SWNOVELS Chapter CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The ‘Spotlight’ Vampire
Isabelle, bathing in the memory of the experience already, grabbed Debbie’s hand and led her over to where to a collection of vampires and witches had gathered. With a beaming smile, she asked, “Hey Soph, how did ya go?”
“Miss Izzy, me baiser witch in the mist!”
“Hey Big Tits,” Isabelle began, “Did you enjoy it?”
“Very muchos!” Sophia replied.
“Ohhh, sorry, I was talking to Big-Tits-Vicky.”
Vicky the vampire was still coming down from the experience, and she gushed, “Yes, very much, and thank-you for asking.”
“Ohhh sorry Goody, I was talking to Big Tits, Vicky the witch.”
Vicky the witch said, “Ohhh, me? Yes, it was wonderful, and Sophia said I have Plus Gros Seins, which sounds more flattering than Big Tits.”
“How about we call your rack, Plus Gros Tits, Vicky?” Isabelle asked.
“Hmmm, I can live with that.” Vicky the vampire replied shyly.
“No, I was talking to witch-Vicky, because Goody, you’ve got good tits, but they ain’t Plus Gros Sein tits,” Isabelle pointed out, then she asked, “Do you like fucking Sophia?”
Isabelle seemed to be looking at her, so vampire Vicky shrugged her shoulders and said, “You know I do.”
Isabelle screwed up her nose and said, “I was talking to witch-Vicky again.”
“You were looking at me though.”
“Goody, if I wanta speak to you, I’ll say Goody, okay?”
“Yes, that might clear things up.”
Charlene and Davina decided to stand with this group, because all the creatures were wearing bathrobes, unlike the shameless creatures to their left and right.
Davina knew that Her Grace had been with the vampire Vicky, so she said to her Grace, “Witches are my preferred sexual partners, although there is a crude attraction to engaging with these primitive creatures.”
“Yes, Davina, I gained a measure of satisfaction from climaxing with Vicky.”
“I was with Sophia!” Vicky the witch replied.
“I meant Vampire Leader Vicky.”
Davina pondered, then suggested, “One of you Vicky’s are going to have to change your name in these social gatherings.”
“Yes, and it should be the vampire.” Charlene agreed. “Vampire Vicky, do you have a nickname?”
“Yes I do, the Pistols call me Goody Two Shoes, or Goody.”
“What are the origins of the nickname?”
“Ummm, everybody thinks that I’m really nice.”
Charlene thought about it, then said, “As far as sexual escapades in the mist go, you were quite Goody, so we shall honour that nickname.”
Davina wasn’t really paying attention to Her Grace’s conversation, for she noticed that Daisy had finally peeled herself off that vampire. Unfortunately, that vampire demanded your gaze, because there seemed to be a spotlight over her, the spotlight following her every move and highlighting every single one of her actions. Your Grace called that vampire a stuck-up, vain bitch, and Davina could understand that, although she knew that those same adjectives could be applied to Her Grace. That vampire moved, and you watched her. That vampire smiled, and your breath caught. That vampire undressed, and your knees trembled. Your Grace was so superior to that vampire in every way, except … visually. That vampire was the Goddess of Lust, she was the Goddess who could bring men (and unfortunately, witches) to their knees, and Davina knew that if she was asked to kneel before the Spotlight Vampire, she may find herself meekly succumbing to the request. She didn’t feel distraught that she couldn’t fight off her feelings for this Blood-Sucking creature, for her own Mistress, the Great Queen had fallen under the spell of the Spotlight Vampire, and she knew that she had to do something about it. Attracting Her Grace’s attention, Davina said nervously, “Your Grace, I don’t wish to appear disloyal, but may I be excused?”
“For what purpose?”
Davina bowed her face and replied quietly, “Do you wish me to be honest Your Grace?”
“Tell me why you want to be excused, and then I will consider whether I want you to be honest or otherwise.”
Davina glanced at the Spotlight Vampire, and the glance made her knees tremble. If somebody had of asked her, What was the Spotlight Vampire wearing? Davina would have blushed and muttered, Well, she certainly wasn’t wearing the bathrobe that we had so generously supplied … Feeling vaguely disloyal because of her blossoming arousal, Davina said bashfully, “I, I wish to talk to the Spotlight vampire.”
“To who?” Charlene asked curiously.
“Ohhh, sorry, I wish to speak to the beautiful vampire.”
“Don’t call her beautiful. Beauty is subjective, and I am subjectively beautiful, and she is not.” Charlene snapped.
“I agree with you Your Grace, but may I have your permission to speak to the errr … Presentable vampire?”
“If you wish to merely speak with her, you have my permission, although try not to laugh or smile in her presence.” Charlene replied.
