Vampire Fantasy, A Cautionary Tale Of What Moves In The Mist
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This vampire fantasy is in the dog days of August when the heat is almost unbearable. Even after the sun sets, the heat rose in waves from the hot, dry ground. Katrina lays naked twisting restlessly in her bed. The French doors are wide open to encourage what little night breeze there may be to skim across her naked flesh; entwined in her blood-red satin sheets. Her fitful dreams weave in and out of consciousness.
Katrina turns towards the open patio. She is unsure if she is awake or dreaming. It seems there could be a slight mist rolling across the hardwood floor. In her dreaming/waking state, she smiles in the hopes that the mist will prove to be cooling on her smooth skin. She pulls the final inches of satin free from her legs and lays on her back with knees spread wide as the mist starts to crawl up and over her bed. Katrina could feel the cooling droplets of water to her infinite joy. There is a tingling sensation in the nerves of her skin as the mist slowly creeps over her body.
She felt a little silly having a fantasy/dream of a cooling mist that continues to cover the length of her body. The nerves along her stomach and breasts going from a light tingle to an increasing coolness. It grazes across her body and her nipples start to harden. Perhaps it was imagination, but it felt almost like cool hands caressing her skin as it stretched across her naked body. Katrina is somewhat turned on and actually lets out a giggle.
She still wonders if this is a dream or reality.
Katrina’s breathing becomes raspier as her body responds to the sensual attention of the mist now brushing her clitoris and labia. She feels her pussy starting to moisten. Katrina’s desires stir and she wants to touch herself. She wants release from this sweet torture. So, Katrina tries to slide her hands down to the slippery wetness between her thighs. She finds that she can not move her hands or arms. A small trickle of fear begins to enter her mind. She sees her arms spread out wide in either direction as she looks around. Katrina gasps when she sees hands holding onto her wrists pinning them to the bed. Fear grips her fully now conflicting with the desire she feels burning inside.
The vampire illusion becomes more real as the mist between her legs strengthens its movement. The feeling is almost like a tongue as it licks and stimulates clit. Instead of being cool, it is warm, moist, and welcoming against her pussy. Still, the fear surfaces in waves against the desire. She was able to raise her head a few inches off the bed. So, Katrina was able to look down between her widespread legs.
She could see the mist now taking shape.
She sees a man with silky, shiny black hair with a glistening streak of silver. His skin is so pale that it is almost luminous. Her mind struggles with the logic of the mist being a man. He is a man with arms long enough to hold her wrists. Yet, still, he has his head buried between her legs. Her eyes wander until his eyes lock on her eyes. His eyes seem likely to burn holes into the soul of any who dares to look long enough into them. His eyes are first black, then red, then gray, and finally filled with flames. Then snaps back to black all in a glance.
“Are you the devil or an illusion?” Katrina says breathlessly. The creature only laughs in return and increases the ministrations of his tongue on her pussy lips. She feels it licking inside of her increasing her wetness, even more, every second. Katrina knows she has never been this wet in her life. She is lost in an indescribable moment between fear and pleasure. She moans involuntarily from fear or desire she does not know. Katrina feels her hips rise to meet the mouth of this demon lover. She feels his lips against her softest skin, smiling, and then his tongue inside of her pussy. It is filling her more than any tongue should be able to fill a woman. She feels it lapping at the tip of her cervix and then deeper still into her womb.
Katrina’s body is on fire wherever the tongue licks. She feels tingling sensations. Currents of lusty heat crowd out any fear she is feeling. She could think of nothing except this boiling heat and burning in swirling pools in her deepest depths. The waves of longing need cresting higher and higher.
In the vampire fantasy, Katrina could no longer remember the mist in the room or even her name when the tongue finally pulls out from inside of her pussy. It leaves her feeling more empty than she could bear. Her cries of pleasure turn to cries of pain from the cold empty loss in her recently burning depths. She opens her eyes feeling movement and finds those smoky, blackened eyes directly above her own.
Katrina is entranced.
She barely notices the blood dripping down his chin or the fangs standing out prominently. They are glistening with drops of blood still clinging to them. Then she forgets everything as she feels his hardness pushing against her drenched opening. He is sliding inside of her and filling the empty spaces his tongue so recently vacated. Her hips start to press upward demanding more of him as he slowly fucks her aching pussy.
With her eyes closed, all Katrina thinks or feels is his demon vision cock working its way in and out of her pussy. He is going deeper into her with every stroke. She feels filled and stuffed once he is finally as deep inside as possible. Fancifully, she imagines his cock lay coiled inside of her like a great snake waiting to leap, moving constantly, changing position, coiling and uncoiling itself to rub against her most sensitive areas. Then the building waves of her orgasm break cascading and crashing throughout her body. Unconsciously, Katrina’s body writhing on her silken sheets.
Colors are dancing before her eyes. Her spirit lifts to another plane of being. Katrina never imagined that an orgasm could carry her away in such a fashion. The overwhelming sensations and emotions are broken once, briefly, by the feel of two sharp prick s on the side of her neck.
Then she returns to that lightheaded, euphoric feeling of being carried away.
The vampire fantasy continues as Katrina cries out. Her orgasm rocks deeper through her body and mind. She feels herself becoming lighter as it begins to subside. She merely lays there half dreaming and half awake. Katrina can not lift her head or open her eyes. She is still wondering if this all simply a dream. Then the blackness descended over her and there was no more.
The mist descends from her bed and collects in the open doorway. Looking back once more on the beautiful pale skin in sharp contrast to the blood-red sheets. Katrina’s eyes closed forevermore in peaceful repose. She would be beautiful for all eternity now. He catches an errant drop of blood still resting on his lip. Greedily he sucks the drop from his finger and smiles. Turning, he drifts off into the balmy night air.