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In 1871, over a quarter century before Dracula, J. Sheridan LeFanu penned the first lesbian vampire story. It told the story of the title character, in love with her distant descendant/cousin, becoming a guest in her cousin's home...
MIRCALLA
Lauren is writing in her diary late at night. I am so happy since my cousin Mircalla came to visit. I feel closer to her than I've been to any of my friends. She is so kind, and funny, and she listens to every single thing I say. But, I have been having the strangest dreams for the past several nights. Images of Mircalla with burning red eyes, forcing herself on me, doing things I only half remember. Nightmares that seem somehow intensely wonderful as well as terrifying.
As she writes, Lauren feels as if she's being watched. She looks around, sees nothing, continues writing than seemingly hears her name. Again she looks around, and is startled to see Mircalla at her door, stark naked and staring at her. Lauren stars to speak, asking her what she's doing here, but stops. She cannot talk. Only listen.
My love, she hears in her head, Mircalla's voice as she approaches, I count the hours each day until we can be together again. Remember me, my love. Remember what we are to each other. Mircalla's eyes have turned bright red. Lauren reaches up and touches her throat, suddenly remembering the twin puncture marks there. Her fear escalates along with the fact she cannot look away from Mircalla's eyes.
You love me, Mircalla says. Lauren nods. Say it! Lauren says the words--I love you.
Now, come to bed, my love. Lauren walks over to the bed, undresses, revealing fang marks on her breast and between her legs. As Mircalla reclines on the bed, spreading her own legs, Lauren kneels. Why am I doing this, she asks? Why do I want to do this? Torn between fear and desire she begins to lap at her cousin's pussy.
Because you are my lover, whispers Mircalla, groaning with pleasure. We belong to each other...
Eventually, she interrupts what Lauren is doing to demand she tell the truth. Lauren cannot help herself I belong to you, she says.
Soon enough they trade places, with Lauren coming over and over, giving in to the feelings that wash over her body. I do love you, she says, I want to belong to you!
And when Mircalla sinks her fangs into Lauren, the girl weeps in joy! They make love again and again.
At last, sated, Mircalla gives her lover instructions. ***** now, and dream of me. Dream of our love. Of how happy we make each other. Let all your doubts and fears melt away. You are mine.
I am yours.
Each night we will love each other. And soon, soon you will join me. Then we will hunt and feed together.
Yes, I want that.
Lauren leans back in bed and falls asleep. Mircalla kisses her good night.
Photos included for a sense of how this story might play out.
MIRCALLA
Lauren is writing in her diary late at night. I am so happy since my cousin Mircalla came to visit. I feel closer to her than I've been to any of my friends. She is so kind, and funny, and she listens to every single thing I say. But, I have been having the strangest dreams for the past several nights. Images of Mircalla with burning red eyes, forcing herself on me, doing things I only half remember. Nightmares that seem somehow intensely wonderful as well as terrifying.
As she writes, Lauren feels as if she's being watched. She looks around, sees nothing, continues writing than seemingly hears her name. Again she looks around, and is startled to see Mircalla at her door, stark naked and staring at her. Lauren stars to speak, asking her what she's doing here, but stops. She cannot talk. Only listen.
My love, she hears in her head, Mircalla's voice as she approaches, I count the hours each day until we can be together again. Remember me, my love. Remember what we are to each other. Mircalla's eyes have turned bright red. Lauren reaches up and touches her throat, suddenly remembering the twin puncture marks there. Her fear escalates along with the fact she cannot look away from Mircalla's eyes.
You love me, Mircalla says. Lauren nods. Say it! Lauren says the words--I love you.
Now, come to bed, my love. Lauren walks over to the bed, undresses, revealing fang marks on her breast and between her legs. As Mircalla reclines on the bed, spreading her own legs, Lauren kneels. Why am I doing this, she asks? Why do I want to do this? Torn between fear and desire she begins to lap at her cousin's pussy.
Because you are my lover, whispers Mircalla, groaning with pleasure. We belong to each other...
Eventually, she interrupts what Lauren is doing to demand she tell the truth. Lauren cannot help herself I belong to you, she says.
Soon enough they trade places, with Lauren coming over and over, giving in to the feelings that wash over her body. I do love you, she says, I want to belong to you!
And when Mircalla sinks her fangs into Lauren, the girl weeps in joy! They make love again and again.
At last, sated, Mircalla gives her lover instructions. ***** now, and dream of me. Dream of our love. Of how happy we make each other. Let all your doubts and fears melt away. You are mine.
I am yours.
Each night we will love each other. And soon, soon you will join me. Then we will hunt and feed together.
Yes, I want that.
Lauren leans back in bed and falls asleep. Mircalla kisses her good night.
Photos included for a sense of how this story might play out.
