Supernatural

All You Pretty Vagrants — Episode 19

Venus and Fangs: Jennifer is no match for the two beautiful but dangerous vampires Nerezza and Tilda. Or is she?

A crack of early morning light in the curtains woke Jennifer up. It took her a while to realise where she was, and whose naked body was lying next to her. Tilda lay stretched out above the blankets, despite the chill in the room. Her pale, slender limbs and her red hair spread out as if she was posing. The word splendid fitted the picture.

Jennifer stared at the dainty fluff of ginger pubic hair on Tilda’s mons Venus. Last night, it had tickled her upper lip as she went down on the gorgeous vampire. The taste still lingered, reminding her of chocolate with sea salt and caramel. And like the dark candy, Tilda’s savoury pussy had induced a rush of dopamine, heightening Jennifer’s arousal.

With Tilda’s legs wrapped around her, she’d felt safe like she was being swaddled. When she crawled up for a kiss, Tilda had embraced her with such compassion that Jennifer had cried. Her tears were a symptom of the tension built inside her by the events that had changed her life in such a perplexing way.

During their passionate kiss, Tilda had slid two fingers into Jennifer’s wet pussy, and massaged her g-spot expertly. With her thumb pressed against Jennifer’s clit, the orgasm came as fast as Jennifer yearned for. As the consecutive orgasms followed, her muscles let go of the fear that had made them tense and sore. Tears kept flooding her cheeks, which in turn made her laugh and cry out, ‘Crazy. This is crazy’.

The hands that calmed her as they held her by the temples were Nerezza’s. Her smell was strong and musky like a man’s. It didn’t scare Jennifer, nor was she surprised by the dark vamp’s presence. Jennifer let her heavy head be held against Nerezza’s bosom. Her breasts were large and soft like a princess’ pillow, and so desirable she smothered them with kisses.

The two vampires then laid Jennifer on her back and bound her arms and legs to the four posters of the bed. Exposed and defenceless, Jennifer’s fear returned, but she soon relaxed again as they revered her body. Her senses were overloaded, and her skin was on fire; her cunt throbbing from a string of orgasms. She was too dazed to pay attention to Tilda, who leaned over her on hands and knees, moaning and groaning as Nerezza fucked her from behind with a strap-on.

Now, at the break of dawn, Jennifer remembered Tilda’s face close to hers, noisily exhaling with every thrust Nerezza delivered. She was convinced she’d been charmed into having sex with them, even though Nerezza had told her she hadn’t mastered the skill.

Louise had told her about a wine that had made her horny as hell, hadn’t she? What about the wine she’d drunk abundantly? Moreover, Nerezza hadn’t denied that charming was possible. Who knew what skills Tilda possessed? Scrutinising the vampire sleeping next to her, Jennifer concluded that Tilda maybe looked innocent in her sleep, but she was no doubt as deviant and dangerous as Nerezza; her amazing beauty a most deceptive mirage. The intentions of the vampires couldn’t be trusted.

Jennifer quietly left the bed and locked herself in the bathroom. She checked every bit of her skin for bite marks or cuts, but couldn’t find any.

Among the many questions Jennifer had about her predicament, one preoccupied her the most. Why did she remain unharmed? Not one drop of her blood had been spilled. If vampires had the Hunger, like Nerezza had called it, why was she spared and not drained as their vessel of nourishment? It relieved and alarmed her equally.

In Amsterdam, on their first meeting, Nerezza had compared her to a Venus of the renaissance, and even as early as then, Jennifer had sensed a desire in the vampire to touch her, but respectfully. Till now, she’d thought Nerezza had kidnapped her as a bait to lure Aldert out of hiding, but Tilda seemed to know exactly where Aldert and Parker were, so why was she needed? What was her role in this play of mystical beasts?

Jennifer wondered about something Aldert had said to her on the night he revealed his true self to her.

‘Unreal is a matter of perception. But that can change.’

