Message-ID: <5191eli$9710271009@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: poisoniv@supernews.com (Poison Ivy) Subject: The Fearless Vampire, Part2 (FF vamp) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: poisoniv@supernews.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3455fd43.22576836@news.supernews.com> The Fearless Vampire By Poison Ivy Part 2. I'm dreaming, dreaming of nothing, and it is cold. I am so cold. My stomach hurts, I want to vomit, but no, I won't. I open my eyes. No, I am not dreaming. I think I'm awake. And she is beside me, the heat of her is amazing, she's burning up, and I am so cold. I touch her with my fingertips, feel her heat, she is naked, her skin is pink, like a baby. I shiver. She just lies there on her back, staring up, blood on her mouth. Lord, Is she dead? My heart rushes at the thought! But no, she looks so alive. Her beautiful breasts all pink like pillows for my head. I roll towards her--ow!--pain shoots through my crotch! I don't dare look at myself there, at the wounds in my pussy. My neck bite is not bleeding at all, in fact, the blood is gone. Did Darlene clean me up? Or did I just imagine it? But it hurts, a painful ache, I did not imagine it at all. I lay my head on her breasts and feel the heat against my cheek, breathe the sweat of her soft skin. I want to sleep, to close my eyes and sleep, but I love the heat of my Darlene. And her big dark nipples. I press my nose against the nipple and it stiffens up. I kiss right next to it, all around it, and it strains, hugely, sticking up like a child's thumb. I put my mouth over it and suck. I taste something! Is she lactating? A tinge of something, metallic and thick and hot. But barely a trickle, I nip the rubbery nipple with my teeth and I get another taste. I bite it harder and the flow starts, a continuous flow. I suck and chew, and the hot liquid fills my mouth and I swallow, and it is hot--_very_ hot--down my throat, heat fills my belly and heat spreads through me. The cold in my body eases and I suck and swallow again, and the heat spreads, all the way to my fingers and toes. I drink deeply at my lover's breast, the beautiful heat fills my body, and a warm dreaminess fills my head. Ah, I could do this forever! I want to be close to my Darlene, and I feel stronger now, I can move, I crawl up on top of her, press my bare skin against hers, she is still so hot, her heat penetrates me, and I look into her open eyes, black, blank, unblinking. Does she see me? I kiss her brow. Her long dark lashes are lovely, and the fold of the lid. The staring eyes, so black I can't see the pupils. Her lips are full and red and speckled with blood. I lick my thumb and touch a blood spot, and it smears away. Her lips part, just a crack, and I kiss them, soft and warm and lovely. I lick her face, cleaning the blood. I am her puppy, licking my master's face. She is clean, her face ruddy and inert. I kiss her lips, force my tongue in her mouth, run my tongue across her teeth. I hold her face and kiss her hard--oh, my love!--I look into her dark eyes, staring, and I kiss her again. I force my knees between her thighs, feel her fiery pussy against my leg, she is so hot! Can she feel me? Do I excite her? I kiss her, deep, over and over, nuzzle into the warmth of her neck and kiss her neck. My fingers flutter across the hollows of her collarbones. Does she like this? I draw my hands down to her breasts and brush across her nipples. They are straining fabulously. I flick my fingers across them a few times, and move around to tickle her breasts, underneath and along the sides. I hold them, one in each hand. I want to kiss them again. I suck the tip of her chin, then down, with my tongue, down her neck into the hollow at the top of her breastbone, then down, slowly, between her breasts. The heat is heavy and heady. I squeeze her breasts together with my face between. They are lovely. I lavish them with kisses. I chew and suckle the other nipple, and feel her hot milk fill my belly and heat my body. I feel strong now, very strong, which is good, because I need my strength. Why do I need my strength? I'm not sure, but I know for sure I need it. But for what? My Darlene is strong enough to protect me, I've never seen a creature so strong. But then she stares so passively--she looks so empty. Could she save me in case of danger? Perhaps I need my strength to please my love. I am here to make love to my Darlene. The greater my strength, the greater the pleasure she will feel. That is something to use my strength for! Or perhaps _I_ should be