The Vampire's Daughter
by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Hentai Jones:
THE VAMPIRE'S
DAUGHTER
An unbelievable Fairy Tale
full of blood, lust and love!
Sabine and Jasmine
»Fuck!«, Jasmine cried out when she fell from her bicycle and ended up headfirst in the ditch - she showed me her cute bum under the short skirt, her panties were quite minimal and exposed a lot of her pale buttocks. I jumped off my bike and helped her up, I brushed the moss out of her blond hair and checked her for an injury - Jasmine seemed to be alright, but her bicycle had a flat tire and a twisted rim from the fall! Unfortunately we had ended up in the middle of the forest on our adventurous excursion, and what had looked like a sunny day in the morning was slowly turning into a dark afternoon, hung with black storm clouds. We tried to ride on my bike together for a while, but on the rough forest track this was impossible for us girls, we fell three times together into ferns on the side, we decided to leave the old bikes behind and walk out of the woods on our feet - not absolutely sure about how long it would take us to reach the village!
Jasmine and I were good friends - not really lesbians though - we had tried to love each other and had touched each other frequently, we liked to kiss and to be naked together whenever we had the opportunity, which wasn't very often. We were walking hand in hand at a fast pace whilst the storm clouds above us sucked the light out of the forest and it got darker and darker by the minute - and by the time the rain set in we even began to run. Soon we were slipping and sliding on the sodden path through the increasing darkness and then we must have lost our way - the road was suddenly winding up the hill and got steeper. We both weren't really afraid of the dark: we both were avid readers of teenage vampire stories and we told us our scary dreams about the possibility of falling into hands of a bloodsucker often! Jasmine had told me, that she had been bitten already, and that she soon had to make me her victim to survive, then we both had laughed at the silly joke together and then we had kissed each other like comrades in crime!
Apart of being aroused by the thought of being bitten in the neck we surely were excited about all the stories from the deep dungeon: we were wondering, what a good spanking might feel like and what terrifying tortures we would have to endure, if we ever were caught by a real vampire! We had absolutely enjoyed our childish fantasies, but when the old castle suddenly appeared from the mist in front of us we clamped our hand firmer together - we were totally soaked to the bone and we had begun to shiver in the cold wind like wet puppies. The castle of the old Count wasn't as big as we had imagined it to be, but it was looking spooky enough for us with its blind black windows and its spiky turrets, the frequent bolts of lightening were only enhancing the awkwardness of its appearance but completely failed to bring the dead structure alive! For me the experience was like waking from a scary dream - and I was sure, that Jasmine was feeling exactly like me: we both got closer to the castle with a dreadful feeling in our empty stomachs!
There was a heavy wooden gate at the front of the ancient building, decorated with a heavy brass doorknocker in the shape of the devil with horns, and just to touch it meant to be willing to enter an unknown world with unknown consequences! But none of us both wanted to be the coward right now: we both were freezing cold and dismally wet, so we used the brass knocker to get some attention, and after the third attempt the wooden gate finally swung open - an old man in a black suit stood in the doorway and he was smiling at us, as if he had expected us for dinner! He introduced himself as Bastian, the butler of the house, and he was begging us to come in: »Please do follow me, my dear ladies, I have a fire going in the chimney to dry your wet clothes!« The butler led us down a corridor into the lounge room, where indeed a happy fire was crackling in the fireplace, where the air was pleasantly smelling from the sweet scent of pine timber and was warm and cozy - he was certainly not a vampire and we felt safe with him!
Bastian was a real gentleman, and with a smile he told us, that he had to prepare the dinner in the kitchen, that he had to leave us alone to undress to dry our dresses - and we were just too happy to comply: and as we were too young and our breasts were still to firm to wear a bra we were soon heating up our soaked underpants over our clam bottoms in front of the fire. Of course Jasmine had to touch me and I had to touch her, and we both loved it: we were guests in the haunted castle, and even the old Count was smiling at our bottoms from the huge oil panting which was hanging over the mantle piece! The two dozen of flickering candles along the walls were rendering the splendid room in a romantic orange light, and they were illuminating all the portraits of the noble family: father, grandfather and grand grandfather - but certainly not their wives! And as soon the night was falling the Count in the vault would push the lid of his coffin - we were caught in our favourite fantasy and had completely forgotten to worry about reality!