because she started rubbing my clit with her lips. I loved the pressure.
“Harder,” I whispered, staring up at the passing shadows on the ceiling. “Feels so good. Don't stop.”
There was a knock on the door. Kelly shot up, lips covered in goo. Mumbling curses, she opened the door to reveal a woman in a long, black dress and a top hat.
“Good evening, ladies,” the woman said. “I have come to invite you to a party.”
“Go away,” Kelly snapped. “Can't you see we're naked?”
She was still cumming. I could see the shimmering juice running down the inner sides of her legs. The stranger poked her head into our room.
“My, my, my,” she said, scanning my nude body, “this room is steamy. If it's nakedness you want, our party will please you, indeed.”
Again, I heard the voice in my head.
Cum. Yes, cum .
I sat up, my breasts bouncing.
“Splendid,” I told the woman. “We'll go.”
I held my hand out and smiled; the woman kissed it and walked me out. She said we didn't need to get dressed. Kelly shrugged and followed.
The train passed a hilltop littered with the silhouettes of wolves sitting under a tree, singing to the Moon. We ran over some rough terrain, and the train car wobbled. The woman in the top hat stood us before a red curtain. She smiled at me.
“My name is Stacy. My master, Miss Veronica, has been expecting you.”
Stacy pulled on a yellow rope. The curtain opened and revealed a room full of woman dressed in early 1900s attire: exposed corsets, dresses that raise the backside, top hats, veils, umbrellas, monocles, and hand fans – all black. Everyone gathered around gambling tables and laughed and sipped from wine glasses. An all-female band, their faces hidden behind thick veils, played classical music on violins and harps as a naked, jet black belly dancer tempted the room with her gentle, seductive hip movements – her gold wristbands and necklaces clinking. Kelly was hypnotized. I looked down between her legs and saw a wet spot on the red carpet. Her pussy was breathing, dripping, hungry... In the center of the room was a throne made of male skulls and bones and red silk. The beautiful Japanese woman sitting on this impressive chair – at first looking rather bored – saw me and perked up. She smiled, and my body turned warm. I blushed.
Stacy whispered into my ear.
“That's Veronica, our vampire queen.”
Kelly gave her a dumb look.
“Vampire? Don't be silly.”
Veronica waved at me. A servant in a red straightjacket and matching biter mask, his penis exposed, got down on his knees as Veronica used him as a step stool. His cock straightened at the first touch of her sharp high heel. The silver tip popped through his skin. He moaned in what I guessed to be pleasure as blood oozed from his back, ran down his side, and pooled under his belly. He clenched his asshole, and his throbbing member shot forth semen that decorated the blood with shimmering pearls – 400 million people drowning in an ocean of red mess.
Veronica wore a black, strapless dress that accented her healthy buttocks and ample bosom.
“I am Veronica,” she said. “I am here to save you from your mundane sex life. In exchange, all I ask is your blood.”
Her breath smelled like apples.
Yes, yes! My mind said. Anything you want. Just let me fuck you....
Kelly took my hand.
“This is insane. We're leaving.”
Stacy held a knife under Kelly's chin, snarling at her to keep silent. Everyone in the room continued gambling and drinking and laughing, either not noticing the situation or not caring. Kelly let me go, her hands held up in submission. She begged me to run. For some strange reason, I didn't care. I wasn't scared. I wanted to stay. Veronica kicked off her heels. She reached back and unzipped her dress and pulled it down. Her breasts popped out, and I felt my clit stand in attention. Those gorgeous tits... Those dark nipples erect and eager... I wanted them... Wanted to run my tongue
“Harder,” I whispered, staring up at the passing shadows on the ceiling. “Feels so good. Don't stop.”
There was a knock on the door. Kelly shot up, lips covered in goo. Mumbling curses, she opened the door to reveal a woman in a long, black dress and a top hat.
“Good evening, ladies,” the woman said. “I have come to invite you to a party.”
“Go away,” Kelly snapped. “Can't you see we're naked?”
She was still cumming. I could see the shimmering juice running down the inner sides of her legs. The stranger poked her head into our room.
“My, my, my,” she said, scanning my nude body, “this room is steamy. If it's nakedness you want, our party will please you, indeed.”
Again, I heard the voice in my head.
Cum. Yes, cum .
I sat up, my breasts bouncing.
“Splendid,” I told the woman. “We'll go.”
I held my hand out and smiled; the woman kissed it and walked me out. She said we didn't need to get dressed. Kelly shrugged and followed.
The train passed a hilltop littered with the silhouettes of wolves sitting under a tree, singing to the Moon. We ran over some rough terrain, and the train car wobbled. The woman in the top hat stood us before a red curtain. She smiled at me.
“My name is Stacy. My master, Miss Veronica, has been expecting you.”
Stacy pulled on a yellow rope. The curtain opened and revealed a room full of woman dressed in early 1900s attire: exposed corsets, dresses that raise the backside, top hats, veils, umbrellas, monocles, and hand fans – all black. Everyone gathered around gambling tables and laughed and sipped from wine glasses. An all-female band, their faces hidden behind thick veils, played classical music on violins and harps as a naked, jet black belly dancer tempted the room with her gentle, seductive hip movements – her gold wristbands and necklaces clinking. Kelly was hypnotized. I looked down between her legs and saw a wet spot on the red carpet. Her pussy was breathing, dripping, hungry... In the center of the room was a throne made of male skulls and bones and red silk. The beautiful Japanese woman sitting on this impressive chair – at first looking rather bored – saw me and perked up. She smiled, and my body turned warm. I blushed.
Stacy whispered into my ear.
“That's Veronica, our vampire queen.”
Kelly gave her a dumb look.
“Vampire? Don't be silly.”
Veronica waved at me. A servant in a red straightjacket and matching biter mask, his penis exposed, got down on his knees as Veronica used him as a step stool. His cock straightened at the first touch of her sharp high heel. The silver tip popped through his skin. He moaned in what I guessed to be pleasure as blood oozed from his back, ran down his side, and pooled under his belly. He clenched his asshole, and his throbbing member shot forth semen that decorated the blood with shimmering pearls – 400 million people drowning in an ocean of red mess.
Veronica wore a black, strapless dress that accented her healthy buttocks and ample bosom.
“I am Veronica,” she said. “I am here to save you from your mundane sex life. In exchange, all I ask is your blood.”
Her breath smelled like apples.
Yes, yes! My mind said. Anything you want. Just let me fuck you....
Kelly took my hand.
“This is insane. We're leaving.”
Stacy held a knife under Kelly's chin, snarling at her to keep silent. Everyone in the room continued gambling and drinking and laughing, either not noticing the situation or not caring. Kelly let me go, her hands held up in submission. She begged me to run. For some strange reason, I didn't care. I wasn't scared. I wanted to stay. Veronica kicked off her heels. She reached back and unzipped her dress and pulled it down. Her breasts popped out, and I felt my clit stand in attention. Those gorgeous tits... Those dark nipples erect and eager... I wanted them... Wanted to run my tongue
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