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From: "Michael Bolas" <michaelbolas@lineone.net>
Subject: {ASSM} The Playmates (vampiric Phantasy)
Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2001 13:10:02 -0400
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The following is not for the fainthearted or those under 18.
It is subject to copyright and I am the author.

   THE PLAYMATES
   (Word Count 3120)
Michael stared out through the glass across the patio into the darkness.
He had just watched his mistress lead the unresisting girl down the hallway
into the secret lair of her bed chamber where, if the flame of ravishing
hunger illuminating her dark eyes gave expression to her true intentions,
she would soon be totally consumed in the raging fires of unearthly desire.
He shuddered as the door closed and he contemplated her probable fate.
Knowing Angel as he did, fully aware of the volcano of primeval lust buried
deep beneath that serene countenance and having witnessed her awesome power
on the rare occasions that it was unleashed, he doubted if the enchanted and
bemused sacrifice would survive the night.
Anyway it was not his concern and it was time for him to be introduced to
Angel's pets. That this was going to be a challenge to both his manhood and
his sanity he was sure. His mistress had tested him many times before and on
each occasion he had been brought almost to the point of final oblivion
before he gained his release. But perhaps that was the whole point of their
relationship, even oblivion was her gift to allow or withhold as she willed.
All he could do was wait for the events of the night to unfold, and for a
little enjoy the illusion of security in this softly illuminated room where
he had spent the last hours in pleasant company.
As though on cue he heard the soft laugh, it was almost inaudible but in a
strange way filling the air with its murmur of allure. He turned to face
into the room and listened. There it was again, a tinkling gurgle of delight
taking charge of his senses and drawing him across the carpet in the
direction of the doorway leading into the hall.
He grinned as he recognised the siren pull; this was how they attracted
their victims, an innocent sound with an overtone of subtle promises. Come
and see what we find so amusing and join us in our little games.
Well I can play these games as well as you and I have been promised much
entertainment in your company. Smiling at the thought, he walked softly into
the dining room with its walls lined with dramatic pictures alternating with
full-length mirrors. This was where the trap would be set and the chase
begun and as he expected the room was empty with just a slight flicker of
movement in the corner of the nearest glass, or perhaps a trick of the light
or imagination.
Michael sat down at the small round table and waited. He would make them
come to him.
The light from the decorative wall lamps slowly dimmed and the subtle scents
of musk and roses beguiled his nostrils as the first of the two sirens
stepped delicately out of the mirror at the far end of the room.
Totally naked except for silver bangles at wrist and ankle, she floated
towards him, her tiny feet making no sound on the tiled floor. Her head was
bent forward as she peered shyly at him through the mass of long black hair
cascading around her slim shoulders. Long and lustrous, it fell in waves to
her waist, her small pert breasts playing peek a boo in the dark mass. She
seemed to be no more than a child; had it not been for her eyes so dark and
inviting, eyes full of the promise of unimaginable sexuality.
Yet this was no human female, a pink tongue flickered between the rosebud
lips, impossibly long as it tasted the air for his scent. The eyes were now
fixed on his, the emerald irids flecked with silver surrounding large black
pupils slit vertically like those of a cat. And in her movement, so
seductive and alluring, was a sinuous serpentine grace.
Closer she came and Michael felt the short hairs at the nape of his neck
rise up in delicious anticipation as she slowly stretched out her hand and
let her delicate fingers explore where they grew before moving slowly to
caress the lobe of his ear.
The pupils widened into black orbs as she stared deep into his face. Her
sweet warm breath quickened as though to beat time with his own and she
smiled, a wide knowing wicked smile that told of intimate secrets plucked
from the depths of his being, dark desires and fantasies known and promised
in reply.
His body responded to her invitation and he felt himself thicken and grow
beneath the silk of his robe. He leant forward in the chair to capture her
small hands and draw her to him but she was like a wraith, slipping though
his eager fingers, her soft laugh teasing his senses into arousal and
frustration.
She paused by the nearest mirror, moulding her slight curves to the edge of
the golden frame, winding her limbs around the pillar in an suggestive
embrace, all the while capturing his gaze with her inviting stare.
As he approached she held out her hand and let it be taken in his grasp,
then with a quick backward step she pulled him though the glass into that
other world that was her home, letting him come into her arms as the ambush
was completed by her sister who, seizing him around the waist from behind,
with mouth agape struck deep into his throat with her needle like fangs.
He tried to cry out in surprise and pain, but his temptress sealed his lips
with her own, the long pink tongue burrowing deep into his throat in search
of his life essence. His struggles gradually faded as the potent venom
entering his veins took his strength and the two sirens, now wound tightly
like serpents around the prey, began to assuage their hunger.
He drifted in and out of consciousness, a strange erotic lethargy taking him
down into a world of lascivious images enhanced by the constantly shifting
winding caress of their bodies playing incessantly against his flesh as they
took sensuous pleasure in their reward. They writhed and stretched
suggestively as they fed, the one taking his lifeblood, the other drinking
from deep from the well of his being.
