The following tale of sexual depravity contains adult material. If you are under the legal age for your area (generally 18 or 21), or object to explicit sex, stop reading NOW. Otherwise, if erotic situations and taboo acts turn you on, then please enjoy yourself. The characters and situations are, of course, completely fictitious. Feel free to post or archive, as long as the story remains intact and unmodified, and my contact information (email and website) are attached. Otherwise, this work should be considered copyright 2007 Sissy Princess Heathyr. Sister Succubi By Sissy Princess Heathyr "Look at her, would you? She’s like some kind of freakin’ zombie." Voyeuristic bastard. "Yeah. I wonder if she's gonna try and, like, hurt herself or something." Tasteless asshole. "What – and ruin that pretty face? Not likely." Ignorant bitch. "Hey, I'm gonna step outside for a smoke. You guys coming?" Good idea. Get lost. All of you. The sound of clicking heels and stomping feet faded into the distance. I slowly unclenched my fist. The thin trickles of blood felt damp against my palm, but the four crescent-shaped wounds caused me no pain. It seemed like there was no room left for physical pain. "Debra?" A warm, familiar hand settled upon my shoulder. I tensed, but made no move to throw it off. "Honey? I'm going to get your mother a coffee. Would you like anything?" "No thanks." Go away. "Are you sure?" "No thanks." Leave me alone. Dad sighed, but gave me one last squeeze before turning away. Gossip, smokes, and coffee – did they think this was a fucking party? Before anyone else could intrude upon my grief, I stepped forward to lay my hand upon the polished casket. It was cold and slick, yet almost sticky to the touch. Tiny trails of blood trickled away from my hand to pool on the edge of the lid, but something told me she wouldn't mind. "Gawd, what is wrong with me, Fiona? Everyone thinks I should either be laughing and joking, or bawling and wailing like . . ." I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. "Like your sister," I whispered, "when she called to say you were . . . g-g-gone." There – I'd said it. My best friend was dead, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Sure, I could echo any number of grieving clichés – cry 'it's not fair' to the heavens while begging answers from a god I didn't believe in – but what was the use? Fiona was dead, I was alone, and that's all there is to it. "I feel so empty," I told her, my hand curling back into a defiant little fist. "It's like part of me died with you, and now I'll never . . . never be whole again." I looked up from the coffin to stare at the dark, depressing, plain panelled walls as tears streamed down my cheek. It was only then that I realised how quiet the room had become. Dammit. There was so much more I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to tell her, but I refused to put on a show for a bunch of redneck gawkers. Leave us the fuck alone! "Deebbbrrraaa . . ." I moaned softly in my sleep. The sweet intrusion registered as nothing more than a faint echo to my dream-addled senses. "Deeeebbbrrraaa . . ." I rolled away from the gentle call. Waves from the waterbed gently caressed my breasts as a bittersweet smile crept across my lips. "Deebbbbrrrraaaaaa . . ." Although it was still the same sweet voice, it sounded somehow more . . . insistent now. It was no louder, no harsher – nothing like that – but it was slowly seeping through to my unconscious mind. As part of me recognised the call, sudden, painful memories washed my smile away with a tear. "Deebbrrraaa . . . Debbrraaa . . ." Finally, I fought to open my eyes, able to resist the sweet siren song no longer. Having first tainted, and then claimed my dreams as its own, the voice had invaded my sleep until it was all I could hear. I struggled to free myself from the twisted mess of pink satin around me. I yawned into the darkness. "Who . . . who is it?" I managed to rescue one slender arm from its slippery prison. I reached behind me and turned on my bedside lamp. With the brass chain still dangling against my hand, I froze. Floating directly above me, with barely a foot of space between us, was . . . a woman. To my teary eyes, she appeared to be almost 7 feet tall, with limbs that stretched back and away as if glimpsed in a carnival mirror. Her skin was pale, almost colourless, but with a dull, ash-white pigment. By contrast, the black halo of hair around her face was almost painful to behold. Long and natural, her free-floating tresses shone like water, reflecting ripples of moonlight as they streamed out behind her. Blinking away tears, I tried to focus on her face. Her lips were the colour of blood, full and rich to the point where they appeared swollen. As for her eyes . . . they were pools of crimson, blood red with darker, maroon-shaded pupils. In the wrong lighting, they would have been fearsome indeed, but I could have sworn I saw a tear or two glistening at the edges. Unable to stare at her sad, stark beauty for long, I forced my gaze to move downward. Her slender neck gave way to a