Traditional vampire sex story with two young female victims

The Ancient One had been existing in the run down house
for almost a year, having arrived from Romania. With
the help of his insane assistant, Gunther, and his two
undead brides, he had come here to make a fresh start
and find refuge from the old world. The local
authorities were asking too many questions now, and
once again it was time to relocate. The house had been
purchased legally, Gunther telling the locals that a
European millionaire recluse was moving in.

The property had been perfect, it was in the suburbs
on a large acreage near a small town. It had been a
small farm at the turn of the century, and the house
itself was two stories, with a basement and cellar.
There was a rickety fence surrounding it, with an
overgrown path that led to the large front door.

The property came with a serviceable barn close by. It
had been vacant for many years, the well had been
poisoned by underground minerals, and the soil would no
longer harbor decent crops. Some said it was cursed,
and so it had remained unsold. Now a local developer
was offering a decent price, there had been a rezoning
of the property. Gunther arranged for a lawyer to come
to the property, so final arrangements could be made.
Perhaps a tidy sum could be arranged in time for the
move after all.

It was the first week of November, and the local
skating rink was busy before sunrise with the figure
skating classes and hockey practices. In the damp pre
dawn morning, the Ancient One watched for activity and
let his senses attune to the scent of young mortals at
play. He was looking for a proper replacement for his
third wife, who had been destroyed in an unfortunate
incident.

Such were the risks of the undead. He spied a ravishing
young figure skater walking out of the rink. She was
perhaps sixteen years old, with long brunette hair
tucked under a pink head scarf, a pink sweater that
clung to her well shaped breasts and tight blue hip-
hugger jeans.

Her pale skin was flushed with the cold air. She was
wearing white runners and holding her figure skates in
her hand. A red car pulled up and she got in. The
Ancient One breathed in her intoxicating scents as she
was driven away. Following in the shape of a wolf, he
managed to locate her house. His keen senses were able
to track his prey better than any bloodhound could. He
returned to the house before sunrise, satisfied he had
found a worthy prospect.

Gunther was given his instructions by his master. He
was to bring the girl to his abode, so that he may have
“intercourse” with her. It would be safer to bring her
to him, as he desired to take his time with his “chosen
ones”, and Gunther was very useful as a mortal to
assist in such matters.

Gunther had already purchased clothing and makeup for
children and young women so that they may be prepared.
They would normally be properly dressed and groomed
before the feeding, to look their best. Even peasant
farm girls would be seduced by his powers while looking
the part of the noblewoman. Only the cruder of his kind
fed “on the run”, taking the basics of life while
having no time to savor it.

He detested their crude, nocturnal savaging. He was one
of the Old Guard, with brides of his own, and he would
act accordingly. The Ancient One could live off the
blood of any mortal, but it was sweeter tastes of the
innocent that was sought above all else by his kind.

That afternoon a grey BMW came into the driveway, and
Gunther prepared the papers needed for the sale of the
property. The bank had sent over a pretty young thing.
Her name was Cassandra, and she was appalled at having
to come over to the dingy property, she had heard the
“owner” was a dishevelled old coot, and could be
difficult to work with.

She was greeted at the door by Gunther, a grey man with
a bad limp, who dressed in a black suit and looked
about 70 years old. He couldn’t help but leer at the
young woman as they conducted business in the main
living room. She was an attractive red head, with a
dark blue coat, white blouse, black skirt, beige nylons
and black high heels.

Gunther acted as the estates trustee, and so she knew
all business went through him, nobody ever seemed to
meet the owner. As the last of the papers were done,
she walked past the window that faced the barn, and
Gunther realised he had made a mistake.

The van the authorities were looking for was parked
inside, but he had changed a tire earlier in the day,
and had not closed the main door. Its midnight blue
color and white striping could be made out. Cassandra
pretended not to notice and bade Gunther goodnight.

“Are you sure you wont stay for tea?” he asked.

“Ughh, no, I have to get back to the office,” Cassandra
replied, and made for the door. The whole house was
decrepit, and she couldn’t wait to get out of there.
She was wondering if the van had anything to do with
the girls that had disappeared in the last few months.

The crack of the varnished sap struck with a loud
“thwap!” and Cassandra stumbled to her knees, dropping
her briefcase, one heel coming off. Gunther knew what
she had seen, and now he acted quickly. He grabbed the
young woman by the hair and pulled her head forward,
exposing her for the coup de grace.

“Be still my lady, you wont be escaping my masters
justice,” he said.