And as they drank he became one with them, their sleepy satiated thoughts
sliding into his brain, their knowledge and sensation becoming one with his.
They in return took him into themselves so that in that tight knot of
devouring, all shared all with each. And each was filled with wonder at the
new found experience.
For they, experienced hunters of the night and old as time itself, had never
before taken as a prize one such as he, still mortal yet changed by power
and craft to something more, a predator more akin to his captors than
appearance told. And he happy and content to lie in their arms, knowing that
they would only go so far in their hunger, enjoying their draining of his
juices, exalting with them as they fed.
At last, replete and content, they began to wash and groom each other with
soft moist kisses and long sweeping caresses of the tongue.
Now as one with them, Michael enjoyed these intimate attentions as every
part of him was cherished in this intimate caring, he in his turn paying
homage to delicate flesh and soft silky skin with his own skilful
ministrations.
A different hunger began to come upon him as the delicate touch of hands and
mouths beguiled his senses. They knew his excitement and answered with their
own arousal, warm lascivious thoughts drifting from each to the other as
they moved slowly in an erotic dance of lust.
Sharing all thought and sensation, each and every desire and fantasy was
lovingly translated into action, the moving flesh exploring each delicious
aspect of arousal, lingering caresses thrilling the straining bodies as they
sought to reach and share in the promised ecstasy. Pain and pleasure were
mixed in exquisite equal charge as sharp teeth and sly wet tongues sought
out sensitive flesh to torment and soothe in equal measure.
One took his turgid shaft deep into her mouth, her long tongue winding
around the throbbing flesh and drawing tight almost in strangulation as she
sucked him into the rippling depths of her throat.
The other explored his chest with her knowing lips, teasing his nipples with
her fangs, just penetrating the skin enough to give a sweet sting to the
sensitive flesh beneath; then returning again and again to coax out yet more
red drops of precious blood to taste and paint her mouth with crimson for
him to wash away with his own eager kiss.
Then he in turn, no longer bound by human restraint, did with searching
kisses find warm juices flowing in pulsing veins close under delicate skin,
his own swift subtle bite rewarding him with potent fluids that ran like
fire though his being, bringing him to the shore of that raging sea of lust
into which only such as he and they could plunge, so powerful were the
storms that played upon its face.
So did the three ride high on the passion they had created, each now joined
to the others, each writhing mouth sealing in another's organ of desire,
sensation flowing from each to all to swell the flood of ecstasy that,
rushing in a never ending circle, did grow upon itself until release came in
an explosion of light and sweet juices that each took down deep into their
hunger to fill and soothe their fevered flesh.
In half sleep they lay until vigour returned, then stirring and rising the
two nymphs drew Michael to them; their thoughts now turned to other sport
 'Tis time to hunt and take our fill of other game, come join us, share our
delight in chase and capture, for we love you and would have you enjoy our
pleasures.'
And Michael, now bound up in flesh and spirit with these wild companions
could not deny them.
Down the grassy bank they ran and into the river, as sleek as otters they
dived, none needing breath in their magical transformation. Down the stream
they hunted, carried along by the water's swift flow, twining together,
touching and parting as they swam. Each looking through the clear water for
sign of prey, each seeing what the others saw in constant communion. The
clear cold water bringing to each a sense of power and well being, a
glorious intoxication of the senses.
They came to a deep pool, the rush of current slowing within its depths to
stillness. Here they hovered, senses cast wide for any movement or vibration
that might lead them to that which they sought. Michael, reading their
desires knew that it was not fish or crustacean that interested them, it was
a larger, more challenging chase they required.
It was not yet come but from their thoughts he knew that it could soon be
within their reach. Then, each one taking his hand in theirs, they sank down
to the very bottom of the pool, dark and shady in the deepest part where no
amount of searching from the surface would discover their presence.
Quietly they waited, their ambush set. Time has little sway in this other
world and so patience is of no account in their waiting. Only the sweet
anticipation of the capture and subjugation of the victim keeps their senses
acute.
As if ordained by fate their reward comes. A shadow casts upon the water as
a presence hovers above. They freeze, not daring to move in case the prey
takes fright and they are denied their sport.
There! Light shifts and sparkles across the sandy bottom as ripples
spreading out from the bank tell of one then another bare foot testing the
water. Then cautiously moving from the shallows towards the centre, more of
the intruding body slowly emerges from the world of air above.
Slender calves followed by two smoothly jointed knees leading to long
shapely thighs topped by a dark pubic shadow. Surely a most delicious form
to satisfy the wildest dreams of those waiting below, now become three
tightly wound springs of anticipation with muscles tensed and nerves at
breaking point as the moment of the attack grows nigh.
Nearer and nearer the unsuspecting nyad strays as she seeks depth enough for
playful swimming, closer and closer to the waiting mouths now opening in
readiness for the assault on her fragile flesh.
