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A lone, cold stare from the yellow-white moon peered wordlessly over the bleakness of the Carpathian Mountains, with only the faint howls of the wolves who sought both food and shelter from the wintry winds and faint snowfall threatening to blanket the Transyl-Romanian countryside; indeed, this rule by Nature herself was tolerated if not fully accepted and celebrated. Warmth from the newly-established April spring only made a brief presence in the stillness and chill of the mountains.

Far into the inner depths of the Carpathians, only partially hidden from the ominous, inclement weather, stood a large castle, as dark as the blackest night that saw no starlight, nor any other form of illumination save for the inscrutable display of the orbiting moon itself. A beam of thin, concentrated light coursed its way from the depths of outer space, striking a turret on the castle’s right side. It pierced the stained glass window and spread around the posh room housed within. The resulting color display took on a very subdued atmosphere, with the strongest beam focused on an elaborately adorned elongated closed mahogany box resting quitely near the fireplace.

Designed on the box were swaying carved curves accentuated with depictions of female figures, all naked and eternally young, rendered in extreme detail right down to the lushly hairy pubic regions and well-endowed breasts, their faces showing torment and anguish. To the owner of the box, no expense was spared irregardless of decency and good taste.

On the lid of the box a carved and ruby-jeweled pentagram sat nearest the head of the lid. It had what appeared to be reddish wings on either side, and it was here that the beam of cold moonlight concentrated itself, causing the box to shift slightly.

Within a brief moment of time, a long creaking noise emenated from the box as the lid slowly rose open. For one long minute this continued until the box finally exposed the occupant inside, for it was in actuality a resting casket. The occupant was a tall, slender blonde young-looking woman, her giant breasts heaving imperceptibly with every slow breath she drew in. Her hair was very short, nearly shaved on the side and the rest sticking up wildly.

Each second passed as she struggled to open her eyes, blissfully unaware of the brief sense of chill in the room, as she was totally nude. That chill disappeared with the sudden heat from the crackling fire sending its warmth all about the room, with the box receiving the most concentrated amount.

Though she laid in her casket for several minutes after finally getting her blue eyes to function, the young woman smiled dreamily as she stared at the glow on the high ceiling. Soon her time drew to her, she realized with a bit of smug pride, and with her energy at full level she sat upwards and swiftly strode out of the casket. Standing at her full height, she soaked in the warmth and glow her fireplace provided.

The glow highlighted her large breasts and amply hirsute lower region, all gazed by her strong blue eyes. Grabbing a long unlit torch, she ignited it and walked toward the main window in her antechamber, making her way to the large shape of the moon that shone inside. Ignoring the burst of cold air that hit her, the young woman stood on the balcony and looked out beyond the peaks of the Carpathian mountains. Far below her majestic dwelling laid a humble little town, no bigger than a farming community save for the two large incongruous factories looming on either side of the town.

Sensing the amount of activity in the hamlet, a sweet taste formed from her imagination to her mouth as she licked her lush dark purple-red lips. A smile creased her otherwise youthful face, for the taste of her desire was close at hand.

And the taste, she knew, was deliciously female . . .
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Far out of the reaches of the Carpathian Mountains, the sounds of clattering hooves, wagon wheels, and purring motor cars echoed all around the formerly quite hamlet as the new dawn’s light struck the streets. Soon this was followed by the clamor of the modern factories commencing with the day’s manufacturing duties. These particular factories produced various items needed to maintain the lives and luxuries afforded the citizens by the American company whose sound business acumen and solid faith-based principles led to steady employment and generours financial income both commercial and private. And it was such a profitable venture that many American citizens took up temporary residency in the Romanian town, where they interacted amicably with the native populace, never enforcing their ways on the citizens of the country.

In the town’s main square, people both native Romanian and emigre American were gathering about to do their everyday chores and fun activities, blissfully unaware if not completely ignorant of the black-grey castle just hiding within the majestic coldness of the Carpathian Mountains. Farmers bought the tools for their occupation, housewives shopped for the food and other pleasantries they desired, c***dren played games on the way to school, and the factory operators and supervisors saw to the lifeling of the modern, even futuristic machines inside the steel-and-concrete enclosures.