protecting _her_. She is so vulnerable like this. If I am strong, I can repel anyone who wishes to damage her. A rush surges in my ears. Would someone dare harm my Darlene? Am I strong enough to protect her? I feel weak. I am stronger, but not strong enough. Darlene's milk can not make me the guardian she deserves and needs. I am so inadequate! But I must do what I can. I get up and check the doors. They are still locked, so there is no immediate danger. The pain in my pussy is bad, but not unbearable. I can walk without difficulty. I gather the courage to examine myself. Two short tears at the top and to the side. What is under there? If the wounds were deeper, what would be damaged? There's no bleeding, just yellow-pink flesh showing inside. I press with my fingertips. The gashes close up, the flesh sticks, and there are just the two parallel cuts in the skin. If I'm careful, I think they will heal. Should I get stitches? It doesn't seem necessary. They should heal by themselves. I can barely see the wound at all. I straighten up, pull myself erect, and a dizziness hits me. Dark swirls, and I reach out for balance but I can't find anything to hold and now everything is black. Black, black, I can't see a thing. I hold myself steady, steady, careful Virginia, wait for it to pass. It's really dark, but now I see something, just a hint of light, the darkness fades, the light returns and I can see again. I breathe deeply, and breathe again. I reach out for the back of a chair. I'm O.K. now. I'm just fine. The darkness is gone but I'm woozy. But maybe I'm not as strong as I thought. Even so, if they want to kill my Darlene, they'll have to kill me first. I'll put up all the fight I can muster. Pretty Darlene, all pink and sleeping. I go to her and lie down on top of her hot body. I kiss her soft lips. Do I feel her breath? Maybe, but I'm not sure. A moist heat exudes from her all over, it's like her whole body is breathing. I love the feel of it against my tits and thighs. And that lovely stench. I lift her arm and press my face into the hairless, stinky armpit. I breath deeply--whee!--my head reels! I suck her nipples again, but I can't get much milk from them. Still, I love Darlene's big breasts, I love holding them and kissing them and sucking them. I love the way her nipples expand in my mouth and the softness of her skin. And most of all, I love that she enjoys it. Although she doesn't move a muscle, I know in my heart that she loves the way I touch her breasts. But I know something she would love even more! I've never given a woman head, but for my Darlene, I would do anything. I only hope I can do it right, that I can give her an orgasm with my mouth. If I can give her an orgasm, I know she will love me more! I kiss down her tight stomach, tongue her belly button. I'm feeling hot now, flushed. Her pussy is just a few inches away, and I can't wait to kiss her there. I stroke her thighs with my fingers, and gently push them apart. I rub my lips through the sparse black hair, and the smell wafts up and my heart thuds hugely in my chest. I feel drunk, excited and warm and drunk. I sweep my head back and forth, skimming my lips over her mound, feeling the coarse hairs on my lips, down slowly until I feel her swollen clitoris against my lower lip. I gather up spit in my mouth, my tongue dripping with it, and I push against her clit, lick it up and down, curl my tongue around it. I suck it with wet lips and drown it with saliva and suck it some more. It stands up like a soldier. I move around and get between her legs. I can see her entire cunt now, all right there, red and wet and swollen all over. The lips puffy thick with excitement. And there's a dark stain at the bottom, deep red-brown from her vagina and down towards her anus. She's menstruating! How sweet! I nuzzle my face up into her sweet cunt, run my mouth and nose and cheeks around in it. The blood is interesting, I want to look at it some more, but she's so soft and hot and her glorious stink, and I kiss her on the pad of each outer lip, one side then the other, teasing her, and I kiss her clitoris some more, but I want to see the trickle of blood again, I want to go back to it, I want to taste the blood of her curse. Her pussy is so sweet, but I'm drawn to the blood, and I lick down these fleshy lips, slowly, wetly, until my tongue settles into the rim of her vagina. Her taste is exquisite, bitter and musky with a coppery bite. I swirl my tongue lightly in the opening, and she opens up, just opens right up and a muscle clinches, and hot sticky liquid flows out of her, right