Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles

Vampire Chick Porn (Erotica)

For those that are having a lazy Saturday..

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“Behind my eyes I keep my truth from you
No one enters This secret place,
The barrier only I embrace.”

The dance floor was a living organism, dancing and throbbing to the beat of the music, twisting and churning to Geoff Tate’s voice, moaning and whispering to the life within the music. They wondered at the things hidden in the night, the dangers lurking within, but never once opening their eyes to see.. for if they saw, then they might believe, and if they believed.. Well, that would be the downfall, wouldn’t it?

“Time is fleeting now they say
Take time to look inside and face.. the change.”

Jaana danced to the music, her body and soul one with the siren’s call that was her existence. Sometimes she would escape it’s touch, it’s call, its gentle caress, but always she would be back here, back dancing to its beck. Her body was one with the music, she didn’t even know who it was she found herself rubbing up against from time to time as her body moved and bended to the will of the song, she didn’t even protest when her partner, if it was just one, started to rub back.

“Dig deep down to find the man I thought I was.
A dog on the treadmill panting, the master pulls the least, laughing.
Now I can’t remember why I needed to run, needed to try so hard.”

It seemed like the song was sung to her, its every word wrapping around her soul, hitting every chord in her being, from beginning to end it was her call, her being, her existence in the recent past. Her partner, a still faceless being seemed to know, to agree, to have walked the same path, the two danced alone for the music, together but separate, both lost in their own worlds, their own dreams and their own pain.

“One more time around is all I ask for now.”

The most dangerous thing, a part of Jaana’s mind whispered to her inner self, is getting what you ask for. Nothing is more dangerous than the wish made in the blindness of love, in the blindness of a broken heart, never considering the consequences, but just leaping.. leaping head first into a sea of broken glass. Dance for the pain, dance for the joy, dance for all the emotions in between that never seem to stay for long enough to be identified and truly felt. Hope, fear, loneliness, sorrow, grief, renewal.. “a star to steer by, wind to take me home again,” Did she even have a home anymore? Once she would have sneered and said she needed no home, that the whole planet was her home as she drifted from road to road, city to city, letting time slide off her back — but now, now she wanted a home, a place to belong, a wall at her back and a partner at her side, but what did the existance of a vampire offer? What could possibly have been so great she came crawling back? Was it fear of being mortal, growing old and dying or was it something else?

“Work hard in life boy, there’s paradise in the end.
Year after year we struggle to gain the happiness our parents never claimed.
They told us all we had to do was do what we’re told, buy what we’re sold
Invest in gold and never get old.”

Was there a peaceful soul, a vampire truly at rest, one with himself and happy? Was it all just a lie spread to keep people hopeful and trying their best to face off the beast instead of slipping into despair and letting nature take its course? Dance to avoid reality, dance to avoid the truth, dance for everything, dance for nothing, dance for yourself.

“One more time around is all I ask for now.
a star to steer by,
wind to take me home again.”

The music stopped swirling, the lights brightened slightly to allow the huge creature to separate into its components and make its way to the bar for further refreshment, for refuelling, to once again live as a mindless being of a thousand bodies. Jaana shook her head and without looking about stumbled toward a quieter spot in the warehouse. It was Tom who had told her of the rave, it was only tonight, chances are this warehouse would be reclaimed by its rightful owners by tomorrow. They would be so disgusted to find the messes of drugs, alcohol, condoms and other mortal paraphernalia on the floors, walls, bathrooms and ceilings. Who knew though, the owners themselves could have organized this. The place was a fog of all sorts of smoke, most of it illegal. Again Jaana was glad under no circumstances was she required to breath.

A figure came up in her peripheral, Jaana turned a little too quickly in her paranoia. Tom told her there would be many of the undead here this evening, not all friendly, not all nice. She found herself looking up to a beautiful woman with cascading blonde hair that was currently half contained in a french roll on the top of her head, knitting needles appearing to be the device to hold it together. Mischievous green eyes danced from the oval, almost perfect face. Ruby red lips that stood out against her pale skin formed into a smile. Sweat sheened across her belly that was bare between lingerie bra and skintight cut-offs. “Hey — You took of when the song ended..” she looked hurt, betrayed.

Jaana sighed, how was it whenever she was twisting hips or grinding groin Sasha managed to appear? Unexpected, uninvited, but yet, never unwelcome. “I don’t notice anyone or anything when I’m dancing Sash, it’s nothing personal.” She looked out at the see of humanity, had she ever been so happy and oblivious?

Sasha followed her gaze and looked back to the elder vampire. “You look like you’re just not having a good time. Well, consider me cheerleader of the night!”

Jaana looked doubtful, her eyes refocusing as she slipped back into the days before science was common, she could slowly see Sasha’s true form, her legs growing furry and instead of ending in platform sandals, ending in hooves. The fur extended up to her belly button, Jaana couldn’t resist giving it a soft rub. She’d always loved the feel of Sasha’s fur, especially against her skin.

Sasha grinned ribaldry, she also always seemed to know the effect she had on the vampire. She leaned down, cupping Jaana’s face in her hands and looking deeply into the Romany’s eyes. She slowly lowered her face down, eyes half closed as she breathed in the scents on the vampire, wishing that Jaana had one of her own, and gently pressed her lips against her friend’s. Slowly her lips parted, as she pulled the dancer against herself, her tongue flicking against the woman’s who aged her by close to five hundred years, if not more. Jaana willingly gave herself up to the kiss of the Satyr, letting her hand slip from belly, to back. Lightly caressing the fur that came up over the cutoffs, her other hand resting on Sasha’s behind, slowly but firmly bringing the taller woman against her.

