The Artist — Vampire Obsession
Part One
Richmond, California
Lisa Graham studied graphic design, but her real ion was animation. She loved to trawl through comic books and went to all the local conventions.
She tried to get inspiration from their art, but in her art… something always seemed to be lacking.
She had built her own studio in a spare room of a house she shared with her lover, Jing Wong. (It was Jing’s house—she’d inherited it three years ago, and the couple were able to move out of their apartment into the house in Richmond).
Jing was a general practitioner but also used traditional Chinese medicine (where she felt it was scientifically warranted). Jing still kept some superstitions. She always wore a peach wood amulet.
Lisa sat at her drawing table, leaning back in her chair, gazing at a comic book she had clipped to the top of the table. She had a huge piece of paper, and she had been attempting to draw the cover.
“Hey, babe,” Jing said as she came in.
“Up here,” Lisa called.
Moments later Jing came in and embraced her wife from behind.
“Hey, babe… Whatchya been up to?”
“I bought this amazing old comic today…”
“At the fair?”
“Yeah…”
“How much was it?” Jing said, moving around to look Lisa in the eye.
“Only ten dollars.”
“What?”
“Yeah, a bargain…”
Jing stepped back to look at it.
It was a classic 50’s stylized cover with a woman grabbing another woman from behind.
“Impressive?” Lisa asked.
“Um…,” Jing said.
“It’s a lesbian vampire comic…,”
“Lesbian vampire?”
“Yeah, “Carmilla’s Loves”,” Lisa said.
“Is it new?”
“No, it’s from the 50’s”
“But they wouldn’t… That’s kind of progressive for the 1950’s, isn’t it?”
“That’s what’s so interesting about it,” Lisa said.
The women were both quite well-endowed. The one above, and behind the other, had black eyes and small but prominent fangs.
“Well, I’m going to put dinner on,” Jing said, “I’m making Kung Pao chicken.”
“Kung-fu chicken?” Lisa smiled as she spun around on her stool.
“Kung Pao,” Jing said.
Lisa grabbed Jing, drawing her arms around her wife and pulling her closer.
They kissed.
“I love you,” Lisa said.
“I love you, too, honey,” Jing said.
Jing went to pull away, but Lisa drew her in closer. She dropped her hands down to Jing’s small butt and she squeezed her wife’s ass-cheeks.
“Come on…,” Jing said, “You’ll make me wet…”
“That’s the best Chinese food you can make…” Lisa said, and she stood up.
Lisa was 5′7″ and had a 36C cup. She was much larger than Jing, who was just five feet tall.
Lisa picked Jing up. Jing wrapped her legs around Lisa as her lover walked her back to the bedroom.
Lisa dropped Jing back onto their bed and climbed up between her parted legs.
Jing raised her hips so Lisa could pull her panties down.
“I need a shower,” Jing apologized.
“You’re fine as you are…,” Lisa said before burying her face in her lover’s crotch.
Jing did not shave. But she was not naturally very hairy, anyway.
Lisa’s tongue drove into her wife.
Jing gasped. Though older, wealthier, and better educated, Jing was submissive. She loved it when Lisa took control. And Lisa did that, driving Jing to come in only a few minutes.
Mouth, fingers, and tongue all worked to Jing’s pleasure.
Jing was helped up off the bed. She pulled her panties back up as Lisa returned to her work.
Jing skipped down to the kitchen, deeply satisfied.
Later in bed together, Jing lay in Lisa’s arms. “You know,” Lisa said, “I looked up the artist…”
“What artist?”
“Of that comic book, silly,” Lisa laughed.
“Comic?”
“I showed y… You know, for a doctor, you can be such a goof!”
“Oh, the vampire one…?”
“The lesbian vampire one…,” Lisa said, emphasizing the word.
“What about her?
“Her name was Carmilla von Karnstein,” Lisa said.
“Von Karnstein?”
“Yeh, sounds like royalty…”
“And?”
“Well, she had a studio in Potrero Hill,”
“Potrero Hill? Here in Cali?”
“Yep,”
“That’s amazing…” Jing said, “Is she still alive?”
“Babe!” Lisa laughed, “She drew that in 1949, she’d have to be well over a hundred by now…”
“Yeah, I guess…,”
They kissed.
“But I did find that her studio is still running,” Lisa said.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, so… Um… I’d like to borrow the car…If that’s okay?”
“But…,”
As Jing was about to say something, Lisa’s hand moved between Jing’s thighs.
“You were saying?” Lisa smiled.
“I…,”
Lisa’s hand moved up higher and higher…
“You know…,” Jing gasped… “That’s….,” she paused “Oh, God!” she cried.
