put
the block down gently and sat on it thinking to herself. Emily came out of her
tent and moved to her side.

"What's up?" she asked

"I'm different." Joyce replied.

"How do you mean?"

"Here, I'll show you." Joyce stood and picked up the block she had been
sitting on with no strain at all.

"Wow." Emily said, as she watched Joyce hold the block above her head without
a hint of effort, something stirred in her veins. The feeling of thirst and
hunger came back stronger than before and her heart began to pound away in her
chest, then Emily realized it wasn't her heart she could hear, it was Joyce's.
Joyce suddenly dropped the block and stumbled back, breaking Emily out of her
reverie. She rushed to Joyce's side and asked what was wrong, "cramp in my
stomach" Joyce said in return through heavy breaths. Quickly the pain subsided
and Joyce said that she was ok to Emily. Joyce rubbed her belly to work away
the dull ache left by the cramp, and noticed something else there, ridges. In
her tent Joyce looked in the hair mirror at her stomach and saw that she had
somehow grown a six-pack of abs in just a few minutes. As she looked in the
mirror, she watched as the oblique muscles grew into proportion next to her
abdominal muscles, Emily poked her head in to see how Joyce was and let out a
gasp at Joyce's midriff.

Joyce quickly removed her shirt to see her pectoral muscles swell under her
breasts, her tits lifted up into a firm and petite pair that her encompassed.
Joyce took of her bra feeling no need for privacy in front of Emily, in the
mirror, she could see her back widen out as her shoulders rounded into smooth
mounds of muscle. From her shoulders the growth continued down her arms making
them swell as the muscle expanded, strength flowed through her veins as Joyce
became more and more muscular. The sudden ripping sound made them both jump
and Joyce felt the cool night air on her now muscular thigh. It had burst
through the thick material of her shorts. The tear worked its way up her leg,
stopping short of her belt, the belt itself hung on her hips as her waist had
shrunk down due to her new midriff. Joyce removed the flaps of cloth from her
leg with the slightest tug. She looked down the length of her leg backwards
and saw the huge calves that had grown there, her calves were in proportion of
her entire leg. A pain shot itself through her hands and Emily took one in her
own hand, with her arm next to Joyce's, the size was incredible, Joyce's arm
was at least 3 times the size of Emily's. The pain in her hands intensified
and as they both watched the veins bulged and that bulge ran the entire length
of her forearm, stopping at the elbow, a single vein bulged all the way up her
upper arm and into her shoulder. Virtually topless, Joyce stood, in her tent,
at 5 ft 6 inches of solid muscle, she had become a powerhouse of immeasurable
strength.

Emily reached out gingerly and pressed against the arm of Joyce, the flesh
didn't move at all, next Emily rubbed her hand up and down the length of the
arm and Joyce smiled. Joyce turned towards Emily whose hand brushed against
the firm breast, the touch of her hand made the nipple stand erect and send
pleasurable sensations down the spine of Joyce, Emily enjoyed the touch of
Joyce's tit, perhaps too much for she brought up her other hand to caress the
other firm tit. A growl emanated from Joyce and Emily looked into her eyes,
they had become ice blue and seemed to pierce Emily's gaze. Joyce reached up
to Emily's arms and ran her fingers along them. Her nails had become sharp and
pointed and tore the cloth of her shirt, drawing small amounts of blood. Fear
raced through Emily's mind as she realized what Joyce had become. A smile
quickly widened across Joyce's face, the razor sharp canines glinted in the
lamplight of the tent. Emily made a run for it out of the tent, but Joyce was
too fast for her. Her muscled body powered out of the tent and onto Emily's
back, bring her down to the ground. Turning her intended victim over, Joyce
held onto the upper arms of Emily, Emily began to cry and amidst her tears she
begged Joyce not to kill her.

"I'm not going to kill you Emily, I'm going fuck you, and as I do you'll
become like me." Snarled Joyce as she tore off Emily's top.

>>From nowhere Emily had a strength that wasn't her own, the huge bicep was
close to her arm and Emily reached out and clamped her teeth into the muscle
drawing blood. Deeply she drank of Joyce's blood feeling more and more
powerful. In return Joyce sank her own teeth into Emily's shoulder. The sudden
bite made Emily break her own bite, the wound on Joyce healed quickly and
Emily flexed her shoulder, surprised at the range of motion she had from such
a wound.