Davina looked at her in surprise and asked, “Really, I have your permission to talk to her?”
“Yes, although Davina, do one thing for me …”
“Anything Your Grace!”
“Try not to enjoy it.”
Davina gazed over at the reclining Goddess who wasn’t wearing a bathrobe, and unfortunately, the spotlight over her was shining brigher than ever. Davina understood that if you looked at that vampire for too long, the result would be that your knees tremble. Davina bit her bottom lip and muttered, “I will try.”
Nervous yet guiltily aroused, Davina slunk over towards her. The above-the-mist coupling with the lowly personal assistant named Ruby had been a pleasurable experience, although Davina now wished to engage with the lowly personal assistant’s Mistress. The Mistress was a lowly creature as well, although unfortunately, she was an unforgettable lowly creature. If the creature had a bathrobe on, and if she also had a bag over her head, Davina was certain that she could forget about her before the night was through, yet disarmingly, the creature was sprawled out in all her naked Spotlight glory, and forgetting about her was something that Davina was incapable of doing right at this moment. Because her wide-open eyes were drawn to the Spotlight, and her tongue was hanging out, and her brain was sending very rude messages to her erogenous zones. Two of her coven were still involved with the Blood-Sucker, and Davina cleared her throat, then said, “Excuse me …”
Daisy looked up, then turned back into the beautiful vampire as she said, “Please, go away Davina.”
“Yes,” Elsie added, “Even though you are one of our leader’s personal assistant, we do not wish to be disturbed.”
Aleisha looked at the girl, interested that Davina, the personal assistant to her former enemy Charlene Beckwith-Hargreaves wanted to speak to her. The girl seemed to be nervous, although her eyes blazed. The witch wanted something, and as Aleisha was shamelessly sprawled out in all her naked glory, she suspected that she knew what the witch wanted. Aleisha said demurely, “You may speak Davina.”
Davina gulped, then said, “Presentable vampire, I have a favour that I wish to ask.”
“Go ahead.”
Davina felt unusually timid as she looked into the blue eyes, and she felt other emotions zap through her as she gazed at everything else that was on display. She had asked Her Grace for permission to talk to the vampire, although now, barely two feet away from her, merely an outstretched arm away from her, Davina didn’t think that she would be capable of engaging in a conversation with her. Without her normal composure, she asked, “May, may I talk with you?”
“Talk with me?” Aleisha asked.
“She wants to have sex with you.” Daisy said knowingly.
“Is that what you want?” Aleisha asked.
“It is.” Elsie mumbled.
“No, I wish to speak to you and get to know you better.” Davina replied.
“Tell her to go away Beautiful vampire.” Daisy advised.
“Tell her to couple with your personal assistant again and leave us be.” Elsie added.
In a swirling state of decadent arousal, Aleisha said officiously, “I am not really in a talking frame of mind, but if you wish to talk with me, first you must do one thing …”
“What is the one thing I must do?” Davina asked, then she listened to the vampire’s request. The vampire’s voice featured the same stuck-up and vain qualities that her overall attitude displayed, although her voice made Davina’s knees tremble with an even greater intensity. Davina reflected that if the Presentable Vampire was dressed, her own eyes would be undressing her, although she wasn’t dressed, hence the trembling knees. She thought about the vampire’s request, mulled over it, then said, “Excuse me, I shall return shortly.”
Before cuddling back into the Beautiful Vampire, Daisy gazed at Elsie and said blandly, “Davina’s knees were trembling.”
“Yes, I did notice,” Elsie replied, then she said glibly, “I understand though, because when I look at Beautiful Vampire Aleisha, every part of my body trembles.”
Aleisha smiled, then she kissed Elsie, and a moment later she kissed Daisy, and as explorative hands cruised over the Royal Flesh, Aleisha thought contentedly, God, how good is it to be me …
Trying to present herself as calm and relaxed, Davina fronted Charlene and said, “Your Grace, the favour I asked of you has now resulted in me asking another favour of you.”
“What was the favour again?”
“I asked your permission to talk to the presentable vampire.”
“Did it not go well?”
“Ummm, it has resulted in me wanting to ask another favour.”
“You may speak.”
“The Spotlight Vampire … ohhh, I mean, errr, the-the presentable vampire requires me to participate in a massage of her.”
Charlene gazed across and said, “Daisy and Elsie seem to be involved in that activity at the moment, so no, request denied.”
Davina was distraught by the refusal, although not defeated, and she mumbled, “Your Grace …”
“You may speak.”
“The vampire offered me Pole Position if I participate in the massage.”
“What is Pole Position?”
“I believe that if I participate, I will be massaging her vagina and the surrounding area.”