None of this hubbub of happy, idyllic clamor escaped the notice of the young woman striding into the little bookstore; she’d already unlocked the door and switched the sign from “closed” to “open.” Glancing around the interior to check her stock of fantastic literature (chiefly science fiction, epic fantasy, endless streams of comic books, and sundry occult memorabilia), her brown eyes twinkled with some satisfaction as the new day’s business seemed ready to commence.

Sitting at her desk/cash register desk, the young woman ran her long fingers through her dark-brown shoulder-lenght feathered hair, which matched the smart blue-and-red pantsuit housing her ample buxomy figure. Since the day was predicted to be unusually warm given the region, she stood up and in one swift move, opened the door to allow the fresh spring air to permeate all about the store, soaking in the early April air.

For a brief second, a sense of boredom overtook her as she waited her first customer, but one ring from her phone snapped her out of it. Racing back to her desk, she grabbed the phone, speaking in a soft southern American accent.

“Hello, thank you for calling Elizabeth’s Enchanting Books. This is Elizabeth, may I help you?” A pause. “Uhm, no, I’m sorry, I really haven’t any back issues of Playboy.” Another pause. “Yes, I do have Heavy Metal, Epic Illustrated, Creepy, Vampirella, and some Italian erotic comix. Yes, you’re very welcome. Bye-bye.” As she hung up the phone, Elizabeth took a moment or so to do some people-watching as she waited for some customers to purchase the tomes of fantasy from her modest store.

Ten minutes later a trio of middle-aged men stepped into the store, their eyes boggling with delight at the wares in front of them. Like many in the town, these gentlemen arrived from the USA, specifically the Bensonhurst section of New York. All were of medium height; one wore his black hair in a bowl-shaped style, another was bald with his frizzy long brown hair hanging almost past his shoulders, and the third bore heavy resemblance to the first man, with his oily black hair parted in the middle, which complimented his large bulbous nose. They were dressed in ratty suits, with varying degrees of cleanliness. A smile formed on Elizabeth’s face upon seeing the trio.

“Hey guys, what brings you here?” she asked warmly.

“Oh, we was just out trying to drum up some business,” replied the first man. “Say, you ain’t seen nothin’ weird around here, have ya?”

“Sorry Moe, nothing out of the usual apart from the fact that hardly anyone comes into the store.” A sad sigh escaped Elizabeth.

“Gee, I’m sorry to hear that, doll. Things’ll pick up, you’ll see.” Moe turned to his frizzy-haired companion. “Hey Larry, see how much dough we got.”

Larry rummaged in his coat pocket audibly.

“Hmmm, lemme see here . . . hey Moe, I think I found ten bucks here.”

“That’s good, porcupine.” Moe next looked to the other man. “What about you, Shemp?”

“Hey, I ain’t no ATM.”

“No. You’re a D-U-D, you sap!” Moe slapped Shemp’s head lightly. “Get finding there.”

As Moe and his friends continued foraging their coat pockets, a very strong sense of desirous longing overtook Elizabeth. She moved away from the trio and stood outside the store, suddenly focusing her eyes on the distant splendor of the Carpathian Mountains. In particular, she stared in fascination at the majestic castle housed within the peaks and valleys.

That desire she felt coursed itself all over her body.

The song was softly calling her, but her time was not yet . . .

High up in the castle within the Carpathians, the young blonde beauty stood on the now-warmed balcony overlooking the integrated small, cosmopolitan town below. Her eyes twinkled with increasing satisfaction and delight, for she knew the one she desired for herself awaited for the perfect moment in time.

Several long minutes later, she spun around and strode into her antechamber, right toward a maple dresser with a very ornate jeweled mirror. Admiring her naked, shapely body for a brief minute, she opened one of the top drawers and grabbed a soft scrubbing hand cloth. After closing the drawer, she walked to a side door leading into a spacious shower.

Her cloth in hand, the young beauty cranked up the soothing hot water amply supplied from the secret storage tanks that held her every whim at her command. The heat of the first stream brought a warm, dreamy sensation as she soaped and scrubbed her body. Soon she drifted into an intense fantasy regarding the one true love of her life, contemplating all the possibilites and ambitions her fertile imagination would conjure.

