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.
Rain was pounding the streets
of Liberty City as he pulled the stolen yellow cab in next to the park on
Staunton Island. The area seemed crowded for midnight until he remembered the
rumours of an illegal fight being organised as part of some tournament. The
middle-aged fare that’d hailed him was suddenly shoved aside and sent sprawling
into the gutter. Wary of a carjacking he started to pull away from the curb,
but not fast enough as the rear door was yanked open and an attractive Chinese
woman dropped into the back seat.
Chun-Li’s
fantastic physical condition usually meant her heart rate was hardly even
raised above normal following a street fight. This time was different; her
noble heart was pounding obscenely fast as she dropped her sexy sweaty body
into the back of the taxi. The New World Warrior, known as Serveren, had come
close to putting her down like a dog. She’d barely survived and then only by
finding new reserves of energy, agility and speed. Severen had been out to
kill, not win.
The
sexy Interpol officer caught the reflection of herself in the mirror; her body
was visibly soaked with sweat and her neck wound was seeping blood into the wad
of tissues held tightly against her neck. She wore her traditional blue Chinese
costume, ripped, spattered with blood and damp with sweat and the night’s rain.
The sexy garment covered her athletic body, save for her toned arms and the
muscular long legs that ended in her ankle-length white boots.
“Hospital”
she gasped the destination to the driver in her near-perfect English, before
realising her neck was no longer bleeding anywhere near as heavily. ‘How
strange,’ “No… airport.” The thuggish male eyed her body as best he could
in his rear view mirror before accelerating away down the street. He hoped she
wasn’t triad; they hated him more than ever since Maria got him to work for
Asuka of the Yakuza.
Heat
was spreading through her body from the neck wound so that first her nipples
began to tingle pleasurably, hardening under the ripped top. A sexy moan put
the drivers eyes on her in time to see Chun Li work her hand inside the tunic
and grab her right breast. The pleasure began to grow so that her dark furred
snatch was wet with arousal and her clit was already swollen and tingling.
Begging to be stroked.
The
cab knocked a speeding Banshee sideways and the impact forced the driver’s eyes
away and back on the road. He missed the incredibly aroused Chun-Li pulling the
crotch of her costume aside, and rubbing her swollen nub. She twisted sweaty
fingers around the pea-sized core of her pleasure, arching her butt off the
back seat of the cab and moaning throatily. She was changing, desperate,
hungry. She needed to cum but couldn’t get herself off.
“Ohhhh….
I need to cum! I need sex!”
He
was no stranger to fucking whores in the back alleys, paying for the privilege
of spraying a condom-caught load into a bored streetwalker. This was different;
the Chinese woman was wild in the back seat, and she was definitely no whore.
He couldn’t believe his luck. With a handbrake turn that would make a
pro-driver proud he twisted the cab into a dark ally, and broke hard just
before the wall at the far end.
Chun-Li
felt the cab halt and saw him climbing out the driver’s side. Immediately
recognising his intention she regretfully let her breast and pussy free to
twist around in the seat and put her strongly muscled legs against the door. As
he pulled it open from the outside, she yanked the soaking crotch of the
costume aside again and bucked her hips. He dropped his pants and underwear
onto the rain wet ally floor and crawled onto the back seat.
“Now!
Fuck me! FUCK ME!”
Hard
thighs wrapped around his ass he pushed straight into her. She was so wet with
arousal he sent seven thick inches into her straight away, filling her with hot
meat. The Chinese woman was writhing ecstatically beneath him as he began
fucking her, stroking his circumcised cock in and out to the fast rhythm set by
Chun-Li’s grasping legs.
She
had one hand back on her breast, pressed in the tight space between their
bodies; the other was rubbing her clit again. The cab stank of sweat and
arousal and raindrops spang’d off the roof like bullets
“Faster!
Harder! Make me cum!”
He
complied, enjoying the wildest casual sex of his entire life. Even his stints
in prison couldn’t match this. His balls were slamming against her tightly
muscled ass almost painfully as he realised he wasn’t going to last long before
coming. The heat in Chun-Li’s body was intense but she felt the frustration as
she couldn’t make it peak. She needed more! She needed….
He
grabbed her tightly and stiffened, body shaking as the first blast of cum
painted her cervix. Chun-Li’s eyes flew open, glowing with a hateful red light,
new grown fangs ready. He didn’t even have time to cry out as she locked her arms
and legs about his climaxing body and bit deeply into his jugular. The first
taste of blood sent her over the edge. Chun-Li’s cunt squeezed hard, milking
the jerking cock within, as streaming girlcum splashed his tight balls. Still
she fed, taking her fill of the witless meat, becoming a creature of darkness
as a huge continuous orgasm tsunami’d through her entire being.
“Ooohhhh….”
She moaned quietly as she came down from the orgasmic high, with her body
shaking gently. The light dimmed in her eyes as she rested the dead man’s head
on her breasts. Running fingers through his hair, she licked her lips and
thought about the future. It seemed bright with the possibility that Bison
would fall to her… then Shadaloo… then The World.