The Tale Of The Sussex Vampire.
London, 1894.
Vampira had always had relationships. Friends, family, and lovers. In fact, the statuesque beauty had quite a healthy sexual appetite. For men and women alike.
The raven-haired alien female had feelings, desires, and a taste for blood. She was an inhabitant of the planet Drakulon, a world with twin suns and where the Vampiri race drank the blood that flowed in the rivers. By a quirk of nature, the water there was composed of the same elements that constitute hemoglobin thus, people who depended on blood for sustenance. When the world began to flounder due to its drying up of blood under the scorching suns she escaped to Earth in a spaceship to investigate the warm-blooded human race. Crash landing she was now marooned on Earth in the nineteenth century where she devoted herself to fighting evil of all kinds.
And getting laid as often as possible.
"Very wet there, aren't you my dear?"
"Then enter me, you devil."
Prince Arthur, son of Queen Victoria, stared down at the curvy form on her back and was filled with a strong desire to sheath his manhood deep within her sex. Her jet-black hair was spread out on the pillow and her big bosom heaved as she breathed in and out, the nipples erect and rosy against her alabaster skin. The naked lovers were in a small bedroom off of the Kings Road and the moonlight streamed in through the open window on a hot night. Vampira wrapped her arms around Arthur's neck as he stroked her hips with firm caresses.
"Delay no further."
He fell upon her as she inched her legs open and exposed her very slick cunt. The amorous black-haired enchantress lifted her hips as he shifted into position and his hard prick brushed her inner thigh, nudged her entrance, and slid in.
"Yes! Give me that cunt splitter!" she cried at the superb jolt of penetration.
Arthur gave a wiggle of his pelvis until he was adequately inside her wet tunnel and began to move in and out. His hips flexed as he drove back and forth in a slow grind that saw his weight settle on top of the voluptuous alien. They moaned in time with each other as she melted into his arms and clung on tight. Her hands moved up and down his flanks, as his muscles rippled. As his cock became coated in her love juices the Prince took her harder, a signal for her to lock her long pins around his waist.
"Oh, harder than that if you please," she told him in no uncertain terms.
Sweat prickled his brow as he doubled the rate of his thrusting and the bed creaked noisily beneath them. The mysterious woman oozed confidence and had an uninhibited sexuality that he found impossible to resist. Most women in his circle of friends usually flung themselves at him as a matter of course, he being a Prince of the Realm.
"Very well," he replied as he circled his hips and plunged deeper inside her.
He fell into a rhythm as he grew more focused and he snorted loudly with every power thrust home. His huge organ rammed inside with a welcome familiarity and her hot cunt muscles squeezed him. Her legs draped over his shoulders and he gazed down on the beautiful female with a quivering cock. He was so hard and she was so wet that he had to slow down for fear of coming too soon. He wanted more of this extraordinary creature.
"Up, pup."
Arthur pulled the panting Vampira into a sitting position and let her settle onto his lap. Face to face they looked deeply into each other's eyes as she sank onto his upright pole inch by inch. Her clear blue eyes mesmerised him as they came to within an inch of each other's face, close enough to share hot breath. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders as she began to grind her lower body in a seductive shuffle that saw his cock buried inside her up to the hilt. Her bright eyes left his as she moved to bury her face in the crook of his neck.
"Have a care, Vampira. I dare not show up at the Palace with a love bite from a vampire.
"Just a little taste, my darling."
"You are an insatiable minx, what are you?"
"Merely hungry, my Prince."
Since she had arrived on Earth she had lived on a special substitute blood serum that kept her thirst under control. Her glossy red lips brushed his flesh and he felt her fangs nibble on him as she fucked him in the intimate sitting position.
His arms cradled her sensuous body and closed his eyes in an almost hypnotic embrace as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. Her body almost burned to the touch as she pressed tiny kisses along his collarbone and he gritted his teeth. The angle of penetration made for a maddening friction that saw both revel in mutual ecstasy.
"Oh, that's it."
Arthur cupped her behind as his neck was nibbled and his hair tousled in her busy fingers. Then she surprised him by lifting off and letting his knob slip out of her gaping sex and spun around. Vampira dropped her vibrant body onto his with her back to him and he held onto her hips as his erection entered her once more. She duly rolled her hips to and fro, grinding her clitoris on the base of his stiff cock, and his heart missed a beat. She sighed as his fingers moved across her fine abdomen and met her pubes. He pulled on the neatly trimmed dark curly hair and teased her sensitive clit while exhaling on the nape of her neck.
"Ooh, yes!"
