1 comments/ 6032 views/ 5 favorites Vampiri By: BrainVamp A letter? Who gets a letter these days? I mean a good old fashioned piece of paper folded into yet another folded piece of paper and delivered to your door, seriously! Usually you get bills through the mail; you get ads on shiny coated paper that try to sell you weight reduction programs or the last promotions of your local supermarket, but a letter, no, that´s not the kind of thing you get in the mail. I try to remember when the last time I got a letter was and despite my best efforts, I'm unable to recall that happening any time in my past. Is that possible? Never getting a letter, it's a bit sad now that I think of it. Oh by the way, my name is Erin Banks, the name might sound familiar but I can assure you we've never met. I go to high school but not for long anymore, finals are approaching. I'm going out with Mark, he's a nice guy, not too bright but hey he got my virginity and according to what I hear that's supposed to be a big thing with you guys, so I keep him around. So you see: we've never met before. Let's go back to that letter. The envelope is white, pretty standard; my name is written in a handwriting I don't recognize. The doors of the elevator open. I take out my keys, enter the flat. "Hi dad." "Hi sweetie, how was school today?" That's my dad, he's a cubicle salesman for a large corporation selling... well something, I don't know what exactly. At some point he sold cars, later it was machinery for hospitals. With the crisis he lost that job and he's been on and off jobs selling stuff since. I kind of lost track recently. By the way I live alone with him. Mom left with another man when I was a kid. What kind of bitch does that to a kid? Anyway, I lock myself in my room to read the letter. My dad won't bother me, he understands that as a teenager I need my personal space, my little own secret garden. I seat at my desk, I clear it of the pile of half opened books I use to make believe I'm studying. I take out the letter. No expedition address. It's kind of thrilling to have this in front of me. I don't know why but I have the feeling that this letter might change the course of my life. Not that I applied to any university or anything, too much pretend not enough studying, you see. I'll go work with my uncle on the west coast next summer and then we'll see. Okay, back to the letter now. So I flip it for the third time and finally convince myself to open it. In it I find a single sheet of paper, a cheap black and white photocopied paper. I'm about to dismiss it as another stupid ad and curse myself for the useless expectations I've built around a handwritten envelope when one word attracts my attention: Vampire! It's written at least three times on the paper - I'm used to spot the word. I start to read. "Dear Vampire enthusiast, We proudly invite you to the grand premiere of our feature presentation, BLOOD FOR THE VAMPIRES Pre reopening of the Kings Theatre, Brooklyn Doors will open at 10 PM sharp on the night of the Thursday June 19th Bring your nicest vampire costume Free drinks for everyone after the movie This invitation is valid for four persons" And below the text, there's the poster of the movie representing what looks like a drop of blood running down a woman's chin with the credits barely readable below. This is huge. I look at the picture again, despite the terrible resolution, the way the light falls on the bloody chin is pretty hot... Okay, you should need an explanation at this point and since we are in my head and that you don't exist, I can confess something to you. You see, since I was eleven I've always been a huge vampire fan. Fan is not exactly the term... How can I put it? Let's be blunt: vampires make me horny. In other words, my lady parts get all wet when I think of ravenous immortals that prey on innocent virgins... Hey, stop judging me! You fantasize about blonde teenagers with terrible haircuts and the body of a boy, well that's your thing. My thing is terrifying creatures of the night out to suck my blood. It might sound silly but it's not sillier than erecting Justin Bieber as the sex symbol of our generation. In the dark of the night, when I feel horny and relieve the tension manually, I imagine a great fanged beauty (either man or woman, when it comes to vampires, I'm totally bisexual) flying in my room through my window, perversely seducing me before defiling my body and drinking my blood through the proverbial twin bites marks in the neck... Or the thigh, or the breasts, or the ass, or the cunt, or the... Sorry, for a moment there, you lost me... So yes, you can imagine this letter has a huge appeal to me. As a true vampire groupie, I proud myself on being heavily in the loop concerning anything related to vampires and I must confess that it's the first time I hear of this movie project. But who cares? I'll go for sure and offer Mark, Cheryl and Kathy to come with me. *** Mark and Cheryl say yes right away. Going out dressed as vampires and enjoying a select movie premiere at a famous landmark in New York, how could they not. Kathy has to negotiate with her mother to be allowed to come. It's a weekday, darling, and you have school the next day. I know mom but it won't finish too late and we'll stay at Erin's place. Will her father be there? Yes mom of course he will Liar, liar, as a matter of fact daddy is off in Detroit for a big contract and he won't be coming back until the following Tuesday. What is the movie about? It's a romantic comedy, mom, come on let me go. I'll have to talk it over with your dad. Come on mom... Anyway she finally manages to bend mommy's resolution and get a free pass to make it to the premiere. I suspect that beyond the eagerness to have a night out with three good friends, we share a bit of the same fetish, Kathy and I. *** Anyway, a week later I am waiting in front of the old movie theatre for the three stooges. The place itself is quite creepy, it's supposed to reopen to the public in 2015 but I understand why the production company chose this place for the premiere. It's tall and lonely in the middle of Brooklyn, renovations are far from finished. The bas reliefs on the façade representing laughing masks seem to be mocking us. Us? Well, me and the weird crowd around me. I am surrounded by creatures of the night and it's a bit surrealistic. Two girls came as slutty vampire schoolgirls and they look amazing with the torn fishnets, white shirts, ponytails, matching scarves and very realistic bite marks. You have a tall man that looks a lot like Christopher Lee with cape and all. You have also your usual array of TV show vampires; I count at least six Damon Salvatore/Bill Compton imitators, three Sookie Stackhouses, a few Angel/Buffy pairings and two Barnabas Collinses, one Johnny Depp and one Jonathan Frid. You have a couple of cheap Lestats, a few victims and of course, a nice selection of original vampires with fangs, fake bites and blood all over the face. Luckily we have not been granted the honor of the presence of any Twilight fans; I could have gotten into trouble if we had. I won't tell you how much I hate those guys. Seriously, I won't... On the plus side, all those fangs around me make me a bit horny. Nah, let's be honest some of the costumes have made me soaked wet. I try to give me some composure by imaginary texting but I fail amazingly at it. You have to understand me, everywhere I look there's a new hot vamp or vampress I'd love to offer my neck for him or her to ravage. Finally they arrive. Mark has the worst costume ever! Fake plastic fangs, the kind you find at your local supermarket for Halloween, a cape that's not even black, fake blood around the mouth made with lipstick and a ton of white make up. Probably the worst