She was going to playfully protest. But now, as Lisa toyed with her sensitive button, Jing melted, forgetting what it was she was going to object to.
Lisa licked Jing’s flavor off her fingers before sliding them back for more.
“Oh, Goooooddddd!” Jing gasped. As her back arched upwards in ecstasy, Lisa’s mouth came down onto hers. Tongues entwined. Jing’s orgasmic cry muffled against her lover’s hot mouth. Jing’s hand squeezed hard on Lisa’s breast. Then her mouth moved to where her hand was and she played with hard erect pink nipple before taking it in her mouth, sucking on it.
Lisa relaxed.
Jing’s free hand moved down between Lisa’s unshaven crotch.
They smiled, gazing into each other’s eyes as Jing’s fingers slid in.
Part Two
The studio was in Potrero Hill, over the
San Francisco—Oakland Bay Bridge in San Francisco itself… about half an hour’s drive away.
Lisa was shocked to find a parking space quickly, and close to where she wanted to go.
The building was opposite the Recreation Center on Arkansas Street.
Lisa went up to the door that had an intercom on the side. She pressed a large white button and heard a buzz.
“Hello?” a woman asked.
“Hi,” Lisa said, “My name is Lisa Graham… I’m an artist and…”
“What do you want?”
“Um… I… I just recently got the graphic book” Carmilla’s Loves”,” Lisa said, “Volume 3, #7, and…”
“And you want to speak to the artist…?”
“Carmilla…? But…?”
“I’ll come down…,” the woman said.
Lisa was taken aback. She was certain that Carmilla could not have been alive.
A minute or so later, the door opened, and a woman who looked like she was in her fifties stood there, wearing only a white bathrobe.
“Carmilla?” Lisa asked.
“Of course not!” the woman snorted. “My name is Lucy Westenra… an associate of Carmilla’s.”
“Lisa Graham,” Lisa said, offering her hand.
“So, you said already,” Lucy said snidely. “Won’t you come in?”
Lucy stepped aside so that as Lisa entered, she had to brush up against Lucy’s prominent bust.
Lucy seemed to smirk.
Inside was a large open-plan apartment with a staircase off to one side leading up to a mezzanine level.
And there, naked, was the palest woman Lisa had ever seen. She was alabaster white, but her hair was raven black. She leaned over a balcony, surveying the two women below.
“This is Carmilla von Karnstein,” Lucy said as the woman turned and walked to the head of the stairs.
Carmilla was tall, with old-style curves. She had a very large bust, like 42H.
As she did, she picked up a bathrobe, and somehow it wrapped around her and over her as she came gracefully down to meet Lisa.
“This is Lisa Grantham…,” Lucy said.
“Graham,” Lisa said, correcting her, “Lisa Graham…,”
“How do you do?” Carmilla asked, extending her hand.
“Um… very well,” Lisa said, taking the offering. She had never felt such a soft hand before.
Carmilla took Lisa’s hand and in a grand European style, kissed the back of it.
“Won’t you sit down?” Carmilla asked as she led Lisa to the lounge.
Lisa sat on a couch, and Carmilla sat on a large single chair, something like a throne.
“Now, what brings you to my lair?” Carmilla asked.
“I… Well...,”
Suddenly, Carmilla snapped, “Get our guest a drink!”
“Sorry,” Lucy bowed.
“So hard to get good help…,” Carmilla apologized.
“No…It’s alright,” Lisa said.
“My other…ahem, associate Mina is out at present… So, I must deal with what I have…,”
“No, really. It’s quite alright…,” Lisa said.
Lucy brought in a tray with a single tall glass of iced tea.
“Thank you,” Lisa smiled as she took it.
“You’re not having one?” Lisa asked, seeing that Carmilla did not have a drink.
“Oh, I’ll be sure to sup later,” Carmilla smiled, and as she did, Lisa noticed Carmilla had sharp little canines.
Carmilla took in a deep breath, like she was smelling Lisa’s scent.
“You may go!” Carmilla snapped at Lucy. Lucy bowed.
“So, Lisa….? May I call you Lisa?”
“Yes,” Lisa said.
“What did you want to know about my art?”
“Well, I thought it was from the 1940s…, for a start…”
“It is…,” Carmilla smiled. “Why would you think otherwise?”
“But, meeting you… You…?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t look a day over thirty… And…?”
“The comic art I did almost eighty years ago…”
“That…. That’s not….??”
Carmilla opened her legs, and as she did, her robe opened up too.
Lisa gazed at the hairless slit that was suddenly revealed.
