New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont and Welsh Werewolf Magog Rhys Petley

June 3, 2013 at 3:35 am (Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

New Orleans Vampiress Angelique Dumont and Welsh Werewolf Magog Rhys Petley

There she was- in an elegant blue evening dress at the back of a 1950s black Cadillac getting her photos taken by a photographer.

New Orleans vampiress Angelique Dumont.

An actress and a songstress who had performed in several West London musicals.

A vampiress who had the ability to walk in the daylight thanks to a special sunblock invented for her by Set Enterprises’ scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher.

Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley (an ardent fan of Miss Dumont) felt himself becoming sexually excited as soon as he saw her.

And sexual excitement for him meant the possibility of turning into a werewolf (even without the presence of a full moon) due to the peculiar variation of lycanthropy gene he carried within his DNA.

But fortunately he happened to be carrying a carton of buttermilk with him which he immediately started drinking.

For there was something in buttermilk that acted as an antidote to his peculiar form of lycanthropy.

“Magog,” Angelique greeted him.

“My darling Angelique,” Magog kissed her long black leather glove covered hand and immediately started having fantasies about being a submissive at the hands of such an exquisitely delectable dominatrix.

“I’ve heard that the British government is sending you to Syria as an envoy to get the government and the opposition to attend peace talks in Geneva,” Angelique noted.

“Yes, this mission will probably be as successful as my last peace mission almost 2 years ago now which ended in total failure,” Magog looked downcast.

During that mission, the Syro-Phoenician vampiress Astarte had appeared to him while he was talking to Syrian President Bashar Assad and becoming sexually aroused, he had turned into a werewolf in President Assad’s presence.

Needless to say the meeting did not go over well and the talks ended in failure.

“I’m sure this mission of yours will be much more successful,” Angelique gently kissed him on the cheek.

As Magog felt a huge erection coming on, he bowed to Angelique and thanked her and hurried down the street hastily finishing his carton of buttermilk.

To be continued.

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