Had he meant that she could become a vampire too? How did that work? Like in horror movies, with a lot of blood and gore?

Sometimes, she hoped she would wake up in her bed in Amsterdam, or at her mother’s, shaking her head incredulously about having a surreal dream. But she was wide awake, and the women she’d had sizzling sex with last night were no figment of her imagination. Jennifer realised that the intense sexual pleasures and the care and love she’d experienced the previous night lingered in her mind and body. Not just as an opaque memory of a drug induced trip, but as clear and true and real as the sun rising above the Transylvanian mountains.

She sat on the toilet to pee and tried to slow down the freight train of her thoughts. There was only one way forward, she concluded, despite the uncertainty of her situation and the fears it provoked. She needed to trust her gut instinct and go with the flow. Yes, Louise was dead. Nerezza had drunk her blood and killed her. But, maybe for her, it could end differently. Maybe she could survive this nightmare.

A voice calling her name startled her. It was Tilda, politely knocking on the bathroom door.

‘Jennifer? A word of advice? If you’re having your period, keep your distance from us.’

Jennifer looked down and saw drops of her blood staining the white porcelain of the toilet bowl. Fuck. She hadn’t menstruated yet since her visit to the parenthood clinic. And preoccupied by her worries, she hadn’t noticed it had started. Obviously, she didn’t have any tampons. She looked around the bathroom but didn’t see any on the shelves amongst the cotton pads, lotions, and scrubs.

‘We’re leaving after breakfast. You can probably buy some sanitary towels in the valley.’

‘O great,’ Jennifer thought, ’another mind reader.’

‘Just rip some towels into a few strips for now.’

Despite the weird situation and the obvious danger of spilling blood in the vicinity of two vampires, Jennifer thought Tilda sounded quite caring, even sisterly.

‘We’ll be in the kitchen. Nerezza’s making breakfast. Take your time.’

‘Breakfast? Who might that be? Me?’ Jennifer cautioned herself to calm down. After taking a shower, she followed Tilda’s advice. She ripped a clean towel and folded a strip into her knickers. Luckily, the towels were made of silky soft cotton.

On the threshold of the large open kitchen living room, she hesitated to enter, but both women acted quite friendly.

‘Come sit,’ Nerezza said. ‘We won’t bite you.’ The vampires found the pun hilarious. Jennifer smirked and kept her distance from them.

‘If you sit at the other end of the table from us, we’ll be fine,’ Nerezza said as she poured Jennifer a mug of hot coffee. The smell of it and what seemed like freshly baked buns laid out on the table made her stomach growl. She was famished.

Nerezza put a bowl down with fresh strawberries and put one in her mouth in a flirty, sexual manner. ‘These are deliciously sweet. You should have some.’

Jennifer stared at Nerezza, who ostentatiously licked some drooling fruit juice from the corner of her mouth. She didn’t know what to make of the behaviour of the two women, seemingly quite happy with themselves.

‘What happens to you when you smell my blood?’ she asked, genuinely curious but daunted too.

‘Same as what happens to you when you smell freshly baked bread,’ Nerezza said. She joined Tilda at the other end of the table and poured two glasses of burgundy dark wine.

Jennifer grabbed a bun and took a bite out of it. ‘I think there’s a difference.’ Chewing the bread, she looked over to the two vamps defiantly.

‘You were right, Nerezza,’ Tilda said. ‘She’s feisty.’

‘Don’t talk about me while I’m in the room.’

‘Kitty’s got claws.’

‘Fuck you.’

Tilda and Nerezza laughed which confirmed to Jennifer she was no match for them. But she promised herself to continue putting up a fight. Even if the memory of last night beguiled her enough to give in and offer herself up like a puppy who wants to be petted. The sensations she’d experienced were still lingering and causing goosebumps.

‘We’re just teasing you,’ Tilda said. ‘You were exquisite last night. Your tongue technique reminds me of someone.’