attempt at it of the whole crowd around us. Cheryl has gone for the Vampirella outfit, pretty nice, but she must be freezing, I would have loved to see the face of the cab driver... Kathy is your classical Hammer vampire bride: a long white Victorian nightgown, magnificent bite marks in the cleavage and a beautiful pair of fangs. This girl is definitely into vampires. Myself, I went for simplicity. A bit of eyeliner, a hint of white foundation, my usual black clothes - black, the zombie contacts – all white – I bought last Halloween and of course my newly acquired custom fit fangs from boogueyman.com. They feel weird in my mouth but they do look great. The contacts are starting to hurt a bit though; I'll take them off as soon as the movie starts. "Kiss, kiss, you look amazing! You too! Blabla! We're going to have the best evening ever... " While we chit chat, the doors to the theatre open. The evening is about to start. At the doors no one is checking the invitations. I guess that they consider that if you got this far it's because you got an invitation. The place is lit by large torches hanging from the walls. Now, if the exterior looked creepy the interior is just plain gothic horror. I can't imagine how they plan to reopen the place in less than a year. The huge ceiling is covered with spider webs, and not just a few, it's like we ended up in some old Sci-Fi movie from the fifties called "The planet of the spiders". Half the tapestries are maculated with dirt stains and the other half is torn from the walls. The carpets that lead to the balcony are worn threadbare. The whole place smells old, rotten... It´s strange but there doesn't seem to be anyone except for the public. The doors to the screening room are open. As we walk in, just in front of us, one of the slutty vampire schoolgirls lets out a cry. "Fuck!" She says, "that thing bit me." That thing is a strange statue by the entrance of the screening room. It looks like an old stone Gargoyle. Her friend, the other slutty vampire schoolgirl stops to look at her hand. We take advantage of their distraction for a little queue jump and we walk to our seats. The projection room is in a much better state. Apparently this part of the theatre has already been redone. It's five to ten and everyone seems to be seated. The doors close simultaneously... Good prop, really creepy. The slutty schoolgirl vampires are seating just in front of us. Feeling a bit guilty I bend over tapping on her shoulder. "Hey there," I say to the one who got bit "are you okay?" "Thanks," she answers "yes, it stopped bleeding right away. It was just a scratch." She doesn't look that well. Maybe it's the light but she looks much much paler than before. Anyway, the lights are turning off, the movie is about to begin. People start to applaud... The lights are completely off. The movie begins. I feel hot already! I take off my contacts. The first image we get is one of a large cross on a church. It looks like Europe. Big forest surrounding a small town, all the houses made of stones... You see what I mean. Coming down a road we have an old Volkswagen hippy Van driving towards town. We are then introduced to the five main characters of the movie. American students on a summer trip to Europe. Probably the worst stereotypes I've ever seen in a horror movie. On the other hand the dialogues are quite funny and there will be fangs so I rest back in my seat to enjoy the movie. The little group of American students meets the priest of the village. They want to go to the Castle to visit. The creepy priest warms them not to. The castle is cursed he explains. Ancient evil has taken home in its walls and it takes whoever ventures in them. The Americans laugh at the old superstitious man of the clothe and drive away in their van. The castle appears to them in its entire splendor. Mark doesn't seem so interested by the movie and he is gently massaging me through the fabric of my pants. Considering the general state of tension I find myself in, I unbutton it myself and guide him directly inside. His sloppy fingers find my drenched labia. I shiver. Surprised by such a warm welcome he looks at me interrogative. I wink to dismiss the question and spread the legs. The students on the silver screen have started exploring the castle. The night is falling and one of them gets back to the van to set up camp. The slutty schoolgirl in front of us tells her friend, that she doesn't feel well and that she needs to take some air. She walks up the aisle and exits the screening room. Thank god for horror movie stereotypes. If told that a place is cursed the stupid American teenagers will, no matter what, camp in its shadow. How dumb... "Fuck, that thing bit me!" The words come from the screen and bring me out of my reflection. One of the girls from the group is holding her hand. The thing that bit her is an exact replica of the gargoyle in the entrance of the movie theatre. The parallel between reality and the movie gives me goose bumps... I kind of like it. Mark's finger is now sliding in and out of my snatch at a fast pace, I feel the orgasm building up, I grab to his arm as the wave overtakes me. Despite my best efforts I'm unable to refrain a loud moan. Kathy, sitting to my right, looks at me. I blush. She smiles. That girl is into vampires! She goes back to the movie and I go back to Mark's finger inside me. The group of students is telling horror stories around a camp fire. More stereotypes... The girl who got bit is not with them. She's in one of the tents turning into a vampire. The slutty schoolgirl walks back down the aisle. For a second our looks cross. The light of the projector reflects into hers just like it would with an animal. She sits by her friend. On the screen the new vampire has started her rampage. She takes her former friends one by one. Or at least that's what I think she's doing because the movie is not my primary concern anymore. In front of me the slutty schoolgirl is, for lack of a better way of explaining it, frantically sucking on her friend's neck. The friend in question is looking at the ceiling her mouth open panting heavily. I know, I should have realized by then the situation we were in but before my mind connects the dots Kathy's hand falls on mine. She's feverish, trembling. She has also spotted the little show the two girls in front of us are giving us and she also seems to be completely fascinated by it. Mark is absolutely oblivious to all this as he has his mouth buried in my neck since he has started touching me. He knows I love that, he doesn't know why but he does love it that I love it. And Cheryl... I don't know what Cheryl is doing, watching the movie I guess, but honestly I don't give a fuck. What is happening in front of me is so much more than I ever expected for tonight. It's actually so much more than I actually ever expected for like ever! Two really hot girls are role-playing what I have fantasized about for all my life. I am so totally drenched, I don't have clue on how I'll get out of the movie theatre and just like for Cheryl I don't give a shit. Kathy's grasp on my hand tightens; she lifts the white nightgown up her legs and guides my hand between them. I'm so totally absorbed by the schoolgirls that I don't oppose any resistance... Yeah right, resistance, as if... Kathy and I have been friends since 5th grade but clearly never that kind of friends. We played with dolls together, we studied together, we went and had drinks together, once we even went to summer camp together, but we never got to do that together. I must confess that I started suspecting of her interest in vampires when she reacted to a reference I made about an old obscure Hammer movie. In fear of rejection, or even worse, of mockery, I never dared to