 At last finding enough water beneath her, the graceful wood nymph lets
herself fall forward into the aqueous embrace then turning on her back, she
floats with arms and legs spread wide, head tipped well back, her fine long
hair a nimbus around the whiteness of her slim form.
 From the deep lair three shadows silently drift upwards, Michael in the
centre as silent as his companions, a hunting pack well skilled in ambush
and surprise. No thoughts exchanged now, in each brain a careful stillness
as the plan, already made and well rehearsed, comes into execution. Easy
now, for this prey can perceive thought as well as they and is in truth much
faster in escape than they in pursuit.
Slowly they rise up beneath, soft supple fingers delicately sliding over the
smooth flesh, the light touch no more than the caress of the slowly moving
water, as tracing feather like up the soft arms, they slip between the
curves of the slim body, seeking to invade with long slow movement the
intimate secret centres of pleasure hiding in between.
Michael lies beneath her with hands sliding up around her waist, drawing the
floating body imperceptibly below the surface to bring the upturned breasts
within his reach while his two companions wind their serpentine spell around
her limbs and play their sensual magic on her receptive flesh. His rampant
shaft slides between the soft cheeks, guided by their skilful fingers into
the softly clinging clasp of her centre.
Now the prey tenses with apprehension, this intimate touching is beyond the
realm of daydream in the comforting water. She tries to bring her body to
the moment of escape, but in that movement of her muscles she triggers the
attack.
Swift as light a hungry mouth fastens on each delicate wrist, fangs biting
deep, the venom spurting into the pulsing tide of blood carried by throbbing
veins to heart and brain, there to weaken and subvert the victim's will.
Michael in savage synchronism pulls her fiercely down on to his turgid
organ, with mighty stroke driving deep into the soft living clinging tissue,
his hands now reaching to grasp the firm smooth mounds, rolling and twisting
the small hard buds between his eager fingers.
Then as his climax rushes to commencement he strikes hard into the slender
neck below the ear, the sweet bitterness flooding into his eager mouth,
driving him over the edge of desire into that moment of madness that all
seek but so few find.
The victim's struggles weaken under the combined assault, then take on a
different tenor as she begins to welcome this invasion of her being. Her
senses now subverted to arousal as she is overtaken by the subtle poison
pervading her, bringing a sweet pleasure to the brutal caress of grasping
hands and sucking mouths and the hard plunging rhythm of the great tumescent
organ deep within.
Michael's playmates, observing the lascivious tremors now changing the
movements of escape into a writhing of desire, release her wrists and
drawing her apart from their companion, turn her to face him, then changing
shape into long serpentine forms, wind tightly around them both, binding
them together as he plunges again to the very hilt into her hungry welcoming
cavern.
Urged on by fevered responses matching his own passion, Michael swiftly
climbs the great mountain of rampant lust until, reaching the very peak,
with a great roar of release he spurts deep and long into her thirsty
channel. He leaps into orgiastic flight, soaring in a bright explosion of
light and power before falling again into a dark welcoming oblivion.
The slow moving current bears his supine form towards the quiet surface,
while in the dark deep place below two serpents coil more tightly around the
helpless maid, questing lips seeking again the blood filled arteries and
climactic juices then finding, nuzzle and burrow there, the hungry mouths
squirming deep into the victim's being.
This time they drink their fill until there remains naught but a lifeless
husk, a welcome feast for those creeping creatures that scour the river's
floor.
One last thing remains, and this they do as though instructed by some higher
power. Back through the mirror and into the lounge they carry their
unconscious playmate where they lay him gently down on the soft carpet. They
stand over him for a moment, wondering at this strange being who, after they
had enticed him into their world, survived and enjoyed their avid kisses and
then became for a little while, a well loved companion.
One takes from her wrist a bangle and lays it gently on his bare chest. He
will be truly welcome and safe if he should come again and wear it as a
sign. A soft sigh from each, then with tinkling laughter they go back
through the portal to their home leaving only the fading sensuous echo that
had first brought him to them.
Much later the sleeping figure struggled back into wakefulness. He stretched
and groaned as the sting from numerous small wounds shocked him out of his
lethargy. He sat up looking around him, for a moment lost, then recognising
where he lay, tried to rise. Groggy and sore he began to make his way back
towards his room but a sharp sound at his feet made him pause and look down.
He slowly stooped and picked up the trinket and as he absentmindedly put it
on his wrist, the memory of the night's adventure came back in a glorious
rush of detail, each moment relived in full as he stared without seeing into
the face of his mistress.
Angel, knowing all, took him by the arm and led him like a sleepwalker to
his room where she laid him gently on the bed. She laid a soft hand across
his eyes to shut away the recollected images and let him fall gently down
into the deep pit of slumber.
She was content, he had enjoyed her playmates and he had earned his reward.
She turned and forgetting him completely, went back to the delicious
trembling girl waiting submissively in her bed.

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