by Emma Night
“Let me show you my room,” Sarali purred. She finally stopped in front of a very ordinary looking door and turned the handle. The door swung open and Amee found herself in a room not so different from her own bedroom. There was a queen sized bed with beautiful snow white linens. Two night stands, a vanity table and a small chair. It was all very ordinary.
Sarali pushed Amee inside and slammed the door shut. “Get on the bed,” she commanded.
“Why?” Amee whispered. It hurt her mind to ask the question. As though she shouldn’t offer up resistance. One look into Sarali’s burning eyes told her that she would be better off if she complied.
“Take off your dress before you get on,” Sarali commanded. “Don’t get under the covers either. I want to look at you.”
Amee took a deep breath. She walked over to the bed. She hesitated for only a moment before she pulled her dress over her head. It was a bit of a feat and she had to work at it, embarrassingly, for a few moments, before it came off. She had paired a matching black lace bra and panty with it and Sarali stared at her with open admiration shining in her otherworldly blue eyes.
“Very good. Now take off your bra. Slowly. I want to watch you.”
Amee gulped. She reached around and undid the clasp on her bra. She let it fall to the floor. It landed with a silent swish, in a heap at her feet. She had an urge to cover her naked breasts but she resisted.
Sarali actually licked her lips, as though Amee were some fine morsel she was going to delight in dining on. She came closer, stalking on silent feet like an ancient predator. Her blonde hair swished with every step. Sarali’s tight white clothing, a tank top and white pants, did little to hide how lush her own figure was.
She stopped right in front of Amee. It shocked her when Sarali’s hand shot out and cupped her at the apex of her thighs. “Tell me Amee. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with a woman?” Sarali’s hand moved, a finger trailing under the lace of Amee’s panties to stroke her pussy. Amee gasped at the icy intrusion on her warm flesh.
Despite her reluctance to answer, Amee’s body flooded with heat. She tried to move away but for some reason she was rooted to the spot. “Look at me Amee,” Sarali commanded. Amee looked up, into Sarali’s eyes. She felt the pull of their persuasion, working in her mind, seducing her.
“No… I’ve never wondered,” Amee whispered, the answer pulled from her mind.
Sarali smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Perfect. You’ll never have to wonder. I am going to take you now and you will know. You will know the power of women.”
“Yes…” Amee said, the word pulled from her tongue without her mind thinking of forming it.
“Now get on the bed,” Sarali instructed her. “I long to taste your succulent body.”
Amee stared at the woman in shock. She had an inkling that Sarali wasn’t just talking about anything normal. The gleam in her eyes was far too predatory for that.
“I said get on the bed!”
Sarali’s harsh command sent Amee scurrying for the safety of the bed. She jumped on and lay on her back, her insides trembling.
“Oh. I must apologize for being so harsh. You see, I am used to absolute compliancy. Look at me Amee. Tell me you understand.”
Sarali’s eyes lit up and Amee was drawn in. “I understand,” she whispered.
“And you would like me to enlighten you on just how freeing a single touch can be? Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Amee whispered again.
“And you want me to fuck you until you come… again and again and again…”
Amee’s eyes widened. Sarali’s gaze created a stirring inside herself that she had never before felt in her life. The erotic sensation that took hold of her body plundered it mercilessly until she was completely and utterly dripping wet.
Sarali undressed quickly. Amee leaned back on the bed, watching her with wide eyes. Sarali walked over to the bed, spreading her legs as she climbed on. Amee stared at Sarali’s beautifully even, completely hairless pussy. Amee flushed with a strange desire to touch Sarali.
Amee had never seen such an incredible body. Sarali’s blonde hair was lush and hung past her bottom. Her breasts were full and heavy, rosy pink nipples standing out. Her waist was tiny, her body well-muscled for a woman. Her legs were long and shapely and when she turned, her bottom was absolutely perfect. Her skin was pale but totally flawless. There was not one hair on Sarali’s body.