ask her directly and I always thought that in a way I had probably transferred my own inclinations on my friend's. My fingers digging deep in her gaping hole seem to prove that she really is into vampires... I stop for a second thus causing Kathy to hide a loud moan of pleasure with difficulty. What if she was into girls, I wonder... Kathy hardly discreet scream of pleasure has attracted the attention of the sucking slutty schoolgirl. Once again the dim light of the projector reflects in her eyes like in those of an animal. Only this time it's not just a glimpse, she's staring down at us and I can see clearly that something is really wrong. When she releases her friend's neck revealing her blood drenched fangs, I get a confirmation that what we are doing here behind this monster cannot be considered as safe sex. I stick my fingers out of Kathy and push Mark away from me. Kathy doesn't try to hide her moaning anymore; Mark gives me an angry look and tries to dive back in. I slap him. "Look at her, you stupid fuck," I tell him showing him the creature in front of us. The slutty schoolgirl is licking the blood from her face, her eyes now diving into Kathy's exposed snatch. Her friend is gently moaning, blood pooling on her shoulder and down the seat's back. Mark jumps falling on Cheryl. I stand, grab him by the back of his collar and move away from the monster. Cheryl/Vampirella, who is completely unaware of what is happening, complains loudly before following me reluctantly under the wave of hush that rise throughout the theatre. When we finally reach the doors of the screening room I realize that Kathy hasn't followed us. She's still seating in front of the screen. In the semi darkness of the room I can see the slutty schoolgirl's hand over her face, a finger in her mouth, pinning our friend to her seat while she, either, licks her pussy - I hope - or simply sucks her blood through her femoral artery - I fear. The other slutty schoolgirl has already turned onto the next vampire enthusiast, one of the Collinses, down their aisle. The projector shines a dim light on the blood drop running down her chin as she engages the Vampire from Collinwood in a passionate kiss. Pretty reminiscent of the poster of the movie if you ask me, and pretty fucking scary too! We rush into the main room of the Kings theatre. Mark is in total panic, Cheryl doesn't understand and I can't shake one thought of the top of my head. This is complete madness! "What was that?" That's Mark. "That, what?" That's Cheryl. "That is totally insane!" That's me. We look at each other. In any other circumstances we would laugh at this little dialogue but in our situation, it's hard to laugh. I think Mark's question is rhetorical. Cheryl's on the other hand, despite the terrible grammar she used underlines the fact that she doesn't have a clue about what is happening. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" That's me again. We seem to agree, or at least Mark agrees with me and Cheryl agrees to follow us. We walk to the doors. I try the handle, it won't move, I try the other handle. It won't move either. "Mark, try the other doors" I say. "Erin, your fly is open, and, in the name of anything sacred to you, could you explain me what that is?" Cheryl doesn't sound very reassured. A bit embarrassed, I look down, zip up, button the pants and hide my pubic hair. I then turn to Cheryl to answer but nothing comes out. In a normal conversation the answer Vampires is not acceptable. First off because they don't exist, secondly because, well, they don't exist! On the other hand, what I saw in there was a vampire. A real vampire. A vampire with fangs. A live vampire. Well alive... that's another question. "..." The word won't come out. Mark comes back to us saving me from having to answer. "All locked tight, we have to find another way out." He says. "Okay, now you're fucking starting to scare me. What the fuck is happening?" Cheryl says. "..." I start. But once again the word is stuck in my throat. I turn to Mark. "Let's try upstairs we might find a way out through the roof." I say. We take the stairs. Cheryl is still in our wake, I can feel that she will soon snap on us if we don't explain what is happening. Vampiri "Cheryl?" I ask "Yes, Erin," she answers patiently. "Cheryl... I... " Luckily for me – sort of – the rest of the audience is now realizing that something is wrong and we start hearing screams coming from inside the screening room. On the floor below, a large group of people starts rushing into the main room. One of the schoolgirls grabs a Damon by the neck and slams him into the wall. She jumps on his back, pushes his head to a side and... I turn around. I've been dreaming about this all my life and now confronted to the terrible reality of it I can't stand to watch it. How pathetic... I spot a small door ajar. I grab Mark and Cheryl and push them inside. I close the door behind us. We're in a small spiral staircase that goes up. I climb the stairs two by two. Soon we're in front of another door. I put my ear against the wood. I hear a regular rustle coming from behind it. I push and peak inside. It's the projector room. The old machine seems to be running by itself. Behind us we can hear the screams coming from the upper hall now. I push everyone inside and close the door behind us. "Will someone finally tell me what is happening here for god's sake!?!" Cheryl is now pissed. "..." I try to say. "I don't know what I saw but I'm pretty sure they were vampires!" Mark says. Finally, the word is out there! Cheryl looks at Mark gaping. Her rational mind would like her to answer: "Mark, stop pulling my leg," but the screams coming from the floor below kind of block the words. "We have to find an exit and warn the authorities..." I say. Warn the authorities... Yeah right, I can picture myself perfectly saying: "Officer there are vampires in that abandoned movie theatre and they are fucking everyone." "... or something." Mark is looking through the small window to the screening room. He turns back to us, livid. "I just saw... Kathy..." he says. I push him to a side and have a look. The movie is still running but I doubt that anyone is looking at it anymore. I spot Kathy too. It's hard to describe. From where I'm standing she looks magnificent. Her previously white night gown is now covered in blood. She seems so powerful, so animal, so savage. She has cornered a Buffy lookalike who is successfully holding her at bay with what looks like a cross. Note to self: they are repelled by crosses. Other note to self: if there was any doubt, there isn't any more, those things are definitly freaking vampires. A newly risen creature manages to distract the wannabe slayer long enough for Kathy to circle around the poor girl. Despite its absolute lack of aerodynamic design, the cross flies across the room. Kathy pins the girl against the screen and savagely sinks her fangs into her cleavage. The blonde girl seems overwhelmed, she stops fighting, submitting to the kiss of my former friend. I spot a hanging walkway that seems to lead to a ladder going up above the screen. I look around and spot a small trap in the ceiling of the projector room that might lead us where we want to go. Cheryl and Mark are waiting for instructions. We pull the trap and helping each other we go further up. Thank god, I'm not afraid of heights. The walkway is a little more than three feet large, no guardrail, hanging ninety feet above the ground. I fall on all four and test the resistance of the old installation. It should hold. I grab my metaphorical balls with both my hands and slowly start making my way on the platform. Five feet, ten feet, twenty feet. Slowly but surely I make my way towards the ladder. Mark and Cheryl follow me. I'm