The fantasy which began innocuously grew in strength and intensity, until she could no longer hold herself back. She felt her pearly-white eyeteeth lengthen and sharpen as the feel of female pleasure gradually escalated to its crescendo. The shower’s ongoing cascade was matched by a gush of orgasmatic wetness, as a soft roar left her luscious mouth. Her long fingers were doused with a concentrated rush of fluid coursing from her drenched yet still hairy crotch, and her nostrils detected the aroma she knew emenated from the town far below.

After she ended her shower, the young woman dried herself off and stared into the foggy mirror in the bathroom. The taste she so wantonly craved proved great, and she licked her long sharp eyeteeth, ready to make her move and seek out the one who would serve her purpose.

Her slave.

Her accomplice.

Her friend.

Her bride . . .
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Elizabeth shook herself out of her reverie long enough to return to her bookshop, where the boys were causally browsing around and deciding what to buy with the paltry petty cash Larry found in his less-than-immaculate sportscoat. The boys looked in every box of magazines, comic books, and science fiction/fantasy paperbacks; their eyes proved bigger than their wallets but Elizabeth smiled warmly at her three friends. Since very few people bought excessive merchandise from her store, her kind heart took pity on the guys.

“Say boys, I can let you have any amount of books you want for the ten bucks,” she offered, her smile widening.

Moe, Larry, and Shemp huddled together in a quick conference.

“Yeah, and we can get back to work,” replied Larry.

Curiosity struck Elizabeth’s brain.

“I’d like to ask you something, boys. What kind of business are you in?”

“Well, ma’am, we was sworn to secrecy about our jobs here in Romania,” said Moe.

“Yeah, with real swear words, too,” added Larry.

“So if we say those words, we’d get busted,” replied Shemp. “By the FCC.” That last remark earned him another slap from Moe, this time with greater force.

“Okay boys, no worries. Thanks for the business, guys. See you soon?”

“It’s our pleasure. Stay good, okay?” uttered Moe.

“Thanks again, guys.” With Elizabeth’s last words the trio departed the store.

For the next several hours until the approach of darkness, the store remained relatively quiet, and it seemed likely that Elizabeth had yet another long day ahead. Just as she was about to close for her meal as well as the day, however, the door opened and closed rapidly. This was followed by the sight of a young woman, her blonde hair very short-cropped, slender yet well-endowed figure only hidden by the smart black T-shirt, blue jeans, and high-top sneakers. Her jewelry consisted of a pentagram necklace and earrings sporting the same design. Incongruously, a long brown cloak d****d her shoulders, while her eyes were covered by aviator sunglasses.

Elizabeth wasn’t one to turn a potential customer away, so she hesitated in closing the store and thus acted the smart owner on which she prided herself.

“Hi, may I help you?”

The young blonde woman flung off her sunglasses, flashing her strong blue eyes.

“Yes, hi. I called your store about some magazines you might have. You said you don’t have any Playboys, right?” Elizabeth took notice of the woman’s dark red lips.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I don’t have any Playboys. Are you interested in our other magazines?”

“Well, I am a Vampirella fan. You said you have a bunch of her magazines, am I right?”

“Sure do.” A handshake was made. “Hi, I’m Elizabeth.”

“Hi Elizabeth, I’m glad to meet you. I’m Lindsey.” An electric stirring echoed all over the store, primarily from the two young ladies now holding hands.

“So, uh, Lindsey, what issues of Vampirella are you looking for?” asked Elizabeth.

Lindsey drew herself nearer Elizabeth, smiling slightly.

“Oh, anything that strikes my . . . interest.”

An hour was spent with Elizabeth and Lindsey rummaging through every Vampirella back issue available, all the while the conversation becoming increasingly casual. Lindsey, in particular, sensed a type of beauty she knew Elizabeth had, and she licked the inside of her mouth, just touching the smooth eyeteeth she carefully hid from view for the moment.

Elizabeth, too, felt a twinge of more than friendship for Lindsey; her earlier gaze at the castle housed in the Carpathian Mountains was as if she’d prayed to her own god. That very prayer was answered in the form of the lovely blonde woman sharing time and commerce together.