Nerezza drank the last half of her wine in one gulp and suddenly turned away. A dark cloud seemed to pass over her face.

‘Eat up and pack,’ she said sternly. ‘The cupboard in your room has clothes your size. There’s a bag too. Take anything you want.’

Nerezza’s sudden change of mood surprised Jennifer and she looked curiously at Tilda who smirked and watched the dark vamp leave the room.

‘Don’t mind her. I shouldn’t have referred to Aldert.’

‘You know Aldert? Do you know where he is right now?’ Jennifer said, eager to know more.

Tilda nodded. ‘They’re in Athens. I was there a couple of days ago.’

‘Is that where we’re going?’

‘Yes.’

‘Nerezza said Aldert hurt her badly,’ Jennifer pointed to her groin. ‘Down there.’

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘They were in a fight.’

‘Did Aldert tell you this?’

‘No, she did.’ She pointed to Nerezza, who’d gone outside.

‘Do you believe her?’

Tilda shrugged. ‘No reason not to.’

‘Why am I here? Why did she take me?’

‘Can’t tell you that.’

‘Will I die?’

‘We all die one day.’

‘Nerezza killed my best friend Louise.’

‘I’m sorry to hear it.’ Tilda looked embarrassed.

‘She drank Louise’s blood in front of me,’ Jennifer continued. ‘I have nightmares about it. Every night.’

‘I suppose you do,’ Tilda said in a soft voice. ‘It will pass. You’ll be fine.’

Oddly, she meant well, Jennifer thought, but although Tilda gave her straight answers, they raised more questions.

‘You better pack that bag,’ Tilda said. ‘Nerezza’s an impatient woman.’

‘One more question.’ Jennifer insisted as she stood. ‘Are you a friend of Aldert’s?’

‘I’d like to think so.’

‘Then why did you tell Nerezza where he is? She obviously wants to kill him or something.’

‘You said one question.’

‘Answer me.’

Tilda sighed and walked up to Jennifer. They stood face to face. Jennifer could feel the warmth of Tilda’s breath on her skin. The redheaded vampire put a finger on Jennifer’s lips.

‘Enough,’ her commanding tone chilled Jennifer to the bone.

Desperate to resist, but with little courage left, Jennifer pleaded. ‘Please don’t charm me anymore. I really need to be myself.’

Tilda gave her a look of surprise. ‘You think I can put a spell on you? It’s you who charms us, Jennifer.’

‘But last night…’

‘Last night? Tilda interrupted. ‘Did I force myself upon you? Didn’t you take my hand to lead me to your room?’

The truth of Tilda’s words that Jennifer refused to admit to stung her. Yes, she’d invited Tilda to her room, and she’d left her door ajar as she noticed Nerezza observing them. Yes, she’d taken it upon her to undress Tilda, tossing garment after garment until she could behold the naked beauty of Venus.

What she had pushed away from her consciousness in the early hours of the morning was her craving for the adrenaline rush of being amongst predators. The otherworldly sensation of making love to those who might kill you. Like a child’s fantasy of cuddling a tiger, or in Jennifer’s case, the teenage wet dream of being a beauty ravaged by a beast. Jennifer ran for her life from Aldert once, but as she’d read in a lion-tamer interview, ‘There’s nothing like the essence of life rushing through your veins like rapids’. She understood his words better than ever now and knew this was what it was like to willingly enter a cage where wild, ferocious animals were waiting for you.

Tilda gave her a benign smile and nodded, as if she acknowledged Jennifer’s train of thought. And she probably did, being a mind-reader.

Tilda kissed her and Jennifer willingly gave in. The vampire moaned as their lips parted. ‘I shall not compare thee to a summer’s day, but rather a vintage Chardonnay.’

Jennifer couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing. ‘You vamps are nuts,’ she said, and slapped Tilda on the bum. ‘Let’s pack those bags, shall we?’

To be continued.

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