Midnight Dreams The Vampire Lovers

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.

Midnight Dreams: The Vampire Lovers

Starring Madelaine Petsch and Vanessa Morgan

(MFF, FF, MF, Oral, Anal, Creampie)

By MrMaxLord

Oh hey, nice to see you again. Of course "seeing you" is a relative term for me. I mean I'm not really seeing anything but let's just go with it rather than getting into the how's and why's of the senses within the realm of dreams.

However, I would like to tell you something that slipped my mind last time. Or rather, expand upon it. See, it's not just two minds that can be drawn to each other in the dreamscape. I mean of course, why would it be such a limited number? I mean so many people have the same dreams and desires there's no reason more than two wouldn't link up. And sometimes those dreams and desires match up perfectly with other dreams, desires and fantasies that on the surface seem to be night and day. Though the caveat sometimes, not always but sometimes, is that two or more of the people in such link-ups already know each other. And guess what, I have an example brewing right now.

Mike Colan is the kind of guy who's always thinking about the next horizon without really figuring out how he was going to get there. Often times the handsome young loner would think about just selling everything and hitting the road until his car crapped out and just being a wanderer, a hitchhiker. A drifter would also be an apt term but he thought wanderer had more gravitas as a title. As he slipped into dreams with Bela Lugosi on the TV, this kind of life was one his mind. A dream was wandering, something new everyday. Excitement, and in this particular case, rainy nights.

Madelaine Petsch and Vanessa Morgan are very close friends, co-workers and actresses. Lately, they haven't had too much time to hang out what with Vanessa being a new mom and Madelaine being busy with her career, shooting movies back to back. However, the two found a window of time, a weekend to hang out together. Vanessa had asked her parents to watch her child and both were free of any work commitments. They decided to have an old fashioned girls' night in, a sleep over. And what goes better with a sleep over than horror movies? The besties decided for an all night marathon and they began to drift off to sleep on the couch at around three in the morning after a triple header vampire marathon of Bram Stoker's Dracula, The Lost Boys, and The Hunger. And trust me, those movies are going to lead to one heck of a combo with Mike's own dreams. Let's take a look.

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Mike couldn't remember when exactly he'd hit the road. To a degree it seemed like he'd always been there, always dressed in jeans, hiking boots, a t-shirt, a hoodie and a black windbreaker. His backpack held a few other clothes and essentials, but couldn't recall the last time he wore any of them. He also couldn't recall a time when it wasn't pouring rain or when every car that passed him didn't even slow down. Not that they could see him. In the hard rain he could barely see the road behind him when he looked, all he saw was spattering rain, a black void that the road faded into and white mist.

Not that the road ahead was any better. Not a single light ahead. Or that's what he thought. Her turned to his right, ready to take out his flashlight and look for some kind of shelter from the elements he saw something in the distance. In the veil of the darkness of the blackest night, burning bright like a shining star he saw a light. As he walked towards it the light came into shape as a window, multiple windows. The glow slowly became more defined as he found himself on a dirt path that seemed to come out of nowhere. Soon the dirt path became paved with cobble stones, however by the time he noticed that he was more focused on the metal gate in front of him. It was attached to matching metal fencing on either side, decorated, sculpted and shaped into vines and flowers and creatures Mike couldn't quite make out. Once more before thoughts could be gather on what he was able to make out in the hostile weather another curious thing happened when he touched the gate; it opened. No lock. He looked past the gate to finally see a house. It was three stories tall from what he could tell. It looked old, the kind of old that was timeless, that modern day architects tried to recreate but always somehow lacked the authenticity to reproduce what he was looking at right now.

Mike made his way up the path, taking note of the hedges shaped into animals; some wolves, a bat, he even saw a dragon. It'd be impressive if he wasn't soaked to the bone and desperate for a friendly face or at least a momentary respite from the harsh weather.

He made it to the door and found an ornate knocker, a demonic face with the knocker itself through it's nose. He rapped the door with it three times and waited. Within moments he heard the sound of several locks unlocking before the heavy door pulled back, opening for him.