After the Vampirella magazines were totaled and purchased, Lindsey continued to look into Elizabeth’s soul as she worked the courage to ask a special favor.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Elizabeth didn’t hesitate one moment.

“Sure. Where would you like to go?”

The two exchanged smiles.

Soon the time would be perfect.

For one, or for the other.

Or for both.
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With the bookstore closed for the day, Lindsey and Elizabeth stepped outside into the cool evening air and walked toward a white Mustang sports car. Elizabeth was impressed by the sleek vehicle, since she had to walk to work from her tiny apartment twelve blocks away.

“Hop in,” said Lindsey. “I’m taking you someplace special.”

Elizabeth climbed into the passenger side and promptly buckled up. She noticed that her companion resumed wearing her sunglasses, though it was well near sunset. In fairness the setting sun did cause a good amount of glare through the windshield, and Elizabeth thought about kicking herself for forgetting her own sunglasses.

The Mustang drove up a long winding thin road, straight into the heart of the Carpathian Mountains toward the castle Elizabeth glanced at much earlier in the day. It was as if her prayer led her into a fairy-tale world of enchantment. Suddenly she noticed Lindsey licking her red lips; it was assumed that Lindsey hadn’t eaten very much all day due to her work, whatever it might be that she does.

Soon the car crossed a bridge leading to the castle’s main entrance, yet drove onwards to the garage in front of them. The Mustang was a new car, after all, and the insurance would be quite astronomical yet somehow this escaped Elizabeth’s attention, and she didn’t want to pry into Lindsey’s financial affairs.

The girls exited the car and the garage closed automatically. Lindsey then led Elizabeth to the entrance of the castle and upon stepping over the threshold, dazzling splendor cascaded into and amazed the eyes of Elizabeth. She licked her lips in excitement.

“What do you think of my place? You like it?” asked Lindsey.

“Wow, it’s beautiful. How did you come by it?”

There was a brief pause before an answer reached Elizabeth’s ears.

“Oh . . . let’s just say it’s a big part of me. Come on,” said Lindsey, taking Elizabeth’s hand. “Almost time to have our dinner.”

They walked from the main foyer into a very spacious kitchen, complete with all the modern appliances and convienencies necessary for domestic comfort. Within a minute they looked into the refrigerator, hoping to spark a culinary idea.

“Hmm . . . what am I in the mood to make?” queried Lindsey softly to herself. She glanced to her friend. “Hey Elizabeth, what’s your favorite thing to eat?”

“I like mostly anything. I’m not too fussy, so whatever you make is cool with me. Besides, this is probably the first good, fresh home-cooked meal I’ve had in days. Mostly it’s either I go out to cafes and fast food joints, or else it’s days-old leftovers whenever I do cook, which ain’t really all that often.”

“Not a problem, I can make some Italian if you like,” said Lindsey.

“Great, I love Italian. Mind if I help you make it?”

An hour later Lindsey and Elizabeth prepared a nice spaghetti dinner, and made their way from the kitchen to a smaller dining room. On the table there was red wine and warm bread, the sight of which further delighted Elizabeth to no end. That delight didn’t escape Lindsey’s amorous notice.

“Allow me,” said Lindsey as she sat Elizabeth down first, then herself.

“Thanks. Such a great hostess.”

Dinner commenced with little need for ceremony. The conversation started off very casual, with Elizabeth initiating some basic topics.

“So Lindsey, how long have you lived here?”

“Most of my life. I love living here but it does get too quiet and lonely at times. What about you?”

“Oh, I’ve lived in town about five years, since the company that owns the factory decided to send some of the execs and workers here. Me and a bunch of our friends and family followed them. It ain’t fun being away from family. Speaking of which, what about your family?”

Lindsey sighed hard and sad.

“My parents died when I was young and I’ve had to make it on my own. I don’t go into town all that often, and in fact I rarely leave here at all. At least not in the daytime.”

Elizabeth felt a twinge of compassion for her dining mate.

“Oh wow, I’m sorry to hear that. At least your husband takes cares of you, right?”

“I don’t have a husband. I had a wife.”

“I meant no offense.”

“Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. Yeah, she and I were together quite a long time. At the time of her passing, she and I were talking about our future legacy.”

“Did you have any k**s?” asked Elizabeth.

Another forlorn sigh escaped Lindsey.

“We talked about c***dren, but she felt it wasn’t the right time for us.” She paused. “Sorry, I’m just going on and on about myself.”

“No, go on. I’d like to know more, if that’s okay.”

“You noticed earlier that I wear sunglasses when I go out at night? Well, I’m sort of . . . allergic to bright sunlight. The night’s my favorite time, and I dig autumn out of all the seasons. Full moons are also my favorite things to see.”

Elizabeth’s curiosity grew in powerful intensity.

“Lindsey, how did your wife die?”

“If I told you, you promise not to laugh?”

“Promise,” replied Elizabeth solemnly. “Unless, of course, you’d rather not.”

“Thanks,” said Lindsey, taking her friend’s hand and in the process, spilling a three-fourths-full bottle of wine on Elizabeth as well as the table and floor. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” she yelled, causing Elizabeth to jump up out of the chair.

“Oh shit, it’s all my fault,” lamented Elizabeth. “All over your dining room floor and table too. Shit!”

“No, no, it’s not your fault. Let’s get you cleaned up. A shower will help.”

“I’ll be glad to take you up on that offer, sweetie.”

For one long moment did Lindsey and Elizabeth stop and gaze into each other’s eyes, and in one quick motion they locked lips together, their mutual desire slowly coming to fruition. At first their kiss was soft, almost playful but then escalated in earnest. Lost in the experience, Elizabeth thrust her tongue into Lindsey’s own mouth and for the first time, felt the smooth sharpness of the eyeteeth. But she put aside all confusion; this new feeling of love is what she’d wanted for a liftetime.

Lindsey knew the time of her plan was fast approaching, and thus she moved her lips from Elizabeth just long enough to speak.

“Come on, I’ll lead you to the shower room.”
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Lindsey led Elizabeth to the shower room, giving a tour of the castle in the process. There was so much to take in, and Elizabeth grew very awed and overwhelmed by all her eyes could see. So many questions formed but the time to ask them all wasn’t to be taken.

Several long minutes later, feeling a little out of breath, Elizabeth found herself in a large antechamber of the castle, with a spacious balcony overlooking the Carpathians and the small town far below. The nighttime sky and the large full moon sung to her, but first she needed that shower to clean herself up.

“The shower’s over here, Elizabeth. Help yourself to some towels and a robe in there,” said Lindsey. “And I’m really sorry for ruining your clothes like that.”

Elizabeth took Lindsey’s hand and held it tight.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Lindsey. I’ll be in the shower, okay?”

With that said, the brunette beauty entered the shower room and stripped off her wine-stained garments, admiring her figure in the mirror as she did so. A cool mist hit her large breasts and stiffened her nipples as she removed her bra and panties; she then massaged her hairy crotch in warming pleasure.

As she stood in the shower and turned on the water, Elizabeth thought more and more about Lindsey, particularly her unusually sharp eyeteeth and her luscious dark red lips. Then she began scrubbing her body with the bar of soap and cloth in the stall, lost in her own hot desirous dreams. So lost, in fact, that she didn’t hear the bathroom door open up. The quiet footsteps went unheard until a low splash of water reached her ears. Her body felt a warm, feminine touch that rubbed all over her body, followed by a kiss on her neck and right ear.

Soon Elizabeth turned around and beheld Lindsey, beautiful and naked as she was. It was now or never for both.

“Mind if I join you, Liz?” asked Lindsey.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” She kissed Lindsey warmly.

The women embraced each other as their lips once again met and locked together, their bodies getting soaked by the running shower cascading just above them. Then Elizabeth moved her lips toward Lindsey’s gigantic breasts and hard nipples, causing Lindsey to quiver and tremble uncontrollably. From the breasts Elizabeth coursed her mouth to her lover’s drenched hairy crotch, and her tongue slid into the throbbing vaginal orifice, stimulating her most sensitive feature.

This went on for several long minutes, as Lindsey’s self control diminished rapidly until at last, she could tolerate no more. A gush of liquid more powerful than the running water above flowed onto Elizabeth’s face and in her mouth, as a loud roar escaped Lindsey’s mouth.