onto my tongue, and it's bloody stuff, I can taste the blood in it, and it flows into my mouth and coats my whole mouth, and I swallow. Oh! Christ! It _burns_ in my throat, scalds my throat, I can feel it burning all the way down and my stomach wrings up in response to the burning liquid, and I hiccup, and another mouthful of her bloody discharge is filling my mouth, where did it all come from? I press my mouth up hard, I don't want to miss it, and I swallow it, the burning hurts! My stomach jerks and leaps and a searing heat is radiating out into my body, I'm burning up, sweat pours out of me, every pore is open and I swallow another mouthful of her, and her body is jerking under my mouth, she's cumming, there's stuff gushing out of her cunt, into my mouth and I'm swallowing big mouthfuls of it, desperately, I don't dare miss any, and the burning heat is shooting through me, through my legs and arms, even my skin is burning, and my own cunt is on fire too, and I swallow again, I press my mouth right up over her cunt and suck the caustic goo out of her, it's incredible stuff, and a fire burns up inside me, radiating from within, shooting through me as I suck the fountain of blood from her beautiful cunt. I have to stop, I can't take any more. I pull off her with a smack and gasp for air. What's happening to me? I feel like I'm about to explode, there's something happening to me, there's something in me, it's in my blood! It's coursing through me, burning into my veins and I shake myself, shake my arms and legs. Blood floods out of Darlene's cunt, a pool of dark red staining the floor, a hemorrhage. I can't stand still, I stand up and shake myself. My body feels like it's growing from within, filling me up from the inside. My skin isn't big enough to hold me. My pussy wound is bleeding again, blood trickling down my thigh, but it doesn't hurt, not even a little. I grab myself in the crotch and intense pleasure shoots through me. I'm cumming, oh God, cumming hard! Oh! I double over with the pleasure of it, I can barely stand it, oh! It's good, it's good! I love it, I love it, but it stops, finally, my climax stops, I'm breathless, and I feel enormous, tall and broad- shouldered, and blood is there between Darlene's legs, wasted on the floor, soaked into the carpet, and I go down and drink it, sucking it out of the fibers and licking it from Darlene's cunt. I'll never get it all, what a fool I am! How could I let this blood go to waste! But an incredible strength builds up in me, springs tensing inside my muscles. I need more of her blood, and I suck it up desperately, and Darlene is responding now, her body responds to my touch. I swing around over on top of her and grind my cunt down on her face. I need Darlene to please me too, to use her mouth on my cunt. I bury my face in her cunt and suck her up, twisting my head in and driving my tongue right up her vagina. Darlene groans with pleasure, and her mouth finds my oozing wound, her mouth is on the old tears, sucking my blood into her mouth, as I suck her heavy menstrual blood into mine. We drink deeply of one another, sharing our most intimate thing, our blood, and my heart and body spirals up and my head reels dizzy dizzy swirls and our hearts throb together, I can feel her heart, my pulse feeds her, hers feeds mine, our blood mixes together, our hearts beat together, her blood pounds in my temples, our hearts drive each other's heart, and we are just one, one being driven by two bursting hearts. Ah, oh God, here it comes--oh!--a huge spasm in my cunt, hard, brutal--and another!--I scream out--and I twist off with the power of the clinch and I flop off--oh!--an explosion!--rocks me. Did I scream? This feeling, this feeling is incredible--oh God!--the delirious joy I feel as this amazing climax pulses through me. With each ecstatic throb, I feel myself growing stronger, more powerful. My body! My joyous body! The power in me is bursting into me from within, so strong I can't control it, and I try to stand up but--ugh!--Christ!--my convulsion knocks me to the ground and I can only thrash with the rapture. Thrashing with a joy as I turn into something I wasn't before. The throbbing finally diminishes, slowly, beautifully. My body is delirious with pleasure, and I feel myself begin to recover. My thighs are trembling, I can barely breathe, but I think I can stand up, I pull myself erect. The power continues to grow in me, and it seems like I'm expanding still. I look at myself. I tingle, all over, tingling inside. I'm aware of my body like I've never been aware before. I swear I can feel every artery, the blood swishing through my veins. The sound of my own blood. And I can sense my nerves, my organs, I can feel the hormones injected into the blood stream. My muscles are all individual things, each one growing stronger with each passing second. My clit! I can't believe my clit! It is hugely swollen, five times bigger than before! Nerves tangle and fill the enormous thing, it's hyper-sensitive, and with a little flick my pinky--oh!