VAMPYR REQUIEM: Lestat De Lioncourt

9. Arts And Crafts And Elicit Affairs

BLOOD DRIPPED ON THE GROUND as I endeavored to walk on the cobblestone path. Tala stabbed me so deep, my wound was still healing, but the pain was now subsiding.

I stopped at a shaded corner across a street. A manor painted in beige and white stood in the middle amongst other big houses in front of me. It stood out from the rest with its colorful gnome infested lawn.

At the west wing of the third floor, clerestory windows were shaded with heavy velvet drapes, but there was one window at the far edge of the establishment, with the curtain slightly slide open and was lighted by the golden beam of one candle in the room.

I saw Isabella Dubbary passed by the window. Tala followed her, holding hands. I floated to match the height of the window to see better, and soon found myself drawing towards it.

I peeked between the slit of the curtains. I clenched my fists when I witnessed Tala on top of Isabella, caressing and devouring each other's lips on the bed. I shook my head with a smile. You're a bad liar, Tala.

I watched her as she dragged her mouth against Isabella's neck. Isabella gasped when Tala went lower, and gasped more with a shiver when she felt Tala's tongue tracing her collarbones.

Her hands found Isabella's shoulder straps of her nightgown. She pulled them down until Isabella's breasts slipped out into view. Isabella softly moaned as Tala groped the bountiful mound of her breast. She quickly bit her lower lip to suppress a louder moan when Tala's palm came rubbing against her erect nipple.

Tala's lips wrapped around her other bosom, tracing the shape of her round tit with kisses. I saw her suck her soft skin and gave Isabella hickeys on her breast. She then stuck out the tip of her tongue to lightly tap it on the indent of her nipple, then playfully moved her tongue up and down on it.

I could smell Isabella's arousal from here. She was getting wetter and wetter as Tala played with her tits using her mouth and hands. If Tala continued further, she would undoubtedly cum right away. But she was holding it in, until she could get her pussy licked and penetrated...

Isabella grabbed Tala's shoulders to look back at her. Their eyes locked intensely. "What is it?" I heard Tala murmur.

Isabella didn't answer, but she took Tala's hand from her tit and slowly dragged it between her thighs. Tala gasped when she felt how wet she was. She smiled, then rubbed her hand on the top of her cunt - feeling Isabella's wetness seeping into her sheer nightgown.

"Does this need attention too?" Tala whispered against Isabella's gaping mouth.

Isabella was still speechless, too aroused to voice out her thoughts. She could only nod derisively.

Tala naughtily swirled her fingers on the mound of Isabella's cunt, covered by the wet lace of her nightgown. She she drew circles and lines with the pad of her fingertip - slowly, and softly, and teasingly, that made Isabella roll her eyes in bliss.

I watched as Isabella opened her legs apart, as her pussy grew hungry and hungrier under the touch of Tala's finger. She was opening herself to her, and even arching herself up to her so Tala could slip her fingers inside her with ease. Isabella wanted so badly to feel the length of Tala's fingers thrusting in and out of her quivering sloppy pussy, that it's the only thought appearing in her mind.

"Please..." Isabella whimpered needily. Her hips were starting to hump on its own on Tala's hand.

Tala slapped her pussy. "Behave." She commanded.

Ahhh... Her voice... I missed that sultry tone whenever it's just the two of us in a quiet room. I missed the feeling how it never failed to give me shiver up my spine. I was feeling it now.

"Mon amour..." Isabella moaned.

"Shhh..." Tala placed her finger on Isabella's lips. "Ma chérie." She said, correcting her.

I tried to suppress a pleased chuckle. She hated me, but she still loved my nickname I gave to her... Oh chérie.

I rubbed my crotch, getting aware of my growing bulge. From all the orgies I set to satisfy myself, there's only one lips I preferred wrapped around my cock, and it's her's.

I quietly moaned as I felt myself get more aroused at the thought. Now all I desired was to be in the same room with her and make her move all of her attention to me. But she's a wild snake. Her next move was always unpredictable when it involved me; I would either be kissed or be killed. And that just made it more exciting. Too bad I wasn't invited in this soiree.

Tala lifted Isabella's nightgown, until it was resting above her waist. It revealed her glistening cunt, opening for her. Tala moved down and stopped just before her pussy, dripping wetness on the sheets, peach looking juicy. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue then licked her cunt's sleek path upwards until she neared her clit. Tala swirled her tongue around it, licking it like a lollipop in her mouth.

Fuck.

My trousers was forming a tent between my thighs. I missed that mouth on me, sucking me, licking me, biting me - her sweet lips grazing upon my cold flesh like drops of rain, washing my sorrows away. That very lips which played around my heart like a moth around a flame. Her lips left a mark on me, I couldn't get it out from my head. My hand slowly slithered within my trousers, easing the throbbing of my cock, but my touch only sparked a wild imagination where her lips were on me, like a sweet hallucination, a vivid livid dream, where I could perfectly see her doing the things on me that I desired the most...

I held a gasp as I impatiently unbutton my trousers and grip my girth out. I began to move my hand up and down, slowly at first, savoring the building of desire as I watched Tala fuck Isabella with her fingers while her mouth was sucking one of her tits. Oh how I wanted those fingers around me. Tracing my length. Grabbing my shaft. Creating addicting friction on my skin. I quivered as my hand copied those lingering thoughts.

Isabella suddenly maneuvered Tala over. She moved on top of Tala, then ripped her clothes apart which revealed her precious tits that I was so familiar with - the details and the taste.

My hand started to move quickly around my cock, my hips meeting every thrust.

Tala grabbed Isabella's neck. Isabella started to choke and gasp, but all with a smile. Tala smiled too, and slowly, she loosened her hold around her throat. She instead pulled Isabella down by her hair to kiss her on the lips. It was a sweet and passionate kiss in which their tongues waltzed. Then, Tala whispered on Isabella's ear. "Ma belle, the candle..."

Isabella was quick to reach the single candle on the nightstand. It was long and sturdy, and the girth was large, that it was not easy for the tiny flame on its head to melt its waxen body. Tala opened her legs wide then Isabella jabbed the end of the candle up her cunt. I watched as half of the length of the candle slipped inside her and disappeared within her folds. Then, Isabella began to move the candle in and out of Tala, with intimate languid thrusts, making sure to hit every right spot - all the while the other end of the candle where she was holding was still lit up. The tiny flame began to dance on the slim thread at the head of the candle as Isabella's hand rammed its end in Tala's indestructible vampire pussy.

I bit my lip at the horrendous yet fascinating sight. Tala was giving me an interesting show.

Oh... I shuddered.

My thoughts were running wild from its constraints. My mind was all about seeing the candle as my cock. She must have thought it too as she murmured breathlessly, "mon prince de la lune..."

I roughly bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning loudly as I got closer in bursting the result of my arousal. I shuddered more, gasped more - mirroring Tala as she too about to reach her climax.

Then, one more breathless sharp gasp, we both released at the same time. Hers dripped on the candle and on the sheets. Mine dripped on the spot from which I was floating over, splattering on the head of one of the gnomes.