Behind the door was something that Mike was not expecting and that was two women who were beautiful beyond reason. The one who was holding the door open was a striking chocolate skinned beauty with the kind of curves he wished he'd been traveling on. Voluptuous and hypnotizing, she alone would be the kind of company he'd be happy to keep, especially with the skin-tight leather pants and bustier top that exposed just a bit of that tight tummy and pushed those luscious tits up so a person couldn't help but at least take one glance. But that wasn't all, as by her side was a ravishing redhead with her own set of dangerous curves, particularly around the back alleyways. Of course what she was wearing helped, a tight black floral dress where the sleeves formed into gloves. The skirt of the dress was short, providing a peek of her pale bare thighs, the thigh high leather boots she was wearing making the peek of flesh even more enticing.

"Can we help you?" the dark beauty asked. There wasn't a tone of annoyance in her voice or even concern of possible danger, just a general want to know.

"Yeah, um hi," he said. "My name's Mike and it's pouring rain and I just need a place to stay until the rain dies out and I saw your house in the distance and figured I'd give it a try. And I get it, strange guy, two women alone in a secluded house. So if you guys are feeling cautious could you loan me an umbrella or something?"

"Hmmm, what do you think Madelaine?" she asked the redhead.

"Well Vanessa," Madelaine responded. "I think an umbrella simply won't do for him. I think we can give this handsome guy a bit of shelter."

"Come on in," Vanessa said, the lovely pair moving aside to let their soaking wet guest in. "The name was Mike, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, and thanks," he said, sliding his boots off on the hardwood floor. "Rain's coming down so hard out there I thought I might drown taking a few breaths."

"It's coming down in way I haven't seen in years," Vanessa said, leading Mike to the living room and offering him a seat on the couch. "Wouldn't you agree Mads?"

"You don't see this kind of storm very often," Madelaine agreed, then turned to Mike. "Please, sit down. You must be exhausted in addition to everything else."

"Yeah, but I'm soaked to the bone. I don't want to ruin your couch."

"Don't worry about it," assured Vanessa, guiding him down. "Trust me, that couch has seen far worse things than water."

"You must be famished!" Madelaine exclaimed. "Can we get you anything? We just finished dinner so it wouldn't be too hard to put together a plate."

"I don't want to impose."

"No trouble at all," Vanessa said.

"Well, okay, sure," he said with a smile. "Thanks."

"We'll be right back," Vanessa said, leading Madelaine into the kitchen. With the lovely ladies away, Mike looked around the living room from his seat. Despite the outside looking like some kind of cross between The Munsters' house and a Rockwell painting. The interior was absolutely modern for the most part. A big TV, two laptops, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary except for a few things, namely some of the paintings. They were old, very old. He was surprised that two women so young would own them, but then dismissed it. The people in the paintings, two women, looked remarkably like them, so he dismissed them as nothing more than inherited heirlooms.

While Mike was getting a view of the pair's living quarters the two women were in the kitchen, just as modern as the living room, in a rather intense discussion.

"He's it," Madelaine said, arms folded. Vanessa was bent over looking in the fridge for something put on a plate. "I'm telling you Nessa he's the one. I felt it the moment we locked eyes and so did you!"

"That's just wanting to fuck him Mads," Vanessa said. "It has been at least a decade since either of us has gotten any good dick." She continued to rifle through the fridge. "Shit, what did we eat when we were human?"

"It's more than wanting dick and you know it." Madelaine made her way across the kitchen and leaned her back against the counter right next to Vanessa and the fridge. "You felt it too, don't lie. The last time I saw you with that look on your face was the first time you saw me. And that was for more than my ass."

"Well, that's how it ended up," Vanessa said, getting up to place a kiss on Madelaine's plump lips. "But the one to complete the Triplicate? Tonight, randomly like this?"

"Wasn't our meeting random?" Madelaine countered. "I mean I love how you romanticize dearest but the stars weren't aligned. If it was fate's hand it was invisible to you and I. It could very well be the same case with Mike in there. And if not...you can't tell me you aren't craving some cock too."

"True," Vanessa said. She tapped her purplish-black nails on the open fridge door. "Look, how about we ask him a few questions, see if things added up like you and I did all those years ago. Either way I think this night ends with something we want. Either with our little home complete or some good dick and some dinner afterwards."

The pair laughed, their tongues running over their teeth, especially over the canines, which to an outside observer seemed to get longer, even if for a brief moment.