Not all together pleased with the response, Charlene glared at the shameless vampire, then she swung her gaze back to Davina. She had always assumed that her faithful personal assistant would only massage those who she was directed to massage, so this was a new and perplexing situation. She wanted those creatures who were firmly in her service to stay firmly in her service, and not stray into the service of those that she hated with a passion; although with Daisy and Elsie being present during this potential inappropriate straying, this wouldn’t be an intimate one-on-one coupling, it would be three witches, or six hands involved, and to her way of thinking, that should lessen the impact of any intimacy. Charlene wasn’t surprised that the vampire sought a massage, for Goldstein-Prindiville was so stuck up, that she would be expecting that all the physical attention be directed to her. Holding her head high, Charlene said, “You may involve yourself Davina, although I ask of you one thing …”
“Which is Your Grace?”
“Try not to enjoy it, and if possible, try your best to make sure that the creature does not enjoy it.”
“Ummm, that’s two things Your Grace.”
“Ohhh, yes, I believe you are right, but you may participate as long as you don’t enjoy the experience.”
Davina sighed, then said, “Maybe I should stay here with you then.”
Reasonably pleased with that response, Charlene asked, “You have changed your mind and you do not wish to participate in the massage?”
Davina looked straight at her and said, “I feel duty bound to obey all your instructions, and if I participate in the massage of her vagina and the surrounding area, I would feel like I’m directly disobeying both of your instructions, because I harbor a great fear that against my most determined efforts, I would enjoy it, and my intention would be to have the vampire enjoy it as well.”
Charlene needed a moment to assess things. Her assistant, lover and loyal subject had her face bowed, and her face sported an expression of guilt. Charlene knew what the attraction was with the stuck-up vampire, and in a difficult-to-define manner, she was pleased that her devoted assistant had been honest with her. Charlene had a high opinion of her personal assistant, because she was her best friend, and she wanted Davina to enjoy herself. The meeting of witches and vampires might never happen again, and Charlene knew that occasionally one needed to let one’s personal assistant run free. With a measured tone, Charlene said, “If you wish to participate, you may.”
In an effort to subdue an expectant smile, Davina sucked her bottom lip and said respectfully, “I shall return shortly Your Grace.”
“Davina …”
“Yes, Your Grace?”
Charlene glanced across at the shameless, stuck-up vampire, then she she turned to Davina and said officiously, “Tell Daisy and Elsie that I expect all of our sisters to make use of the bathrobes that have been provided.”
Davina looked over and saw her naked sisters frolicking with the naked vampire, and she frowned, because one of her first intentions was going to be discarding her own bathrobe; so she nodded agreeably, then said, “I shall inform them.” Davina scampered over to the presentable vampire, knelt down, then nudged Daisy as she said, “Move away to your own area.”
“No, you go away!” Daisy protested.
“Excuse me,” Davina huffed, “I was offered Pole Position!”
“No, go away!” Elsie exclaimed. “Charlene would never let you participate in this activity, because she hates the beautiful vampire!”
“I have Your Grace’s permission to participate!” Davina replied, then wanting to drag her argumentative sisters down a notch or two, she said, “And Your Grace would like you both to put on your bathrobes.”
“Ummm, I lost mine.” Daisy mumbled.
Davina pointed to a bathrobe not more than two feet away, and said, “It’s right there.”
Daisy picked it up and hurled it away, then said, “I can’t see it.”
Elsie flung her bathrobe away then said, “Mine is lost too!”
“Your Grace will not be pleased.” Davina warned.
“Tell her to mind her own business!” Daisy huffed.
“Tell her to piss off!” Elsie added.
“Ladies, let’s not bicker and quarrel …” Aleisha began, although she stopped when all three heads snapped around. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to say ladies, I meant witches.” When all gazes were back on her, Aleisha said, “So Daisy, you’re on kissing duty, Elsie, you’re on boobs, and Davina, this may be your only chance on Pole Position, so bring your best game.”
Davina sighed, feeling guilty, then she gulped, feeling irascible, then with stuttered movements, she touched the flesh of the reposed vampire. Davina felt a marching ensemble of emotions rush through her, and for a fleeting moment, she felt as if she was a vampire, because her sense of touch had been enhanced to a dizzying level, because the vampire not only looked divine, she felt divine. Her stuttered movements stuttered even more dramatically, and Aleisha, aware that the witch was nervous and apprehensive, said calmly, “Davina, take a deep breath, and try and relax.”
Davina shivered, then mumbled, “I am a deep breath, or no, sorry, I meant, I, I am relaxed.”
“Just chill out Davina, and concentrate on what you’re doing,” Aleisha advised, “And remember, this could be your only chance on pole, so step up to your best game.”
