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‘Porcelain Dolls’ concludes...
A young man stepped off the bus wearing a light jacket and an attitude. Lighting a cigarette he stood by the lamppost. Ally followed Milan as they approached him.
“Hey sugar, you have a stick for me?” she asked.
He stared at her and then his gaze followed to Ally. With a smile he reached in his pocket to grab his pack of smokes.
“No honey, not that kind of stick. We are into bigger things than those slim Jims.” Milan quipped. The young man straightened up a little, flashing a big grin on his face.
“Well, whatever you two have in mind, I’m game.” he said.
“How about we skip these formalities and move on to our place?” Milan said.
“So, why doesn’t the other one speak?” he asked as he followed them.
Milan gave Ally a wink. “When she has her mouth wrapped around that cock of yours, I doubt you will care what she has to say.” she smirked.
The young man laughed heartily. “I bet you’re right.” he said. “You lovely nymphs of the night can call me Grant, care to let me know your names?”
“Let’s skip those details as I said. When you are screaming out during your thunderous orgasm, you can call us whatever you want.” Milan said.
Ally hesitated a moment as Milan led them to a different apartment. It was Anna’s, but Ally had no idea. Milan put her finger to her mouth to silence her.
“Come on in here, Grant. You undress there in the bedroom and lie in bed. We need to primp ourselves.” she ordered.
Grant walked away. They could hear him in the room mumbling what a lucky bastard he was.
“Milan,” whispered Ally, “where are we? Who lives here?” she asked.
“Just an old friend. She is away for awhile and asked me to look after the place. There’s no way I bring a male into my bed, not under any circumstances.” she hissed. “Now, we will seduce him long enough to keep his attention on other things. As soon as you see me at his neck, you start in on his legs.”
Ally nodded her head in agreement. She could feel the cravings inside begin to claw away at her, begging for nourishment.
“It’s about time you two came in here, I almost jerked myself off out of impatience!” he whined.
”Lucky for us you didn’t.” cooed Milan. Taking a leather strap she walked towards him, stepping out of her dress in the process.
“What are you going to do with that?” he asked.
“Have a problem with a little bondage?” she challenged.
“No, but just my wrists okay? Not my legs.” he remarked.
Tying them tight to the headboard, she let him admire her breasts. Ally crawled onto the bed and massaged his legs. “Now this is what I came to the city for.” he moaned.
Their hands roamed his body as he closed his eyes, enjoying their sensual touch. “I don’t need a lot of foreplay here girls, I am seriously horny and have enough here to get the both of you off.” he boasted.
Milan shook her head in disgust. She leaned forward and turned his head slightly. After a quick kiss she nestled her teeth into his rough skin, sinking them in hard like a snake. Ally took her cue and sliced his leg with the razor blade, she wasn’t ready to use her newly formed fangs yet. The cut was deep and blood spurted out like a water fountain. She held her mouth open as it sprayed into her mouth. Grant hollered and screamed, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. Milan withdrew her fangs and sauntered her lips over to his throat. Ally quickly finished her feed and scrambled to the other leg, fascinated with the amount of blood she could consume.
With a crunch Milan silenced Grant for good. She drained him until he stopped twitching, his eyes fastened to the ceiling, a look of terror upon his face. Ally jumped off the bed. “Damn he was a tasty treat.” she declared. “Do you kill everyone you feed on?” she asked shyly.
“No Ally, sometimes they like it, ask to be a victim. Others look at it as erotic and pay for it. Soon I will share you with other vamps and you will see how exciting this style of life is. For now I am like a mother bird, bringing home a meal, allowing you to grow strong and become more educated. Everyone’s blood tastes different and you will feel many sensations come from it. Do not look at Grant as a senseless killing or a death. Look at it as an offering, a source of nourishment for the betterment of your body.” she explained.
Ally walked to her and they shared a long sensuous kiss. Their tongues searched for any remnants of blood, licking each other clean.
“The night is young, my sweet Ally.” said Milan. “Let us make the most of it.”
END
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