Lindsey stood Elizabeth upright and kissed her again.

“Wow, that was fantastic,” she cooed. “My turn.”

Slowly she spun Elizabeth around and massaged her body again, making her way to Elizabeth’s own soaked hairy crotch. Elizabeth felt Lindsey’s long fingers stimluate her own throbbing feature, and then Lindsey entered into Elizabeth’s vaginal opening. Softly at first, but soon increasing in raw, unbridled desire, Lindsey’s strong fingers drove Elizabeth to the brink as every thrust pounded Elizabeth’s sensitive area repeatedly . . . then the blonde beauty opened her luscious mouth, readying the sharp eyeteeth for the kill. Simultaneously a burst of female ejaculation rushed from Elizabeth even as Lindsey plunged her teeth into her bride’s neck, tasting the fresh blood going into her mouth.

A primal scream left Elizabeth as she felt the initial pangs of transformation; her own eyeteeth lengthened to a level comparable to Lindsey’s and yet, she knew, this wasn’t a moment to be feared. No, Elizabeth welcomed this new change and the dark twinkle in her brown eyes told her to take her new love to unparalleled heights. Swiftly the brunette bride spun around and grabbed Lindsey’s short blonde hair and plunged her new fangs into the strong, feminine neck in front of her, while her fingers stimulated her black-haired crotch hard, fast, and repeatedly.

Again Lindsey lost control of her wetness, gushing out another strong burst of desire onto Elizabeth’s pounding fingers, grunting in ecstasy. By the time the shower was turned off, both women were rendered breathless from the intense consummation of their mutual wanton lust. Trickles of blood dripped from the small holes in their necks, but their mouths kept the taste of their feminine streams of lust.

“Wow . . . that was fantastic, beautiful,” said Lindsey sweetly as she kissed her bride.

Elizabeth held Lindsey close to her, staring into her eyes in unsatisfied desire.

“You’re incredible, Lindsey. And more.”

They dried each other off with the plush towels in the linen closet, with Elizabeth giddily ignoring the robe previously offered by Lindsey. Once their hair was brushed, they emerged from the steaming shower room into the main antechamber, where Lindsey led Elizabeth’s eyes to the white, shimmering moon signalling to them on the adjacent balcony. Hand in hand, they walked to the balcony and, still lost in their newfound romance, stared at the glimmering orb looming above the mountains and the town.

“The warm light from our love is bright, Elizabeth. It’s calling us to take of the ritual I’d long planned. Look into me and let me join you in our nuptual. I want you to be my bride, and I know you want me to be your bride. And so much more.” Lindsey took Elizabeth’s hands as the latter knelt down. “Elizabeth, will you accept my proposal and join me in wedlock?”

A warm, glowing smile emenated from Elizabeth, the glimmer from her powerful polished eyeteeth reaching her lover’s eyes.

“I, Elizabeth Ann, take you, Miss Lindsey, to be my bride . . . my lovely wife.”

Lindsey bent down and kissed her spouse passionately.

“I love you so very much.” She paused. “I, Miss Lindsey, take you, Elizabeth Ann, to be my bride, my lover, my beautiful wife. For now and for all time till the last days are done.”
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The night was still young, and Lindsey felt the need to gaze out at the town from the starry sky. Summoning forth a dose of willpower, two sleek, leathery wings sprouted from her strong, sensuous back, impressing Elizabeth to no end. Sensing this, Lindsey gently took her wife’s hands and lifted themselves from the smooth balcony,

“You can do this, honey. Concentrate and let yourself be one with me. You and me, joined with each other. Ours is the time.”

Closing her eyes, Elizabeth’s back tensed to the point of pain until at last, strong wings of her own grew from her shoulders. Desire filled Elizabeth’s nude body again, so she licked her red lips and sharp eyeteeth as the brides took instant flight.

Fingers interlocked, the twosome soared high above even the peaks of the Carpathians and soon they swooped down toward the sleeping town; its citizens were unaware of the potential calamity sure to await them. First they coasted past the bookstore where they’d met only scant hours before, and later past the building where Elizabeth’s friends Moe, Larry, and Shemp both lived and worked. Seeing the three men, her faced glowed with satisfied friendship but Lindsey’s own face grew heavy and troubled.

