Electra’s and Bob’s night out

Two large shadows glide over town.

“What do you fancy my love,” the larger bat asks the second one.

“I would love a fair maiden in white nightgown...”

“Yes of course, there is no greater pleasure than to chase a bare foot virgin in the woods, but you know how rare those are these days...”

“I miss the middle ages...”

“Great times...”

“How about a couple of teenagers in the back of red Cadillac cabriolet?”

“Soo 1960s, you know how to talk to a woman... but red? That is awfully specific my love, do you have something in mind?”

But the second smaller bat has already dived towards the red Cadillac sitting on a cliff overlooking the town.

***

“Mmmh,” the young man says.

“Mmmmmh,” the young woman replies.

“Mmmmmh!” The young man interjects as he playfully slips a hand under the skirt if his girlfriend.

“Mmmmmmmmmmh... Mmh!” The girlfriend in question exclaims as a gentle finger penetrates her, forcing her to open her eyes.

A smiling woman in a long black dress is sitting on the hood her boyfriend’s vintage car. The girl tries to say something but her lips are trapped in the aforementioned gluttonous kiss.

“Aren’t they sweet, my love?” The woman says.

The kiss is broken.

“The sweetest thing I’ve seen tonight! But I must say that this scene lacks something,” Bob who is standing behind the couple answers.

“And what is that darling?”

“Some red,” Bob answers before diving towards the exposed neck of the girl.

The skin breaks, a spurt of warm blood splashes on the face of the young man who starts screaming as he crawls out of the car.

On all four, his escape is blocked by Electra’s legs. He falls back trying to crawl back into the car.

“Going somewhere darling?” She says kneeling in front of the poor young man and cupping his hard dick.

Her smile widens revealing a pair of nasty fangs. The boy’s scream redoubles in intensity.

“Scream all you want baby; nobody will hear you and all that youthful adrenaline will bring so much to the taste of your blood.”

Back in the car, Bob has released the poor girl.

“Darling, I must confess that your blood is absolutely exquisite. I did not expect such a full palate from a girl like you...”

He bends over licking some more blood from the girl’s neck bone.

“Truly amazing... now please step aside...”

He opens the front door, pushes the front seat down and, wrapping his cloak around his arms, sits in the back next to the girl.

“I think, we interrupted something...”

His hand slips below the tiny skirt.

“Let me finish what your man has started, but do not worry you will definitely not lose out...”

His index finds the wet and warm crack, his thumb starts circling around the bud, his middle and ring fingers gently squeeze the lips and his pinkie teases her butt hole.

“As I have had centuries to practice my touch.”

The girl quickly approves by panting heavily and letting her head rest against the back of the seat.

“Again? Well if it can please you... I can only indulge darling,” Bob says before sneaking his fangs back into the offered neck.

Meanwhile, on the grass, by the car, Electra has freed the erection of the young man and is savagely riding him, thrusting her thighs into his pelvis.

“Why don’t you scream anymore?” She asks, “don’t you realize how all this is going to end? Don’t you see that neither you nor your little girl back there are leaving this hill alive?”

Baring her fangs, she digs a large trench into the man’s chest covering herself in his blood.

“Come on boy, scream for me...”

Back in the car, as the howling of mixed pleasure, pain and terror resumes with even greater intensity, Bob has, once again let go of the girl’s vein.

“Now, now, I can’t be doing all the work here. Why don’t you take care of this for a change?”

He forces the girl’s head towards his cock.

“Good girl... there you go...”

***

A few hours later as the sun rises over the small town, two large shadows fly back into the creepy house at ‪666 Elm Street‬. The bats transform back into well fed and well fucked Electra and Bob Sinclair. The two vampires silently go down the stairs taking them to their basement where the three coffins have been placed by the red capped truck driver the day before.

The third one is already occupied by a slumberous Summer.

Collecting a red pubic hair from the corner of her daughter’s mouth the old vampiress sighs.

“Isn’t she the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Quite my love,” wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulders, the old vampire contemplates his daughter for a moment, “now let’s go to sleep, I have to be at the office at two to pick up this week’s assignments and I don’t want to be late.”

Tucked in his coffin, crossing his hands over his chest, Bob says:

“Sleep tight my loves...”