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{ASSM} Vampyre Nights Part 7 of 12 {Yotna El'toub} (Slow F/F F/f MC WS
Tg)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for
this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause
this story to fall in to the hands of minors.


Chapter Nineteen: The coming together

The soft thud of the chill out album pulsed incessantly in the
cushion-strewn basement. As lips met, hands explored willing flesh,
stroking tenderly under crumpled garments, and the room was pervaded
by the sweet scent of female desire. The roost members were unhurried
in their mutual lust, stopping short of the heights they normally
explored together. This was a planned restraint Joyce wanted the room
to be welcoming, but all of the roost needed clear minded when their
invited guest arrived.

Vampyre lust when fully developed clouded the mind with unearthly
passions and dimmed reality to a pale shadow. This would not do the
girls needed their wits about them; this was to be their first pack
attack. Even so the wet succulent skin rubbing against hers was so
tempting that Joyce almost peaked, it would have been too soon.
Struggling with her desire she withdrew from the huddle formed by
Gina, Frankie, Claudie and the most desirable of all Lesley.

Joyce watched the sensuous display enacted before her and sighed; it
was so tempting to go back into the throng and loose her body to the
alien passion. She could clearly see Gina's erect nipples poking out
savagely from between Frankie's fingers as Claudie dropped her velvet
lips alternately to their hard tips, sucking them deeply between her
white teeth. As her mouth moved between the buds a sliver trail of
glistening saliva ran down the generous mounds towards the undulating
stomach. Lesley loving caressed the tanned skin of Gina's well-defined
abdomen; occasionally letting her fingers dip to skim the dense patch
of damp curls nestled snugly within the twitching thighs.

It was no good the desire was too strong, Joyce took two steps towards
her impassioned roost mates; her journey was interrupted by a loud
knocking from the door upstairs. Startled back from the brink of
mutual lust she turned and flowed up the stairwell to greet her
guests. She opened the door on the stimulating sight of Sherry and
Trish locked in a deep embrace. Joyce could see the wet tongues
probing against one another, as Trish bucked against the busy hand
wedged between her black thighs. They broke their embrace and turned
to look at Joyce, she was the epitome of seduction from the tip of her
dark locks to the tips of her elegantly turned toes.

"I had this feeling we'd meet again," Sherry whispered in barely
disguised appreciation.

"Welcome all is ready, I even have a floor show to titillate you even
further" Joyce smoldered to the pair of them.

Joyce then turned and swayed away towards the closest door in the
hallway, she opened it and a warm waft of sexual desire washed its way
over the newcomers. Without hesitation they entered the front door and
swung it shut behind them.

Mike saw the women disappear into the house as he rounded the corner,
and 50 yards ahead of him the girl paused briefly before walking up to
the closed door. In desperation she scrabbled at the closed door with
her fingers. It opened and her slight form slipped inside the house
with cautious intent. Mike grinned, he even chuckled quietly ignoring
the pain from his punctured foot as he sneaked forwards; anywhere she
could get into he could. Street lamps briefly illuminated his pale
face as he passed them, gone was the confidence, and the healthy tan.
His bouncy blond hair now hung lank against his forehead. His
expression was more akin to the obsessive than the hunter, but he was
sure of one thing. This was journeys end.

Maldea shut the door firmly behind her back and leant heavily on it, a
reassuring click sounded as the Yale lock secured the door. She had
been lucky; Sherry had been too driven by her moist cunt to bother
with such simple security. Her small breasts heaved up and down, she
was deeply afraid. Yet something told her it was right to be here, it
was her right, her destiny. Slowly she crept forwards in the darkened
hallway, her hormones rushing into overdrive as her senses reeled form
the sexual aura pervading the hall. She had to steady herself and
willed the gasp to muted silence as her eyes feasted on the writhing
bodies. She couldn't see them clearly they were just visible through
the door that had been left carelessly ajar. Her pupils widened to
accept the degradation flooding into them, flooding in sympathy with
the urine streaming from the standing girl onto the orgy of women
beneath her. Maldea instantly recognized the pissing woman, but then
again how could she ever forget her.

Maldea's lips opened and the tongue slid forth as if to taste the
golden spray, her hands moved with a will of their own to her small
tits and hungry slit. She was mesmerized by, and at the same time
drawn towards the perverted act. As she moved onto the top off the
stairwell she noticed the others, the spell was broken by fear of
discovery and she stopped in her tracks. She had little to fear
however the three standing women were transfixed by the spectacle at
their feet.

The centre one of the three was considerably shorter than the blond on
her right or the plumper black girl to her left, however she seemed to
be orchestrating things, one hand busily fondled the blonds ass while
the other delved between the ample cheeks of the black beauty. Lust
rose from Maldea's virgin clit, the burning passion played games with
her mind and drove it wild with wanton seduction. Her masturbation
took on a ritualistic air, she was a woman and she would come like a
woman not like some timid child.

Mike steadied himself on the doorstep and pressed his shoulder into
the creaking door with all his weight and might. The door was
immovable; it stood in splendid resolution rejecting his advances even
when frustration added ferocity to the attempt. It refused to budge
one inch, Mike stood back cursing softly, as the sweat collected on
his damp locks before falling unnoticed to the step. There must be
another way in, he was resourceful - he would find it and rescue
Lesley. Feeling along the sidewall of the house Mike blindly made his
way through the dark passage and into the back garden. Mike surveyed
the shadowy rear of the property, it all looked secure.

Hang on - the back door looked damaged, cautiously Mike padded
painfully forward. A sheet of ply had replaced the glass in the wooden
framed door, now if this was just nailed he could push it out. Still
anguished by his earlier failure Mike pushed with all his strength
against the wood. This time his effort met with splendid if somewhat
sudden success. The ply board flew clattering to the kitchen floor;
unfortunately Mike's own momentum added to his precarious balance and
launched him headlong through the now empty frame. His body cleared
the hole with ease, as did his legs, it was only his feet that slammed
into the solid wood. Mike's involuntary scream could have woken the
dead, and in fact it did.


Chapter 20: Caught in the act

The resounding crash from the back of the house even startled Maldea
back to reality, her fingers still frantically skimmed the straining
flesh bud at the apex of her tiny slit, but her eyes shot an uncertain
glance towards the sound. The next thing Maldea knew strong hands
grasped her firmly and lifted her from a squatting position to her
feet.

"Take care of the little bird Claudie" Joyce commanded as she rushed
past the girl.

Lesley who had the strangest feeling as she fled overtook Joyce.
Lesley couldn't help but think that someone needed her protection. She
must get there first. Indeed she did and what she saw drained the
color from her face. Mike was sprawled across the kitchen floor with
blood gushing from between his hands; he mewled like an injured animal
as a crimson stream pulsed from his tightly clasped foot. There was so
much blood it would drive them crazy! Defensively Lesley spun on her
bare foot and spread her legs wide. She positioned herself between the
rest of the roost and Mike's pathetic form.

Meanwhile in the basement Maldea was coming like a woman, screaming
her orgasm into the depths of Trish's slick vulva. Her childish
abdomen was swollen and undulating in time to the pummeling of
Sherry's fist in her once tight vagina, small vestiges of hymen
flapped uselessly against the flexing wrist. Her own fingers were
grappling in the depths of Claudie's overflowing slit. Maldea felt
Sherry's fist tremble and go rigid inside her, through barely opened
eyes she could she the blond convulsing in pleasure.

Claudie must be one hell of a lover to make a girl come like that by
just holding her breasts. Sherry collapsed in a heap and her hand
relaxed motionless within Maldea's stretched opening. Maldea reached
another peak just as Trish's large clit found and then ground against
the teenagers nose. Maldea thought she would drown in the woman's
juices, as a sudden gush covered her face in forbidden secretions.
Trish tumbled from her mounted position on Maldea's face, and Maldea
saw Claudie clearly at last; her final scream was one of terror rather
than passion. Then the hands found her.

"Ah so its finally decision time" Joyce spoke coldly as she eyed
Lesley with uncertainty.

"Leave him alone" Lesley warned.

"Wrong decision girl," Frankie spoke low "I've waited for this"

Frankie made a deranged grab for Lesley's neck, Lesley evaded it with
ease but in so doing she gave room for Gina to slip past her. Gina
pounced on Mike's fallen body, causing Lesley to spin and grip the
vampyre firmly by the hair. Lesley pulled lush clumps free as she
wrestled to get the lethal Gina away from Mike.

"Leave him bitch, leave him alone..." Lesley left her sentence
unfinished as her voice gurgled incoherently.

"Time to join us" Joyce crowed in victory.

Joyce's hands were firmly planted on Lesley's breasts, and their blood
exchanged through the umbilici that attached Joyce to Lesley's
exploding nipples. The alien blood coursed through the girl's body
rampaging towards the vulnerable brain tissues. Once found the cells
were transformed and the nerve impulses raced to every fiber of
Lesley's body. Lesley came in a shower of red-hot orgasms each new one
building before the last had time to subside. She lost control and
released Gina; tufts of hair fell from her hands, and Lesley slumped
to her knees. She felt the need, the desperation - she must feed -
NOW! Her hands raked at the shirt on Mike's chest - shredding it in
seconds. Her hunger was so intense that the serrated tubes leapt from
her palms a good six inches to latch onto Mike's unwilling nipples. He
turned to her in desperation.

"Lesley no, Please no!" Mike's voice cracked along the edges of
insanity.

Mike stared directly into Lesley's wide-open slit; it seemed to wink
seductively at him. The unexpected stream of hot piss hit him between
the eyes, stinging and blinding them. Mike fought hard but he was
trapped, and then he felt another set of tube teeth bite his stomach.
Someone ripped open his trousers; and white volcanic agony hit him as
his testicles were punctured, his unruly cock extended inappropriately
and a final set of tubes latched onto his swollen glans. His penis
spurted semen uselessly high into the kitchen that had become his
torture chamber. Mike came profusely, as was fitting for any mans
final ejaculation. Even long after all signs of life were gone the
roost feasted on Mike and drained every drop of liquid desire he
contained.

The night passed in an orgy of Wampyr sex, not an inch of body was
left unexplored. Maldea passed from being an inexperienced virgin to
becoming debauched sex-slave with every passing minute. Finally the
house calmed down, as unnatural desires was temporarily slaked.
Efforts to effect repairs were now more important; they needed to be
complete before the approaching sunrise arrived. The kitchen door was
resealed, and the husk of Mike's once proud body was carried down to
the basement and dumped in a dark corner. Disposal would have to wait
- it would be dawn soon.

"We will gather in the kitchen for a final ceremony," Joyce announced.

As Joyce stood surrounded by her servants, her brow knotted in barely
suppressed anger.

"One of us has acted without instruction, has put their own desire to
feed before my command," Joyce's voice thundered, "Make yourself
known"

Gina solemnly took a single step forwards; there was an intake of
breath from all, Frankie glared at Joyce with menace as she fidgeted
uncomfortably.

"I instructed you to leave the man to me, you chose to ignore my
command. Did you hear me, do you have telepathy?" asked Joyce with
menace.

"No I never..." Gina's trembling reply was cut short.

"You lie, and you know the penalty for moving against me!" Joyce
sneered.

"You can't - you bitch, I'll kill you first" Screamed Frankie and she
lunged violently at Joyce.

Joyce stumbled backwards from the unanticipated contact; pain was
written loud across her face, the reason became obvious. The hilt of
the Bathory dagger protruded darkly from between Joyce's breasts. As
the blood ran down her stomach blue flames started to lick outwards
from the deeply imbedded knife. With supreme effort Joyce's hands
raised and fastened on the weapon; slowly she drew it from her injured
heart. She faltered and fell to her knees in agony.

"Claudie" she uttered in desperation.

Claudia rushed forwards and added all of her strength to the hurried
task of removing the cruel blade. It was hopeless! The knife began to
sink further in, and Claudia felt her body being repelled by the blade
as it fed on Joyce's immense strength. With an incredible force
Claudia was hurled back from Joyce's dying body. She flew and smashed
into the kitchen wall, falling winded to the floor. Claudia watched in
immobilized horror as her sister perished. Wicked blue flames licked
up Joyce's disintegrating body. Her dark hair lit and she burned like
a melting human candle, in her death throws her charred body fell
forward and hit the floor - driving the blade deep into her desiccated
body. Joyce was gone.

Claudia regained her breath, if not her composure; tears streamed from
her grieving eyes.

"Seize them!" She ordered.

Sherry and Trish stepped forwards and subdued Gina, while Lesley
grappled with Frankie.

"Banish them, NOW!" screamed a demented Claudia.

Maldea opened the kitchen door and the rebellious pair was thrown from
the house. The door snapped shut.

"Through the power of my mind you will witness the fate of Vampyre
traitors. Watch and learn"

They stood in complete silence as the images from the garden entered
their souls.

Gina was desperately looking for somewhere to hide, Frankie watched
her with pity in her eyes.

"Forget it Gina, we're dead meat, come here - lets at least go out in
some style" Frankie suggested.

Gina was calmed by Frankie's wisdom, and walked up to her brave
friend. Tenderly they kissed and relaxed, breast pressed against
rounded breast, pubis against warm pubis. At last they were together
and they were themselves. The first rays of morning sunlight fell on
the entwined lovers and a fine blue smoke haze surrounded them.
Healthy pliant flesh blossomed ugly blisters as the caustic sunlight
stripped away their sin. Soon it was impossible to tell where one
lover began and the other ended, the flesh melted and merged in such
bubbling intensity. Slowly the bodies disintegrated and fell silently
into a single mound of wind swept ash. In the kitchen the remainder of
the roost stood transfixed, the fear of understanding glowing in their
illuminated eyes.

"So die all outcasts," Claudia announced.

She then turned and walked deliberately towards the waiting basement
there was not one glance back. Her frightened acolytes following in
complete silence.


Chapter Twenty-one: A new order

All was quiet in the sleeping house, Maldea, Sherry and Trish slept in
a protective huddle. Claudia had chosen a shocked Lesley as her
partner and they slumbered wrapped in each other's limbs. The kitchen
had returned to its customary silence, only one thing was changing in
the deserted room. Joyce's cremated remains slowly crumbled to fine
dust, and the once embedded knife clattered to the bare floorboards.
The blade of the knife shone with a ghostly blue sheen, gradually this
flowed from the blade and dripped through the yawning boards. The
Bathory blade returned to its normal shade and then began to glow with
a dull red light.

In the basement a patch of blue liquid gathered on the dark ceiling,
slowly it grew in volume and finally dripped to the basement floor.
With increasing speed the droplet streaked across the floor like an
electric blue stream. It swept past the sleeping bodies into the
darkest corner of the room. Finding its host the droplet finally slid
between the dried lips of Mike's corpse. Immediate changes ensued, the
parchment skin softened, plumping itself in to glowing pinkness.
The change swept down the deeply creased neck and into the once fit
body. Musculature began to form, and regal blood to flow, the soft
thump, thump of a distant heartbeat sounded in the still air.

The blond hair on Mike head shone once again as it cascaded onto firm
shoulders. From these sprung a long smooth neck that lead to the most
exquisitely finely detailed face. The high cheekbones were topped with
dark violet eyes gracing sockets deep with mystery. A short upturned
nose was placed above a wide sensual mouth. Mike stirred and his soft
hands fell to reveal small plump breasts tipped with honeyed erect
nipples. At his groin the rude penile lump was replaced with a fine
rounded mound, covered with downy blond fluff. The tops of the thighs
were sculpted and firm, the gap where they joined revealed a fine pair
of full lush labia. Mike was in fact dead, both dead and gone - in
Mike's place lived Mika. Mika was a most desirable young woman.

Mika dreamed of her mistress, of her cruelty and her passion. She knew
of both, she had tasted both - however she still could not say which
she preferred. The name teased around her mind her mistress was... it
was so close she could feel its sensual texture of the word but she
could not remember it. She could remember the body though the firm
breasts she caressed, the large buds on their tips seemingly always
erect. Elegant hands; hands that could take her to the very highest
pleasure then slap her down into the depths of despair. She could
remember the musky flavor of her lover's vaginal lips. They were so
soft and wide - easily sliding against her tongue. The feel of the
stiff nub between her fingers as she stroked the shaft of Darvulia's
engorged clitoris. Darvulia - that was her name, a name to remember, a
name to fear! Mika snapped out of her dream state and into the
twentieth centuary basement.

Claudia woke at the same instant; one thought was in her mind -
survival. She was in mortal danger, but from what? She scanned the
room desperately for clues, there were none? Then her mind recoiled
from an intense touch.

"Sister prepare to die, as impures always will" Blasted into her
consciousness.

"Who dare threaten a Vampyre, you will be the fatality - fool!"
Claudia transmitted.

"A Wampyr can tear your soul apart, I am Wampyr not Vampyre" Came the
icy reply.

"I can serve you mistress, spare me" Claudia pleaded.

"You can serve me as can your spawn - by dying," Chided the Wampyr
"Now enough idle chat come to me and die"

Claudia's unwilling legs carried her stiffly towards the dark corner.
Mika stepped forwards into Claudia's view, Claudia was lost - she had
never seen anything as beautiful. Despite her fear her nipples
hardened and thick juices ran slickly down her thighs. At once all the
roost awakened, driven by the desire to protect Claudia. Sherry and
Trish snarled bearing their teeth to the intruder, Lesley clawed the
air and howled in sincere challenge. Despite this Mika remained calm
and reached out a hand towards Claudia's breast.

Claudia came at the mere thought of the embrace, but when it came it
brought pain not passion. The girls rushed forwards to attack, but
were stopped in their tracks by the sight of Claudie's heart still
beating held high in the intruders fist. In a second Mika closed her
fist and crushed the heart to stillness. As the beating stopped the
attacking Vampyres collapsed en-masse. Rapidly Mika made her way to
the side of Lesley's body, her features had already started to
crumble. Mika bared her long canines and sank them swiftly into Lesley
breast, drinking deeply of her drying blood. Lesley appearance
improved and tenderly Mika returned her to the floor. Mika then drew
one long fingernail across her own right wrist, and placed the weeping
gash to Lesley's lips. Mika smiled as she felt the lips suckle, she
had been in time, and her Lesley would recover given enough rest.

Maldea had been a silent witness to the whole act, and began to wish
she had never ventured from her mothers watchful eyes.

"So what have we here, a little Vampyres slut," Mika spoke softly "Now
you could have your uses day walker"

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me - I won't tell anyone" Maldea
heard her own voice echo.

"Don't be scared slut, you can serve me and Lesley well," Mika smiled
"In fact death always makes me wet, shall we play little one?"

Maldea knew better than to reply, she simply crawled on her hands and
knees to Mika and placed her lips on the bare vulva. As the
intoxicating fluid flowed into her mouth Maldea lost all her fear and
forgot her mother. The mistress was all that mattered; only the
mistress could give such sweet pleasure. Maldea felt the hands on her
hair - her mouth was mashed into the soporific flesh. Maldea's own
hands parted her well used labia and Maldea's clit burst into a new
life, as her fingers played she was sure she could feel it grow; it
felt long and hard as it rippled to its first release. Maldea was a
slave, but she now felt fully free.



Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub October 2003
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