Joyce stood there breathing heavily licking her lips. Emily's blood was
absorbed by Joyce and it began it's work almost immediately, changing the
werewolf DNA to match it's needs. On the outside, Joyce watched on as her
claws became fingers with proper nails again, yet she maintained the huge and
powerful muscle she had been gifted with. Joyce's blood was spread through
Emily's system, and that itself began to rewrite Emily's DNA.

Joyce looked at Emily as the change took place on Emily, her calves slowly
bulged outwards, the growth increased until they burst through the trouser
leg, the rips from her calves were met by rips from her thighs as they mounted
increasing pressure on the fabric, the tears raced up her leg to the hem of
the trouser causing it too fall from Emily's waist. Joyce saw the hip flexor
muscles grow from her thighs to her waist. In unison, the abdominal muscles
swelled with power and strength, framed at the same time by the growing
oblique muscles. Emily's tits shrank as the pectoral muscles sprouted from
under them, as they finished growing, the shoulder muscles smoothed out and
rounded. Beginning at the shoulders, the vein of her upper arms flowed thick
with the hyper strengthened blood, as it raced down to her wrist, it was
joined by the other veins in her forearm ending at the hand. The vein remained
prominent as the expanding muscle began its growth through out the length of
her arm; Emily looked at both arms and saw they were growing simultaneously.
The remaining shirtsleeves were torn to pieces and the back of her shirt that
still clung to her body was split into two as her back became thick with
muscle. Joyce looked on as the werewolf and vampire DNA combined and
accelerated Emily's growth to monstrous proportions, her body became striated
to the extent that there were valleys between each muscle, and all the muscle
fibers were visible.

Joyce moved Emily and touched the massive pec muscle that supported soft yet
firm tissue of her tit. Extending her tongue, Joyce licked the diamond hard
nipple whilst she played with the other, her own hand working feverishly on
her own clit. Emily lifted Joyce up and kissed her, her tongue pushed through
the resisting mouth with ease, finding Joyce's tongue, Emily rolled hers
around it as she kneaded Joyce's smaller tit. After a while, Emily deemed the
snog had gone on long enough and lifted Joyce even higher, until she sat on
her shoulders. With a snap, Emily took off Joyce's sodden panties and pressed
her tongue into the wet hole of her fanny. Joyce gasped as she was rubbed to
orgasm by the powerful tongue of her colleague. Emily tasted the small trickle
of juices from Joyce and wanted more, the super strong tongue pushed ever
deeper and Joyce roared as the sensation made her have a multiple orgasm, this
produced a steady flow of love juices to which Emily drank no end. Joyce went
limp from the orgasms that coursed through her body, and Emily lowered her to
the ground, her own face shiny from the juices. Joyce looked up at her lover
and smiled, kneeling she pressed her face into Emily's crotch, sniffing the
love juice smell that came from there. Joyce tore open the knickers to show
the neatly trimmed hair of the sodden fanny, the lubricated lips opened easily
as Joyce dove her tongue in with eagerness like she had never had before.
Emily's juices flowed easier and as she licked, Joyce swallowed time after
time, Emily threw her head back and moaned loudly as Joyce licked faster and
faster. The juices that Joyce swallowed made her stronger and bigger, combined
DNA worked to make her faster and stronger. Emily looked down as Joyce
continued to eat her pussy and smiled as she saw Joyce get bigger, her back
widened and solidified, her shoulders sprouted upwards and her arms expanded
to accommodate the new muscle, Emily placed one leg over Joyce's shoulder and
pulled her end in deeper. Both of Joyce's hand clamped the massive glutes of
Emily when she did this and Joyce began to stand. At full height, Emily rode
Joyce's tongue as Joyce drank more of Emily's love juices. Emily went limp
from the orgasms she was having and Joyce placed her on the ground, lying on
the hard stone floor of the castle court yard, they embraced and kissed, now
of equal strength and size, Emily and Joyce caressed each other through out
the night.

As the sun rose, Joyce suddenly made a move for the tent, but Emily stopped
her.

"We can live in daylight, we are both werewolf and vampire." She said with
confidence.

"Really," Joyce questioned

"But what if we can't?" she asked urgently.

"Then I will die in the knowledge and in the arms of the one who gave me the
best love she ever could." Emily said, looking into Joyce's eyes.

Joyce held Emily and kissed her passionately, as she did, her hand moved down
the muscled side of Emily and into the warm crotch, where it played and
brought Emily to orgasm. At their feet the sun shone on them as they made love
over and over again.