Davina saw the vampire’s eye-lashes flutter seductively, and she saw her own hand trembling and shaking, and she closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, then said quietly, “Yes, I am sorry, but here it comes, my best game.”
Aleisha had experienced better best games pawing her, although the witch seemed to be settling, so she relaxed back, closed her eyes and cooed, “Yeah, okay, this is more like it.”
The witch’s Vicky and Debbie led the vampires Vicky, Isabelle and Sophia to the north-east section of the lake, where a rope hung from a tree. Isabelle asked, “Fuck, what’s this?”
Debbie said, “Fuck, watch this!” She pulled the rope back to higher ground, then sprinted forward as she swung over the lake and then let go, plopping into the water twenty yards out.
“Fuck yeah!” Isabelle screamed, then she grabbed the rope and swung hard, plopping into the water in almost the same place.
Wet, dripping witches and vampires scambled back to the shore and got in line for another go.
“Vampire Isabelle, fuck, let’s do it together!” Debbie called out.
While splashes and shrieks rang through the night Davina sheepishly approached Her Grace and mumbled, “Your Grace, participating in the massage has led me to ask another favour.”
“You may speak.”
“The vampire has offered me the opportunity to lay with her.”
Charlene could identify no question in the phrase, although clearly, a response was being sought, and with a hint of annoyance in her tone, she said, “With my defined sensory awareness, I have noted that Daisy and Elsie have already laid with the vampire.”
“Your observation is correct Your Grace, and I have been offered the opportunity to do likewise.”
Again, no question had been offered, although Charlene had a question that she wished to pose, and she asked with a measure of surprise, “You wish to lay with her?”
Davina asked meekly, “Do you wish me to be honest Your Grace, or would you prefer me to lie?”
Charlene thought about it, then said, “I believe you have already answered my question.”
“So I have your permission?”
“I do not wish to be left standing by myself when it appears that everybody else is interacting with these creatures, so summon a Blood-Sucker for me to, to, errr … summon a vampire, then you may do as you please.” Charlene replied.
Davina blew out excitedly, then said, “Thank-you Your Grace, and I shall send a lowly creature your way.”
Davina saw a naked creature hopping around and chanting, “Go spacko, go spacko!” She approached the creature and said, “Excuse me vampire, could you put on a bathrobe and come with me?”
“Ho, yo, yip-yip, nit-nit, what yo?”
Davina didn’t really understand the message that the vampire was trying to relay, although on a mission, she pointed at Charlene and asked, “Will you come with me and introduce yourself to Your Grace?”
“What yo saying yo, fuck the crackle outta the blond witch?”
Davina was mildly surprised by the vampire’s crude and poorly constructed question, although she advised politely, “I would like you to speak with Your Grace, and I want you to be pleasant and respectful.”
Giddy jumped up and down on the spot as she called out excitedly, “Yuk, yuk, yuk, I’s is like a volcano, and me’s just blow everyfink up!”
Davina wasn’t entirely sure that this creature was the right selection for Her Grace, although out of the corner of her eye, she saw Daisy and Elsie infringing where she wished to infringe. “Vampire, treat Your Grace with respect, and conduct yourself with a little dignity.”
“Say what yo?”
“I’m saying treat Your Grace with the reverence that she deserves.”
“Hey yo witch-fucker, yip-yip, I done fucked the big fucker witch and broke shim’s bed, and I fucked yo witch over there into the ground, so’s yeah, more witches to fuck, yippety, yippety!”
In no mood to ask for an explanation, Davina held out the bathrobe.
Giddy looked at the bathrobe and said, “What up?”
“If you’re going to speak to Your Grace, please put this on.”
“Fuck off!”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Them things make me itchy!”
Davina shook her head, grabbed the creature’s elbow and presented her before Charlene. “Is this one acceptable, Your Grace?”
Charlene gazed at the creature, then she turned away and asked airily, “Bathrobe?”
“Ummm, she says that the robe makes her itchy.”
Giddy was yippety-yippetted, and she asked excitedly, “Yo tickle ma itches away Blondie Witch?”
Charlene took a moment to think about the question, then she asked Davina, “What did the creature say?”
Davina bit her bottom lip and frowned. In a heightened state of arousal, Davina would have preferred that the question that Your Grace asked would have been an easily answered question, although Davina was in a similar state of confusion to Her Grace. With spotlights and divine flesh clouding her normally rational mind, she replied quietly, “I’m not really sure Your Grace, although she ended her puzzling statement with the words, Blondie Witch, and I am presuming that she was referring to you.”
Charlene looked the vampire up and down, then said, “I shall verbally engage with the creature and then let you know about her acceptability or otherwise.”
“Thank-you Your Grace, and I will see you shortly.” Davina puffed out, then she scampered away.