Title: Knorg’s Vampire Tarot

Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name: Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: These card stories use a variety of well-known and popular as well as more obscure characters, from Marge Simpson to Elvis, from Bloodrayne to Jon Arbuckle, as well as my own characters. Each story is around 1000 words.

Stories: Death/Rebirth by Vampire, catfight, sex, girl-on-girl, and similar.

Song lyrics used without permission.

Characters/places/trademarks that aren’t mine are used for this parody without permission.

This story concept is a parody of Fifteen Painted Cards from a Vampire Tarot by Neil Gaiman.

XI. Justice

Willow Rosenberg lifted a picture of Tara from the frame of the bedroom mirror. She plucked the image from its place of pride and held it up.

“Oh Tara… what… what do you think of me? I’m a killer. Could you have loved a killer?” Sadness welled up inside Willow as a tear dropped from her left eye. Willow forced herself to look into her own, mirrored, eyes. She saw her face twisted in misery and sorrow she saw her weakness and fear etched into her face. “I… can’t make amends for Warren…” nor, she realised, did she truely want to, “but I can’t go on like this.” Dwelling on her crime when Buffy needed her strong in the war with The First was a mistake.

“Oh…ohh… Tara” she started to cry, properly “I can’t even grieve for you without feeling guilt for killing Him? Why can’t I lose the guilt? Why can’t the killer part of myself feel it and leave me?”

The witch crossed the carpet to her bed and collapsed upon it. Tears fell upon the still clutched picture.

“You’re really suffering aren’t you? That’s such a turn on.”

Willow twisted around and sat up. There, in front of the mirror, stood Willow. The vampire looked just as she had when Anya’s spell pulled her into the world. The vampire didn’t stand still for long, slinking towards the shocked witch. Willow slowly realised that she’d worked magic and cast an unintended spell. The vampire had her arms on Willow’s shoulders before the witch reacted.

“Back!” she uttered magic words that should have knocked the vampire across the room. They did nothing.

The leather-clad vampire pouted, “Don’t you want to play with me?”

“What… what what…”

“I’m your darkness kitten. I’m your killer within. You called me. You can’t push me away so easily”

“Get away from me!” the witch quickly realised that the vampire was a product of her own mind, made flesh; the personification of her dark side. Armed with the realisation she started to try a different spell, “Vas!..”

“Bored now…” Foreheads met in a flurry of red hair as the vampire viciously butted her. The vampire willow leaned over the now prone body of the witch and stroked the hair back from her face with a look of distaste; she didn’t care for the style.

“Let’s see what’s in the toybox…” the vampire sighed.

Willow awoke, stripped naked. Her head throbbed along with her arms. The witch’s arms were bound uncomfortably to the headboard of the bed. She flexed her fingers and prepared to scream, until Kennedy’s face filled her vision. The naked Potential was moaning with pleasure despite blood trails leaking from a neck wound. Willow drew a deep breath to call for help just as the Potential was pushed awkwardly forward. A pale hand tangled in the girls hair and twisted her so her face was upside down between Willow’s thighs.

Willow’s head slammed back as Kennedy’s hungry tongue went to work on her snatch, while the vampire leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“She thinks this is your sex magic. Call for help, goody-goody, and whatever else happens… she dies.”

Willow watched despairingly as the vampire toyed with Kennedy’s nipples. Her heart sank as she realised the vampire was screwing the girl with Tara’s strap-on dildo. She enthusiastic slapping of female flesh against female flesh was getting to her, but not nearly as much as the Potential’s tongue. Willow was getting very wet, though she tried to ignore it. The scent of her arousal reached the vampire’s sensitive nose, and she grinned, biting freshly into Kennedy’s neck while the Potential groaned and humped back on the dildo.

“I like playing with her… let’s keep her…” the vampire smiled as she vamp-handled Kennedy around and manoeuvred her up over Willow’s naked form. Willow shrank back as Kennedy’s face approached hers, “Never… knew you were so kinky…she beats…. Jilling off, right? Arrrhhhh!”

Kennedy grabbed the witch’s head and kissed her protesting mouth, while the vampire slammed her from behind on the bed.

The witch’s pussy was dripping juice as Kennedy’s warm sweaty body rubbed over hers and she wrestled tongues with the suddenly climaxing Potential. Kennedy clutched Willow to her as she jerked and shook and came.

Willow groaned with disappointment as Kennedy was dragged from her arms, but only until the vampire positioned herself between her sweaty supple legs. The dildo hung from the vampire’s hips, wet with Kennedy’s juices. The vampire lifted Willow’s legs over her shoulders, angling herself for deeper penetration. The witch yearned for the dildo, for her first sex since Tara died.

The vampire kissed Willow on the lips and then, whispered in her ear “Now it’s our turn.” Willow felt her neck pierced and arched her back against the pale mirror of her own breasts. Simultaneously the vampire penetrated her. She moaned, kicking her legs against the vampire’s cool back.

Willow Rosenberg’s red furred pussy lips were splayed wide as the huge slickly lubed strap-on dildo filled her utterly. She opened her eyes to look up into her own features, pale, twisted and vampiric. Blood dribbled from two fresh puncture wounds in her neck. Sweat sheen soaked her body and the bed sheets as the vampire leaned down and licked from her chin to her hairline. Willow gasped as the vampire kissed down her neck; she sucked and licked, tasting not draining.

Dark leather straps bit into the pale flesh of the vampire’s rump as she humped between Willow’s legs. Kennedy was horny as hell, impressed with Willow’s ‘fuck magic’. The Potential worked her tongue into the vampire’s tight ass as best she could, rimming the vampire for all she was worth, while finger fucking her own pussy. The dildo had been specially designed for Willow; it probed, rubbed and thrust in all the right spots and she groaned and shook as the vampire fucked her like a wild beast. The powerful witch moaned with excited enthusiasm as the vampire increased the tempo of her hip-thrusts, expertly driving Willow towards an explosive orgasm. The sturdy bed was hammering the wall as Willow screamed her release, sweet juice gushing out around the plastic tool buried to the hilt in her sex. The witch’s dark eyes rolled back towards her sweat-soaked hair as the near-doppelganger refused to let up, slamming her pussy passionately hard, pain and pleasure blurring into continuous orgasm.