God, she was gorgeous! "It will not work, Victoria," Marta declared after my.God, she was gorgeous! "It will not work, Victoria," Marta declared after my... wife had finished speaking. "You have been away, so I will have to explain why it will not work." She paused, and looked at me with those pretty blue eyes before re- turning her attentions to Victoria. "The Minister of Tourism is a Van Hel- sing. He was hired to make the castle safe for tourists. Why do you think I am restricted here? Who do you think put the Stone of Marius under the road?" She paused again. "He does not know for sure that I am here. If I were to terrorize town as you suggest, he would know. Then he would come hunt me down, and kill me!" Marta's voice begged me to hold her, console her, tell her that everything was going to be all right. She continued, after calming herself a little. "That is why we are here with --," she waved her hand sexily to indicate the two teenagers, "them." " 'Let's stay in the castle', they say, 'We aren't afraid of vampires', or, 'Vampires don't really exist.' The worst part is that I have to _return_ them the next day! If tourists disappear, Van Helsing will get suspicious, too. Tell me, Victoria," Marta's voice softened, becoming even sexier. "And now, I truly mean no disrespect, but how can _you_, with your limited powers, fight him and his family's knowledge, when I am chained to the castle?" She reclined, her breasts jumping to the center of my attention, and took a drag of her cigarillo. The round thing in her mouth and sucking action sent me on a flight of sexual fantasy. "I have my ways, Marta. First, the Stone has been removed, so you are once again free to move about. Let Van Helsing come. I am prepared for him." The two vampires continued their polite argument, Marta insisting in a throaty voice that Victoria's plan was doomed to failure, and Victoria calmly defending her decisions. I sat back and noticed every sensual, suggestive muscle twitch that Marta made. The light reflected off her sweet fangs. Her beautiful blue eyes held the key to exotic, fantastic, undreamed of sexual practices. Everything Marta did made me hornier. My erection pressed very painfully against my leg. An alarm clock rang. "Sun rises in a half-hour," Marta said, honeyed voice dripping with sensuality. |