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.
Butterflies in her stomach,
tingling in her nipples, goose-pimples on her flesh, she was staining her
nightdress. Lara shivered with anticipation as she sat brushing her long hair,
slowly, counting the brush strokes like when she was little. She was wearing a
long flowing white night-dress with nothing beneath, sitting alone in her
bed-room before her dressing mirror. A light wind stirred the drapes around her
open window and caressed her beautiful tanned face.
Chnk. Metal against stone, Lara caught the faint sound
outside as her heartbeat picked up. She laid her brush on her dressing table
and turned. Rayne was rising from a crouched position, allowing Lara the
briefest glimpse of her pert nipples on pale skin as she stood.
Neither woman spoke. Fresh
in the minds of each was their encounter on a hot Californian night as each
sought the Glove of Myhnegon for their own reasons. They had both felt
the passion and lust then, but it was neither the time, nor as ever, the place;
Rayne had promised Lara she would come to her in England, on that night, and in
a whirlwind of new feeling and emotion the erstwhile Tomb Raider had spent
every night at her ancestral home awaiting the Dhampir. For Rayne, it had more
than half a century since she’d met anyone who made her feel like Lara did, who
made her glad to exist, to keep on going for more than ‘doing what’s right’ and
‘fighting for good.’
The English woman made her
feel warm.
Lara stood by the bed and
smiled, shyly. Rayne slid the arm blades, the leather gloves she always wore,
from her arms and rubbed the flesh gently. She dropped them to the floor, and
pulled Lara towards her. Lara almost collapsed into Rayne’s strong lithe arms
as Rayne explored her mouth with her tongue, tasting her and dominating her
tongue. Lara’s nipples showed visibly through her nightdress, rubbing gently
against Rayne’s corset as her breasts were pulled in against the smaller
woman’s chest. Lara moaned into Rayne’s mouth as the hungry vampire dropped her
now bear arms down her back and began scooping up her nightdress, dropping it
forgotten to the floor.
Lara didn’t want to break
the kiss as Rayne pushed the dress up over her head, and tangled her fingers in
the short red hair of her lover. Rayne caught the scent of blood in the air,
rising up. It was Lara’s time. Rayne suckled on Lara’s nipple as she gently
moved the tomb raider back until her knees hit her waiting bed, and she sank
down upon it; The dhampir followed her down and continued to play with Lara’s
breasts, licking, sucking, caressing, gently biting. Lara sat with her head
back and back arched towards Rayne, her eyes closed. Soft moans escaped her
mouth with sharp gasps of pure pleasure. She thought she would climax just from
the dhampir’s skilful touch on her bosom.
Rayne luxuriated in the firm
feeling of Lara’s large breasts, the taste and smell of her skin, the quick
shudders she was starting to feel and as she ran her tongue again around one of
the tomb raider’s hard nipples, a heart-felt pre-orgasmic groan that made the
dhampir weak at the knees. Rayne dropped to her knees, pulling her head from
Lara’s saliva-shiny tanned breasts and kissing her way down her flat muscular
stomach. Denied her breast induced climax Lara gently took Rayne’s head and
looked her in the eyes. Rayne immediately saw the need, the raw and naked
emotional lust that was coursing through every part of the Tomb Raider. Keeping
Lara’s gaze the Dampir pushed her left hand down the waist band of her costume
and gently pumped her own slick sex with two fingers. Lara opened her mouth and
sucked on the sopping sticky digits as Rayne held them up for her, both moaning
together.
The dhampir pulled her
fingers from Lara’s mouth and took ahold of her tight buttocks with both hands.
Lara felt herself being pulled closer to the edge of the as Rayne returned to
kissing her way down her lover’s stomach. She breathed deeply as if she could
drink the scent of Lara’s hot sweat, sex and menses and live from it. Lara
lifted her long legs gently sat them over Rayne’s shoulders, surrounding the
Dhampir in the muscular warmth of her flesh, loving the contrast of her darkly
tanned skin against the dhampir’s paleness. Rayne blew gently on Lara’s shaven
sex, causing Lara to squeal aloud as she untangled her hands from the red hair,
clawed at he bed-sheets, trying to hump her crotch forward.
Rayne gently licked her
agile tongue the length of Lara’s wet vaginal lips, tasting her
lubricating-juice and menses mixture, flicking it back into her mouth and
swallowing. Lara was shaking on the bed as Rayne paused again to savour the
flavour of Lara’s blood and honey. It was too much for the Tomb Raider, who
groaned throatily as she pulled Rayne’s face into her crotch with lust-fuelled
strength. Rayne needed no further cue and thrust her long tongue inside Lara’s
slickly wet hole as she lubed her cold thumb from the now freely dripping
juices and began gently rubbing around Lara’s swollen clitoris.
Lara’s thighs squeezed
tighter about Rayne’s head as she wordlessly mewled her pleasure, holding
herself tight onto the Dhampir’s face. Rayne dropped her spare hand back down
to her own crotch, slipping it into her black panties easily and her fingers
into her sopping pussy even easier. She finger-fucked herself with furious
intensity, the soft liquid noises of her masturbation growing with Lara’s
moaning as Rayne pulled the both of them up to their first climax.
Lara locked her ankles
together as her whole body stiffened and her brown eyes rolled back in her
head. She screamed a birth-scream of release as she came, gushing like a hose
over Rayne’s face as the Dhampir screamed into her own simultaneous orgasm,
blood and juice and lust and love searing her mind as the tsunami washed over
and through her.
The lovers lay limply as
the cool breeze kissed them through the curtains, the whole night ahead of
them.