Lipstick Lesbian Vampires Tales #2: The Twins of Tallinn
TWO VAMPIRES SEDUCE A WOMAN WHILE THEIR FAMILIAR WATCHES!
Following a series of unsettling dreams, a woman wearing a folk mask entices a doctoral student to an old cathedral in an ancient Estonian town. What kind of sinful terrors will the student face when she meets the molten-hot Twins of Tallinn?
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Print Length: 24 pages
Type: Standalone Story (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
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Lipstick Lesbian Vampire Tales #2: The Twins of Tallinn (Excerpt)
On that fateful day, I was returning from a conference in Moscow when I had to talk at a local museum in Tallinn, a city known for its medieval architecture. My train entered the Estonian city after sundown and the urban center loomed over me with a foreboding timelessness. Untouched by war, it was a perfectly preserved walled city. Its castles, museums, and churches illustrated the location’s rich history and, as I assessed its grandeur, exhaustion overcame me. When I arrived at my hotel, I flung my clothes on the floor, squeezed into a fresh pair of panties, and collapsed on the bed. During my slumber, a peculiar dream visited me.
I strolled through an old church—from the 15th or 16th century. The building’s history unfolded before my eyes. Fires in 1625 and 1820. The tower restored in 1840. Many trials—war, famine, zealots—but somehow, the building survived. After strolling through the church, I arrived at an altar. I knelt. An ancient tome sat there, closed in front of me. I examined it. Mysteriously, the book opened with its own power. Voices came from behind me… an ancient language from far away. Rain pelted the church. The water hitting the roof sounded like a rattled snare drum. The candlelit chamber remained rather dark, so it was a challenge for reading the book. I couldn’t breathe. I stammered. Without warning, an unknown force transported me into a bed with two gorgeous women, one blonde and one brunette, naked and kissing. Their attention turned to me with eyes smoldering with lust. I never felt more sexual in all my life. It felt amazing to be wanted. I took a seat next to the brunette. My hand rested on her hip, and she turned to kiss me. Her mouth was molten-hot and her tongue probed everywhere. I was never intimate with a woman, but somehow, I knew what to do. I reached over to fondle her breasts. The other female watched us with piercing cerulean eyes, her arms crossed over her perfect body. Unexpectedly, liquid dripped from the ceiling. At first, I thought it was rain, but it pattered the sheets crimson. Horror overcame me. I glanced back at my other bedmate. She had lengthy ebony hair and chocolate-brown eyes. Her chest heaved with each breath. Her eyes were startling, alert like an animal. Blood ran down her neck, soaking the sheets more. The woman turned to me. She was so beautiful that I ached for her. She leaned forward and put her lips on mine. I opened my mouth, and she kissed me deeply. I tasted blood. Then she pulled away. Vanished. Then I was naked, and I stood in a frigid room with no light. A hole in the floor beckoned me. The glow from below was otherworldly, and I couldn’t discern what lived beneath. Something went wrong with the bed. The legs bent at an impossible angle. The blonde woman disappeared. I was alone. I walked over and knelt by the hole. I peered inside. The ancient book sat down there, waiting alongside a terrifying mystery, but the enigmatic force isolated me in the darkness, unable to reach it.
Then a shadowy figure shook me awake.
The darkness outside triggered the memory of the dream, but the moonlight from the window was bright enough for me to see a woman standing over me. She wore a white dress with long sleeves and a pitch-black cloak with her face covered by an Estonian mask; its archaic folk symbols and patterns made me nearly scream in fright. Memories of a horror movie I saw years back about an insular folk community that goes astray sequestered my thoughts. My eyes widen as I remembered the film’s ending with its human sacrifice.
I was about to ask the woman why she was in my room when she placed a finger to my lips and whispered, “I’m here for you.” She made sure I wouldn’t scream and then added, “They are waiting. Come with me, please.”
Normally, I would have done no such thing, but the dream and its strange book haunted my reasoning. I shrugged, mulling over the offer. After a few moments of deliberation, I agreed. The unknown woman allowed me to put on a dress and stockings and then she led me out of the room, down the stairs, and out to the street. Rain pelted the sidewalks. We hurried through Tallinn’s secondary lanes until we came to an old church. She nodded, and then opened the door, and we entered. Inside, rows of pews stood before a meager altar. Lit candles flickered in every chamber corner, creating a zoetrope of motion.
It seemed like the right time to speak. In rapid succession, I queried the woman while shaking the water from my dress. “Who are you? Why the mask? What is this?”
In a low voice, she intoned, “My name is Svetlana. You’re here because the fates decree it. Our religion demands the mask.”
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