deep V of ash-white cleavage, peaked with just a hint of maroon areola. All else was black. This strange, floating creature was dressed in a diaphanous gown so dark, her body seemed a hole cut in the sky. Suddenly, with a crimson wink, she unsheathed her hands and reached down to caress my cheek. Her nails were like small obsidian daggers, cold and sharp. Two inches long, they were tapered to a point as fine as a needle, itself curving ever so slightly downward. Having grown accustomed to the empty darkness of her gown, I found the unearthly shine of her fingertips almost blinding to behold. "No . . ." Blood came rushing to my cheeks – they felt so hot against her chill touch. "No . . . no . . ." I had to deny the vision before me. I had to. It was either that, or go crazy. I shook my head softly, and then watched as she pulled slowly away. Still whimpering, I saw that each nail possessed one serrated edge, a row of tiny black teeth that warned of a darker side to her beauty. "No . . ." I gasped again. "Sh-she's dead." The woman above me smiled sadly. "Dead, dead," I whispered. "Dead and gone." "No . . . not gone." There it was, the same, soft voice that had called to me in my dreams. The sweet song I knew so well, but had tried not to remember. "W-W-Why?" I tried to ask more, but my throat was swollen tight from sobbing. Suddenly, I saw that she was sobbing too. "Because I love you," she whispered. "Because I never wanted for us to be apart." As I felt her bitterly cold tears fall to shatter against my cheeks, she said, "Because we are friends . . . sisters . . . forever." With a breathless cry, I pulled her down atop me and wrapped my arms around her frozen flesh. "Fiona!" I was laughing and crying at the same time. Delirious with joy, I ignored the goose bumps along my back and gave her the goodbye kiss I'd been too proud to bestow a few days earlier. For a moment, it was as if I could feel my breath being sucked from my lungs. I started to panic, to struggle, but the sensation soon passed. "What happened?" I hugged her close again. "How are you here?" Suddenly, all the other questions lodged hard in my throat, unable to make their way past the lump of fear. There was only one question that mattered, one thing I had to know above all others -- no matter how much it hurt. "Fiona?" I whispered. "H-H-How long can . . . can you . . . stay?" She smiled, dazzling me with perfect, piercing, ivory teeth. My first instinct was to shrink back, to escape, but I somehow managed to resist. "Forever," she whispered. "If you'll have me, we need never part again." Slowly, I raised one shaking hand to brush soft strands of black from her cheek. There was a question behind her response, a favour she was silently begging of me. I had no idea what it might be, but I knew I would accept. Having already lost her once, I would give anything to be with her again. I nodded. "Together forever – whatever it takes." “Yes . . . forever . . .” She was positively grinning now as she cast her arms wide and rose into the air. With an elaborate flick of her wrists, she sliced the diaphanous black gown from her body to reveal the cold, pallid flesh beneath. "Close your eyes, Deb. Just relax . . ." I must have suspected what she had in mind – I'd politely rebuffed her advances often enough before – but I couldn't manage more than a token resistance. Expelling a weak, wordless cry, I clutched pink satin to my breast and shook nervously. A husky chuckle escaped her lips. “Hmmm.” She curled her legs behind her and settled gently upon the bed. "Just like old times, eh?" Trapped as I was within those blood-red eyes, the sudden caress of cold air upon my thighs came as a shock. Seconds later, I heard the whisper of her razor-tipped fingers tearing my nightgown as well. "Relax," she hissed, slithering deeper between my thighs. "We’re alone . . . nobody can hear us . . ." I tried to protest, but the feel of her soft, wet lips upon my flesh turned the whimper into a moan. Gently, lovingly, she kissed her way from knee to crotch and back again, gradually weaving up and down. It felt just as wonderful as I'd always feared, but the icy tingle of her touch was an unwelcome reminder of what she'd become. Still, I couldn't deny the erotic beauty of those unearthly sensations. From that moment on, there could be no going back. I had committed myself to whatever dark deal my Fiona had in mind, and she wasn't about to let me change my mind. The knowledge left me with a terrifying feeling of powerlessness, but it was also liberating at the same time. By dawn, I would be free, free of my life, and free to love Fiona as . . . as I had only dreamed. We’d been best friends for most of our life, starting with the day her folks came to look at the house next door. She saw me through the backyard fence and wandered over to say hi. Forever bold where I was timid, crazy where I was shy, and commanding where I was reluctant, she’d gotten us into more trouble – and more fun – that any two girls had any right to experience. Then, during high school, things had begun to change. It was only