almost half way when Kathy finishes with the Buffy lookalike. Fangs blazing she looks up, she sees me. "Erin!" She howls, "don't you move, I'm coming to pluck you, my sweet little peach." She rushes towards the screen, towards the ladder we're aiming for. She's fast; we will never make it to the ladder before she reaches our level. I turn around, Mark turns around and Cheryl turns around. We start making our way back the way we came, only this time much, much faster. If a famous energy drink claims to give you wings, I can confirm that fear is much more efficient at that. We are just above the balcony when I feel Kathy stepping on the walkway. The extra weight starts taking its toll on the old structure. I turn around, she's starts running. "What a delicious peach, I want to peel it with my teeth!" Kathy snarls behind me. She's gaining on us. I brace myself picking up the pace, Mark does too and Cheryl as well. Now imagine, this poor walkway built at the turn of the century - not this turn the previous, built to support a medium sized man of the time, supporting the charge of four modern teenagers... When finally the structure collapses, I feel almost sorry for it. The fall seems at first to take forever, but the section we are standing on crashes on the balcony. The rest of it with Kathy on it, smashes on the floor below. The balcony is empty. All the vampires must be chasing the last survivors in other parts of the theatre. "The doors, we have to close the doors," I scream. Mark stands and rushes to the door on the left. I rush towards the door to the right. I manage to close it. I run to the third door and close just before a vampire slams against it. I turn around. Cheryl is looking at the door where Mark is supposed to be. The light of the upper hall is still pouring into the balcony. Fearing the worst I get closer. One of the slutty schoolgirls is holding Mark from behind. In a desperate attempt to save my boyfriend I rush towards the door. I trip on something. It's blonde girl, in a victim's outfit, just by the fake bite marks a pair of real ones are pouring with the little blood he has left in her system. Lucky me! Hanging from her neck, I see a small golden cross. I grab it and turn towards the door. Mark is on his knees. One of the slutty schoolgirls is pulling his hair to reveal his neck. Her fangs are hovering a few inches away from his veins. When she sees me holding the cross she hisses. "Let us in or he dies!" "Fuck you!" I say slamming the door. Behind us the movie is still playing, below us the vampires are rounding up the last survivors but we are safe, for now. I collapse on a seat before bursting into tears, the cross still between my fingers. After a while I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up. It's Cheryl. She looks a bit out of place in her Vampirella outfit but her presence tends to comfort me. "Erin, come on you have to help me, we have to get rid of the body." With difficulty I stand. We grab the body and bring it to the edge of the balcony. We push it over but the moment it topples the girl opens her eyes. She hisses, tries to bite me but falls on the seats below. I seat again. On the screen the vampires are preparing to attack the town. "Erin?" It's Kathy's voice coming from the floor below. Cheryl and I look at each other. "Erin?" She lingers on the last syllable. "Erin? You little slut, I know you can hear me. I also know you shouldn't resist. It's so wonderful, you should open those doors and come to us, embrace us. I want to feel you inside me again, you work magic with your fingers, I can tell you that, it was mesmerizing! Come on Erin, we only want to fuck you and rape you and suck you dry. Once it's done we can sink our fangs into the big apple together, you'll love it." I don't answer. "Erin, you little fuck, I know you've always dreamed about being one of us. Be coherent for fuck's sake, join us..." Behind Kathy's words I hear muffled screams. "Erin, you little bitch, why don't you come here and have a look, we have a surprise for you." "Erin, please help me, don't let them kill me..." This time it's Mark's voice. I look over the edge. The movie screen casts a strange light on the orgy below. At least ten vampires on the floor below, form a large circle. In the middle of the circle Kathy and one of the slutty schoolgirls are standing above Mark. The vampires haven't touched him, yet... "Erin! How wonderful of you to join us at last." Kathy spits before turning towards Mark, "now let's have a look at what you've hidden from us." She takes off his cape, his shirt. "Nice abs," she comments running a nail against them. "I know he has nice abs, they belong to me, bitch!" That's what I'd like to say but all I can do is watch her continue undressing my Mark. She pulls down his pants leaving them hanging over his ankles. "This doesn't seem too lively," she says touching his dick. She starts rubbing him through the fabric of his boxers looking at him. I offered him those boxers... "Ah," she says finally, "that's much better; now let's see what we can do with this." She takes the dick out, wraps her fingers around it and she starts stroking it. Mark seems to be enjoying this a bit too much and that's too much for me. "You let him go you bitch!" "Erin, you see, it's not how it works. You let us in and maybe I'll let him go." "Fuck you!" My voice is much weaker than before. "Too bad, it's your loss." The slutty schoolgirl chooses that moment to sink her fangs into Mark's neck. Kathy, still stroking him, sinks hers into his thigh. For a while, Mark convulses before unloading a powerful stream of sperm all over Kathy's face. "Hum delicious," she concludes licking the sperm and the blood from her fingers. Cheryl's hand on my shoulder presses as I start to cry. I'm broken, that slut, Kathy, managed that. "Erin, we have to go, we have to fight our way through." "How? How can we fight them?" "With crosses to start with..." "Crosses? We only have this one!" "Look around you." I look but all I can see is a large pile of rubbish. Cheryl walks to the one of broken seats, tears through the fabric and extracts two large wood sticks. She holds them together forming a cross. "Here you go," she smiles triumphant. "Here I go..." I repeat. Here I go! Hell yes, we will get out of here and survive the night. I can tell you that. In a movie you would have this militaristic march with a montage cut showing the audience as we prepare for battle. Since we don't have John Williams at hand to compose a powerful yet subtle theme song for our little adventure, I hum to myself a medley of his hits. Cheryl is holding one stick, a pointy one. I shrug and smile. Since crosses work why not stakes as well. I gather a few of those for myself. Finally, we're ready. On the screen the movie is finishing, the vampires have taken over the village and are sending the Gargoyle they found in the Castle in a large crate towards the US. Back to back, holding our crosses and looking like porcupines with all the stakes, we open the door to the superior hall. There are no vampires to be seen. We carefully walk down the stairs. At the bottom Kathy and the monsters are waiting for us. "So you finally decided to come out. Too bad it's so late, Mark is one of us now..." She smiles letting me appreciate her long and shiny fangs. The crosses seem to work, they stay away from us, a bit insecure. Once we reach the bottom of the stairs the vampires surround us forming a circle. They don't look like they want to get any closer. We force our way through the sea of monster. When I get to Kathy's level I step forward and for a second I break the cross. She rushes in, all fangs blazing ready to rip my throat but I manage to stick one of wood chunks deep into her heart. She falls to