She flailed her arms around drunkenly, trying to reach
her cell phone that had fallen out but it was too late
for that. Masters justice she thought, what had she
walked into? He smacked her once, and then again for
good measure with the wooden club, and she went to the
floor unconscious. She would disappear, along with her
car. The house would not be sold, but no matter, losses
sometimes had to be sustained, and they had treasure
left to make a new start, Gunther thought. Cassandra
was dragged upstairs to be “made up” for his master,
she would have one more task to fulfill for the estate
it seemed.

The Ancient One rose that night after dark, he could
hear the sounds of his impatient brides, in the
upstairs “guest bedroom”. He made his way to see what
Gunther had procured for that nights needs. He entered
to see the young woman lawyer of perhaps 25 lying on
the large four post bed. She had long red hair, was
about 5″8″ tall, thin, with good looking fine features
and shapely breasts.

She was adorned in a long sleeved royal purple spandex
dress that clung to her narrow waist, glossy yellow
nylons, and makeup. Her lips were bright red with
lipstick and she had been given a coating of blush,
with silver eye shadow and eye liner. She looked like a
1960s go-go dancer. The clothes she had worn at the
time of her abduction were in a pile in the corner. His
assistant had done well, and this mortal would suffice
before Gunther returned with the young skater the next
evening…

***

Daria and Moira were both wearing long white peasant
dresses, Moira was raven haired, and Daria blonde. They
had long bare legs and red finger and toe nails that
glinted in the dull candlelight of the bedroom. Both
had their hair worn loose, over their shoulders, and
they wore matching amulets around their necks. They had
dark blue eye shadow and luscious, full red lips, and
pale white skin. All three communicated telepathically,
and seldom spoke aloud to each other.

The Ancient One stood in the dark corner as he gave
permission to his brood to quench their thirsts. Daria
sat on the left of the bed and took her victims slender
arm in hers, caressing her. The woman lay with her eyes
wide in wonder, knowing not what was about to come.

Daria started to kiss and suck her fingers as Moira
moved and sat at the other side of the bed, and ran her
hands down her shapely thighs. Daria then took her
wrist and bit into her young flesh, finding the artery
that ran there. She held her arm firmly, and sucked
from the open wound. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” Cassandra moaned,
she had never felt anything so wonderful, she was on
fire with lust, and he felt she was going to orgasm!

Moira brushed away her long hair from her neck and
pinned her head down to the silken pillows with her
long talons. She lowered her head to the woman’s
exposed jugular and kissed and licked at her bare neck,
teasing her, and then, suddenly, she thrust her long
fangs into her victim’s carotid artery with a wet
“shluck!” sound. The woman at first cried out, and then
started panting heavily.

She knew she should scream and run away, but she could
not, she was too deep in ecstasy now, with the two
undead lovers were draining her of the last of her self
will, her self control, her… respect. She could see
the outline of another? in the room, she felt the
presence of the Ancient One. She brought her knees up
and down restlessly and gasped, “How may I serve you,
my master?” in a dreamy, far away voice.

The Ancient One approached at last from the shadows,
and took the woman’s other wrist and found her warm
mortal juices with a deep kiss. The woman flooded her
spandex covered crotch with her wetness as the vampires
drained her. The sucking sounds continued in the
bedroom for quite some time and finally their victim
succumbed, her red lipsticked mouth open wide for a
scream she didn’t have the strength to finish, pale as
a sheet, drained of her blood, her blue eyes staring at
eternity…

The trio was satiated upon the blood soaked sheets, and
would be satisfied for the long night ahead…

***

The next night, after dusk, the Ancient One rose from
his slumber in the cellar and went upstairs to see what
Gunther had managed to do. His two brides slept yet,
but they would soon wake with the hunger of the night.

Jasmine awoke from her ether induced slumber in a
strange room, laying on a large four post bed, covered
with a thick quilt and two large pillows. The room was
cold and dank, and there was one large double window.
There was one door, closed, to the left, and the only
light was from a candle in one corner on a small table
that gave off a yellowish glow.

She remembered a dingy, grey haired man coming to the
front door of the house, and asking about his daughter?
Only moments later she was being dragged into a nearby
van in the driveway with a foul smelling cloth clamped
to her face. She had no chance of escape before
succumbing to the plans of her evil assailant. She
remembered being told not to answer the door for
strangers not a week before, as the man dragged her
kicking and squirming to the van, where he finished her
off and prepared her for the journey.