little things at first, like spending a little too long in the change room after gym, or sitting a little too close on the couch in the student lounge. I don’t know how long it was that I suspected, but there was no surprise when, a few days before graduation, she admitted she was a lesbian. It didn’t change things between us, as much as she wished differently. She was still my best friend in the world, even if I couldn’t bring myself to be her lover. Now that I was doing just that, I realised I had always wanted to – somewhere, deep inside me. Once she sealed the bargain, we would be together forever, and nobody would ever come between us again. "Oh!" Frozen cheeks pressed against my thighs as her icy lips kissed my pink labia. Each time she exhaled, a visible cloud of stale, shallow breath cooled my insides. I gasped in shock, not sure what I'd been expecting, and began squirming against her face. "Ahhhhhh . . ." The instant she began to suck, to lick, to bathe my sex in kisses, trivial sensations such as hot and cold ceased to have any meaning. With the tender, sensual caress of our long-denied love, Fiona opened me wide with her lips and soothed the heat inside with her breath. Again and again, I felt the cold, wet press of her lips against mine, never lingering for long in any one place. As fear of frostbite flirted briefly with the fragments of my conscious mind, I actually giggled. It was either that, or go insane. Suddenly, I gasped in agony, my entire body snapping rigid upon the bed. Her kisses had become something more, a sharp stabbing sensation that I didn't understand. I found myself struggling to breathe. I raised my head high enough to see what she was doing – then nearly fainted at the sight before me. Her eyes were glazed and dilated, until all I could see was the maroon depths of her pupils. I felt as if they were looking right through me, and had to force my gaze downward before I became trapped inside them again. That was when I saw the hot red flush in her cheeks, the unnatural colour that marred her ash-white skin. Confused, I looked lower yet, then gasped again as my mind paired image and sensation to produce new waves of agony. From the edges of her mouth, itself clamped tight against my sex, blood flowed down her chin to stain the sheets beneath us. What had I gotten myself into? She noticed my gaze. Fiona opened wide in a monstrous parody of a smile, revealing the darker horror inside. She'd sunk her fangs right through my labia, piercing them to the point where I thought my pretty pink lips would split wide and break off in her mouth. She'd bitten her way through my sex, and was slurping down my blood as if it were the finest, sweetest wine she'd ever tasted! "Whatever it takes," she gurgled lustily, "whatever it takes." With that, she fastened her lips to mine and began sucking again, draining my life through that most forbidden of kisses. I was slowly becoming accustomed to the pain, but the bloody sight was something I knew would haunt my nightmares forever. Before long, time seemed to lose all meaning. As she continued to feed, I began to grow faint beneath her monstrous kiss. Lost in a confusion of pain and pleasure, I listened to myself moan and whimper and gasp. Only the acrid, coppery scent of blood in the air kept me from succumbing entirely. A while later, the nature of those moans changed . . . dramatically. "Unnnghhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Fiona had slipped her tongue inside me and was lapping at the walls of my vagina as she fed. It felt so good, and the contrast of the piercing pain outside made the pleasure inside that much more intense. Deeper and deeper she thrust her tongue, awakening my nerves with her still cold, but slowly warming touch. "Mmmmmm . . ." I continued to moan and whimper contentedly, but I knew there was something wrong with what she was doing. Confused and disoriented, I tried to focus upon what it was, but it took the damp pressure of her tongue against the walls of my vagina before I figured it out. "Ungh . . . oohhhh . . . oooooooo . . . aaaaaahhhh!" Thrashing feebly against her face, I felt six inches, seven, eight – shit, her tongue just kept slithering deeper and deeper inside me. There was a foot or more of pink, throbbing muscle roaming around inside me, coaxing out a steady stream of cum to mix with the torrent of blood she'd been feasting on the whole time. Strangely, for the first time since I'd felt her fangs pierce my labia, I was no longer afraid. "Unnnnnngggggg . . . Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" An eternity later I climaxed around her tongue, bathing her face in fine spray of blood. Hot and cold . . . pain and pleasure . . . blood and cum . . . it all ran together in my mind, becoming something dangerous and erotic. Still gasping from my orgasm, I looked down into my lover's eyes and saw the love she'd thought lost, knew in that instant we shared a gift like no other. “Raise your hips, Deb,” she whispered, “raise them high and relax your legs.” Although I felt as weak and feeble as a newborn kitten, I had no trouble doing as she asked. Her voice seemed to have some kind of hypnotic power over my body, and I was powerless to resist. It was an arousing sensation. “Mmmm, yes, just like that.” Fiona pressed her cold, damp sex tightly against mine as she laid one leg over my stomach and slipped the other beneath the small of my back. At the same time, I could feel her knee lodged softly beneath my thigh, and yet she was still able to lean forward and steal a kiss! “Ohhhh . . . oh shit!” Shocked, I actually bit down on the tip of her tongue as I cried my surprise. The hot, coppery taste of blood served to distract me for a moment, but no longer. The pulpy lips of her sex were actually kissing mine, moving and pulsating against each other. I could feel her lips stroking mine, pulling them in and sucking the sensitive flesh with far more tenderness than a mouth would have been capable. Fiona wrapped my blonde ponytail around her hand, and then yanked my head away. “Like that, do you?” “Yes . . .” My voice was almost a hiss, breathless and unnatural, as I lunged for her bloodstained lips. One taste. That was all it took. She said I’d be hers forever, and I wasn’t about to let her change her mind. She looked deep into my eyes and nodded. The instant she released me, I threw myself forward and mashed my lips against hers. What started as a kiss, though, soon became an erotic duel of gnashing teeth and lapping tongues. We were like a pair of animals fighting over a choice scrap of flesh – and we both knew it. Suddenly, I felt a hot flush shoot through my body, forcing me to break away from her mouth in a cry of ecstasy. “F-F-Fiona! Oh, oh, oh, oh, Fiona!” “Yes, yes! Ride it out!” I could feel her razor-sharp talons digging into the small of my back, but there was no pain. If anything, the scent of my own blood had me writhing into the brutal assault. The crimson streams were pooling in the small of my back, and then overflowing to drip down between our legs – where it was swallowed into our labial embrace. And where it fuelled our passion to impossible heights. “Don’t concentrate,” she snapped. Really grinding her sex against mine, Fiona growled. ”Just let it go! Dammit, just let it go!” Grotesquely engorged with the blood they’d consumed, her unnatural labia were forcing mine to follow her lead. Slightly swollen themselves, my labia were actually responding to her kisses, pulsating back, and awkwardly sucking at her own tender flesh. Gawd, the sensations were incredible, like giving and receiving oral sex at the same time. I could feel it all, and was already learning to want more! “Aaaahhhhh!” Fiona spasmed against me, mashing her lips against mine as she kissed me harder than ever before. While our labia continued to make love down below, she was sucking my tongue down her throat, actually forcing it to grow! At the same time, her hypnotic gaze convinced me to put aside my fears and to forget the impossible. Once that had been accomplished, I tried doing the same thing to her, and soon we were deepthroating each other like some perverse, supernatural whores. Then, just as our lips had followed the lead of our labia, her clitoris took its cue from her tongue. Having grown to the size of a small, flaccid penis, it sought out my tiny little nubbin. Having found it, it opened up to somehow swallow me inside, sucking my love button deep inside her own! As I continued to pant and scream around the tongue lodged deep in my throat, she was forcing my clitoris to fuck her, all while our labia continued to kiss and suck just a hair’s-breadth away. And she wasn’t done yet. Taking her clit-trick a step further, Fiona opened both her nipples to swallow my own, and then locked tight around them. Eyes wide, I arched my back in newfound ecstasy. At the same time, she began frantically mashing our wondrous globes together, flaming the fires of our orgasms even higher. “Unggghhhaaaiiieeee!” I ripped my tongue from her throat and screamed, my ecstatic cry shattering the mirror above my bed. As I came back down from the throes of passion, I began to feel something warm and wet coursing between us. Like some unholy wet-nurse, what little blood I had left was spurting out to be drained by my lover’s breasts. Even as I felt myself growing faint, I could see her breasts swelling to twice their original size. Before long my own breasts had assumed the ash-white pigment of death, while Fiona’s were healthy and full of life – mine! “Together forever?” she gasped. Too weak to look her in the eye, I draped myself across her chest. “F-f-for . . . forever . . .” “Then drink, my dear.” Gently, lovingly, she pushed my head down until my face was between her warm, heavenly breasts. “Drink up, Deb.” I whimpered softly, unable to turn my head. “Too . . . too tired . . . “ “Deb, you must!” She forced my mouth open and shoved a warm nipple between my bloodstained lips. Even then, I lacked the strength to nurse upon my lover. “Dammit, I’m not going to lose you!” With her hands on either side of my head, Fiona pulled me even closer, forcing a tiny spurt of blood into