Page 22 of Little Doll

Some people ate, some drank, recklessly swilling small glasses of absinthe. Nasty stuff, I recalled. It got me fucked and turned into a vampire, the one and only time I tried it. Never again for this girl.

On stage, a boisterous skit was going on, the plot of which I had missed. It involved a small chorus of loud and lively singers dancing a jig, while a man and woman in garish makeup and nothing but shoes fucked vigorously under thecenter stage lights. She straddled his lap and leaned so far back as she rode him that her upside down face was visible to the audience. She made silly mugs and sang along with the chorus as the man gave her fast and bawdy pokes. As the song made its last loud refrain, the woman’s voice went sharp and shrill as she made an interesting scene of coming with her costar. And then he collapsed his face into her huge sweaty bosoms.

The crowd laughed and clapped, those of whom weren’t otherwise occupied in their own fucking adventures or serving themselves lewd personal pleasure.

The interesting thing I noticed, however, were the others.

There weren’t many of them. But there were a few. Dark-eyed people. More beautiful people. Fully clothed, calm, quiet. These people weren’t watching the show. They were watching the audience. They observed the most drunk, the most stoned of the human lot, the most distracted with saliva and cum and cries of ecstasy.

These people made my skin tingle with static electricity. As though a lightning storm was building in the atmosphere.

I stood on my toes and leaned my lips to Carmilla’s ears. “Are there… Other vampires here?” I asked her.

She smiled down at me and gave me a wink. “Yes, this is a perfect place for us. Let me show you, Little Doll.”

The act of the lascivious production on stage ended, and the curtains swished closed. A small string ensemble queued up, and those who were able leaped into the aisleways between the tables to dance. One man swept a waitress into his arms and spun her around. She squealed and laughed, and the man laughed too just before he reached between her legs and slipped his fingers inside her. She gasped and trembled a little but shooed him away from her as though he were merely a pesky gnat.

Another man roared out an orgasm, pulling his cock from the mouth of his partner, another equally boisterous man. The first sent ribbons of cum across the second’s outstretched tongue and then they were up and dancing as well.

On yet another table, a woman was laid on her back with one man thrusting brutally between her legs while she screamed around the cock of a second man, who was thrusting down her throat. They joined in the fun of the jovial little tune by fixing their motion to the time of the music.

Carmilla slunk into the crowd. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned me with a short little wiggle of her long index finger. Among the loud ridiculous music and the obscene cries of passion and drunkenness, my head spun, and thefamiliar heat smoldered between my legs. I was still feeling tiny spasms in my pussy from the orgasm I’d been gifted right before arriving at this devilish place.

And now I was ready for more.

Before my eyes, Carmilla seemed to turn into black smoke, for the briefest of instances. First, she was in front of me, and then she was smoke. And then she was across the room, standing directly behind a petite woman who was swaying slightly as a man bobbed rhythmically underneath her skirt. In an instant Carmilla re-materialized without a hint of smoke left behind. She peeked back at me, standing a hair’s width from the woman’s back. She bent her face to the woman’s neck. Though the woman must surely have felt Carmilla’s breath on her neck, she made no indication that she did. In fact, she was so out of it; she didn’t even seem to be aware of her pussy being eaten by the man whose shoes were sticking out from beneath the hem of her skirts.

Carmilla looked at me once again and gave me a salacious grin and I saw her teeth lengthen, glinting in the low and dirty light. She glitched into her strange smokey form again, and in less than an instant, she dipped her sharp tips into the woman’s already bent neck. It was so fast that I questioned if I even saw what I saw.

The music kicked up into a more feverish pitch. Carmilla danced around the floor, in andout of the crowd. Among the other dancers, and among the indecent lovers. And where she saw fit, she took little, tiny nips, too quick to even leave a mark, surely. With her victims drunk on absinthe, opium and sex, none the wiser. The others like us, the vampires, remained in their seats watching Carmilla with lazy interest.

