Thug grabbed the bars and bent them as wide as he could. Kelik rushed over and grabbed the Alchemist’s Dream from its resting-place. This gem was about unification; taking two imperfect things and making them into something more. He held the purple gem in both hands, and he felt a surge of power. The will of the Living Jewel fought against the will of the user. He needed a few moments to master it.
“Ms. Adams!” he shouted. “Talk to Eliza! Keep her here with us!”
Veronica felt so helpless. She couldn’t see and she could barely move. Her strength was gone. They hadn’t fed her in days and . . . fed her. Feeding. She placed her head against Eliza’s body, using her face to feel her way around her lover’s body. She used her own head to turn Eliza over onto her back, though she got a little help from Allyson. Then she located the vampire’s head, and placed her bruised and battered neck at Eliza’s lips. “Drink of me,” she whispered hoarsely. “Whatever I have left to give, I give to you.”
Normally, Eliza wouldn’t even consider taking blood from Veronica in such a state. But Eliza’s conscious mind had left the building by that point. Her lips could feel the flesh and she could almost smell the blood. Without any conscious control, her fangs began expanding and sunk into Veronica’s flesh.
And for a moment, all was calm. For a moment, neither woman felt any pain . . . any remorse . . . any regrets. Even though they both felt the mission had failed, they would die together. And that was oddly comforting. As their spirits began slipping away, they only wished they had the strength to hold each other one more time.
Kelik had been locked in a battle of wills with the Alchemist’s Dream for a while, trying to manipulate the gem’s natural inclinations to do what he wanted it to do. He saw Eliza biting Veronica, and knew that the human woman had bought him some time. The two wouldn’t die yet. Not until they made their peace with one another. Finally, he felt a sense of completeness as his intent and the gem’s will came to some sort of magical agreement. A purple burst of light shot out and hit Eliza, then a second one shot out and engulfed Veronica.
The peace that Veronica and Eliza had been sharing was rudely shattered by a brief moment of excruciating pain on both women’s parts. Both felt that the very fabric of their beings was in the process of being ripped asunder. Then, darkness engulfed the pain . . . then the women . . . then . . . all was gone.
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Beyond the waking world . . .
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Eliza found herself in a familiar, dream-like state. She was standing before a huge wooden door. It looked like it belonged to a cathedral. And the vampire was wearing what appeared to be a black wedding dress, and she was carrying a bouquet of red roses. For no reason, she decided to open the door. As it swung open, she found herself in a great hall with pews on either side of the central walkway. At the end of the aisle was a floating, purple . . . thing. And standing before the purple entity was another woman, dressed in a white wedding dress. She turned her head, and Eliza saw that it was Veronica. The blonde woman smiled from ear to ear.
{{ What kept you? }} came a beautiful . . . thought. Veronica’s lips hadn’t moved, but Eliza heard that voice as clear as crystal. Apparently their ‘link’ came with telepathy now.
{{ I don’t know why I’m here, }} Eliza thought truthfully. Was this heaven? She saw the beautiful woman at the altar smile again, and this time Eliza smiled back. If it isn’t heaven, then it was close enough for the vampire’s taste.
{{ Me neither, }} Veronica replied. {{ But . . . but I knew you would be here. I can’t imagine who else I would be wearing this for. }}
Eliza blushed. She had never seen herself as the marrying kind of vampire, but here she was. Wherever ‘here’ actually was. She slowly made her way down the aisle, dropping the roses as she went. It was strange to her, since this wasn’t like any vampire wedding she had ever seen, but she knew the basic drill. {{ I hope I don’t make a fool of myself, }} she thought, forgetting Veronica could hear her.
{{ You can’t do that here, }} the bride-to-be thought. {{ I think we make the rules here, and I won’t let you fall on your face. I won’t let you fall at all. }}
{{ A romantic to the end, }} came Eliza’s silent response.
{{ I suppose I am. Are you ready? }}
Eliza raised her chin with confidence and pride. {{ Yes. }}
The two were standing side by side at the altar, and they turned to face where the preacher would have stood. But instead of a preacher was that glowing ball of purple light. The two women were suddenly engulfed in its light. Both seemed to be hearing questions that the other didn’t, but the sentiment was the same. Eliza turned to Veronica and vice versa. Both women thought the same thing at the same time.
{{ I do. }}
The cathedral around them turned into mist and faded into black. They found themselves on a huge, round, canopied bed with purple satin sheets that was floating in the endless void of space.