my mouth. That returned a little of my strength, but I still couldn’t summon enough control to make my lips obey my thirst. Fortunately, she wasn’t done yet. Her warm nipple began growing inside my mouth, creeping slowly across my tongue. At the same time she began squeezing her breast, forcing one crimson spurt after another into my mouth. It wasn’t long before I started sucking on my own, and not long after that before I was feasting upon her with wild abandon. “Unnnnghhh . . . y-y-yes . . . drink . . . drink up, you n-n-nasty girl!” I looked up into her eyes, sank my teeth into her rosy areola, and did just that. On that note, I felt her curdled breast milk come flowing into me, racing through her nipples and somehow down into mine until my own breasts began to swell. Then, just when it seemed as if I would explode, she pushed me away, bit into my breasts, and began sucking it back. She was squeezing my breasts as hers grew atop them. Again and again we did it, swapping back and forth, sharing the flow of sweetness until neither of us knew where one stream ended and the other began. Best of all, the longer we played our erotic little game, the more milk there was – including the very first few spurts of my own! “Are you . . . damn! . . . are you ready to cum?” Fiona panted. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes!” “Good!” She grabbed the side of my head and forced my lips to her neck while she pressed hers to mine. “Bite me,” she hissed. “Bite me . . . suck me . . . feed upon me!” That was all the invitation I needed. With our orgasms reaching a fever pitch, I surrendered to the blood lust inside me and sank my teeth deep into the pale flesh of her neck. Once, twice, three times I felt those ivory fangs tear at her, opening gashes around which I locked my lips and sucked. At the same time, Fiona was returning the unearthly kiss, draining my cold trickle of blood as I drained hers, just as we had been draining each other’s cum for the past half hour. For the first time in my life, I felt complete. More than that, I felt satisfied, as if I’d really found myself. Loving that almost as much as the physical sensations, I felt myself nodding off, the flow of blood into my mouth already staunched. We both shuddered as she gently released us from our supernatural embrace, allowing me to claim both clitoris and nipples as my own once again. A smile wide upon my face, I turned her face towards me and kissed her softly. “I love you, Fiona.” Licking the smears of blood from her face, I asked only, “Please, say you’ll never leave me again.” She laughed, sucking the last traces of salty blood from my lips. “I told you, Deb, this is forever.” “That’s what I wanted to hear.” “All I ask of you, my love, is one small favour . . .” Silent as a whisper, I willed myself to slip through the cracks of the basement window. There was a brief moment of claustrophobic panic, but I was safely inside before it could take hold. Smiling, I let myself float slowly across the bare concrete floor. As I had expected, the scent of blood was strongest on the far side of the room, right beneath Fiona’s old room. In defiance of her parents’ wishes, her sister had been sleeping there every night since the funeral. Laura had told me once the room just smelled right, and now I knew exactly what she meant. While I hovered beneath my destination, I chuckled softly at the unnecessary instinct to take a deep breath. Slowly, I allowed myself to rise, floating higher and higher above the basement floor. This time, as my head passed through the dusty floorboards above, the claustrophobic feeling was much easier to deal with. I watched wood and nails pass by my eyes, then pink insulation, old tile, and finally a layer of thick carpeting. It was odd, like viewing a cross-section of the house, but Fiona had assured me the novelty would soon wear off. When my feet finally escaped the floor, I let myself rise another few feet, and then stretched out on my stomach. Thoughts of making love to Fiona like this, both of us floating above the coffin, brought a smile to my face, but I quickly forced the memory from my mind. Tonight I had another lover in mind. Effortlessly, I donned an outfit to match the one Fiona had worn upon her return. On second thought, I decided to change the colour to a dark violet and raise the hems an inch. As if the scent of blood hadn’t aroused me enough, the feeling of such effortless power had me hovering on the edge of climax. I gazed down at the sleeping beauty beneath me and wished I could just watch her sleep for a little while longer. She looked so much like my Fiona, only warmer and full of life. Time was short, though, and dawn was just five short hours away. Unless I started now, things might get rushed -- and our sister deserved better than that. Fiona had promised to take care of her, always, to protect her from the world. As I’d found out, promises were something she took very seriously. My voice a soft purr, I began calling her from her sleep. “Laura . . . Lauraaaaaaaaa . . .” bcinaede@gmail.com http://bcinaede.blogspot.ca/