She paused in her trip around the playground and a line of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. I saw her hiccup and dab it away with a fingertip, which she placed into her mouth and sucked clean. She laughed and motioned for me to join her. Feeling hot and unsteady, my body swaying to the hectic music, I worked my way to Carmilla. She leaned her lips to my ear again, sending the chill through me first cold, but then spreading into splashes of liquid heat.

“You try, Little Doll. Make yourself full.”

I did not know how Carmilla made herself into smoke. Maybe that was her special talent. But I found with great delight I could move in the fast, practically invisible movements she had used to flit from victim to victim. I began piercing flesh with my two little sharp fangs, so quick that it was more like the delicate prick of a sewing needle than the bite of a deadly monster. I laughed and spun between nips, delighted because I could do this, in plain sight while somehow remaining undetected. I was too fast for the human eyes to see.

Carmilla resumed her dance amongst the merry makers and when our paths crossed, she whispered to me again. “If you do it this way, you won’t turn them, you won’t hurt them, and you won’t kill them,” she explained before dancing off into the crowd again.

I got imaginative and bolder with my tiny bites, trying other spots on their bodies when finding them exposed and attainable. I found a woman with her breasts out as a man slammed her onto her stomach over the back of a chair and fucked her from behind. She thrust forward and her ample breasts swished back and forth like the tide of the ocean. I bent to nip her beaded nipple. Although she wasn’t consciously aware that a vampire was sucking her breast, her orgasm was triggered, nonetheless. My eyes popped open wide as her blood flowed into my mouth and her spilling pleasure crashed into my veins. I sucked her longer than I should, connected by the vibrating, jolting orgasm I was sharing with her at that moment. When I was able to let her go, I reeled backwards, and she slumped when her man pulled out of her pussy. She crumpled backwards, and he caught her.

I giggled, hoping I hadn’t killed her. But if I did, I could rest assured that she died very happy.

Carmilla danced by me once again. “Careful, Little Doll,” she warned with a mischievous giggle.

I saw a man seated alone at a table; his chin dropped to his chest as he soundly slept. His cock was sloppily out of his trousers, accidentally forgotten when he passed out no doubt during some sort of pornographic act. His cock was flaccid but still impressive, even in its soft state. I darted to him and fluttered down between his thighs, repositioning his knees to under the veil of the tablecloth where I could be alone with him unseen, and give him a little more special attention.

I touched his cock delicately, lifting it slightly. It jolted in my hand. Heat jolted in my cunt. I adjusted the tablecloth back so I could look up at the man, still sound asleep.

I slipped my little razors into his cock.

His dead eyes popped open wide. He looked down at his cock as it grew rock hard. I saw his eyes dart around frightened, and I laughed even as I sucked his blood straight from his cock. He couldn’t see me! But he felt the vibration of my laugh on his delicate skin. He felt my teeth in his pulsating vein. I wondered what it felt like to him. It had awoken him from a stupor and now his head hung back. He released a wanton moan, even though he had no idea what the fuck was happening to him.

The man came fast and ruthless. With my pussy still twitching on the heels of an orgasm only seconds before, another ripped through meeven as he threw his head back and screamed. My teeth and lips vibrated on his burning, throbbing flesh as his cum splashed down the high neck of my silk gown. My cunt rolled on the tickling, hot, uncontrollable waves of ecstasy. Weak and spent, I released his cock and fell backwards. I watched his boots as he slid back from the table and ran away.

I don’t know how long I lay beneath the table on the filth floor of Salon Nocturne, but eventually my cousin Carmilla lifted the tablecloth and laughed. “Come on, Little Doll, we should head back to your home,” she said. She reached down a hand, and I let her hoist me up and out of the grime.

I stumbled dizzily and wearily, barely able to walk on my trembling and weak legs as Carmilla led me out of the seedy opium den and back into the night. There were no hints of daylight anywhere, but there was just thefeelingthat the morning was coming soon.

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