{{ I told you that normal rules don’t apply here, }} Veronica thought. The human woman was now wearing nothing but a white veil, white stockings and a smile. Eliza looked down and saw herself wearing the same outfit, only in black. But Eliza had a little addition, namely a ten-inch dildo in a strap-on harness.
Eliza looking slyly at her lover. {{ Another one of your ideas? }}
{{ What can I say? I want you to make me yours. }}
The vampire decided to test the “we make the rules” theory. She concentrated for a moment, and her strap-on became more heavily ridged and pre-lubricated. Veronica looked on with hungry approval. Eliza placed herself between Veronica’s spread legs and pushed the head of the massive toy into Veronica’s tight opening.
{{ Are you ready? }} Eliza thought. For some reason, the question seemed important.
{{ Take me, }} Veronica returned. {{ Complete me. }}
Eliza eased inside, with Veronica’s mouth opening slightly as her pussy adjusted to the invader. She felt something give way. She knew it wasn’t her hymen, as that had been taken care of a long time ago. So what was it? She didn’t have much time to dwell on it as she felt the leather of Eliza’s harness make contact with her mound as the dildo became completely buried in the human woman’s body. Eliza withdrew and the shoved the entire shaft back in, driving all the air from Veronica’s quivering form. Veronica wrapped her arms around Eliza and dug her fingernails into the vampire’s back, urging Eliza to plunge into the human’s sexual depths as had and fast as she could. Eliza was humping madly with her hips and Veronica opened her mouth as if to groan, though no sound came out.
Eliza concentrated again, and suddenly she was standing on the bed with Veronica impaled on her toy. The human looked confused, but confusion turned to pleasure as the vampire used her powerful arms to grab Veronica by the waist and slide her up and down the ten-inch dildo, using Veronica’s body like a hand in male-masturbation. That position suited the human well apparently, as Veronica began to cum within minutes. Dream or no, her girl-juice felt real enough as it dripped down Eliza’s legs. The vampire kept fucking her lover, enjoying the way those sizeable breasts bounced. Veronica finally got Eliza to slow down by kissing her. Eliza lowered herself to her knees and gently placed Veronica back onto the bed, their lips never parting.
Eliza finally pulled the device out and straddled her lover’s chest, the head of the dildo dangling in front of Veronica’s mouth. Veronica took the head in her mouth and sucked her juices from it. Eliza didn’t care that it wasn’t a real cock; the sight of Veronica sucking on it was pleasurable unto itself. The human’s hands grasped her lover’s ass cheeks as she slurped noisily on the plastic cock. Then the pointing fingers from each hand slid further toward the center and pierced Eliza’s rectum. Eliza would have gasped in surprise were she able. This was an avenue she had never thought to explore. Normally, it was Veronica who enjoyed the backdoor action, but it seemed perfectly natural to Eliza at that moment. Those fingers kept penetrating until they reached the final knuckle. Eliza looked back over her shoulder and saw that a strap-on harness had appeared around Veronica’s waist, and a slim white dildo stuck out from the woman’s crotch. Eliza then noticed that her own harness had disappeared.
{{ Make’s clean-up simpler, }} she thought idly.
{{ Don’t get too comfortable with the idea of ‘clean’, }} Veronica thought back. {{ Because you’re about to get dirty again. }}
Eliza felt herself being slowly pushed back by unseen hands towards the waiting dong. Soon, she felt the cool and slippery head nestled between her ass cheeks and pushing against her sphincter.
{{ Don’t be nervous, }} Veronica reassured her lover. {{ I just want to share something that gives me pleasure with you. }} Eliza had no response except to bite her bottom lip and wait expectantly. She knew from her first time doing this to Veronica that it was painful, at least for a time. And even in the surreal world they were occupying, the discomfort was quite noticeable as the slick head pushed inside her, spreading her asshole to new limits for the first time. As Eliza’s pink rosebud tried to adjust to the new sensation, Veronica passed the time by playing with Eliza’s firm breasts. She cupped them and squeezed them and kneaded them like dough. She had never played with her lover’s breasts before, and she couldn’t imagine why. They might have been smaller than Veronica’s own proud chest, but they were a lot of fun. Eliza was reacting positively to the human’s manipulations. Eliza responded by grabbing Veronica’s melons and holding on as the head of her lover’s sex toy finally found its way inside Eliza’s ass and she was able to relax a bit.