“I normally don’t let strangers into my lair,” Carmilla said, “If I must confess… But when I saw you on that security contraption, I told my minion here that you looked too delicious to turn away…,”
“Contraption?”
“Yes, um… the television thingy… I don’t go in for this modern stuff…I prefer the old-fashioned way… When life was a lot simpler…”
“Um?” Lisa said, not knowing what to say. She was trying to judge if Carmilla was joking or crazy. There is no way she was the original artist.
“What makes you think I’m not the original artist?” Carmilla asked.
“Excuse me?”
“You were just thinking that I was not… “
“How do you…?” Lisa began. She looked at the door.
“You’ll never make it…,” Carmilla said.
“What?”
“Just now… You thought of making your escape…”
“How? But…? I….?”
“I’d like us to be such good friends,” Carmilla said, standing up.
“Look, I have to…,”
“Surely you can stay a while?” Carmilla said, putting a hand on Lisa’s shoulder.
Lisa jumped. She hadn’t even seen Carmilla cross the floor, and now she was standing behind her.
Suddenly, Carmilla plunged her head into the nape of Lisa’s neck.
“Ow!” Lisa cried as she felt a sudden sting.
An arm came down across her front, holding her in place.
Lisa wanted to move. But also, she wanted to stay. The sting faded away, and she felt a strange languor wash over her.
In her college days, she’d experimented with drugs, and now she felt a similar high.
“You will stay!” she heard in her head.
“Yesssss,” she moaned.
Her legs were splaying open. She felt her panties grow moist. Though the feeling was from her neck, her clit throbbed.
Suddenly, she was drawn up in Carmilla’s arms.
She hung onto Carmilla, gazing at her. Carmilla’s lips were bloody red. She carried Lisa upstairs to her bed.
They fucked for hours.
Part Three
Lisa woke. She sat up, but she swooned.
“You’re a little light-headed,” a topless woman said. The woman sat at a dresser and talked to Lisa’s reflection in the mirror.
“I’m Mina Harker,” the blonde woman said.
“I…?”
“I’m afraid you lost a lot of blood,” Mina smirked.
Lisa instinctively felt for the wound on her neck.
“What?” Lisa tried to make sense of it.
“Our mistress… She found your blood exquisite… You’re… you’re still a virgin… So rare nowadays for someone your age…,”
“What?”
“Our Mistress… She fed a little too much…”
“I…?” Lisa gasped. As she ed the previous night, her nipples went rock hard. She felt…fearful. But also, excited.
No, this was not possible! A vampire?
“Ah, how is my love this morning?” Carmilla chirped as she came in, naked and sat on the edge of the bed.
She leaned in and kissed Lisa.
“I…?”
“You’re still a little confused….,” Carmilla said. “That’s to be expected now that you know what you are…”
“What I am?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, my minion…. My little sex-slave…”
“I…,”
“Come,” Carmilla said as she got onto the bed. Lisa lay back.
“We will fuck some more…,”
“Yesssss…,” Lisa sighed.
Later that day, when Lisa returned home, Jing berated Lisa for disappearing overnight.
“Where the hell were you?” Jing snarled.
“I… I’m sorry…I lost track of time…,”
“And…Why are you so pale?”
“I…?”
“Are you sick?”
Suddenly Jing’s anger turned to concern. “Let’s get you to bed…,” Jing said as the doctor in her took over.
She took Lisa’s hand, and they went to their bedroom.
“I… I have some great news….,” Lisa said.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve got a contract to show my work…,”
“What?”
“Yeah, in a month’s time… At the Baxter…”
“The Baxter?”
“Yeah, um… Carmilla… The woman I met yesterday…”
“The artist?”
“Yes… She… Um…She said she would have a word with one of her associates… and they’d get me my own show…”
“That’s amazing, babe!” Jing said and embraced her “I’m so proud of you!”
“Yeah, so I have a month to get some pieces together…”
“IS that enough time?”
“Yes, I think I have found my muse… I have a lot of ideas…”
“Look, honey, that’s wonderful,” Jing said. “But you need to get in bed right now…”
“Let’s fuck…”
“What?”
“I want you babe. I want you now…”
“No… you should…,” Jing began but Lisa pulled her down onto the bed.
“I’m so fucking horny,” Lisa said.
“I can see,” Jing laughed as Lisa’s hands were all over Jing’s tiny breasts.
“Let me at least do you,” Jing said. “You need to lie in bed,”
“Sure honey,” Lisa said as she pulled her pants off.
“Honey?”
“What?”
“You shaved!”
“Yeah… It was itchy…,”
“I’ve never tasted you shaven…,” Jing said.
