Vampyre E R O T I C

Mistress Blood Thorn's
Vampyre Erotic
"Untitled"

Written by Mistress Thorn
As soon as I walked into my apartment and closed the door, I let my tears drown my face in bittersweetness. I turned the stereo on and grabbed the hair on the sides of my head, singing and crying at the same time. I had the music blasting, you know, the music that you can just lose yourself in. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.
It had been a long and miserable day. My best friend graduated from college today. Even though I should have been very happy, I wasnÕt. I started thinking about my graduation less than a year ago. My mother was there, she was so proud of me. She is dead now and I couldnÕt help but feel the loneliness of my loss. After a while, all the energetic voices of the graduates and their families began to melt together into one indescribable sound. After the ceremony I picked up a bottle of the usual Southern Comfort at the liquor store and headed home. I wanted to get fucked up. I knew it wouldnÕt change anything for me, but I guess thatÕs how us mortals deal with our lives.
I poured myself a glass of Southern Comfort and Coke and drank more than half right away. I love the little warm feeling I get inside my stomach after the first drink of hard liquor. I decided to light every candle in the place and by the time I had finally laid down, my drink needed a refill. I opened the bottle for the second time in a half-hour and smelled the drunkenness before I even tasted it. I then lay down on the couch again and stared at the ceiling. Usually I do this when I am extremely bored. Yet, tonight the ceiling was a friend, someone to talk to. I couldnÕt slow down the depressing thoughts that were so dominantly charging through my mind so I began to say them out loud, hoping someone would listen. I was in a daze, caught in between my thoughts and the music when someone started knocking on my door. I looked around for a moment; it felt like I had just been awakened from some estranged nightmare. I got up; the vinyl tank top I had on was sticking to my back, and walked slowly toward the door and opened it to find two of my very good friends, Vampy and Grim.
Now of course those arenÕt their real names, but if you call them anything else they wonÕt answer. Vampy is a very beautiful woman. SheÕs tall with long, dyed, black hair. Sometimes I sit and think that I see faces of the dead in her hairÕs shine. I think the thing I love about her most though is her heart. IÕve never met someone so caring and honorable. Her boyfriend Grim is also a kind hearted and loving mortal. He is very tall compared to my 4 foot 11, and very thin. HeÕs got long straight brown hair, very long, and I always feel the need to run my fingers through it but I always stop myself.
We sat and talked within the candle lit living room and listened to some good old Type O Negative. By this time I had another drink and was quite intoxicated. I fed into the music and my friendsÕ voices began to disappear. The memories flooded my brain and hit me pretty hard. Everything was about my mother these days. A song I had listened to 5 years before she died reminded me of her now. I needed a release. I needed evidence that I was still a part of this world and not with her. I got up and grabbed a razor blade out of the kitchen. I hid it inside the palm of my hand for a moment so that my friends wouldnÕt see it. When I sat down I blindly rolled it back and forth concealed within my hand. And then I lost it. I didnÕt lose the razor but I lost my sanity for those few minutes. I looked down at my arm, wrist up, and followed the map of veins that eventually led to my heart. I could hear the flesh calling me. Every maddening though I had formed a bond with this razor and there was nothing I could do but cut. I pointed it at my wrist and dragged it raggedly down my arm until I reached my elbow. At first I was disappointed. I didnÕt think that it was going to bleed. But I pushed and pulled on the new wound until it opened up and bled. Soon enough tiny drops of red velvet began to drop onto the floor. This was the release of pain that I needed. I looked up and realized that Vampy and Grim were still here. I didnÕt know what to say or how to explain myself, so I lifted my arm up to her and offered her my blood. "Taste me. Is it warm? How do I taste? Does it taste like the blood of the living, or the blood or the dead?" I asked Vampy. She put her lips to my lower arm and began licking it off gently. After she had sampled it, she then began to suck harder until I actually thought that I could feel her sucking it out of my vein. Then without my permission she took my arm roughly and pulled it so that it was closer to Grim. I looked him in the eye and told him to take as much as he wanted. He nodded, grabbed the razor from the place I had left it and made 4 more very deep and very long cuts along my arm. Now my arm was drenched in blood and the saliva of my friends. I could see my blood on their lips and chins, on the fingers and clothes. I felt free. Vampy then took the razor and began cutting her own arms. But she began to get frustrated when she couldnÕt get herself to bleed enough for us to take. I got on my knees and slowly pulled off her black velvet pants and told her to spread her legs. When she did, I dragged the razor across her inner thigh. I was surprised when her blood began spurting from the wound and I just lay there in between her legs with my mouth open, catching her life on my tongue. Grim had also been busy opening up his book of blood as well. He had cut small indents into each of his thin fingers. Vampy and I both took the offerings seductively by licking each one. A half an hour had passed since I cut myself the first time and now all of three of us were covered in each otherÕs blood. It was a very erotic and personal feeling. A very powerful sensation that tickles every little part of flesh.
