Morocco<\/em>, offset by sheer black stilettos.<\/p>\n\u201cYes it is,\u201d Mircalla agreed. \u201cYour costume is splendid!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said. Gesturing to the circling naked men, she continued, \u201cBut I feel a bit overdressed next to these other guests.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mircalla laughed. \u201cThose things are not guests. They belong to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is he wearing a costume, then?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked, pointing to the lumbering giant that had greeted her at the portico.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is just Gregor,\u201d Mircalla answered. \u201cI slapped him together in my dungeon laboratory. He is useful for heavy lifting.\u201d Addressing herself to the giant, Mircalla barked, \u201cHeel, Gregor!\u201d<\/p>\n
The creature moaned compliantly and shuffled off to the far side of the ballroom, where he stood motionless by one of the curtain-shrouded windows.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, I see,\u201d the Goddess noted, stepping onto the platform where Mircalla stood. As she did, Mircalla lay back down among the silken pillows where she had originally reclined, and gestured toward a nearby group of pillows where the Goddess could join her. As the Goddess did so, a group of three naked men scurried forward to ease her to the floor and fuss over her comfort. Before she could even ask, she had been furnished with a glass of wine and a small plate of fresh fruit.<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy Halloween!\u201d the Goddess said, raising her glass to her host.<\/p>\n
\u201cA good Dziady,\u201d Mircalla reciprocated with a nod of her head, though she had no glass and made no move to request one.<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa sipped her wine and set down her glass. \u201cSo tell me, Countess,\u201d she began, fixing her hostess with a hard stare, \u201cwhat is on tonight\u2019s menu? Or should I say whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mircalla laughed. \u201cYou do not disappoint me, Marquesa,\u201d she replied. \u201cI knew, from observing you in the neighborhood and researching you on the internet these past weeks, that you would recognize my trap immediately. Perhaps you even sensed it when you first received my invitation? But you could not resist the excitement. The danger. Your absurd self-confidence is one of the things that makes you so especially alluring among your fellow puny mortals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd aren\u2019t you overconfident?\u201d the Goddess asked. \u201cSetting a trap for me in front of so many witnesses seems rather rash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWitnesses!\u201d Mircalla jeered. \u201cThese things aren\u2019t witnesses.\u201d Pointing to one of the standing men, she barked, \u201cYou, come over here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man walked briskly over to Mircalla and stood in front of her at attention. \u201cWhat are you, maggot?\u201d Mircalla asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am food for Countess Mircalla,\u201d the man answered in a monotone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou see,\u201d Mircalla explained, addressing the Goddess, \u201cmodern society has made it impossible for me to hunt freely as my kind once did. So I have used my seductive beauty and powers of mesmerism to work around the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
As she spoke Mircalla reached up with one slender hand and gently cradled the man\u2019s cock, stroking it lightly with agile fingers. It stiffened immediately, and the man began to tremble with pleasure, though he remained frozen in place. When it appeared as if he might orgasm, Mircalla opened her shapely mouth to reveal a pair of razor-sharp fangs. With serpent-like speed she sank her teeth into the engorged cock of her slave. He spasmed in agony but did not cry out or resist in any way as she sucked, allowing a few drops of blood to fall on the ornate rug.<\/p>\n
After a few deep sucks Mircalla withdrew. The man fell to his hands and knees and knocked his forehead to the floor repeatedly, gasping, \u201cThank you, Countess. Thank you for feeding on me. Thank you for allowing me to nurture you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, yes maggot,\u201d Mircalla grunted, wiping a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth with her index finger, \u201cshut up and go away.\u201d The slave stood and withdrew again into silence. As he did Goddess Marquesa noticed dried puncture wounds to match the fresh ones on his cock at several points near major blood vessels on his body. Looking at the men nearest her she could see similar marks on them.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou see,\u201d Mircalla explained, addressing herself to the Goddess once again, \u201cthese creatures all worship and adore me. I have made them my loves-slaves so that I may have food close at hand whenever I crave it. And pleasure too, of course. I make them stay fit so that I can use their bodies for my carnal amusement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood for you,\u201d the Goddess quipped drily. \u201cBut what is my part in this little game?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mircalla sneered and laughed. \u201cI should have thought that was obvious. Though it is not safe to murder mortals whenever I need sustenance, I do miss the satisfying feeling of taking a human life. I allow myself a treat once a year, a piece of \u2018Halloween candy,\u2019 if you will. This year I have chosen you to be my candy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m flattered,\u201d the Goddess said, raising her wine glass again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should be,\u201d Mircalla replied. \u201cI don\u2019t choose any ordinary human. I tire of the taste of these weaklings I possess. I crave the blood of a person of real power.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut how can you be sure I will satisfy you?\u201d the Goddess asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI might be just as easy to seduce as your other playthings,\u201d Goddess Marquesa explained. \u201cHow can you know unless you try?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you challenging me?\u201d Mircalla asked, incredulous.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not? What have I got to lose? And you as well. Wouldn\u2019t you like to taste your candy before you consume it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery well,\u201d Mircalla announced with a smile, rising to her feet. \u201cLet us see which of us can seduce the other.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Goddess stood to face her deadly hostess. Both women, living and undead, held out their arms wordlessly, locking eyes with one-another as male slaves scuttled forward to undress them. When both were naked, Mircalla spoke first.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are quite beautiful,\u201d she said, \u201cbut your mortal body shows the marks of time. Though I am over four hundred years old, my body is as taut and supple as it was on my twentieth birthday, when I was first transformed. Even if I did not have the iron will and magical powers of an immortal, this would not be a contest.\u201d<\/p>\n