--I'm cumming again! Oh sweet Jesus! I love this! It's over, I fight it off and my cum is over, my own strength is overpowering me, I need to _do_ something, I need to jump, and I jump, powerfully, the air swishing in my ears, nearly clear across the room. My back and my legs throb with the excitement of the exertion, and I jump again, swinging my arms and crashing them down on an end table that is suddenly before me, and it shatters under the blow. The splinters of wood under my fist is shocking, did I do that? This is wonderful! I love the violence of breaking wood! And there is something else, a feeling I get, a feeling of people crowding around me. They seem to be everywhere. I check my pussy wounds again, where Darlene had reopened the cuts, press my fingers against the two open tears. I don't like the marring of my body and an instant of hatred for Darlene rises up. How can I punish her? I wish the flaws were gone and I rub them-- Oh my! The cuts are gone! They are just gone! One minute, they were there, the next, not a trace. Just smooth, flawless skin. Did my touch do that? Did I do that to myself? I quickly try a mole on my arm, and with a touch it too is gone. Ha! I can't believe it! I am still growing, I can feel it, but not as fast now. Something amazing has happened. I feel capable, capable of anything, anything at all. The limits of my old body have melted away. I feel _powerful!_ I feel _invincible!_ I look to Darlene, who lies in a dazed stupor on the floor. She is awake, but she is not completely aware of her surroundings. She seems so small there, I can't believe she seems so small. She used to be so strong. Has she changed? Or is it just me, is it just my new power? I want to look at myself, I step over Darlene to get the bathroom, what does this new powerful body look like? In the mirror, it's just me, it looks just like me, but I am still nothing like I was. I run my fingers through my hair, and it comes away with a blonde luster and thickness I've never had before. This is incredible! I can't believe I can change myself! I look at my hands. Is it in my hands? They don't look any different, but they feel strong! Very strong! Or does it come from within me, is it a force of my will? An experiment. I look close into the mirror, examine my eyes. My irises are light blue, nearly gray in color. And with a thought, just a suggestion to myself, the color deepens, turning darker, until they glow a rich aquamarine. And my eyelashes lengthen, thicken, and I leave behind forever the anemic lashes I've always hated. No more mascara for me! My heart is pounding! And what about my breasts? I love my breasts, but they could be bigger. Like Darlene's. I want big sexy breasts, breasts that drive men insane with desire. I concentrate on them, and they slowly grow, like ripening fruit, bulging, firming, and I command my nipples to grow, thicken, the erectile tissue expanding. I give myself full, high, firm D-cups. D-cups! Who cares about cup size! I will never again wear a bra! Why constrain such lovely tits! I grab them and squeeze them, and a shock of pleasure rushes through me. And my cunt! My clitoris already hugely swollen, I lengthen and tighten the barrel of my vagina, move my cervix back, I want to take big cocks in there! And the nerve endings, I can control the nerve endings. They tangle and thicken and fill my whole cunt, swirling through my clit, surrounding my vagina, into my labia, giving myself grossly sensitive erogenous zones. Dare I? Ha! I fill my anus with nerve endings! My cunt is absolutely gorgeous! It seems a shame to conceal it, all this curly blonde hair hiding it. I run my hand over the puffy mound, and the hair falls away, leaving it hairless, bare, exposed. I do more things to myself, making myself look as sexy as I can. I give myself a curvier hip, tighten up the muscles of my ass. All the excess fat in my body--gone! I give myself pouty lips. I make my legs just a little bit longer, I make my waist just a little bit narrower. I kill the hair on my legs and under my arms. I can change myself! I can do anything I want to myself! I am so incredibly