“You’re…. you’re not put off seeing it like that?”
“No, babe!” Jing said, “You’re always beautiful...”
Jing moved between Lisa’s legs. She pressed her mouth against her wife and ran her tongue over the smooth skin there…
Part Four
The Baxter Gallery was busy. It was full of art aficionados and enthusiasts alike. Caroline Baxter rushed over to Lisa. “I’m just about to get things started,” she said before skipping back to her spot in front of everyone.
Lisa felt so proud looking at all the faces here to see her displayed works.
Jing held Lisa’s hand proudly as the host spoke.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Caroline said, “It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you the artist, Lisa Giselle Graham.”
“You never told me your middle name,” Jing whispered.
“I hardly ever use it,” Lisa said amongst the polite applause.
“I’m so proud of you, babe,” Jing said.
“I’m glad you could be here to see it…”
“Your first exhibition!” Jing said, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world…,”
Lisa had to say a few words. She thanked everyone for coming.
Jing was so pleased with her wife.
Jinh noticed three women all wearing black. The one in the middle was sleek but had phenomenal breasts, pushing hard against her dress.
The pale woman stared at Jing. “Ooo,” Jing gasped.
“Is anything the matter, honey?” Lisa asked.
Carmilla strode over and offered her hand.
“Congratulations,” she said to Lisa.
“Thank you,” Lisa smiled.
“And who do we have here?” Carmilla smiled.
“Carmilla, I’d like you to meet my wife Jing Wong. Jing, this is Carmilla, my muse.”
“Oh, yes…,” Jing smiled as Carmilla took her hand. “I’ve heard so much about you…”
“All good, I hope?” Carmilla said before kissing Jing’s hand.
Jing blushed.
Lisa noticed the bullets pressing out of Jing’s top. Her nipples rock hard.
“I’ve already purchased two of your pieces,” Carmilla said.
Jing turned to Lisa and gasped, she smiled, “Oh, honey, that’s so wonderful…”
She looked back to Carmilla, “Thank you… We… We don’t know how to thank you enough.”
“No, thank you.” Carmilla smiled, “It’s a pleasure to have such fine work hanging in my lair…”
Jing picked up on Carmilla, calling her place a lair. But she did not say anything about it.
“Well, I’ll let you two lovelies savor the night,” Carmilla said.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Lisa said.
Jing turned and looked at Lisa for saying that.
“I’m sure we’ll see each other again,” Carmilla said.
“You can count on it,” Lisa smiled.
Jing was still gazing at Lisa’s face, trying to work out why her wife had such an awestruck expression.
“Honey?” Jing said, tugging at Lisa’s hand.
Lisa took a moment to realize.
She looked down at Jing and smiled sheepishly.
“What’s with you?” Jing asked.
“Nothing, honey,” Lisa said, leaning down and kissing Jing on top of her head.
Caroline came over, wrapping her arm around Lisa’s, “I’ve got to introduce you to a great collector…,” Caroline said, “And... She’s rich as fuck…,” Caroline grinned.
“Come, let’s mingle…” Lisa said.
She led Jing on into the crowd.
It was a successful night. Several other pieces sold.
Epilogue
Lisa and Jing made love into the early hours of the morning. Lisa was so horny. Jing was not so much in the mood, but as a natural submissive, and in love with Lisa she relented.
There was a knock on the door.
Jing looked up from between Lisa’s thighs.
“Who the hell could that be?”
Lisa sprang up. “I’ll get it…,”
“No, babe… Let whoever…,” she began, but Lisa was already halfway to the door. What really shocked Jing was that Lisa had not bothered to put anything on.
“Mistress,” Lisa cried happily.
Jing put on a bathrobe and went towards the door.
Carmilla came up the hall, arm in arm with Lisa.
“Is this my little present?” Carmilla asked.
“Yes, Mistress…,”
“What’s going on?” Jing asked.
“I promised the Mistress I would give her a gift. She gave me the gift of artistry, and you are my payment…”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jing asked.
“Take off that robe,” Carmilla smiled, “You won’t be needing that…,”
“No, what are you…?” Jing began and then realized she had dropped the robe and was now naked.
“Come, honey,” Lisa said… “You’re going to enjoy this so much…”
Carmilla moved up the hall towards Jing.
“Noooooo!” Jing cried.
Carmilla smiled, her canines becoming fangs, glistening.
“Oh, God!” Jing cried.
And then she felt the most wonderful sensation as Carmilla’s mouth pressed against her chest.
Lisa grinned and watched as Carmilla swept Jing off to the bedroom.
And Jing cried out and came as their Mistress fed…