So saying, Mircalla stepped forward, holding the Goddess\u2019s green eyes in her inky-black gaze, and placed a cold hand gently on the Goddess\u2019s shoulder. The Goddess yielded to this touch, sinking to the floor cushions and allowing Mircalla to cover her with her ivory body. Goddess Marquesa shuddered and gasped with pleasure as Mircalla\u2019s mouth descended upon the human woman\u2019s left nipple.<\/p>\n
The surrounding men shuffled in agitation, their cocks stiffening in unison, as the two gorgeous females coupled. Goddess Marquesa moaned long and loud as Mircalla\u2019s nimble fingers, lips, and tongue danced across her sensitive flesh. After fifteen minutes the Goddess\u2019s moans became a keening scream of ecstasy as she came, trembling in Mircalla\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was quite easy,\u201d Mircalla jeered. \u201cCome, Marquesa. Tell me how much you adore me. Beg me to drink your life away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa made no answer, but simply bent her head and pressed her own mouth over Mircalla\u2019s breast. As the swirling and sucking of the Goddess\u2019s tongue sent waves of delight through Mircalla\u2019s sensitive nipple, the Goddess\u2019s slender fingers slipped down the undead woman\u2019s torso and into her slick pussy, vibrating teasingly. Mircalla sighed and allowed herself to be turned onto her back, where she surrendered to the allure of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s touch. In a few minutes she had begun moaning violently, and a few minutes after that she screamed in cathartic release.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, that was delicious,\u201d Mircalla gasped, \u201cbut now I will show you what real pleasure is.\u201d<\/p>\n
The lovemaking went on, each woman taking turns bringing the other to climax, pausing only long enough for Mircalla to suck some refreshment from a slave\u2019s veins or for the Goddess to sip a glass of water. The two explored every inch of one-another\u2019s bodies, licking, kissing and stroking every erogenous spot that anatomy affords. Mircalla enlisted the bodies of her slaves, using them as human dildos, suction machines, and rubbing posts. At times the pulsating tangle of bodies at the center of the platform became five or six deep, at others the Goddess and Mircalla were alone, locked so tightly that they seemed like one body, silent and quivering, as the surrounding men stared, transfixed.<\/p>\n
Finally the Goddess screamed so shrilly that a window pane rattled on one side of the immense ballroom. She collapsed back into a pile of cushions, sweat pouring from her gorgeous breasts, her lungs heaving for air. Mircalla smiled triumphantly. After bending down to place a wet kiss on the Goddess\u2019s open mouth, the undead woman rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the moment your will broke,\u201d Mircalla declared. \u201cYour moans give you away. Come. Let me hear you beg for me to feast.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rising to a sitting position as she caught her breath, Goddess Marquesa looked at her captor. \u201cI have only one wish,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d asked Mircalla expectantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeize her!\u201d the Goddess shouted, with a gesture of command to the surrounding men.<\/p>\n
Eight of the nearest slaves leapt toward Mircalla and grabbed her limbs and torso. Though she was incredibly strong, the scrum of men was able to wrestle her to her knees and hold her down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?!\u201d Mircalla screamed. \u201cHow dare you, maggots! I am your owner! The one you love!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot anymore,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, standing so that she looked down on Mircalla.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow? You could not have hypnotized them! I would have seen!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was no need to hypnotize them,\u201d the Goddess explained. \u201cMost men can\u2019t resist falling hopelessly in love with Me after a few minutes in My company. You let Me trick you into forcing them to watch Me fuck wildly for eight hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImpossible! Lies! A puny mortal like you could never seduce men away from Mircalla!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, please,\u201d jeered the Goddess, rolling her eyes. \u201cYou are cute, Vampira, but there is only one Goddess Marquesa.\u201d<\/p>\n
This enraged the vampire again, and she struggled to throw off the men restraining her. As more slaves stepped forward to hold her down, she desisted, and looked up once again at Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have been very clever,\u201d Mircalla hissed, \u201cbut you have forgotten one thing. Gregor!\u201d she shouted, directing her gaze at the giant on the other side of the ballroom, \u201cKill them all!\u201d<\/p>\n
A silent pause ensued. The giant remained stock still, as if he were carved from granite.<\/p>\n
\u201cGregor!\u201d Mircalla shrieked. \u201cAs your Creator I command you! Kill them all!\u201d<\/p>\n
More silence, broken only by the sound of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s foot tapping against the rug.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is the one person I hypnotized,\u201d the Goddess explained in a didactic tone. \u201cAll of the moaning I did was pitched to rewire his cerebral cortex. He belongs to me now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImpossible!\u201d Mircalla screamed. \u201cLiar! Bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa looked down at the seething immortal with a taunting smile. \u201cSuit yourself,\u201d the Goddess teased. \u201cThanks anyway, you know\u2026for the harem.\u201d<\/p>\n
This said, Goddess Marquesa nodded at Gregor. With a low growl the hulking creature turned and pulled back the curtain covering the large window before which he stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNOOO!!!\u201d Mircalla screamed, just before the morning sunlight made her explode into a cloud of ash.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow. That was one crazy night,\u201d Goddess Marquesa sighed, waving floating debris away from Her face as Mircalla\u2019s dust settled. Looking around Her at the throng of naked men, all turned to Her expectantly, She announced, \u201cAll right, pets. New plan. You boys would look better with some hair.\u201d<\/p>\n
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The End<\/p>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa glanced down at the invitation once again. Yes, this was the right address. The grim Gothic mansion looked quite out of place among the pastel-hued condominiums of her West Florida beach neighborhood. She pressed the button next to the door. As an echoing metallic bell sounded from deep within the mansion, the Goddess thought she saw a bat circle quickly around the mansard roofed tower looming over the shallow portico. This place has just the right ambience for Halloween, she thought to herself.<\/p>\n