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Medvezhyegorsk, Russia

Medvezhyegorsk in 1810 wasn’t even big enough to be called a town. At the north end of Lake Onega, far beyond St. Petersburg, the town was nothing but a small farming collective.

About a mile out of the village was the farm of Lauri Juutilainen and his wife Tarja and daughter Yelena. They were ethnically Karelians, as were many in the area. But, they of course also spoke Russian.

One Russian Dimitri Popov, twenty, would walk out to their farm every second day to help in Summer. Now in the midst of winter he still made occasional sorties if only to see Yelena.

Yelena was eighteen and should have already been married, but her father was jealous of her and kept her close.

Their house was wooden, two storeys high, a very high pitched roof to be rid of snow. Inside it was in effect one large room with a fire in the middle. There was an iron pot above the fire, suspended on a tripod. This was their ‘stove’ and it was remarkable what meals Tarja worked out of such simple foundations.

“Kuibo elät? (How are you?)” Lauri asked when he saw Dimitri.

“I’ve not yet mastered Karelian Dimitri said. He did know such simply phrases but he really refused to speak anything but Russian.

Lauri raised his eyebrow, but let him in.

Tarja smiled when she saw who it was.

“Is Yelena in?” he asked as he went over to the fire to warm himself.

“She is…,” Lauri said. He didn’t particularly like the young Russian but his wife had argued with him it was time to let their daughter go… before she got too old.

“Yelena?” Tarja called.

“Coming, mama,” Yelena said from the loft (her bedroom was a half-floor loft that at one end over-looked the one room house. In a modern house this might have been called a mezzanine level.

Yelena blushed when she saw Dimitri had come to see her (he wasn’t just here to do work, but this was a genuine ‘social call’).

The problem was for the hour they were ‘together’ so were her parents.

At the end Dimitri bade her farewell, thanked her parents for the tea he’d been given and then he left.

He’d only travelled a wee way when something drew his attention…

He saw a clump in the snow and went over to it, slushing through some deep drift to get to it…

It was a woman.

…He carried her back to the house.

“Who are you?” Lauri asked as the stranger opened her eyes.

“Nyavka,” she said in a strange accent.

“Where are you from?” Lauri asked.

“Carpathia…”

“Where is that?” Lauri asked.

“That’s far to the south,” Dimitri said—he knew for he had traveled much around Russia.

“Is this true?” Lauri asked.

Nyavka nodded slowly.

“Then what is she doing here?” Tarja asked.

“I…,” Nyavka tried to sit up but collapsed back.

“What shall we do?” Yelena asked.

“We should get rid of her..,” Tarja said.

“Get rid of her?” Dimitri gasped.

“Are you mad, woman?” Lauri snapped.

“I… I don’t like her…!” Tarja said, sensing something not quite right.

“Carry her upstairs!” Lauri said to Dimitri.

“You, go make a bed!” Lauri said to Tarja. She knew not to argue.

Yelena’s bed was a proper mattress—straw stuffed. A bag was laid down next to it and this was filled by Tarja with more straw… And Dimitri laid the stranger down upon it. The only had a single spare blanket and this was folded over into double and laid over her pale body.

“What are we going to do with her?” Tarja asked.

“We will figure that out tomorrow…,” Lauri said.

“It’s the right thing to do…,” Dimitri said as they went back down…

“What’s that?” Lauri asked.

“Looking after her…,” Dimitri said.

Lauri just nodded once.

“You best be getting home before it’s dark…,” Lauri added and Dimitri hooded in reply… he got the hint.

Nyavka rose in the night and slid into Yelena’s bed, moving up behind her.

Yelena woke.

“You smell nice…,” Nyavka said as she pressed her nose into the back of Yelena’s neck.

“You’re so cold…,” Yelena said.

“I don’t feel it…”

“You don’t?”

“No… Not really…”

“But you were barely alive when…” Yelena began.

“I was hungry…”

“You’re not now?”

“No…” Nyavka smiled.

An hour earlier Nyavka had made her way into the barn. A cow lay in a straw-filled stall and barely noticed as she climbed onto it.

She pressed her thighs down onto it. Her naked body pushed suddenly down.

The cow felt a sharp sting.

Two small rivulets of blood flowed down its side from where Nyavka’s crotch pressed against its flesh. Nyavka fed.

Flat chested, but long hair, and small frameShe was small in shape, one might have mistaken her for someone much younger. But Nyavka was a being centuries old. She was incredibly clever, from having lived so long she’d accumulated so much knowledge. She was also very very strong.

She pressed against Yelena.

“You’re cold!” Yelena gasped.

“You smell so nice…,” Nyavka whispered. She could have eaten Yelena up.

In the morning Nyavka made her excuses to go to the toilet but instead returned to the barn.

The cow was there, a congealed wound on its back. She went instead to the horse. She was impressed these poor peasants owned such a creature. It was a male. She thought of arousing it… if its large cock entered her she’d clamp down on it and feed from that…

She inhaled its scent and ran her hand over its body.

“Hello!” Dimitri said as he entered the barn.

She turned around.

He approached “You’re up?” he said (as the last time he’d seen her she was lying unconscious).

As he approached he saw the horse’s cock hanging out…

“He get’s excited!” Dimitri laughed not knowing that she’d in fact drawn it out.

She smiled at him… like a predator about to pounce.

“You’re very handsome…,,” she smiled.