her knees, looking at the stake in her chest. I grab another wood stake and reform the cross. "You bi..." she says before bursting into flames. The vampires circle widens around us. We make our way through the main hall, through the screening room down to the bottom of the ladder. I give a last look around the room. With the exception of the vampires who followed us from the main, most of the creatures aren't paying any attention to us. By groups of three or four they rape the corpses of the last turned humans. Some of them start to wake up, joining playfully into the lustful games. The creature that was Mark looks at me while jerking off. "I'm sorry," I say. Cheryl goes first; I follow her leaving a cross made of two stakes just in front of the first step. With her round butt over my head, I climb towards freedom. We reach a small hatch; we push it and step on the roof.. We block the way out using the last stake. Climbing down the large sign of the movie theatre, we soon reach the street level. At last we are free! The night air on our faces, we feel great. We are saved, we made it! Or did we? Okay, okay, I haven't been totally honest with you... Do you remember when we got rid of that girl on the balcony? I told you she had tried to bite me. Well actually she not only tried to but she managed to. Nothing to worry about I first thought, just a scratch, not enough to get it into my system. Well I was wrong... I should have told you. Actually I really should have told Cheryl, because she's in terrible danger right now... Or maybe it's okay this way. Kathy was right in a sense; I have been wishing for this all my life and fighting against it all night; that was pretty incoherent. Now that I feel my canines grow in my mouth pushing away the fake ones, now that my guts are screaming for Cheryl's blood, now that my twat is so wet, so, so wet... "Are you all right?" Cheryl looks preoccupied, "we can't stop now; we have to get away from here. The doors won't hold them forever and we don't want to be around when that happens." "No, we don't need to run..." I say. "We don't need to run." Cheryl repeats. "All we need is to find a discreet place..." "All we need is to find a discreet place." "A place to fuck and turn you..." "A place to fuck and turn me..." Her voice changes, the last remnants of her free will fighting for a final gasp of air. "Oh... They got to you... Please Erin... Don't..." After I have dipped my fingers in all her holes, after I have licked all her nooks, after my fangs have repeatedly desecrated the temple of her skin, after I have ingested her entire soul, I feel at last complete... The letter did change my life and it was for the best, I think as I enter the night in search of my next prey. Vampiric This is my first story so the editness isn't very good but those who have read it like it. Or at least that's what they tell me. Hope you enjoy. :) * The year is 1662 and Gavin and Anastas are in a castle in Romania. Anastas is a 100-year-old vampire wearing a black skirt with a red corset detailed in black. Her hair is pulled back in a half ponytail. Gavin is in a black Victorian Goth suit. His long black curly hair is pulled back in a ponytail. He's a lycan. Gavin kisses Anastas passionately. He backs her into a wall and roars in her ear. Gavin changes only enough to gain his teeth. While his teeth grow to points his eyes glow yellow with animalistic hunger. "I love that look in your eye," Anastas whispers after flicking his ear with her tongue. Gavin shudders. "Do you know what my eyes are looking at?" "Yes," Anastas pushes back her hair to reveal her shoulder. "This." Gavin pulls her close, "Yes." "Make me scream." Gavin flips Anastas around pressing her front the wall. He tilts her head to the left and moves his head to the right shoulder. He licks the spot first, and then he goes in; his four white fangs biting Anastas's pale tender flesh. Blood gushes to the surface. Anastas breathes faster, she tries to squirm out of Gavin's grasp, but he pins her down harder. "I'm not done with you yet," he growls. He bites the already healing wound again. "Puh-ah-puppy," she moans. "Scream," he says. Anastas breathes faster and faster, finally she screams with pain and pleasure. "Bed," she says. They both get in the canopy bed with blood red sheets. Anastas pins Gavin to the bed, "I'm in control, it's my turn." She laughs revealing long white fangs. She removes his coat and opens his shirt. She traces her long nails up from his stomach to his chest and to his neck. She moves her finger back and forth on his neck before digging in. Her mouth explodes with blood. Her hand moves from his chest to farther down, Gavin gasps. She rubs her hands up and down. "I've got a present for you," and with that she got up and walks to the door. Gavin watches her every move, every curve of her body. Anastas opens the door and a girl enters, she's human. "Her name is Megara." "Hello sir," she trembles. "Don't worry, my bark is much worse than my bite," Gavin smiles. He walks towards her and kisses her cheek. She blushes; he smiles showing his teeth and changes his eye color. Meg gasps. "Get on the bed and take off your clothes." Anastas leads Megara to the bed and helps her take off her clothes. Now Meg is only in a corset and petticoat, Gavin walks over and sits on the bed, "kiss." "This will be much easier if you cooperate my dear," Anastas smiles and tucks Meg's hair behind her ear. "Such a pretty girl," she says as she runs he hand down Meg's pale sweet neck. Megara nods, all fear seems to have disappeared from her eyes. Anastas leans in to kiss her and their lips meet. Meg's hands slide to Anastas's sides and Anastas's arms wrap around Megara's neck. Their lips part and their tongues dance in each other's mouth. Meg moves her hand up to search for something else she likes. Meg squeezes Anastas's breast and kisses harder. Anastas's hands start untying Meg's corset. Meg breathes deeply in relief because she doesn't have the pressure on her chest anymore. Anastas lifts up Meg's petticoat and tosses it across the room. Gavin grabs Megara and pushes her down on the bed. He pulls her so that her feet and legs are off the bed and he can stand at the perfect height. Anastas climbs up beside her and begins to make out with her again. Meg's hand traced its way down Anastas's body, down her back, squeezing her butt and down to the inside of Anastas. Anastas kisses harder. Gavin teases Meg by rubbing his hand up and down, just barely touching her. Megara tries to push her body that way but Gavin stays one step ahead of her and continues to tease her. Finally, Anastas pulls Meg out of her and straddles her face. As Anastas does that, Gavin wraps Meg's legs around him and pushes his way into her. Anastas lowers herself to Meg's face and gasps in pleasure. Meg's tongue dances around more each time Gavin pushes in. Anastas rocks back and forth on Meg's face moaning with each movement. Before any one of them finish Anastas slides down to kiss Meg again. Finally she sits up and kisses Gavin while he's still inside Megara. Anastas claws Gavin's back. Anastas pulls Meg back and takes her place. She motions for Meg to crawl on top of her. Meg does and the three of them go at it again; Anastas digging her tongue deep inside Meg and Gavin pushing into Anastas. Meg moans both their names. Gavin claws Meg's back, she screams. Every touch is electric, every move flows together, everything fits. Anastas moans and starts to tremble, feeling her body prepare to finish her back arches and all three orgasm one right after the other. Gavin kisses Anastas softly and then Meg. All three are trembling and breathing heavily. They climb under the cover and cuddle together, falling asleep in each other's arms. Vampiric