"Let's say you're right Mads, who gets first?"

"You of course," the redhead replied. "After all, you're the sire here. You turned me after all. Even thought the rules state we both have to turn him to make it official, tradition says you should get the first go around. Besides, last time I had the first bite, just in case all it is is dinner and a nightcap. And as for food, I'm pretty sure we have some stuff left over from what our last meal ate."

Madelaine took over the fridge and soon grabbed something perfect. "Here we go," she said as rose up. "Chicken Parm. The last one didn't even touch it before he had a hunger for something else. Then we got hungry." She smiled, licking her lips at the memory, a gesture Vanessa also partook in. "Just sprinkle on some of those endurance spices we got from our favorite witch Kiernan and we're good to go."

"No go Madelaine," Vanessa said, shaking her index finger no. "If we we have to use magic to make him go for it then he can't be the one to complete the triplicate."

"These spices didn't make the last guy want to fuck us, we did. This just gives them an oomph, some nitro in the tank. It doesn't affect them emotionally or alter perceptions, it just gives them a boost. After all, he's just a mortal man. For now, at least. Besides, it won't even kick in until he'd ready to go. Which means when he's ready to go it's all him."

"Okay." Vanessa looked to the spice rack and took the right one out, sprinkling it on the dish before sliding it into the microwave. Once the bell dinged, the hot meal was ready to go and the two dishes took it out to their guest.

"That smells amazing," Mike said as they came in. Vanessa laid the plate in on the coffee table in front of him then fork at its side while Madelaine put down a bottle of mineral water for him to drink. "Thank you so much."

"Sorry, we don't really have much to drink besides water," the redhead said before taking a seat on one of the two recliners opposite the couch and Vanessa the other, a small table between the two.

"Don't be sorry. I mean, you let me in your home, which is beautiful by the way, and now you feeding me. I don't know if I can thank you enough."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," Vanessa said, putting just a bit of flirtatiousness in her voice, which Mike picked up on. He shrugged it off though. He'd been on the road for so long his mind could have been paying tricks on him. Still, these ladies were something else, beyond just the looks. A beautiful woman, let alone two, was a sight for sore eyes but there was something about them, something he felt when he laid eyes on them for the first time. Still, he pushed it to the back of his head. It was probably just a combination of exhaustion, hunger and road weariness. He decided to kill the middle of the two problems by digging in to the hot meal in front of him.

"This is so damn good," he said after swallowing the first bite. "It's been way too long since I've had anything that wasn't from a wrapper."

"And how long would that be?" Madelaine asked, crossing her long legs and leaning forward. "How long have you been drifting Mike?"

"Honestly I don't know," he said after taking a sip of the fizzy water. "It just feels like it's always been this way, you know? You know, I don't even really remember why I started, just that I wanted to and now, this."

"Believe it or not, I think I have a good idea of what that's like," the redhead. "When you make one choice that completely changes your life and you experience so many new things it gets to the point you can't even remember life before it if you tried."

"Exactly."

"And you never find a place to settle down?" Vanessa asked. "Always moving?"

"Pretty much. Honestly I usually wouldn't even have stopped here and just pushed on through the storm but, I don't know, something just kind of drew me in this direction. Usually just ignore those lights in the distance you know?"

"Yeah, sometimes you see something and you just feel a calling." Vanessa smiled, then exchanged glances with Madelaine. "You know we don't get too many visitors here. We're not exactly shut ins but as you can tell, the house is a bit out of the way."

"Yeah, but it wasn't too hard to find, the path just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Even in the dark it just seemed like it was obvious where it was."

"Is that a fact?" Madelaine said, a tone of "Told ya" in her voice that could be heard loud and clear by Vanessa, who gave her redhaired lover a look. It was a look Madelaine knew very well, she smiled and gave a slight nod before saying. "You know what, just the smell of that has me hungry. I'm going to in the kitchen, maybe whip something up. Vanessa, you hungry?"

"Mmm, maybe later," she said with a grin. Madelaine got up from the chair and headed into the kitchen, leaving Mike and Vanessa alone. It was time to move things forward and Vanessa knew how to get things done.

"Must get lonely out there all alone," Vanessa said. "I mean you aren't attached to anyone obviously if you're such a happy wanderer."