She felt him lifting into her as he slid a finger inside her anus and thrust up hard. Vampira looked over her pale shoulder and her mouth gaped. The thrilling sensation of her two holes being pleasured was sublime and she rode him with renewed vigour. Her huge breasts thrust forward as she moved and Arthur gasped when her long nails dug into his thighs.
"That will make me cum."
"Isn't that the idea?"
Not yet, damn you! I could fuck you all night he thought. Impaled on his thick rod Vampirella felt her impending climax and tossed her head back.
"Yes! I'm going to cum!"
Fucking knew it thought Arthur as he began to piston up as she ground down with faster strokes. Unable to hold out he erupted inside her and held her tits in both hands as he shuddered to a halt. His cum seeped out and ran down her crack and he inhaled deeply to catch his breath. They fell back and stayed glued together for several more minutes, wallowing in the afterglow. Arthur laid still with a self-satisfied grin and watched the smoking hot woman rise from the bed and fluff up her long mane.
"It's nearly morning. I need to rest."
She turned to the bed as the moonlight illuminated her 34C cup breasts. Pure sexuality radiated off her as her hand casually went in between her upper thighs to catch the dampness that escaped her hot snatch.
"Very well. I shall depart. Just don't leave town any time soon."
"Heaven forbid, my Prince."
As he gathered his things Vampira began to tend to her toilet when she saw the handwritten note on a table by the bedroom door.
"Come at once. I have a new lead in locating the blueprint. Meet me at the base of Big Ben. Scarlett Holmes."
"Odds bloodkins." Exclaimed the vibrant off-worlder.
x
Unaware of the presence of Scarlett as they made love, Prince Arthur and Vampira fucked their brains out in total bliss. The female private detective had stood by the slightly open bedroom door and watched through the crack as Vampira impaled herself over and over on the man's stiff cock.
"Oh."
Holmes looked on wide-eyed as the naked vixen from Drakulon tossed her black wavy hair around and rode her lover as if her life depended on it. The self-styled consulting sleuth felt her heart thump in her chest at the erotic sight and focused on Vampira's cunt that drove down on him to the hilt. His eight-inch erection looked slick and shiny when it emerged from the woman's quim and his large scrotum bounced up to meet her butt crack as he re-entered. In two minds whether to discreetly leave or witness the pair in sexual congress Scarlett was in a trance as she moved her hand to the laced-up buttons of her long dress and opened the bodice. Then she widened the waist and let the dress fall open to her navel.
"Don't stop, lover."
Don't stop, agreed Scarlett as her middle finger slid into the front of her bloomers to her hot box. Turned on by the rutting couple she parted her legs and went on tiptoe just out of sight and humped at her digit with a roll of her hips. Her muff grew wetter and wetter with each movement of her finger.
"Mmm." she moaned as she brought it to her lips and sucked on it slowly.
The taste of her juices only heightened her guilty arousal and she cupped her mound with both hands. As the lovers grew louder she pushed back at the wall and closed her eyes. The sound of groaning and squishing of body parts drove the blonde wild. With two fingers on either side of her erect clitoris, she rubbed hard with her thumb and struggled to stay mum.
"Fuck me Vampira!"
As the couple on the bed drew to their natural conclusion so Scarlett humped the fuck out of her hand. With a jealous pang, wishing it were she with either the Prince or the vampire, she brushed her cunt faster and faster until she came and warm fluids dropped out onto her palm. Silently composing herself she shook her head to clear it and scribbled the note for Vampira and left.
x
Having her tried and trusted companion, not to mention lover, Doctor Emma Watson incapacitated due to a broken foot, it had been fortuitous when Scarlett had met with the extraordinary female known as Vampira. Scarlett was not one to flinch but when her sister Mordred turned up at her rooms at 227B Baker Street accompanied by Prince Arthur and the singular and striking Vampira, her jaw dropped. Mister Hudson had announced the visitors and looked quite ashen.
"What is the matter man, you look positively ill."
"It's...it's your sister, His Royal Highness Prince Arthur and...another."
"Another?"
"It appears to be a female, ma'am. And what's more, she is quite naked!"
"Stuff and nonsense, man. Show them in."
Scarlett stood by the distinguished fire in her floor-length summer dress and put her hands together. Blessed with a remarkable brain and remarkable bosom, Holmes was known for her proficiency with observation and logical thinking when investigating intriguing cases for her paying clients. The attractive blonde had garnered quite the reputation in a relatively short period and had helped solve some of the most singular and odd cases.
"Good lord!"
