Happy Halloween
By Montrose
Two Vampires and One Succubus

The brothers Smirnoff returned to the chilled block of stone they called home just 
minutes before dawn. The ancient beasts of the night had glutted themselves on the blood 
of young, comely wenches all night. Pale and dreamy-eyed but otherwise immaculate in 
appearance the two vampires strode like lords into their shared crypt. Brother Artur 
gulped a bit of blood from his tongue, a bit he had been saving for home. Brother Ivan 
dusted his shining lapels, primping before retiring to his well fitting box. The twin coffins 
stood on a raised platform on the other side of the small room. 

Upon entering, both brothers turned in unison, each watching a great stone slab crush 
back into place - each exerting his will to make the weight move - a ritual they had 
performed every pre-dawn for centuries. The world outside had been sacrificing tender 
ladies to them for ages; rich and well known; and also so many others locked away in 
mental homes. But no one now suspected that the long forgotten curse of the Smirnoff 
clan had been the reason for their bad luck.

The last task before their rest complete, the brothers turned wordlessly toward their 
resting places. Like the twins they were they stopped with identical amused masks of 
anticipation gazing at what they saw. Who was this voluptuous beauty? Who was this 
raven haired vixen who stood so seductively between their two coffins?

She was tall, no doubt. The brothers Smirnoff had noticed that people had gotten taller 
over the years. Now it was not uncommon to come across a young lass as tall as they at 6 
feet each. In their lives they had been considered greatly tall. But no more.

This sweet thing was somehow different. So... endowed. So... possessed. So... exposed 
with that plunging neckline that managed to cover most of her nipples most of the time. 
And was it anything more than a loincloth below? And what of that golden plate at her 
groin with the odd writing in a circle about it? There was something somewhat familiar 
about the script. Something troubling. But the brothers could not focus on that script for 
long. Normally they were immune to pleasures of the flesh beyond the pleasure of 
drinking it dry. But each had to admit that they recalled ancient stirrings just looking up 
and down this wench.

They each raised a hand and silently beckoned her to them. They would share this vessel 
- this volunteer. Rather than float in a dream up to them, this sultry miss threw back her 
head and laughed.

The brother looked at each other. Puzzlement flickered between them. Who was this?

"The name is Eviline." Came the smooth purring voice into their minds. So she possessed 
telepathy just as did they. This was no mere mortal.

To underscore this revelation, when they looked back Eviline had spread a great pair of 
bat wings from her shoulder blades. They spanned the room and touched the ceiling. 
Eviline shot her hands forward. Thick muscle rippled from her shoulders and down her 
arms. Her long powerful fingers were decorated by black sharp nails.

Despite their efforts to remain calm and rooted, each brother found himself stumbling 
forward into this tall woman's, nay, demons grasp! 

Eviline laughed out loud! The sound turned the brother's hearts to stone! Her hands 
clamped around their throats and she smiled down into their darting eyes. Instinctively 
the brothers hissed and showed fangs. Eviline licked her lips and showed fangs twice as 
long, both upper and lower. The vampire brothers stifled a wolfish whimper as her nails 
dug into their necks.

Eviline began a chant. Fire flared from that golden plate at her groin. And from it grew a 
cock as long as a foot and thick; made of wood. Evinline suddenly tore at the throat of 
Ivan and sucked a great load of blood up from his veins. Artur gaped in terror as red 
rivers spluttered form her lips and ran down her smooth chin and neck to be lost in her 
vast mysterious cleavage. Artur struggled in her grasp to no avail.

She threw Ivan to the side where he quivered, weak from the sudden draining.

With both hands she forced Artur to his knees before her. She pushed the wooden rod 
into his mouth. "The Great One is displeased with you two." She spoke out loud. "You 
have not been sending him the number and quality of souls he has required of you as of 
late."

Artur could not protest because the cock was jammed down his throat. Ivan was too 
weak.

"He sent me to explain his position. And..." Eviline paused. "To have a bit of fun." She 
slowly pulled the wooden penis from Artur's face, then with a smooth gliding thrust of 
her hips she jammed the blunt end deep into his chest cavity and mashed it into his heart.

Ivan gasped. Artur leaped and vibrated for a few moments of unrivaled agony then began 
to slip into true death! Evinline looked down on him, watching as if waiting for an 
orgasm, then she slid the cock back out. Artur slowly healed and regained consciousness. 
Just as he was about to ask for an explanation for all this she mashed it home again, right 
threw his newly healed chest. Artur convulsed again, and once more expired in a blaze of 
anguish. Eviline laughed as she chest fucked Artur in and out of death over and over. 

So rapped up in her entertainment was she that she didn't seem to be paying any mind to 
Ivan, who had struggled to his feet. Ivan floated around behind her and had his fangs set 
for her powerful neck muscles.

Imagine his shock when one of her great arms bent back and grabbed him just before he 
bit down. With her cock buried in his brother, Eviline savaged the neck of Ivan and 
drained him of all of the rest of his blood. She turned him upside down in the air and 
squeezed him to get every drop. His neck was in shreds.

She threw him to the side like a spent beer and then burped. Blood spray rained down on 
Artur as he regained life once more (she had slid out).

Artur saw his gray brother's mutilated remains lying like road kill, twitching as if 
infested with bugs. Poor Ivan could not die, but he was too spent to move.

Artur put his hands up in prayer and begged for mercy. Eviline put her head to one side 
as if she was actually considering granting such a request.

She pointed to the blood soaked log at her crotch. "Clean that off." She commanded. 
Gratefully, Artuur licked his own gathered blood from her bone. Meanwhile Eviline 
licked Ivan's blood from her own tits.

"Yum!" She said. "Vampire blood! How much more satisfying is the drink when filtered 
threw you pathetic curs. It is tangy, and filled with... power! She rubbed her massive 
chest, smearing red trails as she tossed her black curls."

"What must we do to earn your favor, mistress?" quivered Artur in full supplication.

Eviline placed the cock over his heart once more. She had him backed up to the stone 
wall. A flick of her hips and he would undergo that same agony again!

"You will quench yourselves each night and bring back the blood to satisfy me." She 
commanded. She looked over at Ivan. In his drained state he was healing very slowly. 
"Each night I shall have my way with you and drink my fill."

"Yes mistress!" promised Artur Smirnoff, lord of darkness, as he groveled at the feet of 
Eviline, succubus.

"Now go feed your brother some of your blood or he will be in no shape to work for me 
tomorrow." She commanded.

Artur crawled over and quite unwillingly offered his neck to his brother, who only just 
had the strength to sink in his fangs and suck.

The powerful terrors of the night, the Smirnoff brothers, nursed each other back to a 
semblance of death and retired for the day. Eviline, their new mistress, had vanished in a 
blast of fire and brimstone. But they knew she would be back. And they would be her 
slaves.