“Shut the fuck up,” Deb whispers

“Shut the fuck up,” Deb whispers, “do not make a sound and enjoy.”

A pair of twin stabs in your neck, your body jerks in pain, but the scream is muffled in your sister’s hand. The sucking starts, the pain evaporates and is replaced by a radiant sensation of comfort. The sensation wraps around your head, your shoulders, your breasts, your arms.

“This should be enough... now remember our Mistress wants her for herself. Bring her to us and you will be rewarded.”

And she disappears just as she came. But the comfort remains still progressing slowly towards your guts, towards your groin.

You stand. You do not feel pain in your arm anymore. You start walking, following a delightful scent ahead of you. As you walk, the cave brightens slowly. You wonder if the sun is rising but when you turn around you realize that the entrance is too far away for any light to reach this section of the cavern.

A narrow path opens in front of you. You step in. The smell grows stronger.

The aroma is more concentrated in here and with it, a new urge starts growing in your guts. A weird mix of hunger, thirst and lust. You stop for moment to catch your breath. Instinctively, your hand trails between your legs. Your panties are soaked. You press two fingers against them. The sensation is amazing, unlike anything you ever felt before. Pushing the fabric to a side, you slide them inside. Your pussy does not feel as warm as you remember, but this cold sensation is far from unpleasant. Actually you have never been this sensitive to your own touch. Edging on an orgasm you stop.

An impulse forces you to bring your fingers to your lips, smear some of your secretions on them, slowly slide them inside your mouth.

Delightful.

Passing by your nascent fangs, your wrap your tongue around them. You would like to go on but a sudden gust of wind brings back the delicious scent to your attention and you resume your trip.

And you start to discern a silhouette in front of you.

“Nicole?”

“Sam? Is that you?”

“Yes...”

“Sam? Did they bite you?”

“I...”

A strong urge to lie grabs your guts, but this is Nicole. Why would you lie to her?

“I’m not sure, I think Deb did...”

The silhouette approaches you. She is holding a piece of bamboo in her hand. The beveled edge seems sharp, threatening, she slowly rises it above her head.

“Sam... I am sorry. I never wanted to bring this on you all. I never thought... Anyway, this doesn’t matter anymore.” She says violently driving the bamboo stick into your chest.

The pain is horrendous. It replaces the comfort. Everything around turns red. You die.