Greatfully Undead Part 3
09:36 May 07 2008
Times Read: 647
The tires on the wet pavement made little noise as the Porshe came to a stop and pulled into a parking spot in front of the Skull n Bones tavern. A well dressed young man got out after he looked at himself in the rearview mirror and adjusted his blonde hair. He walked to the tavern and entered. The petite young woman, watching from the shadows across the street crossed and entered the tavern a few minutes after. She was dressed in a black mini skirt and wore a full length leather coat and knee high black boots.
Inside the tavern the lights were dim, the tables had a realistic human skull with a candle burning on top. The music was loud, but soft enough for conversation between people who were close together.
The young woman went to the bar and took a seat, positioning herself so her long legs were visable, her red panties were concealed in shadow. She crossed her legs and put her elbows on the bar, and waited to catch the eye of the bartender. She could see herself and reflected in the large mirror mounted on the wall behind the bar, and the blond haired yong man sitting at a table by himself. She reached into her jacket pocket and took out a pack of Djarum cigarettes, put one to her lips and waited a few seconds before the young man took a seat on the stool beside her.
"Need a light," he said, pulling a silver lighter out of his pocket and striking it. She smiled and turned to him as he lit her cigarette. "Thanks," she said. There was a pregnant pause as she thought to herself how easy this was. "What are you drinking," he said. "Bushmills Black," as she brushed her raven black hair back, "straight up." The bartender was now in front of them and the man ordered the Irish whiskey, one for each of them. Her hand dropped down below the bar and landed on the mans knee. He leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear. The drinks were put on the bar and they toasted one another. "Slainte" she said and he echoed her word in the Gaelic tongue. They each swallowed their whisky and stood up, his arm around her waist. Then they both walked out into the night, he opened the passenger side of the Porshe and she got in, her skirt riding up and her thighs exposed. She pulled the bottom of her jacket in and covered her exposed thigh as he closed the door.
When he got into the drivers seat she leaned over and put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him to her and kissed him passionatly, her tongue probing his mouth. As they kissed he pushed his hand up her thigh as she opened them to him. Her felt the moistness of her, and she moaned. "Not here," she whispered. "Lets drive over into the shadows, I'm to hot to wait." "Me too," he said. He pulled his hand away and started the sportscar and she pulled her panties off and down over her boots. He drove a ways until they reached a deserted parking lot, and pulled into a dark corner. He pushed a button and the seats fell back a couple of inches, then they both began kissing and probing each other with tongues and hands. She began panting as his fingers pushed into her, and his other hand pushed away the fabric of the front of her breast. His mouth teased her nipple as she licked the side of his neck, her hips arching as her body was wracked in orgasmic extacy. She opened her mouth, her fangs now descended, and bit him, slicing cleanly into his carotid artery and releasing her venom into his blood. He spasmed intensly as he fell into an erotic dream, his body now limp.
Demiana took her fill of his blood, but her kind did not drain their prey and leave them dead. He would awake hours later and would not remember what had happened, all that remained of her was her scent.
She opened up the door and got out, making sure that the car was locked when she closed it. She walked into the darkness and was enveloped by it.
Greatfully Undead, Part I
04:57 May 07 2008
Times Read: 648
The cold night air struck me as I left my house to meet the stranger who promised me she would introduce me to a real vampyre coven. Although I had some reservations about meeting her in a secluded graveyard at midnight, my heart raced as I thoughtabout finally meeting a real blood sucking for real vampyre. I had fantasized about an erotic embrace, her fangs cutting deep into my carotid artery. Ishivered in anticipation as I walked to the small long unused cemetarywhere we had agreed to meet.
I had been to a lot of goth clubs,for the last year, searching for a real vampyre,but all I ever encountered were goths on with cool stories and fake vampyre teeth. All they ever really wanted was to get me alone and stoned on Absinthe and getinto my pants. But at least I got to meeta lot of spooky goths who were torned on by my milky whiteskin, my long natural raven black hair and crimson lips. but this time I met this chic who did'nt come on to me, and we relaxed and talked as we sat together on the couch. She told me about the coven of which she belonged, and how exquisitely erotic her body felt when she shared her blood.