“Since you are an innocent, I will show you how fabulous it can be.” Her Sarali’s eyes gleamed with wicked anticipation.
Sarali loomed over Amee, placing one knee on the bed. She quickly parted Amee’s thighs with her other knee, tucking it right against the warmth of Amee’s pussy. Amee gasped. She felt as though she were going to melt.
Leaning in, Sarali brought her face closer to Amee’s. She kissed her long and hard, shocking Amee and stealing her breath away. Sarali’s lips were cold and smooth and perfectly lush and feminine. A shiver of pleasure raced through her pussy and up her spine. Sarali pressed her lush body against Amee, the hardness of her nipples brushing erotically against Amee’s breasts.
Sarali guided her hand down, between her legs. Amee watched, wide eyed, as Sarali touched her own pussy. Her lips grew swollen with the pleasure of her own touch. Her clit strained to part her folds. As Sarali’s fingers passed over herself, Amee saw the crystal bead of her own juices emerge. Sarali stroked past her lips, her middle finger becoming slippery and coated with her own wetness. She started to run up and down, along her clit in a small, oval pattern.
Amee couldn’t help but reach out and cup Sarali’s right breast in her hand. She wasn’t sure how she knew what to do but she began to gently twist the nipple between her index finger and thumb. Sarali began to paint. A sound like a suppressed moan escaped her lips.
Sarali reached up and took Amee’s hand. Amee didn’t refuse as her fingers were guided down, towards Sarali’s wet pussy. She guided Amee’s fingers directly towards the opening. She was so wet Amee’s fingers slid on her, rubbing her easily. She couldn’t believe she was so freely touching another woman. Sarali felt soft and strangely exciting against Amee’s hand. Sarali’s fingers closed over Amee’s, forcing her middle and index fingers together. Sarali slowly started to part herself with the tips of Amee’s fingers. Amee instinctively knew what to do. Sarali moved her hand away and Amee’s fingers entered Sarali. The woman shifted, taking Amee’s fingers in deeper. Amee pushed harder, burying her fingers to the knuckles in Sarali.
Sarali began to grind her hips, bearing down on Amee’s hand. She impaled herself again and again.
“Bend your fingers a little,” Sarali panted.
Amee did. She moved her fingers and began to move them in and out. She could feel the front wall of Sarali’s pussy. It was surprisingly soft and made Sarali wild with desire. Her cries of pleasure unabashedly echoed through the room.
Each time Amee pushed her fingers inside, Sarali met them, hips grinding. “Deeper,” Sarali kept panting. Amee buried herself to the knuckles each time. Amee’s rhythm was set by Sarali’s hip thrusts. They soon quickened and Amee increased the speed of her thrusts to match. She could feel Sarali’s pussy start to clamp down tighter on her fingers. Amee felt a deep tingling in her own pussy.
Sarali threw back her head, her back arching. She screamed as she came. Amee thrust as hard as she could, Sarali’s hips bucking. Her pussy convulsed over Amee’s fingers. Sarali’s body trembled and Amee held her hand still.
Finally Sarali reached down, covering Amee’s hand with her own. She gently guided her away. Sarali grinned, a gesture that was purely predatory in nature.
“Now Amee… are you ready to experience all this for yourself?”
Chapter 4
“Yes…” Ami could barely get the words past a throat that had suddenly gone bone dry.
Bending her head, Sarali started to trail ice cold kisses over Amee’s stomach. She trai
led her way up, further, until she fondled one of Amee’s breasts in her cold hand. Her mouth found Amee’s nipple and she suckled it, turning it into a hard peak that made Amee pant.
Sarali’s touch was frigid and yet somehow it was not unwelcome. Amee had never done this with a single other person in her life. The touch of the beautiful woman was strangely thrilling. It fed a deep seated desire that Amee didn’t know she possessed.
Taking the other breast in her mouth, Sarali paid homage to that nipple as well. Amee gasped as lightning bolts of sensation washed over her. Sarali raised her head. “Where else would you like me to taste you Amee?”