Sasha pulled back just enough as she freed a hand to bring her fingers down lightly against Jaana’s breast, to lightly caress the nipple that made its appearance. “Mmm,” Sasha breathed, moving mouth from lips to neck, softly nibbling and biting. “So good..”

“You’re.. as much.. a tease as ever, Sash.” Jaana managed to breath out, for the moment being able to ignore the thousand people around her, the rock music pounding out over the PA system, the smell of cheap cologne, cigarettes and stale beer. For the moment all that mattered was the sexy, sultry and wonderful woman who was wrapping herself around her.

“Me? A tease?” Sasha questioned as she flicked her tongue against Jaana’s ear, rubbing her breasts against her partner’s. “Never. I never make promises I don’t intend to keep..”

Jaana found herself losing herself to Sasha’s touch, her smell that was a mixture of the forest and sweat, her taste that was reminiscent of honey and wine, and the feel of the beautiful woman against her.. It was almost too much. “Don’t you think we should find somewhere more private?” she asked as she started to rub Sasha’s breast, the lace bra doing little to cover or protect that which was beneath.

“Privacy, shmivacy,” Sasha giggled, “Haven’t you ever wanted to live a little? Besides, up here on your little balcony, those who would actually notice probably wouldn’t care.” Sasha slid her hand underneath Jaana’s athletic bra, “Do you care?” She leaned down and let her tongue explore her friend’s lower neck.

“Not much..” Jaana started, and as the Satyr’s tongue worked its way lower, with its owner trying her best to get pesky clothing out of the way, she corrected herself, “Not in the fucking least.” How was it that this changeling could make her feel like she once again had hormones rushing through her system? Make it so that she was losing control in the only way she knew how that was good? How was it this woman was so intoxicating? Jaana expertly flipped the catch on Sasha bra with one hand, the other wrapping itself through the luxurious blonde hair. She pulled on the hair, slowly forcing Sasha down on to her knees as the dancer slowly followed.

Sasha suddenly dropped to her knees, face against Jaana’s belly. Her tongue flicking against the vampire’s belly, then Jaana felt her own jeans being undone by a set of teeth. Jaana moaned softly as Sasha pulled the zipper down with a careful bite and head jerk. Sasha’s one hand still upstairs, and the other tugging at the bottom of the cutoffs. Jaana’s hand that was mostly free tried to reach down to caress the breasts of her companion but a light bit steered her away.

“Find somewhere else to put that,” Sasha grinned up at her as she pulled Jaana’s cutoffs off. Delicate silk and lace panties revealed, Sasha grinned even more. “I never thought you for the *lace* type, oh vampire.” She moved her tongue in behind the silk and gently and horribly slowly licked, flicking her tongue back and forth tortuously slowly. One of her hands still holding Jaana’s buttocks so she couldn’t squirm away. The other moving the panties aside from between the thighs and working their way inside the moist depths.

Jaana moaned in ecstasy and tried not to squirm too much with the licks and finger movements, one hand hopeless entwined in Sasha’s hair, the other rubbing her breast, wishing she could reach her partner’s instead. “And when..” a gasp, “do I get to,” a moan, “return the favour?” she pivoted forward slightly to give a tongue a better angle.

“Later, we have all night..” Sasha said, removing a small pen knife from her pocket and impossibly slitting the seam on the underwear. “I’ll even fix those later with a small bunk..” She pulled the material down, Jaana thought her knees were going to buckle, “Not yet, loverling, not yet..” Sasha breathed, “I’ve been wanting to taste you since we first met, but you’ve always been the one turning me on, pleasing me and living up to my fetishes.. Its my turn now.” Her fingers held apart the flesh, and her tongue flicked its way in between, Sasha let out a low moan as she tasted the juices. “I didn’t think a Vampire would taste so..” she licked again, as if going back for a second taste to judge properly, “yummy.” She lowered her face, bringing it to a better angle, and pulled Jaana against her.

Jaana was thankful for once for all the hours of dancing for the sheer sake of a sense of balance. Her eyes closed and her back arched as Sasha penetrated her with a mobile tongue and fingers, seeming to find every sensitive area and making it even more so, each lick, each caress bring the vampire closer and closer to extasy, she wanted so badly to bite down on her lover’s neck, to bring her the same joys and pleasures she was giving but the Satyr would have nothing doing. Every time Jaana tried to move in such a way, Sasha prevented, whenever Jaana tried to caress something beyond hair or herself, she was chastised. She swam upon the seas of bliss, feelings incomparable to anything she had felt before, out of control of herself and not having one single complaint about it. Suddenly the dam of bliss broke and waves of feelings incomparable worked through her, she found herself collapsed and curled up on the floor with her lover. Sasha’s head lay between her breasts, their legs entwined as Jaana very much enjoyed the soft silky fur against her own, her fingers circling one breast, the other playing with one of the subtle horns on the top of Sasha’s head.

“Wow.” she finally said.

Sasha grinned manically, “That’s only the first course, wait till we work our way all the way down to desert!”

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