As I walked through the gate of the cemetary, the full moon illuminated the tomb stones, and shadows mixed with the October mist to form phantasmagoric images floating in the air. I heard an owl hooting and heard the sound of wings flapping, I saw the silouette as she crossed the moon,and and the hooting sounded again,as if she was telling me a message.As I walked through through the rows of grave markers I began to see shady forms looming up before me, and my heart feltlike it would pound through my chest.
"Hello, Demiana,we have been waiting for you to join us"
I looked around andabout a dozen figures had circled around me. The woman I had met at the club before stood before me, and smiled. She kissed me and took my hand in hers and said "Welcome little sister, come with us" I heldher hand as we walked to a mausoleum I had not seen before. She opened the door which squeeled on rusty hinges.
The interiour was lit by two large red candles, and smelled of must and patchouli. Curls of smoke circulated in the air, and I heard an organ playing, that sounded like it was comming up from somewhere down below.We sat in a circle on comfortable cushions, our bodies touching in the closeness of the circle. "I am Lilith, my dear, and Iam the one who you seek" Lilith was looking into my eyes, and her hand reached up onto the backof my neck, she pulled me into her soft an sensual kiss. "You have come here of your own free will, and tonight you will become one with us". "Yes" I said, for I wanted to become like her, to be one with her. I ached for her love.
Lilith drew closer to me, and licked my neck,my heart beat faster, and I felt myself shiver I became wet with our intimacy. Her fangs pierced my neck and my body convulsed in waves of erotic release as I felt her taking my blood. I became dizzy with passion and I surrendered to darkness.
I awoke feeling comfortable and refreshed.The cool silken sheets carssed my skin, and I was naked.
As my eyes adjusted to the flickering candle light, I saw walls and carpet, as well as the bedclothes were a deep scarlet colour. There was a nightstand next to the bed made of dark wood, a white ceramic vase was filled with roses of a colour I had not seen before.
The roses were white, and the edges of the pettles were the colour of blood. Their scent was most delicious, reminding me of childhood walks in the botanical gardens in the city, they smelled of early spring and of roses at the height of their fragrence.
The door openend to the room, and Lilith entered. " Good evening, my love. You slept well I see."
" Yes, I feel fine. This is your house?"
" This is where we live, we are in the a house near where we met. The cemetary is near here. I have lived here since moving from Ireland many years ago."
" You must have been a child then, you look not much older than me"
" No, my love,
it has been since 1845. I look young for my age" she said as she sat on the bed next to me, and kissed me on my lips. I kissed her and felt a wave of passion flow through me. My pulse sounded in my ears, and my breathing became rapid and shallow. She moved her head back from me. "Wait" she said, and moved so she was lying next to me.
" It is time for you to begin your transformation, so you will become one of us. I am of the Baobhan Sidhe, the vampyre clan who live in the ancient underground mounds which were tombs in the old country. We are only legend, they say, but as you can see I am as real as you. That is why I appear to be so young, because time for us is different than for those who live above us, the humans."
Lilith stood up from the bed, and my vision blurred. Then I saw her, but she had changed, a little. Her red hair was now wild and tousled, and her skin had taken on a greeish hue. Her eyes were were scarlet. She smiled, and showed her long canine teeth. She was still quite beautiful, but very scary looking. "See me as I am, but do not fear me Demiana, for you are of my family now. You are to be my child" She reached to her breast and squeezed her nipple, a drop of blood appeared and ran down her chest to her belly. "Suck my tit, child" she said as she lay back down next to me.
I anxiously did as I was told, my mouth eagerly covering her nipple, my body next to hers. My leg went over her hers, and I pushed my belly against her. As I suckeled her, the blood from her tit tasted sweet. The rush I felt made me wet, and she moved her leg so I was astride it. As I drank from her I began to rub myself against her lower thigh. Erotic pleasure filled me as I soaked her leg with my fluids.
" Drink your fill, my love"
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