Ami’s Watch

Ami watched as Setsuna was used by the vampire—how he shoved his hard, cold cock into Setsuna’s mouth and fucked it, thrusting deep into her throat while Setsuna gasped, gagged, her lips sealed around the shaft, saliva and precum running down her chin. The sight aroused Ami immensely—a hot, throbbing desire surged within her, her pussy clenching, wetness seeping out, her nipples hardening and throbbing beneath her pale skin. She would have loved to tear Setsuna’s Sailor Senshi uniform from her body, sink her fangs into Setsuna’s magnificent breasts, and drink her blood, tasting the sweet, warm stream on her tongue—but her Mistress, her Queen, had forbidden it.

Setsuna was to be infected—through the vampires’ bodily fluids, their cocks, their saliva, their cum. She was to be used by Lilithara’s children, but not immediately transformed. She was to be driven mad with lust, her body burning, her mind breaking until she begged, until she surrendered herself. And only then—only then—would the Queen bite her, drink Setsuna’s blood, and make her her daughter forever.

The mere thought made Ami come—a violent orgasm surged through her, her pussy spasming around the cock she was riding, a gush of wetness running over his hips, her eyes glowing red, her body shuddering. She rode him even harder, her hips rising and falling in a wild, **** rhythm, the wet smacking of her movements echoing through the room, until he came—she felt his cold cum pumping into her, an icy flood that felt hot, shooting deep inside, massaging her walls, making her come again.

She lifted her hips, slowly letting the cock slide out of her pussy—slick, wet, glistening with her juices and his cum—rubbed the still-hard shaft over her dripping pussy, felt the head against her clit, moaned softly, then stood up. Her legs trembled slightly, sweat ran over her pale skin, making it glisten, the smell of sex and blood clinging heavily to her.

She looked around—her hunger grew, a deep, throbbing need she couldn’t satisfy. Her gaze fell on the bound Setsuna—still being fucked in the mouth by the vampire, her gasps muffled, her eyes wide, tears running down her cheeks, but her body trembled, reacted, her nipples hard, her pussy glistening wet.

Ami smiled wickedly—a cold, knowing smile that revealed her fangs. She walked toward a door, opened it—a soft creak of hinges—and looked inside with an evil grin.

Inside were bound humans—tied with ropes to walls, chairs, tables. Their eyes were wide with fear, their bodies trembling. Ami approached a girl with glasses—young, slim, terrified, tears streaming down her cheeks. The girl cried, pleaded softly, but Ami had no pity left.

She tore the thick sweater and jeans from her body—fabric ripped with a sharp sound, buttons flew off, clothes fell in shreds to the floor. The girl screamed, but Ami leaned forward, immediately licked over the small breasts—her tongue gliding over the nipples, sucking, teasing, while her fingers found the girl’s delicate, dry slit, rubbed it, penetrated, massaged. The girl gasped, struggled, but Ami’s fingers moved faster, deeper, her tongue swirling around the nipples, sucking hard.

Then Ami bit—her fangs sank into the soft skin of the girl’s neck, hot blood flowed over her tongue—sweet, metallic, alive. She drank greedily, moaned while sucking, as the girl began to transform—her skin turned pale, her eyes glowed red, her movements became greedy, her hips rose to meet Ami’s fingers, she moaned loudly, her breasts swelled, her lips grew fuller, fangs emerged.

Ami pulled back, licked the blood from her lips, grinned wickedly.

“Welcome, sister,” she whispered.

She turned—her hunger was far from sated.

And Setsuna was waiting.

The darkness grew.

And the night was still young.

Forever.