Boobies "I have vampiric boobies." The Romanian girl said it in such a solemn manner the table couldn't help breaking out in laughter. The girl, she'd said her name was Acarina, tried to hold her serious expression, but she couldn't manage it for long before her face cracked in a wide grin. "I wouldn't mind getting my dick up between them and letting them have a good suck," Chris Schreck said, setting off another round of laughter. They were a very nice pair, he thought. He watched as she scrunched her pillowy bulges together beneath her tight little black dress. She was perfect. Her figure, especially with those large tits, was on the milfy side. Schreck liked that. He didn't like his girls to be stick insects. Acarina was voluptuous without tipping into fatty. Her slinky black dress clung to her curves like a coat of oil. Long raven-coloured hair cascaded onto her shoulders. Her blue eyes were big, bright and sparkled with mischief. Sure, she looked a little older than the other girls on the table—three perfect blonde Romanian exports—but Schreck was fine with that. There was nothing like an experienced woman for a truly filthy experience in the bedroom. Yes, Schreck had already decided which girl he wanted to take upstairs. He had a strong desire to press his face right into those big, fluffy breasts. * * * * The club was called Villerias. Schreck didn't know where it was exactly—somewhere hidden amongst the back streets of Valencia. Maximilian Blasko, the brash American in their party, had given the taxi driver the internationally recognised signal for strip club—two hands cupped in front of the chest as if holding up a pair of invisible basketballs—and they'd ended up here. And very fine the scenery was too. One wrinkly old hag had tried to latch on to their group, but they'd quickly shooed her away and found themselves a nice table with four of the hotter girls, including the phenomenally well-stacked Acarina. Then the beers had started to flow. And flow. And flow. Why not. Schreck had personally secured a couple of multi-million pound contracts. The company could take the hit for this one. He deserved it. "What do you do?" Acarina asked in heavily accented English. It contributed to her exotic allure. Blasko whistled, dove his hand onto the table and made a sound to represent an explosion going off. "We blow shit up," Gareth Lee said. "We work for companies that manufacture munitions," Schreck elaborated. "There's a big trade fair taking place in Valencia this weekend." "We made a killing, baby," Lee said, clinking his bottle of cerveza against Blasko's. "Shock. And. Awe," Blasko said. "Apart from Francis over there," Lee joked. "I'm here to drown my sorrows," the short man, Francis Oldman, said. "Because my boss is an incompetent fucking knobhead who can't do shit outside the old tie network." "Oh baby," the hot blonde with the leopard-print dress sitting next to him said. She put her arms around him. "We'll make you happy." Acarina leaned forward. Mischievous interest sparkled in her wide blue eyes. "Who can make the biggest bang?" she asked. Blasko banged his bottle down on the table. "I work for Hammer Arms," he said. "We manufacture the M8-97, the most powerful landmine known to man. There's enough bang in one of those suckers to flip an Abrams tank right on its back, and those fuckers weigh seventy tons. If a man had the misfortune of stepping on a primed M8-97, his balls would end up racing his brain to the moon." Schreck shook his head. "No subtlety, matey," he said. He knocked a cigarette out of the pack on the table and lit it. "You'll have to excuse my American friend," he said. "Like most of his fellow countrymen, he has an unhealthy preoccupation with big bangs and bright explosions. The M8-97 might turn a human being into a spray of fine red mist, but tactically it's rather limited...like his concept of foreplay." Schreck winked at Blasko. The American guffawed. Schreck took a long drag on his cigarette. "You see, most anti-personnel devices—the good ones—are designed not to kill. Blow a man to pieces and his fellows will wipe the jam from their faces, say a prayer for their departed chum and soldier bravely on like the good little drones they are." Schreck leaned forward and lowered his voice. "However... Maim that man, cripple that man, take off a foot or a leg, now that's a different matter entirely. Your little tin soldiers, well they can't leave their mate behind, can they. They've got to stop, patch him up, tourniquet the stump. Then they've got to get him back to safety." Schreck stubbed out his cigarette. "That's the difference. People are dumb. They don't know when to let things go. Leave a man crippled and alive, and you don't take out just him, you take out his entire squad as well." He tapped his head. "Subtlety." The girls giggled. They only pretended to be shocked. Their bright eyes glimmered with bloodlust in the low, intimate light. Years of civilization meant nothing. Everyone was a savage underneath. "Doesn't it bother you," Acarina asked, "that your company makes weapons that kill people? How do you sleep at night?" She wasn't accusing him. He could see it in her eyes. She was only teasing. "Like a baby," Schreck said with a wide grin. "People kill people. Not guns, not mines, not missiles, not bombs. Me, I've never killed anyone in my life." Schreck raised his arms and glanced upwards. "Why, I'm as innocent as the angels up in heaven." Then he burst out laughing and the rest of the table joined in. "I thought there were international laws against the sale of landmines," Acarina said after they'd ordered another round. Schreck liked her. She was smart. There was a spark in her blue eyes. He slapped his wallet down on the table. "See that," he said. "That's our law book." The table erupted in laughter again. "So where are you girls from?" Lee asked. Their pale skins and accents clearly marked them as not local. "Romania," Acarina replied. "You're a long way from home," Schreck said. "There's good money out here," the blonde girl in the leopard-print dress shrugged. She lit up a cigarette. "Romania, ain't that Dracula country?" Blasko asked. The girls laughed. "You're safe," the blonde girl with the red cocktail dress sitting next to Lee said. She opened her mouth to show off her perfect white teeth. "See. No fangs." "The only thing we like to suck is cock," Blasko's girl said. The American squirmed in surprise and then broke out in a broad grin as her hand went down into his lap. "I must varn you," Acarina said, exaggerating her accent. "I have vampiric boobies." * * * * "It's two hundred euro," Acarina said once she and Schreck were upstairs in one of the rooms. "That includes everything?" Schreck asked. "Full service?" "Yes, full service," Acarina replied. Schreck nodded and started to take off his shirt. The room was small and intimate. Low red lighting washed over their bodies. The bed was a mattress sitting on a ledge that extended the whole length of the far wall. A long, cylindrical pillow sat at each end of the mattress. The back wall and ceiling above the bed were covered in mirrors. Acarina unpeeled the slinky black dress from her body. Underneath she was wearing a black bra and panties with frilly white trim. "Your skin is very pale," Schreck commented. Her skin was white, almost alabaster. "I keep out of the sun," Acarina said. "It's bad for the skin...makes it rough and hard." She unhooked her bra and Schreck stared at the lovely sight of big, bold breasts bouncing free. They were beautiful, absolutely perfectly formed. "Here, feel how soft and smooth they are," Acarina said. Schreck didn't need a second invitation as he placed his right hand on her left breast. Her skin was smooth—baby smooth. He relished the