Diana: Vampire Goddess of the Hunt
in
The Seduction of Mina
Vampire Sex and Bondage
The house was old and musty, a grey haze hung over the walls.. But 20
bucks was twenty bucks... And I was Soooo stupid for taking that bet. But I
couldn't look stupid, could I?
Even if this was a haunted house.
But
this is the 20th century, and I had degrees in mathamatics, and
physics. There are no such things as ghosts.
Legend said the resident
of the house had gone insane looking for immortality. She had brought dozens
of victims here, slit their throats, and bled them dry. She had cracked
their bones, and done horrible things with their bodies.
But those were only stories, distorted by fear, and 126 years. Still, it's said
in every legend there's a kernel of truth.
Okay I was scared as hell....
I unrolled my blanket on the couch downstairs. A fine layer of dust covered
everything except the footprints in the hallway, which I tried to tell
myself, were just kids. But they were of a small delicate foot, like a woman's.
Not the brogans of a 12-year-old kid.
I turned the old lantern to full power
and settled down, with the book I had brought. It seemed ironic at the time: "The Blood Countess: Lady Bathory."
I figured Lucy must have played a joke on me and swapped out the book I'd meant
to bring: "Advanced Plasma Mechanics." Not a Vampire book. Damn.
After an hour of
reading I fell asleep. A dark fitfull dreamless slumber, punctuated
not by my usual imaginative ramblings, but by patches of light and color ...
and then a face, floating ...
I awoke, leaping from my bedroll. There was someone in the room with me.
I looked but I
could see nothing. It was more of a feeling, a feeling linked to the rising hackles on
the back of my neck. I wanted to run like hell.
But the bet, and my snickering friends kept me here...
"Hey Lucy," I called, trying to sound brave, and trying to sound as
if I were more than one person. "Who's that?"
No answer.. I realized that I sounded really scared.... Which I was..
There was the faintest of sounds, a soft shishing, like rustling sild. I looked
to my left and gliding down the stairs was a woman. She was the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. She looked to be in her late
20s, but the expression on her face was of one much older. She was tall, and
slender. She had black hair, pale skin, and hazel brown eyes that glowed, like bright
bits of glass. She wore a Latex Teddy that strapped up the front and barely hid her full breasts.
I'd never felt this way about another woman, but she was beautiful. Pale, with skin,
delicate, like ash. And though she was wearing long, Latex boots, her feet seemed to barely touch the
ground as she came to me.
"Who are you?" I asked, trembling.
"Who are you?" she replied.
"Mina Harker" I replied, trying not to let my fear show.
"Well, Mina, this is my house," she said. "Why are you here?"
Her house. I got a sinking feeling that I was in trouble. More than
I'd ever been in.
However, somewhere deep inside me, I desired this woman. I'm not gay. Not a
Lez, or butch. But I wanted her. I wanted to taste her skin, feel her hair
in my face, lick the moisture from between her thighs.
"I'm here on a dare," I said. "My friends bet me 20 bucks I wouldn't stay
in this house all night." My lower lip was trembling. "I... I...." I was
stammering like a fifth grader.
"Well, such a quest," she replied. "So dangerous, for one so young... I'll let you go."
She smiled wide and licked her teeth. My own eyes widened. She had fangs!. "If that's what
you wish."
I looked at her. God, I wanted to run like hell, but I was
held by her eyes...and those teeth. "I gave my
word," I said, lamely. "I'll stay."
"Your word?" She laughed, "What an anachronism in this age."
I shrugged, still stinging from the young crack...19, I though, is not young.
"Who are you", I asked again.
She smiled slightly, and a look of pure lust came over her. She
walked slowly toward me, and with the thin fingers of one slim
hand, gently stroked the side of my face. Her touch
was like fire.
"Oh, god," I moaned, then stood to kiss her gently on her full
red lips.
She responded with fearful gusto, Our tongues met and swirled, each reaching
and probing into the other. She broke, and started to kiss my face, neck,
shoulders, and ears. Her strong hands found the buttons of my blouse and snapped
them off, one by one.
She pushed me down onto
the bed, and dove into my breasts, licking, kissing and nibbling my upper
body. She pulled herself back up to my face, and we kissed again, each kiss a
rush of passion, and pleasure.
I pulled her down to the bed beside me and
kneeled above her. Then tugging gently on the drawstring that held the Latex Teddy
closed, I peeled the soft covering from her beautiful body
Underneath, as I expected, as I desired, was the softest, palest skin I'd ever seen. Her
breasts were rich, and full, her thighs, round, and her pubic hair
moist with her excitement.
I kissed her breasts, but stopped at her nipples, tenderly sucking, then
nibbling them till she moaned with pleasure. Then slowly, not wanting to
miss any part of her body, I dragged my tongue over every inch of her
flesh. I worshipped it. As a Goddess she was to me. Her flesh, her sweat,
salty in my mouth, I knew I loved her. She was
perfect.
Exquisite.
At last I came to her mons pubis. I gently, so gently
stroked the hairs surrounding her vagina's lips, pulling at them
with my lips. She snarled, and forced my head deeper.
But I would not be pushed...at least not yet. Instead, I twisted and
gently nibbled her thighs, before
returning again to her moistness.
Then with increasing pressure, I kissed her
pussy, sticking my tongue deeper, deeper into her wetness. Her moans were
louder, ringing in my ears, thunderous cries that almost frightened me;
they were like an animal's howls.
But I didn't stop. My own lust wouldn't let me. I took
her clit into my mouth, and sucked it between my teeth.
I felt strong hands, claws dig into my back, raking my
shoulders. I sucked harder, harder. Her moans turned to growls, and she
clamped her legs around my head, riding me, shoving against my lips and
teeth till she gave one final scream.
And then she sank back, releasing me, panting like a wolf. Tired also, I
disengaged myself from her body, and sank to the floor.
"And now, my pet," she said, touching her tongue to the tip of her teeth, "it's
your turn."
I gasped involuntarily. The fangs that I'd noticed so long ago, and had only
half-registered in my mind, looked like needles. She touched her tongue to each
one before bending to bite at my pussy.
I yelped as her teeth sank into, then through my flesh. I could feel my blood
rushing to my pelvis, rushing into her mouth through the wound. Yet, there was
no pain. Only a delicious sense of her tongue on my flesh, lapping at the blood,
at my own sweat.
"Call me by my name," I murmured, arching into her face.
"Mina," she whispered, looking up. Blood dripped from her chin onto my pussy. "My
darling, Mina," she said again, pulling herself up my body. She nibbled at my
breasts, her tongue rough like a cat's.
Then she was above me, looking down into my face.
With my own blood in her mouth, she kissed me, then bent to my throat. As she sank
her fangs into the artery there, she pushed forward with her own pussy, grinding
against me. I could feel every muscle in her body as she thrust against me,
pounding my flesh with the rhythm of my own heart.
"Oh, god," I cried and arched against her. I clasped hands into fists, and pulled her
tight against me as she drank my blood and pounded my body with hers.
"Who--" My breath fluttered in my throat, and I could feel conciousness slipping
away. "Who are yo..."
"Diana," she said.
Her name. Three sylables. Like my heart.
Beat.
"Diana," I repeated, my voice dying to a whisper.
"Goddess of the Hunt," she said.
Now I lay here beside her, drinking of her blood as she drinks of mine. And we wait
for my friends to come looking for me.
I think of the debt they owe me, as I run my tongue over my own fangs.
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Vampire Sex and
Bondage