beautiful, I just want to look at myself! I smile and think hard, and all the blemishes on my skin disappear. My skin is just smooth and perfect, not a freckle or mole or scar! I am perfect! I am the most beautiful creature in the world! A rustling at the door, and Darlene enters the bathroom, her legs wobbling and weak. She stands and looks at me from the doorway, leaning against the jamb, but I can't be concerned with her there. I just want to look at myself, admire my perfection. I am so damn sexy! I know if anyone saw me, they would want to fuck me! And the way I feel, I might just take them up on it! "My God," Darlene says, "Virginia!" I don't want to pay attention to Darlene, I wish she would go away. I want to be left alone to admire myself. I want to masturbate and make myself cum a million times! But Darlene stumbles into the bathroom and leans against the vanity. She's only a few feet away, staring right at me. She distracts me, and I don't like that! I pretend to ignore her and I look at my big beautiful breasts. "What have you done?" Darlene says, and she touches my shoulder. How _dare_ she touch me! I turn on her and swing my hand against her face, and I feel her skull crack against my hand. She stumbles back, crashing against the door and down to the floor. I'm going to kill her, destroy her, rip her into tiny pieces! Dare touch me! I'm on her, pinning her against the floor, driving my knees against her pelvis, pulverizing it with my fury. But she doesn't struggle, just says sweet things in my head, "I love you Virginia, I want to kiss you and love you and touch you." I will kill her, but how? Smash her face? Rip apart her chest? How do I focus my strength? "I love you Virginia, you are so beautiful, I want to make love to you." She loves me, of course she loves me, how could she not love me? She is beautiful and powerful, but I am _more_ beautiful and _more_ powerful. "I want to kiss you all over." She loves me, I could kill her, but she loves me. And I think of her kissing me and my cunt clutches with the expectation. I wonder if she will die anyway, from the crushed skull and hip. If she dies, no matter, but I hope she lives. I hop away, and her broken body lies in an unnatural L shape. A huge bloody bruise covers one entire side of her crushed left hip. I stand over her. "Don't you _ever_ cross me!" I demand. "Never, never, my love, I would never cross you," she tells me, and before my eyes, she begins to heal herself. The break in her skull fills in, and the bruise on her face disappears. Slowly, her hip reforms, the bone building back up, I can almost see right into her, see the pelvis reform, and her body straightens, fills. She carefully sits up, testing herself, then stands. She shakes her legs, hops from foot to foot. I am amazed. Is this something I can do too? "Let me teach you," Darlene says. "There are things you need to know." She comes up to me and turns my body back to the mirror. She stands behind me, her hands on my hips, and she presses her lips against the back of my shoulder. "What am I?" I ask. My body looks human, but there is no way I am human. "We are monsters," Darlene whispers. "We are powerful monsters." She rubs her face against my neck. "And we draw our power from the blood of humans." Yes, of course. I _am_ a monster, a glorious monster, a hundred times more powerful than any human. I clench my fist and feel the power in me. And their blood! Their hearts! A yearning fills my belly. It would be so easy! I could destroy _any_ human, suck her rich blood, devour her still-beating heart. How could they stop me? The thought of some human using a baseball bat, or a pistol, and I laugh at the thought. Their weakness is pathetic! "Be careful, Virginia," Darlene whispers. "They may be weak, but you are not invulnerable." Her warm hands slide around and she holds my beautiful breasts. I feel a stab in my chest, and I know instantly what she means. My heart! The humans need only take my heart! "My child," Darlene says, and she drops to her knees. She turns me around to face her, and she kneels at my feet, looking up at me from her place of worship. "Made from the blood of my womb." She hugs my hips, presses her cheek against my hairless cunt. "Like a little girl," she says, and kisses me there. I allow her to lick my cunt and I feel the pleasure in some hidden recess of my body. But my mind is on other things. Darlene's words ring in my thoughts. I am not invulnerable. I must protect my heart. First and foremost, I need a plan to survive. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /