The Vampire With A Manga Girl Tattoo Part One Girl On A Train
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Walk with Pandora through many rooms, through halls and labyrinthine passageways. Then, finally, emerge from a stateroom and out onto a balcony set high in the wall of a tall tower overlooking a plain star-speckled with campfires, dots of light embedded in darkness stretching into infinity.
This world of vampires chokes in a perpetual night where twin moons hang suspended in a sky of pitch velvet. Each satellite is shadowed in its orbit by a violet, Mars-like planet the size of Earth's moon. An even larger moon will slip onto the stage of the heavens ten hours from now when the orbit of the leading moon makes its exit.
You have seen no daylight, no sun in the sky since you arrived here.
Say to Pandora, "How can your world have no sun?"
"The moon we call Mandack perpetually eclipses our sun. It has been that way since The StarSpawn, five hundred years ago — before the great unsettling." She searches for words to try and make you understand: "Our Hak-Ok-Ol — there is no equivalent in your reality. Perhaps the Spartans of your ancient world, how their warriors made slaves of the neighbouring peoples?"
"Helots?"
"Yes, Helots. And now other things have joined them — things older than our need for blood. Beyond the walls has become a home for creatures even I can't explain." She is silent for a moment, scans the panorama below before saying, "And soon they will destroy us."
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Back in the world where you once lived a life, you must learn to hunt.
Underground, in a black-walled club, sniff for prey in this almost darkness and then follow your nose. Wind through too many dancing bodies and look into their eyes as you pass them by. Try to see beyond the obvious; the rich, complex beauty of human mortality, the selfish necessity of so much blood.
You must be close now. Feel how intensely Starspawn clings. Wonder how long she has gone without a new human soul.
Catch a glint of carnality in the blonde girl's eyes when she returns the look you shoot her. You are used to it now — the way they all stare. But there is something in this big-boned wench, this construct of meat and blood, that elicits much more than appetite and desire. A song of need sings through your bones, a compulsion that turns you on your heels. When you retrace your steps, Starspawn's fabric tightens around you, becomes electric. The dress has sensed the girl's depravity. Know now, she will fulfil both of your needs.
That's right, hold her gaze as you begin to dance, leave her no doubt you can become everything she could ever hope for in another. See her wide eyes, her secret pleasure, how pleased she is to think her beauty has drawn you to her.
At the bar, ask her what she wants to drink. See how she scans the wall of bottles, takes her time before saying, "Rhubarb and liquorice gin, on the rocks with a slice of lime."
Say, "Really?" as if her taste is charming, idiosyncratic.
Sit at the bar on stools of chrome and cushioned black leather while you watch her sip from her glass. Listen to the usual questions and try not to stare at her bare legs. Sometimes nod and smile, be quick with answers that will please her.
Imagine how different your life might have been.
Hear her ask, "What a beautiful necklace. Mind if I touch?"
Stay quite still when she reaches out and takes the intricately worked, five-thousand-year-old Mesopotamian gold pendant between her thumb and forefinger and studies the jewel set at its core. Best not say how it is a memento of a beautiful, not quite human girl you once drained of blood, your very first Taking, her flesh and bones heated and compressed into this most fabulous of gems.
"Is it antique?" the girl asks, her face so close you smell the soap that taints her skin. The heady redolence of the scent she sheds fails to mask the call of blood in her flushed cheeks. "That stone!" she says. "It can't be a diamond — can it?" The juniper of her gin sodden mouth hardly masks the reek of red corpuscles on her breath. Your mind becomes giddy with lust.
Try to sound enigmatic: "The dealer said it was quite old. I like to imagine the lives of all the women who once wore it, all those poor dead pretty things so many centuries ago. Just think of it: every one of them no longer beautiful at all."
"How do you know they were all beautiful?" she asks, her eyes still bewitched by the jewel.
See her longing. Then take the pendant and hold the gem before her. See it sparkle as it reflects the bar's spotlights. Try to sound urbane when you say, "Just a feeling," and then look into her eyes and throw her a lie: "But I can't imagine any were as beautiful as you."
See! She is blushing. Nobody so gorgeous has ever said anything to her quite how you just did, so genuinely, so intensely, so guilelessly — you breeder of make-believe.
Sense how desperately she wants you. People are such open books since you became what you have become.