Her head was fuzzy, and she tried to get her bearings.
She was not tied up. Where was she? she thought
fearfully. She propped herself up on the pillows and
tried to focus on clearing her head. She had to escape!

She got up, and tried the door, it was locked. The
window was also locked. There was a small hand mirror
on the table, and she couldn’t help but examine
herself. Her makeup was lavish, she had expensive red
lipstick, blue and gold eye shadow and blush. She was
dressed in a red silk long sleeved blouse that ended
loose above her waistline, richly decorated with
embroidery, plain white cotton dancers tights seamed at
the back, and soft silver slippers. Her hair was done
up in a bun and she had a princess crown on her brow.
She had no bra or panties on.

Somebody had spent a good while doing her makeup, and
dressing her like this. Jasmine was dismayed by the
lack of a skirt or any sort of garment to protect her
modesty from the waist down, and she could see nothing
left in the room in the way of clothing. Just then she
noticed a small grey rat scurry across the floor and
into a small hole in the wall. She panicked, stifled a
scream, and ran back to the bed, unsure now of what to
do. She took one pillow and held it over her crotch
protectively.

The Ancient One could hear the young maidens slumber
end, and knew she was awake. He glided to the door and
swung it open.

Jasmine saw the door open and a dark figure enter from
the shadows. Although the floor creaked when she walked
on it, there was no sound now from the intruders steps.
She pushed herself to the back of the bed, against the
pillows and grasped her legs with her arms, wide eyed
in terror.

The thing she saw could not be human. He was 6″ tall,
very thin, with a dark black long sleeved robe that
looked old and torn. A black belt fastened around the
waist, and she could see he had on old dusty boots. He,
it?, had no hair, and his skin was white. The ears were
long and pointed, and the eyes were a bright azure
blue. His hands had long, boney fingers, and
fingernails that were 4 inches long at least. His lips
were large and they were a deep rose. Jasmine fainted
immediately due to the severity of the fright.

When she opened her eyes, she was laying straight on
her back, feet and legs together on the bed, her head
propped up with a pillow. Her slippers had been
removed. The room was darker, as the candle was burned
lower, and the flame danced and flickered in the drafty
room.

A boney hand came out of the darkness from the window
side of the bed and clutched her head, turning her into
the large blue eyes of the master of the house. She let
out a whimper, “I… ohh, no!” She was going to scream
but she stared into his azure pools, and saw the
mesmerizing patterns they made, but only when you
looked close. She was fascinated by the swirling
patterns, she had never seen eyes that could do that,
they never stopped their endless distractions.

“I have brought you here to be my bride,” he said in a
thick, eastern European accent. “I only wish to love
you as you long to be loved, to be worshipped
faithfully, forever,” he said.

She felt weak in his grasp, were his words true? had
she been chosen to be with such a great man as this?
“I, m-my name is Jasmine,” she said, still staring at
his wondrous eyes.

“Yes my child, I have been awaiting your visit,” he
replied. She felt honored to be chosen by such royalty,
he was so very handsome she thought.

His other hand moved over her breasts, and he felt her
warm globes under her scant frilly blouse. She let out
a small whimper as he touched her nipples, she had
never been caressed like that before, not deliberately!
His wandering hand then stroked her thigh, moving over
the semi opaque garment, and then, expertly, down
towards her private area. His touch was warm and
soothing, like a fine massage. He probed her private
mound with his long fingers, her crotch protected by
the gossamer white material, her swath of dark girl
bush could be seen underneath.

“Ohhh, ahhhh,” she moaned. She was warm down there,
like she had been many times this last year, but so
much stronger now! Part of her remembered how to be a
good girl, yet she couldn’t bring herself to raise an
arm to the constant roaming of her audacious host. She
had noticed boys so much more this past winter, they
were so cute and she wondered if they watched her when
she skated in her flimsy costumes.

Jasmines ample breasts were now jutting out, and her
nipples had become rock hard, they were very well
defined against the blouse keeping them under wraps,
she wanted to show off her long legs to them all now,
looking so good in her princess costume, if she could
only find someone to worship her body? She thought,
that would be so wonderful, if, “Guhh, ohghh, ahhhh!”
she cried, a pincer of hot pain in her neck!

Hungry lips that engulfed the wounded area. Her head
was pinned down and another hand stroked her legs.
There was a wet sound, and she could feel the lips of
her dark suitor over her neck, with a dull throbbing
from what felt like a deep bite in her. She stared up
at the ceiling, so this is what its like to be courted?
She thought dreamily, oh yes, the handsome Lord wanted
her, and she was ready for his embrace. His warm lips
kissed her deeply, deeper than any kiss she had ever
thought possible, and the pain was bearable, and
exciting! She pointed her toes in reflex. The wet,
slurping sounds continued as the Ancient One took his
victim and drank her innocence.

