SUBMITTED BY
BRANDI
THANX MY LIL PAGAN PAL!
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| VAMPIRE SMUT SUBMITTED BY BRANDI THANX MY LIL PAGAN PAL! |
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| She lay in her coffin her long black and flaming red hair fanned beneath and around her. She opened her glowing emerald eyes and looked at me sleepily. As she realized who I was a sensual smile crept across her blood stained lips. As her mouth opened to say something I could see those beautiful ivory fangs, glistening in the full moon light. It had been so long since I had seen her......... my creator, my love, my life, the one who stole my soul. Her beautiful plump body sending me signals of lust. She had lain here for several centuries. Her skin had gone as white as milk. Her nipples were the only part of her shin that had not changed. They were still a pale pink rose color. I had never seen that color on another women as long as I had lived. They beaded and seemed to cal to me. I bent and took the peaked flesh between my teeth lightly nipping her, then flicked it with my tongue. As I did so a gasp and a moan escaped her lips. I inhaled sharply. It had been so long since I had had her. Hers was the only body I wished to have against me. To arch in pleasure as I touched it. I slowly put my hands behind her back lifting her to me. One hand held her while the other caressed her velvety back. I sat on the edge of the coffin and pulled her into my lap. I released her nipple and as I did so she whimpered in protest. My body reacted immediately; my nipples grew taught and hardened. And the juncture between my thighs became saturated. I could feel it beginning to flow freely; this passion of mine had been welling up for a century and a half. The last love I had taken ended up committing suicide after finding out what I truly was. We had slowly begun falling in love. He had been an Irish catholic priest. I had gone in the find new prey. I went into the confessional planning on having fun with the father. But he had an effect on me. I ended up telling him parts of my life. This life anyways. By the way my name is aurora, well it is now anyways. As I move from life to life I change my name and my looks. Now I have silvery/white hair to the bottom of my ass my eyes are as black as pitch. My skin is a soft ivory tone. I am in a gothic life right now. I wear bodices and broom skirts. Along with black velvet hooded cape. Deirdre kisses me, bringing me back to the here and now. Her lips alight on mine as soft as a feather. She slowly parts my lips with her tongue, flicking it in and tasting me. I moan against her. Her hands go to the strings of my bodice. She slowly begins to untie it moving agonaliseingly slow. I caress her inner thigh, running my thumb lightly against the swollen lips of her sex. The curls tickle my palm as I cup her in my hand. Teasing her with my fingers........... She squirms against me, trying to take control. This is what I love about her. Even in the face of passion she tries to stay in control, but I want her to go crazy. To lose all control for me! I want her moaning and whimpering in pure lust. Not worrying if she pleases me or not. I pick her up and take her to my car waiting out front the cathedral. I take her to my apartment that is not far off. She is curled against my chest as I enter the front door; my cape covers her. Her body seems to heat up as we enter my rooms. A large loft apartment looking over a lake, the full moon is reflected in it. Such a romantic setting. Candles are always lit around my place, with soft music going in the background, and a lake at night. I set her on my ancient four-poster bed. It takes a step later to get to the mattres. There are drapes the shade of blood surrounding it. And making up the canopy. I lift the covers and lay her under them. I step down from the latter and start removing my dress, which is easy to slip out of because she had started to untie it. I step out of it, now only in my shift I lift it over my head exposing my large breasts to the cool night air. I have left one of my windows open so I get a breeze as it enters. My nipples strain harder to find release. To be touched, and suckled, to be nipped, and played with. I run my hands down my body as Aurora watches me. Pinching my own nipples, then running my hand further down my stomach. Slowly playing with my white little curls, I move my hand to my head and undo my hair that had been held back in a tie. I can feel it as it cascades down my back like water. Soft as silk, and white as pure snow. As I step closer to the bed I can see that she is excited. Her nipples are straining under the sheet that covers her. | |||||||||||