And then we kissed. Vampy and I kissed first. It was a small gentle kiss, a woman to woman kiss. But it grew hotter and she started to moan softly. I was a bit reserved at first and I didnÕt know what to do for her. But Grim was rubbing her back with his long fingernails so I just went along with whatever he did. My body felt like I was standing inside a furnace, I was sweating non-stop. Then Grim leaned over Vampy and kissed me hard. So hard that I almost lost my balance and fell off the couch. I could feel his tongue inside my mouth and I could taste the copper of our blood in his saliva. The three of continued to make love to each other with our mouths for several moments. And then a break in the heat. We sit silently, smoking cigarettes, lost within our thoughts. We are all breathing heavy, the energy is so thick in the room that my chest hurts.
After the last cigarette had been put out, Grim took me and Vampy by the arm roughly and pulled us into my bedroom. He didnÕt look like the kind friend that I had known for so long, but a man possessed. He pushed us one at a time down on the bed. I turned over onto my belly and Grim took off my pants from behind. Vampy moved over and began to kiss me again. Only this time is was much more forceful and bold. Grim had removed the bottom half of my clothing and started biting my toes at first and then made his way up to the back of my knees where he gently nibbled and bit. It tickled a little, and I giggled. He continued to do this for a while before Vampy stated that he must remove her clothing also. I watched as he stripped her of all her black clothing to reveal porcelain white skin underneath. He then lay on top of her and kissed her. They both moaned with lust in their eyes. All I could do was watch with a hint of jealousy in my heart. I felt a bit guilty to feeling that way but I couldnÕt help it. As I was in deep thought, he made his way over to me and kissed me again as Vampy looked on. She fingered herself while we kissed. I could hear her moaning but it seemed like it was coming from somewhere else. Grim then slowly moved down my torso, dragging his long hair across my breasts. His fingers were still bleeding and they left little tracks down my chest like snails. The bright red against the pale white of my skin was unbelievable. Then I felt his tongue against my clit and I shivered. I could feel it slipping and sliding, searching for the right spot to strike. I just lay there and ran my fingers through his hair while Vampy and I kissed and played with each otherÕs nipples. I didnÕt come. I didnÕt want to. I felt no reason to. I was satisfied with how things were at that moment without the orgasm. I asked him to stop so that I could kiss him once more before I pushed him onto his girlfriend. I tasted my pussy juices on his lips and goatee. Then he was gone. But Vampy had to taste me also. She was stubborn and held my legs apart as I teased her with my cunt. She has a tongue ring and I could hear it clicking against the jewelry in my clit. It was a bit amusing. Finally I forced her to go to her boyfriend and give him what he needed. I knew that he wanted to make love to me also, but I just couldnÕt do it. It wouldnÕt have been fair to him if I was off in some dream world while his dick was deep inside me.
They both gave in and he mounted her from above and slammed himself into her. I held VampyÕs hand as he fucked her hard. Her moans grew louder. It was music to my ears. Just to hear that someone was enjoying himself or herself was pure pleasure to me. I watched until my eyes could no longer stay open and then drifted off into darkness as they came together on my bed. I imagined that I was she and that I could feel him inside me. That I was the one covered in his sweat. That I was the one who would be coming soon. And then I imagined that I was he and that I could feel the walls of VampyÕs pussy clenching around my dick. I wanted to feel her breasts pressed up against my chest and her nails in my back. But when I opened my eyes I realized that I was happy where I was and with whom I was. It felt good. I watched them a little longer; I watched them orgasm over and over only moments apart. I knew that their release was pleasure and that mine was pain. That I would never let myself use pleasure in the ways that they do. I find it in the blood and they find it in the heart.

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