0 comments/ 8587 views/ 12 favorites Leah, Vampire Emperor Ch. 01 By: LesbianMuses "Every blue moon, a virgin must be offered to the goddess Aphrodite and penetrate herself on the life-like statue." Said Leah, Emperor of the Loveland Vampires. Her minions swooned, swarming like cats, craving her icy caress, which yielded every ache and pain in the warrior clan. "Bring me a lesbian and I will be kind to you!" She said, grasping the sore muscles of her men, who kissed her black curly locks. Pursing her lips, she flicked them off, a silent but clear, "Ew! Get off me!" "A lesbian? Why a lesbian?" One of them asked. "Those are Aphrodite's favorites, and mine too." She laughed as her men whimpered. "Wingmen, go! Find me a virgin lesbian!" Her booming cackles rung around the room. The minions hissed their war cries and fled the room to execute her command. Lurching and lurking, they scoured the city for lesbians, seeking a prize that would excite their Emperor. .... The Bachelorette Party .... Claire was bored in the mash of the club. And evading a stack of muscle men, at her friend's bachelorette party, was not the bile-wrenching adventure she was hoping to cure her evening. But an array of men continued to seek her out. She'd bat one's pride, crush another's heart, and immediately bash the next hunky man that would take his place. "Claire! Come dance with me!" Said a dark-haired muscle man who looked like he'd walked out of a Vogue photo. "Who told you my name?" "Claire, hi. Dance with me." He said taking her hand and holding it to his chest. Another man tangled his fingers in her straight blonde hair. "No, thank you." She said, shaking an array of unintentionally Italian gestures with her free hand. She tried to jerk away but could not. "Claire, are you Italian?" "No. But I am gay; so, please let go of my hand." "Aren't you attracted to my charm?" His voice was musical. He caressed her arm with such smoothness she retched. "No. Apparently you need a dictionary." Just as the smile wiped off the hunk holding her hand, another hunk approached and ripped his shirt off. The awkwardness was becoming terribly unbearable as the man proceeded to flex various muscles no human could possess. "Claire..." "Hey!" She called to her friends, who ignored her. They were entranced, drooling over the masquerade of overtly flirtatious men whom paid them no attention. Each drool-worthy man was tenderly preoccupied with Claire. "Help! Hello?" Claire shouted and waved frantically at her ditzy friends. She scowled and swore under her breath. "Come with us, Claire." "I think not!" Claire's voice was unheard as the men raced her out the club with such strength and speed she wondered if someone slipped something in her drink. Spots clouded her vision. The speed of her surroundings increased and she fell into an irrepressible slumber. ....After An Enviously Calm Slumber.... "Welcome to my castle!" Shouted a noticeably feminine voice. Claire opened her eyes. Her vision was shaky and blurred at best, but through the blinding orbs of light, she managed to decipher her surroundings. She'd been placed on a daybed in the middle of a lounge. Her posed body was the center of attention in a massive mansion. Cathedral ceilings with Renaissance paintings towered and branched outward in a brilliant blend of cave-inspired marble artistry. There were twenty-foot ceilings at every corner and second-floor octagonal rooms lit with torches. Her bachelorette shirt and jeans had been swapped with a crystal-white gown strung together with thousands of tiny diamonds. Each diamond had needle-sharp edges. Breathing alone caused their little beaks to scrape and scratch her skin. The adornment was intoxicating, and with every drop of blood Claire felt richer. Odd, nagging intuition revealed the men from the pub in her peripherals. Hiding in the balconies, cowering like roaches crawling through crevices of paved sidewalks, they perched like gargoyles on Gothic Churches. Although their demeanor was shady, they retained an eccentric glow that almost blended completely with the polished marble. They crept forward, licking their lips, eyeing the pooled blood which trickling from Claire's numb, inebriated flesh. A sudden shadow scattered the men into their tiers. Black gown trailing in satin billows, a woman with dark curls descended a flight of stairs. Could this be the creature that terrified the burliest men Claire had ever seen? "Hi." Claire said in an unintentionally sexy voice. "Hello, Claire. I'm Leah." Leah said. "Would you like to sit?" "I'd love to." Leah said, motioning her minions to leave the room from their various nooks and crannies. "Could I show you something first?" "Sure. I feel like I'm having some strange dream." Claire said. "Why don't you tell me about it while we walk?" Leah's voice was irresistibly sensual. Her eyes alluring. Claire felt wary of an immense risk of falling into Leah's essence. As they strolled arm in arm through a greek hallway intersecting victorian gardens, Claire told Leah about her night with her friends at the club. The devastatingly attractive men that would not relinquish their chase and so rudely interrupted their bachelorette party. The beautiful cathedral she woke up in. Her words voiced a terrible underlying feeling of being at war with herself. She thought for a moment it