As she gazed into his eyes his eyes fluttered. She was imposing her will on him and he didn’t notice as she undressed him—taking off his pants. She got him to get hard.

She lead him over to some hay and drew him onto it. He lay down. She hitched up her dress and quickly stepped over him.

He looked up and saw her pussy open up, and the small needle like ‘fangs’ inside of her.

“What the hell?” he gasped.

She sank quickly down onto him, taking him inside.

“Get off me!” he cried.

She clamped down on him, her ‘fangs’ cut into him.

“Ow!” he yelped as he felt his cock flesh pierced by a dozen needles.

She began to feed.

In his pain he had a rush of adrenalin and he bucked up into the air but she stayed atop of him.

He rolled to the side but she hooked her legs around his butt.

Somehow he got to his knees.

She pushed up onto him, her crotch sucking at his life.

His eyes fluttered and he fell.

She lay there with him sucking his blood.

He couldn’t move. He looked into her eyes, pleading, helpless…

She smiled.

Her eyes kept on his and she compelled him to stay hard so she could feed.

He couldn’t help but lie there erect.

She drew up off of him and he wheezed.

She could have drained him but now she ‘turned him’… He staggered away, her slave. It was unfortunate that he was so weak… He fell only a few hundred yards from his home in the village.

He lay there for some time. However someone found him, and he survived.

None of that mattered to Nyavka.

Nyavka returned to the house flushed with the young man’s energy.

Yelena sat in a wooden tub, having a bath. Her firm 36C breasts sitting just above the water.

Her father sat near-by, his back to her as he carved at some wood with a small knife.

Her mother stirred the pot, with lunch inside it.

Nyavka gazed at Yelena. Nyavka had been that young once.

“Close the door!” Tarja snapped.

Nyavka realised she’d been pre-occupied by Yelena’s beauty.

Nyavka closed the door.

Yelena stood up, dripping naked and her mother handed her a very large cloth that served as a towel.

Nyavka gawked.

All through lunch Nyavka toyed with food she couldn’t consume. When she could she disposed of it a little at a time to give the impression she had eaten.

That night she climbed again into Yelena’s bed. Yelena this time rolled over to face her.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Nyavka asked.

“That’s personal…,” Yelena said… but as she gazed into Nyavka’s eyes she nodded. “Yes…”

“Have you not thought of lying with a man?”

“I… um…,” she didn’t think this was the right type of conversation to have, but something about Nyavka’s eyes boring into her…

“Um.. yes…”

“A man inside of you… can give you much pleasure…,” Nyavka said.. Though for her the pleasure was different.

“Have you… Um… Ever…?” Yelena asked.

“Yes… Many times…”

“What’s it like…?”

“It is exciting… A man… so full of desire for you… It is kind of the ultimate compliment to a woman…”

“Oh?”

“Have you ever… thought of being with a woman?”

“No!” Yelena gasped “That… That’s a sin…”

“A sin!” Nyavka chortled.

“I want you to lay with that boy of yours…” Nyavka said.

“Dimitri?”

“Yes…”

“But… My parents…”

“You must do it soon…”

“But we’re not even married.”

“Married!” Nyavka laughed scornfully

Nyavka loved sin and getting Yelena to lose it with Dimitri would be such a beautiful sin, and she knew it would hurt her parents… That kind of pain, and misery would make Nyavka happy.

Nyavka kissed Yelena and then made her sleep.

Two days later, and in the morning Yelena and Nyavka both went to the barn.

“I want to show you something…,” Nyavka said as she peeled off her dress.

“Nyavka! What are you doing?”

Nyavka drew close to her and then pushed Yelena back to the ground.

“Hey!” Yelena cried.

Nyavka grabbed Yelena’s foot, opened her legs.

“What are you doing?”

“This!” Nyavka said as she got down and tried to press her crotch against Yelena’s.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Just then Dimitri appeared at the barn door.

“Dimitri! Help me!” Yelena called.

“I can’t!” he said hanging his head.

A part of him wanted to. But another said “don’t interfere with Nyavka’s plans…”

Nyavka redoubled her effort and pulling at Yelena’s legs finally got .

She pushed hard against Yelena

“Ow!” Yelena cried as she felt a sharp sting.

And then Nyavka fed.

As she did the fight seeped out of Yelena and soon Yelena lay there placidly as Nyavka sucked.

She rose up off Yelena.

“Come… You know what to do…” Nyavka said.

“Yes…”

Dimitri went to Yelena and pulled his pants off. He looked down at her already bleeding pussy.

He got down onto the ground and mounted Yelena.

Once he began humping her Nyavka slipped out of the barn and went to the house to tell her parents.

Nyavka returned with them just as Dimitri came…

Nyavka grinned as she watched the chaos… The fight. The cries of horror and disgust. She revelled in their shock.

Dimitri was literally caught with his pants down, but he was younger, stronger than Lauri.

All the while Yelena lay there ively.

Nyavka found a pitchfork.

“Here!” she said to Lauri. He looked at her.

“Use it! Defend your daughter’s honour!”

Dimitri was shocked when he heard Nyavka say this.

“But…you…?” he began, pleading to Nyavka

Lauri, the tools of anger in hand attacked.

Nyavka only left after it was over.

Blood. Chaos. So much sin.

She had a full belly.

It was enough.

She moved on to other realms to cause more harm.

It had been a good time for her…