As Tori Vordenburg slept in her plane seat on the long flight to Washington state, her sleep was troubled by uncomfortable dreams. In the visions that filled her slumbering mind, Tori found herself naked in a satin-lined coffin. Carmilla von Karnstein, her family's old nemesis, towered over her, smiling seductively. The vampire matriarch was nude aside from her jewelry, her pearly alabaster skin almost seeming to shimmer slightly in the moonlight.
Carmilla climbed on top of Tori, her fangs extending in lustful anticipation. Unable to stop herself, Tori reached out and cupped the elder vampire's full, plump breasts. Carmilla sighed blissfully as the human flicked at her nipples.
"Very good, Victoria," Carmilla said with a smile. "Admit it, our families' rivalry belongs in the past."
Tori nodded reluctantly.
"I thought you might say that," Carmilla laughed. "Few human women can resist my charms for long. Now, worship my pussy." Carmilla knelt in front of Tori's face, baring her yearning cunt to Tori.
Failing to resist her own better judgment, Tori lifted her tongue to Carmilla von Karnstein's engorged, venom-dripping pussy. Tori's ticklish tongue brushed over Carmilla's carefully trimmed pubic hair, making the monster hunter tremble. Soon, her tongue found its way to the vampire matriarch's soft, velvety pussy lips and began its work of massaging their delicate folds. Carmilla sighed approvingly as Tori worshiped her pussy, somehow reluctant and eager at the same time.
Careful not to swallow any of Carmilla's transformative venom, Tori glided her tongue up to the vampire's erect, throbbing clit. Carmilla's undead flesh felt cold to the touch, which somehow made her luscious body even more enticing. Tori wrapped her tongue around Carmilla's hard nub, relishing the feel of it pulsing beneath her. Her inhibitions quickly fading, Tori roughly lashed the chilly clit with her tongue until the violent shuddering of Carmilla's body told Tori that the vampire matriarch had orgasmed. Tori had to hastily pull her head back to avoid swallowing anything as Carmilla's climaxing pussy ejaculated vampire venom.
"By Mother Night!" gasped Carmilla. "Your tongue is amazing, Tori! What a pity it took the Vordenburgs and the von Karnsteins so long to become this... close." She smiled wickedly. "Now I think it's your turn to feel good."
Carmilla slithered down to Tori's own drooling pussy. As Carmilla slipped her fingers into the depths of Tori's vagina, she plunged her fangs into a vein in Tori's thigh. As the aphrodisiac saliva flowed into Tori's bloodstream, every cell in the human's body lit up with pleasure, causing the human to softly moan. "Don't worry," Carmilla chuckled as she pulled her fangs out of Tori's thigh. "I didn't inject you with my venom. I intend to make you beg to be turned."
Carmilla skillfully pumped three chilly fingers in and out of Tori's slit, using her other hand to massage the human's trembling clit. Combined with the aphrodisiac saliva in her system, the attention was driving Tori wild. Her fears of Carmilla were no more. Her father's warnings of the evil nature of vampires faded away as overwhelming pleasure clouded the monster hunter's mind. The world consisted of nothing but Carmilla's fingers and Tori's pussy. Carmilla giggled as she traced swirly patterns in Tori's thick blonde bush.
Tori suddenly felt an explosion within her loins. It was as if she had been struck by lightning, only the lightning was made from the light of Heaven. The rapturous feeling refused to stay confined to Tori's pussy, spreading to every cell of her body with equal intensity. Tori curled her toes and clutched hysterically at her blonde hair and screamed with delight as her orgasm took control of her.
Still screaming with ecstasy, Tori pulled Matriarch Carmilla into a passionate embrace, just as... she woke up.
So, it had all been a dream. Tori didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved about that. On the one hand, that had been some of the most mind-blowingly incredible sex she'd ever had. On the other hand, the idea of a vampire (and Carmilla von Karnstein, of all leeches!) fucking her filled Tori Vordenburg with shame. It had been difficult enough for Tori, a devout Roman Catholic, to get comfortable with being a lesbian. Being attracted to a vampire (especially the archenemy of the Vordenburg family) was too much for the young monster hunter to deal with.
"Fuck!" Tori grunted in frustration, pulling at her spiky, chin-length blonde hair.
Erzulie stirred as she woke. "Did you say something, honey?"
"I've had a rough night," Tori sighed as she put her arm around the black girl. "Weird dreams."
Erzulie brushed her dreadlocks out of her face and leaned in to kiss her troubled girlfriend. "What kind of dreams, sweetie?" she asked as she broke the kiss.
"Carmilla von Karnstein," Tori sighed, stroking the back of her girlfriend's coffee-colored hand. "Don't be jealous, but I dreamed I was... having sex with her."
"I'm not jealous," Erzulie laughed. "I've seen Carmilla, and only an idiot would deny her off-the-charts sexiness."
"Thanks for being so understanding," Tori sighed. "You're a lot more forgiving of me than I am of myself. It's just so fucking embarrassing to dream up a sexy night with the monster who killed my ancestor! What kind of monster hunter am I? It's a horrible thing, knowing that I have some kind of subconscious sexual desire for my archnemesis. How do I live with myself?"
"You'll get used to it," Erzulie laughed. "I seem to remember that you swore you were straight when we first met in New Orleans. Then you got hit with the most powerful hoodoo of all: love."
Tori kissed her witchly girlfriend's mocha cheek. "Yeah, but that's different. Being attracted to girls is nothing like being attracted to vampires. Girls are human. Hell, even being attracted to a witch like you is different. Witches are human, too; they can choose between good and evil. A vampire isn't human anymore; they aren't governed by human morality, and they need to steal our blood to survive. And they steal us to reproduce! Do you remember where Liesel von Karnstein came from, 'Zulie? She used to be my great aunt, Lisa Vordenburg! Then she met a vampire named Claudia at some hippie get-together in 1969, and the rest is history. I refuse to feel desire for a creature like that!"
"Just because you feel desire, it doesn't mean you have to act on it," Erzulie said soothingly.
"Yeah," Tori nodded. "It just feels like the last straw after allying with an ex-leech like Megan Swanson." Tori glanced at Megan and Fiona sleeping peacefully across the aisle from herself and Erzulie. "I know Megan's pretty okay by fang standards, but it feels so weird to have a fang for an ally after all these years of staking the bastards on sight. An ex-fang like Fiona's one thing, but a proud vampire like Megan feels like she should have no place on my team. And now I wanna fuck a vampire?! And it's Carmilla von Karnstein?!"
"Maybe it isn't really Carmilla," Erzulie suggested. "She could just be a symbol. Perhaps your brain's trying to tell you that you want to bring Megan into our relationship. Or the sex might not be literal. It could be a symbol that the Vordenburgs and the von Karnsteins need to put their ancient hatred behind them."
"How can you bring yourself to suggest such things, 'Zulie?" Tori asked, surprised. "A vampire killed your mother and her entire coven."
"A vampire did that," Erzulie corrected. "Every vampire on Earth didn't. I'm convinced that there must be good vampires out there. After all, there are good witches and bad witches."
"And I have the best witch in the world for a girlfriend," Tori smiled, falling back asleep in Erzulie's arms. She'd need all the rest she could get for the kind of day ahead of her.