“Come, let’s get away from here,” said Lindsey. “Besides, we’re just getting started on our future, don’t you think?”

Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth tightened her fingers with Lindsey’s own and again they soared high into the night, the moon being their only guide. Hovering in mid-air, they kissed one another in deep lustful romance, then engaged in a flight pattern similar to the concept of the “yin and yang” idea. This morphed into a danse macabre laced with the boiling anticipation of unbridled consummation.

“Now,” said Elizabeth, “do it.”

Gradually they drew closer together until Lindsey hovered upside down, her legs spread wide open and her hairy crotch dripping. Elizabeth opened her own legs and drew her wife to her, connecting their throbbing female organs to one another. The tightness of their interlocked fingers was like a vise as they rubbed themselves hard and vigorously, the tingling they felt between their legs sharp and powerful.

Then it happened. Their shapely legs were soaked as the combined gushings erupted from and onto each other, some of it even washing into themselves. Parting for a moment, Lindsey fluttered to an upright position and pulled Elizabeth closer once more, planting a hard kiss. Their marriage now consummated, the new wives retreated back to the safety of their castle home, landing on the balcony.

Soon the night slowly faded as Lindsey gazed at Elizabeth, her mouth quivering.

“I’m sorry I pulled you away from your friends, but they might interfere with our plans. I can’t put anything past those goofs.”

Elizabeth brushed her hands on Lindsey’s soft cheeks.

“I really wouldn’t worry about the boys too much, baby. They’re harmless.” Heavy curiosity rose in her. “Besides, we never really talked about the future, did we?”

“No, I guess we haven’t at that.” They held hands warmly as the moon glowed. “You know we’re -- different, right?”

“I know we’re different, baby. We’re vampires now.”

“Well, you’re one now. Me, I’ve always been one. I’m not as young as I look.”

Elizabeth looked lovingly at her wife.

“It doesn’t really matter to me now, Lindsey. I am what I am, and I couldn’t be any more happier.” She kissed Lindsey softly, licking the red lips. “Whatever you want to plan, I’ll join you all the way.” Next she fingered Lindsey’s hardening nipples. “You’re the best that’s ever happened to me, and I love you for it.”

A smile of warm satisfaction crossed Lindsey’s attractive face.

“And you’ve brought me something I haven’t had in long amount of years.”

“What’s that?”

“Hope for our future. The future of our kind.” She brushed Elizabeth’s breasts and hairy crotch. “I want to you to help me start that future. We could even rule this world, if we wanted, but first a special something is needed.” She pierced a gaze into Elizabeth’s eyes. “A c***d. A young, virgin c***d. About age twelve or so, no p*****ns and no preschoolers. I’m not into that in any way. One thing I hate is c***d abuse. That and cruelty to a****ls. Oh, and d**g abuse, I hate as well. Those are big no-no’s with me. But other than that, I’ve no problem.”

“Wow, I never knew. You do have a good heart, huh?”

“I ain’t perfect but I do care.” She stroked the lush hair on Elizabeth’s head. “Just like you have a good heart.” A kiss was exchanged between the vampire brides. “We’ll raise our c***d in our own way, strong in our purpose and yet filled with the love we two have.”

“Well . . .” sighed Elizabeth sadly, “unfortunately I do know one girl in our town who needs a lot of love and care.” Tears ran down her face. “Poor k**.”

Lindsey wiped away the tears and kissed Elizabeth softly.

“We’ll find her. Then with her, we can start a young, female concubine if necessary.”

The night gave way to the purplish glow of day yet the two took no notice, so strong was their love for each other. Elizabeth stood up and took Lindsey’s back; both of their wings receeded into their shoulders. She knew this beautiful blonde in front of her would be hers till the end of eternity. Likewise, Lindsey’s joy at seeing the voluptuous brunette become her new wife and lover elevated by leaps and bounds.

“Come on, beautiful,” cooed Elizabeth seductively, “we’ve got a concubine of our own to breed.”

They withdrew from the balcony, hand in hand . . .