Gallery of Lust

The Gears Set In Motion


Dracula's clock tower loomed before Jonathan and Charlotte.

Jonathan whistled between his teeth. "Looks like quite the climb."

"I'm not sure we'll even find the next portrait up there," Charlotte said, looking up.

"True, but it is pretty inaccessible. It'd be a good place to hide something."

"You're right," said Charlotte. "Well, are you ready to--"

Jonathan turned around to see Charlotte staring intently around her.

"Charlotte?"

"What?" said Charlotte, shaking out of whatever reverie she was in.

"You OK?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah," said Charlotte. "But... tell me, how did we miss that door over there?"

Jonathan looked towards where Charlotte was pointing and blinked. "Well, it's pretty much tucked away in the shadows. No big surprise we missed it at first glance."

"If you say so," Charlotte said doubtfully.

"Oh come on, it's not like that door suddenly appeared out of nowhere. That kind of thing doesn't happen. Not even in this castle."

"You're probably right," said Charlotte. "Shall we check it out?"

"Might as well."

The two vampire hunters headed for the door and opened it. Charlotte was vaguely disappointed when it absolutely failed to creak ominously. But that wasn't what was bothering her. What bothered her was the vague, nagging feeling that she'd only looked in its direction because someone had... compelled her to. Of course, she knew all the stories about vampires controlling humans, but that was only possible after the vampire had bitten their victim or had cast some elaborate spell on them. But the only thing a vampire had done to her was kiss her. A kiss wasn't enough for a vampire to get inside someone's mind and control her, right?

Right?

And the worst thing was, she didn't want to tell Jonathan about it. Of course, girls usually didn't want to tell anyone about the girl who'd kissed them, but this wasn't exactly usual. Jonathan had to know about it in case Loretta really had gripped part of her mind. Yet she didn't tell him. And she was pretty sure she didn't tell Jonathan not because of a vampire forbidding her from revealing anything, but simply because she didn't want to. She'd liked that kiss and she liked the fact someone had an interest in her, even if it was a vampire. She wanted to keep it her little secret just a little while longer.

It was an incredibly stupid way to behave, yet for some reason Charlotte simply couldn't help herself.

"There you are. I've grown tired of waiting."

Charlotte looked up to find that she'd followed Jonathan into a large room. She also noticed one of the vampire twins hovering in the air in front of her. She felt a faint treacherous pang of regret that it was Stella and not Loretta who was here waiting for them.

"Show yourself, vampire," Jonathan snarled.

"Watch your tongue, mortal!" Stella snapped. "The amount of foolishness that comes from your mouth is simply beyond compare!" The vampire turned slightly in the air, pointedly looking past Jonathan and directly at Charlotte. "I held back with my father present, but here, you're as good as mine."

"I find it strange you'd come here alone," Charlotte said. "Wouldn't that complicate things?"

Stella smiled in a way that made her teeth seem even more prominent. Then the amused expression vanished and she abruptly pointed her arms towards Jonathan.

"Hurricane!"

A fierce gust suddenly filled the room. But while Charlotte only felt her skirt, cape and hair stream in the wind, Jonathan had trouble staying in place. It didn't take long before the wind lifted him up and hurled him out of the room. With a loud bang, the door slammed shut and the wind died down again.

"Alone at last," Stella said.

"What's the matter?" Charlotte said. "Didn't think you could handle the both of us at the same time?"

The vampire laughed. "Oh, I could've handled you both, but I'm only interested in handling you. There's no need for you to worry though. My sister would never forgive me if I harmed even one hair on your head."

"I didn't know she cared."

Stella floated down towards the ground and slowly approached Charlotte. "I think you know she does. She wants to be the one to make you one of us and I'm not going to deny her that."

"You must care for your sister a lot," Charlotte said, stepping back.

"More than you probably think."

"So why insist on this 'meeting'?" Charlotte asked. "Are you here to kidnap me and take me to Loretta?"

"No," said Stella. "My sister is keen on letting you keep your free will. I'm merely here to try and... persuade you."

"Don't bother to try," said Charlotte. "I'm not going to become a vampire."

Stella was suddenly right in front of her. "Your breathing is changing, your heart rate is increasing," she whispered. "And as for your... nether regions... well, let's just say your body isn't reacting in fear."

"So? So what?" Charlotte said. She knew it wasn't the best possible comeback, but the vampire's body so close to her made it difficult to think.

"It means," Stella said, stroking Charlotte's cheek with a single gloved finger, "that you appear to be open to persuasion."

The vampire grinned, leaned forward and kissed her. Charlotte was aware she was no expert when it came to kisses, but even she could tell it wasn't much of one. Although Stella kissed her passionately, it was also rough and careless, clearly intended as little more than an opening move. She kissed her down her jaw and towards her neck. Charlotte expected to feel fangs sink into her at any moment, but was surprised when she only felt the vampire's lips on her increasingly heated skin.