was the surrounding architectural battle between classical and gothic, but her gut seemed to be failing to tell her something about Leah. The more she gazed at Leah, the more her subconscious wavered. It was only a few moments later she forgot there was any alarm to begin with. "Ick men." Leah said. "But most women seem to like them, and they're fun to play with so long as you're not 'playing' with them. And they attract women. Most women. Lesbians they repel. I can always spot a lesbian when my boys take their shirts off. Great strategy." Claire noticed Leah's abnormally sharp teeth. They were so white she couldn't help being mesmerized. "Your teeth are so sharp and sparkly!" "The better to bite you with." Leah winked and escorted Claire to a circular garden with a statue in the center. "Really? Would you please?" "Sure, but I can't bite you until you try my toy." "Toy...." "It's very musical." Leah said, enticingly. "Music.... I should check on my friends. I left them at the club." Claire cupped her mouth with her hand. Fear of having misplaced something trembled in her core. "It's okay. My boys will keep them company." Leah's fingers soothingly combed Claire's hair. "That's very kind of them!" Claire smiled. "...Where's your toy?" Leah thought Claire's eagerness to be bitten was invigorating. "There!" She grinned. Aphrodite's nude statue was placed in an odd prayer position. Marble hands folded with the pointer and middle fingers pointing up. Lips pointed upward, as if she were kissing something sitting on her fingers. "Who is that?" "Aphrodite." "She's beautiful." Claire said, as she ran her fingers along the lips of the statue. The light of the blue moon shone over it delicately. "It feels really good." Leah said. She brushed Claire's hair aside and trailed kisses, tongue and surprisingly sharp nibbles from Claire's shoulder to ear. "Have you done it?" Claire asked. Lavishly taunting Claire with the tip of her tongue, then naughtily hesitating, "A few times." Leah said. The soft flurries of Leah's fingers coaxed Claire into submission. Claire noticed she couldn't see Leah's breath in the frosty night air, but she thought the husks and heaves of her own, as Leah ground into her, compensated. Pants and moans crescendoed into pure undeniable need. A small whine formed, but the hush of Leah's finger and whisper of humiliating instructions, made it clear the only serenity Claire would get would start with the tips of Aphrodite's marble fingers. Leah slid Claire's gown off, rocks scraping and scratching Claire as they went. Sand-paper exfoliation to make her blood run closer to her skin's surface, if not breach. The rawness of the experience was more pleasant than Claire pictured. Leah was cool and mending, strong as steel and rigidly strict in command as she eased Claire onto the statue. Claire's clit strategically placed on Aphrodite's dry lips. Aphrodite's fingers became increasingly warm and welcoming inside Claire, contrasting Leah's deathly-soothing chill. Wedged between the two, Claire felt gloriously worshipped and completely dominated. Leah kissed and caressed Claire from behind, softly feathering, kneading her breasts. Her nose embedded in the back of Claire's head. Marble lips sang their silent serenade, morphing flesh with the power of steel. Warmth, increasing warmth. Blood-filled fingers gently weaved the flesh of Claire's womb. Wet lips suckled her clit. Sensual tingles captured Claire as she ground between the two lively women. Before she knew what was happening, Claire found she had been bitten and drained between two women; and, unwilling to retaliate, intensely enjoying the moment, now lay motionless on the floor. Aphrodite rose from her pose. "Give me her gown, please." There was an ill silence as Leah handed the cloth to her lover, wanting to fuck rather than dress her. Seeing the shake in Leah's hand and silently pinched lips, Aphrodite dropped the gown and wrapped them in an earth-quaking kiss. Leah, Vampire Emperor Ch. 02 The night had been ravishing. Tell-tale escapades of bachelorette women. Leah and Aphrodite had devoured an entire club and were enjoying the reaction of the media from the comfort of their king bed. They squirmed and giggled at the astounded expressions of crime scene investigators, officers and reporters on their flat-screen. "Worst slaughter this town has seen in centuries." Chortling, Leah and Aphrodite caressed their captive, a blonde runner who simply wasn't fast enough. "What's a college girl like you doing at a club on a school night?" Aphrodite teased. The girl didn't move. She lay still, pretending to be dead from the bite marks on her neck. "We know you're not dead. We can smell your life." Leah said, her voice weighted with boredom. Whimpers escaped the girl's mouth as she futilely resisted bawling, burrowing her face further into the white comforter to muffle her cries. "She asked for your name." Aphrodite said, pushing the girl. "Elise!" She cried. Her fear chilled the room, but Aphrodite remained indifferent, even as Leah wriggled uneasily. "Can we eat her now?" Leah asked. "No! Don't you want to play?" Aphrodite scowled. Her incontestable grimace whipped wickedly. Leah twitched and shuddered in response to the physical and emotional pain of irritating her master. She couldn't stand it anymore. Leaping