Curiosity

You shout to girls. "Gwen, Tina, wait!."

They don't seem to hear you. You turn back to the wall of coffins. You notice an ornate one cracking open. Pale fingers, capped with shiny sharp nails as dark as night, poke out from the coffin.

The coffin lid swings open. An extraordinarily pale redhead smiles at you. The smile is both inviting and somehow sinister. Her lips are ruby red and look moist. Her canines seem unusually long.

She steps out of the coffin her outfit a translucent cream color. You can see the shadowy outline of a body that would shame most porn stars.

Coffins on either side of the magnificent redhead open. A slightly taller Raven tressed beauty emerges to her left, while a slightly more buxom blonde emerges from the coffin on her right.

In harmony they seem to whisper. "Hello Jack."

They begin to move toward you. They seem as if they are floating. Occasionally they switch positions, flowing over one and other. Their movements are highly sexual. Shadows of fingers and tongues enter each other's holes. Their sleeves look like the wings of bats as they spread their arms. Their moans of pleasure sound like wind blowing through the trees.

They reach you. The blond begins kissing your neck with her icy lips. The redhead unbuttons your shirt. The black haired woman begins to slide off your pants.

The redhead looks to the others. "He is young and strong. There is enough for us all."

The blonde giggles a disturbing high pitch giggle. "He is quite virile."

The dark haired woman has removed your pant and stares longingly at your erect member. "He will make a fine master of darkness."

You squirm as redhead begins lightly running her sharp nails across your chest. The raven tressed woman takes you in her mouth. Her mouth is cold, but she sucks powerfully. You moan at the sensations of hot and cold, pleasure and pain. You are on the edge.

The blonde giggles again. "He is ready."

The others laugh and nod. You try to focus and ask what they are talking about, when you feel twin pains in your neck, chest, and inner thigh. The sound of sucking keeps the blackness from engulfing you. You feel yourself growing weaker and weaker.

Just as consciousness begins to slip away someone holds a cold wrist to your mouth. It tastes tangy and metallic.

Blackness.