Her eyes opened and she lay with her lover in his
strong embrace. She had no idea how much time had past,
perhaps hours. The candle was almost to the bottom,
flickering dully. Her vagina was itchy with longing,
and dampness, her awakened juices flowing freely into
her costume unabated. She was cool to the chill air of
the room. Her blouse had been opened at the front
revealing her full breasts, and she could feel an
itching on her left breast. She looked down and saw
there was a double bite mark there!

Blood had run down the side of her chest. Her lover
paused briefly, and seemed distracted by others at the
doorway, whom she did not know. She felt disappointed,
she didn’t want the attention to stop, and she reached
out to caress his arm, and she drew her legs up.

He looked down at her then, stroked her forehead
gently, pushed her legs to the bed and returned to his
fiendish feeding. “Ughh, huh, uuu!” she sputtered, as
his fangs sank deep into her again. She felt weak and
giddy, and she fell into a restless trance, and dreamed
of being taken away by a large bat, far away on the
clouds…

She felt another deep kiss on her inner thigh, and she
opened her eyes to a dark room, lit only by moonlight,
and what spilled in from the hallway. “Ohhh, yes, yes,
yes,” she mumbled, and saw an attractive blonde woman
with pale skin, kissing her inner thigh, the sensation
the same as her neck, a pain, but a longing as well.
“Oh please lady, what’re you doing to me?” she cooed.

The lady caressed her shapely white calf and looked up,
her lips with bright red blood on her mouth. She went
back to work, keeping her legs wide on the bed for
unfettered access to her sex.

“Nughhhhh!” the girl blurted out. So much attention to
her at once! She felt fingers expertly rip at her
private area. She hoped her tights were not ruined she
thought in her stupor. Woman’s lips caressed her wet
pussy mound, and an experienced tongue teased her with
deep probes. Her dark master had returned to her
shapely neck, and after another brief pause, sucked at
her anew, holding her head firmly down. She could feel
his wonderful lips drawing out her warmth once again
and she returned to her wonderful sensation of
floating…

She awoke to the room in pre morning light coming
through the window, her Lord was on top of her,
slipping his arm under her neck to brace her for the
final act. His robe was undone and his massive staff
was jutting forth, a good 14 inches, thickly veined
with a large bulbous head.

The raven haired woman held her ankles apart firmly,
and the blonde lady stroked her hair and smiled down at
her, cradling her head on her lap. She could only look
on weakened with blood loss as the undead tool was
aimed through a small rip in her tights and probed the
entrance of her girlhood. She was awash with her own
lubrication, betrayed by her deep longing. After
several strong probes at her pink pussy lips the staff
pierced into her velvet tunnel, “Oh, my Lord, take me!”
she cried out, realising her deflowering was at hand.

Jasmine yelped as the huge beast filled her to
capacity. Nothing could have prepared her for such an
onslaught, and she was sure the snake that coursed
through her had split her in two! The Ancient One
thrust with no mercy into the mortal girl and he rode
her, sliding his iron strength into her innocent folds.
Jasmines legs were weak but she managed to kick out
wildly, her ankles no longer held. She wanted to scream
but could not find the breath.

Both of the vampire brides now drank from each of her
wrists as their master’s dong pummelled the teenager to
her end as the large bed creaked on the wooden floor.
The wet piston did its work, plowing as deep as any
mortal mans tool could have gone.

Jasmine surrendered to the pain, feeling the vampire’s
penis impale her, she could see it was covered in pink
blood. Gradually the torture was replaced by the glow
of an approaching volcano of lust, and Jasmines
filthiest thoughts came rushing through her mind.

After long minutes, her lover filled her corrupted sex
with the unholy cum of his kind. Jasmine bit down hard
on her prince’s shoulder as she had shattering
climaxes, finally throwing her head back and letting
out terrible screams of ecstacy, utterly draining the
young victim.

The Ancient One finally withdrew from his newest bride
to be, who lay still at last, his alabaster prick slick
with his terrible deed. Minutes later she finally
succumbed to the blood loss of the nights long feeding.
She would be cleaned up by Gunther, and taken to the
basement crypt, to sleep on the earth of his homeland
in a prepared oaken box.

By the next night she would transformed by his most
potent of seed, and she would be born anew.

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