Vampire Woman
Complete utter darkness. A light appeared in the remote distance. I couldn’t quite make out the figure itself. It approached closer onto my proximity. Each time it got nearer to me and, consequently, larger, it was accompanied by a strong stomping sound which fell on the ground. A bald face emerged out of the blue, or, should I say, out of the black. The person in question had a plump, perfectly-rounded head, with perfectly symmetrically organised teeth complimenting his face that, although was obviously not ‘handsome’, displayed a level of perfection in having everything allocated to the correct order; it was the perfect ugly face. Large, black circles curled under his eyes. When moving the flame he carried, illuminating the surroundings, slightly backwards, he revealed a hump tucked away under a black robe. He seemed like a cross between a holy esoteric monk, carrying an aura of sacredness, and that of a stereotypically portrayed hunchback acting as a servant. His smile persisted for an incalculably long length of time.
“Come here, Mr. Parker,” he spoke with the croaky voice of a frog; indeed, this voice suited him, as his physique – or at least the general impression he emitted – was of an amphibian nature. He was a sinister frog.
He turned around and walked on; I followed him; I had no idea where on earth I could possibly be led to.
“Be careful with your steps, Mr. Parker. We are about to descend some stairs.”
It was an apt suggestion because the flame he carried as the torch did not light up all that circulated around us; I was confounded by stark lowering of the ground, and then another, and another – ad-infinitum. Each time my feet hit the ground, it hit my heart profusely. The stairs continued forever, it seemed, but the hunchback did break the silence now and again, informing me that “going down these steps is an epic adventure in itself, Mr. Parker.”
Darkness reshaped itself towards a stage where light became more predominant instead. Torches were attached all over the wall. A large wooden door, perpendicular in shape, with a small hall anticipating whatever lay ahead entranced my field of vision; however, a vampire woman stood in front of it. She wore a leather suite which covered her whole body, voluptuously enhancing her gorgeously large, round breasts. She wore a ridiculous amount of lipstick, and had other forms of makeup spruced all over her face; but this excess did not diminish her beauty as it would on a regular human. Oh, and she was pale – pale, pale, pale skin. Her black, straight hair clung all the way down onto her back. I walked over to her and kissed her neck; I covered my whole large hands around her gorgeous breasts, igniting an erection which was restrained by my clothes and her tight, leather suite which stretched her ass towards breaking point, welcoming the tip of my clothed erection – also seeking to outdo with constraining parameters – onto the beginning rear entrance of her shithole. This opened her mouth, revealing a set of fangs which were accompanied by a quintessentially female, sexual gasp. Although a vampire, she did not bear the trace of ‘evil’ that’s usually associated with the creatures but, instead, held an extremely female characteristic. I got my whole body over hers, vigorously pressing her breasts onto my tightly affirming hands. I lost any degree of control, wildly licking and sucking her pale, pale, pale neck. My palpitating erection slightly entered the rear of her ass, somewhat scrutinized by the clothing (hers, of course, superior to mine), as I mentioned before.
The frog-hunchback dementedly laughed behind us: “You’ll have to wait for that later, Mr. Parker! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Your psyche is rather sexual! Ha-ha-ha! Whether these lusts are manifested or not is a good question! Ha-ha-ha! If you want all that sort of stuff, you went down the wrong stairs. You should have gone into ‘Distorted Sexual Lusts’! You came down ‘faded, reformed friendships’ Ha-ha-ha-ha!”
He snatched me away from the woman-vampire. She groaned furiously, got a hold of the hunchback, cornered him to the edge of the room, and set out to bite him with her humungous fangs.
“Come on, Ramona! Now come on! Back off! You’ll get kicked out of Reve-terre if you don’t co-operate! And you’d die within a week anywhere else!” He shouted angrily as her fangs touched the surface of his throat. He finally gave one last enraged scream: “Ramoooooooonaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She reluctantly stepped off and turned her back on both of us. After a small amount of time elapsing, she turned around again on our direction. She met our eyes – mine in a admiring pose and the hunchback’s fearfully fixed on her body – with a look of indignation. She finally roared wildly in despair, with her huge mouth which displayed her fangs opening up to extreme degrees.
“Come on, chap,” the hunchback wearily, but still maintaining a level of ease and command in his voice, said. He patted me on the shoulder as the vampire’s roaring sustained in the air. He opened the large door and I followed him.