Ask about her friends, the ones she was with before you lured her off the dancefloor.
"Never mind them," she says. But all the same, see how she looks around the club. Know how she doesn't want anyone to see how she might soon leave with you.
Later, she tells you her girlfriend's name, the word Maisie a promise of betrayal on her lips.
Be pleased she is a deceptive little bitch. Say, "What a wicked person you are."
"Why do you say that?" she says as quick as an execution, and then regrets her defensive retort, smiles and tries to take it back with, "What am I even doing here — letting you buy me drinks." She laughs out loud. "I'm usually so monogamous. This is not me at all."
Love how easily she lies. Know that soon you will give her something Maisie can never give her. And don't feel guilty for being a monster, either. You are way beyond conscience now. You can't help it — it is in your blood. So funny, haha! Smile a secret smile. But only a little.
Your mind leaves your body and hovers close to the ceiling. God, how beautiful you look in the pulsating living dress that is Starspawn.
Back in your body, confess: I'm Arabella, and I'm a vampire.
"What a coincidence: I'm a vampire too," she quips before leaning forward and snapping outrageously so that her bared teeth skim the skin of your neck.
Reach out your hand and stroke her face. Smile as if you want her, need her like a living girl wants another living girl. Think about your new shoes and how they pinch.
Start to wonder if it will be girls like this for-ever-and-ever, one after another, for all of eternity. No more trolley runs in Waitrose; these Friday night pickups your new domesticity.
She is expecting a kiss, leans in — only for you to turn a cheek. That's right, deny her and tell her, "Not here."
She wriggles on her stool, is about to slide off it and stand up. But she's changed her mind, merely crosses her legs, looks around.
She asks what you do for a living. Think hard and remember you really once were once a lecturer. Think of your students — the girl ones the most. Imagine blood in young veins. Note to wicked you: return to work soon.
Remember more details of your old life. Try to sound self-effacing when you say: "I'm a writer. A novelist."
She raises an eyebrow. "A writer as well as a vampire?"
"I try to combine the two."
"So you write about vampires? That's your thing, is it?" See how she regards you, know she is going to share: "When I was a little girl, I dreamt three beautiful vampires stole me away and took me to their world. Last week I dreamed that dream again. What do you think it could mean?"
Be mysterious, say: "Sometimes dreams about vampires are the strangest dreams of all."
"I only see one vampire now." She decides this is silly. Says, "Does writing make you lots of money?"
Try to sound human. Like your old self: "Hardly. Just the one novel so far. But it sells pretty well. And some stories in anthologies. "
"I've never met a published author," she says.
Think about what you have become. Try not to imagine the taste of her blood. Instead, ask: "Are you at uni?"
"That was last year. I work at Granada studios now."
Tell her something complimentary. "I just knew you'd be an actress."
"Oh-my-goodness, no! I'm far too self-conscious to be an actor. I'm just a runner for the local news team."
Be polite and ask her: "What does a runner do all day."
"Errr — the clue is sort of in the job title."
Pretend you really are that stupid. Look hurt by her snark,
"Oh, run errands, answer the phone, make drinks, look after the guests who have come to the studio to be interviewed — generally lick arse."
Be outrageous. Say, "Do you enjoy licking arses?" See the twinkle in her eyes and be pleased that you said it.
"That depends on the arse I'm licking." She laughs with uncertain embarrassment, hopes she has not overstepped the mark.
Think about your nose in her arse, how she will moan when your tongue finds her stitched little nest.
Hold her gaze and say, "I have to pee. Promise not to run away."
"As if I would," she says, the glint of erotic promises are shards of starlight in her eyes.
Snake your way through the bodies and look at the face of every pretty girl and imagine she is Maisie. Then, in the restroom, see the girl with the Ristretto-hued flesh standing at the mirror and imagine that she is Maisie too.
Go into a cubicle. Sit and pee while wondering what Maisie and her girl do in bed. Clean yourself with paper and realise you don't know Maisie's girl's name.
On the way back to Maisie's girl, keep watch for Maisie; see her in every female you pass.
When you get back, Say: "Hey, Maisie's girl. You never told me your name."
"You never asked!"
"I'm asking now."
"Esme."
"I've never met an Esme before."
"Neither have I."
Say, "My apartment is close."
"Of course it is."
At the club entrance, before stepping out into the night, turn around to make sure Esme is following you. Repeat her name. Esme, over and over again.
Out on the pavement, after only five paces she tells you to wait, says: "I can't walk in these," comes close and places a hand on your shoulder while she brings each foot up in turn and takes off her Jimmy Choos.
Think about how her feet will get dirty. Say, "You'll ruin your feet," and then take off your shoes too, and then walk with her, arms hooked at the elbows while shoes dangle at your side by their straps.
Try not to think of the blood in her veins. Instead, wonder what she'll think when she sees the house.
The facade has morphed since the night Chloe brought you home.
"This can't be right," Esme says when you're both standing inside, looking down the hall that still has all those doors and the grand staircase.
Don't even try to explain. How could anyone believe in a house that is so much more than a house? Its actuality is something that even you still don't understand, even though Pandora explained about this place, how the house is an alien consciousness that juts into this reality from another dimension, how no single location can anchor it down. "As mutable as the phases of three moons," she had said and then told how the Sisterhood takes advantage of its existential instability, uses it to travel the cities of the Earth. Manchester today, maybe Nairobi tomorrow.
Tell Esme, "It's our very own Tardis." But, of course, she will think you are joking; such a tired cliche. Distract her with a kiss. That's right, put your hands around both shoulders and pull her close.
Her desire is tangible, something more than you anticipated, her tongue too insistent. It expresses the craving she has endured since the first time she saw you. She has one hand high on your back while the other has found your buttocks and pushes the living material between your butt cheeks. Your arousal mingles with hers and awakens the fabric. Starspawn contracts and relaxes about your body and hips, tells you of its need. Reassure the dress: tell her she will soon have what she has waited so patiently for — for far too long.
Esme thinks she's the stronger one, that you will be her bitch. What a little madam she has turned out to be! Take control. Use your mouth to subdue her bumptious tongue and set a new pace as you return her kiss, a rhythm to lull her that will make her amenable to your will. Do you feel it now? How her self-importance is diminishing, her narcissistic lust for you replaced by repentance, an all-consuming desire only to please you.
She has become a ragdoll in your arms.
"You feel fabulous in this dress," Esme manages to say in a voice from a place far, far away. "Where did you get it?"
"From a friend. Would you like to meet her?"
Become aware of the house stirring around you. Feel its sentience in the walls and ceiling, doors and fittings, the very air itself. Sense how Pandora and Chloe are awaiting their moment, aware of Esme's presence, and the blood pumped through her veins. Sense their thoughts, eager to watch your first Taking. And those others, those ethereal strangers who often pass you in silence. So many strangely beautiful women who open and close doors, their coming and going along the passageways of this house. All those exquisite horrors and their dresses.
Still dreamy from the spell of your lips, Esme asks, "Is there someone you want me to meet?"
"Two beautiful creatures."
"Pandora and Chloe?" she offers. See how the house speaks to her. "They might not like me."
Kiss her sweetly on the forehead like a mother reassuring her fractious daughter. Now betray her. Undo her sense of right and wrong. Negate all those illusions she has believed about herself all of her life. Non will stand the onslaught of your beauty, your need. You have already loosened the foundations of her being with your lips and tongue. If you kiss her again, the supports will go and her selfhood will come tumbling down.
Take Esme's hand and command her: "You will trust me."
"I do so want to trust you," Esme says. And you sense how she does.
In the plush room that you have prepared for her, command Maisie's girl to undress. See her tanned flesh rich with blood, its incessant flux as it courses through veins and archeries, the intricate traceries of a million capillaries.
Be pleased that you chose such a fine human animal.
When she is naked, tell her to, "Trust me."
Now call Pandora and Chloe from the shadows in which they have waited. They bring ropes and leather manacles to please Esme, give her what she secretly desires. The pair work as deftly as professionals, binding and securing her wrists to the iron hook and chain that dangles from a beam.
The minds of your slithering sisters settle about you, enfold your consciousness and blow away the lingering tatters of your humanity.
Chloe and Pandora have each taken one of Esme's breast and are gently licking, sucking. Occasionally they playfully bite. Sense how the three of you take the girl beyond herself, stoke her excitement to the nth degree. Esme has fantasised about a night like this in her most private moments, longed to be restrained and ravaged by three gorgeous females. Starspawn has read her well, saw her need from the first moment you laid eyes on her on the dancefloor at the club.
Now give independence to your greed and send your mouth to taste every inch of her flesh. On your knees, your tongue at Esme's cunt. Throw her down into an abyss of self-loss. Sense the dark port wine of life's sustenance quickening beneath her skin, provoking the reckless gnarling of your teeth that might yet undo the careful orchestration of arousal. Imagine how her blood will ooze, clot and congeal, smear the palomino hue of her tanned skin.
In your head, the spirit of Pandora tells you fresh prey must be tenderised, kneaded by lust and coaxed to fever-pitch before you can draw blood and liberate her soul. Only then is it a suitable gift for the one who hungers human essence as much as you crave their blood.
Her flesh is sodden, steeped in the blood you crave. Tell yourself not to bite — not just yet. For now, assure yourself that what flows beneath her skin is not the-be-and-end-all of your pleasure, that Esme is a gorgeous woman, someone whose beauty you would have relished before you became what you have become. Let your kisses be gentle and lulling. Take your time while anticipating the sweetness she contains while you promise Starspawn her soul. This girl will nourish you both. There is a slowing of time in which each beat of her heart becomes an eternity of anticipation.
While Pandora and Chloe's lips, teeth, palms, fingers and nails ravage Esme's entire body, put your lips to her throat, not knowing but sensing the right place. The closer you get, Starspawn's scintillating fibres electrify your flesh, thrill you to your sad dead core.
Long primed, your mouth opens wider than you ever thought possible, your jaw straining, cracking, revealing teeth surgical-sharp that now crowd your gums. Then it is beyond your control, four canines sinking implacably. Hear that! Her exquisite gasp of bliss.
Enjoy how she squirms, her flesh overcooked by the pleasure three mouths inflict on her. The groans of satisfaction are the song of approaching death in her throat trilling against your lips. Swallow and swallow and try not to spill precious fluid. Relish its viscosity, how it adheres to your teeth, tongue and palate.
Chloe and Pandora now join the taking, a token feeding from the femoral of each leg.
Need abating, her blood satisfying, mollifying the hollow ache you have endured day after day since your return to this world. Swallow and swallow, great draughts of her life. Sense how her essence animates your body's cells, transforming them completely, putting an end to what was merely a becoming.
Savour Esme's blood. Become content with how it satiates you. Understand that the draining is a thing without comparison, engendering a bliss that no worldly drug can ever compare. The girl's body, her reflexes, muscles are all fretful now. See how she twists herself, tries to break free. Starspawn has hooked her soul, draws it from her only half-living body and claimed it as her own.
You realise the dress contains many souls. Their voices call out to you from the living fibres, a shrill chattering of despair. Esme becomes subsumed in the hell that is Starspawn, her soul adding power and beauty to the weave of the fabric.
Soon, what you have tasted is just a memory — your feeding on female blood no more consequence than muesli for breakfast once was.
You share a deep kiss with Chloe and Pandora, lips and tongue thickly blooded, gluey with gore. And where drops have spattered onto your gowns, the living threads shiver and pulsate, burst bright with snaps of iridescence before fading as the weave devours the gory nutrient.
Feel how your Starspawn begins to change, transmute, evolve into something more refined, each fibre and strand becoming intricately delicate, the weave subtly pressing against your skin. They insinuate themselves slowly into your flesh, becoming no different than cells of muscle and skin. Starpwan is melding, banishing all boundaries between dress and flesh. You and she merge, become seamless, one creature, inseparable now and for eternity.
Begin to understand. Throw back your head and laugh out loud as Pandora and Chloe watch the union. See how pleased they are with you, their protégé.
Or are they? Look into Chloe's eyes and see only the dull gaze of a sated shark. Somewhere within you, in a far corner of what little remains of your mind, the last of your humanity is diminishing. And from that far away place, the echo of the woman you once were begins to see what you have become; not a romantic misunderstood creature impelled to take life to sustain itself, but a mere adjunct to another, the parasite that rides you. And before the last spark of your former humanity is snuffed out forever, think of other souls like Esme's, the one's who you will hunt for, and then offer to Starspawn. And among the cacophony, the cries of a hundred imprisoned beautiful dead things, hear the sad sobs of Esme weeping for her lost life.
THE END.
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Ok guys I finished part two. I can't wait to hear what you think I want as much feedback as possible. All criticism welcome as long as it is constructive criticism. For those who don't already know this series is not a sex story with vampires in it. This is a vampire story with sex in it. Parts one and two follow the same format in that there is a lot of story that ends with a sex scene so if you are just reading for the sex you might want to skip to the end or better yet just read a...
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Chapter 13: Bloody Orgy by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The vampire Faust stared with fear at the priest. Father Augustine had changed in the time since they first met in the early hours of the morning. The priest was possessed by the demon Jezebel, Faust's patron, sent to protect him. Augustine's eyes bored into Faust's while the priest's hand gripped Lynette's black hair, working her mouth up and down his cock. Lynette was Faust's vampiress and lover. Her wanton moans twisted...
-----Earlier that year---- I had picked up Kayla at a bar earlier in the year. She was cute and very drunk. It was pretty clear that she was using a fake ID, but she was just so adorable and wasn’t causing any issues, so the bartenders just shrugged and looked the other way. I figured that I’d get a snack and probably get laid at the same time. It had been a while since I’d had any action in that regard. Kayla was extremely hyper and was just about at the point of dancing on the bar when I’d...
Chapter 3: Virgin Blood by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Abigail turned the sedan into the parking garage beneath Faust Tower in downtown Chicago. The sun's rays lightened the horizon. Fear rippled across her skin. The sun meant death. Its light was fire reduced to its most pure essence. And purity was deadly to a vampire. But Abigail didn't fear for her own safety. Dawn lay a few minutes away and already she had pulled the car into the sanctuary of the parking garage. The dark,...
I felt Ka'lath finally begin to move, keeping to the shadows but edging closer to where his leather-clad prey continued to wait. I had only known this "master" vampire for a few weeks, but I already was beginning to think he was a bit delusional, and this night only served to deepen that suspicion. His chastisement regarding how I should have waited for him was a prime example. He left me to starve, then unlocked the door to my room and left. In none of the conversations we'd ever had...
Even vampires have to stay somewhere and all that stuff about their having to sleep on earth from their graves makes fine reading but it is pure invention. I personally prefer a good spring mattress whenever I feel the need to rest, though I can go without sleep for days if needed. I went through the "to let" advertisements in the Malay Mail. I used the old-fashioned but infallible 'stick the pin into the target' method. I used a ballpoint pen instead of a pin. I closed my eyes and...
Ok so this is my first story ever so keep that in mind. I got a big thing for vampires so that is why this is based on vampires. I hope you will all comment with advice and constructive criticism. I intend to continue this story either way so if you like it let me know and ill put more up, otherwise i wont bother. Also there is alot more set up than sex. This story is not intended to be mostly sex in fact it is meant to be a story that has sex in it but who knows how it will develop...
Why did life have to be so hard? That question kept running through Rhiannon’s head as she walked by the McClintock Cemetery. She kept asking herself this as her witch senses went into overdrive. ‘Did you just realize I was standing here? I thought you were the best vampire hunter around. People need to get their stories in order,’ she heard behind her. Natasha jumped from her ledge. ‘And you need to know when to learn that I don’t want to deal with you tonight,’ Rhiannon retorted, as she...
Why did life have to be so hard? That question kept running through Rhiannon's head as she walked by the McClintock Cemetery. She kept asking herself this as her witch senses went into overdrive."Did you just realize I was standing here? I thought you were the best vampire hunter around. People need to get their stories in order," she heard behind her.Natasha jumped from her ledge. "And you need to know when to learn that I don't want to deal with you tonight," Rhiannon retorted, as she looked...
Skye The Vampire Huntress By Girly Boy Part One Skye stood in front of the mirror completely nude. His naked body was thin, petite and shaven (except for a tiny patch of hair above her six inch cock). Everything about him was extremely feminine, from his soft pouty lips to his long, shapely legs. He stood at about 5"9, fairly short for a boy but fairly tall for a girl. He put on his favorite wig (platinum blonde and chin length) and slipped on a pair of white, bikini-cut silk...
From a great story by Heather St. Clair. Unfortunately J. Whedon and the mutant enemy own the copyright. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Switch 3 By Eric The infamous vampire Spike 'the Bloody' leaned back and relaxed. Listening in at Buffy's house was better than the soaps he used to watch during the long day light hours. Dawn whined at her sister Buffy who tried to keep her temper (often failing). Willow and Tara where back together again. Bland...
An hour later I walked up to the bar. The brunette was still working, though she looked rather tired. “Double shot of O negative and double of B positive if you have it.” I called out. The bartender nodded, slid two glasses over towards me and then handed me two water bottles. “What are these for?” I asked. “You’ve been busy tonight. Quite a show back there. You might be a vampire but you still need to hydrate on something other than blood.” She replied, giving me a slight smirk. I’d...
In her sleep she loosened her grip but we were always touching, I had awaked very early trying to come up with an idea of how to handle this whole big mess I gotten myself into. Here I was in bed with the one person in the world that I connected to and possibly love, even though I've known her for only two nights. But how would I to tell her that I was not human. Gwen stirred and started waking, she looked at me sleepily she smiled. "Good morning, someone's an early bird." She leaned over...
Introduction: If you havent read it read my other story Shower With A Vampire, this one is kind of a sequel to it I knew hed be back soon, I didnt think he would be able to resist for long, hed enjoyed our encounter just as much as me. I could still taste his sweat on my lips, the sticky residue he left behind slowly drying onto me. I needed to take a shower, in the same shower I had just fucked the hottest vampire in, I couldnt even look at it without my pussy aching, how I was gonna get in it...
Chapter 6: Unholy Communion by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Aurora's words of defiance echoed through Heaven. The crystal foundations reverberated with her defiance. Aurora had rebelled. She was tired of Heaven's rules allowing Hell's success. No longer would she play the game that led mankind to ever increasing levels of depravity. She would guide her tool, the vampire Damien, and use him to right the wrongs. She would see Faust destroyed along with all the others whom polluted the...
Chapter 15: Angelic Lusts by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Damien D'Angelo thrashed in the inhuman grip of the priest. Iron fingers clenched tight about the vampire's throat. He could not snarl and rage at the priest who fucked his wife, pounding Abigail hard as she lay bent over the desk in Faust's office at the peak of the skyscraper. Shame, humiliation, rage, and pain clenched Damien's blackened soul. His wife's every gasp and pleasure-filled moan stabbed into his undead heart....
Chapter 10: Sinful Holes by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The ecstasy of the feminine ghost's embrace fled Father Hyrum Augustine. He shuddered and blinked as realty leaped back around him. He had moved. He stood by Faust the vampire. The pair were before the large windows that looked out on Chicago. The eastern horizon lightened. The vampire Faust, a wineglass in hand, eyed the priest. Faust sipped from his chalice. It held wine instead of blood. Everything had made sense while the...
From Vampire Slayer to Vampire Slaveby Roadrunner, with ideas from BrontePart OneAuthor's note: this story began as a roleplay between myself and Bronte on the Roleplay section of the forum. The forum went down after we did a couple of episodes, and when it was up again the whole roleplay was gone, as was Bronte. I really liked what we had going so I decided to write a story based on what I could remember about the roleplay. Even if I wasn't able to reproduce what she has written, I think...
The ventureThe previous night, after shooting a copious load of cum down the gorgeous vampire's throat, Danny had agreed to drive Sylvia across the country to meet with her brother and sister. Well not her actual brother and sister, but the three vampires had all been turned into bloodsuckers by the same elder vampire and apparently in their world that meant they were family.That morning at 5am, well before the sun was up, Danny and Sylvia hit the road.Sylvia's car turned out to be a very nice...
Chapter 11: Bloody Incest by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Father Hyrum Augustine, unknowing pawn of the demon Jezebel, faced the vampiress, Rosa Reyes, in her realty office, the sunlight streaming through the window onto her golden-brown skin. It did not consume the foul creature. The Latina woman's face transformed as the priest's snarl of “Vampiress” echoed through the room. Fangs flashed between her ruby lips. Damien turned her and she was gifted daywalking. Every vampire had a...
Buffy the Female Vampire Slayer, Part X By Cal Y. Pygia Buffy Summers was certainly no virgin. She'd lost her virginity to Angel, a vampire, thereby releasing him from the Gypsy curse that, as punishment for his having brutally killed the favorite daughter of their tribe, had restored his soul, that his conscience might torment him as he recalled the thousands of vicious, vile deeds he'd performed over the two centuries during which he'd been a vamp. The handsome vampire...
Had I been my old self, just hanging out at a bar with my old gang, we would have called the girl "lush." The light from the streetlamps made her platinum blonde hair gleam like the real metal. She was curvy, but only in the best sense. Unlike so many stick-thin women who thought that "healthy" meant that bones had to show under the skin, this woman had a fully-feminine figure that, in her clingy black dress, betrayed not an ounce of flab. As she walked, her rear swayed delightfully, even...
Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine's soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women. They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel's client Faust....
When I woke up, it was dark outside. Both figurative and literally. I was lying on something hard and cold. I rolled over slowly, finding that to be very difficult. I slowly realized that I was inside a huge concrete drainage tube. “Hey, are you OK? You’ve been out for a while.” The soft voice asked. I looked over my shoulder to see the blond woman staring at me intently. “Uhm, I think so? Where are we?” I asked. “There’s a storm drain under the hill. I’ve, uhm, been here for a little...
It had only been an hour since he had left with his promise of returning, I was hoping he wouldn’t last long and return soon, I was desperate to touch his perfect abs and kiss his cute mouth. I really needed that shower, but still I lay naked on my bed, the same place I’d been laying since he left. It seemed like too much effort to move; it was like the amazing sex was a drug that left me paralysed, unable to move from the spot where I was left. I feel asleep. I woke at 11, I didn’t mean...
Introduction: Im only just getting into writing fiction, this being the 1st proper one I wrote. An uhealthy vampire obsession lead me to writing this… Today has been a strange day. Firstly its my birthday. I dont mean my normal birthday, I dont exactly have those anymore, today is my Vampire Birthday. 121 years of being a vampire, 121 years of being stuck at 22, 121 years of drinking nothing but blood for breakfast, lunch and tea. Not that I mind being a vampire, I can do whatever I want, when...
“Vampire sex is the best!” Kayla exclaimed. We were both on our backs, cuddling after a few hours of screwing. She seemed to have a limitless capacity for sex. I didn’t know if that was because she was a vampire, or still essentially a sex crazed 20 year old. Either way, I couldn’t say that I minded. After our post coital cuddle, Kayla rolled over and grabbed her phone. “How are the girls doing?” I asked. “Pretty good. Amy is in San Francisco. Vanessa is in Washington. We are teasing her...
So, it turns out I'm not a vampire. Just as Evan promised. But, I'm not exactly human anymore either. Apparently, and I'm not really sure I believe this, I'm a werewolf. Yes, a werewolf. Oh, the day started normally enough. Dr. Cummings stopped by and told me I'd done such a great job on my dinner of Jell-O and applesauce that he was upgrading me to solid foods. And my broken arm? It's almost healed. He thinks the cast will come off tomorrow. He told me that I would be able to take a...
Introduction: You might have guessed by now I have a vampire (and green day) fetish…so this is based on both. After knowing him all these years, I wanted him to know the truth about everything. I wanted him to be like me, if I wasnt going to age and grow old then neither was he. Selfishness was a personal trait of mine, if I wanted something, I always got it no matter the consequences I might face later. For seven years I stalked my prey, followed him to every show he played, ran my finger...
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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer, Part XI By Cal Y. Pygia Darkness had fallen upon the demon world. In the intermittent flashes of lightning that resulted from Willow's weather spell, the landscape was illuminated, and the horrible phallus-plants were revealed, writhing and thrashing. The cock-stalks within Buffy's mouth, cunt, and ass, and the hollow tubular stems attached to her nipples and cock also squirmed and wriggled. She shuddered at the feel of the thick, serpentine...
While the cloaked alien mother ship lands in a large clearing adjacent a convent the captain a beautiful redhead with green sparkling eyes turns to her 1st mate and utters a few words. “This is a favorable planet for us to conquer, I am hungry for some holy blood from these pathetic mortals.” The black haired and iridescent purple-eyed beauty responds with a hiss in her words and a flick of her serpentine forked tongue. “Yessss let us get some human pussy to eat. I can sense, taste...