texture as he slid his palm over her soft, yielding curves. Soft. Squeezably soft, he thought as he pressed his fingers against her malleable flesh. He placed his other hand on her other breast and squeezed her boobs together. He loved the way her pale pink nipples jutted outwards. He pulled her forwards and ducked down to press his face into her bosom. Her breasts felt like the softest pillows. Acarina laughed as he rubbed her face against her as if wanted to burrow right into her cleavage. Her laughter changed to coos of pleasure as he turned his head to the side and lapped at her nipple with his tongue. "I could dive right in and drown in those," Schreck said as he stood up straight again. Acarina looked right into his eyes and nudged him backwards until he was sitting down on the mattress. "There's another part of your body I wish to drown," she said. She crouched down, undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and underpants. Freed of its constraints, Schreck's erect cock bobbed up. "Nice and eager," Acarina said, poking it with her finger. She got up and fetched a bottle of oil from the dresser. Schreck watched as she poured some of the clear liquid onto her chest. She rubbed the oil into her large round breasts until they glistened. "Would you like these wrapped around your little man," Acarina said. She jiggled her boobs in her hands. "I think my little man would enjoy that a great deal," Schreck replied. She pushed his legs apart and went down on her knees between them. She flopped her heavy breasts into his lap and then pushed them together until Schreck's erection was wedged in her cleavage. "Nice?" she asked. "Extremely," Schreck replied. Her soft flesh smooshed up all around his erection. His cock slid smoothly up and down the valley of her cleavage, lubricated by the thin layer of oil she'd rubbed into her chest. Well, not a valley exactly. Her breasts were big enough to enclose his dick in a warm, fleshy tunnel. "Mmm, when I press them together like this, doesn't it feel like a soft fluffy cunt," Acarina purred. She placed her hands on either side of her breasts and squashed them together around Schreck's cock. It felt fucking fantastic was what it felt like, Schreck thought. Acarina folded her arms around her boobs, forming a cradle to hold them in place as she bobbed up and down on his crotch. Schreck slid further back on the bed, resting on his elbows as Acarina titwanked him. He was going to stick his cock in her pussy at some point this evening, but he'd already decided he was going to finish up over those tits. If he lasted that long. The fleshy helmet of his cock emerged from the top of her cleavage like a mushroom. Acarina tilted her head down and licked it. She took the head between her lips and wet, slurping sounds came from her mouth as she sucked on it. Together with the soft pillows of her breasts rubbing up and down his shaft it felt absolutely fucking divine. "Yeah baby, that's it," Schreck said. Acarina released the head of his cock. She gave the opening to his urethra a teasing little lick with her tongue. "Aw, look at the sweet little mole," she cooed down to where his cock nestled between the two hemispheres of her white breasts. Schreck smiled and raised his head. It did look a little like a timid woodland creature sticking its head up out of a burrow. Acarina's cleavage was big enough to smother him completely. "Let's send him back down his hole," Acarina said. She put her hands under her breasts and both lifted them up and pressed them together. It looked like the head of Schreck's cock was sucked down into the warm crevice between them. "Down, down, down; to sleep between my soft pillows," Acarina cooed. Schreck closed his eyes as he felt her soft flesh rub against the fleshy ridge below his glans. Acarina teased it with little motions of her chest. Up, down, the friction sending tremors of pleasure through him. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be needing her pussy at all this evening. She stared at Schreck with her bright blue eyes. "Where my vampiric boobies will hold you, squeeze you and suck you dry," she said. They both laughed at the continuation of the joke. Then her breasts throbbed. What was that? Schreck's eyes widened. He wasn't sure what he'd seen. Her two big boobs had pulsed. Like seeing some kind of weird optical effect on a TV screen. Maybe it was a trick of the light. Or his eyes were tired. Or... ...they'd spiked his drink with something. They throbbed again. He felt it this time—a slow pulse throbbing up the whole length of his shaft. His cock was gripped by a gentle tugging sensation that went right down to his balls. He looked across at Acarina, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. She tilted her head up to look at him. Her blue eyes gleamed. "No escape. My titties have you now," she said, pouting her red lips. What was she on ab— Her breasts throbbed again. Harder this time. Fuck. It felt like he'd just come without coming. There was that sense of relief, and the feeling his cock had sprayed something into the moist space between her breasts. It wasn't semen. His balls felt on the verge, but they hadn't fired off their contents yet. Then what was— Oh. A splash of red appeared on the pristine white curve of her left breast. It bloomed like red dye dripped into water. He would have thought something had leaked down from the ceiling, but the red colouration was clearly spreading out beneath her skin. Had something, a blood vessel, ruptured in her breast? She didn't show any pain. In contrast, her face glowed with feral lusts. "That tastes nice," she said, running a pink tongue over sensual lips. Tastes nice? What was going on? "Oh," Schreck gasped. Her big round breasts pulsed in his lap. Deep within them, his cock was nestled between two soft cushions of flesh. He felt a strange kind of tugging sensation on his manhood, like a wet kiss wrapped around his full length. It felt pleasant, but also enervating. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I told you," Acarina said with an amused smile. "I have vampiric boobies. They're drinking your blood." It didn't make sense. It sounded crazy, but it was happening. He could feel it. She was drawing it from his body, pumping it out of him with swelling pulses of her bosom. More red blossoms bloomed within her breasts and diffused beneath her skin until her tits went from pale white, to pink and then to a ruddy glow. "It won't hurt," Acarina said. It didn't. There was no pain, no hint of a puncture. Her soft flesh pressed against him and seemingly sucked his blood out through his pores. It was weirdly erotic—like he was coming, but from the totality of his cock rather than just the tip. As good as it felt, Schreck knew he couldn't let it continue for too long. How big were her breasts? How much could they hold? A pint? Two? More than three and that was the end of him. In his mind he launched forward and shoved her off him. In reality he continued to lie back on his elbows while her breasts pulsed and throbbed in his lap. He had no energy. He couldn't summon the spark to move his leaden limbs. "That's enough," he said. "Stop it." "Stop? Really?" Acarina said, her mouth forming a coquettish 'o'. "Don't you want to come?" Schreck did. Badly. The gentle pulsing motion of her breasts against his erect member was maddeningly arousing. Waves of warmth flowed up his shaft. He felt a pleasant tickling sensation all over his skin as she absorbed his blood. This couldn't last. He had to get his cock out of there. "It will kill me," he said. Just as surely as if she'd sank her fangs in his neck like a typical horror movie vampire. Acarina eyes narrowed and she smiled. "Are you sure you want this to stop?" Her breasts