I’m In Love With Twin Vampires (Redone) by CharlieBladeRemus
Nicholai’s deepest fantasy becomes a reality , Per request of one of my readers, I have added in an extra scene. It involves violence and rape, so if that’s not your cup of tea, don’t read! Enjoy!
It was a chilly November evening. I walked down the sidewalk of the city streets at twilight, somewhat oblivious to what was going on around me. Frankly, I didn’t care what anyone else was doing. Hell, like there was anything to give a shit about. Life really sucked ass for me. For the past five months, I had been something of an emotional mess. The reason?
I had graduated high school back in June. Some of the richer kids had helped throw a graduation night party at their mansion. I had gone to the party with my then-girlfriend, Mindy. Happiest time of my life, right? WRONG. Around 11:30 that night, I’d gone to look for Mindy; she’d been gone for a good half an hour by now. I walked upstairs and down the hall, and suddenly heard loud moaning, moaning that sounded horribly familiar. Backtracking to the source from which the moans came from, I opened the door. My heart sank. Mindy was on a bed getting fucked by three guys in my graduation class, getting pounded in her pussy by one guy and in her ass by another while she sucked the third guy off.
The sudden burst of light into the semi-dark room startled the four of them. Mindy looked at me horrified.
“Nicholai!” she said in a shaky voice. “I-i-it’s not w-what you think!”
I said nothing, but stood there for a few seconds, shaking my head in disbelief. Mindy leapt off the bed and walked toward me, naked. I backed away, disgusted with her. Then I finally found my voice.
“You…fucking…whore,” I said slowly but firmly.
“I’m s-s-sorry!” she said, starting to weep. “I was g-gonna come back to f-find you but—”
“Shut up,” I said in an aggressive voice. “It’s OVER.”
I ran as fast as I could back down the stairs and outside to my car, Mindy’s loud sobs behind me, emotions flooding and ravaging my mind. I drove all the way home as fast as I could and once I got there, I ran to my room and cried a river until I fell into a deep sleep…
Ever since then, I was always typically in a fuck-my-life/fuck-the-world mood, but never really felt suicidal. Mindy was my first true love, and now she had cheated on me, betraying me in the worst way possible. The image of her with three cocks inside of her was stuck in my head. So many times I’d think about it at night, and I’d run to the bathroom and puke my damn guts out. I’d lost count of how many holes I’d punched in my wall. And I became a highly introverted guy. Damn whore…
I snapped back to reality. Thinking about that night was making my eyes water again. Wanting to maintain a little bit of dignity in public, I wiped my eyes on the sleeves of my hoodie, sat down on a bench on the edge of the sidewalk, and lit up a cigarette. I sat there, my hair partially obscuring my face, taking drags while numerous thoughts raced through my mind. Power chords on my guitar… She cheated on me… Throw down in the mosh pit… She’s riding Joey like a pony, Tommy’s pounding her asshole, and she’s deep-throating Chris… Those cars are badass, which one do I want?… I wanna find those assholes and punch them in the face so hard, their fucking heads go flying off… That sky is awful beautiful… My ex-girlfriend is a GODDAMN slut…
It became almost too much for me to bear. God, I wish there was something to take my mind off of her…
I could have sworn someone was looking at me from across the street. My eyes looked over there, but there was no one. I looked back down at the ground, and then a bus screamed by. Looking back up, I saw them. Two girls who looked to be my age were standing there across the street. They were both wearing tight black jeans with black shirts and coats. One had wavy, waist-length jet-black hair, and the other had straight, shoulder-length crimson hair. Then, their faces caught my attention. They were twins, but both faces were inhumanly pretty; pale-white skin, seductive electric-blue eyes, straight noses, rosy lips and smooth cheeks. That, combined with their similar figures (34-C tits and round asses) made them the most beautiful girls I had ever seen in my life. My body burned with lust; I wanted them soooo badly…
They were talking to each other while I looked at them, and then, for a brief second, their eyes met mine. Their expressions were hard to determine, but next second, another bus whizzed by, and when it passed, I noticed that the girls were gone. I heaved a deep sigh.
I’d always fantasized about having sex with two girls at once, but the odds were not in my favor. I had medium-length black hair with a somewhat emo-like style (though I never considered myself an emo), and a slightly handsome face for an eighteen-year-old, but I really didn’t consider myself sexy. I had rather pale skin, I was a bit on the scrawny side with barely any muscle, and my cock was only six inches at erection. No girl in their right would want to fuck me, would they? (Except that cheating BITCH…)
I tossed my cig butt away and got up and continued walking, the sky now at its lowest blue point before turning black. This was my favorite time of the day; I’d always been a nocturnal person. It was just in my nature; the night was when I really felt like someone. As I walked, my mind focused on the girls I’d seen across the street. Who were they? Where did they come from? What were they doing here? And WHY or HOW were they so damn beautiful?!
I found myself in a secluded alleyway off the street, lit only by the moon shining overhead in the now pitch-black sky spangled with stars. I stared up at it in oblivion, not knowing what to think, until two low, beautiful female voices spoke from behind me.
“Hello, Nicholai.”
I whipped around. There, standing six feet away from me, were the two beautiful twins I’d seen across the street earlier. Shocked by their sudden appearance out of nowhere and smitten by their gorgeous looks, I stammered.
“You! I d-don’t—you—h-how did you know m-my—”
“Shhh,” they whispered in unison, moving slowly toward me, smiling. I was paralyzed, either by anxiety, or by their sharp blue eyes, I didn’t know. They stood in front of me, the brunette on my left and the redhead on my right.
“Close your eyes,” they murmured. I closed my eyes, wondering what they were going to do. A few seconds later, I felt their lips on my cheeks. A shock pelted through my body; their lips were cold as ice. I quivered for a second, then relaxed as they moved downward to my neck. I felt their tongues against my skin, sending another thrill of iciness through my nerves, but turning me on like nothing ever had before. I let out a soft groan of pleasure…
Suddenly, I felt piercing pains on either side of my neck. The girls had sunk their teeth (which were abnormally sharp) into my flesh. I yelled out in pain and began to shudder as I felt blood gushing from the wounds. The girls kept their lips locked onto my neck as they drank deeply. My brain went hazy and I felt my knees hit the cold ground. They finally released me, and I opened my eyes only a fraction. I could only barely see them standing over me, my blood dripping from their smiling mouths, before my vision went black and I passed out…