When Stella's lips reached the barrier of Charlotte's clothes, she quickly and efficiently managed to rid the witch of her shawl and cape, tossing them carelessly to the floor. After that she unbuttoned Charlotte's blouse, pushing the white fabric aside until she had exposed her breasts. Charlotte could feel a blush spreading across her cheeks as she saw the vampire's gaze. Stella clearly enjoyed the way her breasts looked and seemed particularly enamoured with the fact Charlotte didn't wear a bra.

Charlotte's feelings of embarrasment evaporated when Stella's tongue came out of her mouth and licked the curve of one of her breasts. She felt heat beginning to spread through her body and grow in intensity as the vampire kissed and licked and sucked one of her breasts while idly fondling the other with her hand. A soft sigh of lust escaped from Charlotte's mouth as Stella's lips closed around her nipple and her tongue teased the little hard nub.

Charlotte couldn't believe the amount of pleasure she got simply from the vampire using her mouth to toy with her breasts. Some small, rational part of her mind, struggling to be heard as a haze of lust descended on her brain, wondered if it would have felt just as good if Stella had been human. Not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered to the witch at the moment were kisses being showered onto her supple flesh and the heat that began to rage through her body.

Moaning, Charlotte embraced the vampire girl, pressing her face against her chest in a mindless, animal attempt to increase her pleasure. One hand gripped Stella's hair, the other took hold of what was most likely a necklace. She wasn't really aware of it as her senses were fully dominated by Stella's lips and tongue leaving trails of fire across her breasts.

Stella easily broke free of Charlotte's embrace, but neither girl noticed that in do so she broke the necklace still firmly in the witch's grasp. Charlotte panted heavily as she watched Stella kneel down in front of her, then reach up underneath her skirt. She felt the vampire hook her panties and pull them down until they were somewhere around her ankles, a process made more difficult by the fact her panties were soaked.

The vampire smiled and licked her lips. "My, aren't you wet?" she remarked. She looked up at Charlotte's face. "Do you want me to kiss you there?"

Charlotte could only nod in response, barely aware of what Stella really asked.

"But I'm an evil vampire," Stella continued calmly, her right hand lazily rubbing Charlotte's stocking. "Surely you can't really want me? Can you?"

"I can," Charlotte panted. "And I do."

"You really want me? Then say it," Stella hissed.

"I want you," Charlotte breathed.

The vampire smiled, the light briefly glinting off her fangs. "Then you'll have me."

Stella's head disappeared underneath her skirt mere moments before Charlotte felt her body exploding with pleasure. It flared through her with such burning intensity that she hardly noticed it was caused by the vampire's lips brushing against her wet slit. Charlotte's moans became louder and louder as the pleasure burned through her. She leaned back against the wall, fearing that her legs might collapse. With every little flick of Stella's tongue another stab of fire seared through her, making her moan and moan again with lust.

Charlotte screamed when the vampire kissed her deeply, her lips pressed against her folds, her tongue slithering into her. The witch felt her body shudder and writhe out of her control, dancing on the tip of Stella's tongue. With the vampire's tongue licking and caressing the walls of her pussy, Charlotte knew she was quickly going insane with pleasure and lust. Her legs giving way, she slid down the wall until Stella expertly gripped her hips and kept her up without pausing the motion of her twirling tongue for even a second.

When Charlotte thought she could no longer bear the pleasure, she came, biting her bottom lip. Her orgasm started low, near Stella's tongue, then burst through her body like water violently breaking through a dam. She came quietly as her pussy clamped down on the vampire's tongue still inside of her, the sheer wave of pleasure washing through her robbing her lungs of enough air for even the softest moan.

Her orgasm subsided slowly and as it did, Charlotte, no longer supported by Stella, slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. Stella had withdrawn from between her legs and was kneeling before her, her mouth shining with her juices. She smiled and let a gloved hand slip underneath the witch's skirt to stroke her still sensitive pussy.

"Just tell me when you're ready again," Stella purred. "I promise you won't regret it."

"Stella."

Charlotte looked past the vampire and towards the blur further into the room. After a while, the image took the shape of Loretta. Stella looked back at her sister without taking her hand from Charlotte's pussy.

"Ah, my sweet sister. Here to join us?"

"No," said Loretta. "Come, we should return."

"Whatever for?" Stella said. "Look at her," she added, turning back to Charlotte. "She's ready for you."

"I want her to come to me," said Loretta. "Not have her join us because you've clouded her mind with lust."

"You do set such high standards. But, if you insist." Stella's eyes focused on Charlotte. "Remember this. Think about all the things we can do for you and how much you'll enjoy them. And when you've thought about it, come see us again."

And with that Stella drifted away from Charlotte to join her sister. There was a brief shimmering in the air and the vampires vanished. Charlotte looked blankly at the spot they had been, her mind very slowly drifting back into something approaching sensibility. She realised she was holding something in her hand. Looking down at it, she noticed it was a locket that didn't belong to her.

She opened it.

When she saw the picture inside it was like ice water being poured all over her.

She had to tell Jonathan about this, she realised. She also realised that she should make herself decent again before she told Jonathan.

She set about pulling up her panties, straightening out her blouse and gathering up her discarded clothes, and as she did so, she felt a plan formulating at the back of her mind.

Yes, she would go to the vampire sisters, she realised, and see them for one last time.