“I want you to taste my pussy,” Amee said, on instinct. She was shocked at her own words. They came as though they had been ripped from a voice box that was not hers.
Sarali grinned that same smile. It was most wicked and her face suffused with lust. “Yes. I think I shall enjoy that very much. But not as much as you will I would wager.”
Amee’s legs fell open of their own accord. Sarali trailed her hand down, over Amee’s stomach, down over her lacy panties. Her gaze stayed on Amee’s face for a long while, her hand gently stroking Amee through the lace. Her touch was driving Amee into a frenzy. She writhed on the bed, bucking against the lazy circles Sarali drew over her.
When she was satisfied that Amee was soaking wet for her, Sarali moved her face lower. Amee held her breath. Sarali hovered over Amee’s naval, tasting her with her cold tongue before kissing her way lover. Her hand drew Amee’s panties away, down her thighs and off her legs. She threw them down onto the floor.
Sarali bent her head and opened her perfect lips. Her tongue snaked out, teasing Amee. She lapped at Amee’s nectar, suckling at her tender flesh.
Moaning, Amee thrashed on the bed. She planted her feet on the comforter, her knees falling open. Sarali looked up and smiled. She bent her head again and continued her onslaught. She found Amee’s clit and circled it with her tongue, sending waves of pleasure crashing over Amee. Sarali used her fingers to massage Amee while her tongue explored. Sarali’s fingers spread her pussy apart, her tongue dipping in deep inside Amee’s body.
Amee cried out, her back coming off the bed. Her entire body trembled as Sarali’s tongue dived into her again and again. She fucked Amee with her strangely glorious cold mouth. Amee felt as though she were floating. Waves of sensation crashed over her, shaking her violently. Sarali continued to lap at her and taste her, her tongue penetrating deep into Amee’s pussy until Amee shattered apart.
She didn’t know what was coming until it took her. Her body was overcome with spasms of pleasure. Lights burst behind her eyes. A blaze of erotic sensation gripped her, twisting her, threatening to drown her and yet send her to the extreme heights of pleasure. She had never felt a climax like that before in her life.
When Amee’s moans subsided, Sarali raised her head. “Did you like that my darling?”
“Yes…” Amee whispered. She thought it had been fairly apparent that she had enjoyed Sarali’s ministrations.
“Then perhaps you would like to explore my sister? Bettina?”
Amee’s mouth fell open, her lips parting into a little O shape. She found that once the suggestion was made she did indeed want to touch Bettina. To run her hand over her naked body, to touch her breasts, to explore what the other beautiful woman would taste like.
“You don’t have to answer me. I can read your thoughts as clear as though you were speaking,” Sarali said in a seductive tone.
A surge of desire welled up in Amee. She was filled with a raw need that took her completely by surprise. It grabbed hold of her and wrung her until she was panting at just the thought of touching Sarali. The spot between her legs ached and pulsed. She squeezed her legs together only to discover just how wet she was.
“What would you like to do to her Amee? Touch her? Taste her? Fuck her?”
“Yes. All of those things,” Amee whispered. She just wasn’t sure what to do. She had never been with a man before let alone ever considered being with a woman. Her experience with Sarali had been completely mind blowing… She felt as though what she was doing wasn’t only naughty it was totally taboo. And that made it all the more exciting.
“Gather your things. I will take you to Bettina,” Sarali said, a devious gleam in her blue eyes.
Chapter 5
Bettina received Amee with a spark of hunger in her eyes. Her face looked eager. Her skin glowed with a strange radiance.
Amee trembled as Bettina closed her bedroom door behind her. She stepped over to Amee, reached out and stroked a hand down her cheek. Amee shivered at the sparks of fire that ignited in the pit of her stomach.
“Do you want to be with me?” Bettina asked, rather loudly.
“Yes…” Amee stammered.
“Don’t be afraid Amee, I’ll instruct you.” Bettina laughed. “Over on the dresser, if you walk over there you will find something that I like very much.”