squeezed against him with a deep throb he felt all the way down in his balls. His cock was enveloped in marshmallow heaven—squeezed, smothered and sucked. So good. But he'd be off to the real heaven—or hell—if he didn't get her to stop. He was already starting to feel weak. "Yes!" he gasped. Fucking get those things away from me, he thought. "Really sure?" Acarina asked. She placed her hands under her weighty breasts and started to pull them apart. Schreck screamed. The pain! Shit, the pain. It was excruciating—a burst of agony exploding from his cock. Fuck. Fuck. It felt like someone had wound his dick in strong adhesive tape and was now slowly peeling it off, taking the skin away with it. Shit. Worse than that. Like tape with fishhooks all along the inside, each tearing at his skin as she pulled her breasts further and further apart. Schreck clenched his teeth. His eyes watered. What had she done to him? What had that freak bitch done to his cock? "Oh dear," Acarina said, looking down between her cleavage. "The bonding process appears to be quite advanced." Schreck looked down and wept. His cock. She'd mutilated it. His cock was stuck between her breasts. Literally. They'd fused together, her skin melting into his. Schreck watched as her breasts pulsed like two great hearts and a wave of red flowed up his cock and into the boobs sandwiching it. Sticky pink strands stretched from the inside of her tits to his cock. As Acarina pulled her breasts further apart the strands detached from his cock, pulling away patches of skin in the process and revealing angry raw flesh beneath. Schreck gritted his teeth as white hot agony rushed through him. This couldn't be happening to him. It had to be a nightmare. "They can still be separated," Acarina said, "but it will be very painful and cause a lot of damage to your penis. You might even lose it." She parted her breasts a fraction more, tearing off another chunk of Schreck's skin and creating a weeping red sore. Schreck cried through clenched teeth and followed it up with sobs. "Or I can push my boobs back together and the pain will all go away." She squeezed them back together a fraction and the pain from his ripped open skin was immediately extinguished as it was covered by the warm flesh of her breast. That felt so much better, as if the fresh wound had been bathed in soothing ointment. Schreck let out a sigh. "I'll let you decide," Acarina said. She picked up his hands and pressed them against the underside of her breasts. He felt their bloated weight in his palms. "What will it be? Pain..." She inched his hands outwards, pulling her breasts with them and he gasped in pain as the ravaged flesh of his cock was exposed. "...or pleasure." She moved his hands in the other direction and the sudden spike of pain was doused in her creamy white breasts. She slid her hands off his and caressed his hips. Schreck was lying flat on the bed now. Acarina was on her knees between his legs with her body folded up over his crotch. Her boobs—swollen, red, grotesque—rested in his hands. She stared into his eyes. You know what you have to do, Schreck thought. Another throbbing pulse reminded him he didn't have much time. He clenched his teeth and slowly began to swing her breasts apart. Fuck. Fuck. That hurt like a bastard. Jangling streamers of agony flared back at him like tendrils of barbed wire growing through his torso. He desperately wanted to get it over with in one savage rip. Like removing a stubborn old sticking plaster, he knew it would be best to do it fast. He couldn't. He felt resistance as he pushed her breasts apart. He didn't know how tightly enmeshed her flesh was with his. He didn't want to rip off half his dick in the process. So it had to be gently, gently, millimetre by agonising millimetre; slowly, slowly, peeling her off him with as little damage as possible. Ah shit jesus fuck. It hurt. The pain rose exponentially. Each exposed millimetre doubled, tripled, quadrupled the agony. Schreck's arms shook. His jaws were clamped together so tightly his back teeth felt on the verge of popping from the pressure. He doubted he would have felt it if they had. Vampiric Boobies He couldn't. Needed to stop. Just a breather. To let the agony subside. Acarina looked down at him with dispassionate blue eyes. Her breasts throbbed again. Another wave of red flowed up through the tangled knot of tissue that connected his cock to her tits. There was no pain there, only a strange tickling sensation as his blood was drawn out through his pores. In contrast, the exposed parts of his cock felt like they'd been coated in caustic soda. A little more. He couldn't. The pain was too great; the flesh too tightly bonded. His shaking hands refused to move further. Acarina's breasts pulsed again. Schreck's heart thrummed in his chest, trying to compensate for the reduced volume of blood. Weakness settled onto his limbs. Strength deserted his hands and they slipped away to rest on the bed. Acarina pushed her breasts back together and Schreck gasped with relief as the searing pain in his cock was instantly extinguished in the soft fluffy clasp of her breasts. She squeezed them together, enveloping Schreck's cock completely and he felt as if he'd been dropped into an ocean of purest bliss. "We all have ways of coping with what we are," Acarina said, a hint of sadness on her face. "Me, I always let them make the final choice." Her breasts throbbed. Red and swollen, they pulsed around Schreck's cock like a pair of hearts. With each beat, his blood surged into her. It was an exhilarating rush of pleasure as his blood swept down into his cock and then flowed out into her warmth. "They always make the same choice," Acarina said. Her bosom pulsed faster, the soft flesh ebbing and flowing against Schreck's cock and sending waves of pleasurable stimulation up his shaft. Good. So good. Too good. His balls tensed and he sighed as his cock throbbed and spurted thick load of cum into her smothering cleavage. A white splash appeared beneath the skin of her breast. It spread outwards and mingled with the red. "That's good," Acarina said. "Enjoy these last moments." She reached under her tits and fondled his balls. "I'll help." She pressed her body down on his crotch. The throbbing suction grew stronger, deeper, until he felt it all the way down in his balls. He gasped as they answered with a throb of their own and he spurted another load of cum into her breasts. Now they'd found the right spot, her breasts began to pump the semen from his body as easily as his blood. Schreck sighed and moaned. His hips bobbed upwards with little twitches as she forced him to orgasm over and over, his seed flowing from him with rhythmic pulses. "Not much longer now," Acarina said. "Lie back. Relax. It will be like falling asleep." Schreck had no say in the matter. All the strength had flown from his body. His head fell back on the mattress and he stared up at the mirror on the ceiling. The figure on the bed barely resembled him. It looked like his pale twin—white and near translucent, like it'd spent its life in a dark cellar, insubstantial as a ghost. His gaunt ghost. In contrast, the girl between his legs possessed so much colour she was radiant with health. His colour. His health. She bobbed in his lap, bouncing on the swollen red boobs wrapped around Schreck's cock, mewling with pleasure as she drank the blood from Schreck's veins. He saw that blood appear on her back. It bloomed and flowed beneath her skin in exotic whorls and swirls of living red ink. Cascades of rose petals swirling down a snowy hill. How pretty, he thought. Then he died. /** * AUTHOR'S NOTE If you enjoyed this story there are plenty like it in the new ebook I have out now: A Succubus for Halloween by M.E. Hydra */