"You get used to it," Mike said after a swallow of food. "At least I'm not restless anymore, you know? I mean it's pretty perfect. I hit a town, get a quick little job, make enough money for food and travel then move on. Sure, my only companions usually end up being the roaches if the motel I'm crashing in is suitably cheap but that's the price for a bit of freedom."

"So that's it? No other type of companionship?"

"Well, what do you mean?"

"Something more...intimate." Vanessa got up from her seat and joined Mike on the couch, getting very close to him. She placed her hand on his leg, turning everything up to eleven. She could smell how turned on he was, how hot her he thought both she and Madelaine. Was it an unfair advantage? Sure. But it was one that was proving Madelaine right. There'd be no vampiric hypnotism for this man, he was ready and willing. But first, the seemingly mandatory assurance she was serious. "Like I said, Madelaine and I don't get much company, especially of the male persuasion and one of them being as attractive as you are is even more rare." Vanessa's free hand brushed a strand of wet hair from his face. "So, in addition to a roof and warm meal, I'd like to offer you a big comfy bed...and a warm body to enjoy it with." In the seconds it took her to move her mouth to his, she could hear his blood pumping, his heart beating. The special spice was already kicking in, which was proof positive he was game. The feeling of Mike's kiss and his tongue in Vanessa's mouth was just frosting on the cake.

The kiss was fierce and gentle at the same time. They both wanted to tear each other's clothes off but were holding back for the bed. Still as the kiss broke Mike did have one question.

"What about Madelaine?" he asked. "I mean won't it be kind of weird if we're gone and-"

"Shhhhh," Vanessa said, pressing her index finger to his lips. "I'll leave the door unlocked if she wants to join us." As Mike soaked that thought in, Vanessa got up and took him by the hand, leading the young drifter up the stairs and to her bedroom.

They were in the bed chambers in moments, the trip up the stairway merely a means to an end. The bedroom was simple, but the bed itself had a certain flair to it. White and red blankets and satin sheets covered the bed itself with a plethora of plush pillows at the head. There were more details to be made out but Mike couldn't quite pull it off with the only source of light being the light from the hallway. Vanessa seemed to handle that issue. With a wave of her handle candles lit up in the room. It looked like magic but Mike quickly dismissed it. They were electric lamps. He'd seen stuff like that before. The bulbs were shaped like flames and were even designed to flicker like them. That's what he told himself to refute the fact he actually saw was indeed magic. Besides, the most magical thing in the room was already the focus of his attention, Vanessa herself.

With the candles lit Vanessa closed the door almost completely, leaving a crack open for Madelaine's eventual arrival. Vanessa was going to take advantage of the first round just as Madelaine insisted.

The dark beauty pulled Mike to her and the two were off. The kisses were hungrier, each other's hand pawing and groping their bodies before they quickly began to go for each others clothes. Vanessa had to be careful not to go too far and use her full strength and tear his clothes off like tissue. Even she was surprised at how much she wanted him. She hadn't felt lust like this since she first met Madelaine.

First his shirt came off, thrown across the room. Vanessa's went first and was thrown in the opposite direction along with her bra. Once the girls were free Mike was drawn to them, as Vanessa fully expected. She moaned softly at the fresh touch of a stranger, and an eager one at that. She from the firm grip of his hands and the touch of his kiss Vanessa could tell it had been far too long since Mike had partaken in sins of the flesh.

Far too long would be an understatement in Mike's mind if he was able to to think about anything else but the feel and taste of Vanessa's flesh. He squeezed her mounds, almost not believing such perfect globes could exist before extending his tongue for a taste. He tongue circled around her nipple before sucking it in, giving a gentle bite and tug with his teeth just before he moved to the other one.

From there Vanessa swore she knew how it was going to go. They'd kiss again and she'd push him towards the bed. He'd lose his pants and she'd suck him, just to make sure he was ready to go before she lost her pants. That was the plan and at first it seemed to be going exactly how the vampiress expected it. Mike's lips moved from the heavenly mounds to her lips and pulled her close. However, Mike changed the script slightly, turning Vanessa towards the bed and backing her onto it. Once Vanessa was sitting on the edge, Mike went to his knees.