Amee went to the dresser. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Bettina take her place on the bed. She was suddenly undressed though Amee hadn’t seen her remove her clothing. Amee looked on the dressers top and her mouth dropped open. There was a large, glass toy… Amee couldn’t even bring herself to think the word. She tentatively reached out and wrapped her hand around it.
When she turned she took in Bettina’s liquid eyes, her spread legs, her body lying prone and open, ready for Amee to explore her, discover her, pleasure her. A strange longing welled up in Amee, stronger than before. She realized that she wanted to do this. More than anything she had ever wanted in her life.
“Start by warming me up first Amee,” Bettina commanded in a sweet tone. “You can save that,” she looked pointedly at the object in Amee’s hand. “For later.”
Amee set it aside on the bed. She looked at Bettina in wonder. She was incredible. Just looking at her exquisite body sent a thousand shivers of pleasure racing through Amee.
“Amee…” Bettina whispered. She took her hand and Amee leaned in close to Bettina’s face.
“Look at me Amee,” she whispered. Amee did as she was bid. She stared deep into Bettina’s blue eyes. Suddenly she felt an intrusion in her head, a voice that was not her own. Her eyes widened when she realized it was Bettina’s.
You must not refuse me Amee. You must listen to me. This is all a pretense. So the others would believe I was indeed using you. You are in danger here. I am going to release you from the hold I have over you but only so that I may help you. Please don’t panic. Don’t run and don’t scream. Whatever you do, remain silent. Think about what you want to say and I will hear it.
Amee concentrated all her thoughts towards answering back. What do you mean? A tremor of fear raced down her spine.
You might have figured out already that we are not human. We are vampires. Please don’t be afraid of me. You need to listen to me.
Amee’s breath came hard. Her stomach clenched and an icy band of pure terror took hold of her. She never took her eyes from Bettina’s face. How could she believe it? Yet she knew there was something not right about the women. How cold they were… their otherworldly eyes… the way they seemed to put her in a trance like state and manipulate her emotions.
Are you vampires? She thought the question.
Yes. Bettina opened her mouth, her fangs elongated from her upper jaw. Amee’s eyes widened and her breathing grew even more erratic. This was real! It had to be! Somehow this was all happening to her.
What do you want with me? Why am I here? Amee knew that, deep down, she didn’t want to hear the answer.
It’s your blood my mistress needs. She will use you as part of the ceremony. She plans on turning a man we believe to be the vampire prince… reincarnated into a mortal’s body… into a vampire. When he is by her side she will have no trouble enslaving our people. We have suffered under the mortal’s oppression. But no more. She will enslave them. She will raise an army. She will crush humanit
y and she will rule as Queen.
What? Are you fucking kidding me? What do you mean she wants to use me as a part of her ceremony? What is she going to do to me?
She is going to turn the prince and then she will offer you to him so that he may live…
Oh my god! Amee began to panic. She could not draw a breath. Her lungs felt as though they were deflating. They burned with the need for oxygen yet she could not manage to get any inside.
Please. You need to calm down. I cannot help you otherwise.
Why would you want to help me? Amee fairly screamed the thoughts. Her mind was racing so badly she doubted whether Bettina would be able to understand her at all.
My mistress is not a good vampire. She is wicked. I do not want to see my people enslaved nor hundreds and thousands murdered in cold blood. If a war starts, this is surely what will happen. Our people might not even survive it.
How can you help me?
I am going to help you and Ross escape.
Ross?
Yes. Ross. The Prince. My mistress has seduced him. It is not hard. He fell under her spell right away. She has made him think that she loves him and that he feels something for her. She has lured him here tonight so that the transition might be completed. He thinks they are engaged… he has no idea she is a vampire or what she plans to do.
What can I do? Where can I go where she will not find me?
It is not a matter of where you will go. Rather what you must do. The ceremony can only work with a virgin’s blood. We have been watching you. You have unusually strong blood for a human. That is why we chose you. I will create a distraction once Ross is here. You need to take him and leave. And then you need to convince him to take your virginity.