Scarlet felt a frisson of a thrill as a cold rush of air filtered into the room as Hudson opened the door. Mordred entered, accompanied by the Prince, who stepped in with a decidedly unhappy visage. Behind them, a black shape seemed to apparate in a floor-length cape. As this was flung aside a slim female stood tall and straight-backed.
"Scarlett, may I introduce the Prince and Miss Vampira."
Holmes stared at the woman with the center-parted raven tresses tumbling down her back to the tailbone. The midnight black hair highlighted the perfect oval of her pale face and her dark sensual eyes. The full lips were crimson which contrasted with her high and white cheekbones.
"Charmed, I'm sure," said Scarlett after a moment of reflection.
"Likewise."
Her voice seemed to come from deep down in her throat and this gave the word a smouldering richness that bordered on the hypnotic. Scarlett considered the five-foot-eight tall woman to be a figure of perfection, revealed as it was in an exotic and very scanty red sheath of a costume that barely covered her breasts and crotch. Her body was sultry and voluptuous, long of limb and supple. Her legs, in particular, seemed to never quit and ended in a pair of black spike-heeled boots with a severe pointed toe. Miss Holmes, who chose to live life to the full, could barely hide her attraction to the unearthly female and had to fan her face to relieve her blushes.
"Please, sit."
"Thank you."
Again, Scarlett reeled as she noted the two extended incisors as her lips drew back, both ghostly white and prominently pointed.
"Seems that the Prince and his, hmm, lady acquaintance, have some grave news."
Mordred gestured for Prince Arthur to explain.
"It's like this, Holmes. A certain Professor M, someone you are undoubtedly aware is the devil incarnate, has in his sights the blueprints to create a most hideous device of death and destruction. An electrically powered airship. Vampira has come into information that a blueprint exists that contains the means to drop untold numbers of bombs onto armies and civilians alike."
Scarlett raised a curious brow and stood by the fireplace.
"An electrically powered airship? Is some such thing even possible?"
"It is certainly feasible. If unleashed upon an unsuspecting world it would result in a catastrophic number of casualties." Mordred's face looked grave as she continued. "We believe that the fiendish professor means to sell the blueprint to the highest bidder. Germany or Russia come to mind straight off the bat."
"And how was this information discovered," wondered Scarlett, whose gaze was rivetted to Vampira's ample and bared cleavage."
"I have ways and means," answered Vampira with curled lips.
I bet, thought Holmes who felt a distinct moistness in her loins.
"The Professor has gained possession of half of the blueprint and gainfully seeks the other. We need a sharp brain to aid us, Scarlett."
Along with the sharp teeth no doubt, thought Scarlett as she contemplated the off-worlder.
"Of course, I'm your girl. The hideous fiend must be brought to justice."
"Capital! We shall keep you informed."
x
One of London's newest features was the already iconic Westminster clock tower known as Big Ben, built twenty-two years before in 1859. At eleven floors high the Elizabeth Tower housed several bells, the largest of which at fifteen tons was naturally Big Ben. A little-known fact about the tower was that a third of the way up is a prison room, where members of the House of Commons in breach of codes of conduct were imprisoned. Scarlett Holmes had acted quickly once she had received an anonymous tip that the blueprint needed to create the airship was hidden under Big Ben.
'Go to Big Ben. Once there find the seller in the cellar. Then vault the vault and creep into the crypt. When you have done these to find the sought-after document stare at the stairs.'
The message was signed 'an old acquaintance.'
"How odd," thought Holmes, naturally curious, if a little suspicious.
She hurried to Westminster as dawn broke and found a hunched figure clutching a basket of flowers by Big Ben.
"Morning dear. Primroses? Two bundles for a penny. Or maybe violets. Penny a bunch."
Scarlett could not make out any features of the female flower seller as she stood over her in her long coat.
"Actually what I need are directions. How do I gain access to the vault of Big Ben?"
"Creep under the lobby and you shall find where you seek."
Scarlett nodded and found not only one but three exits to the Central Lobby of the House of Commons. She walked briskly to an intricately tiled floor until she came to the great vaulted Royal entrance at the foot of Big Ben. Opening the door under the buttressed porch the female detective discovered a winding staircase that led to a mosaic-covered vault.
"Stare at the stairs."
It was at the moment when she was rudely grabbed from behind and her arms were forced to meet across her lower back. Cuffs were swiftly clicked into place about her wrists and a blindfold covered her eyes. Everything happened so quickly that only moments later she found herself stripped of all her clothing and backed up to the stone wall of the tower prison.