to Elise, her teeth scraped the girl's skin. Elise howled and writhed before them. "Play nicely!" Aphrodite shouted. "I want to keep this one.... I can't believe you turned all those men." "Excuse me?" Leah bolted upright, catching Aphrodite's gaze. A moan erupted from Elise, backlash of vampire venom. "Shut up! I'm having an argument here!" Aphrodite slapped Elise's ass, evoking a small terrified squeak from the poor girl. "You hoard all these men in our castle." Aphrodite said, her voice laden with woman's passionate sentiment for feeling unappreciated. "I don't sleep with men! Not even when I turn them. I thought you'd want them." Leah's mouth dropped in awe at what was happening. Is this dispute for the sake of having intellectual stimulation? "What do you mean I'd want them?" Aphrodite bit. "You're the one who STARTED hoarding men!" Leah shouted. "That was a different time. I needed an army." A bit more calm, Elise wiped her snot and tears on the comforter. As long as their attention was diverted, Elise felt a little calmer. "You couldn't make an army of Amazon princesses?" Leah frowned. If Aphrodite wanted an army of women, she could've turned one conquest at a time. "That's not the point." Eyes averted, Aphrodite pinched and twisted the comforter. "That's exactly the point! Why are you allowed to be surrounded by men, but I'm not. I don't even sleep with them!" Leah poked and prodded Aphrodite. "Hey! That was before I met you!" She swatted at Leah's pointer finger. "Aren't you the goddess of love? Shouldn't you be more loving to your surroundings?" "Stop Jading me!" Aphrodite growled. "I'm not doing it intentionally! Can't you see I'm making an effort?" Leah hissed. The two stopped and laughed. "Well, that was fun!" Aphrodite said. "Oh dear." Leah sighed in exasperation. "Can I sleep now?" Miffed disapproval, "Not funny. Vampires don't sleep." Aphrodite regressed to fiddling with the fabric. "If you're not going to eat me..., may I go home, please?" Elise asked. "Wow, she asked nicely." Leah looked at Aphrodite. It's quite impressive to have prey behave favorably when they're clearly commandeered. Aphrodite petted Elise's head. "Such a pretty girl." She mumbled. "So what now? We replace all the men?" Leah asked. Irritated fatigue pursed her lips. Wouldn't it be nice to have one easy day? Or would that be too dull? "They have to go. Maybe keep one. Whomever is most loyal. But they have to go. I want you for myself. No man may look at you ever again." Aphrodite continued to caress Elise. Elise groaned in sexual pleasure. What was happening? What was she feeling? Why the sudden change? Soft, distinct, upset, Leah's fist pounded the bed. "Well, thank you for the compliment. Can't you trust me?" "No. I'm already too jealous." "Surrounding yourself with women is supposed to make me less envious?" Leah scowled. "No, but you'll fuck better." A devious smiled crossed Aphrodite's lips. Leah flopped onto the bed. Aphrodite won. She'd worn Leah out. "Whatever you want, my goddess." Crawling Leah's body, Aphrodite's seductive hover and palms greedily roused the electrifying waves and jolts of romance, manipulatively grazing and titillating each rise and fall of Leah's skin. She kissed Leah with such fervor that Leah lay blissfully paralyzed. "Why can't you just do that?" Leah grumbled. "Sh. I'm doing it." Aphrodite whispered. Her nose and tongue massaged the contours of Leah's ear. Watching curiously, Elise's head rose. "Wait. Can I try?" Neither superior heard. Aphrodite continued to retrieve sensual impulses within Leah's imagination, gently removing garments, licking, nibbling, sucking, blowing cool breaths over the wetted surfaces she marked on Leah's skin. Leah's stunning voice moaned. "Oh my god, that's wonderful." She bucked and slithered beneath Aphrodite when something jaw-dropping happened. An astonishing tingle erupted as Elise fingered Leah and licked the concave of Aphrodite's ass. "You're so beautiful." She murmured between mouthfuls. "Whoa, slow down." Aphrodite said, lurching into Leah's body. "Holy snap! Slow down!" She groaned into Leah's neck. Leah's sexually satiated fangs pierced her bottom lip as laughter broke the dam of her closed jaw. Her womanhood clenched Elise's fingers and rocked against Aphrodite's hand circling her clit. The two lovers grappled each other under the hungry assault of their captive. Machine-gun orgasms, reaped when table turned, captive lusciously devouring captors. They huffed, heaved and moaned, gasping for air, "Holy shit!" Aphrodite said. Her enervated butt intoxicatedly soaked in sublime recoil. "I always wondered what women tasted like." Elise said, sucking Leah's cum off her fingers. She licked Aphrodite's quaking ass. Snickering at Aphrodite's incapacitation helplessly battling Elise's appetite, Leah pushed Elise off. "You've never been with a woman?" She asked. "How is that possible?" Elise shook her shoulders. "I don't know. Studied too much to have time." Aphrodite, bewildered. "We got taken by a novice?" She gasped for air. "I'm the goddess of love. Why do you keep shocking me?" She asked Leah, as if Leah had the answer locked in a cloaked warehouse or bottomless well of lesbian experience. Leah shrugged. "I think we should keep her." "Yeah, definitely." Aphrodite said, rolling over and passing out on the bed.